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After a week long vacation in the Philippines I was on my way back tot he States, but first I would spend a couple days in Manila where I would meet up with an old friend of mine, Jose. I was badly in need of a workout, so Jose invited me to come with him to this small local gym a group of guys would get together each weekend for an informal wrestling practice. They were mostly grapplers but a few of them did freestyle wrestling too.

We were the first ones to arrive, so we made our way to the back where the mats were. This was an old school gym — very basic. In fact, there wasn’t really a locker room, just a small show room with one tap for cold water only. But there were never any women around, so Jose said it was fine to strip down and change into our wrestling gear right on the mat.

Jose was pretty buff, but not very tall and had dark smooth skin. His cock was thick and hairy and his balls hung low between his legs. I put on my jockstrap and a pair of underarmour compression shorts and laced up my wrestling shoes as Jose pulled a pair of mesh shorts over his boxer briefs.

We stretched out and did a little sparring before the other guys arrived. They gym was hot. There was no a/c, just a couple of fans that did little to counter the tropical heat. We were slick with sweat after just a few minutes of rolling around.

Soon the other guys started to arrive so we stopped wrestling and got up to greet them while they changed up. Tony was the coach. He was a big brawny guy in his mid-20s. He grew up in California and wrestled all through high school there, but now he focused mainly on grappling and MMA. His dream was to be a professional fighter, but his family wanted him to do something more stable, so he spent his days working as an accountant.

Alvin was probably around 75kg and very toned. He was crazy about no-gi grappling and loved to make bigger guys tap out. His friend Henry was skinnier and relied heavily on technique. And then there was Enrique, a tough-looking stud who was actually the caretaker of the gym. His left ear was slightly cauliflowered, which Jose claimed was his work.

Tony actually looked a little nerdy when he came in, with this framed glasses. But there was a big transformation as he peeled off his shirt to reveal his big pecs with a few wisps of black hair around his hard nipples. His shoulders were broad and muscular and his huge arms were intimidating and exciting at the same time. He had a little bit of a belly and a nice dark treasure trail leading from his belly button to his thick black pubes surrounding his juicy looking cock. After he had stripped naked, Tony rummaged around in his bag and pulled out a pair of white square cuts some socks and wrestling shoes.

“Hey, where’s my jock?” he mumbled as he reached into what was now and empty bag. “Guess I’m going commando!” he said as he caught my eye, yanking his tight shorts over his cock and balls. While Tony was tying his shoes, I noticed how incredibly hairy Henry’s legs were. His chest was pretty smooth, but from the waist down he was a bear.

Alvin was ready to rumble barefoot and wearing just a regular pair of shorts. He grabbed Jose and they started to grapple. Alvin was an alpha male on the mat and loved the north south position. Within a minute of wrestling, Jose was on his back, buried underneath Alvin’s crotch. As they struggled it became clear that Alvin was going commando too and Jose was getting a closeup view of his hairy balls.

As Jose and Alvin went at it, Tony asked me if I wanted to take on one of the other guys.

“Sure,” I said as he pulled Enrique onto the mat. We got in position, hunched over and ready to wrestle, when Tony asked, “Oh, do you guys know each other? Enrique, Mike. Mike, Enrique. We smiled and shook hands – a moment of politeness before we tried to physically dominate each other. “Wrestle!” Tony shouted. This was my first match with these guys and I really wanted to show I could hold my own, so I sprang at Enrique with everything I had, sinking a tight headlock on him and slamming him to the mat. I could hear him grunting as a squeezed him as hard as I could, digging my feet into the mat for leverage as I pushed him down tighter. It looked like he was having trouble breathing. I could hear him struggling for air. The other guys looked on, impressed that I was pummeling Enrique. He was tough, though, and wasn’t going to give up easily. He fought hard to break the lock ramming his forearm into my face, but I wasn’t letting go. It was so hot in that room and we were dripping with sweat. But I used the slipperiness to my advantage. I mounted his back and turned my headlock into a choke hold. Enrique slapped the mat furiously signaling defeat. I let go of his head and heard a huge gasp as he gulped in the air I had denied him.

