It was a Monday morning and I was feeling so comfortable and warm in bed, just trying to squeeze in a few more precious minutes of sleep. Then I felt a whack on my head and a deep, voice growled at me to wake up. I opened my eyes and saw Tony’s big, hairy balls dangling in front of my face. I slowly looked upward, past his thick cock and his tangled tuft of pubes, up over his treasure trail toward his graying fur-covered chest and hard pink nipples, up toward his piercing blue eyes.
“Get up, we’re getting company today,” he said.
I pulled myself up and followed Tony downstairs to the shower room. As we were basically living in a giant wrestling room, we didn’t have one individual shower, but a large open tiled room with 8 shower heads on the wall and shower gel dispensers next to each one.
As we lathered up, Tony explained to me that a contingent of Russian wrestler had been training at the local university, but with the lockdown because of the virus they needed to get out.
“So we’re gonna have about 20 guys quarantining here with us. They can sleep on the mats or some in the bed or wherever. There won’t be any privacy, but we’ll get a lot of wrestling in with some awesome talent,” he said. “I was told they all speak some English – some better than others, but we can make it work.”
Not like I had any say in the matter, but it sounded pretty exciting.
“It will be like a summer wrestling camp,” I said.
“Yeah, look at it that way,” Tony laughed.
We dried ourselves off, grabbed some boxer briefs out of what was now the communal underwear drawer, and each put on some shorts.
Just then two vans rumbled down the long dirt driveway up to the house. Tony flung open the door and a couple dozen Russian wrestlers poured in. They all thanked Tony over and over for letting them stay with us. I guess they didn’t have many options and none of them seemed to mind the cramped conditions.
Tony showed them around but you could tell all they cared about was getting on the mat.
“Well, get your gear on and let’s start wrestling boys,” Tony said to cheers and applause from our new Russian guests.
All the guys started to strip down, pulling off shirts, pants, underwear. Out came jockstraps and singlets and wrestling shoes got laced up. They already had partners according to their weight class, so I partnered up with Tony and we all started stretching, and warming up.
The mat was pretty crowded with all of us practicing, and we’d occasionally crash into each other, but it was no big deal. We were all having a great time. After a while, we started challenging each other. One of the Russians couldn’t wait to take on Tony.
They got into quite a scrap. Each of them was clearly trying to show off. The Russian got the best of Tony when they locked up and did an awesome chest-to-chest throw. He grunted so lour as he lifted Tony up that everyone stopped to watch.
They crashed to the mat with the big Russian dude fully in control. Tony was on his back bridging like his life depended on it. Both men were panting for breath and groaning. Tony struggled for several minutes and finally made his way onto his belly, only to get thrown again but his opponent. But this time the Russian was a little sloppy, allowing Tony to get on his side and wrap his thick thighs around the Russian body. Tony slipped his arm under his chin and pulled him back to the mat.
Even the other Russians were cheering Tony on at this point, watching their comrade flail almost helplessly. His face was contorted and sweat ran down his forehead onto Tony’s arm. The two kept fighting for several minutes, groaning, growling, until finally the Russian’s strength seemed to give out and Tony pressed his shoulders into the mat. There was no referee, so he looked up at the other guys and asked them to make the call.
“This a pin?”
“Yes! Pin! Pin!” they all shouted back as their teammate lay defeated underneath Tony.
Tony let the Russian go and looked down at him smiling. The Russian smiled back and Tony helped him to his feet.
“I’m Tony, by the way,” He said.
“Anatoly,” the Russian replied. “You are a good wrestler Tony!”
“You too, Anatoly,” Tony replied.
There were plenty of good matches over the course of the next few days. The wrestling was great. But some other problems came up.
We quickly realized that one washing machine for two dozen guys wasn’t working. We were wrestling all the time – there was nothing else to do – which meant a lot sweaty gear that needed washing every day. Not to mention drying. Also the electricity bill was going to be insane.
So something drastic needed to be done.
We decided we’d have 12 singlets every day that could be used and we’d just trade back and forth. Otherwise, there was no need to wear anything. After all, we were all men and the house was secluded with almost not windows. There was a gate at the end of the driveway which was locked now, so we were free to be naked all the time.
The first day of our new policy we all woke up early. Most everyone had been sleeping naked anyway, so that wasn’t a big change. I had given up my place in Tony’s bed to his new wrestling partner/nemesis Anatoly. Instead, I slept on the mats with the other guys. There was more room anyway and I was starting to bond with some of the Russians.
