Tales of Jason Pt. 02 Ch. 01

*****This story is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years old or older.*****

Tales of Jason 2

Chapter 1:

Starting Over, Stripped Down

'When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive' - Paulo Coelho.

A man named Dick entered my life in the tail end of my senior year of high school and changed my life forever. At the time I was already at the age of 18; he was 23. Although high school had just ended a few months ago, so much had happened. I slept with so many people, even my own cousin, Steven. I fell in love with a man double my age, but it ended in turmoil and a near death experience with a bear. A near death experience I continued to reel from even though it had happened over a month ago.

I carried pain not only from the encounter with the bear, but also from my time with Eric. The man only had me around as a sex twink. The feelings I had manifested for him had quickly evaporated and turned into a steam of anger.

Since then, my body healed. My heart, however, still ached. I feared to allow anyone in again. Now, a new venture, college. Who knows what new obstacles I'll face? What people I'll interact with? Would love strike me again? Was it too soon to think about love? The wound was still raw.

I walked onto campus with a new mindset. A mindset to be more coy. To not quickly allow people into my life. To not be so desperate for sex. To not let sex be the foundation of a relationship. It felt good, empowering, to have such a thought at a young age. I had to sift the soil before planting the seed of love.

I had to change.

I stood before the door to Professor Benett's history classroom. It was my first day of the college semester. And I had to admit, I felt nervous. It was far different from summer school, where only a litter of students were on campus. When I had stepped foot on campus this morning, it felt like I was at the mall during a massive sale. I moved through the sea of students trying to not get trampled.

I walked into the classroom full of students and then walked up the stairs, entered the middle row, and sat down. I knew no one at all. Not even my cousin Steven was in this class. A few people sat in my row, but none were near me. It felt like I was isolated from everyone.

I noticed some looks from people. I knew it wasn't from my boyish features, but rather the scar that ran across my cheek. A visual reminder of my fateful encounter with the bear. A monster that turned my dreams into nightmares.

A red-haired girl walked into the classroom, immediately drawing my attention. I watched as she climbed the steps, waving to her friends. We made eye contact, and I quickly looked away. My social awkwardness had taken over.

The girl wore blue jeans with a dark green blouse.

From the corner of my eye, I could see her climbing the steps and walking into my row. My heart began to beat faster. But why? I didn't like girls. I'm gay.

My thoughts came to an end when she spoke, "Is this seat taken?"

Why did she want to sit next to me? There were plenty of empty seats she could've taken. Even seats with her friends. I remained silent and shook my head.

The girl sat down next to me. I could smell her perfume. It overwhelmed my nostrils but in a good way. It smelled like cherries.

She turned to me with a smile, "Hi, my name is Rebecca, but you can call me Becky."

I flashed a smile. My antisocial personality is taking over.

"Silent type, huh? I respect that," she shrugged.

I didn't know why I was being so shy with her. Was she awakening feelings I may have suppressed? I was gay, so that wasn't a possibility. Did she like me? If so, it would be odd since we just met.

Everyone stopped talking when the professor walked in. He held a coffee mug in his left hand. The man walked with a confident stride. He turned to face the class and took a sip. The professor was tall and thin with a thick mustache and a five o'clock shadow. He looked like he should be in the show Peaky Blinders. He wore a beige dress shirt that was tucked into his waist-high Levis.

He spoke with a deep voice, "Good morning, my name is Logan Benett. But I am sure you all know that. But I have to say it, just in case some of you are confused about where you are at."

The class laughed.

"Plus, the college wants us to introduce ourselves and shit like that. It's all a bit too formal for me. But here we go with my boring introduction."

As Professor Benett continued his introduction, Becky leaned beside me and whispered, "I think I've seen you around campus."

"You probably did, I was here for summer class," I whispered back.

She grinned, "Well, look at that, the new guy has a voice!"

What did she mean by that? Was it a hazing thing? It wouldn't surprise me if this campus had more houses like House Achilles.

House Achilles was owned and operated by a man named Alkibiades. He was a tall thin man in his late twenties. The house held four tenants and was known to have sexual events. Like parties and orgies. But the tenure of each tenant only lasted the duration of their college time. I had applied when a man named Khauther was on the way out. But I ended up not joining in the end.

"Well, Welcome to PCC," Becky said, "I know you were here for summer, but the real fun starts at the new semester. I hope you have a pleasant time here."

