Bobby Learns to Wrestle - Chapter 7

January 14, 1995

The mall! Fewer places evoked the sense of possibility and excitement in a city as small as Rancho. The mall was where you could buy books, watch movies, throw coins into a fountain, ride escalators, drink an Orange Julius and eat pizza by the slice. In the summertime, the mall was a choice refuge from the oppressive heat. In January, however, there were only two reasons to go: After Christmas sales, and the Swap Shop at Legendarium.

Legendarium was a kid’s mecca — comic book store, sci-fi shop, second-hand movies, action figures, and the occasional baseball card. After Christmas, they knew a lot of kids didn’t get what they wanted, so they organized the Swap Shop: An event where they took over the courtyard outside their store with tables for kids of all ages to buy, sell, and trade. It was like Comic Con, but smaller, and under the watchful eye of the Legendarium staff, making sure nobody went home unhappy (or swindled too badly).

I didn’t have much in the way of comic books or action figures, but Eric did, and he begged me to help him carry his stuff. He had the good idea to bring the five MST3K episodes that I had taped to see if I could find someone to trade with. Cory and Andy were there too, and the four of us had coordinated the best way to kick off 1995: The Swap Shop, followed by a sleepover at Andy’s. Andy’s mom had a shift until 6 p.m., but the afternoon was ours to study all our loot.

Oh, and of course we were going to have the greatest wrestling tournament of all time.

I had my backpack loaded up with sleepover clothes and a toothbrush, and my mom drove Eric and I to the mall. She was chasing some bargains and would take us over to Andy’s after she was done. Eric had two milk crates full of wrestling action figures and comics. Cory and Andy arrived with shopping bags full of comic books, and went to work exchanging.

Eric came out pretty good, trading a lot of the guys he didn’t like anymore for a wrestling ring playset. I found, apparently, the MST3K guy, and traded him my five latest episodes for an old episode called Gamera that I’d never heard of. I was a little disappointed that I got one for my five. Andy appeared as I turned to go. “All you got was one?” Andy asked.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “He said I could have gotten two if I edited out the commercials.”

“Pff, you got screwed,” Andy said with a chuckle. Andy really knew how to push my buttons sometimes.

They spent a good hour circulating among the tables while Eric and I sat at the fountain. Eric was having buyer’s remorse because he had to carry this huge playset around. I just moped there with my tape. “Andy hasn’t stopped being a jerk lately,” I said.

“I know! He said my socks looked dumb the other day. He’s fine in class, but it’s like a switch flips after school and he’s Mean Andy.” We sighed and looked at each other with a what are you gonna do? look, because we both wanted to wrestle with Andy, even if he was Mean Andy. “I wish there was a way we could, I don’t know, put him in his place a little.”

I looked across the mall to the end, and saw the Longs drugstore. Suddenly I had an idea. I reached in my back pocket and was relieved to find that I had brought money. “Follow my lead,” I said to Eric.

“Hey, turdlets,” Andy said as he hefted two shopping bags of comics onto the wall around the fountain. “Check out this haul,” he added, as Cory followed him with a single bag, practically bursting. “You gotta know the right people, I guess,” he said, sighing triumphantly.

“Congratulations,” I said brightly. “Interested in making five bucks, Mr. Dealmaker?”

“Why, whaddya got?” Andy asked, suspicious.

“I’ll give you five bucks if you walk into that Longs and buy a bottle of lube. Like KY Jelly,” I said.

“There’s a new one called Astroglide,” Eric chimed in.

“Where’s the five bucks,” Andy asked. I held it up and he tried to grab it out of my hand.

I snatched it back. “Ah ah, we’re coming with you. And you have to call the checker sweetheart.” Andy went a little pale. I made a dismissive sound. “Aw, I knew you were chicken,” I said.

“I’ll do it,” Andy said, gathering his courage. “Gimme it.” He grabbed the five dollar bill, and we walked past the Swap Shop and into Longs, carrying his bags with him. Cory and Eric were starting to giggle as soon as they saw the sign over the aisle.

“Personal intimacy!” Eric hissed, giggling. This was escalating quickly, and heads were starting to turn in the store. Andy had a resolute look on his face. We turned the corner and went down the aisle, and he found a tiny squeeze tube of Astroglide. $1.99. He took it, and we marched up to the checkout. Eric and Cory were barely able to walk, and I was starting to snicker too. Andy was turning a particular shade of red.

We followed Andy through the checkout line, and the checker eyeballed the four of us making a ruckus. “Just this?” she asked.

