In a hotel room in 2016 I’m standing in by boxers shorts and a t-shirt, in from of me an 18 year old Adonis wearing only well fitting swimming briefs posed and ready to do battle. My head is full of anticipation of what was agreed between up and dread at the thought of fighting this powerhouse teen.
Saturday afternoons saw World of Sport on TV, one of the few ITV programmes allowing in our household. British wrestling, and later American wrestling, was a feature and while I did not know what being gay was I found myself engrossed by more than the grappling. Whilst most of the wrestlers were older more bear type men, there was the occasional twunk, normally in the role of the jobber for the older bad guy heel. This gave me my first exposure to the attractiveness of muscular, smooth young men,
My father would be jumping around on his chair as the action unfolded. Biting his nails even further down. For a well groomed man who always wore a shirt mostly with a tie, this and smoking roll ups were his two vices. Unlike me he drank alcohol very rarely, as did my mother. The odd glass of wine with our weekly Sunday roast. At Christmas when family were around beers (he made his own beer but I do not remember him drinking it), Pernod and Lemonade, Snowballs, Pina Colada and the occasional glass of fizz. Often i think where my relationship with alcohol changed from sneaking swigs from the drinks cabinet as a young teenager.
Now unlike so many other meetings around this time in my life, I stand in front of this young wrestler without being intoxicated. How I got from that small boy admiring the athletes on the TV, while my father live the motions and moves in his chair, to standing here you might say was the steady progression of a fantasy kink.
I never wanted to wrestle as a rather passive child, normally getting into trouble at school to keep in with my friends. My bad luck usually meant I was the one that got found out. After one such incident my father saw the head at my secondary school and came home that evening telling me I needed to concentrate on my education and that when he was young he never got told off because “I never got caught“.
For me wrestling on TV was another fantasy distraction and a young boy’s secret eye candy.
Between the age of 18 and 20 I had built up a collection of porno mags through various trips to London, visiting the stores in Soho. Somewhere along the way I acquired two video cassettes of jockstrap wrestling. They featured men who were really not my type in matches aimed at removal of the other’s jockstrap and with mutual masturbation. The thought of two men fighting erotically had become a subset of my pornographic viewing.
The next phase was when I stumbled across a website that focused on erotic wrestling, with one category focusing on masks and another on jockstraps. It was ideal if the younger twunk was squashed by the older heel. Then in my late thirties I discovered this website focused on guys wanting to meet other guys fight, mainly wrestling but also other contact sports. Upon registering to it became clear that many of the members were based in the USA or were too experienced for me or not into the sexual side. What I did find interesting was the diverse range of sexuality of the members, with most guys just wanting to battle other men. This fuelled my desire to meet a wrestler, especially when I learnt about pro-mission wrestling,
This style of wrestling allows for fighters of all levels of experience fight together, going through the motions in a controlled and agreed manner.. The fighters agree in advance the expectations, limitations and outcomes so that both get the best out of the experience.
This fantasy seems out of reach until I discover a website where semi-professional and professional wrestlers offer their services for a fee. Scrolling through the profiles I find the perfect wrestling twunk. He is an 18 years old professional wrestler living in Leeds going by the name of DL (changed to keep his identity) , In true Mark style I jump straight in and message him. To my surprise he messaged back almost immediately Text messages go back and forth as we share details about each other, and I realise we are at both ends of the spectrum on experience, energy, mobility and athleticism. Plus he is a heterosexual man, or so he tells me now. But at the same time we agree on pro-mission style, what will happen in the fight and the outcome.
With my inexperience the format is rather loose and on a see as we go basis. It will be mix of trying out moves and him showing me the ropes. He also sent me photos of him in and out of his wrestling attire and this is when I learnt his real name. My social media storking abilities kicked in and I find his professional wrestling name. We agree on a date the following week and my enthusiasm and anticipation are through the roof.