"Thanks, but shouldn't we be listening to the Professor?" I said, in fear of getting in trouble.

She rolled her eyes, "It's always blah, blah, blah with these professor's lives. I've heard it before, he's a single dude who lives in an apartment with his two cats. He reads a billion books a year while also working on a novel. He's been working on it for seven years and one day he'll publish it. He also drives a 1994 Toyota Pickup truck that I'm sure is one rough speed bump away from losing its axle."

I raised an eyebrow at her ability to retain such information.

"I took this class last year, but I didn't get the grade I wanted."

"You can get a grade higher than an A?" I teased.

She smiled, "A smart-ass, I like that. I was distracted last year while taking this class, I got a B+."

"Ah I see, well I hope you get a better grade," I said nervously. I wasn't sure why I was even nervous. Becky was a pretty girl, but I was gay. I had come to that realization over the summer. Why was she being so friendly towards me? Did she like me? If so, she was in store for a big disappointing surprise.

It was the second time a girl had been interested in me. The first time was Jenny from high school. That was a nightmare, she was interested in me to have sex with her so she wouldn't go to college a virgin. Although I had thought about going through with it, I ended up turning her down. Thankfully, my cousin Steven had stepped to fulfill her wishes. After meeting Dick, I had wondered if I was fully gay or bisexual like him. But after my near-death experience, I had some thoughts about myself and came to the conclusion that I was gay.

"So, you haven't told me your name," Becky whispered, her eyes flicking from me to the professor.

"Oh, uh, I haven't? It's Jason," I murmured, keeping my voice low.

"Jason!" she said, a bit too loud before catching herself, "Like Jason and the Argonauts; golden fleece, epic quests, the whole deal. I love it! One of my favorite Greek tales."

Another fan of Greek Mythology, I wonder if she knew Alkibiades.

Professor Benett finished his introduction and began his course. The two of us fell silent and paid attention. It felt nice making a friend right away..

After class, I stood outside. I had some time to kill before my next class. I thought about finding my cousin, Steven, to see how his first class went. But before I could decide, Becky's presence next to me interrupted my thoughts. She held her books against her chest.

"Hey, there Jason. What you up to?" she said.

"Nothing, just wondering what to do next. What about you?"

"Nothing either. Hey, do you want to go for a walk?" she smiled.

I let out a drawn out "Sure."

Becky's sudden kindness took me by surprise. It almost felt like it was a joke. No girl had ever approached me like this. But if it was genuine, it was nice of her to be this way to me. I just hoped she didn't want anything like a relationship out of me.

We walked on the edge of the track field. Becky had been asking me about my time in summer school. I told her a few things, but kept many of the details to myself. I still wasn't sure what her intentions were. I had to admit, my horny ass did think sex was a possibility. I may not have a sculpted body like hot guys, but I did have an athletic one. I stood at 5'9 with a slim figure, but toned out legs from my time on the track team in high school.

A pair of guys jogged past us, their bodies covered in a layer of sweat. One was black, while the other was white. They wore dark red runner shorts with no shirts on. It reminded me of my time back in high school. The days I would run around on the track after school trying to beat my running score. I could never beat my 4 minutes and 19 seconds score.

"Earth to Jason!" Becky said.

I shook my head, "What? I'm sorry. My mind drifted off."

Becky looked back at the runners who passed us, "Those two are Darius and Sebastian; they're on our college track team. Are you interested?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. I was on the track team in high school, I don't know if I'd want to continue that profession in college."

"You should try it out. Sabby and Darius are great guys. But if not, I'm sure there is something else that will come up. You have time," she assured me.

The pair passed us again.

"So, I've been meaning to ask, Jason. How'd you get that cut on your face?"

My heart skipped a beat. I felt self-conscious about the scar on my face. The horrible memory of the bear charging towards me flashed in my mind. The scar, 3-inches in length, ran across my left cheek. Fear and frustration filled me remembering that day. I hated Eric so much that day. The bear would've killed me if I had never been saved.

I hadn't realized that I stopped moving. Becky had her hand on my shoulder with a worried look on her face, "Are you okay, Jason?"

I cleared the tears from my eyes and said, "Yeah, I'm sorry. I fell down a hill."

Becky didn't believe me, but she chose not to press the topic, "Okay. I hope everything is alright."

