Wrestling is one of the most exhausting sports there is. When you are fighting off getting pinned by an opponent, who is most likely just as strong or stronger than you, every ounce of your energy is often expended to ward off disaster. I have nearly passed out from the exertion required to win. It is exhilarating.

And for me there is that extra something that a lot of other guys just don't experience. When I am embracing another sweating, muscular, straining male, my cock is rock-hard beneath my tight jock and cup. Rock hard and drooling. Nothing excites me so much as the physical struggle against another guy, our limbs entwined, our breath in each other's faces, our hands all over each other's bodies. More than once in the heat of a contest I have imagined my foe was my lover and we were battling to see who would get pinned-and then who would get fucked.

One day my fantasy unexpectedly came to fruition. I was a senior in college, and it was my fourth year on the wrestling team. We were not the best in our league, although I won more than my share of matches. The opposing team that night was arrogant and assured. They were ranked number one. The first matches all went their way. I observed from the sidelines, checking out the asses of the wrestlers, noticing how hard and round they were beneath their tight uniforms. My cock was hard before I even began my own match.

My opponent was a dream come true. A teammate told me his name was Dean. I surveyed him from the sidelines just before we were to hit the mat. He was a tad taller than me, over six feet. His arms were longer, too. But I was more muscular, outweighing him by only just enough to prevent me from being placed in a different weight class. He was cocky, he was younger as he was only a sophomore, but he had won nearly all his matches. He was blond and cute, with sharp blue eyes that zeroed in on me like a diving hawk.

And when he turned around to talk to someone, I got a good look at his butt. It was something else. High, round, taut. Oooh, yeah. I had never wanted to win so much as I did that night.

He smirked at me when we met on the mat and his teammates cheered him on, as did mine. We grappled, and he nearly pinned me in the first 10 seconds. His head towards my feet, his arms wraped around my waist, I could feel his crotch on my chin, I pulled my head up to keep my shoulders from the mat, I could smell his ass sweat. My mouth went to where I thought his hole was, and I exhaled hard, my hot breath right on his hole. I knew I had hit it, he shuddered.

He was smart, and had good moves, but I rallied and we struggled valiantly over the next few minutes. I had him on his belly with my cock pressed into his ass, both of us grunting with the exertion. I shoved my hard meat into his crack, as if I was fucking him right then and there. It was enough for him to throw me off and turn the tables on me. He had me on my back, his body crushing me. His face was close to mine. "You're going down!" he hissed.

"You're getting fucked! You thought my breath was hot on your hole? Wait till you feel the heat of my dick up your asshole." I hissed back with a fierce grin, staring directly into his eyes. He blinked, which was all the opening I required.

He was on his back and I was kneeling on his shoulders. The count went down while he stared up into my eyes with a helpless, stunned expression. He and I both knew right then and there that getting fucked was exactly what he secretly craved.

The cheers of my teammates and the audience rang in my ears, but my eyes were only for him. I grinned as I helped him up, and amazingly, he smiled back. His hand grasped mine and held it for a moment longer than necessary. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "In the change room later."

There was a flicker in his eyes and a barely discernible nod. He was taking the bait. I could think of nothing else for the remainder of the night. I showered slowly, allowing the rest of the team and the coach to slip away one by one. Would he show?

"Hi, Brad." The voice startled me, the shower spray cascading around my shoulders muffling the sound of his entrance.

"Hey, Dean. You came. No one around?" I turned and faced him, naked, my hand down at my crotch massaging my cock, which was half-hard. I had been imagining his arrival, and the feel of his taut butt I remembered from when I had been wrestling with him earlier in the night.

"Not a soul. Can I join you in a shower?"

"Shut the door. There's a stool you can put under the door knob," I said as calmly as I could. I was shaking inside, more nervous than when I was about to start a match. He was very good looking, and I wanted to fuck him more than anything I had ever wanted before.

