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That sounds so hot.

What's it like to wrestle a younger version of yourself?

One of the advantages of my career is very little overtime. I can Maintain a consistent workout schedule. I usually hit the gym at night, and it's usually not crowded at all. I'm 48, 184 lbs., dark hair, brown eyes, about 33' waist, 5'11", with well-developed calves. I may not be the biggest guy at the gym, but my progress has been impressive.
Lately, the gym has been practically empty when i work out. There has been a younger guy there most nights that I've been there. So far, we've had a nodding acquaintance. He's very thin and thus not too developed, but he looks to be in excellent shape.
one night, after my workout, we struck up a conversation in the locker room. I didn't realize that our lockers were close together, and we finished our routines at around the same time. He took the lead in speaking as I'm usually more reserved. i noticed that he has thick body hair on his arms He mentioned that he noticed me working out, and wanted to ask about my routine. and legs, is clean-shaven like I am, and has closely-cropped dark hair. He mentioned that he has noticed me working out, and wanted to ask about my routine. I said, "sure, go ahead". we talked for a while about fitness and health, and i noticed he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. He had a ready smile and a nice personality. finally, he asked my name.
"name's Mike", i said, and offered my handshake. he started laughing and said, "gee, what are the odds, I'm Mike too", He shook my hand and gave a firm grip. He asked what i did for work, and i told him accounting. He said, "this is too weird, me too". we both had similar jobs a local companies, we both came from large east-coast cities, and we even enjoyed the same subjects at school. He is 33 and lives alone. He then told me about his love for professional wrestling, and asked if I like it also. "sure", I said, "do you wrestle?" "I've always been curious", he said. I suggested we formulate a plan right there, as I had limited wrestling experience. "let's lose our workout clothes", I suggested, "and we can do a little back and forth here in the locker room". I took the lead and peeled off my shirt, and he said "boy, are you smooth". He took off his shirt, and revealed an extremely hairy chest and back. "no, really, take off your shirt", I said, and he laughed. I could see that he was wearing boxers because his waistband was peeking out from his shorts, and i thought to myself that this could get interesting. I peeled off my loose-fitting gym shorts, and stood before him in a pair of tighty whiteys. He undid his shorts and and revealed a snug pair of powder blue boxers. I don't usually think much of boxers, but on him they looked sexy. He told me that he wondered what it would be like to be held by me, and kissed my biceps. He playfully licked my pecs and nuzzled against them.

Awesome start. What happens next?

Only 5'8" and 120 lbs. he suggested that we trade a few holds, since there was no mat room at the gym. We flexed for each other, and stretched for a bit, and then engaged in a test of strength.
We stared at each other for a long time, and I suggested a bear-hug contest. He placed his arms around my waist, and though hw was not very strong, I enjoyed the feeling of his hairy chest against my own. When it was my turn, I lifted him off the ground, and held him for a while. Slowly and gently, I lowered him onto a narrow wooden bench between the lockers, so that he was flat on his back. There was no way that I was going to hurt him, but I did drive my fist into his gut, just to watch his legs flail. I then got on top of him, and rubbed my pecs into his, and he smiled contentedly. I rubbed my abs with his, and felt the fabric of his boxers with my briefs. It was not long before it felt like he was hiding a brick in his boxers, and I continued to excite him with my body. his breathing quickened, and in a short time I felt damp. he apologized if he crossed any boundaries, and I told him he had not. After kissing him on the lips and telling him he is beautiful, we repaired to the bathroom. instead of showering, we took paper towels from the dispenser and mopped the sweat and moisture off his body. We exchanged contact information, and promised to meet again for more wrestling adventures

Wow! That was great!

anything for you, bud?
can I do a fantasy involving us?

Sure, that would be hot.

okay-I'll cook something up.

I'm 62, 5'10", 170 and hairy. I have some pics on my profile. I like light wrestling, not real competitive. Lots of body to body contact. I prefer nude wrestling or wearing as little as possible, speedos, briefs, jocks or, of course, nothing. I don't have any real wrestling experience, just fun fighting with friends and cousins when I was a kid. Erotic wrestling every now and then as an adult. Does this help? Joe

wouldn't it be easier if I came there in person, and rassled you?

