Wrestling in Japan – Final Chapter

I knew we were getting close to the gym where the tournament was being held when I saw several packs of beefy guys wearing sweatpants carrying duffle bags packed with gear. They all had cauliflowered ears, which is common in Japan because wrestlers don’t usually wear headgear.

We entered the building and climbed several flights of stairs. You could hear the thumps of guys getting slammed into mats as they warmed up.

They gym itself had two mats laid out. It wasn’t really set up for spectators, so it looked like anyone who wanted to watch had to find some space matside.

Yoshi led the way toward the lockerroom so we could weigh in and strap on our singlets.

As we opened the door, I was a little surprised to see hundreds of guys lined up naked waiting to weigh in. It was a pretty small room so some of the wrestlers were nearly pressed up against the other men, their hairy cocks gently brushing against their soon-to-be opponents’ round muscled asses.

Yoshi, Takahiro, Vasily and I found a little bit of space against a wall, set down our bags and began to strip down. It felt a little weird since this was such a big open room – like taking off your clothes in public almost – and the door to the room kept opening as more guys filtered in – but it was an all-male crowd, so it didn’t matter.

We all pulled off our underwear and pushed our way through the sea of naked wrestlers to get weighed in. There were a lot more foreigners than I expected. Vasily saw a few Russian guys he knew and there were a bunch of Americans – former high school and college wrestlers who were either studying Japanese or teaching English. There were also some Brazilians – bjj players who wrestled to perfect their takedowns. And then there were some West Africans – mostly in Japan to learn martial arts. Somehow it didn’t even feel awkward to be chatting and introducing ourselves to these guys as we stood with our big dicks hanging out.

Takahiro was ahead of us all. He stepped onto the scale with the tip of his penis about an inch away from the official’s face. I guess the weigh-in guy was used to looking at bushy cocks all day. The official just noted his weight and checked him off the list.

Takahiro stepped off the scale and was walking back toward me when suddenly another wrestler grabbed him around the waist and lifted him off his feet. Takahiro’s cock bounced up and down as the other guy’s shaft pressed into his solid ass. He tilted his head back and saw it was an old high school buddy of his. The two men laughed as Takahiro spun around to face him. Their dicks were brushing against each other’s legs. But they had been wrestling partners in school, so they were intimately familiar with each other’s bodies and felt totally comfortable. As they stood there chatting, naked, I noticed Yoshi had also run into someone he knew, but it didn’t look like they were enjoying each other’s company too much. They were like two fighters trying to intimidate each other before the match. Their noses were nearly touching as they stared into each other’s dark brown eyes. From the side, you could just about see light between their thick muscled bodies, but their dicks hung side by side and their black pubes were tangled together making it look like they share one thick bush. Takahiro saw what was going on and rushed over to Yoshi, throwing his arm across his chest and pulling him away. Yoshi resisted, but eventually turned around as Takahiro put his arm around his back and guided him back to the wall where our gear was.

The weigh-ins were wrapping up, so we all started suiting up. My jockstrap fell on the floor and got covered in pubic hair, but I figured that was inevitable with so many naked guys walking around and peeling off their clothes. Yoshi got up from lacing up his wrestling shoes and I could see several black wiry hairs clinging to his singlet. I gave him a slap on the ass for encouragement while trying to brush them away.

We made our way out into the gym, eager to get on the mat and kick some ass. Vasily was the first of our group to wrestle. We took our positions in his corner as he warmed up. His opponent was from the police department team. He was pretty well-built, but I thought Vasily could take him. The referee called them to the center of the mat to shake hands and then the whistle blew. Vasily quickly went in for a takedown, but his opponent sprawled and managed to pivot around to gain control. Yoshi was trying to coach Vasily as his opponent shoved his face into the mat. The ref blew his whistle and sent the wrestlers back to their corners. Vasily staggered off the mat looking sweaty and kind of beat up. Yoshi toweled him off as Takahiro and I each massaged one of his hairy legs. As the two locked up on the mat, Vasily suddenly got a good headlock and just threw the Japanese wrestler. The guy was stunned and let out a scream as he landed on his back. Vasily growled as he tightened his hold. He had him pinned. The ref slapped the mat as the Russian jumped to his feet and pumped his fist in the air as his beaten rival was left lying on the mat, defeated.