Becky was being so nice to me, I didn't want to lead her on. "Becky, I have to ask, are you interested in me?"

The pair jogged past us again. Becky gave the pair a quick smile as they did. "Jason, you're cute but you're not my type. I'm more interested in the Henry Cavill type of guy. Thick muscles and such."

Relieved, I said, "So then, why all the sudden interest?"

"I was just trying to make your first day a welcoming one. I'm sorry if I seemed invasive."

"No, it's fine. I'm not used to girls coming up to me like that."

She smiled, "I ain't like some of these tricks on campus. They'll torture a guy like you and leave you emotionally broke. Or bankrupt. But I don't think you'll have a problem with that, huh?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Jason, come on, I know you're gay."

"How?" I spat out.

"My brother told me."

"Wait, who the fuck is your brother?"

"A potty mouth? You suck dick with that mouth?"

We both laughed.

"My brother is David Welsh," she said. A look of confusion washed over me. She told it to me as if he were a celebrity on campus.

The realization hit her, "Oh, you probably didn't get close enough to him to find out his true name. You know him as Alkibiades."

My jaw dropped. Alkibiades had a sister? The two didn't even look alike, "He's your brother? I don't see the resemblance at all."

She laughed, "Yeah, we get that a lot. We have different fathers."

"Also, David? I wasn't expecting that to be his actual name."

"It's a name that has been passed down through the family. I know it's a common name."

"So, how many siblings do you have and are all into Greek culture like him?"

We continued to walk as she explained, "I am the youngest of four, I have three older brothers. And to answer your second question, it's only Alkibiades and myself who love Greek culture. However, he is the biggest aficionado of Greek culture."

"I can tell. So do you have a Greek moniker like him?"

She shook her head, "We're not there yet, Jason. I ain't going to reveal it to you."

Our walk had taken a good amount of time, my next class was in 5 minutes. We walked off the track, preparing to part ways, "Well, Jason, it was fun talking to you," she pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down, "Here's my number, text me."

I smiled, "First time a girl has given me their number."

She pursed her lips and smiled, "Enjoy the rest of your day, Jason. I'll see you around."

Before I could say anything, she began walking away.

I couldn't believe Alkibiades had a sister.

It was 1 pm when my second class ended. And so far the first day had gone well, I made a new friend. I still had a few hours before my next class, so I decided to text my cousin Steven to see if he wanted to do something.

Steven and I were the same age, despite being cousins, we grew up like brothers.

A few minutes later, I saw my cousin Steven walking towards me. Steven was the same height as me, 5'9 with a muscular build. He was larger than me in the muscle department, I had my slim runner's body. Steven had short black hair that was combed over, tan skin like mine and a clean-shaven baby face. To be honest, he looked like your stereotypical handsome Mexican.

"What up, bitch!" Steven said as he shoved my shoulder.

"Ouch!" I cried out, "My shoulder, you dumbass!"

I rubbed my shoulder. It had healed a significant amount, if I had to put a percentage on it, it would be around 90. It still hurts sometimes when I move it. But his shove came at the wrong place causing a spark of pain.

"How were your classes?" I said sitting on the bench.

Steven stood behind me and massaged my shoulder; it was his method of apologizing. "I'm sorry about the shoulder, I forgot. As for my classes, they were fine. Same boring shit from high school. But who cares about that, who's that chick you were walking with?"

How did he even know about that? I turned my head to him, "Were you stalking me or something?"

Steven stopped massaging my shoulder and sat down next to me, "No, I was walking to class when I saw you two. You were pretty close," he nudged me, "You got a little girlfriend?"

"No," I spat out, "We're just friends. Plus, I'm gay remember?"

"Oh, yeah I forgot you were gay. See I forgot because you haven't sucked me off in a while," he said annoyed.

I rolled my eyes. Steven and I had sex on occasion. We had stopped recently due to my injuries. And to be honest, part of me didn't want to have sex. I have been dealing with nightmares lately and I felt they were attached to sex. Some sort of PTSD.

"I'm sorry about that, but I am injured."

Steven calmed down, "It's okay, Jason. I understand. I'm just teasing you. So does she know that you're a friend of Dorothy?"

"Who's Dorothy?"

"Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, it's another term for gays. How did I know that and you didn't?"

