Wrestlers Settle Fights On The Mat

Man to Man

With so many testosterone fueled wrestlers living in one space, there were bound to be disagreements, so Tony set up some ground rules right off the bat. Any argument that couldn’t be settled with words would be settled on the mat. And would not be settled until one man admitted defeat. After that the winner could do whatever he wanted to the loser (without hurting him physically) and the loser would have to take it graciously.

Tony was a great guy at heart, so generous that he opened his wrestling room to a bunch of foreign wrestlers, requiring him to share everything, sacrifice any privacy whatsoever and even abide by rules he set for everyone else. But Tony was also difficult sometimes and could be pretty arrogant. He was the total alpha male. He had to be in control and he didn’t like to be challenged.

One morning, Tony and I were heading to the showers at the same time, when Tony looked at the mats and and gave me a look I knew was trouble.

“I put you in charge of cleaning the mats! Look at them! You think that’s clean? ” he said.

“You never told me that! How the hell am I supposed to know what you’re thinking all the time!,” I shot back.

“You calling me a liar?”

“If you’re saying you told me that, then yeah, I am!”

“Come over here with me, pal. I’m gonna teach you a little lesson,” he said, wrapping one arm around my shoulders aggressively as he dragged me onto the mat.

As we faced each other naked, the other guys gathered around us, eager to see us battle.

“No breaks, we wrestle till one of us admits defeat,” Tony instructed.

I couldn’t help admire him as he stood there confidently, hands on his hips.

His hair had receded a bit and was more gray than dark brown around the sides. He had broad, well worn shoulders and thick, defined arms. His chest hair was now salt and pepper, but was kind of light and fluffy, like a rug over his defined pecs and hard nipples.

His chest hair faded out just below his pecs, but then a wide treasure trail of hair started to form going down his belly, almost in the shape of a fat dick resting on a big pair of balls. From his belly button down it grew darker, thicker until it met a bushy forest of pubic hair, crowning his drooping dick. His balls hung low and were also covered in wiry hair, but it was also graying. He was the picture of fitness for a tough older dude.

I could feel myself start to get an erection. I snapped out of it fast though as Tony got into his stance and stared into my eyes. This was gonna be a hard fight.

We locked up slowly, knowing this was going to be a long match because even if we got a pin it wasn’t over until the other guy surrendered. I went in on a single leg and brought Tony to the mat. I climbed on top of him and slid my arm underneath his right arm, hoping to gain some leverage to turn him. But his upper arms were solid muscle so he fought me for a while. As we wriggled around, my dick became wedged in his furry ass crack, rubbing up and down as I fought to roll him onto his back.

“Turn you son of a bitch,” I whispered in his ear.

“Make me,” Tony grunted back.

I sat up slightly, straddling him as he lay face down on the mat. I took control of his left arm, bringing it up into a hammer lock. I kicked my left leg onto my left side, and with my left arm I started to pull, digging my fingers into his neck for added leverage. I had his right arm fully extended. There was no way he could fight this off. Slowly he turned onto his shoulders. The guys watching us started cheering and pounding the mat. If this were a normal match, I would have won. Tony’s shoulders sunk deep into the mat, His ass in the air, his legs flailing.

Tony let out a loud groan as he looked up to see my hairy balls dangling above his head. I pressed my thigh into his face to keep him down. I figured he would have to give up eventually.

But Tony was tough and resilient. After about 3 minutes of being trapped in this humiliating position, we were getting very sweaty and slippery. Tony started sliding his arms out and before I knew what happened he was free.

We got back up to our feet and circled each other, sweat dripping off our faces. As we went to lock up Tony came in on top of me and Trapped my head. He pulled me down to the mat and slid over to the side, grabbing my right leg and turning me onto my back. All the guys around us got a clear view of my asshole as Tony spread my legs wide apart. As he cradled my tightly I tried to kick my way out of it.

I was flat on my back, a clear pin in a regular match. But I wasn’t going to give up. I knew he could only hold me in that position for so long so I set out to wear him out. I could see the other guys watching us, wondering if I was going to cave and give up. I must have looked totally helpless. I knew Tony was smiling to them, proud that he could control me like this. But I knew my legs were stronger than his arms and at last I kicked my way out and rolled onto my belly.

Tony got on my back and slid upward. I could feel him slide his leg under my right leg and press hard against my balls as he bent his knee and locked his foot around his opposite calf. I knew what was coming next. Tony loved this move because it allowed him to really dominate his opponent. He drove his right arm underneath my chin and stretched me out for everyone to see. I was totally at his mercy as he squeezed me tightly.

He pulled my head closer to his. I could feel his hot breath in my ear. “You’re finished!” he said. I knew he was right and all I could do was grunt a little bit.

This position would be bad enough if we were alone and in gear, but we were naked and there were about 2 dozen other guys watching our every move. I could hear their comments as Tony played with me and crushed my balls with his strong hairy legs.

I think this is when he beat me. He crushed my will and I just wasn’t fighting as hard. So I didn’t even seem to notice when he untangled his legs and spun around trapping my head underneath his pelvis. As I turned my head to breathe, Tony’s balls pressed against my cheek. I could see the other guys laughing, cheering as he he put me in this totally humiliating position. This wasn’t just to pin me, it was to break me. I turned my head back so Tony’s balls rested one on each side of my nose. The musky, sweaty smell was strangely soothing.

I knew then I had had enough.

“I give up!” I cried, though my voice was muffled by Tony’s cock.

“Say it louder!” Tony commanded.

“I GIVE!!” I shouted as loud as i could.

I could hear applause from the other wrestlers as Tony sat upright, my head trapped beneath his ass. I couldn’t see anything but I knew he was grandstanding, flexing his muscles on top of me as he sat on my head. Finally he got up.

I felt a wave of relief as I could suddenly breathe again. I started to get up, but Tony stopped me.

“Not so fast,” he said. There’s something I need to do.

As I lay on the mat, Tony stood straddling me. He rubbed his hand in his sweat soaked hair and started to massage his dick. As he rubbed it grew harder and bigger until it was a hard throbbing mass. Tony pumped and pumped softly groaning as everyone looked on. As his groans grew louder the other men started pounding the mat, cheering him on. Tony’s breath grew heavier, his groans higher, the pounding louder, until finally it happened. As I lay defeated I felt thick drops of warm cum rain down on me.

