Private Arranged Wrestling

Private Arranged Wrestling

This was it. I was heading up the motorway to do something for the first time. I was nervous, excited and full of trepidation. I was going to meet another man, and we were going to wrestle each other.

We met online via a website which deals with wrestling, boxing and all things fighting. I am a straight guy but the idea of wrestling someone in private is a huge turn on. We had chatted for months and finally I found it within myself to get my ass in gear and commit to meeting up.

The messaging resulted in the final commitment from both of us. My opponent would host at his large house in Northern England. He had large mats in a dedicated room.

We agreed on submission wrestling. The attire agreed, simple, nothing but thongs, barefoot. We would both enter the mat room in gowns and then dis-robe for the bout.

It was an easy bag to pack. I threw in my dark blue thong and my gown. This was happening for real.

I'm in my 40s and my opponent is in his 30s. He's a wealthy guy and has been wrestling in private for several years.

I put his address in the car satnav, started the engine, and set off. 165 miles up the motorway to think about what I'm about to do!

My heart was racing. It was a Saturday afternoon and the whole idea that this was all strictly between me and him was exciting and nerve racking. It was our plan, all our making. He is a bi-sexual guy, I am straight. It wasn't about sex. It was purely about meeting to wrestle, man to man. Hand to hand combat. Old school style.

The weather was cold and snow was forecast. It certainly wouldn't be cold indoors later when we engaged in our 'sport'

I was so nervous. I took deep breaths. I noticed he'd sent me a message about getting into his property when I arrived. He instructed me to give him two rings, and he'd open the electric gates so I could drive in. He ended it with 'looking forward to meeting you, ding ding'

Inside 50 miles to go. It was getting dark. I was shaking with all kinds of emotions.

Inside 10 miles. Do I turn around? I am straight, but I was literally going to strip off, don a tiny thong, and wrestle another man in private. Was I ready for this?

3 miles to go. Fuck it. I'm doing it! Let's do this!

I arrived outside his house, gave him a missed call. The gates to the property open and I drive in.

I park up. The wind is ice cold, and snow has started to fall. The large house looks warm and inviting.

The front door opens and my 'opponent' is waiting with a smile.

'Hi. Hope you had a good drive'

'It was OK thanks'

We shook hands.

I entered the swanky property. The door closed.

I admitted to being nervous. He was so good at putting me at ease though.

'Would you like a drink?' he asked. 'How about a dram of whisky, to take the nerves away?'

'Yes, that would be good. Thank you!'

I loved how straight to the point he was. 'So, if you want to go and get changed there is a room through there'

He went to pour a small measure of whisky. I went to the spare bedroom to change. Quite simple. Strip off naked, slide on the tiny thong. That's it!

I looked good in the mirror. I had shaved my hair off my chest and legs etc. We agreed on smooth on smooth wrestling.

I put on my dressing gown and barefooted, nervously walked back to the large hallway area. My opponent met me with that wry smile and a small amount of whisky. Again, he was to the point. 'That room there. Go in there and wait for me. I'll join you shortly. Don't be nervous. Enjoy this. It's just me and you'

He left to go and get changed as he was still in a shirt, trousers and shoes.

I entered the room. It was a room totally dedicated to wrestling! Large blue mats on the floor. On the wall was a large wide screen LCD TV. On it currently was a video of two women wrestling naked. This was already an intense experience. I was a fan watching women wrestle and catfight and he knew that.

Several minutes passed. The TV turned off by itself. To be honest I was too nervous and apprehensive to watch the females fighting on the TV.

The lighting in the 'fight venue' was dim. It was a warm room. It was clean and minimalist. I waited patiently. The door to the room opened, and in walked my opponent. He was also in a gown although his gown was silk and just above his knees in length. He closed the door behind him then went to his corner on the mats.

Straight to the point without any bullshit. 'You first. Lets see you'

I took that as take off my gown. Slightly shaking but trying to cover it up, I took off the gown. This was such a strange experience. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I threw the gown to one side. I stood there, barefooted, a tiny pouch concealing my dick and a slice of thin material going up between my bum cheeks. This was really happening.

My opponent cheekily wolf whistled at me. I am tall and slim with slight muscle in places. Similar to my opponent in height and weight. It's an evenly matched bout, but not in experience.

Nothing is said. I don't know what to say!

My opponent looks impressed by me. It looks like he's got a hard on. He slides off his silver coloured silk robe and throws it to one side. He is wearing a tiny shiny silver thong. A pouch for his dick, thin side strings high on the hips going to a triangular thong of silver material disappearing into his bum crack. He is shaven all over. He has good definition but isn't overly built. He has slight stubble on his face and his hair in a modern style.

'I'm going to kick your ass' he states calmly as he stretches. We had agreed to trash talk to add extra spice.

'Bring it' is my best retort.

'ooohhhhhh ready for some sport are ya?' he replies.

We walk towards the centre of the mats. They feel firm and cold under my bare feet. We meet for a stare down, as the cold wind howls against the windows, which are covered by thick curtains.

Was I really doing this?!

Our nipples touch slightly as we do the stare down. He backs away slightly and lightly slaps me across the face! It hurt and surprised me! We instantly grab each other's hands and immediately go for a test of strength. It's a real competition! We are really competing! Shit! This is for real!

