My Initiation to Turkish Oil Wrestling

I  was on my way to visit my college buddy Mehmet in his hometown of Izmir, Turkey. Mehmet and I wrestled in the same weight class in college – 197 lbs. So on my trip to Turkey, he wanted to show me how Turks wrestle. He warned me that it was a little more “intimate” than I was used to, but I’m an open-minded guy and I love to try new things, so I wanted to give it a shot.

When I got to Mehmet’s house, he rushed out and gave me a bear hug, lifting me off my feet for a few seconds as a big group of burly wrestlers gathered around me. Mehmet introduced me to them all, but I couldn’t really remember any of their names. It didn’t matter though, they were all just excited to show me how to wrestle Turkish-style.

We piled into the back of a truck and one of Mehmet’s uncles drove us to the wrestling stadium. There was going to be a huge wrestling tournament in a few days, but it hadn’t started yet, so this would just be an informal practice. But there were going to be a lot of wrestlers there because they were all getting ready for the big event.

When we arrived, I followed the other guys into a small room, which I guess was the locker room since everyone started stripping down as soon as we got in.

“So do you have something for me to wear?” I asked Mehmet.

“Yeah,” he replied. ” I have a spare kispet that you can use. It should fit since we are the same weight. But they are meant to be really tight so it’s gonna take some effort to get it on.”

He wasn’t kidding.

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I slid one leg after the other into the stiff leather kispet and pulled it up, but about half way up my thighs I got stuck. The other guys, who were mostly naked themselves at this point,  closed in around me, each taking a grip of the waist and pulling upward. I tucked my penis into the front pouch and felt the rear of the kispet slide over my ass.  I was relieved to see that I wasn’t the only one who needed some help suiting up. Across the room a few other wrestlers were struggling to get a big hairy guy into his kispet also.

After we had all put on our leather trousers, we headed out of the dressing room to oil up. Mehmet went to get a big jug that looked like an old-fashioned coffee pot full of olive oil. He began pouring it over my back as two other wrestlers rubbed it into my skin. Then he dumped a big splash onto my chest and I massaged it into my hairy pecs. Then came the bottom half. Mehmet went behind me and pulled the back of my kispet so there was a gap between the garment and my ass and he drizzled olive oil down my ass crack and over my butt cheeks. He worked his way around, oiling my waist and outer thighs until he came to the front. He pulled my kispet open and poured oil all over my penis. I rubbed it into my thick brown pubic hair and over my balls.

Mehmet handed me the jug and I repeated the drill on him, drizzling oil all over his body, and watching it drip down his treasure trail, getting lost in a dark forest of bush.

“I’m gonna give you a crash course on this and then you can take on one of the other guys. I think they all want to wrestle you,” Mehmet said.

“OK, the first thing you gotta know is that there’s no room for shyness in this sport. The only way you are going to be able to hold on to your opponent is the shove you arm down his kispet and use that as leverage. They’re going to expect you to hesitate grabbing them, but don’t. Half the time your forearm is going to be jammed up your opponent’s ass and your gonna have to shove your hands down his front to get a hold there too. His dick’s gonna be pressed against your knuckles, but just ignore that. There’s a bunch of stuff that is illegal, like grabbing your opponent’s balls, but that is common. If you get a chance to squeeze his privates without getting caught, do it. They’ll do the same to you. It’s a rough sport.”

I basically knew all that already, so I nodded my head and Mehmet and I locked up as best we could, but the oil meant that keeping a grip was impossible. I slid right off him and Mehment kicked one of my legs out from under me so I went down on all fours. He came down on top of me with a reverse body lock, but i pulled back and slid out from his arms. I put my weight back onto my heels and attempted to sit up, but Mehmet grabed hold of the front of my kispet and pulled down hard.

I felt his warm fingers sliding through my pubes as he worked his way deeper inside my pants. I felt slightly embarrassed, but remembered his pep talk and instead of pulling back, which was my natural inclination, I lunged forward to try to get a hold of the front of his kispet too. I felt my oily balls slide up his hairy forearm as I reached out and caught hold of his kispet. I pulled down on the wet leather and probed further, feeling my way around his balls to grab at his inner thigh.

By this time, Mehmet had pulled his arm around me so it was pressed against my left butt cheek. I could feel him going lower down my leg and then suddenly he burst upward, carrying me with him. He came to his feet. I tried to to grab hold of his leg, but i slipped off and he threw me down on the grass on my back. Mehmet pulled his arm from my kispet and slapped me on my chest, laughing. He squeezed my hand and helped me to my feet.

