Twin Brothers Wrestling Battle

The battle is about to begin!

My twin brother Sam and me had been wrestling our whole lives and our dad even converted our basement into a wrestling room when we were in high school. It was summer now and Sam and I were home from college, living in our parents house while they were staying at our summer cottage in Virginia Beach.

Last weekend we ran into a couple of high school wrestling rivals, another set of twin brothers named Mark and Jay Williams. We were all about the same weight and we had to wrestle these guys plenty of times over the year so we kind of got to know them pretty well. They were still in great shape and were both wrestling in college so we invited them over to our place for the weekend to hit the mats.

The doorbell rang and I ran upstairs to answer it. The two brothers were fine male specimens, both about 6’1″ with chiseled upper bodies and tightly cropped black curly hair. Jay was wearing a white tank top. It clung to his smooth black skin, showing off his broad shoulders and sinewy arms. Mark was shirtless, his dark curly treasure trail disappearing into his black underarmour shorts.

“C’mon downstairs. You can throw your bags down there. It might even be more comfortable to sleep down on the mats. It gets pretty hot upstairs.”

The wrestling room was one big open space. Most of it was taken up by the big blue and white mat, and opposite that was a small gym with some free weights and a treadmill and bike and then next to that was the locker room, which was basically an open closet area for workout clothes and shoes and a communal shower with 4 shower heads. It was all open, so this was always a male-only part of the house, which meant all the brothers and my dad had to keep it clean.

Sam came thumping down the stairs and greeted Mark and Jay. There was a lot of back slapping and joking and finally Sam said, “OK, let’s rassle!”

We all stripped down and dug out our jockstraps and singlets. Waistbands snapped against tight muscled torsos as we filled our pouches with our big hairy dicks. We laced up our Asics wrestling shoes and moved over to the mat to stretch.

“You kicked my ass last time, so it’s payback time!” Sam said to Jay.

“Bring it, bitch!” he shot back and the two faced off in the center of the mat while Mark and I squatted next to each other on the edge.

Sam and Jay tied up, pushing each other around and trying to find an opening.

“C’mon dude, we wrestlin’ or dancin’? Take a shot!” Sam taunted.

Jay took him up on the offer, shooting a lightning fast single leg. Sam hopped around and tried to pivot as Jay drove in and brought him down to the mat. Sam got to his belly and Jay applied a painful hammerlock with one hand as he grabbed the back of Sam’s head with the other and rubbed his face in the mat.

“How’s that mat taste?” Jay asked as Sam grunted, struggling to turn his head to the side.

Sam tried to get off his stomach, but Jay slid his muscular legs down inside Sam’s hairy thighs and drove his arm underneath Sam’s chin. Jay rolled onto his side and poured on the pressure.

“Arrgghhhh!” Sam groaned as Jay stretched him out. Sam looked helpless with Jay totally wrapped around him.

“Ya like that tough guy? Want some more?” Jay said as he pulled up harder on my brother’s chin. Sam was completely immobilized. All you could see was his chest heaving as he gasped for air.

“C’mon Sam, you can take this!” I yelled, though I doubted he really could.

Mark was laughing. “Put him on his back, Jay. Finish him off.”

Jay’s singlet crept deep into his ass crack as he locked his legs around Sam’s left leg. His rock hard glutes  squeezed together as he wore my brother down. Sam tried to get free of Jay’s chin lock, but it was no use. Sam panted and groaned as Jay pulled his head down.

Mark and I pressed our heads to the mat, looking to see if Jay had Sam pinned. Not quite, there was still about an inch of space between Sam’s shoulders and the mat.

It was almost like the four of us were wrestling at the same time. I could hear Sam’s low heavy grunts as sweat dripped off Jay’s chin and onto my back. I felt his warm, steamy breath  on my ear. Finally Sam gave up. Jay leaned in and I could see his wet shoulders press into the mat. Mark slapped the mat with all his might making a thunderous noise and Jay released his hold.

Sam lay spread eagle on the mat, filling his lungs with air as Jay jumped up and pumped the air with his fist a couple times to celebrate his victory over my brother. Sam got up and shook his head, chuckling. “Shit, what an ass kicking.” He and Jay embraced in a sweaty man hug, slapping each other on the back.