Tony let out a log deep breath as the other guys clapped. One of them got up to raise his hand as Tony placed his foot on my chest. It was a final humiliation, but the rules we agreed to were that the loser would lose graciously.

After his arm was raised, Tony bent down and offered me a hand up. I got to my feet and we embraced, smearing his semen all over out torsos.

“I’ll clean the mat now,” I said meekly.

“Good. I’ll meet you in the showers,” he replied.

The Russian Invasion

It was a Monday morning and I was feeling so comfortable and warm in bed, just trying to squeeze in a few more precious minutes of sleep. Then I felt a whack on my head and a deep, voice growled at me to wake up. I opened my eyes and saw Tony’s big, hairy balls dangling in front of my face. I slowly looked upward, past his thick cock and his tangled tuft of pubes, up over his treasure trail toward his graying fur-covered chest and hard pink nipples, up toward his piercing blue eyes.

“Get up, we’re getting company today,” he said.

I pulled myself up and followed Tony downstairs to the shower room. As we were basically living in a giant wrestling room, we didn’t have one individual shower, but a large open tiled room with 8 shower heads on the wall and shower gel dispensers next to each one.

As we lathered up, Tony explained to me that a contingent of Russian wrestler had been training at the local university, but with the lockdown because of the virus they needed to get out.

“So we’re gonna have about 20 guys quarantining here with us. They can sleep on the mats or some in the bed or wherever. There won’t be any privacy, but we’ll get a lot of wrestling in with some awesome talent,” he said. “I was told they all speak some English – some better than others, but we can make it work.”

Not like I had any say in the matter, but it sounded pretty exciting.

“It will be like a summer wrestling camp,” I said.

“Yeah, look at it that way,” Tony laughed.

We dried ourselves off, grabbed some boxer briefs out of what was now the communal underwear drawer, and each put on some shorts.

Just then two vans rumbled down the long dirt driveway up to the house. Tony flung open the door and a couple dozen Russian wrestlers poured in. They all thanked Tony over and over for letting them stay with us. I guess they didn’t have many options and none of them seemed to mind the cramped conditions.

Tony showed them around but you could tell all they cared about was getting on the mat.

“Well, get your gear on and let’s start wrestling boys,” Tony said to cheers and applause from our new Russian guests.

All the guys started to strip down, pulling off shirts, pants, underwear. Out came jockstraps and singlets and wrestling shoes got laced up. They already had partners according to their weight class, so I partnered up with Tony and we all started stretching, and warming up.

New roommates!

The mat was pretty crowded with all of us practicing, and we’d occasionally crash into each other, but it was no big deal. We were all having a great time. After a while, we started challenging each other. One of the Russians couldn’t wait to take on Tony.

They got into quite a scrap. Each of them was clearly trying to show off. The Russian got the best of Tony when they locked up and did an awesome chest-to-chest throw. He grunted so lour as he lifted Tony up that everyone stopped to watch.

They crashed to the mat with the big Russian dude fully in control. Tony was on his back bridging like his life depended on it. Both men were panting for breath and groaning. Tony struggled for several minutes and finally made his way onto his belly, only to get thrown again but his opponent. But this time the Russian was a little sloppy, allowing Tony to get on his side and wrap his thick thighs around the Russian body. Tony slipped his arm under his chin and pulled him back to the mat.

Even the other Russians were cheering Tony on at this point, watching their comrade flail almost helplessly. His face was contorted and sweat ran down his forehead onto Tony’s arm. The two kept fighting for several minutes, groaning, growling, until finally the Russian’s strength seemed to give out and Tony pressed his shoulders into the mat. There was no referee, so he looked up at the other guys and asked them to make the call.

“This a pin?”

“Yes! Pin! Pin!” they all shouted back as their teammate lay defeated underneath Tony.

Tony let the Russian go and looked down at him smiling. The Russian smiled back and Tony helped him to his feet.

“I’m Tony, by the way,” He said.

“Anatoly,” the Russian replied. “You are a good wrestler Tony!”

“You too, Anatoly,” Tony replied.

There were plenty of good matches over the course of the next few days. The wrestling was great. But some other problems came up.

We quickly realized that one washing machine for two dozen guys wasn’t working. We were wrestling all the time – there was nothing else to do – which meant a lot sweaty gear that needed washing every day. Not to mention drying. Also the electricity bill was going to be insane.

So something drastic needed to be done.

We decided we’d have 12 singlets every day that could be used and we’d just trade back and forth. Otherwise, there was no need to wear anything. After all, we were all men and the house was secluded with almost not windows. There was a gate at the end of the driveway which was locked now, so we were free to be naked all the time.

The first day of our new policy we all woke up early. Most everyone had been sleeping naked anyway, so that wasn’t a big change. I had given up my place in Tony’s bed to his new wrestling partner/nemesis Anatoly. Instead, I slept on the mats with the other guys. There was more room anyway and I was starting to bond with some of the Russians.

After breakfast, Tony took 12 singlets and threw them in a pile in the middle of the mats. The first guys on the mat snatched them up, strapped them on and started warming up. I decided to go in the next round so sat down on the edge of the mat with some of the other guys. I was surprised at how affectionate the Russians were. Instead of sitting far apart, the all shoved up against each other, some draping their arms around their buddies’ shoulders and others using their friends bellies, thighs or whatever as pillows.

My new friend Vasili sat down right beside me on my right, while a bunch of other guys piled in on my left. It was nice not feeling inhibitions. We all tugged at our dicks and rubbed our fingers through our pubic hair while draped over other wrestlers.

The two guys in front of us were about to start a live match. One of them, Alexei, was the brother of Vasili. They were from some place around the Black Sea I had never heard of. Both had short dark hair and chiseled, sinewy bodies covered in black body hair. Even their asses were quite hair, though rock hard. Alexei was squaring off against Victor. A blond, blue-eyed guy with broad shoulders and button-like nipples.

They locked up ferociously and Vasili started coaching his brother from the sidelines. Victor went in for a single leg takedown and took Alexei down to the mat. He tried for a few minutes to turn him, but Alexei resisted and the two eventually got up to their feet and again locked up. After a short while, Victor pivoted, wrapped his arm around Alexei’s head and brought him down to the mat. Alexei was in trouble. Victor squeezed his headlock tighter and Alexei bridged hard. His penis bulged from his singlet as he struggled. Vasili at this point crawled closed to the two, he was on all fours with his balls swinging between his legs and strands of hair protruding from his anus as he yelled instructions at his brother.

