A LONG story of one of my most memorable experiences. I wrot..
🕑 Added 2021-07-31 01:55:06 +0000 UTC
A LONG story of one of my most memorable experiences. I wrote this by voice dictating then checking for errors so please forgive any typos. If something doesn't make sense, try to 'sound it out' haha!
Part 1
//// "I most remember the sound of his cum splattering on the mats and his sharp gasp when a spurt hit his face. The rest of his load was on his abs and then I was cumming."
The summer after high school one of my teammates on the wrestling team was basically like my connected twin. We were 18 but didn’t have responsibilities yet. And we were focused on one thing that summer. Wrestling. He had some college aspirations and i was a willing training partner.
So we spent all day together several days a week. We met for our team morning workouts and then usually spent most or all the day together. Rested at each other's house after workouts, ate together and hung out until a later-in-the-day skill practice session with the club. After that another shower and meal...repeat repeat
A lot of time we would participate in these small group mini practices in one of the assistant coaches' second floor of his mechanic shop barn building (rural farm area). It was about 30 feet by 18 feet with mats on the floors and walls. Up a flight and a half of narrow steps. Sweltering hot in the summer.
After some instruction from an assistant coach or an ex-club member returning from college, we would pair up for drilling and sparring. Calvin and I were about the same weight, with him being just a little heavier but me quicker. He was taller but I was stronger. We had absolute wars sparring. Loved it!
We were up there so often and always wanted to keep going with more wrestling that eventually the leaders just let us be responsible for leaving everything right when we were done. Once they left it was probably 2 days before anyone else would come up there--and it would be them returning to start the next practice. So it was our own little world of 1-on-1.
We were friends, and always recognized the value we had to each other for improvement--so no injuries or even hard feelings. It was like we were using each other to fight against weakness. But we didn’t realize all this at that time.
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I think since we were spending so much time together and kind of being like warrior brothers against this tough effort of wrestling it just was a natural extension that we got really comfortable with each other... and of course we were showering at the same time after practice, examining each other's skin for any infection warning signs, and spending so much time on the mats in close contact like that you feel everything.
We would usually try to wear minimal clothes because it was so hot on the second floor during the summer. You started in some layers to prep the body but soon it was just shorts and shirts. Shirts eventually soaked with sweat from the hard work.
Shirts came off when they were soaked. And the shorts of course were athletic cut for easy movement. You could see and feel pretty much everything on each other. Most of the guys wore compression underwear also.
So one day it was down to just the two of us as the last two athletes and we were pretty tired, As we kept doing our techniques we were getting pretty lazy. Not being quick and hitting moves fast but rather having long slow set ups and just heavily laying on each other with the bottom guy too tired to really mount a powerful escape and the top guy also not able to mount an effective pin hold. We felt exhausted and both were trying to 'outlast' the other...to not be the one to call it quits first.
If you were watching you would have seen two hot lean sweat slicked muscular bodies tightly hugging each other and pushing and pulling for the take down.
//// Not trying to hold one another down...and also not trying to escape.
The only fabric we have on is mesh shorts and every inch of fabric is soaked. Every technique calls for maximum skin contact for controlling your opponent. Hot skin and hard muscle radiating heat and sweat. There are always accidental bumps and touches and honestly quite a few holds entail a proper technique with your hand dangerously close to the goods anyway...
I knew what Calvin had between his legs. I had seen it soft dozens of times with showers and weigh-ins. And I had felt it...on my thigh. On my chest once before I escaped. And more than a handful of times my hand had brushed right against it.
So we kept going again and again. Calvin tries a takedown and I try a counter but they are both half-assed so my shoe gets caught in the crotch of his shorts. In one instance his shorts just rip along nearly the entire inseam. They basically split in front and back halves with the waistband around his waist. Sounded like a fake movie sound effect and looked hilarious. We both freeze and burst out laughing. He unceremoniously strips them down. Underneath he had on dark blue compression TRUNKS. They had the tight pouch of compression shots but a square cut with about 4" of material on each hip. I realized I had never seen these before. The compression underwear that I had seen guys wearing before was always like a mid thigh length. With more material on the hips it didn’t look so much like he was in underwear. It didn’t have the long leg of the compression short covering his thigh muscles.
