Wrestling Ryan. Part two
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From Ryan one. "Are you into WWE and all of that?' 'No' I said. 'I do like wrestling in older pro wrestling styles though, especially BritPro. I've done submission wrestling, but am trying to phase that out.' I could see the wheels turning as he tried to process this unexpected revelation. 'Look' I said. 'If you want to come by my house some time, I can show you some basic wrestling moves. It's about the best exercise there is.' Well, I hoped I hadn't gone too far too fast. The idea of getting hot young Ryan nearly naked, with me the same, and in total body contact, had me about panting.
He studied me again. 'OK' he said. 'You're on. I really meant it about learning to enjoy new experiences. Would tomorrow afternoon work?' Would it ever! I gave him my cell number and my address. He said he'd come by about 2 for his "lesson". We gave each other a bear hug as we left.
Well, now I'm writing this all down finally. Wow. Can't wait until tomorrow! Hugs to all, I."
2 PM had never taken so long to get here. I exercised and walked the dogs in the morning. I showered and trimmed my beard and my hair. I didn't put on any deodorant in case man sweat and smell would be an aphrodisiac for Ryan. I picked up and then rejected all of the Speedos I owned (and I own a lot of trunks, one of my fetishes!). I finally decided on a slightly too small pair of bright red ones. I decided also to pick a pair out for Matt, figuring he wouldn't have any of his own. Eventually I picked out a pair of green Speedos that were not too different in color from his emerald green dress shirt he wore last night. I picked out towels for each of us, too, that matched in darker shades of the same color, and even found short jackets to wear, too in green and red. I then went downstairs to the basement where I set up a wrestling room. I had both real wrestling mats on the floor and a real (if a bit small) pro wrestling ring. I studied them both and decided I'd let Ryan pick out which he wanted to start in. I left his Speedos in the changing room I had set up with six lockers (in case of tag team matches). I went back upstairs to my bedroom. I put on the red Speedos and then put on a pair of dark red sports shorts and a sleeveless dark red tee so that I could show off my biceps.
Finally the doorbell rang. I tried to take my time going downstairs to answer the door. I didn't want to appear too eager (even though I was!). I opened the door to reveal a smiling and handsome as ever Ryan. Interestingly enough, he was dressed pretty similar to me, figuring, I guess, that this was the time for informality, if he and I were going to wrestle. It was all I could do not to wolf whistle at him. He was again dressed in green. But his shorts and sleeveless tee revealed his muscular legs and very nice arms and biceps. Yum. He looked good enough to eat (and you know what I mean! grin). I was gratified to see that he was giving my body a similar inspection.
I took him into the kitchen and we sat and drank a glass of water (I like Vittel from France) while we chatted a bit. After talking a bit about how good last night's meal had been (once again) and what he had been doing today (errands and shopping) we finally turned to wrestling.
Ryan gave me a look that was hard to describe. "Hey I, I watched some BritPro matches this morning. I think I can see why you would prefer them to current pro wrestling. It seemed to me like there were a lot more holds and throws in that style and much less punching and fighting like you see in the WWE." Bless you, boy, I thought, for being so analytical and intelligent. I said out loud, "You're absolutely right, Ryan. I think it takes a lot more skill to wrestle in that style. I also like the fact that it is more gentlemanly. No hitting the other guy when he's down. In fact you have to let him get up before you go back after him." Ryan smiled at my use of "gentlemanly". Then he sobered a bit. "I also noticed that there are a lot of older and younger matches in BritPro. And that the older guy usually wins." I nodded my head in agreement and cocked my head at him in unspoken question. He just nodded back at me. I broke the silence and said, "Let me show you my set up in the basement and you can decide what we will do."
I led him downstairs and showed him my wrestling room. "Wow", he said, looking around the room in amazement, "You take this seriously, don't you?" I answered, "Yes, this is my thing." I had started to say "fetish" but thought better of it. Grin. "So would you prefer ring or mats and what style?" "Ring definitely, and I want to learn BritPro." Well, that ticked off the last box on my fantasy list!
I showed Ryan where the locker room was and his gear. He opened his eyes quite wide when he saw the gear neatly stacked in matching greens. He picked up the Speedo brief trunks and I wondered if he was thinking how small they would be on him. He did admire the glossy gleaming jacket, though, that would come down to his waist only. He noted that there were no boots. I said, "I didn't know your boot size. We'll go barefoot today. But if you want boots next time I can get some for you." "No", Ryan said, "I think I'd better buy them myself. I"m sort of hard to fit." Boy, I thought, you said the right thing once again. There will be a next time before there's even a first time! Yes! I gave an imaginary fist pump into the air then!
