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I met Toby at 9:00 p.m. at his apartment on a Saturday night. He invited me in and locked the door behind me, sliding the chain across.

We sat in his living room drinking and talking about old times when the conversation turned to the wrestling matches we had when we were young. We both mentioned how much we enjoyed grappling against each other when Toby asked if I wanted to wrestle. I smiled and told him I brought a Speedo along, just in case.

He showed me to the restroom where I changed into a skimpy light blue Speedo. I walked out and Toby was standing in the living room, wearing a tight white Speedo and closing the curtains. He turned toward me and we exchanged glances, sizing each other up. We discussed the rules, which were the same as when we were young, submission wrestling until one wrestler tapped or submitted verbally. Toby grabbed a stack of comforters that were laying in the corner and I helped him cover the carpet.

I had butterflies as we dropped to our knees. We began to move toward each other, cautiously, each looking for an opening. We wrapped up, rolling on the floor trying to gain a scissors when I made my first mistake. I let Toby move to the side where he wrapped his legs around my waist, and locked his ankles. I let out a light grunt as he began to squeeze and then began to struggle, trying to escape. He pulled me tight against him so his Speedo was pressing against my side and then maneuvered me on my back. I spread my legs and planted my feet, trying to bridge out of his scissors, continuing to struggle. I turned toward Toby and could see his hard cock outlined in his tight Speedo, and I realized mine was stretching too as I held the bridge.

We continued wrestling in this position, both Speedo's straining, when Toby suddenly grabbed my wrists for control. I tried to pull my wrists away when Toby quickly slid his legs up, locking them around my neck. I yelled as he gained the front headscissors hold, more from surprise than anything else, knowing I was now trapped. Toby let go of one wrist and moved his hand to the back of my head, pulling me in tight against him and letting out a small grunt as he rolled on his side, keeping my head tucked in place. My mouth was pressed tight on his Speedo, directly over his cock, and he continued to press his hand against the back of my head to prevent me from pulling away.

Toby let out a few light grunts as he stayed wrapped around me, holding my wrist in one hand and lightly holding the back of my head now, pulling my face forward. Toby began to arch his back, causing his Speedo clad erection to slide against my open mouth, grunting and letting out light moans. He had the submission locked on good and I think we both knew that escape was impossible, yet I continually thought of the wrestling matches we had when we were young, locked in the same situation, unwilling to submit.

Toby continued to arch his back and then release, all while his cock slid up and down in his Speedo, against my mouth while he moaned from the struggle. He released my wrist and moved his other hand against the back of my head, sliding his fingers in my hair and working the headscissors up and down, arching his back. He slid one hand off my head and down to his side, slowly moving it to his waist band and continued to hold me, his hard cock straining his Speedo. He slid his fingers in his waist band and began to snap it against his lower stomach, as if he were trying to prove that he could do whatever he wanted while locked around me in this position. I slid my hands to his hips and was ready to tap when his intercom rang, meaning someone was outside trying to come up! His cock was close to breaking out of the top of his Speedo and he continued to press the scissors when we heard the entrance door slam downstairs.

"Shit!" he said, and he reluctantly released me, the outline of my mouth visible on his white Speedo. The top of his erection broke out when he spread his legs and he quickly jumped up, telling me that was his sister and we had to move fast. I sprinted to the bathroom where I quickly changed while Toby ran into his bedroom and threw on shorts and a T-shirt. I came out of the bathroom and Toby's sister was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a glass of wine and talking to Toby. I said a quick hello and then excused myself, saying I was just getting ready to leave before she arrived. Toby followed me to the hall and we quickly made arrangements to wrestle the next morning while his sister was at work.

Onward to the conclusion, Wrestling Toby 3.
(Damn women, they spoil everything!) ;-)

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