“Have you ever hooked up with another wrestler?” I get asked this question a lot, and I have only hooked up with one other wrestler when I was in HS. The wrestling community is VERY conservative, republican, good-old-boy, country, heterosexual, straight, non-queer, etc.. So in that environment, I've never thought to look, put out a vibe, flirt. It is business when wrestling. Which is why this took me by surprise. We were in a huge convention center for an open. I had finished for the day I was in the back of a huge room. I started talking to a guy from another school. "Z" was 21, 5.8 wrestling 175, had some great chest hair and just the right amount of scruff on his face. I assumed he was normally a clean cut sorta guy, but a multi-day open was laxing his personal standards. We had some casual conversation, half-heartedly watching some of the last matches of the day. The room was hot after my last match of the day, so I had my singlet down below my waist with about an inch and a half of the waistband of my compression shorts showing. We were talking about an individual on another team that was doing really well that weekend. I reached into my shorts to adjust, which if you have ever been around wrestlers, it is as natural as breathing. So thinking nothing of it, I was continuing the conversation, when I looked down and noticed that Z's eyes were glued to my crouch. It took him way too long for him to notice that I had stopped talking and noticed him completely zoned out. He came out of the haze, and tried to continue the conversation. After a few minutes of conversation, his eyes kept darting back to my junk. I couldn't tell if he was turned on or curious, but I knew I had an audience. I put my hand back down for a quick adjustment to see if I could get him to look again. With my hand on my balls I continued our conversation with a slightly more intentional adjustment and leaned forward. Z was completely focused on my dick, so I knew I had him. I tried to adjust my cock over with my hand on the outside of my singlet, and pulled it to my side towards my leg. Z looked up and we both gave each other a knowing look, we both knew we were down for something. I figured this would be a fun show, and I have a watcher. After a long day and a few days without sex, I was up for something. I continued with a few grabs of my junk inside and outside of my singlet. Z watched. I adjusted my balls, moved my dick around and gave this boy a show. Z couldn't take his eyes off me. I was trying to be as discreet as possible in such a big room, but I was pushing the envelope. So I did the one thing I could do to escalate in public. I peeled off my singlet and stood in front of him in my compression shorts. I reached in my compression shorts, took my balls in the palm of my hand and hand my dick between my thumb and my index finger. I gave my whole package a good shake for him and he got to see my bush and maybe some root. I figured I had pushed it far enough, and it was time for me to go. I took a pair of shorts out of my bag and a gym shirt, put them on and told Z bye, 'it was fun', and I headed back to my hotel room.
That night in my hotel room I got a DM message from a new follower on my account. It was Z. He slid into my DMs. Without much chit-chat, he quickly turned to confirming that I was showing off for him, and he confirmed that he liked it. Our conversation delved deep into sex, what we wanted and what we liked. His experiences were mostly based on straight sex with a few experiences with guys, but he was looking to expand his horizons. A few pics back and forth and we both knew we had to meet up. We realized we were both in the same hotel, the second floor was a large conference area that we used to get to the convention center where the open was being held so we decided to meet up there. The elevator doors opened and Z was standing in the second floor elevator lobby in a muscle shirt just barely covering his chest and shorts showing off his legs. We walked together around the corner to a back bathroom with the energy between us growing. Before the door closed behind us, we attacked each other making out tearing off each other’s clothes. He went down on me and sucked my cock, and for a first-timer, he was good. I returned the favor and watched him melt into submission. I could feel his body relax, so I stood up and faced him. I looked him in the eyes, and took two of my fingers and put them into his mouth, and had him suck on them and get them wet. I returned to my knees sucking his nice cut cock and used my wet fingers to open his hole up. His hairy