I left Ryan to get undressed and dressed and said I'd meet him in the ring. I quickly stripped down to my red Speedos..I made sure I was "tucked in" appropriately and that my slightly plumped cock didn't make too much of a bulge. Despite my efforts there was a bulge that was visible quite clearly. I then slipped on my jacket and zipped it up ¾ to show off some of my chest. On my way downstairs to join Ryan in the ring I flicked a switch and a march started to blare out of hidden ceiling speakers. And I did march downstairs and once again I could tell I had surprised Ryan. The music soon ended and I climbed into the ring with an amused Ryan.
I then changed into a slightly smarmy British announcer's voice and began to announce the match. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this will be a one fall match with a ten minute time limit. Today we introduce to the professional wrestling world, standing in at 6 feet and three inches, weighing in at two hundred and... (I paused briefly and glanced at Ryan. He mouthed back "ten") ten pounds, from Derbyshire, Ryan Riley! Ryan Riley!" (I don't do "stones" for weight. Grin.) Ryan smiled at the "crowd", raised his arms high and then did a bow to the crowd in each of the four corners of the ring. I was impressed again. Ryan had watched some BritPro bouts and had paid attention. Kid Dynamite? My turn. "And ladies and gentlemen, introducing someone who needs no introduction, a man who has been champion all over the world before his return to Britain, standing in at 6 feet and one inch and weighing a trim 185 pounds, I give you Dave 'The Pounder' Ledge! Dave Ledge."
I had Ryan and me come to the center of the ring and then adopted a referee's voice as I briefly explained the rules of the match. Ryan listened intently since this was the first time he had really heard all the rules. A quick study, he nodded as he got the rules, one by one. Soon, I was done. I stepped forward to shake Ryan's hand. The two of us shook a quick, manly shake and retreated to our corners to prepare for combat.
I admired Ryan's muscular ass as he had his back to me when he shrugged off his jacket and revealed his naked torso. Very nice, I thought. The green trunks cupped his ass in all the right places and gave a hint of his crack. I waited until Ryan turned to face me to see what the front might reveal. Again, very, very, nice. A bit of a bulge was very welcomed and the brown hairy chest was extremely masculine on a young guy. I noted then that Ryan hadn't shaven that day. His slightly unshaven chin and cheeks was very "bad boy". Cool. I also noted that Ryan probably had ten pounds he didn't need. But his slightly boyish pounds made him even more attractive to me. I then doffed my jacket, letting Ryan see my smooth back and my muscular Daddy butt outlined in the small red Speedos. Hoping Ryan liked what he saw, I then turned around to let Ryan see my muscular polar bear chest and firm gut and strong legs. I was pretty sure Ryan gave a nod of appreciation. But then I rang an imaginary bell and the bout was on!
Both of us circled each other several times, trying to find an opening. I quickly realized that Ryan had the advantage on me in size and youth. However, Ryan hadn't wrestled pro before and I would make him very aware of that. We finally locked up in the referee's hold in the middle of the ring. Time to surprise, Ryan, I thought. I suddenly backed off a bit and then redoubled my efforts and threw Ryan to the canvas, flat on his ass. Caught unaware Ryan landed hard. I backed off to let Ryan get up. Ryan jumped up immediately and we locked up again. I then did the same move to make Ryan topple to the canvas. I merely smiled at the flustered young stud. After circling again, each of us eyeing our very masculine opponent, this time I asked for a classic test of strength instead of locking up. I raised one hand and then a second one. Ryan caught on quickly. He did the same and both of us grabbed each others' hands and started the test of strength. I soon raised Ryan's hands up high and slammed my hairy barrel chest against Ryan's. Super hot, I thought. And this kid was strong! I might have met my match in the tall, young, hairy chested, Ryan. I started to lose the test. Ryan was forcing me to the mat and winning the test of strength! I had to use my knowledge of leverage and redouble my efforts to get back to my feet and come to a stalemate. But then I stunned my young foe by letting go of Ryan, pushing him back, jumping up into the air and kicking Ryan down to the canvas once again. This time Ryan was slower getting to his feet. He obviously had started to realize that he was in over his head. He circled me much more cautiously this time. When we did lock up, I used my experience to slide Ryan into a side headlock so that Ryan's pretty face was crushed against my big hairy white-haired chest. I looked down and loved the sight. However, in admiring the hot scene, I lost a bit of focus. Ryan surprised me by pushing up against my muscular forearm and continuing his motion started to force me to release the hold. Yeah, this kid was very strong and learning fast. However, I wasn't going to let Ryan go yet. I squeezed Ryan's face and forced him back into the hold. This time I rubbed Ryan's face into my nipples for emphasis. Well, that got Ryan's dander up. He used his nearly forgotten strong legs and his very low position to use torque to raise me high into the air. I allowed this and allowed Ryan to drop me to the canvas but then used his own forward momentum to keep the hold on Ryan and put Ryan on his back.
