Wrestle Mania
*A True Story"
by <|>A*TeenGuy<|>
Legal Dislcaimer: You should not be viewing this story if you are less than 18 (emphasis on SHOULD). All people in this story are age 18: so THERE!
Names, places, etc. have been change to protect the innocent...OR maybe the NOT so innocent!
I couldn't believe that I had to work and the cramped, stinky movie store on an opportune night like tonight. The store was swamped with children pulling on coattails and mothers verbally abusing kids. It was an average 9:30 night at Rusty's Video. Shit, I couldn't wait till the phreakishly large crowd left and I could close my till. I couldn't wait for the party tonight; hopefully find some horny girl and make-out or maybe more. I was mistaken when I got there. Girls where sippin' Mike's Hard and lemons floated by their eyes. Men drink beer. The hard, old beer that bites at the innards with a European snarl! Aye, there's the rub--good ol' beer.
But this isn't about beer, its about SEX. Wanda was wrestling `round with all the other guys jest bein' the whore she is. I, on the other hand, nursing a bottle of vodka and Mt. Dew. Soon M. Jay was passed around, she in her snappy metallic dress and smoking red hair. Yea, she was hot to trot...ready to blow! We all got good and dissed (I'm a white guy usin' that term, forgive me) on some Spanish shit one of my buds brought back from Europe. He had long straight hair, smooth body with just a small happy trail, and a pretty big package. I again felt that weird feeling of staring at another guy, I mean its been only inconsistent glances- I can't be gay. Or maybe...?
Beers and bongo hits latter I ended up wrestling the hottest guy in school, Rich. He was totally shitty, a star quarterback for a losing team, and need to get some drunken fury out. I gladly volunteered. He started low on his knees, wanting to attack my ankles. I snapped down his head with by forearms, spun around behind him, and grabbed his hips to thrust him down. As I struggled in his strong grip, I stealthly felt him up as I grappled: his tight six pack pressed warm against my balm and I heated up with desire. I reached around toward his black hair and reached down and grasped his thick neck. His smooth, perfect face backlit with glittering black eyes contorted in anger as he squirmed under my grasp to escape. He squirmed as I grinded my hips into him with passion. He started reaching up to grab my throat, which made me even more hot, so I ended up hooking on lag and his head so he was vertical on his shoulders. I made my most desperate move there; I shifted my hand from his leg and slowly edged it toward his cock. He twisted and my hands moved into his hot balls, and down his crack. He grunted and began to move but I slammed him down and rubbed his dick. I pinned him twice using this technique, and almost popped a woody both times. Finally after insisting on a handshake, I parted from my throbbing adonis- my wrestling quarterback. I wonder what school will be like on Monday?
##Thanks, this was my first attempt at a story, so I hope you enjoy it! I would love to hear your reactions to this TRUE story, and maybe see some pics of you too...I'm a horny guy. E-MAIL ME: wakker00@netscape.net ##