Victor was enjoying it all. He knew Alexei was finished. For him it was like a victory over both brothers. Alexei was running out of steam. He sweaty head rocked back and forth on the mat until finally his bridge collapsed and Victor clamped his hold on even tighter, smiling broadly as he forced Vasili to watch his brother being totally dominated.

When it was obvious Alexei was pinned, Vasili pounded the mat with both of his fists. It was like he had been beaten too. Alexei looked totally defeated, knowing he had let his brother down too. As the two got up with their feet, Victor demanded his singlet. Alexei stripped it off and handed it to his champion. Another wrestler sprung up to raise Victor’s hand as Alexei stared down at the mat, as sweat dripped down his belly, through his wiry bush and onto his long drooping cock.

Russians are very emotional wrestlers. Each match was dramatic, no matter how friendly. With all the intensity, it soon became obvious to us that we all needed a regular release.

So we decided that every night after wrestling, we would have a jerkoff session.

On one of the first nights, we had a contest. We divided into two groups and lined up facing each other on opposite sides of the mat. We’d all jerk off and then see who had the longest shooting range. Me and Tony would measure each guy’s cum puddle and the two with the longest range would be able to sleep in the bed tonight instead of the mat.

Tony and I stood on opposite sides. We wouldn’t start measuring until everyone had hot his load. But we figured it wouldn’t take that long with this bunch of testosterone-fueled studs.

Everyone got a handful of lube and started rubbing. It was an amazing sight. One after another the groans would start followed by gentle drops of warm semen onto the mat. Some guys exploded half way across the mat, while others just gushed onto their hands and dribbled down to the ground.

Every guy had cum except an 85kg wrestler named Sergei who seemed to be taking his time. This annoyed the guy next to him, Igorek, who started teasing him. That didn’t go down well. Sergei was just about to cum when he turned to face Igorek and squirted semen all over him. Igorek looked down at the cum dripping down his stomach and hanging off his pubic hair and just lost it. He tackled Sergei and the two of them went crashing into all the other wrestlers. Within seconds a massive brawl had started and two dozen naked wrestlers were rolling around in each other’s spunk on the mat.

Tony and I looked at each other and started laughing.

“We’re the only two who haven’t cum yet. Let’s give ’em a bath,” Tony said.

He took a bottle of lube and squirted some out on my dick and then in his hand and we both started wanking over the huge pile of cum soaked wrestlers writhing around in front of us.

A pair of wrestlers rolled into us just as we were both about to lose it. We looked down at them and almost simultaneously shot our hot loads right onto the two guys below us. They kept on wrestling, mixing our semen together as they fought.

Since no one won the contest, Tony and I decided to shower up and take the bed for ourselves. We’d let the other guys clean up the mats when they were done.

Alpha Male Roommates

Dominate Or Be Dominated

I met Tony last year at a wrestling tournament when he was coaching a college-level club. He’s a typical wrestling coach – about 50, strong build – you can tell he used to be ripped in his glory days, but now he’s a little stockier. His ears are mangled from years on the mat, and his hair is copped short, but kind of salt and pepper now.

I’d been messaging some of my buddies that I was looking for a place to stay for a few months. I’m a welder and had just finished a job and wanted to save some cash until the next one came along. I wasn’t having much luck as I worked my way through my contacts, until I got to Tony. I didn’t know him well, but we are both former wrestlers and both still take part in the odd veterans tournament, so we’re part of the brotherhood.

Turns out, Tony had been divorced for about a year and was living in the wrestling gym he ran. He put in a loft with a bed and sectioned off an area as a kitchen/living room. He said I was welcome to crash at his place if I didn’t mind sleeping on the couch or the huge wrestling mat that took up most of the space.

Tony was a good guy but I definitely wouldn’t describe him as easy going. He was your standard hot-headed Italian-American. He had a reputation of being tough on his wrestlers and that carried over to most of his interactions. The first night I got there I made the mistake of putting my bags in the loft area because I didn’t really see any other place to put them.

“What the fuck is your shit doing in my loft?” he yelled at me as soon as he saw my bags.

“I didn’t know where I should put them,” I said.

“How about in your fucking car?! Any privileges you want around here you’re gonna have to earn!” he shouted, which I quickly figured out what just how he talked usually.

“Okay,” I said, “how do I earn my privileges?”

“What’s that?” he growled, pointing to the wrestling mat.

“A mat,” I answered. “So i gotta pin you if I want to ring my bags in?”

“Oh, you’re not so stupid after all,” he shot back. “You got shoes and gear?”

“Up in the loft,” I said.

“Well let’s get changed up.”

We both went up to the loft area and stripped down. For a few seconds we just stood there, naked, sizing each other up. Tony had a thick layer of chest hair, with a few gray strands. His arms were well-developed and he had the thick neck of a wrestler with nice traps and round shoulders. He had a little bit of a belly, coated in a layer of fur that led down to a wiry untamed bush framing his fat dick and low-hanging balls.

He flexed a little bit to try to intimidate me. My chest was smoother, but the places I did have body hair – my pits, my dick, my ass crack, were shaggier. I pulled on a pair of underarmour compression shorts, as Tony went for an old-school jock strap and shorts made of sweat pants material.

We tied our shoes and went down to the mat. I figured we would take our time to warm up, but Tony came at me like a tank. We locked up and within 10 seconds he got me in a headlock and slammed me to the mat. This was humiliating. I squirmed around for a little while and tried to bridge, but he was so strong. The only way to win some respect from him was to keep fighting and not let myself get pinned. But every time I tried to turn myself over to my belly he cranks his rock hard arms even more and brought me to my back again.

I looked up to see streams of sweat running from his armpits down his arms and onto my face. I could almost taste his deodorant. He was loving it.

Who’s the alpha?

“Is that all you got?” he asked, smiling?

Tony leaned his back into my chest, pressing my shoulders into the mat. We both knew I was pinned but he wasn’t letting up.

“Before I let you up I just wanna know you understand who the alpha is around here,” he said. “Lemme hear you say it.”

“Ughhhh,” I groaned. “You’re the alpha. You’re the stud around here.”

“Glad we got that straight,” Tony said. “From now on, any disagreements, that’s the way we are going to decide it.”