The two guys collapsed against the wall in desperate need of some rest.

“Team Williams 1, Team Evans 0,” Mark said, looking at me. “Ready to make it 2-0?”

“You’re getting too cocky, dude. Let’s go!” I said.

I cheated a little bit and came after Mark before he was quite ready, but that let me sink a nice headlock on him and in a couple seconds I had him on the mat, struggling to avoid getting pinned.

“Muthafucker!” Mark screamed, but I just laughed.

“You gotta be ready,” I said as I squeezed his head as hard as I could. It wasn’t too long before he wriggled out of it and was on his hands and knees facing me. He came in at me and tried to push me over onto my back, but I reached behind him and sunk my fingers right into his anus. He was just wearing a jockstrap underneath so there was just a thin layer of lycra covering his hole. “Ahh!” he cried as I used his rectum as a handle to flip him over. We were in a mad scramble now. Mark got behind me and sunk his arm between my legs, locking onto his other arm and driving his bicep into my balls. His forearm pressed against my penis, making it really uncomfortable to stay on my belly. That was his plan. Before i knew it, i had given him enough space to maneuver so he got a cradle on me. I knew he had me as he rocked me over. Our brothers crowded around us as I kicked furiously to free myself. As Mark pinned me,  Jay got in my face and whispered, “Another Evans boy down.”

I managed to get a ‘fuck you’ out, but he was right and at that moment I was totally helpless and defeated.

As soon as Mark released me from his grasp we were buds again. He put his arm around me and playfully patted my stomach. His warm, damp armpit hair felt coarse on my shoulder and I could feel a spray of sweat as I patted his slick, muscular back.

After a little rest, Jay and Mark decided to wrestle each other for the championship. It was awesome to watch them go at it. They loved each other, but there was a deep rivalry, so the match was intense and very physical. Jay was straddling Mark’s head at one point, but Mark drove through and and emerged between his brother’s legs, lifting him up so Jay was upside down, sliding down Mark’s back till his head hit the mat and he was facing Mark’s ass. His nose went right into his brother’s ass crack for a minute while Mark kept tilting his head back to put pressure on Jay’s balls.

But Jay got his revenge. He eventually trapped his brother’s head in a figure 4, squeezing his face right into his balls as he pinned him. Sam and I had a hard time seeing if he was pinned or not, the two brothers were wrapped up like on big mass of muscled thighs and bulging balls. The crotch of Jay’s singlet was covered with his brother’s saliva. Mark had been struggling to breathe while Jay was pressing his manhood down on him. They both seemed relieved when I slapped the mat. They were so exhausted they just wanted it to be over.

We took a short break for lunch but then came back down to wrestle some more. This time we all wrestled at once. Sam and I were learning that Jay and Mark were just better than us now. And they loved to rub it in.  At one point they did simultaneous Saturday night rides on us, turning our heads so we could watch each other getting pinned by a Williams brother. Them as Sam and I lay on the mat recovering. Jay and Mark came over and straddled us.

“You guys want to see what a champion tastes like?” Jay asked.

Sam and I looked at each other and then back at Jay who had pulled off the straps on his singlet and was sitting on my stomach bare-chested.

“Answer the man!” Mark ordered, slapping Sam on the cheek.

“Yeah. what does a champ taste like?” Sam replied.

Jay stood up and peeled off his singlet and jock revealing his big erect rod.

Mark grabbed Sam and me by the back of the head and dragged us over in front of him. We kneeled down and Mark positioned our faces on either side of Jay’s dick. We started to lick. His cock was all salty from the sweat, but it somehow tasted good. Sam and I ran our tongues down both side of his shaft as it hardened even more and throbbed. I moved my mouth to the tip of his penis and swallowed it whole while Same moved down to lick Jay’s hairy balls. Sam came up and we traded off. Jay was groaning in ecstasy and it seemed like he was about to cum. I didn’t want Sam to get his whole load so I moved my mouth up his penis and tried to push my brother away. Sam wanted it all to himself so he fought back. There wasn’t much time. Jay was about to cum. Just then, Mark grabbed our hair and pulled us off Jay, kneeling down in front of his brother just as Jay blew his huge hot, creamy load all over Mark’s face.

