On Tuesday night I got to the gym a little late. I was meeting Yoshi, Takahiro and Vasily for a freestyle practice session before the open tournament we were planning to attend in Tokyo the following week. As I walked through the door, I could see Yoshi and Takahiro on the mat drilling takedowns. They paused to greet me as I came in.
“Sorry I’m late, I got stuck at the office a little longer than I had planned.”
“It’s OK, we just got here a little while ago,” Yoshi replied. Vasily is in the lockerroom getting changed.
“OK, I’ll go get changed, too – be right back.”
The lockerroom was warm and humid as there was nothing to block the steam from the showers coming into the rest of the room. I started to perspire a little as I placed my bag down on the bench. Vasily was standing naked in front of a locker with his back turned to me. He was older than the rest of us – late 40’s I guess, but he was in great shape. His chiseled pecs were covered with a thick layer of fur. In fact, he was hairy all over except for the sizable bald spot on the top of his head.
As I unzipped my bag he spun around, making his gigantic dick swing back and forth like a pendulum on a grandfather clock. If he weren’t so well hung, his cock would be lost in the thick carpet of pubic hair surrounding it.
“So you’re going to Tokyo with us?” has asked.
“Yeah, I’m trying to get in shape, so I figure I should start working out and wrestling more. Have you done much freestyle? I thought you were mostly into sambo,” I said.
“That’s what I’m best at, but when I was younger I wrestled freestyle and I want to try it again.”
Vasily pulled a jockstrap from his locker and after a few seconds of trying to figure out where the leg holes were, stepped into it and pulled it up to his waist. Then he grabbed a worn-out red singlet that looked like it was from the Soviet days and slid it on, pulling the straps over his shoulders where they settled into the mound of hair covering his muscular frame.
“Still fits,” he said proudly. “I’ve had this since I was about 18 years old.”
We shared a chuckle as I peeled off my underwear and fished my own jock out of my bag. I slipped it on and pulled my white lycra square-cuts over it.
“I’m not going to bother putting on a shirt. It’ll just get soaked anyway,” I said as shoved my bag in the locker and closed the door.
We both sat on the bench and laced up our wrestling shoes, then made our way out to the mat room.
Yoshi and Takahiro were still drilling takedowns, but as we emerged from the lockerroom they stopped.
“As soon as you guys get stretched out and warmed up let’s try some live matches. You and Vasily can go at it and I’ll ref.”
“OK,” Vasily and I replied in unison.
I was looking forward to wrestling Vasily, but I was also a little worried that he was a lot better than me and would totally humiliate me. I didn’t mind if he beat me, but I didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of the other guys.
After about 15 minutes of stretching and doing sprints, Vasily and I signaled to the other guys that we were ready to start and walked to the center of the mat. Yoshi went to find a whistle and jogged back with one around his neck. Yoshi had on his white fight shorts and purple wrestling shoes again and as usual, he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Vasily and I shook hands and got in our stances. Yoshi leaned between us and blew a short tweet on the whistle.
As we went to lock up, Vasily grabbed the back of my head with his left hand as I grabbed hold of his furry forearm, our other hands interlacing as we pushed each other around the mat. As Vasily lunged toward me, I shot a single leg, but he sprawled, grabbed me around my waist, fell to his knees and flipped me over.
This wasn’t going to be easy. I could feel his head pressed into my ass, his nose jutting in to the top of my butt crack. I fought to keep him underneath me, but he slid his head out and tried to get on top of me. I pushed back and before I knew it we were crashing into Takahiro, who was sitting on the edge of the mat. Yoshi blew his whistle, and told us to get up and start from the neutral position at the center of the mat.
We let go of each other and scrambled to our feet. Vasily walked ahead of me, his jockstrap waistband fully visible in his low-cut singlet. We faced each other again, but this time we were both much sweatier. Thy gym lights glinted off the hair on Vasily’s shoulders, making his rugged frame look like a lawn covered with dew.
Yoshi blew the whistle again and we circled each other. We had decided to wrestle with no breaks until one man pinned the other. I desperately wanted to win so I could prove myself to the other guys. I wanted to show that I was just as tough as they were.