“Yes please,” Andy said. “Sweetheart.”

The three of us barely held it together. The checker rolled her eyes, clearly eager to get us out of the store. She didn’t even bother putting it in a bag — she just handed it back to him with the receipt and his change.

We exploded back out into the mall, laughing, as Andy was frantically trying to find a place in his overstuffed bags to put a tiny bottle of lube. It clattered to the floor, sliding toward the Swap Shop. Someone friendly stopped it with their foot to pick it up to whoever dropped it, and found themselves handing a 13-year-old a bottle of lube.

“Thank you,” Andy whispered, mortified.

“You boys have fun,” the guy said as we scurried away. Cory, Eric and I were in absolute stitches. Andy finally started to crack, and chuckled a little bit.

“You guys are assholes,” Andy said, finally, with a half smile.

“Takes one to know one,” I said. “Sweetheart.” The four of us dissolved into laughter.

We went to the food court for some lunch, and met my mom, who was slightly annoyed that she couldn’t find us, and gave us all bags to carry back to the car. She drove us over to Andy’s house, relieved that the decibel level in the car returned to normal after we exited.

The week before, we worked out all the details of our wrestling personas every chance we got — break, lunch, even after we finished some group work in class. We drew straws to see who was going to be a hero or villain: Cory and I were villains, while Andy and Eric were heroes. By Friday, we had three-by-five cards with our final characters revealed:

We made masks out of old socks, coloring them with markers except for Cory, who just used one of his dad’s black socks. My staff was the core from some wrapping paper, Andy’s sword was cardboard. With some imagination, we had four real characters here, ready to wrestle.

“I kind of wish we had your dad’s mat,” Andy said, working with Cory to push the couch aside. Dressed in t-shirts and shorts, Eric and I were already working on moves with each other. I pretended to get lifted up by Eric using the Heroic Slam, but mostly just landed on the floor with a thud as Eric landed on top of me.

“Heroic Slam!” he said, as my cock thickened involuntarily. I was slightly disappointed when Eric climbed off me. “So, how are we starting?”

“I want to wrestle Bobby,” Andy said. “I mean, the Sinister Sorcerer.” I looked at Andy and nodded, sizing him up. We tied on our masks, and I found my cardboard tube. “Whoever cums first loses,” he said, tauntingly, waggling his cardboard sword at me.

Andy started to thrash, but practicing with Eric over the last few weeks gave me some tricks. I pressed my chest down into his, and spread my feet out wide so he couldn’t turn us over. Being on top meant I was in better control of how much pressure to put on Andy’s cock, which was rock-hard. I guess I was lucky that the wrestling that Eric and I did was naked, because wrestling with pants on definitely didn’t get me as close to cumming as it used to.

Andy grunted, frustrated, unable to budge me off him. I shfited my position with one leg straight down so it was less my cock against his, and more my thigh. It was a little risk, but Andy was losing interest in rolling me over. Effectively, I was jacking Andy off with my quad. “You’re mine now,” I taunted, using my Sinister Sorcerer voice. “Your sword may be hard, but my spells are stronger,” I said, slipping into my normal voice because my breath was getting deeper. I heard Eric chuckle.

“Make him cum, Bobby,” Eric cheered.

Andy groaned, finally giving in and letting his body relax into cumming. I felt his cock throb under my thigh as he came, closing his eyes. “Shiiiiiit,” Andy swore, more annoyed than anything else.

I jumped off Andy and raised my arms in a strong-man pose, putting my foot on Andy’s chest. “Victory!” I cheered. Cory’s eyes were locked on my bulge. A wet spot blossomed on Andy’s shorts. Another minute on top of Andy and I would have had one too.

Eric and Cory cheered with me. Andy waited until we were done and just said “boo.” He got up and went to the bathroom.

“C’mon, Cory, let’s wrestle,” Eric said excitedly. Both he and Cory adjusted themselves as they circled each other, hard after watching me pin Andy.

Cory didn’t even try to escape the pin. Grunting, Eric rubbed his cock against Cory’s through the thin fabric of their shorts and underwear. Cory pushed his hips up hard, lifting Eric up in an effort to get him to cum first. When that failed, Cory spread his feet and bent his knees up, cradling Eric in his lap. They squirmed their boy bodies against one another as they both tried to both cause and hold off the inevitable. Cory felt his cock explode inside his underwear, and he groaned while Eric laughed a triumphant “ha!”. “You came first! Oh shit!” Eric exclaimed as his body spasmed on top of Cory, his own orgasm arriving just seconds after Cory’s. They both laughed as Eric’s body relaxed on top of Cory as their breathing eased.

