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THE OUTRAGEOUS RINGSIDE WRESTLING BOUT
JED vs CARLOS
By
Wrestler4U
I stand in the dressing room, and the strong masculine
scent of sweat and adrenaline is heavy in the air. The buzz of the crowd and
the sound of the early wrestling bouts going on outside seep through the walls,
a constant reminder of what's to come. Iain, one of my best friends in this
wrestling promotion, is standing in front of me. His eyes were blazing with
excitement. He’s on the bill tonight as well and is already wearing his usual
1” at the sides, bulge-enhancing crimson red wrestling trunks, and matching red
boots. His bout, a tag bout with his tag partner and another close friend Ken,
who is yet to arrive, is coming up after mine. We are a triangle of supportive
lovers, lovers of men, gay sex, and ruthlessly aggressive pro wrestling. We
always protect each other’s backs.
He excites me and arouses me,
kissing my lips and neck aggressively and passionately, slapping my face, and firmly
pushing his forehead against mine. He is getting me energised and aroused with
violent (and horny) wrestling-talk for the bout. We both know this fight is going
to be violent and brutal. "You like that?" I ask, my voice hungry
as I grip my bulge, giving it a slight squeeze. "You like seeing me
like this, all pumped up and ready to fuck someone up?"