With that, he set my free and I filled my lungs with air. Tony stood up, looking down at his defeated new roommate as I tried to catch my breath.

“Now, I’m gonna take a shower and when I get out, your shit will be out of my room,” he said. To add insult to injury he peeled off his clothes and tossed them onto me, with his sweaty jockstrap landing square on my face.

I don’t know why, but there was something comforting about the warm dampness of his jock. Knowing it was cradling his balls as he dominated me.

As the days went on, Tony and I would fight and wrestle over everything from what we watched on TV, to who got to use the shower first to who did the chores around the place.

We spent most of our time on the mat and eventually I had improved my wrestling enough that I would occasionally beat him.

One day, I decided I was tired of sleeping on the couch and told him I wanted the bed.

He looked at me almost impressed that I had the balls to demand his bed in his own house. “Okay, if you want it you have to pin me AND make me call you the alpha, otherwise you don’t even get the couch – the mat is your bed.”

“Deal.”

We decided to wear singlets this time, as this was going to be a big match. Tony gave me one of his to wear and tossed me one of his jockstraps to wear underneath.

I had to admit, Tony looked good in his singlet. His was low-cut so his nipples and hairy chest were plain to see. His jock protruded quite a bit at the top and the lycra was hugging his ass tightly.

We locked up and pushed each other around for a while, with the odd slap on the side of the head landing as we got rougher. Finally I got a single leg and took him down. My arms were wrapped around his stomach as I tried to turn him, but he wasn’t gonna let me have that. Instead I shoved my arm between his legs and tried to lock my hands in his groin. “Arghhh,” he groaned as I pressed my forearm against his balls.

“That feel good?” I asked him mockingly. As I applied more pressure I was able to lift him up and with a massive grunt, i stood up and flipped him over onto his back.

Tony was stunned and momentarily disoriented. Even though I had been getting better as a wrestler, he still expected to crush me. I could see the fear in his eyes as I climbed onto him for a Saturday Night Ride. He bucked his hips as best he could but by that time was was straddling him. It was almost like i was pinning his dick as I pressed my pelvis into his. I slid up higher onto his body and leaned forward has he tried to arch his back. There was no way he could knock me off as his shoulders sunk deep into the mat.

I had him pinned, but that was just the first part. I had to make him totally submit to me. I put my down to his and whispered into his ear: “You ready to give up your alpha title?”

“Fuck no, you gotta do better than that!”

I slid up higher on him, placing my knees in his armpits, so i was straddling his face. His chin pressed into my balls. And suddenly I noticed something was happening that hadn’t happened before when wrestling. My dick was getting hard!

I locked my hands behind Tony’s head and brought his face closer to my crotch. Tony was totally helpless – in a predicament he had probably never been in before judging by the look in his eyes. I taunted him more as I buried his face in my bulge. He clearly was having trouble breathing. I would give him some air for a few seconds and them bring him back in. I asked him one more time: “Who’s the alpha?” and finally the answer came back: “You are! You are!”

My dick grew even harder after hearing that. I let Tony’s head drop to the mat as he gasped for air. Normally I would just stand up and that would be it. But something compelled me to go further this time.

I got to my feet and looked down at Tony as he laid there broken, in utter defeat. But instead of walking away, I stripped off my singlet and then my jockstrap and then pulled Tony to his knees in front of me.

“I won,” I said.

Tony stared at my rock hard cock and knew what he had to do. He opened his mouth and I shoved it past his lips, deep into his throat. Then I started pumping, slow at first but then harder. I had finally beaten the alpha and I felt like a king. I pulled Tony’s mouth off my dick and pushed him back on the mat. I got back on top of him, the way I had beaten him before and jerked my self off until a warm waterfall of cum splashed down onto Tony’s face.

We both took a breather, taking in what had just happened. It seemed out of the blue, but I think we both knew it was bound to happen. That much testosterone had to come out somehow.

I again got to my feet, my cock still dripping with cum.”

“I’m gonna go take a nap in my bed now,” I said. “You can come if you want.”

High Stakes Wrestling

Sweaty sparring session with the boys

After a week long vacation in the Philippines I was on my way back tot he States, but first I would spend a couple days in Manila where I would meet up with an old friend of mine, Jose. I was badly in need of a workout, so Jose invited me to come with him to this small local gym a group of guys would get together each weekend for an informal wrestling practice. They were mostly grapplers but a few of them did freestyle wrestling too.

We were the first ones to arrive, so we made our way to the back where the mats were. This was an old school gym — very basic. In fact, there wasn’t really a locker room, just a small show room with one tap for cold water only. But there were never any women around, so Jose said it was fine to strip down and change into our wrestling gear right on the mat.

Jose was pretty buff, but not very tall and had dark smooth skin. His cock was thick and hairy and his balls hung low between his legs. I put on my jockstrap and a pair of underarmour compression shorts and laced up my wrestling shoes as Jose pulled a pair of mesh shorts over his boxer briefs.

We stretched out and did a little sparring before the other guys arrived. They gym was hot. There was no a/c, just a couple of fans that did little to counter the tropical heat. We were slick with sweat after just a few minutes of rolling around.

Soon the other guys started to arrive so we stopped wrestling and got up to greet them while they changed up. Tony was the coach. He was a big brawny guy in his mid-20s. He grew up in California and wrestled all through high school there, but now he focused mainly on grappling and MMA. His dream was to be a professional fighter, but his family wanted him to do something more stable, so he spent his days working as an accountant.

Alvin was probably around 75kg and very toned. He was crazy about no-gi grappling and loved to make bigger guys tap out. His friend Henry was skinnier and relied heavily on technique. And then there was Enrique, a tough-looking stud who was actually the caretaker of the gym. His left ear was slightly cauliflowered, which Jose claimed was his work.

Tony actually looked a little nerdy when he came in, with this framed glasses. But there was a big transformation as he peeled off his shirt to reveal his big pecs with a few wisps of black hair around his hard nipples. His shoulders were broad and muscular and his huge arms were intimidating and exciting at the same time. He had a little bit of a belly and a nice dark treasure trail leading from his belly button to his thick black pubes surrounding his juicy looking cock. After he had stripped naked, Tony rummaged around in his bag and pulled out a pair of white square cuts some socks and wrestling shoes.