Sam and I pounced on him, lapping up as much of Jay’s salty semen as we could. As we licked Mark’s cum covered face, Jay pulled us back to clean off his shaft.

When we were done with that, Jay went behind Mark and hoisted him up, like he was about to throw him to the mat. Mark’s dick bounced up and down.

“Come suck my brother,” Jay said.

Sam and I were happy to oblige. We licked Mark’s cock like a lollipop until Jay pulled his brother’s big penis away and told us to assume the referee’s position on the mat.

I heard the sound of condom wrappers opening and then felt Jay’s finger, coated with cool wet lube slide up my anus. The Williams twins made Sam and I face each other as they fucked us. It was like a final humiliation after our beatings on the mat. Sam’s face was contorted in pain as Mark rode him hard. I was just amazed that Jay could still get it up after spewing that huge load of spunk earlier. He really was a champ. His dick was stiff as a board as he plowed my ass.

Mark was obviously about to cum. He pulled his cock out of my brother’s anus and shoved him onto his back. Ripping off the condom, he straddled Sam and began masturbating.

“Ohhhhh” he groaned as semen streamed from his penis onto my brother’s face. Jay pulled his cock out of my anus and did the same thing to me.

As we laid there with faces full of Williams brothers cum, the two black studs squirted lube all over our penises and rubbed us until we were both about to cum. Jay picked me up and threw me on top of Sam, then slid his over my penis again and pumped away Mark did the same to Sam and within a minute we were there. I felt an incredible release as I Sam and I emptied our loads onto each other. Mark and Jay piled on top so we were one big sweaty, cum soaked pile of men.

After a while we all got up and hit the showers, Mark and I washed each other and Jay and Sam soaped each other up. We dried off and as we pulled on our underwear, Jay asked what the plan was for tomorrow.

“Same again, i said.”

Submission Wrestling at the Barn – Tag Team Action

Square cuts and stripped to the waist

Dad and I stripped down and fished around in our gym bags for our gear. This guy Rob who we met the last time was getting changed next to us. He was in his late 20s and chiseled. His abs were a work of art — totally smooth and rippling, but he had a nice carpet of light brown fur around his long cock and low-hanging balls.

“Hey guys, back again?” he asked?

“Yeah,” I replied. I’m actually better at sub wrestling so wanted to see if I can do a little better this time.

Rob had pulled up his jock strap now and was stepping into his white fight shorts. “I’m more of a greco guy myself, but I’m starting to get into grappling.”

“See you on the mats,” he said as he went downstairs.

We followed him down a few minutes later. Dad and I had matching fight shorts — black with blue lettering on the ass. We were kind of hoping we could find a couple guys to wrestle a tag team match with.

Rob was talking to Nick, the old guy who wiped the mat with me last time. They were both wearing white fight shorts and that made me think they might be a good tag team for us to go against. I really want to be able to beat Nick. He humiliated me last time and I wanted revenge.

“Hey, you guys want to wrestle a tag team match with us?” I asked.

Nick looked at me and laughed. “You back for some more are you? The last time I saw you, your ass was in the air and you had a face full of mat”

“Now it’s your turn, bitch,” I said.

“Sounds good to me, Uncle Nick, what do you think,” Rob said.

I didn’t realize Nick was Rob’s uncle. This was kind of perfect then, Uncle and nephew vs. father and son.

“Yeah, let’s make them beg for mercy,” Nick replied.

We agreed that you had to both tap and say “I give” to signal defeat. And whichever team was the first to win two submissions would be the winners.

Nick and I were up first.

He came at me to lock up like regular wrestling, but this was submission style and I could tell the old man wasn’t used to it. I decided to do something that would completely throw him off guard so I immediately grabbed hold of his arm and did a flying armbar. Before he had any idea what was happening, I had slammed him to the mat and was extending his arm as he screamed in pain and kicked his legs. I could hear my dad whoop with delight as I worked over this old man. “Shit!” I heard Rob yell as he watched his uncle struggle to get out of the hold. But Nick was strong as hell and somehow managed to wriggle free.

He sat on the mat with his legs up, waiting for me to come into his guard. I grabbed one of his hairy legs and clamped onto his ankle, as I fell to the mat. I twisted his ankle some more and Nick was writhing, beating the mat with his fist. “Awwhhhhhh!” he cred as I heaped on the pressure.

