Gay Erotic Stories

The first time wrestling naked and cuming was a monumental experience for me! I remember all the first times I came when I was wrestling. One of the best was with Larry, a fellow that lived down the street from me, he was 16 years old and I was 13. I thought he was pleasant looking, masculine looking, black hair that always in his eyes. He would look up through his hair, arching his eyebrows, it gave him a slightly sinister look. The younger kids were a little afraid of him, his size was imposing. Not artificially developed muscles, very natural, softer definition, very sexy. He was a thick set boy/man, wide shoulders, thick through the shoulders, naturally muscled arms, big hairy forearms, broad thick hands. One night he came to the house and started calling for me. You know, the midwest call at the front door. Hey, Bill! Are you home? Surprised me. I was big for my age and had already gained 6' by then, not much weight, maybe 145#, tall, nice build. I had always watched him because he was so thickly built, big and had great muscular thighs and calves, thick ankles and thick feet. I saw his bare feet once (there was some black hair on the toes and some on the bridges of his feet) when I walked past his house and he was on the porch talking to a friend that had stopped. I was always looking at his legs and ass after that, going off into fantasy land, wondering what they felt like. Were they as firm and solid as they looked. Were they as hairy as I thought they were? One afternoon he and his dad, a big bear of a man, had been working in their backyard digging a trench for new water pipes. Myself and two friends of mine went over to watch, nosy kids. I went because I wanted to see more of him. He was bare chested, sweaty, dirty! sweat on his forehead, dripping onto his chest, his shoulders and back gleaming from the sweat. His skin was olive toned now a darker brown from the sun. His chest was smooth and wide covered with black hair, thick but you could still see that smooth, slick skin through it. The hair spread across that wonderful chest, pecs full and high, smaller nipples. The hair got a little denser as it went down his belly to his belt line (I just knew it was thick around his groin)! He must have had a 32" - 33" waist. When he bent over to get a shovel full of dirt his knees would bend and his pants would stretch over those big legs! I just knew his legs were hairy! The way he was sweating made his pants slip down on his hips, when he bent over I could see the crack of his ass and knew there was hair on the cheeks. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He would look up at me and try to make small talk. I'd get his water and anything else he wanted. Every time he stopped to drink he'd look me right in the eye. I didn't think he had even noticed me outside of being his errand boy. Well, he evidently noticed. So, calling me that night came as a surprise. He asked if I could come out and go for a walk since it was still so hot. It was a hot, humid summer night in Michigan, my Grandma said I could go, but that I had to be back by 10:00. We walked and talked right down to his house. There was nothing said about where we were going, we just went. He took me around back and straight under the house into the ditch he had been digging that day. As kids, none of us talked about what we did or sexual urges, we just took care of it! It was dark and smelled like warm, damp earth. We stood in the ditch so close to each other that my dick was half hard, I think his was, too. I don't remember what we were talking about but I sure remember the excitement. We were challenging each other, the way kids do. "Betcha can't!" Bet I can!" We were both bouncing on the balls of our feet. Then he started elbowing me and I elbowed back, he shoved me and I shoved him back. He grabbed for me and I locked my arms around him in a kind of half bear hug. My arm over his shoulder and the other one under his arm. He put his thigh between my legs, his crotch against mine, pushing with his thigh trying to lift me up. I wrapped my leg around his big thigh and laced it over his calf and braced myself with my other foot so we wouldn't topple over. The ditch was small and we couldn't get too far apart wedged in that small space (long but narrow). He managed to pick me up and throw me back on the ground on the side of the ditch and jumped on top of me. I interlocked my legs with his and put my hands on his shoulders, pushed up with my crotch, struggling against him, trying to turn him, until we were finally on our sides. He hooked his leg between mine, pushing my shoulders flat and climbed back on top of me, wrapped his legs around mine and started humping with his crotch; I wanted to see his ass clenching, I knew it was pounding up and down. I could feel his hard-on rubbing against mine through our jeans. I knew he kept adjusting his hold on me just to rub his cock on top of mine and I wanted it! We struggled that way for a long time. We grappled continually trying to turn each other. My T-shirt crept up in this heated struggle right along with his. That first touch of skin-against-skin