The entire wrestling scene got my blood hot at about 13.  I was a strong kid - good size too, so they decided I was a "natural".  Like the other guys here... I was really conservative.  I was always spending time with my friends & I was a "regular kid" until puberty hit.  Everybody else saw "puberty" from the outside.  From the inside, not everything was going as planned.  Zero interest in females was the number.  Not 2...not 1 ... but ZER0.  At the same time, I was a jock on the wrestling team with a reputation to make.  My solution was to find a long-distance relationship.  She lived on the moon - but I said 2 towns over.  We met at a community picnic & it was true love (I swear - under threat of discovery...)!

Not that original, huh?  Well, most teenagers are borderline complete moron anyhow - so the scam worked.  By the time I was |EDITED| years old, I'd found a way to figure out who was feeling what for whom.  I heard someone else talk about it too: use mirrors to scope who's scoping who.  A little one in the locker aimed at 1 or 2 others can be an awesome spy-spy tool. 

The problem was, how to get the guy under my control.  See, I knew that some of these guys must like the hand as much as I did.  Sometimes 3-4 times a day (ok...on the weekends).  I loved being close - hard rubb'n with some of my buddies (not everyone - just a few).  But those few!  I had to buy a reinforced jock - if you get my itch.

I decided that I was gonna narrow things down, so I targeted a dude named Dale Divers.  We were already friends, so I chummed up with him & we began to hang out more.  Christmas vacation, my parents split for relatives houses - for 4 days.  I invited dale over for the 26th, 27th, 28th.  The plot would begin on the 26th. 

I had a few other friends show up on the 26th & we played football in the snow all day.  I made sure to set the teams up in such a way that Dale was run & tackled to exhaustion.  At the day's end, we broke into the rum cake & added more rum for the flavor.  Dale got most of mine - but he didn't seem to mind.  At the end of the night, we had a really deep discussion where Dale told me his life story & all it's woes.  The guy was interesting - but the Rum was adding a tearful edge.  Well, I was helping guide the conversation there too.  At the end of the night, we toasted to VERY BEST FRIENDS & something else I don't recall.  What I do recall is that Dale had his arm around me& head on my shoulder.  We ended up crashing there - on the couch - together - arm in arm.

The next day ... sore & hangover (not a bad one) hit Dale.  I made him a stiff coffee with a couple of Excedrin.  He was back in action by noon.  We called my friends & they came over again for more football.  As before, Dale was run ragged.  We stuffed ourselves with leftovers at about 6:PM. At 8:PM, I had another rum-cake wetted down.  I treated Dale like he was capable of no wrong & bolstered his ego.  I already knew he scoped me out regularly in the locker room, so I was just gonna help things along.  At about 10:P, I suggested we go to the basement where I had a home gym.  I also had mats there. 

Since then, this has pretty much become a formula for wearing a dude down.  I started out asking Dale if he wanted to wrestle some.  He said he was sore - so I stepped in & began to use the massagers on him.  Between the rum & the fatigue, he was putty.  Gradually, I got his clothes off - down to his gym-shorts & skivvies.

From massage, I began to tickle him some.  This gradually turned to "wrestle mode" as he resisted.  However, the dude was sore.  He began to get tired as I kept the play going.  Eventually, he was spending more time begging for mercy because he was too sore & tired to break the pin & stop the slow tickle torture that I moved in whenever I'd get him pinned. 

He loved the play & couldn't stop laughing - merely at the fun part of it (not to mention being tickled).  I even let him pin me a few times (but he knew I was giving him an edge).  I let him get me is some good positions - just so he could tickle back.  I could tell he was into this.

I was gradually moving in for the finale & for my next move, I got him pinned really good in a move I thought of myself.  I got his upper body pinned with my legs - leaving my arms free to have my way with his lower body.  Once he was pinned good, I reached up & slid his gym shorts off as I suggested "raising the steaks".  He was nuts hysterical with laughter & too beaten to really resist - so off the shorts came.  The guy had a totally awesome body & pulling those shorts down over his laughing form was just a dish away from the main menu.

As I held his arms still & head down with my legs, I held his knees with one arm while I tickled his feet mercilessly with my free hand.  He rolled some & yelled while he laughed hysterically - begging me to stop - but that helpless male body rippling with tired muscles was too much to resist.  Meanwhile, the bulge in his shorts was unmistakable.  He wasn't hard - but his dick was retaining some hydraulic volume.

I pinned, & tickled him -- continuing to wear him down until finally, I put him in a back breaker.  With one hand on his chin, I slowly cupped his balls with my free hand.  He let out a laugh at the gesture & tried to wiggle his legs, - but I merely held them down with my ball-cupping hand.  His breathing was tortured & labored.  I moved my hand back up & cupped his balls again.  He flinched & groaned - "duuude..."

"Surrender...", I said as I gave his semi a gentle squeeze.  He said nothing & just breathed hard as I ran my hand up the length of his hardening shaft.  He moaned softly as I reversed direction & went back down. 

I slid out from the back breaker- leaving him laying on the floor - still in my hold.  I wiggled out of my briefs - as I slipped my hand under the rear of his briefs & slid them off over his muscular legs exposing his very stimulated cock.

Having had a few moments to catch his breath, Dale began to try to wrestle back - laughing with heaving breaths & a smile on his face between positioning for the best holds.

He got to his feet - still having a deep oxygen deficit & I stood up & took the moment to reposition myself.  His eyes quickly glanced my nakedness - & he feigned not noticing.  His erection had gone down some but in the mere moments he scoped me - it began to re-inflate (telling what he was feeling beyond his act of 'disinterest').

Quickly, I stepped in & put him in a headlock.  He was virtually a total noodle - trying to laugh & wrestle at the same time.  He was exhausted & sore - with some rum in him to boot.   I had little problem getting him down again.

Back into the back breaker - Dale plead to be freed.  "Promise me you'll lay still - right there..." I demanded as my condition.

A grunt was his agreement.  I slid out from under him - leaving his body half-arched on the floor.  My gosh - he was a beautiful hunk of a man! 

I slid down on top of him so that my knees went between his & then my upper body rested on top of his.  He flattened out some as I reached around him with a strong hug.  "Winner names the prize...", I said. "And I won..."

Dale looked at me with a warm smile that spoke of his physical exhaustion.  "And I want to cuddle with my buddy Dale for a while...", I continued.

Our dicks were hard- up against each other as Dale's gave a quick twitch.  A second or so passed & mine answered back.  We relaxed into each other's hug and just let of cocks do the talking.  Soon, the throbs became more frequent & then the awesome hardness that came on each one caused them to spawn wave after wave of muscle-grinding orgasm the spilled luv & spunk all over our waiting abs.  

After we stopped shooting - Dale shook his head & asked: "Bro, do you how long I've wanted to do something like that with you?"

"Maybe as long as me?", I answered.  Didn't want to come across as just seeing you as a piece of meat though.  Friends first, yeah?"

"Always bro ... always.  hey, do you think we could go to your room now & you could kinda finish that massage where it was just before you began tickl'n on me?"

Grinning, I got off from him & stood - offering him my hand.  "Hammer on ya all day & night bro.  Cum this way.", & he did.  It was an awesome Christmas vacation - & I got to unwrap my favorite present repeatedly!

Since Dale, I'm made a few other wrestling buddies.  I can't tell ya how much I love 'em.  There are no words.  It's like having an extended family of guys you can trust with anything.  Thanks for making this site happen.