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I am a graduate student in a large southern city. I am studying sports medicine and my classes are demanding but every chance I get during wrestling season I slip away to the gym to watch practice. It’s been years since I’ve been on an undergrad squad but I have kept my weight down and get in wrestling any chance I can. Since I have become a fixture hanging out in the bleachers sometimes when the practice is light I get asked to go a few rounds.

There’s one guy Chip who always wants to wrestle me. He’s a big corn fed kid…looks beefy and hot in his worn out practice singlet. I remember one match last October 30 that kinda set the stage for a whole new wrestling interest. I was sitting up in the bleachers like usual and the guys had started to peel off toward the showers and Chip was gathering up his gear. He looked up and said "you game old guy?" I smiled and tossed my book aside. I strutted down the bleachers and vaulted over the railing onto the mats. Lucky for me I happened to be wearing a pair of old battered Asics shorts under my sweatpants. I kicked off my shoes and I peeled off my shirt walking to the center of the mat. I took a stance and motioned Chip to take his best shot. He walked up to me and punched me playful in the chest. "Nice pecs…you work out?" I told him "let’s find out". He assumed a stance and we jockeyed for a good opening. Chip was wearing his battered singlet…a low cut, red number that barely allowed room for his bulging cock and balls. To say the least it fit him well and I noticed a slight rise in his crotch as he moved around the inner circle

Catlike he drove in to me with a high crotch lift and swept my legs out from under me. I was down. I managed to roll to the right before he dropped on my. I felt his hard cock against my ribs and I started to get hard too. He slapped a half nelson on me and laced my legs. I could feel the sweat rolling off his chest onto my bareback. I powered out and broke the nelson and came to my knees. Chip stood up and said "let me make it easy for you grandpa". He moved to the center of the mat and dropped into the ref’s position. As I walked toward him I pulled off my sweats and tossed them off the mat. He looked back over his shoulder and saw my hard on pressing against my gym shorts. He smiled a BIG smile and said "now we’re talking.’

I dropped to one knee and pressed my hard on against his right hip. He pushed back and grabbed my right hand and slowly slid it across his chest and down to his abdomen. He continued to take my hand down to his crotch. The lycra of his singlet was hot, hard and wet. He released my hand and I took a second to feel the outline of his cock. I slid my hand back up to his stomach and moved my left hand to his left bicep. Rock hard…like other places I had felt so far. My chin rested between his shoulder blades and I slid my beard deep into his muscles and breathed in his sweaty smell…clean sweat, wet lycra and just a hint of Ben Gay. I breathed out and drove him forward to the mat. To my surprise he struggled very little. I moved on top of him and half nelsoned him and grapevined both legs. I spread him out and he moaned in pain? This was too easy I thought. I was right…I had just eased up on the grapevine enjoying the feel of loosening and tightening the hold while my hard crotch pressed into his back when he rolled to the left and grabbed at my arms. I quickly locked a cross body scissor on him and applied pressure. "Ahhhrrrr" was the only sound I heard. He beat at the mat with his hands and I asked "you submitting?" He said in a low throaty voice…"not now…not ever".

He worked his hands up between my thighs and pressed outward with all his might. I was losing the hold! Thinking quickly I loosened the scissors just enough to trick him into sliding downward to escape. Just when his head was against my crotch I sank in a tight figure four. I arched back, tightened the hold and finished him off with a rear chin lock. He tried to roll out and reached up running his hands over my belly and chest. His hands reached my chest and he pinched my tits. "So you wanna play huh?" "Arrghhh" was all he said as I squeezed him even harder. My left leg was tightly bent around his neck and my right extended down to Chip’s side. I tossed my foot onto his crotch and he moaned with pleasure. I massaged his growing, hardening and pre-cum soaked cock with the bottom of my foot. Then I went for the kill! I slowly moved my foot up his side and managed to get a toe and then my foot under the strap of his singlet. I worked my foot down inside his singlet and the moment my foot touched his cock he exploded. His head thrust back against my cock as I tightened the figure four. My foot was instantly covered in hot cum. He moaned and relaxed. I bent forward and pulled down his singlet straps still locking him in my figure four. I worked the singlet down to his hips with my foot and his cock sprang out of the lycra…shiny and throbbing. As I released the hold I said, "don’t move…I’ll be back". Chip replied "couldn’t if I wanted to!"

