Date: Mon, 25 May 2015 16:31:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Wrestling Ryan 4 Hello to all. Please don't forget to contribute to Nifty. And I answer all emails at mikedave01@yahoo.com. Bear hugs to all, Dave. Apologies for not writing this sooner. Not sure about a chapter 5. And, yeah, most of this is autobiographical. From Wrestling Ryan, 3 "He then stood up, pulled me to my feet, slapped me on my butt, and said 'Hey Champ, let's wrestle!' I slapped him on his (very fine) butt and went to reset the timer. When I climbed back into the ring, he stopped me and said, 'Let's have a pose off first'. I stopped and watched him. He then proceeded to do a variety of very sexy, muscle man, poses. I do think I was salivating, watching this young stud show off his hot body. Not being able to stop myself, I walked over to him and started feeling him up, enjoying his soft skin and hard muscles. He continued to pose, basking in my admiration and how sensual my touch was on his nearly naked body. I didn't refrain from feeling his chest and nipples either, nor cupping his ass. The only part of him I didn't touch was his cock, although I did notice the bulge was noticeably larger. After several minutes of this, he stopped and said, 'Your turn'. I did my best to copy his poses and be as sexy for him as he was for me. He then started to feel me up. Wow, did that feel good! Like me, he felt up all of my body except for my half hard cock for several minutes. Then when I thought I'd start to scream, he took my right hand and put it on his crotch and then grabbed my Speedo-clad cock with his right hand. Finally and yes, I thought. Well, that made me go totally erect in seconds! I then grabbed his sudden erection with my hand and we both started to jack each other off, still clad. This unexpected scene was way too hot. My cock started to throb with an impending eruption! He noticed. 'Oh no, you don't, Champ. I've been waiting too long for this!' He let me go of my cock and forced my hand off of his. He then took my hairy, sweaty, body in his and mashed us both together in a very tight bear hug and then forced my mouth open with his and started the most passionate kiss I ever had! To say I saw stars would be an understatement! I saw galaxies and universes! I grabbed him to bring his body as close to mine as possible without releasing for a nanosecond that incredible kiss. Our hands roamed over each others' body as we ravaged each others' mouths. Suddenly we heard the sound of the timer. Shit I thought. We continued the kiss for a minute or so more, but it lessened in intensity. We knew Ryan had to go. We finally let each other go, stepped back, and admired each others' (finally) naked body and hard cocks. Nearly identical cocks, too. Wow! I tried to put a brave smile on my face, but just couldn't. Ryan noticed and said, 'Hey Dave, not so sad. I'm coming back tonight, don't forget' True. That helped. Ryan continued, 'And don't you dare touch that cock until I get back!' He read my mind. Grin. All right. I would humor him until then. We gave each other a softer naked hug and Ryan left to get dressed and run his errands. I pulled on my trunks and gave Ryan another big hug as he left. So, what would tonight bring? My cock stayed stiff wondering." Well, to say I waited impatiently would be an understatement. I begrudged every second he was gone. When he finally rang my door bell just before nine I yanked the door open. He laughed at my expression but then said softly, "You missed me that much?" "Damn straight!", I said and winced when Ryan burst out laughing. I snorted at my ill-chosen reply but then pulled him into a passionate embrace and kissed the hell out of him! When we finally came up for air, he chuckled softly. "Wow", he said. "You're an even better kisser than hoped". "And you are, too, Ryan", I replied. "I'm sorry it took me so long. I had to buy a few things.", Ryan said. And he showed me the bags he had dropped when I swept him off his feet. "So, what's all this?" "Let's go downstairs and let me explain the agenda for the first part of tonight." And he gave me a lustful leer and winked when I immediately thought about the second part of tonight! Damn it if I didn't blush a bit and my cock started to harden. We were soon downstairs and looking in on my wrestling room. I have both mats and a smallish pro ring. We walked past it to the locker room and changing area. He set down the bags and sat down on one of the benches and motioned me to do the same. A bit puzzled, but intrigued, I did. "Dave", he said, "I've