All the sudden I kind of realized that there was this incredibly hot guy standing in front of me with a very thin layer of material covering a very small area of his body.
Sweaty, muscular, breathing a little heavy, and with a tiny amount of fabric hiding only one part of his body. He turned around and threw his shorts to the side and I couldn’t believe how his ass looked in those. It was round and RIGHT THERE!
He turned back to me and took a ready stance for another session. I definitely hesitated for a moment because I was still trying to comprehend how little he was wearing while I still had my full length shorts. I hesitated but was grateful for the opportunity to avoid being caught just staring at his underwear. My mind was racing but also time was standing still.
When I hesitated, Calvin thought it was for a different reason. He relaxed and asked me what was up. I didn't say anything but my eyes must have given me away. Maybe I looked again or maybe he had seen me staring a moment before. He looked down at his underwear and said what?
I said, probably more like half stammered, that I had just never seen underwear like that before. This was like a hybrid between briefs and boxer briefs. At this point he said that his mom had gotten them for both him and his younger brother In some kind of value pack and apparently it was a "European cut".
"What, are they weird? I don't know what I think about them yet. But they do a great job during wrestling to keep my balls in place." Calvin was always hilariously loose about talking about his balls. I think like any teenage boy You are suddenly hyper aware of what you have, but Calvin actually talked about it Haha! With this he kind of cupped his balls and jiggled his package around a little bit as if to show how the underwear kept him secure during wrestling. At this moment I noticed that I was at least 30% hard! I hadn't realized it until that moment but I was definitely getting hard.
Calvin took his ready stance and I matched him ready to go again now as we had both caught our breath a bit. Right as I took my ready stance and a half step towards him to start again, he suddenly stood up relaxed and said something about how it would look weird if he was in only underwear but I still had shorts on.
At this point penis brain was starting to take over and logic was going out the window. Of course in hindsight I know that it was extremely unlikely for anyone else to come in and see us wrestling as we were on our own up there. And if they did come in we would easily just explain that his shorts had ripped.
So looking back on it, I think maybe Calvin wanted to see me in my underwear.
So in a moment and almost felt like an out of body experience, In this hot room, sweaty and thirsty and a little bit lightheaded, I pulled down my shorts and slingshotted them from the elastic waistband into the corner of the room. I looked over to Calvin and saw that he was staring directly at my underwear. I looked down and saw my semi nicely filling the pouch of my mid length Compression shorts. I was right on the edge of how much erection you can have without calling it a hard on. I looked up because I was sure that he was going to call me out on this but he said "see, yours is all wrinkled up on either side. That happens when you have muscular thighs. I hate it!"
I saw exactly what he was talking about and he was right. As I started to pull at the legs to adjust the fabric, I tried to subtly adjust my growing boner also. And I used the opportunity to look at him again for "comparison". I agreed with him and said it seems like a better design.
The second time I looked at Calvin it seemed like his bulge was bigger than the first time. Maybe I was just imagining it or maybe he was feeling the same as me.
Either way I barely had time to think more about it because he took his ready stance again and I quickly did the same. We were back at it nearly full speed because of our break. We battled for dominant position and went through several back-and-forth scrambles. My boner shrank away as we focused again on the physical effort. When we changed position and Calvin wrapped his arm around To start from the referee's position, I felt his fingers trace along my waistband. That brought my attention back to my dick with a vengeance. As I tried to escape his hold his hand switched into a deep wrap around my leg high in my crotch. Basically grabbing around the leg right at the top of the groin. It was a familiar position but the fact that I only had a millimeter of fabric between my semi hard dick and his arm made it a new experience. (continued in part 2)
