King of the mat! Last 5 minutes in our university wrestling club practice where the winner stays on the wrestling mat, challenging one after the other wrestler until he gets beaten, however 19yo Leon, 188cm of pure lean British athletic torso, glistening with masculine sweat, always triumphs over the other guys, finishing each guy off as he pleases, either toying with the beginners, or torturing the intermediates, always ending each session with a sense of self satisfaction.
As a novice to wrestling and only a month in the wrestling club, Leon is like the North Star as far as I’m concerned, I know of him, he barely notices me as he’s in the club squad, wrestles with the advance guys. Only time our wrestling paths crosses is when he uses me as a dummy during a training session to demonstrate a technique or he partners me in a technique practice in which case he always makes me know he’s much better.
At my first practice, Leon picked me to be his dummy for a demo, I was to lie on the mat supine ie face up, and he laid on top of me to demo several various moves, his entire torso pressed over me, and as he demo various techniques, he maneuvers into various positions, each time squashing me with his body weight as well as punishing me with his arms, its was pure martial torture.
The initial torture session put me off wrestling, and I vowed not to continue, however each passing day, seeing Leon around campus, seemed to fire an endeavoring fetish to return to next wrestling session, not for the sport, but for Leon’s punishment, and most importantly, to savor his clean fresh but masculine distinct aroma humming from his lean, taut athletic sweaty torso.
In subsequent practice, as if Leon read my mind, he kept targeting me as his dummy, to the point, the guys nicknamed me Leon’s dummy. I would pretend reluctance, but my desire to be physically molested by this athletic meat burns me weekly between practice. As we progress and improve in the sport, during each demo session, Leon would increase the intensity on his pet dummy, to the point now he expects me to submit before he releases his hold or submission etc. unknowing to Leon, his escalated punishment actually benefits me as now I will simply persevere whenever he has me in a particular move, position that I like. One particular such technique is the headlock, which involve my whole face stuffed right into his taut armpit bush as he locks on my head tightly. I would persevere beyond normality to the point, he always thinks I’ve fainted, but all along, I’m sniffing and tonguing his armpit! Same applies when he demos the double thigh lock, with my face crushed right into his groin ….. no way I’m submitting.
End of year, after last practice, I had rushed out to the university bicycle shed, donned my cycling helmet, on its crash camera, realise I’ve left my gym towel behind, rushed back to the gym changing room, seems deserted by now, walked gingerly due to the wet floor to the locker corridor, grabbed my towel from the bench, when I suddenly heard faint groaning gurgling sounds from behind the lockers. As I turned the corner, there was Leon leaning on the lockers stark naked with Tomas, another advance wrestler, kneeling, face stuffed into Leon’s blonde pubes, fully mouthing Leon’s meat, both in perfect rhythmic motion. Leon seems well in the clouds, eyes rolling, both arms outstretched, Jesus on the cross position, hands grabbing the locker tops tightly, causing both his entire arms to tense up taut, every muscular strands of his lower and upper arms bursting out of their skins, Leon’s chest was bulging tightly, with both his perky nipples being tightly finger grabbed by Tomasz as he’s busy mouthing between Leon’s blonde crispy bush.
I stood there shocked, amazed, my mind says I should not be there, but my legs wouldn’t budge, but my manhood insists it’s an experience I cannot miss. I brave for approximately 5 minutes until Leon starts building up his groans and groin motions, at that point, I turned tail and left.
When I got back to my room, I removed my bike helmet, placed it on my side table, unzipped my hoodie, dropped my joggers, realised front of my wrestling jocks was wet, I had shot my load at the gym! Why not? That sight was certainly well worth a good auto self cumming!
I crashed onto my bed naked, too lazy to jump into the shower but realistically, I wasn’t prepared to wash away Leon’s sweat and aroma off my face, arms and body … As I lay there mesmerising, my thoughts were interrupted by a blinking, I realised my bike’s crash camera was still blinking red, it’s been recording!
Has it filmed Leon & Tomasz???
I quickly transferred the MicroSD card to my computer, BINGO! The £49.99 I’ve paid for the high quality crash cam to capture dangerous driver’s antics have captured a clear 5 minute footage of my fresh hot British meat at his most vulnerable being mouthed milked by another one of his athletic mate, both of whom talk, act and project themselves as the heterosexual alphas of the University sporting community!
