...over the next month ....Tauranga is 30mins on a plane from Auckland or 3.5 hrs driving...
A week ago I was in New York. I went partly, of course, because who would not be excited by a trip to New York ... but partly because of WrestleFest. Personally, as I have already described, I had a great time meeting just a few friends and, otherwise, enjoying New York. Others in the same hotel (the Pennsylvania Hotel on 7th Avenue directly opposite Madison Square Gardens so really, really central) seem to have had full "fight cards", meeting multiple opponents each day.
Few MF members can have been unaware that it was happening last weekend: match requests seemed to focus on New York. Blog entries too (including my own description of my stay in New York - many thanks for all the nice comments) seemed to focus on New York and WrestleFest.
Here in the UK Manchester seems to be the place where there are most meetings. For me, however, the attraction of the NY WrestleFest was that all arrangements/meetings could be private. I'm sorry but I'm not brave enough to appear in a public group (even, for instance, at one of my friend John's Manchester meetings).
The MEETINGS facility seems to have disappeared from our site so maybe I'm too late.
But would it not be possible to set up something similar to NY WrestleFest here in London?
1. We'd need a suitable hotel: central, cost-effective. I suggest that a chain of basic hotels might be suitable. I won't mention the name of the chain here but if booked in good time the rates are OK - and they provide a decent full breakfast ... which is better than the Hotel Pennsylvania managed! Sad that the Regent Palace Hotel no longer exists: that would have been perfect, an exact London equivalent of the NY Penn Hotel.
2. If the "Meetings" facility on this site has been withdrawn, we'd need to find an alternative method of showing an up-to-date list of who has signed up.
London WrestleFest: WHY DO THIS?
A friend of mine, well known and respected on this site, recently came to London for the weekend and there was immediate interest from people who might not otherwise have been able to meet him as he lives too far away to make a meeting practicable.
Might other fighters, from the UK maybe, from Europe, maybe from even further afield, come to London for a weekend, if they/you felt (as I did in New York) that you might be able to meet, efficiently and easily, LOTS of wrestlers you really want to meet and all in the same place/weekend?
Is this a mad idea? TELL ME!
It's been a full year I've been on this site...and what a year it has been. I'd been interested in wrestling for years now, but never really knew how to get started in it all. There never seemed to be any adult wrestling gyms or clubs where ever I had lived; and every other google search rendered something I wasn't really that interested in. Once I was introduced to MeetFighters, my curiosity and interest were finally coming together.
Despite being on here for a full year, I've only had a handful of matches. Life gets busy, and I totally get that. We all have things going on in our lives that may often take precedence over trying something new. Work, family, and everything in between. I was also pretty nervous about a lot of it, too. Having no training at all, I was really nervous about so many things. How does a match even start? Was I going to get hurt? Would I inadvertently hurt someone else? Was there some kind of expectation for something beyond wrestling that I wasn't interested in? How do you even start up a conversation about it all?
All those questions (and more) were answered in such a manner that has astounded me. I honestly had no idea a community like this even existed; and the idea that so man men out there are interested in wrestling of all different types is, to me, amazing. And ever since my first match, I felt hooked. I was sore for days afterwards...but it was so worth it. Learning about holds, different techniques, things to avoid, things to try, and being able to let my inner competitiveness out were all satisfied beyond what I ever could have imagined. The guys I've wrestled have all kicked my ass; but I had so much fun with it. Comfortable, respectful, good men who share the same draw to the sport as I do have shown me that wrestling can be much more than just a tussle between two men...but an experience of male bonding that not much else compares to. And after each match, a solid hand shake or bear hug of respect.
I'm a pretty introverted kinda guy, but wrestling has helped me "come out of my shell", even just a little bit; and for that I thank the men (and this website!) who helped me get there. I did have one kind of bad/awkward experience that left me feeling really confused (and out sixty bucks); but like all things in life you learn from your experiences and move on. And, as luck would have it, I'm slightly injured (unrelated to wrestling) right now, but hoping to heal soon and hit the mats much more. My only regret? Not having done any of this sooner in life.
Army beats Marines, 30-3, sweeping all gold medals to win 16th straight Armed Forces Greco-Roman title.