"Whatever. Yes, she does know I am gay."

"Perfect, so when are you introducing me to her?"

I laughed, "Steven you ain't even her type"

A flash of anger crossed his face, "The fuck I am not?"

"She's into muscular guys," I said. Steven stood up and flexed his biceps and exposed his abs, "Bigger guys, like Henry Cavill."

"Fuck!" he sat back down defeated, "I can't compete with Henry Cavil."

I patted him on the shoulder, "There, there."

Steven jumped to his feet, "I got it! I'll hit the gym again and become swole!"

I grimaced at the idea, "All that for one girl? Come on, I'm sure you could find someone here without those requirements."

Steven sighed, "Yeah, you're right," he sat down next to me. The conversation fell silent. We sat there together as a strong gust of wind blew on through. Leaves fell from trees, birds chirped and flew away. The blue sky hung above us with no cloud in sight. The bright sun blanketed the area.

It was the first day of college and Steven was already fishing for a relationship. While I was trying to stay away from one after my terrible relationship with Eric. College was a new start for me, I would take it slow. I needed time to put in for myself, physically and mentally, but also my academics. I didn't even know what I wanted to be.

I placed my hand on his thigh, "You'll find someone, Steven. Why don't we get something to eat?"

"And we can fuck after?"

I laughed, "We'll see."

The first week of college went fast. Each day after Mr. Bennett's class, Becky and I would walk the track. The more I got to know her, the more I enjoyed her company. We had a lot in common, especially men. As I began to trust her more, I began to open up to her. I hadn't told her about my near-death encounter, but it was close to happening.

We had been walking the track when she mentioned my scar, "You think it will heal all the way or will you walk around like Zoro from One Piece with a dope scar."

I smiled, "I didn't know you watched One Piece."

"I actually read it, I'm a manga enthusiast. It's a lot faster."

"Although it would be cool to have a scar, it's a reminder of what happened to me."

She placed her hand on my arm for comfort, "I know one day you'll be ready to talk to me about it. How have you been dealing with it?"

"It's been going well. Unfortunately, I still have nightmares."

"I'm so sorry, Jason," Darius and Sebastian jogged past us. Those two always ran the track at this time, "Look, I know we've been friends for a bit, but if you ever want to talk don't be afraid to."

I smiled, "Thank you, Becky. I appreciate that."

"Have you thought about doing something to distract you? Perhaps a sport? I know track tryouts are soon."

I shrugged, "I don't know to be honest."

"Take your time, Jason."

We walked off the track onto the walkway in front of the classrooms, about to part ways when she asked, "Hey Jason, I was wondering, would you like to come with me to the wrestling match tonight?"

"Wrestling? Like WWE?" I laughed.

"No, silly. The sport. I think you'd like it. It has hot muscular men in tight singlets constantly touching each other."

I had never seen a wrestling match before. But it could be fun; plus it would be my first college outing. "Sure, I'd love to."

"Awesome! Meet me in front of the library at 5," she smiled and then walked away.

The idea to invite Steven popped in my mind, but I decided against it. I felt he would try to hit on Becky the whole time and make the night uncomfortable. Steven didn't have control most of the time. Plus, the man had been sex deprived.

At 5pm I stood outside the library waiting for Becky. Unfortunately, she was nowhere to be seen. I began to wonder if she stood me up. I pulled out my phone to text her when I heard my name being called.

I looked up to see Becky rushing towards me.

"Sorry for being late, Jason. I had to help a friend. Are you ready?" she said.

"No worries and yeah I'm ready."

Becky wrapped her arm around mine, and we walked to the gym.

The gym, crowded with people, felt like an arena. I had never seen it this full before. Becky and I walked the steps of the bleachers and sat in the middle row. Despite the amount of people in the gym, we had ample space between us and other people.

"Do you have a favorite wrestler?" I asked.

"I know the whole team pretty well, but if I had to name a favorite it would be Anton. You'll recognize him right away. He's the tallest and palest of the group. He has buzz-cut hair like yours, a cute face and is very sweet. The rest are nice too, like Jeremy. I dated a member of the team last year."

"Oh? Does it bother you to be rooting for your ex?"

She shook her head, "No, not at all. It was a summer fling. We departed on good terms."