Well, Ryan hadn't planned on this. He squirmed in the renewed hold, trying to pull his head out of my hold. Eventually he remembered something he had seen in the matches he had watched. He moved his body for maximum torque and then rolled me over onto my shoulders for a pin, still while in the hold! I punched for the first time. I gave a quick bunch to Ryan's unprotected abs. Ryan rolled back onto his back with the unexpected punch. Unsatisfied with the headlock, I let it go and then tackled Ryan after Ryan had rolled onto his stomach and took Ryan's face in my strong arms to do a modified camel clutch. I could just imagine the cameras panning in to show the pain on Ryan's face and his gorgeous face and chest in my clutches. And while I enjoyed planting my crotch on Ryan's lovely ass, this wasn't going to win the match. Ryan wouldn't give in, I figured, unless there were very severe pain, and this hold wasn't going to do it. It was more theatrical than painful, existing to show off our hot bodies.
OK, I thought. Time to let Ryan back into the match and sell the match for the crowd. I had set a timer for 15 minutes (yeah, I had lied about ten minutes, so sue me). So, I knew how much time I had to win the match but wanted to let the win be unexpected and give Ryan confidence for another match. I was already really amazed by how well Ryan was doing in something he had never done before. The boy could be a real pro, I realized. He had it all. Size, looks, personality, and muscles. I realized then, that I was very, very, interested in Ryan beyond being friends. I suddenly had to shake myself mentally. Not now, I thought, not now. You're wrestling this guy now, don't forget!
This time I let Ryan put me in a side headlock in Ryan's luscious hairy chest. I couldn't resist and gave Ryan's erect right pink nipple a quick kiss/bite when I had the chance. To Ryan's credit, he didn't loosen the hold although he did give a quick gasp of surprise. I said quite clearly then, "This wouldn't make the show!". Ryan couldn't help but chuckle before he renewed the hold. I let Ryan put his legs behind mine and tackle me to the mat. I could tell Ryan was really enjoying being dominant after being so dominated early in the match. I was on my back now and had to bridge up and push Ryan to his shoulders from time to time to avoid being pinned. Ryan would even call out 1, 2,.. to remind me to bridge out of this hold that I was enjoying way too much. Well, enough of a good thing, I thought. The next time when I got Ryan on his shoulders I completed the move by using my flexibility to put Ryan on his stomach with me on top. I loved seeing my crotch on Ryan's ass again and thought quite dirty thoughts. However, instead of pondering those too "hard", I grabbed Ryan's right arm and put him in a half Nelson with me riding Ryan's ass. I managed not to get hard. I was still in a fight after all. But it was tempting. Damn, Ryan was really hot. But who knew how the boy would respond to something more than wrestling?
I then decided to check out Ryan even more. I deliberately released the hold. I came to my feet. I let Ryan come to his feet. I then said, "All right Ryan Riley. You know you won't win tonight in your first match, with your lack of experience against a former champion. But you can try for a draw." I looked at the near naked Ryan. "I think you have what it takes to be a champion. Are you willing to be trained?" I saw Ryan's confusion as he realized I was still play-acting my role but was also asking something real. To the boy's credit he quickly understood both roles. "Dave Ledge, after I beat you I will learn what little you have to offer", Ryan said. I smiled. Perfect answer. "Then come at me, boy", I said.
I really enjoyed the next few minutes. Ryan was really strong and I had to use my experience to forego a pin or a submission. However, I let Ryan build up his confidence, while tiring himself out, while I just used the easiest of defenses to be sure Ryan thought he was winning while I made sure he was not. 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.