hole was tight, and I attempted to just get one in. After a while, and some of my spit, and some finger wiggling, I was in him. His hole felt like it was going to cut off my finger. I gave him some instruction on how to relax and open up. I got a good motion going with my finger and had him sit on the counter between the handicapped sinks. Leaning him back with his head against the mirror, I worked on his hole, giving him all the spit I could to lube him up and open his hole. I stood up between his legs and leaned over him and kissed him. Fingering his hole and making out with him. I took my hard cock and rubbed the base against his hole and teased him with my cock. I looked into his eyes, and asked him if he was ready, his deep voice replied with, do you have a condom? We had spoken over DMs earlier about condoms and I found a single lubed condom at the bottom of my shaving kit. Lacking any condom safe lube, I knew this was going to be a struggle. I went back to my shorts, on the other side of the room, and got the condom out, rolled it down my shaft. I lined up with his hole and gave him some last second instructions. I worked on him for a while, and I got my head in but he just couldn’t relax. The lack of lube and the pain he was feeling we gave up on the attempt. He got off the sink counter and apologized. I took my only condom off, with a bit of regret, and stood in front of him with my hands on his meaty shoulders, and let him know it was okay, we had a good attempt and these things happen. We made out some more and Z dropped to his knees and started sucking my cock like he was trying to make up for it all. The boy got his effort together and he sucked my cock like a champ. I leaned against the sink counter and let him go to town on my hard dick. As I felt myself getting close, I gave him a warning. He didn’t stop. I could feel the cum rising ready to blow, I gave him one last warning and told him I was about to cum. He pulled his head back and quickly said, ”I want it” and dove back down on my cock, it was too much and I unloaded in his mouth. I felt the spray of cum hit my ankle and calf as he came too. I raised him off his knees, and we made out in the afterglow of cumming, I could taste some of my load left in his mouth. We came down from the high and knew we needed to get back to our rooms. We put our clothes back on and a final make out before we opened the bathroom door and went our separate ways.
The next day was the last day of the open. I wasn’t even finished before Z started ******* up my DMs. Before my last match, we DMed each other recalling the night before and reliving the details. He started asking me about my travel schedule and we were both staying in the hotel for another night and traveling the next day. He returned to apologizing for our lack of success and I attempted to assure him it was okay. Despite our lack of balls deep penetration, he was still eager to try again and sent some very lustful descriptions of how he wanted me inside him. I had to break it to him that I did not have another condom with me and I wanted to respect his request. He brushed it off and said there was more we could do, and referenced just enjoying sucking my cock.
That night, we were going to meet up again. I got the small jar of coconut oil I keep in my bag for jerking off. I was thinking I could at least do the work of figuring this guy and opening him up for the next guy to enjoy. My service to the community. The elevator doors opened to Z waiting for me in the same spot, same muscle shirt and shorts, but this time he walked over and kissed me to greet me. We made our way to the back bathroom, and were more handsy during the walk toward the back bathroom. It got more intense as we made our way and didn’t make it to the door before the passionate making out started. We ripped off each other’s clothes while making out, and it was better than the night before, the walls were down and we explored more, he discovered my nips and I found the weak spot on either side of his neck. I moved our passionate knot towards the same spot between the handicapped sinks. I put him on his back, and I told him to wait. I walked over to my shorts and got the jar of coconut oil, I showed it to him as I walked back to him and asked him if he knew what it was. I took the blank look as a ‘no’, and told him it was coconut oil and asked him if he had ever used it. After the second ‘no’ I told him I was going to change his world. My goal, was to lube him up so good that he would enjoy a good fingering and jerk him off, really give him a good experience.