Initially I get the better of him, but he puts in a huge groan and effort and then gets me down on my knees. He gently puts his barefoot on my chest then kicks me back onto the mat. He then jumps on top of me and we have already gone into mat wrestling!

He gets on top of me. I can feel his hard on. I am hard too. This is intense. He covers my mouth with his hand. Then he quickly gets onto his knees and pins me. I cannot budge him. I try lifting my ass off the mat but I can't. The tough bastard starts to count! 1......2............3..........4........5.....

We agreed on a 5 count for the pins. First fall to him. We breath deeply. He calls me 'a pussy' then walks away.

I get up and whilst his back is to me, I go after him, I slap against him, my nipples against his back. I lock him in a standing full nelson. My cock is nestled in his bum crack. I make sure I hurt him. 'Cheating fuck' he shouts!

I've watched wrestling, both men's and women's. I'm aware of the moves but never done it for real. He starts to squirm. I'm surprised by myself. This was full on. We were fighting (keeping it sane though!)

He begs me to stop, so I do. It's a fall each. Not even sure how many we are doing! Just raw private, dirty mat wrestling!

We both back away to our corners. Already I'm feeling how draining wrestling is. There we were in nothing but thongs, squaring off again in the dim, warm light.

'come on then fucker' he says...

We charge at each other. He is skillful, and side steps me! I stumble clumsily and go ass over tit on his side of the mat.

He quickly grabs me with my right leg, then twists! I literally scream out. I don't know which way he bent my leg, but it hurt! I instantly banged the mat! He laughed and dropped my leg. My hip hurt.

I got to my feet, and he gave me a chance. My thong had slipped to one side, so I straightened it up my ass. I noticed he was massaging his cock. Obviously turned on by this intense encounter.

He raises his hands and offers the test of strength again. I accept, stupidly. He very lightly punches me in my lower belly! It hurts enough for me to bend over. He grabs me in a tight headlock and walks me around the mat like I'm his dog. He keeps squeezing. It's awful. He drops to the mat, taking me with him. He locks his arms and legs with mine, and we are now entwined on the mat. It's pure wrestling. No way out but fight.

He spreads his legs stretching my legs at the hip joints again. I scream! It hurts! I instantly submit again.

He allows me no time to recover but all the time reminds me 'please tell me to stop if you want me to'

He grabs me with my hair and pulls me up like something out of a girl fight!

He again lightly slaps me around the face. He then slaps my bum then pushes me, so I go flying across the mat in an embarrassed heap!

This time he flexes and stretches whilst I try and compose myself. He grabs a remote control and switches the TV back on. It's on silent but this time it's a video of two men wrestling naked in a sand pit.

'Ding ding' he shouts then moves quickly towards me. He dives on top of me and tries to pin me again, but I somehow manage to lift my ass and go into a roll around scrap with him on the mat. Neither can get on top. We moan and groan. We have both worked up a slight sweat in this warm mat room. Outside, the snow falls and the wind howls. No one here to interfere. It's just me and him. Our privately arranged encounter.

I manage to get on top. We are now both breathing very heavily. It's exhausting. I get my knees on his upper arms in an effort to pin him, but my inexperience shines through and in lightning fashion his legs come up around me, and he literally throws me off him using his slender long legs!

Fuck!

I see the lights above me then I smell the mat as I'm down face first. The next thing is his weight on top of me. He composes himself. He sits on me, bum to bum. The next thing his hands are under my chin and I'm being put into a killer camel clutch! He knows I'm flexible so he goes full on!

'AaaaaaaaaaaaaGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' I CRY OUT!

He bends me backwards. No mercy.

I literally bang the mat. Bang bang bang! I submit.

He lets me go. I flop face first into the mat. He stands on me briefly then walks across the mat without looking back.

'Are you done?' he asks.

'Ding ding' I say quietly...

'Mmmmmmmmmmmmm fighting talk' he replies.

He allows me to get up, but then again, in an instant, he rushes at me and grabs me in a very real, very powerful bearhug!

He wraps his arms around me, and we are there semi-naked as he squeezes the air out of me. He groans and moans out loud as he puts all his effort into hurting me. I can barely breathe or think. I tap his back and he drops me unceremoniously on the mat. I land on my ass. I'm spent, but it's not enough for him. He pushes me down, then literally sits on my face and lifts my legs up. I have no way out. I have to sniff his ass crack and deal with it. I hear him slowly counting me out.

He drops my legs then stands over me. He flexes his biceps and places one foot on my face. 'You are out, bitch' He states.

After a short break we then slap our part naked bodies together and wrestle for a minute or two. Neither is it getting the advantage. I try my best but out of nowhere he has me again! This time his slender but powerful right thigh and calf are wrapped around my neck. He intensifies this pure wrestling choke until all I can do is bang against his skin with my free hand and submit!

He lets me drop to the mat yet again.

What an incredible experience.

He takes his thong off and starts to wank himself whilst watching the wrestling on the TV screen. I am aching all over but overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions. I am turned on now too. I take my thong off and to forget about my aching body I join him in a wank off over the sand pit wrestling on the TV.

The pair of us easily cum. We laugh and joke. We shake hands and he offers a rematch any time. We promise to leave each other a review on the website we met on. It was a surreal encounter. It was like nothing I had done before. He even takes my thong to add to his collection of 'ass kickings'

I stay the night in one of his spare rooms. His offer, in the morning, how about naked wrestling after breakfast?

Decisions.... decisions...

To be continued?