Over the next week, I creamed myself numerous times simply watching the captured video clip repeatedly, freeze stop a particular clip, to enlarge, zoom in, in order to see a particular part of Leon’s body that stirs my loins, realising all the time that the entire action was taken just after a wrestling practice, so both guys, especially my British meat had been worked well hard, sweated for over two hours, his entire torso must have been well seasoned naturally, and both his balls must have been bursting with his guy cream, maybe even leaking streaks of his fresh warm precum onto his jock front …. before he was mouthed milked and drained by Tomasz, the lucky sod.
What about the meaty Polish athlete who’s always known for his hugh dong shape in his lycra shorts, or when he’s not wearing any jocks during practice, you can definitely see the bulging shape of his dong dangling in the front of his wrestling shorts, and feel it slapping on the back of your head, or being squashed into your face during wrestling bouts ….
After a couple of weeks, though the vid clip serve it’s purpose, it lacks one natural sentiment, the distinct aroma of Leon’s fresh showered scent infused with hours of hot musculature workout guy sweat …. humming from his deep armpit bush, spread wide over my face …. Furthermore the sight of Tomasz mouthing Leon’s cock had whipped up a new fantasy; what does Leon’s manhood look and taste like? Till now, I’ve never seen his manhood at all, just it’s shape and felt it many times during wrestling. I’ve experienced both Leon’s and Tomasz’s athletic bodies crushing me many times, their groin grinding all over my head and face, suffocating until I inhale lung full of their groin’s masculine smell, infusion of fresh guy sweat with their manhood secretion leaks captured on the front of their jocks and shorts, but never seen their manhood.
I created a new Yahoo email account, created a new email for Leon, attached the video clip, with the message: “I know, I want …”, and sent my anonymous email to Leon.
Within 10 minutes, Leon replied, who are you? Where you got this from? You must not show this to anyone, please ….
That evening, I slipped out of the university computer lab at 7.45 rushed over to the old gym entrance, waited a distance away, out of sight. At 7.55 Leon pulled up in his Peugeot 205, wearing his usual grey loose jogging bottoms hugging his muscular yet trim thighs, falls loosely over his size 44 trainers, his over size navy Adidas hoodie sways with his brisk walk, squarely framed out by his broad shoulders, filled out by his chest at the front, yet hangs loosely at the waist, where his tight abs fits perfectly into his bottoms. As the wrestling team captain, he has keys to the gym when they wanted extra practice, fumbled with the lock as if in desperation, finally unlocked the glass door, disappeared into the dark gym entrance.
Leon is following my instructions. I waited few more seconds, then slipped into the dark gym, allowed my eyes to readjust, pulled up my cycling head bandanna which covers my face, turned into the changing room, walked past the first, second, and finally the third row of lockers, where at the end of the row, is a shadow, the back of a athletic torso standing spread eagle, legs apart, both arms raised, hands behind his head, standing still.
Leon’s instructions; be in that location by 8pm, stand in that stance, do not talk nor move at all until 9pm.
Within seconds, I was right behind this athletic physique, in near pitch darkness, but I know it’s Leon purely by his distinct body scent which I’ve so fetishly become addicted to. I place blindfold over his eyes, he shuddered a bit, but maintained his position. I’m still confused, stunned in a way, that his magnificent piece of British meat, is now standing right in front of me, all mine, to use, enjoy and harvest whatever I want, as I please ….I can hear his heavy breathing, chest heaving up and down, his abs in/deflating, I can faintly see shimmering from beads of sweat on his forehead, front of neck, and surely rest of his compact torso …
I laid my hands on top of his shoulders, grabbed his hugh shoulder muscles, felt their muscular taut shape …. my hands immediately started groping down and front wards, immediately feeling his bulging but squared chest, moved sideways to explore the chest ridge where it dips into each armpit, my fingers then glided inwards from his pecs until I felt the tip of Leon’s right nipple under his hoodie, then his left nipple, at that point, he uttered a surrendering groan, but still kept his position. My right finger suddenly came upon the zip tie of his hoodie, my right hand slowly pulled his zip down, as my left hand slipped under his slowly disappearing cotton hoodie, to seek out fresh natural skin, my fingers immediately felt wet sweat on his chest, accumulating in the middle of his bulging chest valley where there’s a bit of light chest fur now matted in sweat.
