Wrestle and Wank: a original CMNM and buddy sex story

Wrestle and Wank: a original CMNM and buddy sex story
by Thorn on his Yahoo Group [thorngay]

Whenever we go round to John's flat it's just be a matter of time before he would find some excuse to start play wresting with at least one of us.

I say one of us, because the others usually seem willing to join in. During the fight T-shirts get pulled off, shirts become unbuttoned and disposed of and occasionally more.

It is a great opportunity to get up close and very personal with friends. But, because it is a kind of macho, thanks to the wrestling, it doesn't seem to produce the same defensive response as if, say, you simply started removing someone's shirt for the hell of it!

Being gay I naturally rather like when I, or the others, lose more than our shirts. So I have became quite adept and furtively unclipping belts, unbuttoning and unzipping jeans. I usually end up with my jeans half open and my briefs exposed for all to see and, very often touch.

I try not to be too hard so that I look too much as though I am enjoying things, but it's not easy to control. Especially when I have one of my mates bare chested and squeezed up tight to my body with only a bit of thin cotton between my dick and their bod. I try hard not to get too aroused. Must keep up the pretence that I am not overly enjoying this... LOL.

Occasionally I manage to get mine, or a friends jeans right off, so we are left wrestling in briefs or boxers.

Then is when the high-jinks can start. Usually it is not long before the briefs, start to slide down. Either of their own accord or with various helping hands. My own included.

Sometimes, I, or one of the others will end up completely naked on the floor in front of a group of friends wrestling.

On one such occasion I was wrestling with Joe and managed to get his shorts to fall off. Funny that ;-).

Then Tim lent a helping hand to pull his boxers off his butt. From there they just slid down of their own accord until I was wrestling with a naked Joe.

Now Joe is a sexy guy and, even sexier with no clothes. So, when Ken said to "grab his cock!" well... I didn't stop to worry about pretending I was not gay, I just took this as an instruction and obeyed. The others let out a whoop which just encouraged me. At first I just enjoyed holding his dick, but then – encouraged by the obvious delight of the others – I started stroking his dick. Joe seemed to like it as he just lay there and his dick started to throb in my hand. It felt really good.

In an instant Joe rolled onto his back in front of the group with my hand still attached to his dick. It was like as if I couldn't let go.

For an instant I thought I would spoil the illusion of straight macho-ness and be thrown out of the house. But, all I could see where lots of eyes transfixed with the spectacle and the sound of a few slightly nervous laughs covering for uncertainty.

I found my hand starting to wank Joe in front of the audience. He lay there obviously enjoying this and the guys were now making encouraging noises too - "yeah", "go for it", "get him to cum" were among the comments I heard.

Joe was now getting very hard and a little wet. Obviously he was enjoying it. Then with a shudder he shot a hot load over his body.

"Good boy," said John. Mark chipped in that it was only fair that it should be me next. I pretended to object, but secretly wanted to perform. Joe cleaned himself up and stepped towards me, unzipping my jeans and puliing down my briefs. My dick sprang to attention. "On the floor," Joe said and I wllingly agreed.

Six pairs of eyes were watching as Joe worked my cock until I, too, exploded. There was a muted cheer from the guys. I turned and noticed that Tom, who was in the group watching, had his jeans and briefs around his ankles and was wanking away. Obviously he had enjoyed the show.

Soon others were joining in and clothes were flying in all directions. We spent the rest of the night naked, drinking, chatting, wanking.

From then on we had another outcome for the wrestling sessions which now became more exciting.

Thorn
THORNGAY GROUP: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thorngay

 

Wrestle and Wank: a original CMNM and buddy sex story

Wrestle and Wank: a original CMNM and buddy sex story
by Thorn on his Yahoo Group [thorngay]

Whenever we go round to John's flat. it's just be a matter of time before he would find some excuse to start play wresting with at least one of us. I say one of us, because the others usually seem willing to join in. During the fight T-shirts get pulled off, shirts become unbuttoned and disposed of and occasionally more. It is a great opportunity to get up close and very personal with friends. But, because it is a kind of macho, thanks to the wrestling, it doesn't seem to produce the same defensive response as if, say, you simply started removing someone's shirt for the hell of it! Being gay I naturally rather like when I, or the others, lose more than our shirts. So I have became quite adept and furtively unclipping belts, unbuttoning and unzipping jeans. I usually end up with my jeans half open and my briefs exposed for all to see and, very often touch. I try not to be too hard so that I look too much as though I am enjoying things, but it's not easy to control. Especially when I have one of my mates bare chested and squeezed up tight to my body with only a bit of thin cotton between my dick and their bod. I try hard not to get too aroused. Must keep up the pretence that I am not overly enjoying this... LOL. Occasionally I manage to get mine, or a friends jeans right off, so we are left wrestling in briefs or boxers. Then is when the high-jinks can start. Usually it is not long before the briefs, start to slide down. Either of their own accord or with various helping hands. My own included. Sometimes, I, or one of the others will end up completely naked on the floor in front of a group of friends wrestling. On one such occasion I was wrestling with Joe and managed to get his shorts to fall off. Funny that ;-). Then Tim lent a helping hand to pull his boxers off his butt. From there they just slid down of their own accord until I was wrestling with a naked Joe. Now Joe is a sexy guy and, even sexier with no clothes. So, when Ken said to "grab his cock!" well... I didn't stop to worry about pretending I was not gay, I just took this as an instruction and obeyed. The others let out a whoop which just encouraged me. At first I just enjoyed holding his dick, but then – encouraged by the obvious delight of the others – I started stroking his dick. Joe seemed to like it as he just lay there and his dick started to throb in my hand. It felt really good. In an instant Joe rolled onto his back in front of the group with my hand still attached to his dick. It was like as if I couldn't let go. For an instant I thought I would spoil the illusion of straight macho-ness and be thrown out of the house. But, all I could see where lots of eyes transfixed with the spectacle and the sound of a few slightly nervous laughs covering for uncertainty. I found my hand starting to wank Joe in front of the audience. He lay there obviously enjoying this and the guys were now making encouraging noises too - "yeah", "go for it", "get him to cum" were among the comments I heard.   Joe was now getting very hard and a little wet. Obviously he was enjoying it. Then with a shudder he shot a hot load over his body. "Good boy," said John. Mark chipped in that it was only fair that it should be me next. I pretended to object, but secretly wanted to perform. Joe cleaned himself up and stepped towards me, unzipping my jeans and pulling down my briefs. My dick sprang to attention. "On the floor," Joe said and I willingly agreed. Six pairs of eyes were watching as Joe worked my cock until I, too, exploded. There was a muted cheer from the guys. I turned and noticed that Tom, who was in the group watching, had his jeans and briefs around his ankles and was wanking away. Obviously he had enjoyed the show. Soon others were joining in and clothes were flying in all directions. We spent the rest of the night naked, drinking, chatting, wanking. From then on we had another outcome for the wrestling sessions which now became more exciting. Thorn THORNGAY GROUP: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thorngay

