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Hunks (mm)
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Subject: Hunks (M/M)
Date: Sun, 23 Jul 1995 07:03:27 UTC
HUNKS - By Bob Arthurs Christopher Street BBS
201-992-5660
One day after a wrestling meet, I was walking out of the locker room. I had
just won my tenth match and had gone undefeated for the most part of the
season. I had just pinned this handsome devil in 3 minutes flat. And, boy was
he a hunk. I'd wrestle this kid anytime, anywhere. And, quite frankly, I
wouldn't care if I had lost. The coaches all said, "Nice job Mike, Great pin.
Way to go and all the other phrases I heard after I beat the pants off
challengers 1 through 9. But, wrestler number 10 was the one I really wanted to
take the pants off. So, as these guys gave me their congtratulations, I just
yessed them, smiled. But, my mind was on that kid I just beat. He was only 16
years old. About 5-7 and was really a hunk. You could tell he worked out a lot.
I didn't think he was born with that body. Anyway, I walked out of the locker
room and as I was getting onto the bus I said, "What the heck, Let me see if
this kid is still around. I went back inside the school and walked to the
visitors lockers. The kids were all about gone. But, I heard the shower
running. So I continued to where I saw an open locker, I sat on the wooden
bench as my dick was getting harder by the minute. I couldn't resist. I took a
peek in the shower and there he was. His ass was tighter than I could ever have
imagined. Small, tender, with the butt muscles surrounding his bones. The water
shut off, and as he turned around, I noticed his big piece of meat. It must
have been at least 7 1/2 inches. At that point, he noticed me. He said, " You
whipped me but good." I said, "Do you want a second chance."We got to talking,
and found that we realy had more in common than we thought. I gave him a
rematch. . . A real rematch. He walked over to his locker, his lean, sleek body
was extremely impressive. His ass was so tight,I enjoyed every step he took,
just watching that body go.,. It was about 7 at night. He slipped on his white
jockey briefs and then BANG the door to the
locker room was closed and locked. Apparently, neither one of us heard the
janitor come by to lock up. I took advantage of the opportunity. I walked over
to him, And with his back towards me, I put my left hand around his chest, and
my right hand down the rear of his jockey briefs, he squirmed for a minute, and
then with his right hand pushed his underpants down below his knees, I placed
my finger up his tight ass as he slowly turned to his left and bent over,
I then flipped him over and started sucking his big piece of meat and let
him shoot all over my t-shirt. I was drenched. He ripped my clothes off and
started sucking me. It felt so good. Then, he bent me over the sink and
started ramming his big dick up my tight ass His big balls were beating
against mine. It felt so good. There was just one problem, there we sat
tired as all could be, locked in a smelly locker room.Both ou r busses left
wwithout us, and the janitor won't be back until 6 AM. We took out a few towels
anad laid them down in the center of the floor and slept until morning. Our
bodies were tightly interlocked. Our dicks were on top of each other. And we
had
the best time in the world. In the morning when we woke up, I said, "Do you
want a rematch?" He said, "your on top."
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