He grinned and followed my instructions. There could be no mistaking my intentions, at least. He stripped rapidly while I watched, still playing with my cock. It was hard as iron by the time he moved into the shower beside me. He must have already showered; it had been over an hour since the end of the meet. But he lathered up, anyway, pretending not to notice my hard-on for the first few minutes. That is, until I moved around behind him and shoved it against his soaped-up, tight butt.

"Do you want this?" I growled in his ear, my arms wrapping around his body and pinning his down at his sides. I rubbed my stiff meat right up into his soapy ass crack.

"What makes you think so?" He laughed and struggled against my grip, the soap all over his body, creating a sensual lubricant that only increased the stiffness of my cock banging against his tight butthole. I had shoved it into the crack and right against the clenched orifice, wasting no time now that I had Dean alone.

His squirming was turning me on, but I lost my focus because of it and he broke my grip on his chest. He turned so quickly that he caught me unaware. With the showers spraying around us, he upended me with one hand on my crotch and one on my shoulder. I suddenly found myself on the tiled floor, with him on top of me. He was laughing, but he wasn't fooling around as he knelt on top of me and managed to twist my thigh up against my chest and pin me to the floor.

He was heavy and powerful, and I was breathless from the sudden drop to the floor. His blue eyes bored into mine, the hawk again focusing on his prey. Yet both of us knew what we really wanted. The soap and water created such a slippery surface between us, I had no trouble squirming out of his pin and pulling him down on the floor beside me. We rolled on the tiled floor, enmeshed in grappling arms and thighs. I felt his cock against my stomach, as stiff as my own. That incensed me. We rolled over and over, grunting and gasping, our eyes locked. But I ended up on top, with his thighs pinned against his chest and my throbbing boner pressing into his parted ass crack.

"There we go, exactly what you wanted from the time you first saw me. My cock in your crack!" I grunted in his face, staring down at him.

"Fuck me then, if you've got the balls for it!" he hissed back, his eyes blazing.

My rod was poised at the puckered entrance to his Fuck-hole. I felt the spongy rim pulsing, convulsing in little spasms around my pressing cockhead. I wanted to just ram it in there. But I thought better of it. First I wanted to feel that hole, to get it primed and slick and ready. And I wanted more as well. I didn't want to fuck him with that defiant glare in his eyes. I wanted him hungry for it. I wanted him to beg me for it.

I grinned evilly as I let go of him with one hand and reached for the bar of soap, which had landed on the tiles near the drain beside us. Still pinning him with my body weight, I reached down between his thighs and shoved the bar into his wide open crack. While he stared up at me with that smoldering look of challenge, I rubbed the soap back and forth along his crack, teasing the hole and sensitive perineum. I soaped his balls and his cock too, which had him twitching, even though his eyes remained on mine and his mouth set in a tight grimace. Then I used my fingers on him.

While he gritted his teeth beneath me, I dug a finger into his soapy butthole. I rubbed the crinkled opening first with the end of my finger, then I began to tease the center of it. He gasped as I zeroed in on that tight aperture and began to insert my finger. The snug rim parted and the tight anal walls beyond spasmed around my invading digit. I sunk it deeper, staring down into his eyes. He glared up at me, his entire body tensed beneath mine. Was he going to buck me off? Was he going to struggle at all? No way. Instead he suddenly collapsed. My finger sunk all the way into his guts, and he moaned at the same time, his muscles going limp beneath me.

His mouth opened up and his tongue came out. He was trembling as I used the soapy suds to shove an additional finger beside the first, stretching apart his snug butt rim. He groaned at that and his eyes closed momentarily.

"You like that? You like my fingers up your ass? You want my cock up there next?" I whispered close to his face.

He opened his eyes and squirmed suddenly beneath me. But it was not in an effort to escape. His ass wiggled, shoving upwards to writhe around the two fingers I had buried to the hilt up his soapy butthole. The blue orbs of his eyes were clear and innocent. He capitulated.

"Yes! Fuck me--I want you to shove your cock up my hole!" he whispered back throatily.

