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Football was over and our wrestling team went on a campout to kick-off the season. Late into the fall, the daytimes were warm in the bright sunshine and we wore athletic shorts and shoes to play football most of the day. At night it was a different story. We built a large fire and donned our long underwear or, in some cases, under-armor bottoms for the evening. We pitched tents and prepared for the cold to settle in. Darkness came early so after dinner we stood around the fire talking and laughing and scratching our privates having a great time. Someone suggested that we should wrestle since that was what we all had in common. Excited with the idea, we cleared a space not too far from the fire, moved camping gear, fishing tackle, and odds-and-ends to make room for our rough-housing and grab-ass activities. It wasn’t long until we had everyone matched up in weight classes – or nearly so – and anxious to participate in the assigned brackets. Rather than abide by the standard regulations, with a referee and time periods, we decided to make up our own rules consisting of submission only grappling to determine the real group studs.

As the activity wore on, the heat of the action increased and the competition became more intense. Finally the match-up of the night; our featured event or main card approached. Ralph Sorenson, a linebacker and one of the bigger football players on our high school team and a heavyweight on the wrestling squad was matched up against Derrick Cannon, our wrestling team captain. Although he gave up several pounds to Ralph, Derrick was the more experienced wrestler. He not only wrestled for our high school, but he was a star wrestler for a local wrestling club and was well known for his win-loss record.

Derrick was a ‘no-nonsense’ team captain. When not wrestling, he was in the weight room working out with the machines and weights. A senior, his team direction was almost dictatorial. Not taking to the lime-light that accompanied the leadership role, he preferred to remain in the background; an individualist, decisive and controlled.

Ralph was the first wrestler to the center of the grassy area. Also a senior, he looked to dominate the action with his impressive size. Barefooted and bare-chested, he jumped on his toes to warm up and wait for his opponent. Everyone looked around for Derrick who was nowhere in sight. “Derrick,” someone called out, “You’re up.”

Suddenly the tent flaps opened from one of the distant tents and Derrick emerged. It was as if he was making his grand entrance after being announced. He stood outside the tent for a moment. Wearing his under-armor leggings and also bare-chested and barefooted, he looked toward the clearing. Acknowledging his opponent, he inserted his mouth-piece while viewing the expectantly waiting group. He was an impressive sight. Flexed and muscular, his presence oozed self-confidence. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, mounded chest, washboard abs and full-developed quads designated him as the group’s Senior Stud.

“Fuck,” one of the guy’s said, looking on and confirming the spectacle.

“He’s added ten to fifteen pounds since last year,” someone else announced, “All muscle.”

Derrick clapped his hands together as if sending the message, ‘let’s get it on.’ He took a quick hop and rushed toward the clearing as if on a destructive mission. The campfire’s rays were reflected off his glistening body and his lumpy leg muscles looked fully pumped through the tight-fitting nylon material stretched snuggly around them.

“These dudes should wrestle nude,” someone said.

Pausing no more than a moment and starring off into the distance, Derrick inserted his thumbs into the waist band of his long, tight under-garment and bent forward, peeling the material from his legs. Dropping the garment to the ground, he kicked them free with one foot. His hand stroked his large sized testicles which supported a moderate size, cut penis that stood proudly alert and prominent. He obviously was comfortable unveiling his manhood, after all, everyone on the team had seen it before in the shower and locker room. Tonight, under these circumstances and in these surroundings the sight was particularly masculine and appropriate.

Ralph, waiting in the center, responded by slipping his long-johns free and tossed them to the outside of the circle. With the flames of the campfire casting mysterious shadows, the two wrestlers danced briefly and circled each other. It was Derrick who moved in close, struck Ralph hard in the forehead momentarily distracting him, and dove in; dropping one knee to the ground, wrapping his arms around his opponent’s legs and scoring the early take-down.

Ralph, reacting as trained, turned stomach-down and yielded his back.

Derrick wasted no time. He wrapped his legs around the mid-section of his bigger opponent in a figure-four, body triangle. Reaching around his victim’s head, he smashed his left biceps across his opponent’s nose and mouth. Clasping his right and left hand together, palm-to-palm, he pulled back and cranked against his adversary’s head and neck. Derrick’s well-developed back flexed, broadly displaying his massive lat spread.

Again, the comment escaped from someone in the group, “Shit, look at the body on that stud.”

Rolling on the ground, desperately attempting to extricate himself from the predicament, Ralph turned belly-up. As the two dudes struggled, Derrick’s large calf muscle smashed into Ralph’s junk and looked painfully uncomfortable.

Ralph’s heaving abdominals signaled his heavy breathing exertion. Another effort to roll his opponent off his back ended with Ralph belly-down as Derrick stretched him out for the final few seconds. Turning blood red in the face, Ralph tapped his hand in the grassy area signaling his concession.

In less than one minute, the headline event was over. Derrick, outweighed by twenty-five pounds had submitted the larger man. Releasing the hold, Derrick tapped Ralph on the shoulder, as if to say, “good fight,” before standing to offer his hand in a courteous gesture to help his opponent to his feet. Hugging together, their enlarged man-tools collided as they embraced in a mutual expression of respect. Facing the ring of cheering guys, Derrick flexed a ‘most-muscular’ bodybuilder’s pose in the light of the campfire, holding his breath until his upper body turned reddish-blue in color and enormous veins popped to the surfaces of his thin skin. His cock was more fully erect, enlarged from the masculine excitement, and in what seemed perfectly natural for the occasion.

His impressive victory scored shoulder bumps from the team members and dozens of hands slapped their congratulations on his back and chest. Derrick walked to his under-armor still lying on the ground, stepped into them, and pulled them to his waist, tucking in his stiffened man wares as the guys watched.

Task successfully completed, he headed back to his tent for the night.

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