“Ready to give up old man?” I asked. He looked back at me. Sweat was dripping off his chin, but he show his balding head and said no, even as he grimaced with pain as I continued cranking. He rolled onto his side and took me with him and then i felt his foot jam into my ass. He had good aim because his big to was digging right into my anus.

I let out an “ugghhh!” and before I knew it had involuntarily loosened my hold so nick could get out. He sprang to his feet and came after me, but i wrapped my arms under his chin and flipped him over. The I rolled over until I was on top of him. It was prefect. His head was trapped between my thighs as I twisted his arm and tortured his elbow. I squeezed my legs tighter around his head so his mouth was about a centimeter below my balls. I didn’t want to press my balls against his mouth because I was afraid he might bite them. So I just stayed there for a minute or so and let him struggle. His face was beet red as he looked up helplessly at my bulging cock. “want to give up now or do you want to feel some more pain?”

He looked up at me, gritted his teeth and growled.

“OK,” I said and put more pressure on his elbow. He screamed out in pain and then began furiously slapping the mat. “Is that a tap?” I asked.

“Yes, yes!” he cried. “I give up!”

I released the hold and slid forward a little so I was sitting right on his face as I flexed my biceps and yelped in victory. Dad cheered loudly and tousled Rob’s soft brown hair as they watched me rub my sweaty crotch all over Nick’s face.

“1-0. you ready to wrestle?”

Rob looked kind of pissed as his uncle pulled his head from between my legs and rolled onto his belly. Nick wasn’t used to getting beat. His whole head was red and he pounded his fist down on the mat in anger.

He sat down next to Rob and told him to rip my dad’s nuts off.

Dad and Rob walked out onto the mat and started circling each other. Rob got down low and as Dad lunged toward him, he sat back on the mat with his legs spread wide open. You could see the lines of his jockstrap, where it spread out from the pouch to cradle his round ass cheeks. Dad came at him like he was going to get in his guard, but instead he literally jumped on his chest and drove his knees into Rob’s hairy armpits. Dad grabbed hold of the back of Rob’s head and pulled his face up toward his crotch. Rob’s nose was buried in Dad’s bulging lycra shorts as he grunted and tried to buck Dad off his chest. Dad wrapped his furry muscular thighs around Rob’s head and leaned onto his side, taking Rob with him. Dad was on his back and Rob was kind of kneeling, when Dad grabbed one of his arms and pulled him into a tight triangle. Rob was gasping for breath, but Dad poured on the hurt. Finally Rob tapped dad’s leg furiously, signaling defeat. Dad eased up so he could breathe and Rob yelled out. “Owwhhhhh! I give, dude, I give!”

The two men stood up and Rob raised Dad’s arm in victory. sweat dripped down both of their armpits as Dad let out a “Yeah!”

The wrestling match was over and we had won, so it was time to humiliate our opponents. They knew what was coming. That’s the way it worked at the barn.

Nick and Rob laid down next to each other. I bent down and grabbed ahold of Nick’s damp shorts and pulled them off. Then I went for my trophy — his sweaty jockstrap. As I peeled it off him, his big hairy cock flopped on his belly. I took his jock and rubbed it into Nick’s face a little. He flinched and turned his mouth so he wouldn’t have to taste it. I tucked it into the back of my shorts a little for safe keeping as i straddled Nick’s head and sat down on his chest.

I watched Dad humiliate Rob in the same way. It felt so good that we had taken these two guys out. I was afraid they were going to beat us. Now they were gonna get their faces full of our man juice.

Dad and I gabbed hold of our cocks and started rubbing till they got hard and poked out of our lycra shorts. We pulled down the fronts a little to get out cocks out and when they were nice and hard started pumping. We stroked and stroked until we were both close to ejaculating. “You ready to blow?” Dad asked me. “Yup. On three,” I replied.

“Make sure you shoot all over his face .. One, Two, Three””

“Unnnggghhh … Awhhhhh….” we both growned as hot thick spunk shot out of our shafts. Nick grimaces as the semen squited out on him — some on his forehead and some on his nose and mouth. It dripped down his cheeks and onto the mat. I looked over and saw Rob turn his head as Dad shot his wad, but that just made it drip down his nose and his mouth.

