A gay story: Wrestling Tim – Chapter 21
Colin fell back on the grass beside me his heart still racing from the excitement and energy of our combat. His body was coated in a sweaty sheen with lumps of cum matted into his body hair. His chest and six-pack worked in beautiful aesthetic motion to aid his recovery. Though my spladle had torn and ripped his shorts he didn’t try to fix them instead he left his cock naked to the last of the night’s light. We both watched as nature itself seemed to celebrate his manhood enhancing his erect six inches with the glow of steady early morning light. He was fully naked but for his white trainers.
There was no conversation we didn’t need words to affirm the pleasure we both felt as we drifted into sleep. I woke to the warmth of his breath at my ear. He was beautiful in a sleep state relaxed and content except for his cock still erect and hungry. I wondered what his dreams were made of. Was he back beside the pub wrestling me, pleasuring me, or was he with a girl? I wanted to suck him off right there and then. His cock was thick and six inches plus with an impressive almost menacing head. His meaty balls left no doubt about his alpha potency.
Colin woke to see me study him. “Jealous are you?” he joked. “Sams going to be here with the van I have to get dressed. Where did I leave my Snickers ah fuck these shorts are ripped fuck”
Colin was up naked and hopping on one leg, trying to put on a pair of Snickers jeans he found in his gym bag. It was comical especially because he was still hard. He managed to get both legs inside his jeans and let out a roar when he tried to stuff his cock in.
“This is hard enough to do with jocks on but straight into these work jeans it’s fucking painful.”
I couldn’t stop laughing at him “I feel your pain lad, so where do you work?”
Colin pointed to his t-shirt “It’s a construction company I’m doing my apprenticeship I go to different sites. I’m guessing you’re a student?”
We chatted for almost half an hour. I learned Colin was 20 from a rural area and a champion Gaelic footballer and boxer. He surprised me with a frank confession of a criminal past. Colin was in his own words “a tough lad with a rough past.”
Sam’s van pulled up, watching Colin climb into the cabin looking firm and muscular in his work gear I felt a sadness broken by his friendly parting grin and a gesture to phone him.
I sat on the grass for a moment gripped with a melancholy. ‘Summertime Sadness’ played in my thoughts a perfect melody to accompany flashbacks of our rich physical encounter.
His shorts cut through the sadness. My excitement spotting them near where I sat the feel of them in my hands and his smell on them aroused me. Had Colin left them to tease me or had he simply discarded a ripped item of clothing? I didn’t care and like Elio in the movie, I inhaled all I could of Colin.
Home felt empty everyone was on holiday. Tired and drained after the all-nighter I found comfort on my bed. Colin’s earthy smell was powerful enough to make me tingle and shake until my balls and cock erupted into thick splattering pleasure. My eyes rolled back to celebrate a burst of dizzying cerebral pleasure. Each cum load brought a feeling of joy as though some deep need had been satisfied. I was left exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
I woke hours later his shorts at my mouth and a feeling of sticky cum all over my upper body. Straightaway I was searching online for Colin. The van had a logo something like ‘Abacus Building’. There were so many online it was hopeless. I searched under boxing and found his club but no details except his name and medals. His football profile was better with multiple photos of Colin looking fine in his shorts and excelling at Gaelic football.
Hours passed as I studied him, his strawberry blond hair cropped tight on his youthful head. The way it bristled lightly over his muscular legs and darkened where he stubbled. His playful eyes and expression, a reminder of the way he looked through pain and orgasm. His strong athletic physique a reminder of his vigor.
Colin was there before me on my phone and yet unreachable. Would I ever find him again? What did his parting smile and gesture mean? Had anything happened between us except a drunken wrestle that excited him? A once-off experience?
For the first time in a long time, I had been aroused by someone other than Tim.
A single message changed everything Tim posted his entry into the ‘Open Challenge MMA’ event. It looked dubious and unsanctioned I pleaded with him not to fight, he wasn’t trained and there were no proper safety rules. Everything about the risk just turned Tim on more. No one loved to fight like him and I was to be in his corner to witness it all.
Local MMA challenge events are small sweaty affairs often held in hotel function rooms with makeshift cages with amateur theatrics. This was different out in the open backyard style with the grass as a mat and a circle of onlookers forming the ring. The competitors all amateurs 18 to 25 age group looked surprisingly fit as though they were gym regulars. Each held a belief they could win which meant submitting or putting an opponent to sleep. It was bound to be a bloody gruesome affair.
First up we’re two featherweight lads ripped and stripped to shorts desperate to take each other down. They looked like strikers but this was an all grappling event and they struggled with it. Round two and Ivan with a brownish buzz cut had Josh in a guillotine. Josh a good-looking lad with dark features wobbled and lost his footing. Ivan beamed with pride as the crowd urged him to put Josh to sleep. Josh’s pride wouldn’t let him submit. The amateur ref should have intervened but he let Josh fade until he was out on the floor. Ivan’s friends cheered ‘You slept him’. Tim and I helped Josh to recover no one else intervened.
Next up Darren an angry-looking stocky hunk of a lad with red hair matched against blonde and handsome Jack. We’re they even in the same weight class I wondered. Jack was aesthetically muscular but no match for Darren. It only took a few seconds for Darren to be on Jack’s back sinking in a rear naked choke. It was so fast tight and deep Jack’s eyes rolled signaling his fall into an unconscious state. Darren savored the moment holding Jack there rag dolling him until the ref stopped it.
It was Tim next against Brian. It was clear all these competitors were vicious animals out to hurt their opponents for pleasure. Tim stripped to his shorts and barefooted impressed the mob with his stocky muscular physique. His abnormally powerful legs were the envy of all gathered. Brian was lean but built, his veins surged with vascularity signalling strength and I knew him to be a skilled fighter. He had the face and cut of a fresher marine a handsome twenty-year-old.
Brian probably planned some skillful attack but nothing he had could stop the sheer brawn of Tim. Like countless others on rugby pitches around the country, Tim flattened Brian in seconds and mounted him like a bull ready to demolish his prey. Brian all but disappeared under Tim buried under a mountain of muscle his head eventually emerging between Tim’s legs in a triangle choke. For a few minutes, Tim played with him so the mob could enjoy watching him struggle between his legs. Tim repeatedly brought him to near choke-out knowing Brian wouldn’t submit.