been watching a lot of videos, learning how to wrestle. Yeah, the WWE is just not for me. Good boy, I thought. "They don't really wrestle much. And, as a matter of fact, I think I've learned the most about wrestling from some of the private gay underground matches I've seen." Interesting, I thought, and wondered where he was going with this. "I think tonight might be about the last time we wrestle for real. When we kissed I realized we're going to be spending much more time in bed than in the ring." Damn straight, I thought again, and groaned inwardly. That's one phrase I'm going to have to give up! Ryan was continuing, "And there are three kinds of fetish matches that I want to try with you before I hang up my trunks." Oh, really? I started to imagine where he was going, thoughts flying through my head. "You can probably guess them." Yeah I probably could and already had. This was going to be so hot! He looked up at me and flashed a grin that made his green eyes sparkle. He gave a quick toss of his longish chestnut brown hair, and looked me in the eyes. Damn, this kid, no man, is handsome, I thought for the thousandth time! "OK" Ryan was saying, smiling at my frank admiration of him, "The first match is a rip and strip. This bag has your clothes and that one mine. First one naked loses." Cool! First guess right. And well yes and no about losing! "That will take place in the ring." I nodded in approval. "The second match will take place on the mats. That will be an oil match. This bag has the tarp I bought to protect the mats (hey, they've seen worse I thought!) and the oil." He wondered what I was thinking, I could tell. Well, I thought, those are stories for another day. "If no one succeeds in pinning or submitting the other in ten minutes, we'll proceed to the third match, a cockfight." Yes! All three guesses right! Ryan finished up, "The first man to comes, loses. And since we'll already be oiled and on the tarp, this match will take place there, too." Once again I thought that cumming is not a bad way of losing. Grin. And the thought of having young stud Ryan naked and oily in my arms made me stiffen immediately. Wow, not a good sign. I might have lost this match before having it! Grin again. Ryan was getting good at reading my mind. He smiled evilly and said, "I think I might finally beat you Dave in a match." He gave me another leer that made my cock jump in my shorts. "Yeah, I think I might have found your Achilles heel." Um, probably yeah. A naked, oily, hot as hell Ryan trying to make me cum? Maybe everybody's Achilles heel? I did laugh out loud then, and was soon joined by Ryan. Well, match time. I took the bag of clothes Ryan had bought for me and went upstairs to change into them. I was curious as to what he had bought and if they would fit even. Although I guess it didn't really matter if they fit or not. They were going to get ripped off of me and shredded pretty soon after all. I could hear Ryan setting up the tarp for later on in the wrestling room before he went back in the locker room to get changed. Before he did he came up the stairs and yelled up to me. "And no intro music. This is an unofficial, unsanctioned, private gay underground wrestling match!" Well, ok. And hot. I took the bag of clothes into my bedroom and sat on the bed and thought about Ryan and me here in bed for the "second half" of tonight. It had been so long since I slept with a man I loved in my bed. And that thought about unmanned me. I suddenly realized that I loved Ryan. While, sure, I wanted to have sex with this very hot man, there was more to my feelings about Ryan than that. That suddenly scared me. What if he didn't feel the same way? After a couple of tough moments, I finally told myself, that that would have to wait. There was an amazingly hot stud waiting to rassle with downstairs. I opened the bag of clothes and was immediately amused. I could tell what match had turned him on by the clothes he chose. Yup, the Ren Adams one. And wasn't Ren the hot one, himself, with his dark, hairy chest, when it was revealed? In the bag was a white tee shirt that I could tell would be too tight enough on me and a pair of blue jeans that already had a few holes in them. And crowning them both was a black jock strap. Nice. I figured that Ryan had to have a white one in counter point. Well, would have to strip him down to find out for sure. Grin again. I slowly put on the black jock strap after stripping naked. A bit too small, but not uncomfortable. It did show off my bulge lewdly. Well chosen, Ryan, I thought. He had taken