Vasily tried a duck under, but I kept the upper hand and as he went down to his knees on the mat, I kept my left arm welded to his shoulder, pulled out to his side and anchored my right hand deep in his anus. I was really controlling him now. Vasily let out a short gasp as he felt my index finger work up into his asshole. Yoshi had a subtle grin on his face. And I got a rush of adrenaline, feeling like I was taking charge of this big Russian stud. I moved my right arm around his waist, mounted him and broke him down so his belly was flat on the mat. I managed a gut wrench and turned him over once, but he was too tough and was able to counter my leverage with his strength. Yoshi blew the whistle and brought us up to our feet again.
We were both pretty winded by this point and I really wanted a break, but that wasn’t going to happen.
The whistle blew again and we tied up. Vasily mashed his sweaty head into my cheek and tried to get a narrow grip on the back of my neck. He pulled my forehead into his shoulder and worked his right arm underneath my left arm, to position for a throw. I knew what was coming as he suddenly pivoted and shoved his hips into me. I let out a grunt as he pulled me over him. But Vasily was tired too and didn’t quite execute the move as he intended. Rather than land on my back with him on top of me, I was able to roll on my belly and even though he was in control, riding me, he didn’t get the pin.
Yoshi again brought us up to our feet and we tied up again. I managed to slide my right arm behind Vasily’s head so I had enough of a grip to try a throw of my own. Before Vasily knew what was happening, I twisted around, dragged his head down and slammed him to the mat. I kept him in a tight headlock as he squirmed around trying desperately to break free. He shoved his left forearm into my face in an effort to break the hold. My mouth was open slightly as I was panting for breath and I felt his arm hair rubbing against my lips. With the taste of Vasily’s sweat in my mouth, I rocked further on top of him and drove his face deep into my armpit. He looked completely stunned. A second ago we were on our feet, facing each other as equals, and now, he was lying helpless on the mat, making a futile effort to bridge out of the predicament.
His knees were bent and his back arched, his big cock nearly bursting through his singlet as he shoved his hips toward the ceiling. Yoshi flung himself onto his belly and shoved his face into the fray. His chin was on the mat as he strained to see if Vasily’s shoulders were pinned. I looked down at Vasily’s bulging eyes. My wet pit hair clung to his nose as he let out an angry groan. I cranked his head even tighter and bore down, letting out a short, deep grunt as Yoshi’s hand slid around the sweat-soaked mat to see if there was any space under Vasily’s shoulder. Suddenly Yoshi slapped the mat and blew the whistle.
I let go of Vasily and pumped my hand in the air. I felt such a rush. I had totally dominated him. Vasily rolled to his stomach and clutched his head. He was shocked he had lost. I jumped to my feet, but Vasily laid on the mat for a few more seconds – trying to make sense of what just happened. Finally, Yoshi helped him up, brought him to the center of the mat and raised my arm in victory. I turned to Vasily and wrapped both arms around him.
“You got me,” he said.
“Great match. I think you’re a lot stronger than I am, actually,” I observed.
I was also reminded that Vasily was more well-hung than I was as I felt his massive penis shove into mine as we hugged. Turning away from him I started walking to the edge of the mat. Vasily still had his arm around my shoulder and slapped my chest.
“You’re pretty good,” he said. “I underestimated you.”
“I think I just got lucky,” I replied, patting his ass a couple times as we both laughed.
I grabbed a handtowel from the table by the wall and settled down on the side of the mat. Then I noticed Yoshi and Takahiro pacing around.
“You gonna ref our match?” Yoshi asked.
All I really wanted to do was collapse on the edge of the mat and go to sleep, but the prospect of a close-up view of Yoshi and Takahiro going at it was too tempting to pass up, so I tossed my towel aside.
“Yup, just let me get a drink of water, be right there.”
I filled a cup full of water and poured it down my throat, intentionally tilting it a little too far so the cold liquid streamed down my chin and onto my chest, delivering an immediate cooling sensation. I chucked the cup in the trash and looked over at the mat where Yoshi and Takahiro were warming up. Takahiro was a bit bigger than Yoshi and looked like he had been chiseled out of stone. He was wearing a dark blue singlet with the gym logo on the back and black wrestling shoes. Unlike Yoshi, who had a slightly hairy chest and a treasure trail leading down from his belly button to his pubes, Takahiro was smooth from the waist up, his nipples like dark buttons on his hard pecs. He had broad, thick shoulders and a powerful back, but he had a somewhat hunched over appearance, like he was always getting ready to wrestle. His ears were so cauliflowered I wondered how he could actually hear out of them. They were mangled and swollen with tiny pinholes leading to his eardrums.