I helped him to his feet and we shook hands again as Tony raised my arm over him.

I was totally beat, but Alvin wanted some fresh meat after beating up Jose and asked me to wrestle him. I pleaded for a minute of rest as I caught my breath. Alvin was a better grappler than me, but I was fresh off a victory, so I was feeling an adrenaline rush.

Alvin and I slapped our hands together in an informal handshake and locked up. But it wasn’t long before I was getting the north-south treatment as he draped his sweaty balls over my lips. We were both pretty smelly at that point so I wanted to get out of that position before he started rubbing his ass in my face.

I managed to break free for a second, but then I found myself in Alvin’s guard and I knew he was going for a triangle choke. Tony got in close and tried to coach me out of it. Luckily I was sweaty enough to wiggle free, but before I knew what was happening, Alvin had climbed onto my back and sunk in a choke hold. He rocked me backwards as I tried to shove my hand underneath his arm, but it was no use. He stretched me out as the other guys watched. As he dug his hooks in, he caught my shorts with his heel and i could feel them sliding down the harder he squeezed. The elastic band stretched until is slipped under the pouch of my jock. I felt humiliated and helpless, half naked and groaning as a smaller guy dominated me. Finally I slapped the mat to make it stop and Alvin let me go. I pulled my short up and took a second to shake it off and got to my feet as Tony lifted Alvin’s arm up. Body odor wafted from his sweaty armpit as the guys applauded his victory over me.

I really needed a break, so I slunked over to the side of the mat to watch some of the other guys grappling. A few others who had been working out in the other part of the gym had joined us so the small mat was a sea of sweaty men writhing against each other. The gym was filled with the sound of grunts and groans and panting, with the occasional slap on the mat of someone giving up.

Tony came over and sat next to me as we watched the piles of battling bodies. He was telling me about his high school wrestling career when all of the sudden, one of the guys on the mat gutwrenched his opponent face first into Tony’s lap. That didn’t stop the action, though. Tony pushed the sweaty pair off of him and watched as the guy in charge worked to sink his arm around his opponent’s neck. They rolled into me as the top guy wrapped his legs around his victim’s body and squeezed. I looked down at the loser as he grunted and gasped. Finally he slapped the mat and the winner let go and shoved him. I felt a warm spray of sweat as his head slapped against my thigh. He looked up at me and grinned as he caught his breath.

Tony looked at me and asked “You wanna go?”

“Sure,” I replied. “College rules, we wrestle till one of us gets a pin,” Tony instructed.

We shook hands and locked up. I tried to shoot a takedown, but Tony sprawled and got a tight front headlock on me. He went down on one knee and flipped me over with a fireman’s carry. Before I knew what hit me I was on my back with my face buried in his belly. We were sweaty and slippery and I managed to wriggle onto my stomach. Tony was a heavy dude and he was wearing me down with his relentless attacks. Suddenly I felt his arm between my legs as he attempted a cradle. I couldn’t fight him any longer, he was too strong. He locked up his hands and rocked me back. I was straining and grimacing, trying to save my self from getting pinned just as another pair of wrestlers rolled into us. The controlling wrestler shoved his opponent’s face right into mine and applied a painful submission hold. We looked into each other’s eyes as our opponent’s worked us over. Tony was about to pin me, but at least I wasn’t in agony like this guy. He let out a deep growl and cried out “I give! I give!” I felt his warm breath on my cheek as he pleaded for mercy. His opponent set him free and he flopped on the mat, peering into my eyes as Tony drove my shoulders into the mat. “ughhhh,” I groaned as Tony finished me off. The defeated wrestler next to me slapped the mat hard and yelled “pin!” And leapt to his feet to raise Tony’s arm in victory before I could even get up off the mat.

Most of the guys were sitting around the mat by this time. I figured things were winding down and practice would soon be over. But what they were waiting for was the grand finale of the night. The alpha male match between the two biggest studs in the room – namely Tony and this buzzcut army guy named Hector.