the time to figure out my size very well. That was a good sign if we did become lovers. I frowned then. We'll see about that, I thought. The jeans were too tight as well, but not uncomfortable as was the white tee shirt. I noted that the jeans probably had some Ryan rips, too. Well, we'll see how long this match lasts! I walked slowly downstairs and into the wrestling room. Ryan was waiting for me in the ring impatiently. Good, I thought, your turn to wait. He had the lights turned down, but there was still plenty of light to see that he was poured into his clothes that clung to his hot body. As he licked his lips in seeing me, I guess I was dressed the same way, too! Seems he had outfitted us both well. Yet another talent he had. Ryan announced the match. Well, it was his night. "Good evening to all watching via XVideos." I thought, what the fuck, and looked for a camera. "This evening we have an unsanctioned, underground match that will be three falls, all in a different wrestling style. The first fall will be rip and strip. The first man to be stripped naked loses the fall. The second match will be a traditional wrestling match, but it will be naked in oil. First man to be pinned or submits, loses the fall. The final fall will be a cockfight and possible tiebreaker. First man to cum loses." He looked at me, out of role, for a minute and grinned. Back in role now. "Introducing the challenger. In the red corner we have Ryan Riley, 28 years of age, weighing in at 205 pounds and standing 6'3 in height. Ryan Riley, Ryan Riley!" He studied me for a minute. "And in the blue corner we have the champion Dave Ledge, 61 years of age, weighing in at 185 pounds and standing 6'1 in height. Dave Ledge, Dave Ledge!" Well why did he mention our ages, I wondered? I guess I'd find out the reason later. Ryan and I slowly approached each other in the ring. I'd had a rip and strip match a while ago. That one had been very fast and was over way too quickly. And then the other guy couldn't decide what to do next after we stripped each other. He was very uncomfortable about being naked with a much bigger guy. Time to let Ryan set the pace, hoping for a better experience that had been hot but not as great as it could have been. Well, cool. Ryan was duplicating the Ren Adams match. We actually were wrestling. Nice. I loved the feel of his strong young body and his muscles as we grappled in holds. I had almost forgotten what kind of match we were having when I was surprised by him suddenly ripping my too tight tee shirt when he had gotten me down. I reversed the hold then and ripped his shirt even more. We then took our time and turns ripping more and more. Finally I got Ryan's tee shirt totally shredded and pulled it off, exposing his strong chest and back. His hairy chest gleamed from sweat and was matted down. Porn worthy for sure. And I wondered again if there was a camera recording this somewhere. He soon had my tee shirt off of my strong body, too. Dressed only in jeans and jocks (no boots and socks for this kind of match) we circled each other slowly. I wasn't sure what to expect then. However, when I saw Ryan's expression, I realized he did. And what was that? Instead of locking up as we normally did in the referee's hold, he immediately attacked my jeans. The booger! Yeah, those rips were Ryan rips. He had sabotaged my jeans! Soon he had major rips in my jeans. I fought back as well as I could. But he had made sure he would win this fall. I got him down way more than he got me down and tore at his jeans as well as I could. However, he was stronger enough than me to get me down, too, and could abuse my weakened jeans more effectively. Sooner than I had wished, he pulled off my tattered jeans to expose my black jock strap and me nearly naked! Well, the effect of that allowed me to work harder on the distracted Ryan and the remnants of his jeans. But it was too late. He attacked my jock. I had his jeans off and his white (as expected) jock strap revealed and had started to shred it when he finished shredding my jock and had exposed me naked. Fall one to Ryan! He stood up and pumped his fist at the ceiling and said, "Fall one to Ryan Riley, Ryan Riley." Well, not fair play, but it was hot. He stripped off the remnants of his jock and stood naked before me (and our audience?). He glistened with sweat. His hair was matted down and his young jock body glowed with pride. I stood up, naked, pumped my big biceps, did pec pumps, and glowered. He calmed down quickly! We took our time oiling each others body on the oiled tarp. Yeah, foreplay