Date: Mon, 11 May 2015 23:57:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Dave Ledge Subject: Wrestling Ryan, 3 Wrestling Ryan. Part Three Remember to support Nifty! As an aside, I answer all emails sent to mikedave01@yahoo.com. From Ryan 2: "When finally I was sure that Ryan was really tired and winded, while I, himself, was not, I rolled up Ryan into a small package when Ryan was not expecting that and had thought he was going to beat me and I counted to three. I jumped up, pumped my fist in the air and said, 'The winner and still champion, Dave Ledge!' At that point my alarm went off signaling the 15 minute limit of the match. Yeah, I had timed it perfectly. But then Ryan's cell phone alarm went off in the locker room, too. Ryan ran off to the locker room. Evidently his defeat hadn't phased him at all. I waited for Ryan to come back. After a few minutes Ryan came running back looking hotter than ever, with his chest heaving and all sweaty. His matted hair and chest hair and his green Speedos plastered onto his young body made me give a gasp of pleasure. Ryan noticed and gave a quick smile. But then he said, 'I'm sorry, Dave', Ryan said. 'That alarm was a reminder that my grandparents are having their 50th wedding anniversary dinner in an hour and a half. The meal will be on the other end of town and I have to shower, shave, and get in my tux for that. I'm going to have to leave now and get cleaned up at my place.' He looked down at his nearly naked body and mine. This time his smile had a new note to it. He looked into my eyes deeply and then he almost pleaded. 'Dave, can we do this again? I can't remember when I've had so much fun. You are amazing! Maybe next Saturday?' 'Of course', I said. 'I meant what I said in the ring. You have real possibilities in the ring. And being you, I also figure you'll learn some moves I'll have to be ready for when next we fight that I won't have to teach you.' He smiled in a sort of inscrutable manner then. 'Yes, I will.' He surprised me then by giving me a mind-blowing hug that made my body tingle and my cock rise. I couldn't remember ever being in a tighter hug. I could feel our hard nipples rubbing together. I could even feel our balls together. Ryan didn't let me go for a long time and I was certainly in no hurry to make Ryan let me go! Grin. I then decided that Ryan's body was made for me. I loved the fact that Ryan was a bit bigger than I was and I loved being in Ryan's arms nearly naked. I realized that just the small bikini Speedos were separating us from total nakedness together. Ryan finally let me go and he held me out at an arm's length studying me very carefully. Then he turned to me, looking at me in the eyes with his twinkling eyes and smirked and said, 'Yeah, be prepared. And I won't have anything interfering with a second bout next Saturday.' Wow." Once again the week seemed to last forever. Ryan's boss was keeping him pretty busy at work, so I didn't see much of him. The couple of times we did meet by chance we fist bumped and he called me "Champ". That did make me chuckle. The one time we had a couple of minutes to talk, I asked him if he still wanted to go out Friday night and come over on Saturday afternoon. He gave a very enthusiastic nod of the head to both. Great, I thought and I smiled and said. "Oh, by the way, if you're planning on buying boots, go with black or white. They match any color of trunks." He thought about that and smiled. Friday night I decided it would be "Dim Sum" at the top Chinese restaurant in town. I figured Chinese would be a pretty easy introduction to Asia since most Americans had at least some acquaintance with that country's cuisine. We started with a bird's nest soup, which amused Ryan. We discussed the very diverse ingredients the Chinese use, especially in China and in some of their signature dishes. I made him laugh by telling him I had been given Peking Duck three times when I was in Beijing working for the company, as an honored guest. And I told him I don't really even like the dish! I mentioned that my favorite meal in China was probably the Mongolian hot pot meal I had on the way back from the Great Wall (which was amazing!). The waiters brought platter after platter of meats and vegetables and then two huge bubbling vats of oil, one spicy and the other not. We then made skewers of different combinations and cooked them to our taste. Yum. I ate way too much at that meal! We had the most variety in the dim sum I could come up with and took the waiter's suggestions as to house specialties. I just love eating in this "hors d'oeuvre" kind of way. And while Ryan was doubtful at first, he soon was as enthusiastic as I was about the richness and complexity of flavor in these small bites. We enjoyed our Tsching Dao beer as well and eventually downed three each. And I enjoyed seeing Ryan's quick smiles and his sparkling green eyes light up when he tasted an unexpected flavor. We were both in business casual and both had undone two buttons on our dress shirts, I was very glad to see. Happy, replete, and buzzed, we were making small talk when Ryan quietly introduced a new topic. He smiled at me and in a teasing voice he said, "You know some people might comment on how much time we've been spending together." I gave him a searching glance but his expression gave nothing away. I smiled in return and jokingly said, "And they might comment even more if they knew how we were spending Saturday afternoons." "Yes, they might", he replied. After looking each other into the eyes quite seriously for a minute, we changed the subject after that. Neither one of us was ready to go there yet. However, I did wonder about what he was thinking when he introduced the subject. We gave each other a tight and long-held man hug when we went our separate ways to our cars. I had a glass of Scotch or two watching the fire in the fireplace when I got home, wondering still. I tried to remember our age difference and the fact that I could be his father or grandfather. However, that didn't help. This young guy was becoming all I thought about. He was working his way into my heart, I was afraid, too. After much thought, I finally decided that I would just let this whole thing go where it would. Saturday's routine was much like last week's. I made a couple of sandwiches for a late lunch (baguette and prosciutto etc.) and had an ice cold glass of La Croix water to go with it. Time to hydrate before my match with Ryan. Just thinking about that made my heart race a bit and my cock