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I met Toby at 8:00 at his apartment on a Saturday night. We had known each other since childhood but had been out of contact for several years until I ran into him recently in a restaurant. We chatted about old times including some of the wrestling matches we used to have growing up. It was while we were talking about wrestling that we made plans to meet and he invited me over.

I was nervous, not having seen or talked to Toby in so long and wasn't sure if we would actually wrestle or not, but I was hoping we would and brought along a square cut swim suit along with a Speedo. Toby invited me in and chain locked his door behind me, which I thought was a good sign.

We sat in his living room, drinking beer and talking when our old wrestling matches were brought up once again. When we were young, we used to wrestle in my backyard one summer, each wearing shorts while removing our gym shoes and T-shirts. We really didn't know a lot of holds and we concentrated on scissors and full nelsons to win our matches. The wrestling was pretty even with each of us winning our share of submissions, mostly while grinding out a scissors until the opponent screamed a verbal submission or tapped out. It was all ground wrestling as we started on our knees and we always worked up a good sweat, wrestling in the sun. I still remember locking my legs around Toby from the back, sliding my hands up his sides and adding a full nelson, pulling him back until his head was near my shoulder and repeatedly asking for his submission. And Toby, scissoring me and then putting me on my back, raising the scissors higher as he pinned me down until I tapped or screamed.

We both enjoyed the body contact along with the erections that followed, and we wrestled almost every weekday that summer. My backyard was mostly secluded but occasionally the neighbors would be out and most of the time we continued to wrestle, ignoring their distraction. Other times, we would move the match indoors, to my living room where the wrestling became more intense. When we wrestled in my living room, we unbuttoned our shorts before the match began, adding to the excitement.

We still worked the same holds, scissors and full nelsons, but the holds were somehow more erotic. On several occasions, I rode Toby down to the floor with a body scissors until my shorts had slid down and then I locked on the full nelson, holding him tight.

Toby was notorious for using a headscissors, especially when wrestling indoors, and I still remember his thighs wrapped around my neck, shorts unbuttoned, unzipped and half way down while his briefs touched my face, his cock hard and straining. I would bridge high, trying to ease the pressure, my underwear bulging also.

After the first submission in indoor wrestling, I would lock the doors, close the curtains and we would remove our shorts, wrestling the remainder of the matches in our underwear. Again, we started from our knees and it was all ground wrestling, applying and escaping holds as we could. Submissions were lengthy and neither one of us would tap or verbally submit quick when caught.

We both wore briefs that allowed erections to slip through our flies while wrestling, which neither of us tried to prevent or cover up when this happened. The body scissors with two erections free happened more often, although headscissors submissions were the most common. We both went for them and once locked in place, the wrestler trapped never submitted until the pain became unbearable, which we made sure took a while. It's not that we didn't apply pressure, we did. It's just that when you gained the headscissors hold, it was more fun to work it and hold it than it was to get the quick submission--even though you knew it was eventually coming. Twisting and turning your opponent while wrapping tight around his neck was a real thrill, especially if you were able to turn the headscissors to the front. Stretching out and arching your back while holding the headscissors from the front, erection sticking out of your fly in the other guy's face, was the submission of choice in indoor matches. I gained and lost my share of those submissions. Tapping or screaming a submission with your opponents hard on inches from your face or even closer happened on a regular basis.

We had been talking and drinking for about a half hour when Toby asked if I wanted to wrestle. I immediately said "yes."

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