Next it was my turn. I peeled off my sweats and started psyching myself up. I looked across the mat to check out my opponent. He was a Japanese guy – a little younger than me and shorter, but he looked strong. But what most intimidated me about him was the size of the bulge in his old college wrestling singlet, which was obviously a little tight as he kept grabbing himself and pulling the lycra skin away from the head of his cock.

We came to the center of the mat and shook hands. The ref blew his whistle and we started to circle each other – locking up, pressing our heads together and then pushing each other away as we searched for an opening. He lunged at me in a fairly clumsy double-leg takedown attempt, but I sprang back so far that he missed it completely. I grabbed him in a front headlock and while he was still off balance, twisted him onto his back.

“Aaaggghhhh,” he screamed as I dragged my chest across his face and put my full weight on top of him. He flailed around trying to turn to his belly, but it was hopeless. The ref called the pin and I rolled off my opponent, came to my knees and flexed my muscles over him. I offered the guy my hand to help him up and he smiled a bit and gave me a pat on the back. His cock looked a little bit smaller as the ref raised my arm in victory, though.

Yoshi and Takahiro were scheduled to wrestle at the same time on different mats, so Vasily went to coach Takahiro as I stuck with my buddy Yoshi. The guy Yoshi was up against was the guy he had the staredown with in the lockerroom. He was a beast, so I was a little worried for Yoshi. It was like they were wrestling greco – they kept going for deep body locks so they could execute some spectacular throw. Both of them wanted not just to win, but to win decisively and humiliate the other guy. Yoshi’s opponent took him down and trying to make things uncomfortable by driving his index finger right up Yoshi’s ass as he groped for leverage. Yoshi cringed as his rectum took a beating, but the referee called them for stalling and brought them to their feet. As the whistle blew, Yoshi shot a perfect takedown and managed to get on his opponent’s back. I figured they would fight it out there for a while, but within half a second he had pivoted to his opponent’s side, latched on to his left arm and was putting him on his back. As he drove around, he planted his knees on either side of the guy’s head and then just lowered his hips down, shoving his balls right into his opponent’s face. The other guy was struggling to get out and began to let out a loud grunt, but that was instantly muffled as Yoshi’s junk pressed into his mouth. As the ref slapped the mat to declare Yoshi the winner, I heard some cheering coming from the opposite mat where Takahiro had his opponent’s shoulders pinned into the mat – his ass in the air as his legs twitched helplessly.

As the wrestling winded down and the awards were given out, we went back to the lockerroom to shower up. We all left our sweaty clothes in a pile and enjoyed a steamy shower together. What I didn’t know was that there was a door adjacent to the showers that actually led to a hot spring bath. So after washing up and rinsing off the soap, we opened the door and climbed naked up the stairs. There were actually several baths and they took up an entire floor. All the wrestlers from the tournament had come up there so it was pretty crowded. I noticed the guy I had beaten sitting on the edge of one of the baths and went over to say hello. His dick was like a coke can – very thick and he had big drooping balls. He grabbed my hand as I approached and I sat down next to him so close our wet bodies pressed against each other. He put his arm over my shoulder and told me that I was a very tough wrestler. I said he was too, but he said he had been very clumsy in our match and that we should try to wrestle again.

As we chatted, I noticed the guy Yoshi beat enter the room. He was accompanied by the two wrestlers who had been in his corner during the match. All three men were wet and naked as they surveyed the room full of bathing men. Yoshi noticed his rival and stood up in the bath. Water streamed off his penis as he made his way toward them. They all disappeared to a side room I hadn’t noticed before. I followed them with my new buddy close behind.

Yoshi’s beaten rival kneeled down in front of him as Yoshi shoved his still flaccid cock into his face. The two other men stood on either side, watching as the defeated wrestler stroked Yoshi till he was hard and then swallowed his dick, bobbing his head as Yoshi groaned with pleasure.

I looked at my friend and before I could ask what was going on, he explained that the loser of a championship match must give the winner anything he wants. And since pride was the most important thing for both of them, Yoshi had to take that from his fallen rival and humiliate him in front of his teammates.

After a long while of sucking, Yoshi withdrew his cock from his opponent’s mouth and told him to get in position. The big stud turned around and got down on all fours, with his ass cheeks spread toward Yoshi and his balls dangling between his muscular legs. The other two guys disappeared for a few seconds and returned with condoms and lube. One of them prepped the wrestler’s asshole, rubbing the lube around his hairy anus and then deep into his rectum. The other guy tore open the condom pack with his teeth, pulled it out and slipped it onto to Yoshi’s hardened dick.