for later. We each got hard but didn't touch each others' cock except for a quick oiling up. I decided I was ready for later. When it was time to oil wrestle after Ryan announced the second fall, I just went after Ryan. He didn't have a chance. I have oil wrestled more than once. He hadn't and had no clue about how different it is. The holds you've learned with sweaty bodies no longer work. I gave him enough slack so that he had time to realize how out of his depth he was and how I knew he had cheated in the first fall. For the first time I did a sleeper on him and strangled him after two minutes into the match. He slammed down his submission immediately. I let him go just as immediately. He rubbed his neck pensively as he looked at me with new respect. "You knew?", he asked. I just nodded my head. "What about the third fall?" he asked. "Well, I guess your viewers will expect it," I replied. He looked at me hard then. "There is a camera. This is your call on whether to post the video after editing." I looked at him seriously and said, "Well I guess it depends on how the third fall comes out." And I couldn't help myself. "And how the second half of tonight goes." He gulped and looked at me with love. My heart jumped. Here was the answer to my earlier question. I decided then to give the viewers a real show. While Ryan is stronger than I am, younger, and more beautiful, I have been around enough to know how to make him cum in a match like this. I decided that he and I would cum together and finish our cockfight match in a tie. Still oiled, it was easy to manipulate Ryan. I edged him and let him edge me. This was, perhaps, porn for other people since he and I were already in foreplay. I did control it since I didn't want either of us to cum too quickly before we got to my bed for a second round as well as our future viewers of this round. We did finally cum on each other at the same time and egg each other on for a return match. Nice. Video viewers probably will be entranced if we do publish this. And neither of us was done with the other. Not by a long shot. I took him up to the shower my former partner and now deceased Michael had installed in our bedroom bathroom with the rainfall shower and we meticulously cleaned off the oil, sweat, and cum off each other. Of course this attention meant we were both hard again, too. I had to ask the one question left. "So, why the ages mentioned in our match tonight?" Ryan looked at me hard. "OK. First of all, and this is cynical. If we do publish our match a lot of guys will get off on older and younger. Others will repost this as a Dad/Son match." I looked at Ryan closely. While there might be a superficial resemblance between us, it was clear we were not dad and son. However I would be proud to have a man like him as my son, I had to admit. Once again he read my mind and said, "Yeah, you're certainly not my dad." He became serious now. "You're the man I want to be with. I don't need a dad." He again read my mind as he could see my doubt about how suitable we were for each other, even though I had already lost my heart to him. "Dude, how old do you feel, instead of how old you are?" I had to admit that I felt like I was mid thirties. He then smiled and said the same. We both smiled then. My turn to push it. "Ryan, I've fallen in love with you. I am so sorry if this isn't something you want. I just can't help it." I looked at the floor of my bedroom, so lonely for so long after Michael's death ten years ago. How could I have fallen in love with this hot young guy? Idiot, me. But Ryan took me into his arms and raised my head up and said, "I know Dave. I think I've known a lot longer than you can admit how you feel for me." And he raised my head up totally then. "And one of the many things I love about you is that you just don't see how hot you are and how many people would love to be where I am right now." I looked at him with confusion. "Dude, I'm certifiably old." He smiled and looked at me with love. "Dude, did you not see how you wiped my ass on the mats tonight even though I'm younger, bigger, and stronger?" Well, what does that have to do with anything? I thought and said as much. He smiled at me again, threatening to break my heart. He said, "It means, Dave Ledge, that I'm yours and you're mine. You accept me as your equal. And I accept you as mine and I love you, too.." And he sealed it with another mind-blowing kiss. And he pushed me down on my (our) bed. And would we rassle again here on our bed for what happened next. Yeah and wow! Bear hugs to all, Dave.