I grinned down at him, twisting my fingers deep, watching his eyes again as he inhaled sharply and his butthole convulsed around my working digits. I shoved them in and out with a couple of rapid thrusts, as if to show him what he was going to get in another minute or two. "You want me to fuck you like this? Like this?" I grinned, ramming my fingers all the way in.

"Yeah! Hell, yeah!" he grinned back, throwing all resistance to the wind and raising up his butt to meet my fingers' harsh impalement.

I pulled them out and grabbed the bar of soap to add some more lather to his slippery butt crack. I wanted a sweet ride, and his hole was damn tight. I glanced down at my cock, it looked huge right then, purple and swollen against the pale hairlessness of his hard ass. It was covered in soap as well. It pulsed, eager as a striking snake to attack.

"Here goes, open up and let me in!" I growled. I lunged at the same moment, jamming my fat cockhead between his quivering ass lips, stretching them open and driving past. He was limp in my arms, moaning, as my cock plunged into his asshole. I buried it to the balls.

Unbelievable! I had shoved the entire nine inches up his butt in one deep plunge. His butthole massaged my cock like a heated glove, pulsing and throbbing around the entire length of it. I shivered from head to toe and began to fuck him. I pulled halfway out and drove right back in. He grunted and shut his eyes, but took it. I repeated that and then pounded his ass with lunge after lunge.

We squirmed around on the soapy tiles, the showers still spraying around us. He grunted like a stuck pig while I pounded his ass relentlessly. His hole opened up enough to give me room to twist my cock around, which had him gasping and licking his lips.

"Fuck me like we're in a match! On my hands and knees!" he managed to grunt out between gasps for breath. He was grinning up at me, totally into it by that time.

I thought that was a hot idea. I pulled my soapy cock out of his tight butt glove and rolled him over. He got up on his hands and knees and spread his thighs, craning his head around to stare back at me with a smirk. "Go ahead, pretend we're on the mat."

"Get in there behind me," he challenged me.

I scooted between his thighs and planted my cock between his soapy ass cheeks. I added some more soap, teasing his hole with a few three-finger drills before I fed him my cock one more time. He dropped his head and muttered for me to fuck him good as my cock slid deep inside his twitching hole.

I got up over him, my arms around his chest, and drilled his ass. Like a fucking animal, I lunged and twisted and forced my meat all the way up his squishy butthole. He loved it, wiggling that sweet ass around and begging for more of the same.

He had given me ideas though. I wasn't content to just fuck him, I had to go all the way and pretend we were really in a match. So I pinned him, dropping him to his belly with my arms around his neck and fucked him prone, my whole body on top of his, my cock deep, my chest pressed against his muscular back.

"Yeah--pin me! Fuck me!" he enthused, squirming beneath me.

We altered positions, his body putty in my hands. I had him on his side, his thigh up against his chest, my cock sliding into his hole from behind. I had him on the other side, then once more on his back with his legs in the air. I got him up on his feet and shoved him against the wall, my body pressing his to the tiles as I rammed his willing hole from the back. I bent him over and spread his legs and pounded his butt.

Finally I lay back on the floor and had him sit on my cock. I made him fuck himself. "Whack your meat and fuck your ass with my cock until you shoot!" I challenged him. He was enthusiastic as he rode my bone, humping up and down and jerking his cock with a sudsy fist. The friction of his tight asshole by that time had me in a frenzy. I was shaking allover as my balls roiled and my belly tightened and I finally exploded up his squirming asshole.

"I'm filling your sweet ass with my cum!" I told him.

He was laughing as he pulled on his pud and slammed his butt over my hips. He let fly, a rocketing stream of jizz spraying my chest and chin. We were both near hysterical with laughter by then, collapsing in a tangle of limbs beneath the shower spray.

When we managed to get up, we both admitted we were exhausted. The match had been difficult enough, but the after match fuck had been the killer. We could barely stand beneath the shower and finish cleaning up.

"My place or yours? I got a car, it's only an hour drive to my place." He was grinning as we dressed. Was I up for another match? Absolutely!