As the zip unhooks off at the bottom, both sides of the hoodie swayed apart, and I got a sudden gust of Leon’s body aroma whiffing past, which immediately horned up my manhood …. Leon’s entire upper body spread wide, both arms behind his head, stands glimmering covered in layer of fresh guy sweat, my hands immediately explored all over his body, gliding firmly over the muscly landscape, down his abs till the jogging bottom ties, and up the sides until my fingers delve right into each armpit, filled with his pit fur now partly sweat matted to his pit sides. I spent a few minutes picking his matted pit hairs from the pit sides, twiddling them in my fingers, whilst smelling my sweat fingers … my fingers returned to his perky nips, and started twiddling and pinching them, sending Leon into a frenzy ….
I moved from the back to Leon’s front right side, now my face is right in front of his widespread right armpit, with his nipple standing upright, perky, waiting for my mouth. I move my face right up to a centimetre from his armpit, few of his standing pit hairs brushing my face, and slowly take in deep breaths, then I move to the other pit, and take a deep inhale. Next, Ill bury my face right into his sweaty armpit, feeling his wet matted fur all over my face, I’ll start tonguing all over, lapping up his pit hairs in my mouth, nibbling them with my lips as if to pull them off, though a few did come off, ended up in my mouth. My erotic senses are going wild, horned to extreme degree, cannot believe my face is stuffed smack into Leon’s bushy pits, his authentic athlete sweat is splattered all over my face, and I’m smelling his erotic horny guy aroma, scent, and Leon is standing there helpless to resist!
My mouth then moved to his right chest and start licking all over, trying to take little bites though rather difficult as his chest is firm and taut, his nip is fair play, easier to get a nibble full, and great to tongue too. I alternate between chest/nipple to armpit, and back again whilst Leon’s erotic mourning increases. Suddenly my thigh felt a bulge, I looked down, there’s a stone hard boner bulging out from Leon’s groin under his jogging bottoms, with a wet stain at the tip end of the bulge. A guy’s precum is his most precious resource which only oozes over a short period, and in very small amount at best, that’s why precums must be harvested fresh from the knob to enjoy it’s natural unique taste and derive it’s benefits, must never be wasted.
My right hand grabbed his whole manhood, Leon jumped but recomposed himself, and back into stance, face grimacing. His cock is indeed hard as rock, thick shaft, feeling around, length must be about 8 inches, with a reasonably handful knob, moving up the thick shaft, my hand groped his cum sacs, both firm and bursting, hung high, not dangling at all, his entire package is typical athletic quality, prime and ready, as my hand explore his manhood, I can feel erratic shuddering, my left hand leave his nips, as my mouth takes over, which made Leon shiver, my lips mouthed as my tongue played with his perky nip. I pulled free his jogging bottom ties, and pulled it down, he was not wearing any undercarriage, his meat immediately spring out, his knob leaking a streak of precum, glistening purple as if just being polished, uncut flap culminating at the base. His entire cock throbbing and springing all over as my fingers stroked the full length, and dabbled the knob, wiping off the oozing precum to satisfy my mouth, the first taste was simply heavenly, it was sleek, yet sweetish to taste.
Here in the pitch darkness of a British university gym changing room, it’s wrestling captain, a fit 19yo athlete, is standing spread eagle by the lockers, passively surrendering his entire sporty physique for the use, and enjoyment by an anonymous peer ….. His body has been explored and enjoyed, now his manhood is next … As my mouth is busy nibbling his nips and armpits alternately, both my hands are working Leon’s manhood, one hand on the cock shaft, the one hand on his balls or his knob. This combined molestation kept Leon erotically aroused all over, even though he attempts to remain in situ, his body’s reactionary actions betrays him, as he passively tries to control his arousal, in doing so, his entire physical musculature tenses up, taut and firm all over, his entire body heats up, resulting in increase sweating and his distinct body aroma hums more, all these physical and olfactory senses kick start my own erotic senses.
As if my self control snapped, my mouth leaves his nipples and move down, whilst both my hands moved up from his cock to both his nips, as my mouth went immediately onto his knob and cock, started mouthing his knob, licking up all the leaking precum, tonguing the slit for more precum to escape, causing his knob to jump back into action, and starts shuddering … Leon’s mourning escalates, as his groins started gyrating in motion, all signs of a horny guy about to explode …. I immediately stopped!
This opportunity is once in a lifetime, I’ve never had such a masculine piece of guy meat offered 100% for me to use, enjoy and harvest whatever I want, before …. I have a whole hour, well, 35 minutes left, therefore I’m going to really work this piece of meat as much as I can, in order to enjoy every inch of this humming torso, whilst carefully keeping him on edge in order to harvest his repeated precum, and will only start milking him properly nearer the end, and finally drain both his balls of his precious guy cream until I’ve extracted his last drop from both balls ….
The End
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