I knew we were getting close to the gym where the tournament was being held when I saw several packs of beefy guys wearing sweatpants carrying duffle bags packed with gear. They all had cauliflowered ears, which is common in Japan because wrestlers don’t usually wear headgear.
We entered the building and climbed several flights of stairs. You could hear the thumps of guys getting slammed into mats as they warmed up.
They gym itself had two mats laid out. It wasn’t really set up for spectators, so it looked like anyone who wanted to watch had to find some space matside.
Yoshi led the way toward the lockerroom so we could weigh in and strap on our singlets.
As we opened the door, I was a little surprised to see hundreds of guys lined up naked waiting to weigh in. It was a pretty small room so some of the wrestlers were nearly pressed up against the other men, their hairy cocks gently brushing against their soon-to-be opponents’ round muscled asses.
Yoshi, Takahiro, Vasily and I found a little bit of space against a wall, set down our bags and began to strip down. It felt a little weird since this was such a big open room – like taking off your clothes in public almost – and the door to the room kept opening as more guys filtered in – but it was an all-male crowd, so it didn’t matter.
We all pulled off our underwear and pushed our way through the sea of naked wrestlers to get weighed in. There were a lot more foreigners than I expected. Vasily saw a few Russian guys he knew and there were a bunch of Americans – former high school and college wrestlers who were either studying Japanese or teaching English. There were also some Brazilians – bjj players who wrestled to perfect their takedowns. And then there were some West Africans – mostly in Japan to learn martial arts. Somehow it didn’t even feel awkward to be chatting and introducing ourselves to these guys as we stood with our big dicks hanging out.
Takahiro was ahead of us all. He stepped onto the scale with the tip of his penis about an inch away from the official’s face. I guess the weigh-in guy was used to looking at bushy cocks all day. The official just noted his weight and checked him off the list.
Takahiro stepped off the scale and was walking back toward me when suddenly another wrestler grabbed him around the waist and lifted him off his feet. Takahiro’s cock bounced up and down as the other guy’s shaft pressed into his solid ass. He tilted his head back and saw it was an old high school buddy of his. The two men laughed as Takahiro spun around to face him. Their dicks were brushing against each other’s legs. But they had been wrestling partners in school, so they were intimately familiar with each other’s bodies and felt totally comfortable. As they stood there chatting, naked, I noticed Yoshi had also run into someone he knew, but it didn’t look like they were enjoying each other’s company too much. They were like two fighters trying to intimidate each other before the match. Their noses were nearly touching as they stared into each other’s dark brown eyes. From the side, you could just about see light between their thick muscled bodies, but their dicks hung side by side and their black pubes were tangled together making it look like they share one thick bush. Takahiro saw what was going on and rushed over to Yoshi, throwing his arm across his chest and pulling him away. Yoshi resisted, but eventually turned around as Takahiro put his arm around his back and guided him back to the wall where our gear was.
The weigh-ins were wrapping up, so we all started suiting up. My jockstrap fell on the floor and got covered in pubic hair, but I figured that was inevitable with so many naked guys walking around and peeling off their clothes. Yoshi got up from lacing up his wrestling shoes and I could see several black wiry hairs clinging to his singlet. I gave him a slap on the ass for encouragement while trying to brush them away.
We made our way out into the gym, eager to get on the mat and kick some ass. Vasily was the first of our group to wrestle. We took our positions in his corner as he warmed up. His opponent was from the police department team. He was pretty well-built, but I thought Vasily could take him. The referee called them to the center of the mat to shake hands and then the whistle blew. Vasily quickly went in for a takedown, but his opponent sprawled and managed to pivot around to gain control. Yoshi was trying to coach Vasily as his opponent shoved his face into the mat. The ref blew his whistle and sent the wrestlers back to their corners. Vasily staggered off the mat looking sweaty and kind of beat up. Yoshi toweled him off as Takahiro and I each massaged one of his hairy legs. As the two locked up on the mat, Vasily suddenly got a good headlock and just threw the Japanese wrestler. The guy was stunned and let out a scream as he landed on his back. Vasily growled as he tightened his hold. He had him pinned. The ref slapped the mat as the Russian jumped to his feet and pumped his fist in the air as his beaten rival was left lying on the mat, defeated.
Next it was my turn. I peeled off my sweats and started psyching myself up. I looked across the mat to check out my opponent. He was a Japanese guy – a little younger than me and shorter, but he looked strong. But what most intimidated me about him was the size of the bulge in his old college wrestling singlet, which was obviously a little tight as he kept grabbing himself and pulling the lycra skin away from the head of his cock.
We came to the center of the mat and shook hands. The ref blew his whistle and we started to circle each other – locking up, pressing our heads together and then pushing each other away as we searched for an opening. He lunged at me in a fairly clumsy double-leg takedown attempt, but I sprang back so far that he missed it completely. I grabbed him in a front headlock and while he was still off balance, twisted him onto his back.
“Aaaggghhhh,” he screamed as I dragged my chest across his face and put my full weight on top of him. He flailed around trying to turn to his belly, but it was hopeless. The ref called the pin and I rolled off my opponent, came to my knees and flexed my muscles over him. I offered the guy my hand to help him up and he smiled a bit and gave me a pat on the back. His cock looked a little bit smaller as the ref raised my arm in victory, though.