Hector was built like a tank with a massive chest and thick hairy legs. He wore a pair of white square cuts that were nearly see through from all the sweat and black wrestling shoes.

They met each other in the center of the mat and had a stare down until Alvin pushed the two apart and blew a whistle to start the match. They crashed into each other like sumo wrestlers. Tony managed to wrap his arms around Hector’s chest and slide them up underneath his hairy armpits. He tried to get some leverage and let out a massive grunt as he heaved the big man up off his feet. Hector moaned as Tony and slammed him down to the mat. The other guys were getting worked up as the two studs battled. The spectacle of them tangled up in a huge mass of sweaty muscle was giving me a boner. I wasn’t the only one. Several of the others were stroking their cocks as they watched. With each grunt and groan my erection got harder. Suddenly the guy next to me reached over and grabbed hold of my shaft. I was a little shocked, but it seemed like everyone was starting to grab a buddy and jerk him off.

The caretaker Enrique who I had beaten up earlier was working himself to climax. Suddenly he stripped off his shorts, got to his feet and rubbed his naked cock harder. The other guys followed his lead. We left a ring of sweaty lycra and jocks around the mat as we circled Tony and Hector as they wrestled.

It looked like Hector was in trouble. Tony had mounted him and was driving his elbow into his head, ensuring that he would have a very stiff neck in the morning. Hector wrapped his hands behind Tony’s neck and pulled him in toward his chest. He wrapped his legs tight around Tony’s body and grunted as he started to gain control.

The sight of them writhing around was too much. I was about to cum and it looked like I wasn’t alone. We closed in tighter around the two wrestlers and almost in unison we all started groaning as warm semen rushed from our cocks and rained down on the big dudes on the mat. Tony took a huge load on the back of his head. Big white globs of fresh spunk clung to his black spikey hair. Hector got a faceful, but most of it landed on their torsos, and the mat, making it even hard for them to get a firm hold.

We all stood around as our hairy cocks went limp and watched as Tony and Hector slid around the mat, slipping out of each other holds as they tried desperately to get a submission out of each other. Suddenly, Hector managed to climb on Tony’s back and slip his arm under his chin.

“Shit!” Tony screamed as Hector secured the choke. Hector grimaced as he inhaled a big drop of cum that was still stuck to Tony’s sweaty head. But that was a small price to pay for victory. Hector squeezed harder as we all knelt down to get a closer look. Tony was struggling to breathe. His face was beet red. It was over. Tony slapped the mat furiously and Hector released his grip.

Hector let out a whoop as we all cheered. He grabbed Tony by the hair and lifted his head up, using his other arm to flex his bicep. Then he rubbed Tony’s face into the sweaty cum soaked mat to humiliate him further.

But it didn’t end there. Hector pulled down Tony’s shorts, revealing his big smooth ass. I was a little shocked by what was happening. Hector pulled out his cock, which was already hard and plunged it into Tony’s ass. “Aaaarrrggghhh!” Tony moaned as Hector penetrated him. Hector flexed his guns as he worked over Tony’s asshole. Tony pounded the mat with his fist as Hector fucked him. Finally, Hector pulled his dick out of Tony and flipped his beaten opponent over to his back. Hector stood up, straddling his defeated foe and with a low moan he let out a thick, sticky stream of semen that dripped right onto Tony’s face.

Hector took his foot and spread the cum all over Tony’s mouth. Then he let out a sigh and walked off the mat. We all followed to the showers as Tony laid there, overcome by humiliation. I gave him my hand and helped him up.

“You guys wrestle for high stakes, don’t you?” I said.

“It’s OK, he replied, I did the same thing to him last week. This was his revenge. We both chuckled as we made our way to the showers.

There was quite a crowd as we all jammed in together. Our dicks were flapping against each other as we squeezed in to rinse off. There was lots of back slapping and male bonding. It was quite a night and an experience I’ll never forget. I just can’t believe that these guys do this every week! Continue reading →