One of the perks of being on my college wrestling team is a free trip every year to a national training center in another country. This year we went to Norway. The facility was located out in the country in a beautiful spot near a lake. The training center was exclusively for the men’s freestyle and greco teams so the whole place was basically male only.
Each American wrestler was assigned a Norwegian roommate in the same weight class, so we would be wrestling partners as well as roommates. I was paired up with Magnus, a 96 kg stud with short blond hair, blue eyes and rock hard pecs. I knew Scandanavians were pretty casual about nudity but this seemed especially true for athletes and probably even more so since this was a men only facility. Every morning an alarm would sound throughout the dorm rooms at 6 am, at which time we would get out of bed and march naked to the weigh-in area and line up according to weight class. I always wondered about the guys who were conducting the weigh-ins. Every morning they would just sit in a chair in front of the scale watching dick after dick get on and off. They could probably remember our penises more than our faces. After weigh-ins we went to the lockerroom for the shower, shit and shave ritual and then had breakfast before hitting the mats.
Before each training session we were given clean singlets, jockstraps and socks. All the Americans were given blue singlets to train in, while the Norwegians wore red.A lot of the Americans had brought headgear with us, but the Norwegians just laughed at that. They all had cauliflowered ears and were proud of them. It actually became a goal of theirs to send every American back with at least one ear all mangled.
One of the games we’d play in the mornings was king of the mat, but with teams. Usually it was the Americans against the local guys. One team would always peel off the straps on their singlets to make it like shirts vs. skins. We’d line up facing each other on our knees and when the whistle blew we would grab whichever guy was closest and try to pin him. It quickly became a bit tangled mass of testosterone. There’d be one guy getting you in a headlock while you were catching the ankle of another guy and then a couple more would pile on top. One time this guy was on my back and shoved me head down, but instead of ramming me into the mat, he pushed me face first into crotch of one of my American teammates, a 120kg wrestler who had a cock as thick as a coke can. He actually never noticed i was down there because he was getting a face full of this Norwegian guy’s ass, who was crouching right over his head.
In the afternoons we’d wrestle some live matches, which meant a couple of hours of me and Magnus going at it. He was a really nice guy off the mat, but once he stepped onto a wrestling mat, he was out for blood. He hated to lose and whenever I would pin him, he would pound the mat with his fist and scream. Then he’d get up and come back at me like he was trying to rip my head off. We’d always finish up practice with black eyes and bruises, but that just made us respect each other more and we were getting to be good buddies.
One night, just before lights out, I had gotten some ice in a big plastic bucket to keep the swelling down on one of my black eyes. A lot of it had melted and it was just sitting on my bed. Magnus came into the room from the showers and slammed the door, which startled me and the whole bucket spilled onto my mattress.
“Shit!”
“Oh, sorry dude,” Magnus said. “Did it soak through to the mattress?”
“Yeah, and it’s freezing. And they’re gonna cut the lights in about 5 minutes,” I said, frantically trying to mop up the spill.
“It’s okay, you can just share my bed.”
“It’ll be pretty cozy. It’s a single bed and we’re big guys. You sure you don’t mind?” I asked.
“No. It’s kind of cold tonight, so we can keep each other warm,” he said.
Magnus dropped his towel into the clothes basked and walked over to the bed. He bent over to check the alarm clock on the night stand and I couldn’t help admiring his smooth, solid ass and his big drooping balls that swayed slightly between his legs. He crawled into bed and got over to the side. I stripped off my underwear and jumped in too, sliding in on my side to face him. The bed was so small that it was impossible not to press up against each other. We wrapped our thick muscled arms around each other just as the lights went out.
“I feel like I should be trying to pin you,” Magnus whispered.
“I’ll let you this time,” I whispered back, and rolled onto my back, pulling him on top of me.
Magnus pressed his lips against mine as our cocks stiffened. His tongue entered my mouth as he rubbed his penis against mine. He sat upright and shoved his knees into m armpits and then lowered his shaft into my mouth. It was so long and hard, I swallowed as much as I could as he pumped over and over until a rush of warm salty spunk shot into my mouth.
He waited a couple of minutes and then started to move his mouth toward my pelvis, but I pulled him back up. “Save that for tomorrow morning, I want to keep this hardon all night long.”
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