Wrestling for Relief, Part 11.
A few weeks later as they were entering the dining room, Dave asked Danny if he had plans for that weekend. He had gotten a morning e-mail from Mike Simmons inviting him to an end-of-the-season bash hosted by a group from State U's wrestling squad. The e-mail had suggested that he bring along his "cool blond bodyguard," or anyone else into no-holds-barred combat, promising that they would have a great weekend "partying with the animals."
"Sounds like a high old time," said Danny, "but our season is still winding down. I'm taking Carla, Robin (sorority sister) and Leo (Robin's squeeze) with me to the Kearney tournament, remember?"
"Of course. I forgot."
"Why don't you ask Ty to tag along? You know he'd jump at the chance. He thinks you're king of the mat -- or anyway the sack. Besides, he's got a car."
"Are you trying to lead me into temptation, bro?"
"Naw, it's only sympathy. Ty is somebody you might actually be able to pin."
"Oh? And who was it I nailed just two nights ago?"
"Fuck you. I was completely pooped from our final workout and you took advantage of my weakened condition."
As they parted, Dave slammed a fist into his buddy's shoulder. "You are the greatest, Sexy Prexy."
"That is true. I may let you fondle the medals I bring home from Kearney."
Danny caught up to Ty on the staircase and followed him into his study.
"What's up, white boy?"
"Who you calling boy, boy?"
"You who. You want a piece of me? I'm ready, man." Ty went into a disjointed crouch and threw fancy punches into the air.
"If you're so ready to tangle, Li'l Sambo, I have good news for you. A State wrestler I met at one of Danny's tournaments has invited me to party all weekend with his roughneck buds, and I'm asking you to accompany me."
Ty's handsome face lit up, then turned to a frown. "Crap.Trouble is, I'm supposed to show my kid brother around campus this weekend, and also rush him for the house."
"Jimmy?"
"Yeah. You met him last fall. He's finished with his community college and expects to transfer here next quarter."
Now it was Dave's turn to light up. Jimmy was as big and as stunning a young jock as his older brother. "Doesn't he like to wrestle?"
"Shit, we grew up trying to kill each other. He's my stiffest competition -- so to speak - except maybe for you. I do believe he could take you, and he's only eighteen."
"So why don't you ask him to come along? He already knows the campus, and you know he's a shoo-in for the house. Do you think he could handle a free-for-all party of randy jocks?"
"Oh, he could handle it alright. And dig it. I'll call him right now."
While Ty worked things out with Jimmy over his cell phone, Dave commandeered his laptop and began surfing idly. He scrolled down Ty's "Favorites" list and chuckled at both the profusion and variety of X-rated sites, many of which he recognized from his own favorites. He was clicking through a series of pix on a site called "Rate Me" when Ty came up behind him and shoved both thumbs straight into the crevices beneath Dave's ear lobes.
"Does that hurt?"
Dave roared at the sneak invasion, stood and tried to turn, but Ty had thrown a submission lock around his neck and was shoving his chin against the back of Dave's neck..
"You're in big trouble, dick head," Dave muttered, then shot an elbow into Ty's unprotected ribs. The submission was broken and they were face to face. In a mutual bear hug they slammed into the wall and then tumbled onto the carpet.
Dave rolled on top and spread his legs to prevent a counter roll.
"You like pressure points, do you, Sweetheart?" He jabbed his own thumbs into the identical recesses below Ty's ears, then withdrew to ram them even harder into Ty's collar bone. Ty flinched and grunted, grabbed two fistfuls of Dave's hair and at the same time kneed him in the groin.
"Aaah!" Dave retaliated in kind, and they rolled around with their arms wrapped around each other's back, trying to piston their knees into their opponent's most valuable assets. Just then the door opened and Mike, Ty's roommate, arrived.
"You lettin' that pussy rough you up, roomie wimp?"
Big Mike crouched down on Dave's back and forced his left arm into a hammer lock. Then he wrapped his own right arm around Dave's neck, sat back, and scissored him from behind.
"What'll we do with him, Tyrone?"
"Well, he's kind of sweaty and smelly. I think maybe he needs a shower."
"Two on one, you sons of bitches," growled Dave. "Unhand me, evil doers."
"Get his legs," ordered Mike. Ty captured Dave by the thighs. The door was still open, and despite Dave's best efforts to kick free they dragged him into the hall and down toward the john. The noise had brought several guys out into the hallway, including Danny, whose room was next door. They all shouted encouragement to the victim, but no one considered coming to his rescue. Danny chortled along with the rest and returned to his studies.
As they maneuvered their hapless prey into the big gang shower, the roommates did have the decency to remove Dave's sneakers -- and to kick off their own. Backing in, Mike reached behind him and turned one spigot fully on before Dave was able to free an arm to grab at his tormentors. They dumped him right beneath the flow and bolted for the archway. Mike made it out, but Dave got one of Ty's ankles and he went down. Dave scrambled to his feet and dragged his attacker fully into the stream. When Ty tried to escape he sat on him and pinned his arms to the sopping tile floor. Poor Mike, not wanting to get soaked, just stood in the arch shouting defensive directions.
"Get off me, fucker. I give. Lemme go."
Dave smiled down on his drenched brother and began to croon."I'm singin' in the rain, just singin' in the rain. What a glorious fe-e-ling..."
By now some of the earlier onlookers had decided to become active participants in the fun. Four of them, stripped naked, swarmed into the shower room and fell on Mike. He was lifted off his feet and, as more spigots were turned on, he was held under until he was drenched. A merry free-for-all ensued. Ty, Dave and Mike pulled off their soaked clothes and joined the mayhem. Towels were introduced, and butts were targeted. Dave managed to yank a towel out of its owner's hands and landed a bull's eye smack onto Ty's voluptuous round ass. God,' he said to himself, I'm going to spend a weekend in the company of the world's most magnificent pair of male buns. No, two of the world's most magnificent pairs of male buns...Down, Rufus, down. Not now.'
Ty, who had just wrestled Big Mike onto the floor, turned and grinned at Dave. "That stung," he said. Then he grabbed Dave by the cock and swung him around until he toppled over onto Mike. Someone yelled, "Pig pile!" and they all went down. Dave felt something firm and slippery rub up against his ass, then a whispered challenge.
"This weekend you're gonna lose to a better man, white boy."
"Lose what, Sambo?"