After we were done, we both slid our asses up onto their faces and rubbed their noses into our ass cracks. the semen was still warm and slick so we slid back and forth over their faces, laughing as Nick and Rob suffered even more humiliation.

It wasn’t over, though. We got up and looked down at their sticky wet faces for a second, when Dad said. “Rob, kiss your uncle. Put you tongue right down his throat.”

“What?” he asked. “You heard me.” Dad bent down and dragged Rob around by his ankles, tossing him on top of his naked uncle. Their dicks pressed against each other as Rob did as he was told. He rubbed his cum soaked lips against Nick’s and Nick opened his mouth, letting his nephew inside. Soon they were tongue wrestling and their dicks started getting hard. Nick pulled out and moved his head down to Rob’s bushy cock and swallowed it whole, pumping up and down until Rob was close to orgasm. Nick pulled his mouth off his cock and grabbed it with his hand, stroking it until Rob erupted, squirting even more semen onto Nick’s face. Rob looked kind of started by what just happened, but snapped out of it as Nick grabbed him in a headlock and threw him onto the mat. Nick forced his head down to his cock and made Rob suck it. Nick wiped some of the cum of his face and rubbed it into Rob’s hair as his 25-year-old nephew got him off. Nick was on the verge of orgasm and Rob tried to pull away, but Nick wouldn’t let him. Suddenly Rob started to gag as Nick unleashed a river of cum into his mouth. He only released him when he was done.

Dad and I still had hard-ons after watching all that and we each managed o knock another one out after that display.

The four of us then went up to the showers, changed and left the barn. We were all looking forward to a rematch.

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.

Wrestling at the Barn

Mike and his dad lived in a big farmhouse out in the country. They had invited my dad and me to join their weekly wrestling session in the barn. We drove up to the big old building and got out of the car to have a look. The barn door was open so we went in. They had quite a set-up in there. There was a huge wrestling mat covering most of the floor. Along the back wall were some racks with freeweights, and a treadmill and an exercise bike. Above that was a loft they had converted into a lockerroom.

There were already a bunch of guys there. Some were stretching, others were doing some light lifting and four guys were already on the mat.

Mike’s dad, Ben, saw us come in and waved to us from the loft. “Hey guys! Glad you made it. Come up here to get changed.”

We made our way up the stairs and Ben showed us where to put our stuff. It was pretty basic, just a few benches and a big open shower area with six nozzles. As we stripped down, Ben explained that he and Mike had been hosting these wrestling sessions every Saturday for the past few years. “There’s about 30-40 guys who come here from all over the state. A lot of guys stop wrestling after high school because there just isn’t any opportunity to continue, even if they want to. So this is a way that guys can keep wrestling as long as they want. We’ve got some wrestlers here just out of high school, but we also have a few over 60,” he said.  “Actually, if you look over there on the mat now, that’s Nick. He’s 62 years old and he’s beating on that 20 year old.”

We looked across and saw a muscular, but balding silver-haired guy wearing short, old-style blue singlet wrapping up this shirtless blond military  guy in a cradle. The young stud struggled for a little bit, but finally admitted defeat and the old man let him up.

“So when you get suited up, just come down and feel free to challenge anyone. More likely, since your fresh meat, the guys will pounce on you two the second you get down there to test you out!”

“We go all out here and once that barn door is closed, we lock it and anything that happens here, stays in here. Sometimes we really beat on each other. Once you step on the mat, the object is to dominate and even humiliate your opponent. It’s all in good fun. We’re just blowing off steam, but our policy of secrecy makes it easier to just let go and have fun.”

“Umm … okay,” I said as my dad and I flashed each other puzzled looks.

“Oh shit,” i said. “I forgot to bring my jock. Do you have a spare, dad?”

“Nope, just got the one. ‘Fraid you’ll have to freeball it.”

I sighed and pulled on my singlet. I had a pretty big dick, so without anything to hold it down, it was pretty visible though my singlet.

We went down stairs, and sure enough, the second we got down there a bunch of guys came over to challenge us.

Nick, the old guy we saw earlier came up to me first. “Wanna wrestle?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said. “I think I can take you.”

“I’ve been wrestling for over 50 years. I don’t think you can take me. I eat young studs like you for breakfast!”

“Bring it!”