and belly-to-belly ran right through me. I kept after him by grabbing him low on his waist and drawing my arms up along his sides, just to raise his T-shirt a little more, I wanted to be chest-to-chest. I kept that up until we were both bare chested. He started struggling to get me out of my T-shirt; it turned into a game of sorts. I kept pulling it back down and tried to take his off, he'd pull his back down and start on me again, we kept on struggling with each other, back-and-forth. We separated only from the waist up, keeping our legs interlocked, and our cocks together, trying to get each other's shirt off. Finally, out of the shirts, we started working on the pants. We unlocked our legs and he straddled me around the thighs, sitting back on my knees, to unbuckle my belt. Even our hands were wrestling each other while I did the same by trying to unbuckle his belt. Both trying to undress the other. The belts came off, the jeans down to our knees, shorts still on. I lifted my leg and knocked him off balance and climbed on top. I still remember the smell of the damp earth, and our sweat because of the hot night. We were both panting and gasping and shaking from the strain and excitement. We slowed down, the sweat dripping off both of us, making us slide on the other. My feet were all tangled up in my pants and I told him he was taking an unfair advantage. That if we both took our clothes off it would be a more even fight. I was still laying on top of him, looking him in the eye. We kept grinding our groins together, legs together, not hard, but I don't think either of us could stop. I was reluctant to get off of him even though I thought we might get naked. He thought stripping was a great idea, and that there was a tarp we could finish 'rassling on. I got off him and we started to get undressed. I couldn't see a lot since it was dark under the house, but I saw enough. When he stripped those pants off I wanted to cum just looking at his legs. Heavy muscled, hairy thighs, thick, hairy, beautifully shaped calves, hard, defined! He watched real close to see if I was going to take my shorts off. When he saw me pull mine off he stripped his. We were on our knees in the dirt facing each other. Our cocks were both rock hard and standing up. We pulled the tarp over and got on it. Every time he moved his dick and that hot, big, round, firmly muscled ass bounced and I wanted to feel it all with my hands. I had an urge to put his cock in my mouth! We scrambled toward each other on our knees, my cock was so hot it was itchy and bouncing, too. We jumped each other, bodies pressed together, cocks jabbing at each other, struggling to get the other down flat. He had me in a side headlock, my arms locked around his chest. We struggled, slipping and sliding in our sweat, I managed to get my leg behind his and hooked his calf with mine, my hard cock pressed against his hairy thigh; it felt so good I almost forgot what I was doing! We struggled that way for about half a minute until I jerked on him hard, twisting my body to the left, flipped him over on his back. I fell on top of him. We had our thighs interlocked, my right calf over his and my toes over his ankle, his right calf locked over mine, both of our asses were clenching and pounding, our cocks grinding into the others belly, our balls slapping together. He reached up and put a hand on the side of my face and pushed, forcing me away. He spread his legs a little allowing my thighs to go deeper between his. We were both grappling with our legs trying to get them wrapped harder around the other ones legs, we kept tying to get a tighter hold but got lost in this hot, sweaty, flesh on flesh, muscle to muscle fight. I had one hand on his chest and the other one gripping the back of his neck so I wouldn't get pushed off. He leaned back on his broad shoulders, raised up on his feet, his ass up off the ground, I could feel his hard cock pushed into my belly driving me to 'rassle him harder. We were grunting, growling at each other, gasping for air. That's when I knew what 'rasslin was all about. Two naked men locked together, sweating and grunting, fighting it out on the floor in the dirt, 'rassling each other's cocks and balls. Their naked bodies grinding on top of each other. Their hairy legs locked together. Man, the feelings I had were incredible! I was so high on the smell of sex and 'rasslin that I felt I couldn't get close enough. He kept pushing against my face and I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. We were gasping and I see into his mouth and wanted to put my mouth against his. I rode him as hard as I could ride anything. I wanted to get in under his skin. We were bucking against each other, you could hear the slap of our naked bodies. Then he threw his arms around me and started to groan, I did the same, we 'rassled each others cocks until we both shot our loads. I felt like I was on fire. We laid locked together soaked in our sweat and cum, until our breathing slowed. I knew we would do this again. Many times more, before he got married. We cleaned up, not saying anything, I left and told him I'd see him later.