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“Just in gym class…”

“Shorts or singlet?”

“Shorts.”

“Friday night you’re on, and I’ll match you with Pete’s PA – Zeb…should be a hot match – you’ll get to meet him before the match – Pete and Zeb work out here a couple times a week…I think they should be around tomorrow afternoon.”

“You want me to wrestle this guy naked?”

“Yup!”

“You got any idea how hard I’ll be all the way through? I don’t know…” Randy’s cock was rock hard just thinking about what Rod was telling him.

“That’s the whole idea…Zeb will have a raging rod on too…two hot young studs, rock hard – struggling to get their hands on each other’s dick…the crowd’s gonna love it!”

“I don’t know, man…”

“Hey, you can bail if you want – I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to, but don’t make up your mind until after you meet Zeb, ok?”

“Yeah – I guess…!”

“Let me show you the rest of the place…” Rob took him through the weight room, shower room, loft…then led him to the center of the barn floor, which was a regulation wrestling mat. “Wrestle me?” Rod fondled his own strapped package suggestively as he locked eyes with Randy, giving him a lascivious smile.

“Now?”

“Why not…?”

“No reason…sure!” Randy’s half-hard dick was starting to stiffen, even though it hadn’t been that long since Rod had gotten him off before they got out of bed.

“I’ve got a few holds to show you – might come in handy later…take off your boots - keep your cockring…this is how you and Zeb are going to go at it Friday night – rings only!”

“How big is this guy?”

“Pretty close to your size – about 6 feet, maybe 175 pounds…a pretty even match, I think…you’ll be wrestling for rings.”

“Rings?”

“Yeah…you get his ring off, you win…he gets yours…he wins – winner takes what he wants…for the rest of us to enjoy! The fun part is that you’re doin’ all you can to get each other’s ring while trying to protect your own…no holds barred!”

“Damn!”

“Let’s wrestle…” They locked hands and Rod quickly took him down. For the next 20 minutes they rolled around – grunting, snorting…their naked bodies glistening with sweat, struggling to get their hands in each other’s crotch – fighting to keep each other’s hands out of their crotches! Finally, Rod had Randy’s head locked between his thighs, heels dug into his belly. Randy blindly reached around the tightly muscled thighs and grasped Rod’s ring and popped the snap…match over! Both men were rock hard.

“Looks like I won…I call the penalty?”

Rod lay back on the mat, resting on his elbows, giving Randy the same salacious grin that he had previously. “Yeah – guess you do…but be gentle!”

“Now who’s the shithead…!” Randy got on his knees between Rod’s legs and began fondling…hefting his firm, hairy nads – gently stroking his hard, heavily veined six inch cock…relishing the firmness of the smooth, warm flesh. He kissed the tip, as he had the first time he had fondled Rod “au natural!” He nibbled his nuts, stopped to pull a hair off his