Yoshi was tough, but I didn’t see any way he was going to beat this guy.
I walked to the center of the mat and Yoshi handed me the whistle, still wet with his saliva. I gave a sharp blow on it and the two Japanese studs crashed into each other. Takahiro grabbed Yoshi’s left arm and shoved it down as he drove his head straight into Yoshi’s bare chest. Yoshi leaned in and flexed his pecs, rubbing his left nipple into Takahiro’s eye. Takahiro pulled back and then burst forward low with a double-leg takedown, sending Yoshi onto his ass with his arms wrapped around his opponent. Takahiro spun around, tilting Yoshi’s back onto the mat and breaking his grasp. Suddenly Yoshi was completely vulnerable. Takahiro was controlling his legs and all he could do was try to sit up and post his arms in back of him. Noticing an opening Takahiro threw his left arm around Yoshi’s head while his right arm shot up underneath Yoshi’s left armpit.
Knowing that Takahiro was about to finish him off, Yoshi snarled and swore in Japanese. He tried to turn on his belly, but Takahiro had the upper hand and propelled his musclebound frame on top of poor Yoshi.
I dived onto the mat to get a closer look at the action. Yoshi’s chin was getting shoved deep into Takahiro’s warm, wet armpit as the headlock tightened. Yoshi could barely breathe, but he was still fighting, reaching out with his right arm to try to push Takahiro off him. He almost succeeded, as he accidentally elbowed Takahiro in the balls while he was squirming around. Takahiro let out a yelp, but wasn’t too distracted. He had Yoshi pinned and I slapped the mat and blew the whistle.
Takahiro sat up and leaned back, looking down at Yoshi who threw his arms back behind his head and scowled. Takahiro grabbed his hand and yanked up his beaten adversary and I raised his arm in victory.
The two wrestlers shook hands and bowed slightly. Takahiro peeled the straps of his singlet off his shoulders so they dangled at his sides. I draped an arm around each man’s shoulder and walked with them off the mat.
“Man, you guys stink. Let’s hit the showers,” I said.
The four of us made our way into the locker room and stripped off our damp, smelly gear. I stopped at the urinal to take a piss while the other guys lined up in a row, turned on the showers and began to lather up. As I joined them, Vasily was telling a story about some of the ways he and his buddies used to try to humiliate their opponents back in Russia.
“There was this one guy I used to wrestle a lot – a real prick – thought he was an Olympic gold medalist or something. This one time he came out no the mat and gave me this smirk when we shook hands – like he thought he was gonna kick my ass. But that just pissed me off and so I got him on his back and I knew I had him pinned, but I wanted to really rub it in. We were right at the edge of the mat and all his teammates were just a few inches a way yelling at him to get off his back. My legs were out to the side, but I spun around on his chest and spread my knees out on either side of his head, then I lowered myself down onto his face and gave him a nice faceful of balls to look at while I pinned him. Then as soon as the ref slapped the mat I sat up, turned toward his teammates and flexed – with my balls still hanging in the guy’s face. His whole team was so pissed off – they were screaming their heads off, but there was nothing illegal about it and I just gave them this shit-eating grin. It was great!”
“That’s awesome,” I said. “You should show me how to do that sometime.”
“I’ll show you right now. Rinse off and let’s go out to the mat,” Vasily suggested.
“I don’t want to put on my sweaty clothes again,” I said.
“Well, no one is out there, we don’t need to put on any clothes.”
He was right. We were the only ones at the gym and no one could see anything from street level. I agreed. So we toweled off and made out way out of the lockerroom.
Yoshi and Takahiro followed, wrapped their towels around their waists and sat at the edge of the mat and watched as Vasily and faced each other naked.
