“Ever wrestle before?”
It was an odd question to come out of nowhere from someone I had just barely got to
know. I stopped walking and looked down at my skinny frame for a moment, then back to
the face of my college schoolmate.
“Are you kidding?” I replied, laughing. “Do I look like a wrestler to you?”
Perry, who really wasn’t that much bigger than me physically, chuckled and rolled his eyes.
“Okay, not really. But I thought I’d ask because you and I are kinda the same size, and I’m
needing to get some wrestling practice.”
“You’re on the wrestling team?” I asked Perry, maybe a bit too surprised, as I looked him
over.
“No, but my brother said I should try out because I’m tall for my weight and I might do okay
in that weight class. And I thought that someone skinny like you might be a good way to
find out if I might have a chance.”
‘Someone skinny like you’. I don’t know, but I think Perry actually meant that as a
compliment. He and I had known each other for maybe three weeks now and we were
becoming closer friends. I wasn’t sure how close, but I wanted to get closer. It’s just not
easy to blurt out of nowhere to another guy that you’d love to suck his dick without
knowing if he will say yes, run away, or punch you in the mouth.
But this was still a little odd. Still, I figured that this would be my opportunity to feel my
friend out, so to speak. I admit that the thought of rolling around on the floor with Perry was
making my dick stir in anticipation.
“What the hell,” I said. “Why not?”
The next evening I drove to the address Perry had written down for me. It was a duplex
that he and his brother rented, only about a mile from the college, so I walked the distance.
I didn’t really have any wrestling ‘uniform’, so I was just wearing some running shorts and a
t-shirt. In fifteen minutes I had made the trip and was knocking on the door.
Perry answered the door clad only in a pair of boxers. He was lean but toned, with virtually
no hair on his torso, save for a faint trail that ran down from his navel and disappeared into
his shorts. The sudden sight of him like that excited me so much that I would have happily
dropped to my knees and gobbled down his dick right there in the doorway if he asked.
I didn’t realize how much I had been staring at him until he said, “Dude, if you want to see
more, you’ll have to come inside.”
See more? I wasn’t sure how to take his remark, but I shrugged it off and stepped in. Once
inside, I was greeted by a well-muscled hunk emerging from the kitchen. He was about
6’1″, and about 210 pounds or so. If anyone looked like a wrestler in this place at the
moment, it was this guy.
“Chad,” said Perry, “this is my good friend from school I told you about.”
Pleasantly surprised to learn that I had been upgraded to ‘good friend’, I reached out and
shook Chad’s meaty hand.
“So, you’re gonna help my little brother see if he’s a wrestler or not, huh?” asked Chad. His
tone sounded genuine; not demeaning or dismissive.
“Yeah, I guess,” I said, silently trying to size up Perry with his much bigger brother. “But I
gotta tell you I’m not much of a wrestler.”
“No prob,” said Chad with a wave of his hand. “Neither is Perry. Tonight’s just about basic
moves. It’s for fun.”
I had to admit that the thought of writhing around nearly naked with another good-looking
guy definitely sounded like fun to me. My only real concerns would be just how badly I
would wrestle and whether or not I’d get a tell-tale hard-on while in close bodily contact
with my friend. Either one would be pretty embarrassing.
I had to also admit that Perry’s older brother was one hot-looking guy in his tank top and
tight shorts. Chad had certainly gotten the lion’s share of muscles in the family.
“He’s as big as both of us.”
“Huh?” I said, startled at Perry’s remark.
“I said that Chad is as big as both you and I put together,” repeated Perry.
I hadn’t realized that I was staring, but it was evident Perry had read my thoughts there. I
wondered if Perry also read the thought that I’d happily do his brother, too? Fantasies,
fantasies…
A couple minutes later we were standing in the small living room. All of the furniture (what
little there actually was) had been pushed to the walls. In the center was a 10-foot square
inflatable kiddie pool, resting on a number of what appeared to be furniture moving
blankets. The Ring of Death, it wasn’t.
Seeing that I seemed slightly overdressed compared to Perry, I stripped myself of my
shoes, and then my shirt, all the while under the watchful eyes of the brothers. Nothing
was said, but the silence hinted that maybe I also needed to take off the running shorts.
Perry and I stepped into the ‘ring’ and faced each other, semi-embarrassed grins on our
faces. I think we both stole glances at each others’ underwear-shielded bulges as we
stood there, which made me wonder if Perry might have somehow read my thoughts at
some time before.