Possibly. I don't know.

You would travel half way across the country to 'rassle' with me? That would make an interesting story, wouldn't it?

or if you traveled here and arranged for several matches.
i wouldn't be jealous.

how's this for an adventure?

we set up a job interview for me, so that i might re-locate to your city.
we become attracted to each other.
our wrestling instincts take over.

That would be a cool adventure!!

we're in the gym locker room by ourselves. you are changing out of your street clothes, and strip down to your singlet.
I'm getting out of my street clothes, and strip down to my mid rise tighty whiteys. I call out: "hey, man, is that a singlet?"
"yeah", you reply, "it's quite comfortable to work out in".
I then ask you, "do you ever wrestle?"
You: "mainly just rolling around, nothing serious, just mildly erotic". you examine me closer and notice that I'm taller and well-built, "but I bet you've done some grappling, boy".
Me: "I tangle with friends and guys I meet sat the gym. by the way, I'm Mike".
You: "I'm Joe Randall, I've been at this gym for several years, I've never seen you before".
Me: "I just moved here from NYC, and was looking for a place to work out".
we change into our gym attire. You invite me to share your workout. We lift at neighboring stations, and steal glances at each other when no one else is looking.
after a mild workout, we return to the locker room. "Hey, Mike, are you doing anything tonight?", you wonder aloud.
"Nope, Joe, just a quiet dinner and some tv at home. You?"
"pretty much the same. since I've already got my singlet on, wanna come over and wrestle?"
"sure", I reply, "do you live close by?"
"not too far, and I've got a huge, private backyard", you respond.

At your house, you show me around, and lead me to the backyard. it's nice and grassy, and we get out of our street clothes once again. you flex in your singlet, I adjust the waistband of my briefs and pat down my package, and ask, "ready?
"never been Readier", you reply, and we lock our arms in a test of strength. we stare into each other's eyes, and the fabric of your singlet rubs against my bare chest. you notice my excitement, and gently massage my pecs. "you like that, boy?" you ask.
"sure do, Joe." I reply, as you grind yourself into my package and continue to arouse me. you poke my abs, which are strong and firm, and you run your fingers across my smooth and muscular torso. we repair to the grass, and roll around a bit, until you tire me out and rub yourself against my bare chest with your singlet. I submit, and you grind my pecs with your singlet, until i am helpless and the moisture becomes apparent.

"rematch!" I cried, after resting a bit, "but this time, I want your bare-chested". you agree, and slip out of your singlet, into a pair of blue fashion briefs. I admire the hair on your chest that is now apparent, and this time I grab you in a bear hug. "how does that feel, Arkansas?", I taunt, as you gasp for breath. you struggle a bit, as I ride you to the grass. we continue to roll around, until I pin your arms to the ground and end the match. I run my fingers through your hair, and kiss your lips, as your facial hair tickles my clean shaven face. I undo the fly on your briefs and gently stroke your package, until a blast of fluid covers your hairy belly and chest. you sigh in contentment and reply: "good match, stud".

Very hot! You know what I like.

a little trash talking and a lot of body contact.

I wish you were here to make it happen.

the next time mike and I got together:

it was a few days later, and mike suggested we work out together at the gym. we arrived at the same time, and he was wearing his white-t-shirt and white sweatpants. we bench pressed and used the arm extension machines, and i noticed that although skinny, mike was in good shape. he was still in the shy side, but seemed interested in his surroundings.

this time, the gym was more crowded, and we were soon joined by 2 other guys. they were both wearing wife beater t's; the younger one wore workout pants, the older blue workout shorts.

a little trash talking and a lot of body contact.