“Oh, I will. No mercy!”

We went to the center of the mat and all the other guys formed a circle around the edge. Mike’s dad went over and closed the barn door and locked it.

“Who’s gonna ref?” I asked.

“Oh we don’t need refs. We bend the rules a little bit here. We wrestle nonstop till there’s a pin and both wrestlers have to acknowledge the fall to each other,” Mike explained from the sidelines.

“Let’s go!” Nick said.

We circled each other for a minute and then locked up. I gripped the back of his leathery neck and shoved my head against his damp wrinkled forehead. We stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds. I knew he had a lot of experience, but there was no way an old dude like this was going to beat me. But just as I thought that, he disappeared from my vision. Suddenly I felt his arms wrap around my thighs. He locked up his hands and rammed them up into my ass. I felt my feet leave the mat as he slung me over his shoulder. “Ugggghhhh!” I groaned as he demonstrated his power. I could hear the other guys going wild – yelling, laughing. I caught a glimpse of my dad cringing as another guy put his arm around his shoulder and grinned.

Just as quickly as he had lifted me up, the old guy returned me to the mat with a loud thump.

“Oooohh!” on guy said. “Damn!” another chimed in as they watched Nick hammer me.

By this point, the old man was on top of me and he probably could have pinned me right there, but he rolled off me and got to his feet. “C’mon kid, I thought we were gonna wrestle!” he taunted.

I got to my knees, shook my head to jolt myself back to normal and got to my feet. “You just got lucky” i replied, knowing full well that he just outwrestled me.

I had to step up my game. He was good, but I knew i could get him if i just concentrated. We both shot takedowns but couldn’t follow through. I stepped into him and swung my arm around his head as fast as I could. I figured my youth would give me the advantage of speed at least. Sure enough, before he knew what was happening I got a nice headlock and flipped him over. Now I had him. He was squirming on his back and kind of growling under his breath, clearly irritated that I had gotten the better of him.

The guys around the mat were getting boisterous again. The older guys were yelling at  Nick. “C’mon! Don’t let a 20 year old do that too you!” “Show him who the real man is!”

My dad on the other hand was cheering me on. “Rip his head off! You’ve almost got him. Just finish him off!”

Nick reached up with his free arm and grabbed my should to keep from getting pinned. I could feel his warm, moist breath on my cheek as I squeezed his head. “Mmmmppphh C’mon old man, quit fighting it. I’ve got you.” I said.

“You’re gonna regret that. I’m a lot tougher than you and you’re gonna really feel it when I pin you.”

We were both so sweaty that it was hard to keep a grip and even though i was squeezing with all my strength, he managed to turn onto his belly and I lost the hold. Still, I was on top. I flattened my whole body out on his back. My cock pressed between his as cheeks as i ran my sweaty forearm under his chin, lifting him up in an attempt to get flip him onto his back. The only problem, again, was the sweat. He was so slick that he managed to slide around to face me and use his leverage to put me on my back.

“Oh shit,” I grunted as pressed his body weight down on me. I tried to bridge, but by that point his hips were on top of mine.I was completely pinned. Even his penis was on top of mine, pinning mine down. As added humiliation he rubbed his hairy armpit across my face as I cringed and groaned. He slid his sweaty face up to mine. Our lips were nearly pressed against each others. “Do you admit that you are pinned and I have beaten you?’ He asked.

“Yeah, I think everyone can see that,” I replied.

Nick sat upright and flexed his muscles, grinning to the crowd as they cheered the old guy’s victory. Then he jumped to his feet and put one foot on my chest to rub it in a little more. Finally he let me up and I went to join my dad matside, but Mike grabbed my arm and spun me around a little.

“You lost, so you have to go sit in the losers section,” he said.

“What do you mean? why?” I asked.

“You’ll understand later. When you lose around here, you have to pay a price,” he said ominously.

So I sat down next to the guy I had seen Nick working over earlier. He gave me an empathatic smile and put his arm around my shoulders.

“He’s tough. He can beat most of the guys here,” he said.

It was dad’s turn to wrestle next. The guy he was up against was about his age. I had seen him getting changed earlier. He was so hairy i couldn’t tell where his pubes ended and his chest hair began.