The lights dimmed, denying me a chance to ask who it was. The crowd cheered as the announcer came out to introduce the teams. He started with the opposing team of course. Four members were on the team and they all looked hot in their tight singlets. From here I could see that some of them didn't even have any underwear on.

The crowd roared when the announcer began to introduce our college's team. Anton, who wore a white singlet, walked into view. He definitely had some looks. Two more wrestlers walked out behind him. Both fine as well. The final one walked out wearing a silvery blue singlet. Out of the four, he took all my attention. My eyes remained on his amazing beauty. But I felt this strange feeling that I had seen him before.

I tried to remember and then it hit me. A few months back during summer school, I had played basketball with Khauther and his friends. And I remembered this guy on the opposing team. Could it be the same person? I couldn't remember his name, though, even though I remember him telling me.

The announcer saved me the trouble by announcing the wrestler, "Weighing in at 165 pounds, Lance 'The Azure Ace' Collins!"

The crowd erupted into a thunderous roar, the loudest of the night.

'Lance', so that was his name. Considering how well he played that day, I felt he would be on the basketball team. Becky leaned towards me and whispered, "That's the guy I dated last year."

Hearing those words sent an arrow of pain through my heart. Since he dated Becky, it meant he was straight. Another good looking guy who is straight. I cursed in my head. I wondered if Becky would let me ask her questions about him later.

In the first match, a black guy named Mosiah from the opposing school faced a member of our team, Jeremy. The two met in the circle, hunched over, ready to wrestle. The referee looked at both wrestlers, then blew the whistle.

I knew absolutely nothing about wrestling beyond the fleeting glimpses of WWE. As kids, Steven and I would tussle on the grass performing the exaggerated moves on each other. But this wrestling was different, face-paced, aggressive and fiercely tactical.

And arousing.

I felt pressure in my underwear. I closed my legs and started asking Becky about the sport to distract myself.

The first match ended with Jeremy losing. The second match started right away; it starred Becky's favorite: Anton. I watched the towering giant wrestle his opponent while Becky chimed in on the rulings of the sport. She explained to me how each point was earned. It was pretty fascinating how the scoring system worked in wrestling.

The second match ended with Anton as the victor. The schools were now 1-1.

"So, are there only four people on our school's team?" I asked.

"No, there are more. This is a smaller tournament, so the coach has chosen one wrestler per weight class. Although, the wrestling team is only a few years old. The teams compete most of the year, gathering points until a larger tournament is held to dictate who goes to nationals."

A dark-skinned opponent named Tyson walked onto the mat, walking across from him was Lance. The crowd cheered for Lance. Lance and his opponent crouched. I stared at Lance's toned ass as he hunched over. The material crept in between his butt-cheeks; almost like a wedgie. The sight alone got me aroused. I felt more precum leaking into my underwear.

Lance and Tyson began wrestling the moment the referee blew the whistle. Although Tyson was taller than Lance, that didn't phase him. The two traded points during the first two rounds.

A tie in points.

Lance went on all fours in the middle of the circle while Tyson knelt behind him, poised for action. Becky leaned over and whispered, "That's the referee's position. It's a starting stance for the bottom wrestler to attempt an escape or reversal, while the top wrestler tries to maintain control. The referee ensures a fair start and watches for any illegal moves."

The referee blew the whistle, and Tyson grabbed Lance with haste. The two got to their feet, with Tyson holding a tight grip around Lance's abdomen. Lance tried to break the hold but failed to do so. Tyson then lifted Lance off his feet, causing Lance's bulge to press against the fabric of the singlet. The entire outline of his cock and balls became visible. The sight alone caused another pulse of precum to leak into my underwear. I could feel the wetness already. Tyson then dropped Lance face down onto the mat. I could see Tyson's groin rubbing against Lance's butt. Further arousing me. I was going to burst. Lance tried to fight off his opponent, but in the end failed. The timer went off and Tyson was the victor.

Tyson stood over Lance and stuck his hand out, Lance looked like he was going to slap it but instead he grabbed it and he was lifted to his feet. Lance shook Tyson's hand and walked off the mat.

"Lance is very competitive," Becky said.

"I can see that. But he did good, or at least it looked good to me."

"He did," she nodded, "Perhaps he should've gone for the legs in that last bout."

"You going to tell him that?" I grinned.

Becky grinned, "I'm probably the only one who could tell him that. Anyone else, they'd be on the floor."

