Wrestling in Japan – Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I had been in Osaka for about a year and was taking some submission wrestling classes at a nearby gym. I had done a little wrestling in high school, but submission style was a little different. At first it was hard to feel comfortable with my back on the mat – the thing you are supposed to avoid at all costs in high school wrestling.

My usual sparring partner was Yoshi, one of the few English speakers in the class. Yoshi was about my height, 5’ 10”, but was a little heavier because he was solid muscle. He had short black hair, dark eyes and a square jaw. His ears were cauliflowered from years of grappling and wrestling with no headgear, which is common in Japan.

One night, Yoshi and I had been going at it for a while when I let my high school wrestling instincts take over and positioned myself with my belly on the mat. Yoshi went in for the kill. Straddling me from behind, he slid his right arm under my chin and drove his left underneath my sweaty armpit. I tried to slide my hand up between his forearm and my neck to block him, but he had it sunk in too tight. He constricted and shoved his wet spiky hair into my cheek as his warm breath lapped my ear. He grunted slightly as I gurgled and gasped for breath. I could feel myself starting to pass out as I slapped the mat frantically and admitted defeat.

Suddenly I could breathe again. Yoshi rolled off me, did a backward somersault and squatted on the mat. I was completely exhausted – out of breath and a little light-headed. I needed a few seconds to recover as I lifted my head out of the puddle of sweat and saliva that had formed on the mat. I turned onto my side to face Yoshi. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower – soaking wet and a little red. A droplet of sweat beaded up on his left nipple and fell to the mat like a raindrop. His white, square-cut fight shorts were almost transparent, giving away the clear outline of his jockstrap with its ribbed pouch and thick waistband.

Summoning all the strength I could manage, I sat up. “Good match, buddy. You’re a stud,” I said. Yoshi smiled slightly and snorted. I’m not sure he knew what I meant by “stud” but he seemed to take it as a compliment. “I think I’m done for the night.” I added.

“Yeah, me too,” he said as he stood up and started pacing around with his hands on his hips.

Yoshi leaned down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up to my feet. He gave me a friendly pat on the back as I jokingly raised his hand above his head to show that he had won, and we headed off toward the lockerroom.

One thing that always struck me about the Japanese is how casual they are about nudity. Public hot spring baths are very popular and people seem to be very comfortable being naked. The gym lockerroom was basically one big split-level room. One side had lockers and a bench and the other side had half a dozen shower heads on the wall.

Yoshi opened his locker, sat down on the bench and unlaced his purple wrestling shoes. He took off his socks and placed them in his locker. Then he stood up and peeled off his sweat-soaked shorts, folding them neatly. As Yoshi bent down to place his shorts on the bench, I noticed how hairy his legs and his butt were. His jockstrap was still cradling his balls, and with as his ass cheeks spread wide open, his anus came into view.

I was enjoying it too much and was worried I would start to get an erection, so I turned around and tried to think of something that would cool me down. It seemed to be working, so I felt confident enough to strip off my own shorts and underwear. Just then Yoshi turned toward me and asked me if I would be interested in competing in a freestyle wrestling tournament in Tokyo next month. I pivoted to face him and saw that he had pulled off his jock so he was completely naked.

“It’s an open tournament for older guys. Most of them just wrestle as a hobby – for exercise, so don’t worry if you are out of practice,” he said.

“A few other guys will come along to represent the gym. We even have some team singlets. It’s just for a weekend. We’ll go Friday night and come back Sunday night.”

It was a persuasive argument. Especially because it would mean sharing a room with Yoshi, whose thick, hairy cock was pointed right at me.

“Umm… OK, sounds good. So who else is coming?”

“The big guy, Takahiro – he’s 120 kg — and the Russian guy, Vasily, he’s 96kg. I guess you and I will wrestle at the same weight class. Maybe we will have to wrestle each other!”

As he chuckled, his penis bounced up and down a little and mine started to stiffen. I started to scratch my balls a little so my arm would hide my dick more and I walked toward the showers. Yoshi followed, telling me that the hotel we would stay at in Tokyo would be Japanese style – just a room full of tatami mats with shared bathroom and bathing facilities. “There will be a lot of other wrestlers staying there too. It’ll be nice because after wrestling all day we can all soak in the hot spring bath and meet some of the other guys.”

It sounded good to me.

As we turned on the showers I reached for the soap dispenser and realized mine was empty. I was going to just switch to another shower, but Yoshi told me to use his dispenser.

I stepped over into his shower area and pumped the soap out into my hand. Yoshi was massaging shampoo into his hair and the foam was streaming down his face onto his chest and dripping off his cock. As I gathered the soap in the palm of my hand my right ass cheek slid against his dick. Instantly, I felt more pressure on my ass as his penis sprang to life. I rocked back and forth as his slippery rod became fully erect.

Suddenly I worried that someone would come in and see what was going on. The whole lockerroom was open and there were two other guys in the gym. Just then, I heard a deep grunt, a loud groan and a massive thud, which could only be the sound of one man slamming another into the mat. They must be going at it pretty hard, it thought, so I figured that we could do the same in the shower.

I took my handful of soap and rubbed it under Yoshi’s cock, working up a thick lather as he jutted his hips in and out. I took another handful and moved behind him, working my soapy hand between his legs and under his balls, then moved higher between his ass cheeks and into his anus. Yoshi didn’t let me get too far into his asshole, though. Instead he turned around, placed his hand at the base of my head and pushed. He wanted me on my knees, so I went down till his cock was right in my face. The lather had been rinsed off so there was just water streaming through his black bush and around his stiff penis.

I opened my mouth and swallowed his shaft, prompting a groan from Yoshi that was nearly as loud as the groans coming from the wrestlers outside the lockerroom. I cupped his dick in my tongue and pushed my nose into his wet pubes. Finding some soapy lather on his ass, I lubricated my hand and started pumping my own cock. I knew I couldn’t hold it in too much longer, since I was living out a fantasy, so I sucked deep and hard so Yoshi would cum when I did. But he closer to losing it than I had thought and just then he let out a powerful grunt as a rush of warm, salty liquid filled my mouth. That pushed me over the edge and squirted out semen all over Yoshi’s feet.

With that, reality came rushing back. I jumped to my feet, grabbed some soap from the dispenser and moved back under my own shower head. We both finished showering in silence, turned off the water and walked back to the lockers.

As we toweled off and put on clean clothes, Yoshi started talking about wrestling again.

“So Tuesday night, you want to practice some freestyle with the other guys,” he asked, as if nothing had just happened.

“Sure, what time?” I replied, also as if nothing had just happened.

“8 o’clock?”

“Sounds good. I think I need all the practice I am going to get if I am gonna wrestle in an actual tournament.”

Then we gathered up our gym bags and walked back out into the matroom.

The two guys we had heard in the showers were done wrestling and were sitting on the mat stretching.

As we walked outside, Yoshi told me he had fun working out with me.

“Yeah, me too,” I said. “I’m looking forward to the wrestling tournament.”

“Yeah,” Yoshi replied. And with a slight smile, he added: “I think you’ll like the other guys, too.”