Dad looked pissed after watching the beating I just took. The hairy dude shot a single leg, but dad fought him off. They circled each other some more and dad tried the same move on him. He pulled the other guy’s leg up high and knocked him off balance, bringing him down to the mat. He tried to sip up, but dad was on him and all he managed to do was slide onto his belly as dad climbed on top of him. Dad sank his arm into his armpit, sliding through a sweaty mass of fur till his hand emerged underneath, grabbing at the big bear’s wrist. Dad’s face was buried in the carpet of hair covering his opponent’s shoulders. But that didn’t bother him. He had some leverage now and was turning him.

A second later and the hairy dude’s ass was sticking straight up in the air, totally helpless, as dad pressed his shoulders into the mat. He must have forgotten that there was no ref, because he held him there for a minute. The guy continued to struggle but finally yelled out. “Shit dude, you pinned me! I’ve had enough!”

With that, dad released his hold and the guy turned over on his back, his chest heaving. Dad flexed for the crowd as they cheered for him and the beaten bear slunked off the mat and sat down beside me.

“Your dad’s a beast,” he said.

“Yeah, i think your ass was in the air for most of that match.”

He just laughed

There were quite a few matches after ours. One guy got spladled in front of me. He looked right into my eyes as he moaned in pain. I helped him massage his thighs after he crawled off the mat.

After a while, the room was all divided into two groups – the winners and the loser.

Suddenly, Ben came out and shouted, “Losers – take your position in front of your champions.”

All the guys around me stood up and started stripping down.

“What the fuck is going on?” I asked.

“Just do it. If you don’t, you will really be humiliated,” the furry guy said.

I peeled off my singlet and followed the other guy Nick beat over to where Nick was standing.

We kneeled down in front of him and Nick took my head with his left hand and the other guy’s with his right and brought our faces together on either side of his cock. We started kissing his scrotum as all three of us became erect. We nuzzled against each other on a bed of Nick’s salt and pepper pubes, licking his long shaft. As we reached the throbbing head of his penis, we rubbed out wet lips against each other. Nick pulled us up to his face and the three of us kissed as our dicks poked into each other. He pushed us down again, slowly, so we could lick his nipples on the way back down. We took turns swallowing his cock and stroking his low-hanging balls. Nick started moaning and pushed us both down so we were lying on the mat. He straddled us both and began jacking off. Nick let out a higher pitched moan and suddenly i felt his warm thick spunk spraying over my face and into my hair.

When he had finished unloading, Nick laid down on top of us, his two defeated opponents, and we all rested for a few minutes.

Then Nick got up and pulled us both up off the mat. “Time to get cleaned up,” he said.

As we headed for the stairs, dad and his opponent caught up with us. The furry dude’s chest hair was dripping with thick white semen. Dad came up behind him and wiped some onto this finger and shoved it into the other guy’s mouth. “This is what the cum of a champion tastes like,” he said, laughing.

We all showered up and got changed.  We thanked Mike and his dad for inviting us.

“Come again!” they said.

“Oh, we will,” we replied.

And we got into our car and drove off.

Norwegian Wrestling Camp – Part One

Champion!

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.

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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.”

Wrestling Tournament: Father and Son vs. Father and Son

The summer before I started college my dad and I decided to enter an open wrestling tournament.My dad was pretty young – in his mid-40’s – and was in great shape. He had more hair on his chest (and his ass) than on his head and I did notice a few gray pubes sprouting out around his cock the last time I saw him naked, but he could outwrestle guys half his age. When my brothers and me started wrestling, dad put some mats in the basement and we would all go down and workout together on weekends. So the chance to be able to wrestle at a tournament together was a great excuse to spend some time together before I went away to college.

The tournament featured folkstyle and freestyle wrestling and also had a special section for something they were trying out — tag team wrestling. It wasn’t like pro-wrestling, instead it was normal college wrestling rules, but every time there was a break in the action, like if the ref called the wrestlers back to their feet or if they went out of bounds, you could tag in your partner to take your place.

When we got to the gym we had a look at the brackets and saw that we were matched up against to other guys with the same last name in the tag team competition. We figured they must be brothers.

We made our way to the lockerroom and stripped down. We had very similar bodies, chiseled abs from years of wrestling, but dad had a thicker layer of fur over his, while mine were smoother with a dark treasure trail leading to my wiry bush.

