post last week that provoked a fair bit of discussion about being married and gay, but this comment was about the wrestling pictures that were posted to illustrate the post. I loved that the comment was related to the post yet totally unrelated to the rest of the "discussion" that was going on there.
The anonymous comment said:
"Seems that everything is already said in the above comments so all I want to add is a compliment on the wonderful wrestling pictures. Wrestling is such a turn on! Stretching out each others bodies, feeling the muscles, dominating, being dominated. Sorry for being totally off topic now :-)"Well the weird thing is that I had/have a huge thing about wrestling too. I have even tried it. So this comment reminded me of a meeting I had about 6 or 7 years ago.
Things seemed to flow from one thing to another and managed to speak to a few guys who were also very much into wrestling. Some of them seemed to take the whole idea very seriously. Being a married guy who is attracted to men and and arranging a meeting is hard enough, but add to that equation a place to wrestle made things extra difficult. There was one guy I spoke to a few times on the phone and via emails. He seemed to get extremely turned on by the fight build-up, he loved to tell me what he'd like to happen during the fight and that I was a pussy and he could beat me, and once I'd submitted to him what he would do to me. I would obviously return and telling him that he was the pussy and I'd beat him and he'd be mine etc... I never got to meet this guy. I had heard from some other guys that he was a bit crazy (I don't know in the end if this was true or not) but I wasn't going to take any chances.
He told me he lived in the house with friends, but I think it was his parent's house. I got out of the car and we shook hands. I reminded him that I'm very discreet and we headed inside. There was a large lounge area and he began placing the cushions on the floor to create a wrestling area. We agreed on a few rules - no hurting each other, we fight to submission and we keep our underwear on - the idea of the fight to remove the other's underwear and to force him into submission.
While he lay on his back, I knelt between his spread legs and grabbed his cock, I jokingly told him that it was now my cock. He just smiled and I began to stroke it slowly. We were both tired and sweating from the fight and my hand was sliding up and down nicely. While I stroked his cock with one hand I put a finger from my other hand between his cheeks. He lifted up his arse slowly to give me better access and my middle finger sliding inside him. Within a couple of minutes of me wanking him and fingering his arse I could feel his cock begin to twitch, his breathing becoming heavier and he finally shoots his load over his stomach and chest.
We chatted for a few minutes while I got dressed. He just put on his briefs as he talked to me. We said we would do it again some time. But we never did. Other than looking at a few websites. That was my first and last experience of gay erotic wrestling. Given the right time and place I'd definitely do it again.