I rolled over and stood up and as I was walking to the edge of the mat to grab my shirt to clean him up I noticed a man sitting in the top most bleacher. He stared at me, not saying a word. His hand moved to his crotch and he smiled. I reached for the shirt never taking my eyes off him…I backed onto the mat and walked around Chip laying sprawled on the mat. I straddled his legs and wiped cum off his belly and off the mat. I stood up over Chip and continued staring at the man. Chip never moved…just laid there with his eyes closed breathing a little more regularly now. I walked back to the edge of the mat and then swung myself up over the bleacher rail…I took the bleachers two at a time until I was close enough to make out who this guy was. Professor Moore! The hot sixties radical turned even hotter literature professor. He stood up and I saw he was wearing an old Penn State Wrestling tee and Levi’s. We both looked at each other for a second and then he said "ever wanna try out the master stop by my place sometime"…"oh and wear some real gear this time". With that he walked down the bleachers and as he passed me he reached out and ran his hand across my shoulder…he brought his hand to his mouth and tasted. "You taste of sea salt". He walked on and as he was about to turn the corner he said "hey Happy Halloween"…and stared directly into my eyes. "Hope you like candy".

Chip had gotten up by this time and said, "was someone here?" "No I said…just a ghost I guess". He headed for the showers leaving me standing on the bleacher…looking toward the mats and wondering, "where the hell can I get a Halloween costume QUICK!"

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The next day was Halloween. A time for costumes and the dark side. I used my connections in the registrar’s office and found out Professor Moore’s address. After my last class, around 2:00 pm I cruised by. Your typical ranch style set up. My mind wandered as I drove slowly by and I imagined his reaction to seeing me at his door tonight! I shifted into third gear and stroked my bulge in my jeans.

I got home a few minutes later and hit the shower. I lathered up and let the hot water course over my body…it beat against my back and butt and I lathered up my cock and felt it getting rock hard. I slowly stroked and dreamed about tonight. I rinsed off and stepped out of the shower and walked across the hardwood floor to the guest bedroom that I used as a home gym. All my gear was stored in there. Now for just the right selection. I dug through the pile of singlets and found an older red low cut lycra singlet. It had seen it’s better days and had just the hint of wear at the crotch and hips. This one would drive him mad! I grabbed my jock and then thought "naw…no need". I want to press him against the wall and drive my singlet clad cock hard against him. I grabbed my black Asics and pulled on some white sweat socks. I laced up the shoes and then as an after thought grabbed my old college headgear…black too. I stepped into the singlet and felt my cock grow again against the lycra. I threw the head gear in my backpack. I slipped on a pair of sweats over the singlet and pulled on an Iowa State Wrestling tee.

I passed through the kitchen on my way out and after grabbing a beer I reached for a bottle of olive oil. "Now this will most definitely come in handy!" Out the door and hopped into the pickup. It was only an hour or so ‘til dark. I’d drive over and stake out the house. I took me about twenty minutes to get there. The light was fading and kiddies were already on the prowl for chocolate and mischief. I pulled over to the curb across the street under an oak tree and killed the engine. "Your move doc!"

I had just finished the beer and tossed it in the bed of the truck through the open driver’s window when Professor Moore’s Honda drove up the street. He was driving slow to avoid the ghosts, witches and Freddies…he had no idea what lay ahead. He pulled into the drive and as he stepped out of the car he stretched…long day I guessed. As he did his polo came untucked and I saw his hairy belly and imagined ripping that damn shirt off…just jumping outta the truck and walking up to him and throwing him to the lawn. As I pictured this he turned and strolled into the house.

It was plenty dark now and I was just about to peel off my sweats when a group of three foot monsters walked up his sidewalk and "trick or treated". I waited and watched as he handed each little monster a chocolate high. They turned and walked to the next house. It was now or never. This raging hard on could not be denied any longer. I peeled off my sweat pants, put on my head gear and got out of the truck. I grabbed the olive oil and walked over. My heart was racing as I approached the door. I stashed the oil in the mailbox , peeled off my tee and used it to unscrew the hot light bulb in the porch fixture. I rang the bell.