I took a chunk of coconut oil out of the jar and put it in his hole. It started melting on my finger and disappeared inside him. I sent a finger in after it and his tight hole was so tight around my finger I could feel my blood pressure in my digit. I put some more oil in him and I could notice the difference in his pleasure, he was enjoying the penetration and his expressions changed. I felt the opportunity for more, so a second finger and added a third every once in a while. I kept adding oil, and he was dripping, and breathing heavily, riding my fingers. I lightly stroked his dick, but he was hard, throbbing and I didn’t want to send him over the edge too quickly. With my two fingers in him, I leaned over him and kissed him again, and moved down to his neck. His hips started bucking on my fingers. He started talking and I came up and looked in his face. He could barely get the words out: “I want it” “I want you in me”. I wanted it too, but I told him I didn’t have a condom. He responded with “I know, just your head” In my mind, I was thinking, the old ‘just the tip’, I’ll play the game. I pulled back and slowly took my fingers out. He was more open than last night, and if it was going to work, now was the time. He looked at me with his blue eyes, a mix of lust and fear, I teased his hole with my head so he would get a first taste. Rubbing his hole with my head sent his head back and he started breathing hard. I lined up and put pressure on his slick hole. He opened up around my head, his tight hole pushed my skin back, with feeling his hole give to the head of my cock and my raw head feeling his tight hole, we both started cursing. I was feeling intense pleasure and he was feeling something new. His dripping wet hole let me in but his tight hole made me work for it. We both lost our ability to speak, and started communicating with gasps of breath and grunts. My head slipped in and we both moaned in pleasure. I stopped to check in with him. I told him how good he felt and how perfect his hole was. He got out a ‘wait’ ‘just a second’ he needed a beat. So I stayed in place, and let him get used to his feelings. I leaned over him and got right in his face, his wide eyes looking right in mine. Doing that I slipped an extra centimeter in him and he gasped as we were face to face. We kissed, hoping to distract him a little from what he was feeling and get him to relax a little. This makeout made me slip a little more in and the switch flicked for him. The intense feeling changed to pleasure. He pulled our faces a part with his hands, and he asked for ‘more’ ‘I want more’. While leaning over him and face to face, I slowly put a few more inches in him, he groaned with pleasure, and encouraged more. He bared his teeth right to my face, and through his teeth gave me a ‘fuck, yes’ and he opened his mouth and moaned. My balls touched his ass and my root hit his hole, and I felt it hit my chin and fly between our faces. His load shot between us hitting my chest, chin, his face and the mirror in front of us. I held him there as the waves of pleasure passed through him and I waited face to face with him and let him experience the whole thing. He came out of the fog and he leaned up for a kiss. The rest of his body relaxed and he slowly came down. This is the point where most guys come out of the lust-fill haze and snap back to reality. Expecting this, I leaned in, gave him another kiss, and started to pull away. He wrapped an arm around my neck, pulled himself up to my mouth and kissed me again. Sitting up on the edge of the sink with my dick his balls deep in his guts, he looked at me and said: ‘I want you to finish’. I assured him that it was okay if I didn’t get off and he was under no obligation to make me cum if he was done. My dick inside him felt so good, and now I was having trouble keeping the conversation going. I wanted to fuck him so bad, and being balls deep in him it was taking all of my will power not to start thrusting in him. At this point, I haven't even got a full in/out motion yet, and my dick was throbbing in him. My brain and what little I could get out of my mouth was telling him it was okay if we were done, but my hard dick wanted to pound him.
We talked, he was more chatty now, but I was in a fuck-haze standing at the sink with my dick in him. I offered to just jerk off, or we could mess around, but he insisted keep going and try to fuck and see how far we could go. Giving into his request, but not putting up a fight, I leaned in and started making out with him. I pulled out about half way and slowly pushed back in. He gasped between our lips. His tight hole felt amazing. My rhythm became more consistent, we both were verbalizing our pleasure to each other. I had a good speed going, moving my hips in and out of him. His cock became hard again, and he started stroking. We were really going at it and I both of us working up a sweat. I could feel my nut getting close and I let him know I was getting close. No response. Again, ‘dude, i’m so close’ Z flashed his blue eyes at me and between his moans and pleasure while jerking his cock, “just cum in me”. I asked him if he was sure, Z shouted “do it!” and the load in my balls shot inside him. His cock started shooting a load all over his hairy chest and added to his previous load.
I finished, and still in him, we started kissing again. I pulled him up and towards me and continued kissing him. He winced a little when I pulled out of him, but the distraction of our lips helped. I kissed his chest, nipples and took some of his load in my mouth and returned to his lips and shared with him. He stood up and we slowly started putting out clothes back on, but stopping to make out and tease each other. What little we were wearing took a while to a while, each step seemed to be a point where we returned to making out. When we finally got everything back on, it took a few tries to open the door to leave, and a few more to get through the second door. We walked down the long hallway, touching, grabbing, holding each other. We got to the elevator bank and he pushed me against a table and we made out good and long waiting for the elevator to come, but forgetting to push the button. After a while, we pushed the button, the doors opened and we both got on the elevator. We took one last opportunity to make out as the elevator doors closed. Z’s hand went down my pants and grabbed my dick as we made out. Z pulled away when we felt the elevator come to his floor, he looked at me one last time, smirk on his face: “later, man”. The doors closed and me and my chubby-teased dick went up to my room’s floor.