Wow, it has finally happened! I had dreamed about it for years: having a muscle worship experience in real life.
Let me give you some background information first: until 3 years ago, I was very skinny and admired big, muscular guys. However, being skinny myself, I was only able to see such guys when I took out my wallet and paid them to flex for me on cam. After several years this no longer was very satisfactory for me. I wanted the real thing!
So 3 years ago, I made an important change. I joined a local gym and started working out. At first, just once a week, but soon I wanted more. A year later, I started training at least 3 times a week with a personal trainer. This really boosted my progression! I really love the changes in my body: my chest started getting bigger and bigger, and until now I have added 8 centimetres (more than 3 inches) to my arms. People noticing my getting more muscular make me feel very confident about my body, too.
Being muscular helps to attract guys I learned after I had joined a gay dating app. One day, a guy who was 10 years younger sent me a message, complimenting me on my body. He had a quite decent body himself: not as muscular as mine, but he clearly had been visiting the gym regularly himself. Soon, we discovered we both had been fantasising about having fun with another muscular guy. He made it very clear he’d love to feel my muscles, test my abs, and so on. It goes without saying that we really wanted to meet!
When I was on the train, on my way to my very first muscle worship date, I felt very excited: tonight, it would finally happen! And the great thing was: it was *me* who was getting worshiped. After I got off the train, I walked to the parking lot following his directions (he would pick me up there). Indeed, there was the car he had described to me, the engine running and the lights turned on. My heart was pounding in excitement when I walked towards the car…
Shortly before opening the door I peeked inside the car and immediately recognised the guy who'd be worshiping me soon. He had good looks–actually, he reminded me a bit of Clark Kent haha. We shaked hands and I sat down in his car. It felt a little weird at first, to meet someone who I'd be doing some great things with for the first time. But soon I started to relax during the ride to his appartment. It was a short drive, 5 minutes or so.
After we had parked the car we walked towards his appartment. He lived at the top (13th floor I think it was) floor, on a corner of the building. The elevator brought us to his place quickly. Inside, we took off our shoes and coats (it had been quite cold outside). I was only wearing a tight red shirt under my coat, by the way. I just knew I’d be looking good with my arms and chest stretching the shirt haha.
We walked towards his living room and sat down on the couch. Of course we had something to drink and started chatting a little to get used to each other a little more. I had noticed he had some pretty big arms himself and made a comment about it. He liked the compliment and gave me one in return. That gave me the opportunity to tell how much my arms had grown since I had started working out a few years ago.
After 10 minutes or so, we decided it was about time to check out and prepare his bathroom. We’d do the worshiping there, because of course there was a mirror. :-) His bathroom was pretty big, plenty of space to stand before his mirror and washbasin. It was nice and warm in there, and soon it would become much warmer haha. I had brought 10 little candles to get a nice kind of lighting, so we put these everywhere in his bathroom and lit them. Also, while he was away to change into something more comfortable :-) I changed my shirt: for the occasion I had bought a nice tight black shirt that I had prepared just a little bit: invisible from the front side, I had made a little cut so it would be easy to rip the shirt… I also put a big bottle of oil on the washbasin.
As we had discussed beforehand, I took position in front of the mirror, put my right arm sideways and flexed my arm to make my biceps and triceps as hard as I could. Then the door opened and he entered, wearing only his boxer short…
He had told me beforehand that it was going to be his first time to worship someone. That had made me wondering: wouldn’t he be too shy for this? Very soon I found out that this was not the case at all. When seeing me standing there, holding my flexed arm sideways, he immediately came standing next to me and grabbed my biceps with both of his hands. Man, the feeling of his warm hands squeezing my biceps made me rock hard instantly. This felt so GOOD! It was like we were fighting a little: him squeezing my arm harder and harder, and me flexing even harder to resist his firmer grip. Soon, a one biceps flex turned into a double biceps flex, and he came standing behind me to grab them both. I was still wearing my jeans at that moment but I could feel he was enjoying this as much as I was: he didn’t mind (and neither did I) to press his hard dick to my butt. After the double biceps pose we also did some other poses so he could check out my triceps too. All this went on for several minutes, and I was in heaven already!
