Wrestling Fantasy Part 1
It's the early afternoon on a warm, summer's day as I drive the long, winding road out into the country. My sat-nav shows I'm close to the farmhouse address on the invitation. Just as the tarmac road gives way to gravel and narrows considerably, the house comes into sight, and I follow a couple of handmade arrow signs directing me to park in a grassy field. As I kill the car's engine my heartbeat picks up a little.
There are maybe a dozen or so other cars already there and as I check the invite on my phone, I hear the tyres of another car on the gravel as it arrives. The invite says the whole land I am on is totally private, no neighbours, no prying eyes within miles, and to leave all my gear, including clothes, in the car. I get out into the warm sunshine and stretch after the drive. I am only wearing swim shorts and a vest top so these don't take long to slip off. The sun immediately feels good on my naked body, and I feel myself stir slightly. I watch the other newly arrived car for a moment. It has parked about twenty feet away, and two sunglassed and tanned guys get out. They look over and wave. After returning the wave, I check I have left everything safely in the car. I have a small wash bag with essentials, including condoms, mints, and fresh bottle of poppers, plus my phone and car key. I grab the party box of Peroni beer from the back seat before walking off across the grass with just some light tennis shoes on my feet. I nod again at the other two who are now also naked but still have the car doors open.
I walk out of the field and see that next to the brick farmhouse is a large, open-sided barn, where I can hear music playing and voices. As I get closer a guy comes out and introduces himself as the host. He is in his 30's, slim and of course naked. He is holding a beer can and appears to have already had a few. He briefly checks the invite on my phone and then walks me into the barn hailing a new arrival. There are probably fifteen to twenty guys there, mostly naked, one or two wearing jocks. Several nod and smile in my direction and I see a few recognisable faces from previous parties.
As I take in the surroundings, I see that some hay bales have been put out in a large rectangle and a blue tarpaulin covers the ground of this self made rink. On the floor of the rink are two naked guys who appear to have each other in a shoulder hold. The audience cheers as one pulls the other to the ground. I put my bottle pack on a large bench at the far end of the barn, where other assorted bottles and cans have collected. There's also a large wooden barrel which appears to be full of crushed ice and in which several further bottles sit partially buried. I grab one of the cold ones, flip the lid and take a long swig. Then I walk over to speak to the guys I know and watch more of the wrestling. Others are soon introducing themselves and the conversation flows as does the beer.
I am soon on my third or fourth bottle and feeling very relaxed. There have been several more new arrivals after me and the numbers now must be in excess of thirty. The wrestling on the floor has now turned from fighting to more of a sex show as both guys are now hard and one is sucking the other. The audience, including me, are all watching intently, and several are either stroking themselves or each other. The friend I have been chatting with currently has his hand pleasantly grasped around me and I, in turn, have my hand wrapped around the cock of another, newer arrival.
We watch the show as it gets steamier and steamier, and it's clear that one of the two, the stronger and more dominant from the wresting, is preparing to claim his prize. He quickly slides on a condom and before long we are all watching him thrust into a groaning recipient. The cheering grows as this happens and the guy who's cock has been enjoying my hand for several minutes leans and starts to nibble and suck at my nipples. The guy doing the thrusting is clearly very aroused by all the encouragement and his physical prowess over the receiver, but it's also clear he isn't there for the long haul now, and within only a few minutes he lets out several loud groans as he cums inside his opponent. Both get to their feet and take a bow to the applause, their faces smiling if somewhat flushed in the heat. Someone passes them some gratefully received open, cold bottles to swig from.
The fervour of the group eases off for a while as the excitement of the moment subsides. The friend I have been talking to asks me if I've ever tried a bout or two of wrestling and I tell him it's one of the things on my bucket list yet to be ticked off. Then he suggests that now is the time, to take the bull by the horns, to give it a try. I knew from previous conversations that he had wrestled before, so when he said that he would be honoured to go on with me, I felt a little more confident that I wouldn't make a fool of myself. Before I have a chance to change my mind, I see him sidle up to the host and tell him our plan. they chink their bottles together, look over smilingly at me and I know the deal is done. We are next on in the ring, and the audience are expecting another show! See how my fantasy progresses in Part 2.