“OK, get down on all fours and I’ll turn you over,” Vasily ordered. I lowered myself on the mat, feeling a cooling sensation on my still-moist anus as I spread my ass cheeks apart. My balls swung to and fro as I shifted my weight. Vasily crouched down and grabbed my legs out from under me, twisting me over and onto my back. Before I had a chance to even focus I felt his hairy chest pressing into mine, his firm nipples grinding into me. I convulsed on the mat, hoping to turn myself over, but Vasily was already pivoting and the next thing I knew, his furry scrotum was draped over my face.
“Aaagghhh,” I groaned, as Vasily’s pubic hair bristled on my tongue as I opened my mouth. I could hear the other guys laughing as I strained to knock Vasily off my, my dick flopping around as I bucked my hips up and down. The big, hairy Russian drove his knees right into my shoulders, which sunk as far as they could into the mat. I heard someone slap the mat to call the pin – like that was even necessary. Vasily then slid his pelvis further down my face, His ballsack spread out over my chin allowing his testicles to drop down on either side. I thought I would get some relief, but quickly realized that he was now rubbing my nose into his anus. It was bad enough that he was doing it at all, but Yoshi and Takahiro were watching. Vasily was really getting his revenge for our practice match. I could smell the lingering scent of soap mixed with a musky odor as Vasily put more weight on my head.
“You like that?” he asked mockingly.
He was smothering me so much all I could get out was some muffled swear words.
Suddenly, Yoshi leaped up from the edge of the mat and rushed Vasily, knocking him off me. His towel fell from his muscled hips as he wrapped both his legs around Vasily’s right leg and reached over to grab the Russian’s left leg. Then I realized what Yoshi was about to do – he was slapping on a splade – a humiliating way to pin a guy. In a split second Yoshi had turned Vasily onto his back, spreading his legs wide apart. All you could see was Vasily’s head, poking out over his balls while his asshole pointed up at the lights.
Takahiro and I just sat there in awe of how well Yoshi executed the move. “Whoa! What a stud!” I said as Yoshi grinned back at us, firmly in control of the helpless Russian. Vasily could just about suck his own dick he was wrapped up so tight.
“You had enough?” Yoshi asked the big Russian bear.”
“Mmmpphhh …. Yeah, you win, let me out of this,” Vasily pleaded.
“I’ll let you out if you can touch your dick with your tongue,” Yoshi said as he squeezed his opponent tighter.
“I can’t. I can’t reach it!” Vasily yelled.
“You’ll be able to if you get a hard-on,” Takahiro offered, smiling.
Takahiro obviously had something in mind. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me over to the tangled pile of men on the mat. We knelt down in front of Vasily’s ass and Yoshi squeezed him more so his head was propped up and he could see us. Takahiro brought his lips to mine and we began kissing. Our mouths became a wrestling mat as our tongues grappled for the upper hand. As our dicks hardened we began to jerk each other off. I pulled my face away from Takahiro for a moment to look down at Vasily. He was getting turned on watching us go at it.
“Suck your dick!” Yoshi ordered, and the Russian tried to comply. He was hard enough so he could lick the tip of it, but he couldn’t go much further.
Takahiro and I were about ready to cum, so we positioned our cocks right above Vasily’s balls. Takahiro grabbed my head and shoved it into his left nipple. I sucked on it furiously and the Japanese muscle stud let out a grown as his hot, thick man milk gushed out, landing in big globs on Vasily’s hairy balls. The sight of Takahiro’s spunk dripping from his cock sent me over the edge and I blew my wad all over Vasily’s dick. Takahiro grabbed the Russian’s tool and pumped up and down till Vasily erupted – his cum flying right in his own face.
Seeing that, Yoshi let go of the spladle and tended to his own hard on. He straddled Vasily’s head and shot his load onto the Russian’s furry chest.
We all fell down on the mat, totally spent. But Vasily jumped up for a bit of revenge and tackled Yoshi, smearing semen all over him.
“Okay, Okay,” Yoshi said. Sorry I spladled you.
“No hard feelings,” Vasily replied.
“Okay, guys, I gotta get going, let’s wipe down the mat and hit the showers again.”
We’d learned some new moves that night, but I wasn’t sure if we could really use any of them at the freestyle tournament we were going to.
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