Yoshi kneeled down and plunged his prick into the other wrestler, who let out a cry of pain as Yoshi grinned and began pumping his hips faster and faster. He leaned in further and grabbed his opponent by the hair, pulling his head back and asking him if he liked it. His teammates looked at the ground, while me and my buddy stood mesmerized.

Suddenly, Yoshi pulled his cock out of his opponent’s ass and told him to roll over on his back. Yoshi peeled off the dirty condom and flung it on the ground. He straddled the guy’s head and began jerking off, rubbing his balls in his face and dragging his wet sweaty ass across his nose and mouth. As he rubbed his cock more furiously he positioned himself back on his opponent’s chest and grabbed the head of his defeated rival. The guy’s face was squarely in front of Yoshi’s cock as he erupted, squirting warm semen everywhere. Yoshi sat back and looked down at the other wrestler lying there, humiliated, with his face covered in cum. Yoshi got up from the guy, who cringed and rolled over onto his side. His two teammates came over with a hand towel and tried to wipe some of the cum from his eyes.

As those guys took off, my friend turned to me. “You beat me today, so you can make me do whatever you want too, you know.”

I hadn’t realized it, but watching Yoshi have his way with that guy gave me a massive hard-on. So I put my hand on his head and pressed down. He sunk to his knees and put his face in my cock, rubbing his nose through my wet pubes as running his tongue around my balls. He tightened his lips around the head of my dick and pushed forward, swallowing my cock in a warm, wet tunnel. As he sucked and licked I felt myself close to cumming. I shoved my hands underneath his armpits and pulled him up so we were face to face. He came nearer and we pressed our lips against each other, shoving our tongues into each other’s mouths. He smelled like a mixture of sweat and soap and as we grappled with our mouths, our dicks pressed closer together. I spit into the palm of my hand and reached down to grab both our cocks, pumping my fist up and down until I let out a groan which he echoed and I could feel warm liquid gushing into my hand.

I gave him one more kiss and pulled away to go shower.

“See you next year for our rematch!” he said as we parted.

And I just winked at him as I turned my back and left the room.

Wrestling in Japan – Chapter 2

On Tuesday night I got to the gym a little late. I was meeting Yoshi, Takahiro and Vasily for a freestyle practice session before the open tournament we were planning to attend in Tokyo the following week. As I walked through the door, I could see Yoshi and Takahiro on the mat drilling takedowns. They paused to greet me as I came in.

“Sorry I’m late, I got stuck at the office a little longer than I had planned.”

“It’s OK, we just got here a little while ago,” Yoshi replied. Vasily is in the lockerroom getting changed.

“OK, I’ll go get changed, too – be right back.”

The lockerroom was warm and humid as there was nothing to block the steam from the showers coming into the rest of the room. I started to perspire a little as I placed my bag down on the bench. Vasily was standing naked in front of a locker with his back turned to me. He was older than the rest of us – late 40’s I guess, but he was in great shape. His chiseled pecs were covered with a thick layer of fur. In fact, he was hairy all over except for the sizable bald spot on the top of his head.

As I unzipped my bag he spun around, making his gigantic dick swing back and forth like a pendulum on a grandfather clock. If he weren’t so well hung, his cock would be lost in the thick carpet of pubic hair surrounding it.

“So you’re going to Tokyo with us?” has asked.

“Yeah, I’m trying to get in shape, so I figure I should start working out and wrestling more. Have you done much freestyle? I thought you were mostly into sambo,” I said.

“That’s what I’m best at, but when I was younger I wrestled freestyle and I want to try it again.”

Vasily pulled a jockstrap from his locker and after a few seconds of trying to figure out where the leg holes were, stepped into it and pulled it up to his waist. Then he grabbed a worn-out red singlet that looked like it was from the Soviet days and slid it on, pulling the straps over his shoulders where they settled into the mound of hair covering his muscular frame.

“Still fits,” he said proudly. “I’ve had this since I was about 18 years old.”

We shared a chuckle as I peeled off my underwear and fished my own jock out of my bag. I slipped it on and pulled my white lycra square-cuts over it.

“I’m not going to bother putting on a shirt. It’ll just get soaked anyway,” I said as shoved my bag in the locker and closed the door.
We both sat on the bench and laced up our wrestling shoes, then made our way out to the mat room.

