Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2022 19:27:23 +0000
From: OmriWentz@proton.me
Subject: Wrestling Eric for adult/youth

Wrestling Eric

by Omri Wentz


This is another quick true story. No real sex to speak of but an erotic
memory for me anyway.


I seem to have a lot of friends who have boys rather than girls. And,
since my demeanor is that of an overgrown kid, boys are always drawn to
me to play and horse around when I visit. I have four young friends who
always tackle and wrestle me whenever they see me. I'm a boylover but
keep that side of myself secret from everyone in my life. I would never
hurt or molest a boy. Parents feel safe leaving their kids with me. And
they should! As much as I might secretly lust after the boys I play with,
I don't let it show.


My favorite of these boys is Eric, an adorable second grader who is the
son of one of my good friends from college. Eric has dirty blond hair and
piercing green eyes. He plays soccer and can usually be found in his
team's uniform of light blue t-shirt and black nylon shorts. He has
strong little legs and, based on the few times I've seen him without a
shirt, a nice slim body and flat tummy with an innie belly button.


On the day of this story, I was visiting his dad. Some friends were over
their house to watch some football. As usual, Eric tackled me as soon as
I entered the living room. That day Eric was only wearing a tight pair of
Buzz Lightyear underoos. I love nothing more in this world than a young
boy in underoos, so I cautiously let my eyes wander down to the bulge
that was pressing Buzz's face out. I might have been mistaken but it
looked like Eric had a semi brewing in there.


I flung all 55 pounds of boy over my shoulder and spun him around.


"You two!" my friend's wife laughed. She had told me one time that I was
Eric's favorite and always asked when I was coming over.


Behind the couch and chairs where the others were watching the game, Eric
and I wrestled. He barely weighs anything but I let him get the best of
me occasionally, pinning me on the floor, panting in my face with his
little hot boy breaths.


Eric put his face really close to mine as he straddled me. His lips were
two inches from my own. "I got you!" he panted. "You got me," I
admitted.


Then Eric started grinding his hard little penis into my stomach. It felt
like a nail was being pressed repeatedly into my belly over and over
again. Eric put his arms around my neck and just humped away, using my
body as a vessel for his sexual pleasure. I certainly didn't mind but I
was concerned that his parents might turn around and see what was
happening.


"What are you doing, buddy?" I whispered in his ear. He put his lips up
for to my ear.


"It feels good!" Eric whispered back.


Against my better judgment, I grasped Eric's underoos-covered butt as he
thrust. The panting sound he was making was really turning me on and I
could feel my own penis straining in my jeans down below where his body
was sprawled on my torso. I loved the feeling of his heaving naked chest
on top of me and kneading the firm muscles in his soccer boy ass as he
fucked my stomach.


Eric thrusted and thrusted, letting the intense pressure build up in his
second grade penis. He squeezed my neck harder (maybe too hard?) as he
neared his climax. With one final frenzy of thrusting and humping, Eric
stopped and collapsed into me just as the game went to a commercial.


Eric's dad got up to go get some snacks from the kitchen.


"Eric!" his dad said as he walked past us. "Leave Omri alone and let him
watch the game!" Eric whined and said he was too comfy on top of me to
move.


I'm pretty sure Eric's dad must have noticed my erection. How could he
not have? But he didn't say anything about it. Eventually Eric got off of
me and I went to sit on a big recliner. Eric scrambled up on top of me
and pulled at my arms to wrap them around his mostly naked little body,
which was slicked with sweat from his exertions.


"Do you want him to get off of you?" Eric's mom asked me.


"Nah, he's fine," I told her.


Eventually Eric fell asleep in my lap, no doubt exhausted from his dry
cum. I listened to his soft little breaths as he drifted off to sleep. I
can't even remember if our team won or not. Who cares really when you got
to be a plaything for a young boy's pleasure?


Let me know if you enjoyed my fun memory.
Email: OmriWentz@pm.me


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