I chuckled, "Wanna know something? I met him this past summer. We played basketball with Khauther and Jake from House Achilles. I had a crush on him then."

Becky raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Well, I hate to tell you this, he doesn't swing that way, Jason."

"I know," I said defeated.

We watched the last match. Our school ended up losing the tournament. Which was a bummer.

Becky and I walked out of the gym, "So, did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah, it was cool. I got the ruling down a bit, it seems like a lot of fun."

She nudged me on the arm, "Did you get a woody?"

I smiled as embarrassment covered my face, "Yeah, I have to admit, it was pretty hot."

"I knew you would like it. Hey, why don't you try out?"

"For wrestling? I don't know, I think I'd have trouble not getting a boner."

Becky laughed, "Don't worry about that, it happens more often than you think."

"Really?"

"No, but I doubt you would even get one. When you're wrestling, there isn't time to get an erection. Sure, you might get a chub, because of the blood flow, but not from anything sexual."

"I see," I said. Trying out for the sport wouldn't be a bad idea. Maybe I would be able to wrestle Lance and get to know him. Despite him being straight, I still liked him. Perhaps, we could have a "friends with benefits" situation.

"I'm hungry, you wanna grab something to eat?" Becky said.

"Sure."

Becky and I sat at a table at a local diner down the street from campus. We had already ordered food. I sipped on my soda and asked, "Do you play any sports?"

"Tennis and wrestling. How about you? Did you play anything outside of track?"

I shook my head, "I've been a runner all my life."

Not fast enough to run from a bear, I thought to myself.

The waitress came to the table with our food, which were two burgers and fries. We continued our conversation while we ate. The door to the diner opened, catching my attention. It was a group of guys, the wrestlers from earlier. Lance was the last person to walk through the door. He walked past our table with the rest of his teammates, who sat a few booths away from us.

"So, any idea on your major?" Becky asked.

Before I could answer, someone approached the table.

"Becky?" a male voice said.

She looked up and grew a smile, "Hey Lance. How's it going?"

"Well, you know, we lost," he said unenthusiastically.

"I know, I saw the match."

Lance forced a smile, "You were there? It wasn't my finest," he sat besides Becky. I remained silent as I checked him out. Lance had that stereotypical good-looking white boy face with black spikey hair, and a clean-shaven face. He had sea-blue eyes and an infectious grin. Just being this close to him was making me feel a certain way. I felt it in my chest, the warm comfort.

"It's okay, Lance. You still did great. Have you met Jason?" she pointed to me.

I flashed a nervous smile. Lance tilted his head slightly as if he recognized me. "Yeah, I think I've seen you before. Um, you with Khauther and Jake?"

I nodded. Internally I was smiling because he remembered me, "Yeah, we played basketball, remember?"

"That's right. I remember Khauther telling me that you were in the application process of joining that house. Did you ever get in?"

I shook my head, "No, I withdrew my application."

"That was probably for the best. A lot of weird stuff goes on in that house."

The last sentence cemented the fact that Lance was straight, which meant the chances of having sex with him were less than zero.

Becky nudged Lance in the rib, "Don't talk about my brother's house in a bad way."

It looked like they were about to talk about the house, which I knew Becky didn't want to, so I brought the conversation back to the original topic, "I enjoyed your match," I said to Lance.

Lance flashed a smile, "Thanks."

"I told Jason he should try out," Becky said.

Lance grabbed one of her fries and dipped it in ketchup, "Oh yeah?"

"Dude, get your own fries," she cried.

"Come on, it's just one fry."

I dipped my own fry into some ketchup and spoke, "She did ask me, but I don't know yet. I don't know if I'd be able to handle getting my ass handed to me like that."

I didn't even think about what I said, it just came out. Regret filled my throat as I saw Becky looking at me with wide eyes. Lance's eyes narrowed as he glared at me, "I'd like to see you try, Jason!" he spat out.

Panic filled me as I scrambled to apologize, "Oh, I'm sorry Lance. I didn't mean..." My voice trailed off and composed myself, "It was a poor choice of words."

The table remained silent for a few more seconds. It felt like the whole diner had gone silent, but in fact it was just me tuning out the noise. Becky remained silent as she waited for Lance's reaction.

Lance's face softened and he spoke, breaking the silence, "Damn right it was a poor choice of words, but you're right. I did get my ass handed to me," he grinned.