Then, when he wasn’t able to resist the urge anymore, he came standing behind me once again and started to feel my pecs that I instantly flexed as hard as I could. He clearly liked my pecs, because he started feeling them and gave them a few punches too. Then his hands went down to reach my abs. I was still wearing my shirt of course, but by flexing them hard he was able to feel them. By his moaning I knew he liked what he felt hehe. After a while, his hands went up again, all the way up to the collar of the tight black T shirt I was wearing. He grabbed the collar with both of his hands and with one movement he tore my shirt until just below my pecs. Wow, that was hot! I could now see myself standing there, with my two pecs and nipples clearly visible (and my abs were still hidden under the lower part of the shirt).
This turned him on also, and again he started worshiping my chest by squeezing them hard and giving them a few punches. I was flexing my pecs while he was punching them, and let the tension go a little when he wanted to feel and squeeze the muscle in his hands. He also noticed my nipples that were hard from excitement and played a little with them with his hands (that made me even hornier!).
Then, suddenly, he grabbed the lower part of my shirt and tore the rest of the shirt. So now I was standing there, with the torn open shirt hanging from my shoulders. I immediately flexed my abs, so he could check out my sixpack. He really liked to feel them, one by one, slowly going down. Also, as we had agreed, he would punch my abs (and chest again). Wow, I really enjoyed that! Of course I would feel his fists hitting my flexed abs, but the pain felt so good. I also liked seeing myself in the mirror, while he was working me over with has fists. I wanted to take out my dick, but I had to wait a little longer for that. He stopped punching me and reached out to grab the bottle with oil…
When I saw him grabbing the bottle of oil, I just knew I was going to experience something really good. I let the now completely torn shirt fall down from my shoulders on the floor. Also, we both took off our boxer shorts. That felt good, having my cock out! I was hard as a rock and by his moaning sound I knew he liked what he saw, too. His cock was very big too: about the same length and also thick.
He opened the bottle as I started with flexing my biceps sideways again. Beforehand, I had already told him that I liked him to use as much oil as possible. So he poured a big load of oil onto my upper arm and started rubbing it all over my flexed biceps and triceps. Wow, his warm hands felt so GOOD there! While I flexed my arm as hard as I could, he tried to squeeze my muscles as hard as possible.
After enjoying our ‘arm wrestle’ for a while, he did the same with my other arm. Of course my chest was next. For this, he stood behind me. While I felt his warm hard cock pressing against my ass he poured a lot of oil on my chest and started rubbing in the oil onto my pecs. Wow, this felt so GOOD again! Seeing myself in the mirror, my muscles all shiny from the oil and his hands going all over them was incredibly hot also. With my pecs the same ‘fight’ occurred: my flexing them, and him trying to squeeze them hard.
After a while, he went down with his hands to worship my abs. Also with oil of course, so he poured some more oil on my abs first. My six-pack abs looked amazing now, with the oil all over them. He clearly liked my abs, feeling them one by one while I flexed them for him.
Next he poured some oil on his right hand and grabbed my big hard cock. While he kept pressing his big cock against my ass he used one hand to feel and squeeze my chest and left arm muscles. With his right hand he started jacking off my cock. This was by far the best thing that had ever happened to me! Seeing him worshiping my oiled up body in the mirror, knowing how much he enjoyed doing this by feeling his warm hard cock pressed against my ass and lower back and also the feeling he was giving to my cock was so fucking hot. After a while he noticed I was not able to hold myself much longer and encouraged me to cum: “C’mon muscleboy, shoot your cum—I want to see you cum!”. So I let go and began shooting loads of cum while he kept jacking me off. Wow!
Because he had been such a great worshiper of course he deserved to shoot his own cum too. As we had agreed on before, he stood before me (facing me) and I carried him from the floor (he wrapped his legs around mine to stay up there). His hard cock was trapped now, between his abs and mine. While I continued lifting him, I walked towards the mirror so he could see himself while I was holding him in my strong arms. Knowing he wanted me to do that, I started squeezing him between my arms, grabbing him really tight now. He started moaning now, and began thrusting his cock against my abs. He must have been extremely horny already, because after a little while he already began shooting his load between our bodies. Breathing heavily both of us now (him from cumming, me from continuously carrying him), I released my grip and gently let him stand on the floor again.