“Remember guys,” said Chad, breaking the awkward silence, “you don’t have to fight.
You’re not trying to hurt each other. You’re just trying to get used to how you make physical
I took a chance and for a brief moment opened my mouth and let Perry’s dick fall into it,
careful not to let my teeth come in contact with the delicate skin. I wrapped my lips around
it and was suddenly in heaven. Perry drew his hips back a little bit and I feared that I might
have angered him with my bold, sexual move until he actually thrust his hips and face-
fucked my mouth for a few brief strokes. I then felt his tongue lick the head of my tool a
couple strokes. I was ready to take this thing all the way, but the thought of actually
sucking off Perry in front of his older, macho brother made me rethink it.
Perry pulled his sweet rod from my mouth and spun around, the baby oil offering
absolutely no means of resistance as his head easily slipped from between my legs. He
lurched up and grabbed my body as he straddled my hips, bringing us face-to-face once
more. Perry’s erect pole poked against my stomach as my cock slipped between his legs
when Perry clamped his thighs together around it.
At that moment wrestling literally turned into fucking as my cock slid back and forth within
the slippery crotch of my handsome friend. I thrust my hips upwards, driving my dick in the
slick crevice and feeling it reach open air as the head slipped all the way past his thin
thighs and the upper side of my tool rubbed at the crack of Perry’s butt. I briefly wondered
what that much have looked like to Chad, who still hadn’t said a word when the match
turned openly sexual, but right now I didn’t care what he might think.
Perry’s legs let go of my prick before I reached the point of orgasm and with a few more
almost-wrestling moves he had me rolled over face down and was on my back, pinning me
face down. I tried to push up and maybe throw Perry off of me, but there was no way I
could get enough of a purchase with my hands to do so. We were still writhing and
grinding, the wrestling forcing Perry’s steel cock deeper between the cheeks of my ass.
Before I knew it, the head of Perry’s cock had somehow located my ass hole and seemed
to poke and probe my anus until with a single, dedicated thrust, Perry’s rock hard pole slid
easily into my receptive rectum.
There was no hint of wrestling now, it was fucking, pure and simple. Perry was taking long,
deliberate strokes, working his cock deeper and deeper into my ass with each thrust. I
began meeting his pelvic pumping with a rocking motion of my own. Perry then pulled on
me and I let my body flow with him until Perry was on his back, and I was sitting on him
with his cock forced to the hilt in my aching rectum. Perry’s dick never slipped from my ass
in the move that now had me upright and facing away from him and he didn’t miss a single
glorious stroke in the move.
It took some effort with the slick vinyl beneath my knees, but I started to bob my body on
Perry’s fuck pole, closing my eyes and reveling in the sensation of his member drilling into
my intestines. Perry reached around with a hand and began to jack off my meat, the baby
oil making the motions smooth and wonderful.
When I opened my mouth to catch a deep breath and inhaled a musky make scent as
flesh touched my lips. I opened my eyes to find Chad, just as naked as Perry and me,
holding an incredible man-sized hard-on in his hand. He placed a hand on my head to
steady and quickly fed his massive tool into my open mouth. Chad rocked his pelvis,
fucking my welcoming mouth while Perry arched his hips upward and drove his dick as
deep as possible into me from below while still masturbating me.
I was now the sexual connecting point between the two brothers, their delicious rods being
driven into me from both directions. Every sexual fantasy I had ever conjured in my mind
could never compare to the bliss I was now feeling as my body was literally filled with
cock.
Suddenly, Chad and Perry began to moan as their fucking motions became erratic. Moans
turned into howls as I felt a warmth saturating my intestines, followed immediately by a
flood of semen erupting into my mouth while Chad held my head in check. I swallowed as
best I could, sucking down the salty fluid just on the verge of choking. At the same
moment, Perry’s lubricated strokes of my own throbbing tool finally took me to a sweet,
needed climax that made my guts tighten to the point of nearly expelling Perry’s dick from
my ass and my cock exploded with streams of cum that didn’t seem to want to subside.
A few moments later we were all sitting in the kiddie pool wrestling ring, our heads resting
against an inflated side, catching our breath while absentmindedly fondling each others
spent members when Perry said, “We gotta do this again.”
“Any time Donny is willing,” sighed Chad.
“That would be any time,” I chimed in, feeling satisfied beyond words.