“Hey, where’s my jock?” he mumbled as he reached into what was now and empty bag. “Guess I’m going commando!” he said as he caught my eye, yanking his tight shorts over his cock and balls. While Tony was tying his shoes, I noticed how incredibly hairy Henry’s legs were. His chest was pretty smooth, but from the waist down he was a bear.

Alvin was ready to rumble barefoot and wearing just a regular pair of shorts. He grabbed Jose and they started to grapple. Alvin was an alpha male on the mat and loved the north south position. Within a minute of wrestling, Jose was on his back, buried underneath Alvin’s crotch. As they struggled it became clear that Alvin was going commando too and Jose was getting a closeup view of his hairy balls.

As Jose and Alvin went at it, Tony asked me if I wanted to take on one of the other guys.

“Sure,” I said as he pulled Enrique onto the mat. We got in position, hunched over and ready to wrestle, when Tony asked, “Oh, do you guys know each other? Enrique, Mike. Mike, Enrique. We smiled and shook hands – a moment of politeness before we tried to physically dominate each other. “Wrestle!” Tony shouted. This was my first match with these guys and I really wanted to show I could hold my own, so I sprang at Enrique with everything I had, sinking a tight headlock on him and slamming him to the mat. I could hear him grunting as a squeezed him as hard as I could, digging my feet into the mat for leverage as I pushed him down tighter. It looked like he was having trouble breathing. I could hear him struggling for air. The other guys looked on, impressed that I was pummeling Enrique. He was tough, though, and wasn’t going to give up easily. He fought hard to break the lock ramming his forearm into my face, but I wasn’t letting go. It was so hot in that room and we were dripping with sweat. But I used the slipperiness to my advantage. I mounted his back and turned my headlock into a choke hold. Enrique slapped the mat furiously signaling defeat. I let go of his head and heard a huge gasp as he gulped in the air I had denied him.

I helped him to his feet and we shook hands again as Tony raised my arm over him.

I was totally beat, but Alvin wanted some fresh meat after beating up Jose and asked me to wrestle him. I pleaded for a minute of rest as I caught my breath. Alvin was a better grappler than me, but I was fresh off a victory, so I was feeling an adrenaline rush.

Alvin and I slapped our hands together in an informal handshake and locked up. But it wasn’t long before I was getting the north-south treatment as he draped his sweaty balls over my lips. We were both pretty smelly at that point so I wanted to get out of that position before he started rubbing his ass in my face.

I managed to break free for a second, but then I found myself in Alvin’s guard and I knew he was going for a triangle choke. Tony got in close and tried to coach me out of it. Luckily I was sweaty enough to wiggle free, but before I knew what was happening, Alvin had climbed onto my back and sunk in a choke hold. He rocked me backwards as I tried to shove my hand underneath his arm, but it was no use. He stretched me out as the other guys watched. As he dug his hooks in, he caught my shorts with his heel and i could feel them sliding down the harder he squeezed. The elastic band stretched until is slipped under the pouch of my jock.   I felt humiliated and helpless, half naked and groaning as a smaller guy dominated me. Finally I slapped the mat to make it stop and Alvin let me go. I pulled my short up and took a second to shake it off and got to my feet as Tony lifted Alvin’s arm up. Body odor wafted from his sweaty armpit as the guys applauded his victory over me.

I really needed a break, so I slunked over to the side of the mat to watch some of the other guys grappling. A few others who had been working out in the other part of the gym had joined us so the small mat was a sea of sweaty men writhing against each other. The gym was filled with the sound of grunts and groans and panting, with the occasional slap on the mat of someone giving up.

Tony came over and sat next to me as we watched the piles of battling bodies. He was telling me about his high school wrestling career when all of the sudden, one of the guys on the mat gutwrenched his opponent face first into Tony’s lap. That didn’t stop the action, though. Tony pushed the sweaty pair off of him and watched as the guy in charge worked to sink his arm around his opponent’s neck. They rolled into me as the top guy wrapped his legs around his victim’s body and squeezed. I looked down at the loser as he grunted and gasped. Finally he slapped the mat and the winner let go and shoved him. I felt a warm spray of sweat as his head slapped against my thigh. He looked up at me and grinned as he caught his breath.

Tony looked at me and asked “You wanna go?”

“Sure,” I replied. “College rules, we wrestle till one of us gets a pin,” Tony instructed.

We shook hands and locked up. I tried to shoot a takedown, but Tony sprawled and got a tight front headlock on me. He went down on one knee and flipped me over with a fireman’s carry. Before I knew what hit me I was on my back with my face buried in his belly. We were sweaty and slippery and I managed to wriggle onto my stomach. Tony was a heavy dude and he was wearing me down with his relentless attacks. Suddenly I felt his arm between my legs as he attempted a cradle. I couldn’t fight him any longer, he was too strong. He locked up his hands and rocked me back. I was straining and grimacing, trying to save my self from getting pinned just as another pair of wrestlers rolled into us. The controlling wrestler shoved his opponent’s face right into mine and applied a painful submission hold. We looked into each other’s eyes as our opponent’s worked us over. Tony was about to pin me, but at least I wasn’t in agony like this guy. He let out a deep growl and cried out “I give! I give!” I felt his warm breath on my cheek as he pleaded for mercy. His opponent set him free and he flopped on the mat, peering into my eyes as Tony drove my shoulders into the mat. “ughhhh,” I groaned as Tony finished me off. The defeated wrestler next to me slapped the mat hard and yelled “pin!” And leapt to his feet to raise Tony’s arm in victory before I could even get up off the mat.

Most of the guys were sitting around the mat by this time. I figured things were winding down and practice would soon be over. But what they were waiting for was the grand finale of the night. The alpha male match between the two biggest studs in the room – namely Tony and this buzzcut army guy named Hector.

Hector was built like a tank with a massive chest and thick hairy legs. He wore a pair of white square cuts that were nearly see through from all the sweat and black wrestling shoes.

They met each other in the center of the mat and had a stare down until Alvin pushed the two apart and blew a whistle to start the match. They crashed into each other like sumo wrestlers. Tony managed to wrap his arms around Hector’s chest and slide them up underneath his hairy armpits. He tried to get some leverage and let out a massive grunt as he heaved the big man up off his feet. Hector moaned as Tony and slammed him down to the mat. The other guys were getting worked up as the two studs battled. The spectacle of them tangled up in a huge mass of sweaty muscle was giving me a boner. I wasn’t the only one. Several of the others were stroking their cocks as they watched. With each grunt and groan my erection got harder. Suddenly the guy next to me reached over and grabbed hold of my shaft. I was a little shocked, but it seemed like everyone was starting to grab a buddy and jerk him off.