inflate a bit, too. Definitely the blood was flowing. I showered, taking my time, around 1 PM. I let the pulsing loosen my muscles and relax me so that I would be flexible and ready for Ryan. After looking at my large collections of trunks and jackets, I finally decided on a lemon yellow pair for Ryan. They would bring out his green eyes and chestnut brown hair. The yellow would also highlight any bulge Ryan might be packing. Grin. I finally decided to go with royal blue for me. We'd match but also be a nice contrast in the ring. I did wonder if he would get white or black boots. Either choice would say something. I put his clothes and towel in the dressing room near the wrestling room downstairs and then went back up to my bedroom to wait for him to arrive. Just after 2 the doorbell rang. It was all I could do not to run down the stairs. I answered the door and let in a smiling Ryan. And once again he looked great. He was wearing a very tight red undershirt (wifebeater) and khaki shorts and brown sandals. A bit of brown chest hair peeped out from under the low neck line in the red wifebeater that showed off his big barrel chest. Really hot stud, I thought. His hair was a bit blow dried and getting a bit too long, but was still very cute. As for me I had decided to give him a preview of later. I had a tight Filo sleeveless shirt and shorts in a shade of blue between royal and navy. After yet one more tight hug and feeling each others' manly body we went into the kitchen for waters and some chit chat about the day and meal last night. Ryan was really surprised by how much he liked the dim sum and their complexity. He looked at me with admiration and said, jokingly, "You, sir, are a man of many surprises it seems." I chuckled at his formality and replied, "With more to come and be experienced, dear sir." I arched an eyebrow at him and leered a bit then, and he actually blushed a bit! Well, that was promising, I thought. I chuckled evilly, checking for his reaction. None. Hmm. We soon left to get dressed for our second match. I turned on the music and bounced down the steps to the basement and the ring, but was surprised to find it empty. But just as soon as my music was finished I heard a new music and then Ryan waltzed in to a really cheesy rock song. He was bumping and grinding in a kind of Alex Wright imitation. LOL. It was all I could do not to laugh at his silliness. But hey, on the other hand he had just upstaged me in my own ring. That's breaking the first rule of home wrestling and of pro wrestling, too. Hosts and Champions both get second entrance! I would get even for that! I just stared him down as he writhed—quite attractively I'll admit—to the music, and I noted that yellow was definitely his color. The light colored Speedos showed his muscular ass and his bit of a bulge in front. And I did like his jobber white boots. Well, Ryan, I thought, get ready to learn what being a jobber really means. I decided to play the heel, big time, for his impertinence. After the "announcer" and the "ref" introduced us and explained the rules, I came at Ryan immediately. I didn't bother to lock up. I just did throw after throw. Eventually, he scooted out of the ring, rubbing his bruised tailbone and yelled at me, half in character, half not, "Dude, what the fuck?" I answered, "Dude, no one upstages the champion in his own ring! Now, get up here like the good jobber boy you are and we'll start over again and wrestle." Once again we were both staying in our roles but also trying to deliver needed information. Ryan had to nod at how he had fucked up by trying to upstage me. A very big oops. And my response was justified. A champion has to respond that way. He carefully crawled back into the ring. I let him. Once he was back in, we started to wrestle. We locked up. We exchanged side face locks on our hairy chests. We did tests of strength. We tackled each other to the mat and enjoyed some very tight holds with each of our faces in the others' crotch at times and ass to ass and crotch to ass holds. Now we were having fun. I let it be give and take and give Ryan experience on applying holds and getting out of them. The boy was good, I had to admit. He had evidently spent some of the week learning about wrestling from watching videos. I had set a timer for a 15 minute fall. When I heard it ring, I let go of my hold on Ryan. I had him in another camel clutch and was enjoyed sitting my ass on his and pulling his mouth apart. He fell to the mat, grateful for the release, panting heavily. In my announcer voice I said, "End of Fall One, No Decision. A Draw." I rolled aside and lay on my back on the mat next to Ryan. "Great match, Ryan", I said. "You'll learning fast. I think you could do well on an Indy circuit with a little more training." "You really think so, Dave?" he asked. And he looked up at me a bit incredulously, "And how do you know?" I answered, "Actually, I've wrestled Indy matches over the years, myself. I know what it takes." "Wow, really, Dave, you really have?" he replied. I shook my head at him and frowned and said, "Don't sound so surprised, Ryan. Remember that I've beaten your ass!" I grinned and said. "Experience counts!" He did chuckle at that but said, "Well, you haven't beaten my ass today." "Do you have time for a second fall?", I asked. He raised himself up and sat beside me. I admired his strong and sweaty body and his yellow trunks plastered to his body. I started to get a big plump, just looking at him, remembering how he had felt in my holds. He noticed my look and gave me a similar thorough study, too. He interrupted our mutual admiration society meeting by asking what time I was. I told him and he pondered for a minute. "Sure", he said. "I can do one more fall. But then I'll have to drop by my grandparents to check on them. They and I both live in this part of town and my parents don't. Then, I'll have to walk my dogs and feed them. I'll grab supper out, too." I started to look a bit dismayed at this compendium of events. He noticed and then made my day. "However, if it's ok with you, I'd like to come back this evening for Bout Two?" Yes! My smile must have blinded him! Grin. "And," he said both dramatically and wickedly, "Can I select the attire and set the rules for tonight, Champ?" What? What did he mean? I must have said something out loud since he said, "That would be telling, wouldn't it? You'll have to wait and see." 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. Grin again. To be continued. Hugs to all, Dave.