As we fished around in our bags for our jockstraps and singlets, two guys sat down on the bench opposite us who were like a mirror image. The younger guy was about my age and size and the older guy was about dad’s age and build, but with some hair on his shoulders and back.

We pulled on our matching white singlets laced up our wrestling shoes and went out onto the practice match to stretch out and drill a little bit.

Before too long it was our turn to wrestle, so we went over to the mat where the tag team matches were being held. As we got situated, we looked across to the opposite corner and saw the two guys from the lockerroom.

“Looks like this is going to be a family feud!” dad said chuckling.

“Yeah, but I think we can take ’em,” I said.

We all went to the center of the mat and shook hands. It was agreed that me and the other son would start things off. Our dads went to the sidelines and the ref blew the whistle.

We circled for for a few seconds but I was feeling aggressive and shot a single leg. I brought him down but he turned himself onto his belly. As he got to his knees I jumped on his back and grabbed his left arm, trying to destabilize him so i could turn him over. We struggled for a little while like that. He went down on his belly again so I clamped on a hammerlock and grabbed his head with the other hand and made him eat some mat. I could hear him groan in discomfort as I rubbed his face in the mat some more. Both our dads were yelling at us as we wrestled. I sunk in a quarter nelson and flipped him on his back.

“You got him Brett! Finish him off! C’mon, stick hiiiiimmmm!” my dad shouted as the other guy flipped around on his back like a fish.

“Don’t let him do that to you Mike! Get off your back! Fight him! Fight him!” the other dad yelled back.

Suddenly the ref blew his whistle. My opponent, Mike, had managed to squirm out of bounds to avoid the pin.

We got to our feet and Mike immediately went over to his corner and tagged in his dad.I was looking forward to wrestling the old guy, but my dad wanted to take a shot at him, so i tagged out too.

The two veteran wrestlers shook hands and locked up. The both had their pride on the line. Neither would want to be pinned in front of his son. Mike’s dad was obviously tough. Both ears were mangled indicating a lot of time on the mats. The two men pushed and shoved each other until Mike’s dad got my dad in a front headlock and then slid to the side, locking his arms around my dad’s hair chest and gaining control. Dad tried to get up but Mike’s dad threw his weight on top of him and he collapsed on his belly with a huge grunt.

“C’mon dad, you can take this guy!” I yelled. “Get back to your feet!”

But Mike’s dad didn’t seem to be going anywhere. He was lying flat on my dad’s back, shoving his sweaty forearms under my dad’s hairy armpits to try to get some leverage to turn him on his back. They hit a stalemate so the ref brought them back to their feet. Normally one of them would have tagged one of us sons in, but it was obvious that our dads wanted to wrestle this to the finsih. The ref blew the whistle and dad tried a single leg, but failed. He tried turning it into a fireman’s carry, but Mike’s dad defended and got his back instead. Then he grabbed my dad’s left leg and drove him into the mat face first.

Then he scooped up his head with the other arm and I cringed. He was going for a near-side cradle.

I could hear Mike on the other side of the mat cheering his dad on.

“Cradle him dad! Put him away!”

And that’s exactly what he did. He flipped my dad onto his back. His right leg was trapped and his left leg was flailing as he desperately tried to kick out of the hold. I didn’t even try to shout encouragement because I knew it was over.  Mike’s dad’s balls pressed into my dad’s cheek to add to the humiliation. My dad’s jock was clearly visible through his white singlet as he kicked helplessly. The ref slapped the mat and put an end to the humiliation at last. They got to their feet and Mike and I were called to the center of the mat to stand by our tag team partners.

“Sorry about that. He was tough!” dad said to me.

The ref raised Mike and his dad’s arms in victory. They flexed their biceps half-jokingly as dad and I slumped off the mat in defeat.

In the shower in the lockerroom later, our two opponents approached us.

“Hey, good match!” the father said, water streaming off his thick cock. “We’ve got a big matroom in the barn over at our place. We converted the whole thing into a wrestling room with showers and everything. You guys should come over and workout with us sometimes. There’s a bunch of guys who come to wrestle every Saturday.”

“Yeah, we can have a rematch!” I said, laughing.

“Alright then, next Saturday, 1 o’clock.”

…to be continued…