The caretaker Enrique who I had beaten up earlier was working himself to climax. Suddenly he stripped off his shorts, got to his feet and rubbed his naked cock harder. The other guys followed his lead. We left a ring of sweaty lycra and jocks around the mat as we circled Tony and Hector as they wrestled.

It looked like Hector was in trouble. Tony had mounted him and was driving his elbow into his head, ensuring that he would have a very stiff neck in the morning. Hector wrapped his hands behind Tony’s neck and pulled him in toward his chest. He wrapped his legs tight around Tony’s body and grunted as he started to gain control.

The sight of them writhing around was too much. I was about to cum and it looked like I wasn’t alone. We closed in tighter around the two wrestlers and almost in unison we all started groaning as warm semen rushed from our cocks and rained down on the big dudes on the mat. Tony took a huge load on the back of his head. Big white globs of fresh spunk clung to his black spikey hair. Hector got a faceful, but most of it landed on their torsos, and the mat, making it even hard for them to get a firm hold.

We all stood around as our hairy cocks went limp and watched as Tony and Hector slid around the mat, slipping out of each other holds as they tried desperately to get a submission out of each other. Suddenly, Hector managed to climb on Tony’s back and slip his arm under his chin.

“Shit!” Tony screamed as Hector secured the choke. Hector grimaced as he inhaled a big drop of cum that was still stuck to Tony’s sweaty head. But that was a small price to pay for victory. Hector squeezed harder as we all knelt down to get a closer look. Tony was struggling to breathe. His face was beet red. It was over. Tony slapped the mat furiously and Hector released his grip.

Hector let out a whoop as we all cheered. He grabbed Tony by the hair and lifted his head up, using his other arm to flex his bicep. Then he rubbed Tony’s face into the sweaty cum soaked mat to humiliate him further.

But it didn’t end there. Hector pulled down Tony’s shorts, revealing his big smooth ass. I was a little shocked by what was happening. Hector pulled out his cock, which was already hard and plunged it into Tony’s ass. “Aaaarrrggghhh!” Tony moaned as Hector penetrated him. Hector flexed his guns as he worked over Tony’s asshole. Tony pounded the mat with his fist as Hector fucked him. Finally, Hector pulled his dick out of Tony and flipped his beaten opponent over to his back. Hector stood up, straddling his defeated foe and with a low moan he let out a thick, sticky stream of semen that dripped right onto Tony’s face.

Hector took his foot and spread the cum all over Tony’s mouth. Then he let out a sigh and walked off the mat. We all followed to the showers as Tony laid there, overcome by humiliation. I gave him my hand and helped him up.

“You guys wrestle for high stakes, don’t you?” I said.

“It’s OK, he replied, I did the same thing to him last week. This was his revenge. We both chuckled as we made our way to the showers.

There was quite a crowd as we all jammed in together. Our dicks were flapping against each other as we squeezed in to rinse off. There was lots of back slapping and male bonding. It was quite a night and an experience I’ll never forget. I just can’t believe that these guys do this every week!

Defeated By A Smaller Man

Hiroki humbles his opponent

I was visiting Vancouver with my buddy Jitender, an old wrestling buddy from high school. Jitender came from a long line of wrestlers in India and he was state champ in our highs school at 220 lbs. He also wrestled in college but eventually gave it up to concentrate on his studies.

We were on our way to my friend Hiroki’s place. Hiroki was this Japanese dude I met a while back, who turned out to be a great submission wrestler. He was only about 160 lbs. but he was a tough motherfucker and he loved to take down bigger guys and make them submit.

Hiroki had a spare bedroom in his apartment that he’d converted into a small wrestling room.  When Jitender and I arrived, Hiroki was just getting out of the shower and answered the door wearing only a towel. We entered his apartment and he waved us into the bedroom where he quickly dropped his towel onto the floor and began fishing around in a drawer for some clothes. Hiroki was around 40 years old, but he still had a rippling six pack and smooth defined pecs with nipples that just begged to be licked. He had very little body hair except for a thick carpet of wiry black pubes leading to his nice cut cock. Hiroki pulled a black jockstrap out of the drawer and then grabbed a skimpy pair of white lycra square cuts.

“You guys want to change up?” he asked as Jitender and I stood watching him get dressed.

We threw down our bags and stripped naked. Jitender was a big beefy dude with a nice hairy chest and forest of soft black pit hair. The fur on his belly blended in with his dense bush surrounding a cock that was as thick as a soda can. His balls were hairy and low hanging, but his ass wasn’t quite so furry – just a line of dark brown fuzz lining his crack.

Jitender didn’t bother with underwear. He took out a red lycra singlet and pulled it on. He also didn’t bother pulling the straps over his shoulders. Instead he tucked them inside so they were more like shorts.

I always wear a jock when I wrestle, so I slipped mine on and grabbed my black and white fight shorts.

“Alright dudes, let’s wrestle!” Hiroki said as he led us to the mat room.

“You guys go first, I’ll ref,” I said. Hiroki was obviously excited to take on Jitender. He knew he didn’t have much submission wrestling experience and he was eager to prove himself against such a big burly dude.

Hiroki and Jitender shook hands and went at it. Jitender easily took Hiroki down, and pinned him repeatedly, but that wasn’t the object here. And he was about to find out that size doesn’t matter so much when it comes to submission style. Hiroki was on his back, but managed to catch Jitender in a triangle. The big man got to his feet and tried to shake Hiroki off, but Hiroki was climbing all over him like a monkey and maneuvered onto Jitender’s back.

Before the big Indian man knew what hit him, Hiroki had sunk his arm around his neck, pulled him down to the mat and started choking him out. His drove his ankles down deep into Jitender’s hairy thighs and he began to constrict his hold around his neck. I stuck my head into the action and asked Jitender if he was ready to give up. He was grunting and struggling to breathe. He couldn’t quite believe that this little Japanese guy was doing this to him, but he also seemed to realize that he was beat and there was nothing he could do about it. Finally, Jitender tapped, unable to say the words “I give.”