Relieved, I said, "I won't agree so you won't be mad at me."

Lance laughed, "You're funny, Jason. You should try it out. You might like it."

I shrugged, "I don't know if I would even be good at it."

Becky chimed in, "I have an idea, why don't you and Lance wrestle. A quick little spar."

"I like that idea," Lance said, "I'm always down for a spar. Plus, I can use the ego boost."

"We don't need that ego stroked," Becky teased.

I was nervous to even touch him. The man almost made me cum during his match. But at the same time, I did want to touch. To feel his sculpted body, to run my hands up and down feeling every muscle. Even if it was a one-time match, and even if I didn't end up on the team, this was an excellent opportunity to feel him up.

I shook my head; I couldn't go through with it. I knew it would make things awkward between us if I groped him, "I don't have any gear on. I'm literally wearing jeans," I said in an attempt to get out of it.

"Nonsense," Lance said, "I have a spare pair of shorts in my locker."

Before I could find another excuse, Lance rose from the seat, "Tonight at 9, meet me at the gym. We'll have a quick spar and we'll see what you're made of," he squeezed my shoulders and walked away.

I turned to Becky, "Fuck!"

Becky had a confused look on her face, "What? Isn't this what you wanted? You can feel him up," she teased.

"He's going to hate it when he finds out I got an erection wrestling with him," I cried.

"Oh, you're being dramatic, Jason. You'll be fine."

After we ate, Becky and I walked to a nearby park. The temperature was pleasant. My underwear had nearly dried at the restaurant. I had leaked so much precum during the match. But the worry about wrestling Lance plagued my mind. I couldn't believe it happened so fast. I wondered what he would think if he rubbed up against my erection.

How embarrassing, I thought to myself.

I could simply fake a stomach ache to ditch the event.

"You're quiet," Becky said, interrupting my thoughts, "What's on your mind?"

"Uh, nothing."

"No, there's something crawling around in there. You're worried about wrestling Lance?" I nodded, "Like, I said, don't worry about it. You won't get a boner. And if you do, who cares? I doubt Lance would even care. I'm sure he's had his fair share of brushes with boners. Plus, I will be there."

"Which will make it more embarrassing when it happens."

"Relax, Jason."

It was a quarter till nine when we knocked on the door to the gym. We heard the door unlock and it opened. Lance stood in the doorway and said, "You guys are early, good."

Becky and I entered the gym.

Lance closed the door behind us and said, "We have the gym to ourselves."

We walked to the padded area of the gym and I turned to Lance, "So about those shorts?"

Lance clicked his tongue, "Yeah, about that. I forgot that I had taken them home to wash. And I only have one singlet, which is in the dirty clothes. So I was thinking we will just wrestle in our underwear."

I gulped, "Underwear?" I whispered to myself.

"An underwear wrestling match? I haven't seen one of those in a long time," Becky said.

"I don't know. My jeans are tight enough..."

Lance interrupted, "Nonsense, you can't wrestle in those. Too many things to grab onto. Come on, strip to your underwear, and let's get this show on the road."

I was reluctant to do it because I would definitely get an erection wrestling him in his underwear. However, this was an opportunity to see him in his underwear. And it could possibly be the only time I ever get to see it.

"Come on, we wrestle in our underwear all the time," Lance urged.

I turned to Becky, who simply shrugged. "Lance, he's worried he'll get a boner," she said to him.

Lance shrugged, "So? Guys get boners all the time. It's happened to me a few times. Just keep it in your pants, we don't want to turn this into a porn."

It already felt like one, I thought to myself.

With those words of encouragement, I began to undress. I found Lance's casualness about wrestling in underwear quite interesting. Most guys I knew would freak out if there was a threat of a boner. But Lance didn't seem to be like other guys.

I watched Lance remove his clothes, stripping down to a pair of light blue trunks. His body was how I'd imagine it. Slender muscular build. Muscle definition in his arms and legs. His biceps were big. His broad chest had little hair on it and the narrow waist complimented his figure well. His stomach had abs and most of his body hair was on the strip of hair that ran down his stomach. The happy trail, as most would call it. The perfect V-shape pelvis that dug into his underwear. His legs were toned. It seemed Lance worked out every muscle on his body. The underwear hugged his body well; a pear shaped bulge was present. The sight alone caused blood to flow to my cock.