Wrestling naked: Is it male bonding, homoeroticism (CMNM), or just guys being athletic?

Is wrestling - especially naked with your buddy or team mate a type of CMNM behavior that is for male bonding, homoeroticism, or just guys being athletic?

 For me, thinking of nude wrestling brings back some powerful memories. It never started out as nude wrestling, but it often turned out to become that. A college buddy - who was supposedly straight and I would always get into a wrestling match after every time we got drunk -- it might be after a Saturday night's college party (we tended to give one or go to one every weekend), or it might be on Sunday afternoon when he and his girlfriend, my dorm mate (we had tiny private rooms) and I played cards and drank wine throughout the afternoon.

Eventually, as we got sotted, he and I would challenge each other to a wrestling match that always started in our underwear (I didn't freeball then like I do now). The object of the wrestling match often was to tear off the other guy's briefs. Our spectators just cheered us on and it is truly a wonder that I didn't get caught with my a big hardon because I really had a crush on him -- but it was more like I wanted to 'be' him than just be with him sexually. So that's what nude wrestling means to me .. it's kind of homoerotic, but it's about asserting your masculinity or manhood in a strange kind of way and bonding physically with another guy - -whether he's gay or str8t doesn't really matter. Actually, I can't really say I've ever had the same feelings toward a gay man and haven't actually wrestled a gay man in the nude -- I mean --- sex comes into the picture long before we get around to wrestling.

These events happened during my junior-year-abroad in France. Patrice was studying judo at the time

so he would usually get the upper hand in our sweaty wrestling matches - so I didn't actually get to pull off his briefs or expose his cock very often -- maybe that's why I kept trying [grin.]When we had a party, I was typically the one who got the drunkest and acted rather strange (I came from a rather puritanical, family)- like taking off some or most of my clothes, or climbing trees and telephone poles. Patrice and his girlfriend were the ones who helped me get back home and I would find myself in my own bed without any clothes on later the night or the next morning.

 I always really wondered which one of them enjoyed 'taking care' of Le Petit (as they used to call me). One of the hottest (and nostalgically regretful) memories for me about those wrestling days in university (in France) was the time after one of our more intense wrestling bouts that Patrice told me privately in the dorm kitchen (where his girlfriend and my roomie could not heard) that he wanted to fuck my ass: 'You know what? - I'd fuck you in the ass.' I just joked about it, and replied that there was no way he was going to get my ass, and then passed it off as if it were nothing but I dreamed for years about what would have happened if I had taken him more seriously.

It scared me because I knew how strongly I was attached to him emotionally and how much physically attractive he was. I had just come out to myself (and to other guy - my dorm mate). Shortly after that incident, our wrestling matches ended - perhaps from our having reached some kind of irrevocable turning point, and also it was about time for me to return home.

Another memory was the time that we all went out in early May to the beach (I was studying in Montpellier), I ended up getting one of the worst sunbuns I've ever had despite it being a partly cloudy spring day -- Patrice and his girlfriend brought me home, took off all my clothes (I was conscious but in great pain), and rubbed me with burn cream and kept me warm and with plenty of liquids -- if I had not been in so much pain I would have been excited beyond belief to have Patrice rubbing my body-- as it was I was scorched and grimacing in pain - nothing pleasurable about it. I visited him in France years later - he is married, has two children and teaches English in high school. At this point, we've sort of lost contact, but this posting brought back memories of those idyllic days.

If you like nude wrestling, frottage, Spartan love and then take a look at the full site (where the pic above is hosted). http://www.heroichomosex.com/

P.S. Matt Damon stars the movie, The Good Shepherd. In it, you can see him doing some naked mud wrestling as part of a secret university club initiation rite. For more info and some screen captures, go to JustJared.com posting about it.

Scene from the Matt Damon film "The Good Shepherd". These CMNM scenes (nude mud wrestling and initiation ceremony in the Skull and Bones club) are not the main parts of the film, but do help explain some essentials of the story.