There are maybe a dozen or so other cars already there and as I check the invite on my phone, I hear the tyres of another car on the gravel as it arrives. The invite says the whole land I am on is totally private, no neighbours, no prying eyes within miles, and to leave all my gear, including clothes, in the car. I get out into the warm sunshine and stretch after the drive. I am only wearing swim shorts and a vest top so these don't take long to slip off. The sun immediately feels good on my naked body, and I feel myself stir slightly. I watch the other newly arrived car for a moment. It has parked about twenty feet away, and two sunglassed and tanned guys get out. They look over and wave. After returning the wave, I check I have left everything safely in the car. I have a small wash bag with essentials, including condoms, mints, and fresh bottle of poppers, plus my phone and car key. I grab the party box of Peroni beer from the back seat before walking off across the grass with just some light tennis shoes on my feet. I nod again at the other two who are now also naked but still have the car doors open.
I walk out of the field and see that next to the brick farmhouse is a large, open-sided barn, where I can hear music playing and voices. As I get closer a guy comes out and introduces himself as the host. He is in his 30's, slim and of course naked. He is holding a beer can and appears to have already had a few. He briefly checks the invite on my phone and then walks me into the barn hailing a new arrival. There are probably fifteen to twenty guys there, mostly naked, one or two wearing jocks. Several nod and smile in my direction and I see a few recognisable faces from previous parties.
As I take in the surroundings, I see that some hay bales have been put out in a large rectangle and a blue tarpaulin covers the ground of this self made rink. On the floor of the rink are two naked guys who appear to have each other in a shoulder hold. The audience cheers as one pulls the other to the ground. I put my bottle pack on a large bench at the far end of the barn, where other assorted bottles and cans have collected. There's also a large wooden barrel which appears to be full of crushed ice and in which several further bottles sit partially buried. I grab one of the cold ones, flip the lid and take a long swig. Then I walk over to speak to the guys I know and watch more of the wrestling. Others are soon introducing themselves and the conversation flows as does the beer.
I am soon on my third or fourth bottle and feeling very relaxed. There have been several more new arrivals after me and the numbers now must be in excess of thirty. The wrestling on the floor has now turned from fighting to more of a sex show as both guys are now hard and one is sucking the other. The audience, including me, are all watching intently, and several are either stroking themselves or each other. The friend I have been chatting with currently has his hand pleasantly grasped around me and I, in turn, have my hand wrapped around the cock of another, newer arrival.
We watch the show as it gets steamier and steamier, and it's clear that one of the two, the stronger and more dominant from the wresting, is preparing to claim his prize. He quickly slides on a condom and before long we are all watching him thrust into a groaning recipient. The cheering grows as this happens and the guy who's cock has been enjoying my hand for several minutes leans and starts to nibble and suck at my nipples. The guy doing the thrusting is clearly very aroused by all the encouragement and his physical prowess over the receiver, but it's also clear he isn't there for the long haul now, and within only a few minutes he lets out several loud groans as he cums inside his opponent. Both get to their feet and take a bow to the applause, their faces smiling if somewhat flushed in the heat. Someone passes them some gratefully received open, cold bottles to swig from.
The fervour of the group eases off for a while as the excitement of the moment subsides. The friend I have been talking to asks me if I've ever tried a bout or two of wrestling and I tell him it's one of the things on my bucket list yet to be ticked off. Then he suggests that now is the time, to take the bull by the horns, to give it a try. I knew from previous conversations that he had wrestled before, so when he said that he would be honoured to go on with me, I felt a little more confident that I wouldn't make a fool of myself. Before I have a chance to change my mind, I see him sidle up to the host and tell him our plan. they chink their bottles together, look over smilingly at me and I know the deal is done. We are next on in the ring, and the audience are expecting another show! See how my fantasy progresses in Part 2.
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