Andy had come out of the bathroom in the middle of the match in fresh clothes. “Cory doesn’t even try to win,” he jeered. “He likes being on the bottom.”

“I do too, but it didn’t keep me from winning our match,” I shot back.

“Sounds like you want a rematch,” Andy said pointedly.

“Do you have enough clean clothes when I make you cum a second time?” Eric and Cory laughed.

“I’m not gonna cum again, I just came!” Andy said.

“Oh, sorry you’re not able to cum twice, that sucks,” I said sympathetically, on a roll.

Andy ran at me and threw me on the floor. We grappled, and I tried to get on top of him. Andy was heavier than I was when I didn’t have a magical incantation to rely on, and he wound up sitting on my chest. He straddled me facing my feet, pinning my arms against my body, his butt right under my chin. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I heard him snort and spit, and felt his hand slide under my waistband, his fingers wrapping around my cock. I was already hard from watching Eric on top of Cory, and Andy started stroking. Andy jacked me off quickly, my cum getting all over my shirt and shorts. It didn’t feel great, really, and I think that was the point, but it felt good to cum. Andy released me with a deep breath. “There. We’re even,” he said, climbing off me, leaving me on the floor. He went to the kitchen to rinse off his hand.

Eric came over and stood on my foot, offering me a hand up. I stood up, and we went to the bathroom together to change. We rinsed up and put on the change of clothes we brought. “You really got Andy good today,” Eric said.

“Yeah, but he got me back,” I admitted.

“Maybe a little. He’s not going to forget the lube incident though, that was perfect,” he said admiringly. “I think he’ll think twice next time before thinking he can take you.”

“I mean, I would have let him … you know, but he just sat on me,” I said.

“Maybe be more like Cory then, and let him,” Eric suggested.

Eric and I played Nintendo on the floor in front of the TV while Cory and Andy rolled around, trading moves. Watching the clock, we were just putting the furniture back in place as Andy’s mom got home from her shift with two Domino’s Pizzas. We ate and watched the Gamera tape I got, which was better than I expected. The four of us, giggling, whisper-sang quietly along to the Gamera song: Gamera is really neat! Gamera is filled with meat! Three-quarters of the way in, we all fell asleep in front of the TV. Eric and I woke up when the VHS tape auto-ejected after it finished playing. There was a dim light from the kitchen, but Andy and Cory were nowhere to be found.

Eric looked at me, and I looked at him. We both grinned at each other, and I stretched out on the couch, and Eric climbed on top of me. We were both hard with perpetual nocturnal erections. “Oh, wait,” Eric whispered, his voice barely a breath. “Take off your shorts,” he instructed.

He climbed off me and went to Andy’s bag of comics, careful to not crinkle the plastic bag. He successfully and silently retrieved the tiny bottle of lube that Andy bought with my money, along with a paper towel from the kitchen. He dabbed the paper towel in some soapy water that had collected in a glass in the sink to wet it, and wrung it out.

Eric came back to find me naked from the waist down, and he swiped his pants and underwear off. He unscrewed the cap of the lube, squeezed some out on his hand, stroking his rock-hard cock. He smeared some on his tummy as he climbed over me, straddling me, and smeared some on my cock and tummy too. He wiped his hand on the paper towel. He laid down, smushing our cocks together, slippery with the lube. We both breathed a deep sigh as we felt the pleasure blossom between us. We moved together there on the couch, like we had so many times before, silently chasing the orgasm we thought might be amplified by the lube.

I wrapped my arms around Eric, hugging him tight against me. I came first, my body shivering under Eric’s weight. It was more cum than with Andy, because I felt relaxed under Eric, and Eric’s body felt better than Andy’s frenetic jerking. I felt him shudder a few seconds later, the pleasure rolling like a wave through his body. We laid there for a second, feeling our cocks throb against one another, the spasms lessening in intensity as the seconds ticked by. When, finally, they stopped, Eric came up to straddling me, got the wet paper towel and cleaned himself up, and handed it to me to do the same. He climbed off me, putting his shorts back on, and shaking out his arms and cracking his neck with a big exhale. I slid my shorts back on. That felt good.

Since it seemed like Andy and Cory had gone somewhere else, we took both ends of the couch, using the soft, overstuffed armrests as pillows, our legs a tangle in the middle.

“I won,” Eric whispered as we settled in to sleep.

“I know,” I whispered back, stifling a chuckle.