I wish you were here to make it happen.

the pool party

During my sophomore year in high school I had made many friends. I was one of the popular kids who could fit into any clique without rejection because of my personality, charm, humor, and ability to adapt well to my surroundings. I was strong and confident and was well liked by everyone. I hung with the jocks and played sports but yet was able to hang with the geeks (no, they did not have pocket protectors) and make the honor roll three out the four years of high school. I was quite popular with the girls and the burn-outs liked me as well. One day I would wear my cashmere sweater, shirt and tie to school and the next day I would don my Jack Daniels sunglasses, faded jeans, my concert t-shirt from one of the 80s heavy metal rock bands with an unbuttoned flannel shirt over the t. I had many friends from all the cliques and we typically hung out at my house for many reasons.
My friends liked coming to my house because I had a cool room that I shared with my brother. The room was rather large since it was an attached garage that was converted into an additional bedroom room with an adjoining laundry room. My brother and I had spent countless hours decorating the room. Light up and neon beer signs, several arcade games, a large color TV, a small fridge and microwave, plenty of books, a Pachinko machine (Japanese “Pinball”), and a kickin stereo system. All the stuff a teen aged boy could ever want. Our street curved, and our home was situated on the curve, making back backyard property boundaries very large and irregular shaped. Our backyard wad “pie-shaped” with the smallest width being about eighty-five feet, flaring out to just over one-hundred and fifty feet in the rear of the yard; making it large enough for a pool and room to play any yard sports imaginable croquet, lawn darts, horseshoes, and volleyball were some of our favorite. We also had a very large swimming pool in the yard with a full deck all the way around it. The pool was an oval, eighteen feet wide by thirty-two feet long and was four feet deep and playing volleyball in the pool was much better than playing in the yard. Another reason that my friends liked hanging out at my house was that my parents were very strict yet very cool and they loved my moms home cooked meals which she always was willing to feed extra mouths without any complaints. My friends would tell my parents that they wished that their parents cooked at home and made good food like they did. Overall, it was an enjoyable time at my house for both my friends and for me. On any given summer night, we good be found out at the pool, swimming, playing, sitting on the deck talking or listening to music, telling ghost stories, and in my case; I was secretly admiring my friends bodies in their swim trunks, wishing that they were swimming in their briefs instead. Soon enough, this would come true.

It was early June and it was unusually hot that week. We had just been let out of school for summer break not even a week ago and the temperature soared pat ninety degrees. It was a hot and steamy Friday afternoon when a few of my friends called asking if I wanted to go to the Riverwalk. I declined because of the heat and instead invited them all to come over for a pool party since it was too hot to walk around at the Riverwalk and look for girls. GIRLS! Yuck, that definitely was not on my list of things to do, I’d rather be looking at all the hot guys instead but of coarse I could not tell this to my friends. By late afternoon two out of seven friends cancelled, one was staying home while the other was taking his girlfriend out to a movie. After dinner, I heard from, Jimmy, Dave, aqnd Scott who also declined the pool party and were going to the Riverwalk, they were desperate for a girl friend and all the hot girls could be found there. Chris was the last one to stop by with his mom in the car to cancel; they were headed to grandmas for the weekend. It was heading onto eight PM and I still have not heard from Steve so I gave him a call. To my surprise, Steve was just out of the shower and said he was heading over to swim with me as he didn’t to go looking for girls because it was too hot. Steve only lived several blocks over and he was over in no time.
Since it was almost nine o’clock by the time Steve came over, we were both hungry again and decided that a pizza sounded good. We ordered our favorite, a medium cheese and pepperoni, green pepper, onion and mushroom with extra sauce and a middle weight crust. On a hot and muggy summer night, we should have been ordering cold sub sandwiches but like all teenage boys, pizza was life. We sat at the poolside and talked until the pizza was delivered, which gave me forty-five minutes to somehow bring up the idea to Steve that we should not bother changing into our swim trunks and swim in our briefs. Forty-five minutes came and went and the pizza was delivered on time but I still had not figured out how to bring the subject up to Steve without sounding like I was gay. We talked about everything BUT swimming in our briefs. We finished eating, grabbed our cans of soda and sat side by side on the pool deck, our bare legs dangling in the water. Our legs touched one another under the water as we kicked them back and forth, exciting me and had it not been dark, Steve would have noticed for sure by the way by hard penis was poking through my shorts. We made small talk and after awhile, I sensed that Steve my be getting excited as well; not by the bulge in his shorts but by the way he was fidgeting and moving his legs around to “purposely” touch mine. I took this as my queue to say something…to make my move.