Yoshi and Takahiro were still drilling takedowns, but as we emerged from the lockerroom they stopped.

“As soon as you guys get stretched out and warmed up let’s try some live matches. You and Vasily can go at it and I’ll ref.”

“OK,” Vasily and I replied in unison.

I was looking forward to wrestling Vasily, but I was also a little worried that he was a lot better than me and would totally humiliate me. I didn’t mind if he beat me, but I didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of the other guys.

After about 15 minutes of stretching and doing sprints, Vasily and I signaled to the other guys that we were ready to start and walked to the center of the mat. Yoshi went to find a whistle and jogged back with one around his neck. Yoshi had on his white fight shorts and purple wrestling shoes again and as usual, he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Vasily and I shook hands and got in our stances. Yoshi leaned between us and blew a short tweet on the whistle.

As we went to lock up, Vasily grabbed the back of my head with his left hand as I grabbed hold of his furry forearm, our other hands interlacing as we pushed each other around the mat. As Vasily lunged toward me, I shot a single leg, but he sprawled, grabbed me around my waist, fell to his knees and flipped me over.

This wasn’t going to be easy. I could feel his head pressed into my ass, his nose jutting in to the top of my butt crack. I fought to keep him underneath me, but he slid his head out and tried to get on top of me. I pushed back and before I knew it we were crashing into Takahiro, who was sitting on the edge of the mat. Yoshi blew his whistle, and told us to get up and start from the neutral position at the center of the mat.

We let go of each other and scrambled to our feet. Vasily walked ahead of me, his jockstrap waistband fully visible in his low-cut singlet. We faced each other again, but this time we were both much sweatier. Thy gym lights glinted off the hair on Vasily’s shoulders, making his rugged frame look like a lawn covered with dew.

Yoshi blew the whistle again and we circled each other. We had decided to wrestle with no breaks until one man pinned the other. I desperately wanted to win so I could prove myself to the other guys. I wanted to show that I was just as tough as they were.

Vasily tried a duck under, but I kept the upper hand and as he went down to his knees on the mat, I kept my left arm welded to his shoulder, pulled out to his side and anchored my right hand deep in his anus. I was really controlling him now. Vasily let out a short gasp as he felt my index finger work up into his asshole. Yoshi had a subtle grin on his face. And I got a rush of adrenaline, feeling like I was taking charge of this big Russian stud. I moved my right arm around his waist, mounted him and broke him down so his belly was flat on the mat. I managed a gut wrench and turned him over once, but he was too tough and was able to counter my leverage with his strength. Yoshi blew the whistle and brought us up to our feet again.

We were both pretty winded by this point and I really wanted a break, but that wasn’t going to happen.

The whistle blew again and we tied up. Vasily mashed his sweaty head into my cheek and tried to get a narrow grip on the back of my neck. He pulled my forehead into his shoulder and worked his right arm underneath my left arm, to position for a throw. I knew what was coming as he suddenly pivoted and shoved his hips into me. I let out a grunt as he pulled me over him. But Vasily was tired too and didn’t quite execute the move as he intended. Rather than land on my back with him on top of me, I was able to roll on my belly and even though he was in control, riding me, he didn’t get the pin.

Yoshi again brought us up to our feet and we tied up again. I managed to slide my right arm behind Vasily’s head so I had enough of a grip to try a throw of my own. Before Vasily knew what was happening, I twisted around, dragged his head down and slammed him to the mat. I kept him in a tight headlock as he squirmed around trying desperately to break free. He shoved his left forearm into my face in an effort to break the hold. My mouth was open slightly as I was panting for breath and I felt his arm hair rubbing against my lips. With the taste of Vasily’s sweat in my mouth, I rocked further on top of him and drove his face deep into my armpit. He looked completely stunned. A second ago we were on our feet, facing each other as equals, and now, he was lying helpless on the mat, making a futile effort to bridge out of the predicament.

His knees were bent and his back arched, his big cock nearly bursting through his singlet as he shoved his hips toward the ceiling. Yoshi flung himself onto his belly and shoved his face into the fray. His chin was on the mat as he strained to see if Vasily’s shoulders were pinned. I looked down at Vasily’s bulging eyes. My wet pit hair clung to his nose as he let out an angry groan. I cranked his head even tighter and bore down, letting out a short, deep grunt as Yoshi’s hand slid around the sweat-soaked mat to see if there was any space under Vasily’s shoulder. Suddenly Yoshi slapped the mat and blew the whistle.