Yoshi and Takahiro were scheduled to wrestle at the same time on different mats, so Vasily went to coach Takahiro as I stuck with my buddy Yoshi. The guy Yoshi was up against was the guy he had the staredown with in the lockerroom. He was a beast, so I was a little worried for Yoshi. It was like they were wrestling greco – they kept going for deep body locks so they could execute some spectacular throw. Both of them wanted not just to win, but to win decisively and humiliate the other guy. Yoshi’s opponent took him down and trying to make things uncomfortable by driving his index finger right up Yoshi’s ass as he groped for leverage. Yoshi cringed as his rectum took a beating, but the referee called them for stalling and brought them to their feet. As the whistle blew, Yoshi shot a perfect takedown and managed to get on his opponent’s back. I figured they would fight it out there for a while, but within half a second he had pivoted to his opponent’s side, latched on to his left arm and was putting him on his back. As he drove around, he planted his knees on either side of the guy’s head and then just lowered his hips down, shoving his balls right into his opponent’s face. The other guy was struggling to get out and began to let out a loud grunt, but that was instantly muffled as Yoshi’s junk pressed into his mouth. As the ref slapped the mat to declare Yoshi the winner, I heard some cheering coming from the opposite mat where Takahiro had his opponent’s shoulders pinned into the mat – his ass in the air as his legs twitched helplessly.
As the wrestling winded down and the awards were given out, we went back to the lockerroom to shower up. We all left our sweaty clothes in a pile and enjoyed a steamy shower together. What I didn’t know was that there was a door adjacent to the showers that actually led to a hot spring bath. So after washing up and rinsing off the soap, we opened the door and climbed naked up the stairs. There were actually several baths and they took up an entire floor. All the wrestlers from the tournament had come up there so it was pretty crowded. I noticed the guy I had beaten sitting on the edge of one of the baths and went over to say hello. His dick was like a coke can – very thick and he had big drooping balls. He grabbed my hand as I approached and I sat down next to him so close our wet bodies pressed against each other. He put his arm over my shoulder and told me that I was a very tough wrestler. I said he was too, but he said he had been very clumsy in our match and that we should try to wrestle again.
As we chatted, I noticed the guy Yoshi beat enter the room. He was accompanied by the two wrestlers who had been in his corner during the match. All three men were wet and naked as they surveyed the room full of bathing men. Yoshi noticed his rival and stood up in the bath. Water streamed off his penis as he made his way toward them. They all disappeared to a side room I hadn’t noticed before. I followed them with my new buddy close behind.
Yoshi’s beaten rival kneeled down in front of him as Yoshi shoved his still flaccid cock into his face. The two other men stood on either side, watching as the defeated wrestler stroked Yoshi till he was hard and then swallowed his dick, bobbing his head as Yoshi groaned with pleasure.
I looked at my friend and before I could ask what was going on, he explained that the loser of a championship match must give the winner anything he wants. And since pride was the most important thing for both of them, Yoshi had to take that from his fallen rival and humiliate him in front of his teammates.
After a long while of sucking, Yoshi withdrew his cock from his opponent’s mouth and told him to get in position. The big stud turned around and got down on all fours, with his ass cheeks spread toward Yoshi and his balls dangling between his muscular legs. The other two guys disappeared for a few seconds and returned with condoms and lube. One of them prepped the wrestler’s asshole, rubbing the lube around his hairy anus and then deep into his rectum. The other guy tore open the condom pack with his teeth, pulled it out and slipped it onto to Yoshi’s hardened dick.
Yoshi kneeled down and plunged his prick into the other wrestler, who let out a cry of pain as Yoshi grinned and began pumping his hips faster and faster. He leaned in further and grabbed his opponent by the hair, pulling his head back and asking him if he liked it. His teammates looked at the ground, while me and my buddy stood mesmerized.
Suddenly, Yoshi pulled his cock out of his opponent’s ass and told him to roll over on his back. Yoshi peeled off the dirty condom and flung it on the ground. He straddled the guy’s head and began jerking off, rubbing his balls in his face and dragging his wet sweaty ass across his nose and mouth. As he rubbed his cock more furiously he positioned himself back on his opponent’s chest and grabbed the head of his defeated rival. The guy’s face was squarely in front of Yoshi’s cock as he erupted, squirting warm semen everywhere. Yoshi sat back and looked down at the other wrestler lying there, humiliated, with his face covered in cum. Yoshi got up from the guy, who cringed and rolled over onto his side. His two teammates came over with a hand towel and tried to wipe some of the cum from his eyes.
As those guys took off, my friend turned to me. “You beat me today, so you can make me do whatever you want too, you know.”
I hadn’t realized it, but watching Yoshi have his way with that guy gave me a massive hard-on. So I put my hand on his head and pressed down. He sunk to his knees and put his face in my cock, rubbing his nose through my wet pubes as running his tongue around my balls. He tightened his lips around the head of my dick and pushed forward, swallowing my cock in a warm, wet tunnel. As he sucked and licked I felt myself close to cumming. I shoved my hands underneath his armpits and pulled him up so we were face to face. He came nearer and we pressed our lips against each other, shoving our tongues into each other’s mouths. He smelled like a mixture of sweat and soap and as we grappled with our mouths, our dicks pressed closer together. I spit into the palm of my hand and reached down to grab both our cocks, pumping my fist up and down until I let out a groan which he echoed and I could feel warm liquid gushing into my hand.
I gave him one more kiss and pulled away to go shower.
“See you next year for our rematch!” he said as we parted.
And I just winked at him as I turned my back and left the room.
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