But what could I say that wouldn’t seem gay and possibly chase him away? I had to think fast before the moment was gone. I stood up really fast and did the most desperate thing that I could thick of. As I jumped up, I announced to Steve; “The mosquitos are getting bad and I’m chilly, I’m getting in the water”. Before Steve had the chance to say anything about not having our swim trunks on, I stripped off my shirt, tore off my pants and jumped into the pool in my briefs. It was only a matter of seconds before Steve followed my lead and slowly removed his shirt commenting on how chilly it is. He carefully and shyly unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and as he did, I could see the beginnings of his white briefs showing. I was rock hard in the pool. Steve took off his pants, folded them and placed them on one of the many chairs on the deck. Now I could see how he looked in briefs! Steve was my friend for many years but this was my first time that I have ever seen him in his underwear. I was so excited, I thought I could feel the cum gushing out the end of my cock right then and there. Steve sat down on the deck, hung his legs in the water decided whether or not to slowly slide in or dive in. After some coaxing, he did the later. Now both of us were in the pool swimming with one another in our briefs. I wanted body contact, I wanted to feel another boys body in my hands, I wanted to rub him in his underwear and make him hard. I was dizzy with excitement thinking about it at the opposite end of the pool, Steve was somewhere behind me. Just then, I heard a large whoosh of water behind me. Steve had swam underwater and sprung up behind me, trying to scare me. He jumped on my back and we began to wrestle, tossing each other around.
It was only a matter of minutes before the inevitable happened. Steve and I were facing one another, squaring off, arms flailing around, each of us trying bear hug one another when Steve’s hand
went under the water to do a “sneak attack”. Instead of grabbing my elbows or arm the restrain me, he grabbed right for my crotch. Instead my his idea working, thinking that this area was vulnerable which would make me drop my arms to my side he ended up grabbing my hard cock. The second he did that he stopped and looked embarrassed, he apologized. I accepted his apology and laughed adding that it was ok and I didn’t mind because it felt kind good. Steve replied “really?”. We walked to the other end of the pool. We leaned against the pool wall, our bodies side by side and completely submerged underwater up to our chins. We were both silent for a few minutes, still contemplating what had just happened and what was said. Steve was the first one to speak. “Did you really like me touching your cock and underwear?” I nodded. Steve asked, “Are you gay?” I said, “Hell no!”

At that same second, I felt Steve’s hand again rubbing my stiff cock through my underwear; I sank deeper into the water. I could not believe this was happening. Under the water, Steve took my hand and guided to his cock. We both crouched in the water rubbing and stroking each other in our underwear under the water. I wanted to suck him off and I think he knew this. We climbed onto the deck and sat at waters edge fondling one another for what seemed like an eternity. Seeing Steve hard in his JC Penny TownCraft briefs, the ones with the red and yellow-gold stripes on the waistband drove me wild. I gently placed my hand on Steve’s chest and pushed him backwards onto the deck so he would be lying flat on his back, feet and legs still dangling in the water. I pulled his hard rock hard cock through the fly of his underwear and fondled him. He pulled at my head and I knew what he wanted, me to suck him. I lowered my head to his cock, licked it slightly. It tasted and smelled like chlorine. I put it in my mouth. It was pulsating. Seconds later, the back porch lights came on. I panicked and sat up. My mother was all ready out the back door walking out to the pool. He had no time to hide what we were doing let alone throw towels over us. As she was walking over to the pool, she was saying something to the effect of, “What’s going on out here?, What are you two doing in the dark?” but I could not be sure, I was dizzy with freight, light headed and actually thought I was going to faint. We were caught.
We both stood up, Steve walked over to where his clothes were and wrapped himself into his towel as I talked to my mother. I gave her some excuse about how we were to lazy to get our swim trunks on and went swimming in our undies. She didn’t buy it, and whispered to me, “I think it’s time for your friend to go home”. Steve and I said nothing to one another; we got dressed on the pool deck, grabbed his bike and left without saying a word. What would I say to him tomorrow? I shut down the pool, turned off the filter, and turned off all the lighting and went into the house fully expecting a lecture or to be grounded but neither one happened. I went to my room and called Steve. We talked for another hour but only mentioned the episode for a second. Basically it was Steve saying, “Please don’t say anything to anyone, promise?” I agreed. Steve and I were great friends for many more years until he moved away and had never mentioned the situation again