I let go of Vasily and pumped my hand in the air. I felt such a rush. I had totally dominated him. Vasily rolled to his stomach and clutched his head. He was shocked he had lost. I jumped to my feet, but Vasily laid on the mat for a few more seconds – trying to make sense of what just happened. Finally, Yoshi helped him up, brought him to the center of the mat and raised my arm in victory. I turned to Vasily and wrapped both arms around him.

“You got me,” he said.

“Great match. I think you’re a lot stronger than I am, actually,” I observed.

I was also reminded that Vasily was more well-hung than I was as I felt his massive penis shove into mine as we hugged. Turning away from him I started walking to the edge of the mat. Vasily still had his arm around my shoulder and slapped my chest.

“You’re pretty good,” he said. “I underestimated you.”

“I think I just got lucky,” I replied, patting his ass a couple times as we both laughed.

I grabbed a handtowel from the table by the wall and settled down on the side of the mat. Then I noticed Yoshi and Takahiro pacing around.

“You gonna ref our match?” Yoshi asked.

All I really wanted to do was collapse on the edge of the mat and go to sleep, but the prospect of a close-up view of Yoshi and Takahiro going at it was too tempting to pass up, so I tossed my towel aside.

“Yup, just let me get a drink of water, be right there.”

I filled a cup full of water and poured it down my throat, intentionally tilting it a little too far so the cold liquid streamed down my chin and onto my chest, delivering an immediate cooling sensation. I chucked the cup in the trash and looked over at the mat where Yoshi and Takahiro were warming up. Takahiro was a bit bigger than Yoshi and looked like he had been chiseled out of stone. He was wearing a dark blue singlet with the gym logo on the back and black wrestling shoes. Unlike Yoshi, who had a slightly hairy chest and a treasure trail leading down from his belly button to his pubes, Takahiro was smooth from the waist up, his nipples like dark buttons on his hard pecs. He had broad, thick shoulders and a powerful back, but he had a somewhat hunched over appearance, like he was always getting ready to wrestle. His ears were so cauliflowered I wondered how he could actually hear out of them. They were mangled and swollen with tiny pinholes leading to his eardrums.

Yoshi was tough, but I didn’t see any way he was going to beat this guy.

I walked to the center of the mat and Yoshi handed me the whistle, still wet with his saliva. I gave a sharp blow on it and the two Japanese studs crashed into each other. Takahiro grabbed Yoshi’s left arm and shoved it down as he drove his head straight into Yoshi’s bare chest. Yoshi leaned in and flexed his pecs, rubbing his left nipple into Takahiro’s eye. Takahiro pulled back and then burst forward low with a double-leg takedown, sending Yoshi onto his ass with his arms wrapped around his opponent. Takahiro spun around, tilting Yoshi’s back onto the mat and breaking his grasp. Suddenly Yoshi was completely vulnerable. Takahiro was controlling his legs and all he could do was try to sit up and post his arms in back of him. Noticing an opening Takahiro threw his left arm around Yoshi’s head while his right arm shot up underneath Yoshi’s left armpit.

Knowing that Takahiro was about to finish him off, Yoshi snarled and swore in Japanese. He tried to turn on his belly, but Takahiro had the upper hand and propelled his musclebound frame on top of poor Yoshi.

I dived onto the mat to get a closer look at the action. Yoshi’s chin was getting shoved deep into Takahiro’s warm, wet armpit as the headlock tightened. Yoshi could barely breathe, but he was still fighting, reaching out with his right arm to try to push Takahiro off him. He almost succeeded, as he accidentally elbowed Takahiro in the balls while he was squirming around. Takahiro let out a yelp, but wasn’t too distracted. He had Yoshi pinned and I slapped the mat and blew the whistle.

Takahiro sat up and leaned back, looking down at Yoshi who threw his arms back behind his head and scowled. Takahiro grabbed his hand and yanked up his beaten adversary and I raised his arm in victory.

The two wrestlers shook hands and bowed slightly. Takahiro peeled the straps of his singlet off his shoulders so they dangled at his sides. I draped an arm around each man’s shoulder and walked with them off the mat.

“Man, you guys stink. Let’s hit the showers,” I said.