So there you are: this was my first real life muscle worship experience. :-)
I am going to my first independent wrestling show tomorrow. The best part it's only 15 minutes from my apartment. I'm excited.
Hope that my personal and specific events has some universal resonance.
Now, I was thinking of hanging up my Speedos for good a little while ago. Nothing to do with this site or the people on it - I'd have still stayed as have lots of good mates on here that I like chatting too as much as trying to make them tap.I'd have been less active. It felt like the thrill had gone. I hadn't worked it out of my system but after the matches and on the train home I was being to feel less happy.
Why's that? I hear no-one cry, Did you not enjoy yourself?
Well yes, I did. I had a great time but after a period of time on the site, and after the amount of opponents I have had, I began to think people might expect more from me. I'm not a newbie after all.
"So how many matches you won then? I beat so-and-so, they were easy, did you get them to tap?"
I've began to notice that competitiveness was being to creep into people's conversation with me. As if this site was a league, and people were trying to put me into it. Was I top of the league? Was I a Stoke - middle of the table just milling about? Was I a Sunderland - no-one sure what I was doing here in the top leagues? Or was I a Leicester - champion once but sliding down into oblivion?
I was beginning to feel a pressure that yes, I should be winning. I should be doing better. Not improving, but just better. Suddenly something that was me turning up and doing my best and having fun doing it was becoming something else.
I was back to being the school kid again dreading sports because as my then undiagnosed dyspraxia would mean I'd just be a disappointment. On the train back from wrestling matches, I could hear the patronising tones of my PE teacher saying, " well at least you tried and didn't trip over, so that's a success"
School days huh? They mess you up.
To mask the fact that I'm not brilliant and, unless I repeat a move a lot I forget it, not the biggest move repertoire I began to adopt the jobber role. Don't get me wrong, I love being in the position where I'm fighting to get control back, where my aggressive side can be released because I'm defending myself rather than going after someone. I.like reflecting my opponent's energy.
But I was finding the Jobber title wasn't a full fit for me.
"Yeah, but he's just a jobber right? He'll just lie there, that's no fun."
So there's all the pressure to fit into boxes and labels that didn't fit. I didn't want to be thought of as fun and friendly and the dreaded nice.
I wanted to be thought of as rough, tough, scary and a beast. I don't have the looks, the body or the skill to get people onto the mats with me, so let's try and tweak myself into something else. Let the pressure of what they want from you make you into a diamond.
Pressure doesn't do that to me. Recently met a guy I have always wanted to wrestle. Man, I wanted to impress him. I sucked. I choked. I forgot how to do a headlock and went back to the early days when I used to wrestle with my eyes shut so I could think ... but moving on.
I was trying to be someone I wasn't. Well not in whole. There's a heel to me, there's a jobber to me, there's a Hulk-smash inside me, there's a thug and there's a wrestling dummy too. I'm all those in one, but there's a pressure to cut off parts of me. To adapt to so much to what my opponent wanted, I was forgetting me too.
I was talking to one opponent after a match asking him if he had fun.
He stopped and said yes he did ... but did I?
We had a good chat and I explained how I felt about all the "nice" and no-one wants to fight the nice guy. He put me right, pointed out that at heart I'm doing this for fun. I'm not naturally competitive but I offer competition. I'm a challenge and genuinely fun to wrestle.
By adapting to others expectations I was putting a pressure on myself that I couldn't really thrive under.
I'm friendly, I'm tough, I'm nice, I'm gobby, I'm occasionally an arse, I'm playful, I'm serious, I'm a bookworm, I hold back too much sometimes, Im a geek, im shy, I often forget about protecting an arm, I'm a jobber, I'm a heel, I contain multitudes
But I'm all me.
I will adapt but I'm doing this for fun (fun doesn't have to mean erotic) I will learn as I go, I will make mistakes but I'll never give a damn about win/loss, or the amount of opponents but more about how many guys want that rematch and round two or three.
Forget that pressure pushing down on me
[Bridge: Freddie Mercury]
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da -
I'm okay :)
This is fictional. I’d be very interested in feedback. Thanks.