Hiroki loosened the hold so the big man could breathe, but he wasn’t done. Jitender tried to get up, but Hiroki still was controlling him. Then Hiroki reached down and slid his hand into Jitender’s singlet. Jitender looked shocked as Hiroki grabbed onto his thick cock. Using his feet, Hiroki peeled Jitender’s singlet down revealing his hardening penis. Hiroki moved his hand up to Jitender’s head, rubbing it in his hair to get some sweat for lubricant. Then he came back rubbing Jitender’s cock until it was rock solid and the big man was groaning in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. As Hiroki pumped harder, Jitender seized up and let out a load moan as thick white semen gushed out of his cock and onto the mat. Hiroki finally let go and pushed Jitender onto his belly – right into a puddle of his own cum. Hiroki got up and placed his right foot on the fallen giant’s back and I raised his arm in victory.

“OK buddy, you’re next,” Hiroki said to me.

Jitender rolled over and slowly got up.  He felt totally humiliated and his belly hair was matted down with sticky dried cum, but he had work to do. He had to referee my match with Hiroki.

Hiroki and I approached each other cautiously. I found myself on my back with Hiroki on top in the north-south position, which is basically like 69. All I could see was his bulging balls and the black outline of his jockstrap in his tight white shorts. He lowered his balls onto my face and I caught his head in between my legs. We squeezed each other tight and both started to get hard as we rubbed out crotches in each other’s face.

Finally Hiroki broke the hold and swung around to face me. I must have been distracted at this point because somehow Hiroki got me in one of his killer headlocks and squeezed so hard I thought he was going to rip my head off. I was in trouble. I could see Jitender watching me struggle as my smaller opponent took control. “Give up?” Jitender asked. I held out for a minute longer, but Hiroki was too strong. He had me and I had to admit defeat. I slapped the mat furiously with my left hand and Hiroki let go. I could breathe again. It felt great.

But a second later I looked up to see Hiroki’s hairy dick hanging down above my head. He grabbed me by the hair and drove his cock into my mouth. I swallowed it and began to suck. Hiroki thrust harder, fucking my face and suddenly pulled out. He shoved my head down to the mat and exploded in a shower of warm milky cum. It sprinkled all over my face and dripped down my nose and my cheeks like a hot salty rainstorm. Hiroki let out a long deep groan and slowly stood up. He pressed his bare foot against my face and rubbed his cum over my face. His balls dangled over me as Jitender raised his arm in victory.

I grabbed a handful of the champ’s spunk and started to jerk off. What an incredible sight: a 160lb. Japanese guy demolishing two big men like us and leaving us humiliated and soaked with cum. I shot my wad as Hiroki looked down at me and smiled. He grabbed my semen soaked hand and lifted me up. Then gave me a sticky pat on the back as we all piled into the shower.

Sweat Wrestling: My Initiation to a Korean Wrestling Team

Sweat and testosterone, wrestling in a Korean sauna

I was doing my junior year abroad at the Seoul University. I’m not Korean, but I grew up near Koreatown in LA and ended up learning the language because so many of my friends spoke it.

I had been wrestling since I was a freshman in high school, and didn’t want to give it up while I was overseas, so one of the first things I did after enrolling was join the wrestling club. The first day I walked into the gym I couldn’t believe how buff all the guys on the team were. All Korean men have to join the military for 2 years before college, so that really whips them into shape. And the wrestling team at the university was one of the best in the country. A lot of these guys are Olympic athletes.

I went to the locker room to change up. As I peeled off my underwear, a big husky dude walked up to me — probably in my weight class i figured since I was around 96kg now. He stood there in front of me for a few seconds not knowing what to make of this naked white guy. Finally I said hi in Korean and asked him his name. He was relieved that I spoke Korean and told me his name was Jin. His face lit up when I said I was joining the team.

“We can be training partners!” he said. I nodded excitedly and he walked over to his locker to fish out his jockstrap and singlet. The straps of his jock cupped his big smooth ass and you could see the outlines as he puled his tight singlet over it.

I suited up and walked out onto the mats. Our coach started yelling instructions and we did a pretty intense warmup. One of the exercises I had to grab Jin around his big waist, pick him up off the mat and heave him upside down. The one of us would bear hug the other and swing him from side to side. We were covered in each other’s sweat before we even started wrestling.

Finally we started some live goes — no time limit. We wrestled until one of us pinned the other. Jin sprang at me and took me down. I squirmed onto my belly as he climbed on my back, driving his slick arm under my wet, hairy armpit and clamping his hand at the bottom of my head. He tried to turn me, but i flattened out and after a while he gave up on that tactic and tried to spin around to face me.

As i felt his warm heavy body move off my back, i hunched back on my knees and we locked up in a kneeling position. I pressed my slippery forehead into his and we looked into each other’s eyes as we panted for breath.

We got to our feet, still grabbing hold of each other and i shot for a takedown. Jin tried to sprawl but I guided my hands up toward the straps of his jock and made him almost sit in my hands. That gave me a hold to lift him off his face and drive him onto his back. He was in trouble and he knew it. I noticed that some of the other wrestlers had taken a break to watch this foreigner take down their big boy. Jin tried to bridge, but i clamped onto him. The faint smell of body odor and deodorant drifted up from his armpit as he struggled to push me off him. “Ahhhh…. chhhh,” he groaned — saliva spraying from his mouth and onto my face — as he tapped his testosterone reserves one last time. It was no use. He gave up and collapsed. I bore down hard, pressing his big shoulders into the mat. I knew I had him. The big dude was mine. As I looked down at my helpless giant, Jin squinted. Sweat was pouring off my face right into his eyes. Finally I released my hold and let him go as the other wrestlers stood around us in a circle clapping. I got up and looked down at my big defeated opponent. I had proved myself today and they all seemed to respect me.

We all piled into the lockerroom as practice finished up. There was one big shower room with heads going around the wall and we all crowded in. Koreans are very casual about nudity. They were soaping each other up and brushing up against each other, their wet sudsy cocks wagging.

Suddenly it was decided that we all go to a public bath. These are very common in Korea and sually very nice. You go in totally naked – not towels or anything. Apparently there was one owned by the coach that was exclusively for wrestlers. They said there was even a wrestling mat in one of the saunas for high stakes matches. I wasn’t sure what that was, but Jin looked and me and nodded. I think he wanted revenge.