I resist the urge to message him any further over the next few days, while my head is full of ideas which I dare not ask him for fear that he will pull out of the match. Out of nowhere DL messages me and asks if I am ok with everything that is agreed, the fee and if we are still on for the match. I sink a drink or two before gathering the courage to message back the idea I have ... can we finish the match with something erotic maybe even mutual masturbation. To my surprise he comes back saying that this is ok!
A few days later here I am letting DL into my hotel room. While only 18 years old and standing at 5’5” he is full of confidence and wrestling attitude as he swaggers into the room. We chat about wrestling and his alter ego for a while before he slips into the bathroom to get changed. He emerges in well fitting swimming briefs and comes swaggering up to be, talking the talk about how he is going to win and beat me to a pulp. While I stand my ground inside I am nervous, terror overtaking thoughts of the erotic.
We lock into a mutual grip and I feel the sheer powerhouse his is. He is not overly muscular but his grip is tight on me and the power in his arms and shoulders backs this up. I feel so weak in comparison but poker faced I try to take up the challenge. Taller and heavier than him I am able to counter some of his advances, but on the whole after only a few minutes he is dominating every move. He later tells me that he went hard on me because he was unsure of my capabilities being a bigger guy.
Sweat pouring off me I call for a time out
While we had been through my lack of experience over the messages he had still over estimated me. We agree to continue on a slower and controlled basis, spending the next hour toying with moves, hair grabbing (he has a big mop of hair that I enjoy roughing up much to his [acted] annoyance), body slapping and face racking.
It was an experience like no other at that time, allowing me to submerge myself into a fantasy world. His persona, acting and enjoyment for the sport made me feel like I was in the ring. With each move he would let out his war cries, so much so that we had a phone call from reception saying that someone had complained about the noise levels. It sent the two of us into a fit of laughter until he jumped me again.
His body was so close to me at times, allowing me to feel and explore it in a non-sexual manner. Never had I been so close to a man this naked without intention of sex, this amazing example of a twunk. Now the bout has finished and I find myself standing next to him looking into his eyes. I detect no sexual emotions in his eyes and I dare not to overstep our agreed actions. I look down and see the bulge in his briefs, his hand slowly rubbing it through the material.
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29/09/2023 11:54In a hotel room in 2016 I’m standing in by boxers shorts and a t-shirt, in from of me an 18 year old Adonis wearing only well fitting swimming briefs posed and ready to do battle. My head is full of anticipation of what was agreed between up and dread at the thought of fighting this powerhouse teen.
Saturday afternoons saw World of Sport on TV, one of the few ITV programmes allowing in our household. British wrestling, and later American wrestling, was a feature and while I did not know what being gay was I found myself engrossed by more than the grappling. Whilst most of the wrestlers were older more bear type men, there was the occasional twunk, normally in the role of the jobber for the older bad guy heel. This gave me my first exposure to the attractiveness of muscular, smooth young men,
My father would be jumping around on his chair as the action unfolded. Biting his nails even further down. For a well groomed man who always wore a shirt mostly with a tie, this and smoking roll ups were his two vices. Unlike me he drank alcohol very rarely, as did my mother. The odd glass of wine with our weekly Sunday roast. At Christmas when family were around beers (he made his own beer but I do not remember him drinking it), Pernod and Lemonade, Snowballs, Pina Colada and the occasional glass of fizz. Often i think where my relationship with alcohol changed from sneaking swigs from the drinks cabinet as a young teenager.
Now unlike so many other meetings around this time in my life, I stand in front of this young wrestler without being intoxicated. How I got from that small boy admiring the athletes on the TV, while my father live the motions and moves in his chair, to standing here you might say was the steady progression of a fantasy kink.
I never wanted to wrestle as a rather passive child, normally getting into trouble at school to keep in with my friends. My bad luck usually meant I was the one that got found out. After one such incident my father saw the head at my secondary school and came home that evening telling me I needed to concentrate on my education and that when he was young he never got told off because “I never got caught“.
For me wrestling on TV was another fantasy distraction and a young boy’s secret eye candy.
Between the age of 18 and 20 I had built up a collection of porno mags through various trips to London, visiting the stores in Soho. Somewhere along the way I acquired two video cassettes of jockstrap wrestling. They featured men who were really not my type in matches aimed at removal of the other’s jockstrap and with mutual masturbation. The thought of two men fighting erotically had become a subset of my pornographic viewing.