I’d always been interested in wrestling. As a young lad, I use to watch world of sport on a Saturday afternoon, cheering for the good guys. Booing the bad ones.
In my teens, I use to go every Saturday night to watch them live. The noise, the excitement. It was great! Time passed. Now in my 40s, I realised that I wanted to give wrestling a try and started looking at various web sites. I was in pretty good shape, going to the gym 3 - 4 times a week. I didn't smoke or drink. I felt my 5’ 10’ frame wasn't too bad. Many of them seemed to be directed at gay guys. Now, I’ve nothing against gay men. I just didn't fancy striping down to a pair of trunks and climbing into a ring with them!
I saw and ad for a gym not to far from me.
“ Ex-professional wrestler. Training available. Own mats and ring. Beginners welcome “
There was a number. I decided to give it a ring. It was a recorded message.
“ Owen Clark here. Leave your number and I’ll get back to you asap “
The voice sounded friendly. I left my name and number and said I was interested in lessons and could he get back to me. It was sometime the following afternoon when my phone rang and it was Owen.
“ Am I speaking to John? “
“ Hi “ I said. “ Is that Owen? “
It was and we chatted for about 20 mins. I was asked if I had any experience, my weight and height a my measurements ( chest, waist and boot size ). When I asked Owen why he needed to know this, he explained that it enabled him to work out exactly what we could in our lessons. He also explained that the gym he used was in his own house and he plenty of spare gear that he encouraged first timers to wear. He said that wearing the right boots and singlets let people get the real feeling of what of was like to get in the ring and fight. We arranged that I come over to his that weekend.
He suggested some sites for me to look at, so I could familiarize myself with some of the holds and moves. I spent a couple of hours looking at full nelsons, pile drivers and various submission holds. Looking at the guys in the tall boots and tight singlets and trunks, make me feel a little uneasy. I found I had a boner! I dismissed it, putting it down to thinking of a girl I was chatting to earlier in the day.
Saturday arrived. I set off to Owen’s. The house was at the end of a long lane. It was quite a place! The house was set in quite a large, well kept garden. I parked up and just as I was getting my bag out of the car, the front door opened and a guy came out. The was about 6 ‘ 2’, very well built and in total control. He had a no 2 crop hair cut and the bluest eyes.He walked over, his large hand out ready to shake.
“ John, welcome. I hope you found it without much trouble? “
I stammered a reply and was lead into a very impressive entrance hall.
Owen turned to me.
“ what say we have a drink and then I show you the gear I think will be ok for you and we’ll get started? “
He lead me into a bright, airy kitchen and poured us both a drink of fresh orange juice.
He chatted away about various things but I wasn't really paying attention. My eyes kept looking at his large, strong hands. What the hell was wrong with me!
“ so we’ll go now? “ Owen asked. I nodded and followed Owen to the back of the house.
“ I had this built a couple of years ago. What do you think? “ Owen asked.
He had lead me into a large, bright conservatory. At one side was a range of free weights and various fitness machines. On the other, a wrestling ring and matted area at the side. On some chairs, there was various pairs of boots and singlets.
“ You chose which things you would like to wear" Owen said. “I’ll just go and get myself ready.”
He then walked a back into the house. I looked at the boots and singlets. I chose a red singlet and a pair of tall, black boots. I’d never wore anything like this before and when putting the boots on, felt a thrill run up and down my body. Just then, Owen returned. He was all in black, black boots, black singlet and even a black mask. Without saying a word, he pointed to the ring.
I climbed in the ring and stood uncertain of what to do. Before I could do anything, Owen had grabbed my arm, put it into a lock and was forcing me down onto the canvas!
“ You need to react quicker than that “ Owen said and next thing I knew, he wrapped his legs around my body and was starting to squeeze! I tried in vain to push his legs off me. It was trying to push two logs! The pressure increased. Suddenly, Owen grabbed my balls!
“ What the fuck are you doing “ I yelled at him.
“ Only what you have wanted me to do since you walked through the door “ Owen sneered at me. “ I saw how you was checking my hands as we talked. I knew where you wanted those hands to end up! “
He released me from his legs. My chest was sore from the pressure he’d put on it. I didn't have much of a rest. Owen was at me again.