The four of us made our way into the locker room and stripped off our damp, smelly gear. I stopped at the urinal to take a piss while the other guys lined up in a row, turned on the showers and began to lather up. As I joined them, Vasily was telling a story about some of the ways he and his buddies used to try to humiliate their opponents back in Russia.

“There was this one guy I used to wrestle a lot – a real prick – thought he was an Olympic gold medalist or something. This one time he came out no the mat and gave me this smirk when we shook hands – like he thought he was gonna kick my ass. But that just pissed me off and so I got him on his back and I knew I had him pinned, but I wanted to really rub it in. We were right at the edge of the mat and all his teammates were just a few inches a way yelling at him to get off his back. My legs were out to the side, but I spun around on his chest and spread my knees out on either side of his head, then I lowered myself down onto his face and gave him a nice faceful of balls to look at while I pinned him. Then as soon as the ref slapped the mat I sat up, turned toward his teammates and flexed – with my balls still hanging in the guy’s face. His whole team was so pissed off – they were screaming their heads off, but there was nothing illegal about it and I just gave them this shit-eating grin. It was great!”

“That’s awesome,” I said. “You should show me how to do that sometime.”

“I’ll show you right now. Rinse off and let’s go out to the mat,” Vasily suggested.

“I don’t want to put on my sweaty clothes again,” I said.
“Well, no one is out there, we don’t need to put on any clothes.”

He was right. We were the only ones at the gym and no one could see anything from street level. I agreed. So we toweled off and made out way out of the lockerroom.

Yoshi and Takahiro followed, wrapped their towels around their waists and sat at the edge of the mat and watched as Vasily and faced each other naked.

“OK, get down on all fours and I’ll turn you over,” Vasily ordered. I lowered myself on the mat, feeling a cooling sensation on my still-moist anus as I spread my ass cheeks apart. My balls swung to and fro as I shifted my weight. Vasily crouched down and grabbed my legs out from under me, twisting me over and onto my back. Before I had a chance to even focus I felt his hairy chest pressing into mine, his firm nipples grinding into me. I convulsed on the mat, hoping to turn myself over, but Vasily was already pivoting and the next thing I knew, his furry scrotum was draped over my face.

“Aaagghhh,” I groaned, as Vasily’s pubic hair bristled on my tongue as I opened my mouth. I could hear the other guys laughing as I strained to knock Vasily off my, my dick flopping around as I bucked my hips up and down. The big, hairy Russian drove his knees right into my shoulders, which sunk as far as they could into the mat. I heard someone slap the mat to call the pin – like that was even necessary. Vasily then slid his pelvis further down my face, His ballsack spread out over my chin allowing his testicles to drop down on either side. I thought I would get some relief, but quickly realized that he was now rubbing my nose into his anus. It was bad enough that he was doing it at all, but Yoshi and Takahiro were watching. Vasily was really getting his revenge for our practice match. I could smell the lingering scent of soap mixed with a musky odor as Vasily put more weight on my head.

“You like that?” he asked mockingly.

He was smothering me so much all I could get out was some muffled swear words.

Suddenly, Yoshi leaped up from the edge of the mat and rushed Vasily, knocking him off me. His towel fell from his muscled hips as he wrapped both his legs around Vasily’s right leg and reached over to grab the Russian’s left leg. Then I realized what Yoshi was about to do – he was slapping on a splade – a humiliating way to pin a guy. In a split second Yoshi had turned Vasily onto his back, spreading his legs wide apart. All you could see was Vasily’s head, poking out over his balls while his asshole pointed up at the lights.

Takahiro and I just sat there in awe of how well Yoshi executed the move. “Whoa! What a stud!” I said as Yoshi grinned back at us, firmly in control of the helpless Russian. Vasily could just about suck his own dick he was wrapped up so tight.

“You had enough?” Yoshi asked the big Russian bear.”

“Mmmpphhh …. Yeah, you win, let me out of this,” Vasily pleaded.

“I’ll let you out if you can touch your dick with your tongue,” Yoshi said as he squeezed his opponent tighter.

“I can’t. I can’t reach it!” Vasily yelled.

“You’ll be able to if you get a hard-on,” Takahiro offered, smiling.

