Wrestling Devin

It was my first week in Arizona , on a student work visa. I knew no one there except Karl. He grew up near me and moved in senior school. Now he was all American, even his accent. He insisted we 'go watch Nate wrestle'.

Nate, Karl's cousin, was a fresher college wrestler, at 20 he had a scholarship and state acclaim. That night it was a charity wrestle at the college gym and Karl was a big fan.

Nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of the wrestling hall. The loud squeaks of wrestling shoes on the mat, the roaring crowd, the shouts, the stench of sweat and the crazy amount of perfect muscle everywhere. I mean everywhere, it was like the whole room, including the spectators, were all extras, in a fitness video shoot.

On the mats, before us, muscle bound lads, all must have been 20 or so, all pumped up and primed to make weight. The home team, Nates' team, may just as well have been naked. Who designed those white singlets? Every inch of each wrestlers perfect physique was amplified and highlighted. The singlets clinging to sweaty chiseled torsos, with six packs shining through and bouldered muscles bursting out of every hole. Balls hanging heavy, stretching the Lycra to breaking point and God like cocks, mostly hard and angry, ready to wrestle.

Right away Karl shouted, 'that's Nate on mat 2, go on you beast get that bitch'. Nate was squaring up to his opponent. They stood opposite one another under a bright spotlight, grabbing arms and shoulders to find a way to do a takedown.

Nate in white, his big, tight, muscular ass, wide shoulders, black hair and a perfectly sculpted body. His opponent in grey, a red haired stud. He looked like I'd imagine a rough farm lad to look, all freckled, big hands, big shoulders, crazy chest and thighs.

In a flash they were all over each other, legs, arms, asses, backs, necks wrestling for supremacy. They were covered in sweat. Strong hands grabbing thick ankles, bulging thighs interlocked, grappling, Nate riding Devin, controlling his arms from behind, flipping him over, his balls covering Devin's face as he pinned and defeated him. A cocky triumphant grin over to Karl until the ref ordered him off Devin.

Devin crestfallen in defeat, rubbing Nate's cock sweat off his face, sat there looking angry and humiliated, watching Nate flex his biceps in victory. I couldn't take my eyes off Devin. His sweat drenched grey singlet, neat muscular physique, short strawberry blonde hair, cheeky rough expression, stunning butt, shoulders, legs, ass, monsterous bulge. His singlet so wet between his thighs, everything was visible.

He walked straight over to where I sat and stood right in front of me. His team mates beside me commiserated. ' you had him Dev, just bad luck'. Dev's cock was right in front of my face, a thick monster swelling his singlet. He couldn't leave it alone either, holding it, rubbing it. He was definitely hard. It was throbbing through his singlet even when his hands were off it.

I had discovered wrestling gym meets, were sensory overload for me. Alpha central: muscle, sweat, cock, loaded fit lads. I struggled to take it all in. Every where I looked was a turn on but more than anything now this distinct odour. The smell you get when you're mate has been wanking all weekend in his bedroom. But a deep gym sweat smell too. Devin smelled like a jock ready to unload.

He saw me staring at his cock. He stared right down into my eyes. His were blue and deep and beautiful. Almost soft and kind, in contrast to his manly physique. He kept staring and wrestling with his cock, as though he got off on my worship of it.

By now I was ready to shoot my load. The slightest touch and I would cum uncontrollably in my track bottoms.

Nate turned to him. 'Hey man, good wrestle, got youre shoulders down eventually'. Devin took it well and congratulated Nate.

It then that Devin turned to me. 'so what did you think of the match?' I gulped with excitement, the wrestling God had spoken to me. I turned to Nate but he was gone. 'eh I'm not from here I'm on a student work holiday, we don't wrestle at college'. ' you liked it though, you were staring at me, you were excited, turned on by it?'

I was stunned, what was Devin saying, did he know I was sexually attracted to him?

'while you're here you should try it, there's nothing like a good grappling session'.

Nate was back. Devin briefly took his hand off his cock to shake hands with me and then with Nate and Karl. There was a beach barbeque later, organized by the home team. I couldn't wait to see Devin again.

I kept smelling my hand, his cock odour was strong. As soon as I got back to the house, it was straight to my room.

My cock exploded out of my joggers. I don't think I'd seen it that big and angry before. It felt like it wanted to burst.

The thought of Devin clutching his junk in his sweaty grey singlet was enough to send a jolt through my cock forcing it to unloaded and rush with pleasure, spewing tingling cum up above me, over my head, hitting the wall behind my bed.

I split my legs wide and felt my balls vibrate, another load charged out, making me feel drunk and dizzy. I kept replaying that image of Devin chicken winged and flipped over on the mat, Nates junk smothering him, Devin visibly hard in defeat.

A knock on the door. It was Karl. 'hey don't forget that barbecue later, Nate reckons that dude he defeated , Devin, has a hard on for you, ha ha'