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I got to wrestle Mike when he came over to my house one day. Mike and I are close friends. He is my height, about 5'8". He's the same weight too, about 160. And the best part, his legs are just like mine: hairy and very muscular above AND below the knees. Man, it would be hot to wrestle with him I thought, and have our bodies go at it in tight holds.

It was hot that day. I thought it would be a perfect idea to take a shower with him. But he wanted to wrestle. Before I got to the bathroom, he grabbed me from behind and put his arm around my neck. His crotch was right up against my butt, and he held me tight in his grip. Then he pushed me against the wall and said, "I'll squish every part of you."

I thought how hot it would be for him to squish my balls with his. So in this tight hold, I said something to see if he would go for it. I told him it would be better if we tore off our jeans and shirts and stripped down to our underwear. He released his firm hold and said, "let's go." Then we were in my bedroom.

Our backs were toward each other as the sounds of jeans and zippers were heard, indicating the job of undressing was almost complete. I looked to the left and saw his shirt hit the floor, and I flung my shirt off just as fast to keep up with him. I'd been wanting to wrestle Mike for quite a while, thinking of it, and imagining the erotic holds we could get each other in. I was not sure if he had the same fantasy, though.

Seconds flashed by, my heart beating fast, and there I was, all undressed down to my underwear. Only today, I was wearing my white jock strap. I tried hard not to show an erection, after all my dick is big and fat, and when it's hard it's really huge and thick as it leans over to the right. Keeping up with each other, I knew by now that he must be down to his underwear. Just then I heard him say, "Time for Mike and Gary to get it on..."

We both turned around to face each other, and there, to my surprise and erotic pleasure, Mike was also wearing a jock strap. We were face to face, chest to chest. We gazed down at each other's bulges coming from those jock straps, almost the same size. Man, I thought, he has to have the same big balls and endowment as I have. The drive in me to get into rough submission with him was growing, and I began to breathe harder. He had the same look.

Then we grabbed each other without warning. Our arms wrapped around each other as we stood. My right bare foot was on his left, and he returned the action with his right foot. Our grappling began and we both struggled together as one body. He pushed my back up to the wall, causing us to press our chests flat together. Down below, his bulge was touching mine. After a slight touch from him, I pressed forward and thrust my crotch into his. He returned the hard crush by equally smashing his bulge into mine.

Instantly we could feel each other. I got hard, and so did he. It was evident that he too was enjoying this as much as I was. He rammed his right knee into my balls, and started trash talking, saying, "I'll split your balls in two!"

I lunged forward to get away from the wall, and turned him around as I prepared to put him on the floor. We held each other with tight arms, feet over feet, bulges bouncing into bulges. The bed in my room was close enough to whisk him and me down on it. As we fell onto the bed, my grip on him changed as he turned loose. Suddenly I was holding him from behind. My back was against the bed, arched backward while holding him with his back against my stomach.

He arched backwards, raising his torso up from my stomach. Just ahead was my wall mirror, and I got turned on seeing us in it. His huge hard pole and big balls were bursting at the seams of his jock. Below his body, I saw my own bulge was just as evident as his. He turned to smear his arm pit into my face, and I licked the sweet sweat dripping from it. The smell was intoxicating. He was still turning around, and I let him.

Soon he had me arched backwards on the bed with him on top, and he stretched my arms out with his hands. He pounded his balls in his jock strap against my balls. I took my foot and put my toe in the waist band of his jock and began to pull it down his legs, and finally off and onto the floor. He returned the gesture and removed mine the same way.

As he held my arms stretched out, he rubbed his face in my hairy underarms, and licked the sweat juice that had lured him there. Our two big thick dicks were pointing up and laying next to one another. We soon went from hardcore wrestling to hardcore rubbing of our rock hard boners. Wrestling would have to wait a few minutes.

Webmaster's note: I think this guy was actually wrestling with an image of himself in a mirror. Same size, both had jockstraps, same moves. Patty Duke anyone?

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