So we all dried off and walked a couple blocks to this nondescript building with no signage. We too the elevator to the 12th floor and there was an old guy at the desk who seemed to know everyone as we walked in.

We went to the lockerroom and stripped naked and began the process of scrubbing each other down before we set foot in any of the pools of hot mineral water.

I sat down on a little stool and turned on the water when this guy I hadn’t even met yet pulled up another little stool and started washing my back. “Later we can wrestle some more, but a different kind of wrestling – more dangerous,” he said. I started feeling a little bit scared, but lost all my inhibitions when he had me get up and lean over so he could clean my anus with the sponge. After that he ran his soapy hands up my thighs and scrubbed on either side of my balls, momentarily slipping his index finger up my anus again to make sure that was squeaky clean.

He rinsed me off and took his place in front of a water tap. It was my turn to wash him, I guessed. So I took the sponge and ran it down his smooth chiseled abs, stopping at his crop of thick black pubes. The soap side drizzled down his cock and i found myself leaning into him, resting my chin on his forehead and brushing his cauliflowered ear with my nose.

I slid the sponge down more, rubbing his penis and making him hard. I rubbed the soap into his pubic hair, making a thick lather to lubricate my finger as i slid it up his asshole. I had one hand on his cock and one up his ass and he sounded like he was about to burst.

Suddenly his whole body seized up and cum flooded out of his cock and onto the show wall. Without acknowledging that anything had happened he took the shower head and rinse off the semen off his penis.

Now we were ready to joint the other wrestlers who were soaking in the hot mineral water. By new buddy and I were both flaccid now and our cocks flopped around as we made our way over. After a few minutes of soaking everyone started moving to another room. Jin signaled for me to join. He led me into this big cave-like room with a wrestling mat in the middle. It was hot. This was a dry sauna and we were all sweating already. Two of the lighter weight wrestlers rant to the center of the mat and faced each other in a square stance.

Suddenly they sprang into action. One of them managed to get a headlock on the other and threw him to the mat. His dick slapped against his leg as he hit the mat and tried to turn to avoid getting pinned. They were both so sweaty that neither could get a good hold. And the mat was so wet they were just sliding around. It was like oil wrestling, but really it was sweat wrestling.

The naked wrestlers slid over to the side of the mat where i was sitting just as one of them sunk a nice cradle onto his opponent. All I could see was this guys big hairy balls and his thigh hole as he tried desperately to kick free. Too late, one of the other guys slapped a puddle of sweat on the mat and declared the match finished. The beaten wrestler looked pretty devastated. I figured that maybe he had gotten groped pretty hard in the action, but that wasn’t it.

He kneeled down in the referee’s position and the winner came up behind him with a rock hard erection. Two other guys came up and slipped a condom onto his rod and instead of squirting on some lube, the ran their fingers through his har and rubbed his sweat over his cock. Then the bent down and helped spread the defeated wrestler’s ass cheeks as the winner plunged into him.

“Ahhhhhh!!” he cried as the champion rode him.

Shut up he ordered as he grabbed the back of his head and rubbed it in the mat. The beaten man’s cries turned into quiet moans the champ pumped harder. We all looked on in silence. ALl you could hear was the rythmic slap of champions pelvis into the defeated man’s ass. The champ withdrew suddenly, peeled off the condom and turned his fallen prey over to his back. To humiliate him even more he sat on his chest and spewed right in the guy’s face.

He got up put one foot on his opponents belly as another wrestler held his hand up in victory. The beaten man slunk over to a corner. He wasn’t even allowed to go wash off the cum. He had to sit there till we were through with the champion’s semen on his face.

I looked up and Jin was standing in front of me. It was time.

We locked up and pushed each other around for a while, trying to secure some kind of hold. I managed to slip both my arms under his armpits, but my hands were so sweaty i couldn’t lock them behind him. I tried to get down more, rubbing my face all over his sweaty chest, but that didn’t work either. We broke apart and Jin went in for a single leg takedown. He straddled my leg, and i could feel his cock pressing against my knee. His wiry pubes were wet and soft, sticking against my leg. The mat was so slick that i lost my balance and fell. Jin came down on me with his full weight. I could barely breathe and the heat was making it worse. I wanted to give up, but Jin was pretty well hung and I knew that cock would hurt going in.

We slid around on the mat for a while all of the sudden, Jin somehow got some leverage and flipped me onto my back. But he wasn’t facing me. I looked up to see his big smooth brown ass covering my face. I didn’t even know if I was pinned, but boy did I have a face full of him. I was groaning and gasping for air at the same time. Jin had his head on my belly and pulled up a little big so his big hairy balls spilled over my mouth. I felt him press my shoulders into the mat and then he sat up, sitting directly on my face.

He beat me and he was enjoying it. He let up a little and moved forward as another wrestler drove my mouth into his anus. “Lick it loser!” Jin yelled. I stuck my tongue out and slipped it up his sweaty hole. I knew were were going to be wrestling buddies, but I didn’t realize we’d be this close. Jin moaned as my tongue darted in and out, his sphincter quivering a i blew cold air on it.

Then Jin got off me and ordered another wrestler to spladle me. This was humiliation. I got to my hands and knees so another sweaty naked wrestler could wrap himself around me and stretch my ass wide open.

It a painful hold to being with, but it was even worse when Jin plowed into me. He grunted with each thrust, but i stopped myself from screaming. I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

He pulled out of me, ripped off the condom and stood up, shoving his cock in my face. Then he grabbed my head and shoved it into his penis. I opened my mouth and swallowed it. Jin seemed to like this even more because it just took a minute or so of work to get him to the verge. Jin was groaning louder now and I was waiting for him to pull out and cream all over my face, but suddenly I felt a gush of warm salty liquid pouring into my mouth. I kept sucking, trying to swallow ever bit of Jin’s spunk. Finally he was done. He stood up and dragged me to my feet too. The ref raised his hand in victory and Jin made m kiss his bicep as he flexed.

We sat down next to each other on the side of the mat to watch some other guys battle. I kept getting a hard on, so Jin jerked me off on some other wrestler who had just got beat. My white cum coated his black spiky hair and he had to keep it there will we were done.

After it wrapped up, we all went back to the shower room. We had a lot of cleaning up to do.

“How often do you guys do this?” I asked Jin. Only on special occasions he said. “This was your initiation to the wrestling team.”