It took a few seconds for him to respond. I leaned back against the porch column and waited. He opened the door and was half turned and fumbling with a plastic pumpkin of candy. He had grabbed a handful and as he turned and saw me silhouetted against the streetlight. He dropped the wad of candy at my feet and stood there dumbfounded. He recognized me and said "I was wondering if you had the balls to do something like this". I slowly reached down and picked up a fist full of candy…Hershey bars…and as he watched I shoved them into my singlet and arranged my crotch. "Oh I got the balls alright…". His eyes stayed on my crotch and then he reached out and gave my cock and balls a slow squeeze. He didn’t let go as he backed into the house and pulled me along with him. I slammed the door shut with my butt and he stepped into me. His eyes met mine and he said "so what you got in mind?" "This" I said. I grabbed his wrists and slammed him up against the hallway wall. He didn’t resist. I gathered both wrists in one hand and reached back and locked the front door. I then grabbed each wrist again and spread them out wide on the wall. Professor Moore was about an inch shorter than me but we were definitely the same weight class. I stepped back and said "don’t move"

I reached around his waist and bear hugged him to me. I could feel his cock harden and he moaned slightly. I heard him say "yea" and then he closed his eyes. I slid my hands up his lower back and peeled his shirt upward. As I pulled it over his head I let my tongue travel down his hairy chest, strong pecs and belly. I stood back and then in a move that seemed to surprise him I bear hugged him again and carried him into the living room. He struggled now and as I approached the sofa he laced my leg and turned me and rolled down on top of me on the sofa. I powered up and he rolled back onto the floor. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants and started to peel them off. His dick was bursting at the fly and as he pulled them down it sprang up. Commando eh? Not even BVDs for my imagination. He lays back and I sink down on top of him. His cock is hard against my butt. Only lycra between. He tries to prop up on one elbow and I crank in a tight grapevine…I thrust outward and he yelps as I arch upward increasing the pressure.

He claws at my singlet and belly and then pulls down the straps. He runs his hand over my sweaty belly and smiles. That’s when I arch even further and he moans in pain.

I release the grapevine and he rolls to his side and quick I catch him in a figure four head scissors. His head pressed against my crotch and I trap his arms and pull back. My right foot drives into his crotch and I press it with my heel. "Oh stop man…you’re killing me". I release the figure four and he lays on the floor. Again I say "don’t move"…"you got it" he says.

I walk to the front door, open it and reach into the mailbox for the oil. I walk back and he is massaging his cock. His dick is huge and veined and ready to explode. I stand over him and open the bottle and slowly pour it across his belly, cock, chest and thighs. He arches in pleasure and I strip off my singlet. I am stand over him in my black Asics, black head gear and raging hard on. He reached up and with an oily hand begins to stroke my cock. I sink down on him and straddle his chest. I reach back and take hold of his cock and pull. I take the other hand and press his chest downward. I slide up and down and finally end up with my cock on his chin and I school boy pin him. He slings his oily legs up and catches me under the armpits and pulls me backward. We wrap each other up in mutual scissors and as we glide over each other…belly to back…cocks timber tall. He reaches up and grabs a nipple and I explode. I arch, bridge and squeeze my scissor hold TIGHT! BAM! He explodes and I feel hot cum and oil pool on my back.

I roll to my right and onto the floor. He’s on me. Half nelson and body press. I am melting! I submit to his hold and we lay there for awhile…cooling off and just holding on. He reaches over and grabs my singlet and says…"next class…be there…I’ll be wearing this under my clothes"…"You’re gonna have to wrestle it off me son".

"Yes sir". I stand up…reach down and grab his pants. They are snug but I pull them on. Toss off my headgear…it goes somewhere in the corner of the room and walk down the hall to the front door. He walks up behind me and as I reach for the door handle he half-nelsons me again and I feel an oily hand glide around my belly and up as he shoves a Hershey bar in my mouth. "Trick or Treat" he says. He opens the door and shoves me out into the cool night air. Oil and cum drying on my belly and chest. I cross the street. Get in my truck and drive off.

Can’t wait ‘til tomorrow's lecture!

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