Takahiro obviously had something in mind. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me over to the tangled pile of men on the mat. We knelt down in front of Vasily’s ass and Yoshi squeezed him more so his head was propped up and he could see us. Takahiro brought his lips to mine and we began kissing. Our mouths became a wrestling mat as our tongues grappled for the upper hand. As our dicks hardened we began to jerk each other off. I pulled my face away from Takahiro for a moment to look down at Vasily. He was getting turned on watching us go at it.

“Suck your dick!” Yoshi ordered, and the Russian tried to comply. He was hard enough so he could lick the tip of it, but he couldn’t go much further.

Takahiro and I were about ready to cum, so we positioned our cocks right above Vasily’s balls. Takahiro grabbed my head and shoved it into his left nipple. I sucked on it furiously and the Japanese muscle stud let out a grown as his hot, thick man milk gushed out, landing in big globs on Vasily’s hairy balls. The sight of Takahiro’s spunk dripping from his cock sent me over the edge and I blew my wad all over Vasily’s dick. Takahiro grabbed the Russian’s tool and pumped up and down till Vasily erupted – his cum flying right in his own face.

Seeing that, Yoshi let go of the spladle and tended to his own hard on. He straddled Vasily’s head and shot his load onto the Russian’s furry chest.

We all fell down on the mat, totally spent. But Vasily jumped up for a bit of revenge and tackled Yoshi, smearing semen all over him.

“Okay, Okay,” Yoshi said. Sorry I spladled you.

“No hard feelings,” Vasily replied.

“Okay, guys, I gotta get going, let’s wipe down the mat and hit the showers again.”

We’d learned some new moves that night, but I wasn’t sure if we could really use any of them at the freestyle tournament we were going to.

Wrestling in Japan – Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I had been in Osaka for about a year and was taking some submission wrestling classes at a nearby gym. I had done a little wrestling in high school, but submission style was a little different. At first it was hard to feel comfortable with my back on the mat – the thing you are supposed to avoid at all costs in high school wrestling.

My usual sparring partner was Yoshi, one of the few English speakers in the class. Yoshi was about my height, 5’ 10”, but was a little heavier because he was solid muscle. He had short black hair, dark eyes and a square jaw. His ears were cauliflowered from years of grappling and wrestling with no headgear, which is common in Japan.

One night, Yoshi and I had been going at it for a while when I let my high school wrestling instincts take over and positioned myself with my belly on the mat. Yoshi went in for the kill. Straddling me from behind, he slid his right arm under my chin and drove his left underneath my sweaty armpit. I tried to slide my hand up between his forearm and my neck to block him, but he had it sunk in too tight. He constricted and shoved his wet spiky hair into my cheek as his warm breath lapped my ear. He grunted slightly as I gurgled and gasped for breath. I could feel myself starting to pass out as I slapped the mat frantically and admitted defeat.

Suddenly I could breathe again. Yoshi rolled off me, did a backward somersault and squatted on the mat. I was completely exhausted – out of breath and a little light-headed. I needed a few seconds to recover as I lifted my head out of the puddle of sweat and saliva that had formed on the mat. I turned onto my side to face Yoshi. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower – soaking wet and a little red. A droplet of sweat beaded up on his left nipple and fell to the mat like a raindrop. His white, square-cut fight shorts were almost transparent, giving away the clear outline of his jockstrap with its ribbed pouch and thick waistband.

Summoning all the strength I could manage, I sat up. “Good match, buddy. You’re a stud,” I said. Yoshi smiled slightly and snorted. I’m not sure he knew what I meant by “stud” but he seemed to take it as a compliment. “I think I’m done for the night.” I added.

“Yeah, me too,” he said as he stood up and started pacing around with his hands on his hips.

Yoshi leaned down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up to my feet. He gave me a friendly pat on the back as I jokingly raised his hand above his head to show that he had won, and we headed off toward the lockerroom.

One thing that always struck me about the Japanese is how casual they are about nudity. Public hot spring baths are very popular and people seem to be very comfortable being naked. The gym lockerroom was basically one big split-level room. One side had lockers and a bench and the other side had half a dozen shower heads on the wall.

Yoshi opened his locker, sat down on the bench and unlaced his purple wrestling shoes. He took off his socks and placed them in his locker. Then he stood up and peeled off his sweat-soaked shorts, folding them neatly. As Yoshi bent down to place his shorts on the bench, I noticed how hairy his legs and his butt were. His jockstrap was still cradling his balls, and with as his ass cheeks spread wide open, his anus came into view.

