Wrestling With Mike

This is a story I wrote a while back and it was published in First Hand. I hope you enjoy it.

When I was eighteen, I joined the wrestling team in our school.I loved the sport, but I mostly wanted to feel other men's bodies as we struggled together.I knew by then that I was gay, although I never had any real experience.I wasn't bad-looking at eighteen.I stood six feet tall and had a good strong body, as I had been training for a few years.Wide shoulders tapering down to a slim waist.My pecs were rather impressive since I had worked on them, making them muscular as well as defined with two very large, chocolate-colored nipples that just begged to be tasted. A rippled abdomen where some dark hair began at the navel, leading down to a great forest of hair at my crotch.I had always liked a lot of crotch hair on a man - it seems to enhance the erect cock so nicely. I had an average-size dick that stood between six and a half and seven inches with a thick shaft and a very large mushroom-like head that, whenever excited, lost no time in gushing out loads of pre-cum.Under the penis hung two large orgs, also very hairy and holding the precious liquid that poured out in large quantities whenever I worked on my sex muscles.I stood on long, strong, and hairy legs that could hold an opponent quite easily. On the team, we got to wear those exciting wrestling suits- mine was red - and show off our baskets, even though we wore jockstraps.Some guys even packed their pouches with Kleenex to give the impression that there was a lot there.I never had to do this, but I had to watch myself, as the friction of body contact often made me leak pre-cum and get a little excited, and there would be a patch of wet at the front of my suit.The other guys would just laugh at me and call me "leaky". As I said before, I loved wrestling.Straining muscles pitched against each other.Feeling another man's soft basket as I tried to throw him, feeling a hand on my crotch, the feel of baskets rubbing together as we tried to get free - these were all exciting to me.Once in a while, I would feel another guy getting a hard-on.Naturally, my cock would react to this quickly, and we would both end up with enlarged pouches, but nothing ever came of this, as it was natural in the wrestling circle. Nobody ever guessed that feeling a hard cock rubbed against mine would be more than just friction but also a desire to go further. Our team was going to another school in another town, for competitions. We were to be paired off with the receiving team and stay in their homes, I was to stay with a John and his family.We were to stay a whole week until the competitions were over.I was looking forward to the trip. The big day finally came, and our plane landed at the airport.Pretty woon, we had our baggage and were being introduced to the other team and the receiving families.I finally met John - what a hunk.Six feet, very muscular, and s-e-e-x-x-y-y...................

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