“So what do you think?” he asked, still chuckling.

“Well, I have to admit even though you warned me, that I was a little startled when you rammed your arm down my pants, but once I got over that, it was fun,” I said.

“OK, let’s get you set up with a real match now.”

We walked toward some of the other guys on the sidelines and they sprang up to greet us. They were all so eager to wrestle a foreigner. I was afraid I was going to have to go up against one of their best. But they seemed to defer to the most senior guy, Kadir. He was probably in his mid-50s and had obviously been wrestling a long time, judging from his cauliflowered ears and his muscular body. He was mostly bald but still had a little bit of tightly cropped hair on the sides.  His chest was carpeted by a thick layer of curly black hair that extended to his shoulders and his lower back.

Kadir held out his hand and I shook it, but he pulled me beside him and grabbed my other hand with his left hand and smiled as some of the others took pictures.

“They’ve never had a foreigner come here to wrestle,” Mehmet said.

“But I’ll warn you now, Kadir knows every dirty trick in the book and he might put your balls through the ringer.”

“But he seems so nice,” I joked.

Kadir and I went out to the field where several other pairs of wrestlers were already going at it.

We circled for a few seconds before locking up. Again, I started sliding off him, but instead of pulling away, Kadir brought me closer into kind of a bear hug. Our chests collided with a splat as oil and sweat dripped off of us. We pushed against each other. Kadir shoved me back a little and then took a swing at me with an open hand. I felt a hard smack on my ear as he grabbed the back of my head. I shoved him off and did the same to him, which made me smile.

The big man went for a take down, but i stepped back out of range. He was quick for his size and his age, though, and before I knew it he was in back of me with his arms wrapped around my waist. I let our a deep grunt as he squeezed my belly and threw me to the ground. I landed on my side and he pivoted around in back of me.

He plunged his big muscled arm down the back of my kispet. I was waiting for him to grab hold of my balls and squeeze, but that isn’t what happened. Instead, he worked his hand down between my legs and straddled my testicles with his index and middle fingers. he rubbed a little bit, which tickled, and then he started working his thumb into my anus, deeper and deeper until it was all the way in.

I almost forgot that we were still wrestling. It felt kind of good, but i really wanted to beat this guy. I attempted to turn things around, reaching over to grab his leg. His thumb popped out of my ass and he attempted to get me by the balls. But i was moving too quickly and my balls were too oily and sweaty.

I had maneuvered myself so I was now facing him. I wrapped my arms around Kadir’s barrel-like upper body and reached down his back to try to grab the back of his kispet. But Kadir took advantage of his position underneath me. He reached down the front of my kispet and grasped my cock in the palm of his hand. It was amazing that no one could see what was going in, but it just looked like he was trying to grab my leg. He rubbed my oiled penis until it was fully erect.

Meanwhile, I was able to get my hand down Kadir’s kispet enough to get hold of his anus with my fingers.

“Ooohhhh,” he groaned as I penetrated his ass.

But that just made him pump me faster. I couldn’t believe this. I was supposed to be in the middle of a wrestling match and I was about to blow my wad. There were about 20 other guys around me, but they were all focused on their own matches so weren’t paying attention to what we were doing. Kadir was rubbing his head against my belly as i rubbed my nipples against his wet, hairy back. He just about had me. I knew I was going to squirt any second.

“Awwwww, uggghhhh,” I cried as I felt three days worth of warm spunk gush out of my shaft.

As soon as I had ejaculated, Kadir flipped me to my back and pinned me. He pulled his had out of my pants and rubbed my warm semen all over my face.

The next thing i knew, Kadir was stand over me with his arms over his head in victory. I felt cool drops of sweat drip from his chest hair onto my belly as I laid on the ground, soaking wet with sweat, oil and cum.

Kadir offered me his hand and pulled me up. I was spent and beaten. We went over to the sidelines and sat down. I noticed that a lot of the wrestlers were resting their heads on their buddies’ bellies or legs and others embraced each other. No one thought anythng of it. So I followed their lead, plunking my sweaty head down on Kadir’s belly. He wrapped his arm around me as another wrestler scooted in between my legs. I draped my arms around his chest and we spent the next hour or so watching the other guys wrestle.