I was enjoying it too much and was worried I would start to get an erection, so I turned around and tried to think of something that would cool me down. It seemed to be working, so I felt confident enough to strip off my own shorts and underwear. Just then Yoshi turned toward me and asked me if I would be interested in competing in a freestyle wrestling tournament in Tokyo next month. I pivoted to face him and saw that he had pulled off his jock so he was completely naked.

“It’s an open tournament for older guys. Most of them just wrestle as a hobby – for exercise, so don’t worry if you are out of practice,” he said.

“A few other guys will come along to represent the gym. We even have some team singlets. It’s just for a weekend. We’ll go Friday night and come back Sunday night.”

It was a persuasive argument. Especially because it would mean sharing a room with Yoshi, whose thick, hairy cock was pointed right at me.

“Umm… OK, sounds good. So who else is coming?”

“The big guy, Takahiro – he’s 120 kg — and the Russian guy, Vasily, he’s 96kg. I guess you and I will wrestle at the same weight class. Maybe we will have to wrestle each other!”

As he chuckled, his penis bounced up and down a little and mine started to stiffen. I started to scratch my balls a little so my arm would hide my dick more and I walked toward the showers. Yoshi followed, telling me that the hotel we would stay at in Tokyo would be Japanese style – just a room full of tatami mats with shared bathroom and bathing facilities. “There will be a lot of other wrestlers staying there too. It’ll be nice because after wrestling all day we can all soak in the hot spring bath and meet some of the other guys.”

It sounded good to me.

As we turned on the showers I reached for the soap dispenser and realized mine was empty. I was going to just switch to another shower, but Yoshi told me to use his dispenser.

I stepped over into his shower area and pumped the soap out into my hand. Yoshi was massaging shampoo into his hair and the foam was streaming down his face onto his chest and dripping off his cock. As I gathered the soap in the palm of my hand my right ass cheek slid against his dick. Instantly, I felt more pressure on my ass as his penis sprang to life. I rocked back and forth as his slippery rod became fully erect.

Suddenly I worried that someone would come in and see what was going on. The whole lockerroom was open and there were two other guys in the gym. Just then, I heard a deep grunt, a loud groan and a massive thud, which could only be the sound of one man slamming another into the mat. They must be going at it pretty hard, it thought, so I figured that we could do the same in the shower.

I took my handful of soap and rubbed it under Yoshi’s cock, working up a thick lather as he jutted his hips in and out. I took another handful and moved behind him, working my soapy hand between his legs and under his balls, then moved higher between his ass cheeks and into his anus. Yoshi didn’t let me get too far into his asshole, though. Instead he turned around, placed his hand at the base of my head and pushed. He wanted me on my knees, so I went down till his cock was right in my face. The lather had been rinsed off so there was just water streaming through his black bush and around his stiff penis.

I opened my mouth and swallowed his shaft, prompting a groan from Yoshi that was nearly as loud as the groans coming from the wrestlers outside the lockerroom. I cupped his dick in my tongue and pushed my nose into his wet pubes. Finding some soapy lather on his ass, I lubricated my hand and started pumping my own cock. I knew I couldn’t hold it in too much longer, since I was living out a fantasy, so I sucked deep and hard so Yoshi would cum when I did. But he closer to losing it than I had thought and just then he let out a powerful grunt as a rush of warm, salty liquid filled my mouth. That pushed me over the edge and squirted out semen all over Yoshi’s feet.

With that, reality came rushing back. I jumped to my feet, grabbed some soap from the dispenser and moved back under my own shower head. We both finished showering in silence, turned off the water and walked back to the lockers.

As we toweled off and put on clean clothes, Yoshi started talking about wrestling again.

“So Tuesday night, you want to practice some freestyle with the other guys,” he asked, as if nothing had just happened.

“Sure, what time?” I replied, also as if nothing had just happened.

“8 o’clock?”

“Sounds good. I think I need all the practice I am going to get if I am gonna wrestle in an actual tournament.”

Then we gathered up our gym bags and walked back out into the matroom.

The two guys we had heard in the showers were done wrestling and were sitting on the mat stretching.

As we walked outside, Yoshi told me he had fun working out with me.

“Yeah, me too,” I said. “I’m looking forward to the wrestling tournament.”

“Yeah,” Yoshi replied. And with a slight smile, he added: “I think you’ll like the other guys, too.”