“ Let me show you one of my favourite moves” he said.
I found myself grabbed again. Owen put one of his legs in front of mine, his arm round my neck and started to bend me back.
“ This is called a grapevine. It allows me to stretch you back, fully held but leaving my right arm free to do as I like “
Owen put a ab grab on. The pain was intense! I moaned as he dug his fingers hard into my abs. Then the punching started! Blow after blow! My abs were turning to jelly! He dropped me to the canvas.
“ Time for another one of my fav holds. You're gonna like this one “
Owen turned me over so I was face down. He stood behind my knees and somehow caught my feet round his legs. He then grabbed my arms and pulled me so my back was arched. I suddenly realized what he was going to do! He was going to put me in a surfboard! He pulled back and I found myself looking at the ceiling! I think I screamed out in pain. My back felt it was breaking! I was begging him to stop and put me down. All I could hear was his low laughter.
“ You want out of this “ Owen asked.
“ Yes please. I’ll do anything “I managed to gasp.
He lowered me to the canvas and ordered me to kneel in front of him. Without taking his eyes off mine, he slowly began to peel off his singlet. He was much more muscled than I realised. He let the singlet drop to the floor and stepped out of it.
“ strip “ He ordered.
My hands were trembling as I took off the singlet and let it drop to the floor. He slowly walked round me, sometimes running his hand over parts of my body. The one thing that I couldn't understand we're my feelings. He I was, naked apart from a pair of tall boots. Being touched by a naked guy, who could break me in half if he wanted to. Did I feel frightened? No. Did I feel excited? Yes! Owen was now stood in front of me. He put his hands on my chest and slowly started to rip my nipples. A shiver went straight down my back.
“ You seem to like that John “ he said. All I could do was let out a moan. It felt so good! He took one hand off my chest and dropped it to my now hard cock. He began to slowly wank me off.
“ Please don't “ I managed to say.
Owen laughed quietly. “ Don't worry “ he said “ I have a much better way to make you cum. I'll save that for later “
Owen took my hand and guided to his own, large cock. I could only just get my hand round it. Hold my wrist, he guided my hand up and down his manhood.
“ Now. Down on your knees again “
Owen put his large hands on my shoulders and pushed down. He took his cock in one hand and his other hand, on the back of my head.
Owen put the head of his cock to my lips. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading.
“ Open the fuck up now! “ Owen snapped at me.
I was shaking. Slap! Owen’s hand landed hard into the side of my face. As I opened my mouth to cry out, Owen slid the bell end of his cock into my mouth.
“ If I feel your teeth on my cock, cunt, you're gonna my fist next time “
He slowly started to move his cock in and out of my mouth, going deeper each time. My mind had shut down. All that mattered was this guy invading my mouth. As I was getting use to sucking his cock, he began to rub my cock with the sole of his boot. I felt myself becoming hard.
He withdrew his cock from my mouth and told me to stand.
“ Something down here enjoyed having my boot on it “ He joked, suddenly bringing his boot up and rubbing my balls along the length of it.
He put his arms round me, I tensed, waiting for a bearhug.
“ Don't worry. I’m not going to hurt you, John “He lowered his mouth to mine and started to kiss me. His hands traveled up and down my back, as his kiss became harder.
He whispered in my ear.
“ I want you John. I promise l’ll take it slow “
At this point, I was past caring! I’d come to this stranger's house, dressed in gear I never would have thought of wearing, been used like a doll in the ring and was now leaking more pre cum with a harder cock I had ever had in my life before. What else could happen!
Owen started to lead me to a corner of the ring. He turned him round, placing my back against the post. He took my face in his hands and stared hard into my face.
“ Do you trust me John? “ he asked.
I don't know why but I nodded.
“ Good. That will make what I’m about to do a lot easier. “ Owen said.
He put his hands under my arms and picked me up and put my legs through the middle ropes and my arms over the top ropes. He then knelt down between my legs and took my cock into his mouth. He deep throated me till I was pleading him to let me cum.