I laughed mentally as I noticed his underwear was the same color as his Jordans, blue. The man sure loved that color.

I stood across from Lance in just my gray Calvin Klein briefs. Lance looked me up and down. Neither of them commented on my choice in underwear, instead Lance approached me and said, "Okay, there's some stuff we can work with. You're thin, but you have some muscle. Did you play any sports in high school?"

"Track," I said nervously.

"That explains the toned legs and ass. Alright, let me give you the rundown."

Between Lance and Becky they told me how to wrestle. Lance explained that this match was just a simple spar between us and he would show me more as the match went on. It was nice to see Lance in a teaching position, he was so detailed about it. I liked that about him. It showed how much passion he had for the sport.

Becky acted as the referee as Lance and I got into a crouching position. I stared into Lance's blue eyes, and then Becky yelled, "Go!"

It happened in a flash. Lance lunged forward, a blue blur, and before I knew it, I was flat on my back, staring at the gymnasium ceiling. His hands gripped my thighs, pinning me firmly as he positioned himself between my legs. The mat's roughness pressed against my bare skin, and for a fleeting moment, my pulse quickened, not just from the taken down, but from the intensity of his hold.

Lance grinned, "I thought you'd be faster than that," he rose to his feet and put out his hand.

"I see where you get your name 'Azure Ace'," I groaned, grabbing his hand.

"Go easy on him, Lance," Becky said.

"That was for your little comment from earlier," Lance said.

We returned to the crouching position and Becky yelled, "Go!"

We circled the mat. I had a grasp of what to do. Lance watched me carefully waiting for my move. With my right hand I attempted to grab his head, but he pushed it away. We circled again. It was a cautious game.

I tried for the head again, but Lance countered by shoving my hand away and moving behind me. I felt his arms wrap around my chest and he pressed his groin against my butt. Lance whispered in my ear, "Try to escape."

I reached for his arms and tried to break the hold, but Lance's grip was strong. Lance lifted me off my feet and dropped me onto the mat face down. His entire body was on mine and I could feel his groin pressing harder against my butt. If I wasn't trying to escape, I would probably be erect. Or so I thought. I felt my member grow against the mat. I hoped he didn't turn me onto my back.

"Come on, Jason!" Becky cheered.

I slipped my fingers under his forearm to loosen the hold. It worked, I was able to nudge myself out of his hold, but Lance reapplied pressure and tightened the hold. Now his arms were around my stomach. I could no longer feel his groin against my butt. I planted my hands onto the mat in an attempt to roll over, but Lance planted one foot on the ground to deny me any further movement. However, when he did so, he loosened his grip slightly and I was able to slide further out.

Lance's arms were around my hips and my erection pressed up against it. He either didn't notice it or he did and wasn't doing anything about it. But his adjustment allowed me to bend my left leg and plant my foot. Which I then used to push us into a roll over movement. I rolled over onto Lance then back on the mat face down. Lance broke the hold.

"Not bad, Jason," Lance said.

I remained face down on the mat to hide my erection.

"Yeah, Jason, that was good," Becky said.

Lance stood up as I cautiously turned around to sit down, I held my legs closed. He put his hand out to help me up, but I shook my head, "I like it down here."

Lance held a puzzled look then it hit up, "Oh, so you were bricked." He laughed, "It's okay, Jason. We don't care."

I grabbed his hand and he lifted me to my feet. In my briefs was the erection. Lance briefly looked at it and smiled, "You're going to have to control that thing if you're going to wrestle."

"Yeah, I ha... wait, you think I should wrestle?" I said in shock.

"Yeah, you have good instincts and you're agile. You'd make a great wrestler. You should try out."

"Really?"

"Yeah, just work on that boner problem. Come out next Saturday, that's when we're having tryouts. Here's my number, text me and I'll send you the info."

Lance put on his clothes, and then left.

Becky approached me, "Not bad, huh?"

"Yeah, it was fun."

"You should take his advice and try out. Perhaps something like this will help you with your stress."

"I will."

"Remember, Jason, you can talk to me."

"Come on, get dressed. I'll give you a ride home," she looked down at my briefs, "I know you're gay, but you look hot in those briefs. And you have a nice size dick."

I felt a wave of embarrassment, "Thanks," I muttered out.

I got dressed and she took me home.