After breakfast, Tony took 12 singlets and threw them in a pile in the middle of the mats. The first guys on the mat snatched them up, strapped them on and started warming up. I decided to go in the next round so sat down on the edge of the mat with some of the other guys. I was surprised at how affectionate the Russians were. Instead of sitting far apart, the all shoved up against each other, some draping their arms around their buddies’ shoulders and others using their friends bellies, thighs or whatever as pillows.
My new friend Vasili sat down right beside me on my right, while a bunch of other guys piled in on my left. It was nice not feeling inhibitions. We all tugged at our dicks and rubbed our fingers through our pubic hair while draped over other wrestlers.
The two guys in front of us were about to start a live match. One of them, Alexei, was the brother of Vasili. They were from some place around the Black Sea I had never heard of. Both had short dark hair and chiseled, sinewy bodies covered in black body hair. Even their asses were quite hair, though rock hard. Alexei was squaring off against Victor. A blond, blue-eyed guy with broad shoulders and button-like nipples.
They locked up ferociously and Vasili started coaching his brother from the sidelines. Victor went in for a single leg takedown and took Alexei down to the mat. He tried for a few minutes to turn him, but Alexei resisted and the two eventually got up to their feet and again locked up. After a short while, Victor pivoted, wrapped his arm around Alexei’s head and brought him down to the mat. Alexei was in trouble. Victor squeezed his headlock tighter and Alexei bridged hard. His penis bulged from his singlet as he struggled. Vasili at this point crawled closed to the two, he was on all fours with his balls swinging between his legs and strands of hair protruding from his anus as he yelled instructions at his brother.
Victor was enjoying it all. He knew Alexei was finished. For him it was like a victory over both brothers. Alexei was running out of steam. He sweaty head rocked back and forth on the mat until finally his bridge collapsed and Victor clamped his hold on even tighter, smiling broadly as he forced Vasili to watch his brother being totally dominated.
When it was obvious Alexei was pinned, Vasili pounded the mat with both of his fists. It was like he had been beaten too. Alexei looked totally defeated, knowing he had let his brother down too. As the two got up with their feet, Victor demanded his singlet. Alexei stripped it off and handed it to his champion. Another wrestler sprung up to raise Victor’s hand as Alexei stared down at the mat, as sweat dripped down his belly, through his wiry bush and onto his long drooping cock.
Russians are very emotional wrestlers. Each match was dramatic, no matter how friendly. With all the intensity, it soon became obvious to us that we all needed a regular release.
So we decided that every night after wrestling, we would have a jerkoff session.
On one of the first nights, we had a contest. We divided into two groups and lined up facing each other on opposite sides of the mat. We’d all jerk off and then see who had the longest shooting range. Me and Tony would measure each guy’s cum puddle and the two with the longest range would be able to sleep in the bed tonight instead of the mat.
Tony and I stood on opposite sides. We wouldn’t start measuring until everyone had hot his load. But we figured it wouldn’t take that long with this bunch of testosterone-fueled studs.
Everyone got a handful of lube and started rubbing. It was an amazing sight. One after another the groans would start followed by gentle drops of warm semen onto the mat. Some guys exploded half way across the mat, while others just gushed onto their hands and dribbled down to the ground.
Every guy had cum except an 85kg wrestler named Sergei who seemed to be taking his time. This annoyed the guy next to him, Igorek, who started teasing him. That didn’t go down well. Sergei was just about to cum when he turned to face Igorek and squirted semen all over him. Igorek looked down at the cum dripping down his stomach and hanging off his pubic hair and just lost it. He tackled Sergei and the two of them went crashing into all the other wrestlers. Within seconds a massive brawl had started and two dozen naked wrestlers were rolling around in each other’s spunk on the mat.
Tony and I looked at each other and started laughing.
“We’re the only two who haven’t cum yet. Let’s give ’em a bath,” Tony said.
He took a bottle of lube and squirted some out on my dick and then in his hand and we both started wanking over the huge pile of cum soaked wrestlers writhing around in front of us.
A pair of wrestlers rolled into us just as we were both about to lose it. We looked down at them and almost simultaneously shot our hot loads right onto the two guys below us. They kept on wrestling, mixing our semen together as they fought.
Since no one won the contest, Tony and I decided to shower up and take the bed for ourselves. We’d let the other guys clean up the mats when they were done.
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