The next phase was when I stumbled across a website that focused on erotic wrestling, with one category focusing on masks and another on jockstraps. It was ideal if the younger twunk was squashed by the older heel. Then in my late thirties I discovered this website focused on guys wanting to meet other guys fight, mainly wrestling but also other contact sports. Upon registering to it became clear that many of the members were based in the USA or were too experienced for me or not into the sexual side. What I did find interesting was the diverse range of sexuality of the members, with most guys just wanting to battle other men. This fuelled my desire to meet a wrestler, especially when I learnt about pro-mission wrestling,
This style of wrestling allows for fighters of all levels of experience fight together, going through the motions in a controlled and agreed manner.. The fighters agree in advance the expectations, limitations and outcomes so that both get the best out of the experience.
This fantasy seems out of reach until I discover a website where semi-professional and professional wrestlers offer their services for a fee. Scrolling through the profiles I find the perfect wrestling twunk. He is an 18 years old professional wrestler living in Leeds going by the name of DL (changed to keep his identity) , In true Mark style I jump straight in and message him. To my surprise he messaged back almost immediately Text messages go back and forth as we share details about each other, and I realise we are at both ends of the spectrum on experience, energy, mobility and athleticism. Plus he is a heterosexual man, or so he tells me now. But at the same time we agree on pro-mission style, what will happen in the fight and the outcome.
With my inexperience the format is rather loose and on a see as we go basis. It will be mix of trying out moves and him showing me the ropes. He also sent me photos of him in and out of his wrestling attire and this is when I learnt his real name. My social media storking abilities kicked in and I find his professional wrestling name. We agree on a date the following week and my enthusiasm and anticipation are through the roof.
I resist the urge to message him any further over the next few days, while my head is full of ideas which I dare not ask him for fear that he will pull out of the match. Out of nowhere DL messages me and asks if I am ok with everything that is agreed, the fee and if we are still on for the match. I sink a drink or two before gathering the courage to message back the idea I have ... can we finish the match with something erotic maybe even mutual masturbation. To my surprise he comes back saying that this is ok!
A few days later here I am letting DL into my hotel room. While only 18 years old and standing at 5’5” he is full of confidence and wrestling attitude as he swaggers into the room. We chat about wrestling and his alter ego for a while before he slips into the bathroom to get changed. He emerges in well fitting swimming briefs and comes swaggering up to be, talking the talk about how he is going to win and beat me to a pulp. While I stand my ground inside I am nervous, terror overtaking thoughts of the erotic.
We lock into a mutual grip and I feel the sheer powerhouse his is. He is not overly muscular but his grip is tight on me and the power in his arms and shoulders backs this up. I feel so weak in comparison but poker faced I try to take up the challenge. Taller and heavier than him I am able to counter some of his advances, but on the whole after only a few minutes he is dominating every move. He later tells me that he went hard on me because he was unsure of my capabilities being a bigger guy.
Sweat pouring off me I call for a time out
While we had been through my lack of experience over the messages he had still over estimated me. We agree to continue on a slower and controlled basis, spending the next hour toying with moves, hair grabbing (he has a big mop of hair that I enjoy roughing up much to his [acted] annoyance), body slapping and face racking.
It was an experience like no other at that time, allowing me to submerge myself into a fantasy world. His persona, acting and enjoyment for the sport made me feel like I was in the ring. With each move he would let out his war cries, so much so that we had a phone call from reception saying that someone had complained about the noise levels. It sent the two of us into a fit of laughter until he jumped me again.
His body was so close to me at times, allowing me to feel and explore it in a non-sexual manner. Never had I been so close to a man this naked without intention of sex, this amazing example of a twunk. Now the bout has finished and I find myself standing next to him looking into his eyes. I detect no sexual emotions in his eyes and I dare not to overstep our agreed actions. I look down and see the bulge in his briefs, his hand slowly rubbing it through the material.