“ I want to taste your juice John. “ Owen moaned. “ Tell me when you're about shoot! “
I couldn't hold it any longer. I told Owen to get ready. I suddenly started jerking, gushing into Owen’s mouth. I never in my life had cum as much as this! It seemed to be going on forever! Owen let some of my cum dribble onto his hand. I felt him start to rub it into my arsehole. Then slowly, talking softy all the while, he began to open my hole with his fingers. It felt so good!
“ Listen to me John. I’m going to start to fuck you “ Owen said. “ I’m going to go slow and take it easy. If you want me to stop, just say so “
I then felt the head of his cock start to make it's way into my hole. It hurt at first but true to his word , he took it slow. By now I had half his cock inside me.
“ I’m going to get a little faster now “ Owen breathed into my ear “ just tell me if you want me to stop, ok? “
I nodded. He was really ramming it home now. His breathing was getting faster. My own cock, which had just cum more than ever before, was rock hard again. Owen was shouting, not words, more like animal sounds. Suddenly, he stiffened and let out his loudest yell yet! He started cumming. Spurt after spurt of hot, wet cum was going into me. Then I felt myself explode, cum covering both our chests and stomachs. Owen slowly freed me from the ropes and gently laid me down on the canvas. We lay next to each other, not speaking, content with each other.
As far as a wrestling lesson, it taught me so much more!
Today marks exactly seven months until I board a plane and head off to University for three years (if all goes to plan this time around). This doesn't include my couple of weeks in Zimbabwe, which takes out a chunk of the summer!
Unfortunately it means I will be taking a break from wrestling as I will be focusing on my future. For me, wrestling is down the pecking order when it comes to priorities.
I've met a couple of decent guys on here since last year and have one or two more to meet (you know who you are) but it dawned on me today that I cannot waste another moment. I'm cramming my schedule for the next few months!
Ok, call me shallow. But I think many of us can be guilty of being shallow when it comes to muscle and wrestling. While we each have our own reasons why we wrestle, there’s plenty of common ground that we all share. We like the aggression. We like the primal, man on man contact. We like the battle between two men. I agree with all of that. Now this is where I will come off a shallow. Muscle. A great body. And a guy who knows how to use his physique in a match. The allure of wrestling for me is to test out another man’s muscle to see what they can do. Yes, I know. I know. We are more than just our physiques. And I DEFINITELY know that wrestling is won in large part by the strategy in which we use against our opponent. Sheer strength doesn’t decide a match; nor does a bigger set of pecs mean you’re gonna win. But, let’s face it, there’s a part of us all that gets a little weak when it comes to a great physique.
There’s just something about a hot guy sporting a hot body that elevates a match for me. This doesn’t mean that I expect my opponents to be fitness models. Face it, they look good, but not many of us get to actually see a fitness model on the street, let alone on the mats. But I like a guy who is no stranger to the gym and one who is not ashamed to let that muscle do some talking once we step onto the mats. For me, a built guy makes me want to be a better wrestler. It automatically makes me kick into my A Game.
In my own matches I’ve witnessed how the lure and allure of a decent physique can give a man the upper hand. There have been times when I meet an opponent, take off my shirt and get into gear when they automatically assume that I will completely dominate them on the sole attribute of being in shape. I’ll use that to my advantage and I don’t mind stooping to some pre-match flexing to further psyche a guy out. It’s like muscle is that secret ingredient that guys just crave to feel while they are wrestling. On the flip side, I’ve been the guy that drools when an opponent shows off their body. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I want to feel them use that muscle and power to take control. I hate to admit it, but there’s always that sense that the better built man SHOULD win.
But that’s not how wrestling works. Despite the initial impression – ok, let’s call it was it is – muscle lust – sets in and you settle into the match, the mix of skill, strategy and strength are what leads to the win. Talent wins. Muscle doesn’t guarantee a victory.
Finally, for me, I prefer to wrestle a guy who is fit, mature, athletic and confident. Yes, muscular helps, but I want them to know how to wrestle. I know we all come in different shapes and sizes, and I’ve wrestled the gamut – but my heart gets racing when my opponent has a good set of pecs and guns. It’s one of the things that drew me back in wrestling. I’d see a hot guy on the street and I couldn’t help but wonder how’ I’d do against him. Muscle has its allure.