I’d wrestled Carl over 10 times but never found my head in this position before. We were grappling on the mat and next thing I knew his thick thighs were wrapped around my head with my nose deeply buried in his nut sack. At first I panicked, not knowing what happened and having trouble catching my breath. The air was getting hot as I breathed against his shorts, but the scent was intoxicating.
Over my lifetime I’ve had several lovers and they all smelled differently. Never had I found my nose being smashed into some guys balls like this. At first I struggled to breath and found myself trying to get out of his hold. It took just a second, but then I realized what was happening and I was able to just relax.
His scent was musky, sweet, clean. There was the smell of salt. My face could tell that his jock was soaked in sweat. It was his sweat that made the scent all that more delicious.
If we had been in bed, I’d have known what to do, but this was sudden and even though Carl said he was bisexual I thought he had a girlfriend these days. He’d certainly not come onto me other than to have a wrestling buddy. He certainly was a good one.
I could feel the bulge in my shorts as I continued to relax a bit and take in his man scent. I could feel my pupils dilating. I could feel my lust rising. It was one of those moments when you just stop thinking and act, hoping that the guy will be just as excited... just as horny... just as willing to whip out his cock and jam it down my throat.
I tongued his shorts and he began to give me a bit of breathing room. His jock seemed a bit fuller and he rubbed his nuts firmly over my nose and mouth. Even through his shorts I could taste his salty sweat. His balls seemed hotter and with the rising heat came the delirious scent that was Carl.
I’d been stuck under his pits before. Even there he had that delicious man-scent that gives me a hard on. Although not a bad wrestler, there were times that I’d get myself into a bad position just so that my head would be buried under his pit. Once I got there it was hard to get out and sometimes I didn’t want him to let go.
He and I would shower at the gym and I’d eye him over. He’d usually have a semi-hardon but would talk about the pussy he was getting, and how he liked this over playing with a cock the past few months. Sometimes though he’d glance at my cock in a way that was not just idle curiousity. For whatever reason though, he just wasn’t ready to fuck around with me and I was having fun enough wrestling that I didn’t push the issue. I was busy dating another guy anyway and that guy was hornier than hell. My boyfriend and I drained each other so many times it’s amazing that I had any energy to meet Carl on Thursday nights to wrestle.
I layed there on the mat and Carl rolled onto his back releasing his crushing thigh grip on my face. I noticed a feel of some friction burns on my cheeks from the hair on his thighs. It was odd, but I had never noticed how hairy his legs were. I guess we were so busy flipping each other around on the mat that I hadn’t had enough quiet moments to notice.
Carl was a husky 40. Muscular but also with some midlife spread. He kept a short crewcut but let his beard get a bit bushy. Though mostly black there were those early flecks of gray, and those wrinkles around the eyes that showed his age. Even at his age he could keep up with 20 year old wrestlers.
He was definitely a man of experience in life, wrestling and sex. The first time I saw him he was riding his Harley to work at the shop next door. I was new to town with a new job. The popular lunch spot was a bar with tables outside and most of the local workers would sit there eating lunch and people watching. He was a reader though and it took a lot for him to look up at someone, but when he did you could instantly see their sexual response. He’d chuckle. He loved how people responded to his sexuality. After a few weeks and a few crowded lunch hours, I found him at the only table with a chair left and sat down. He looked up from his book with those brown eyes and I felt my cock tingle. I could hear him chuckle. He knew exactly what he was doing. I swear that he was sucking off a thick french fry just to make me squirm. I was trying to act cool, eating my lunch, but the entire time I was soaking in sweat.
In fact, I think it’s the sweat marks on my shirt that got his attention. “You a wrestler?” he said. “You got the body of one.”
I’m not even sure how I answered him. I had wrestled in college. Mainly I wanted to grapple with some husky guys, but still keep my straight image. Thank goodness those days are over.
“I go to the gym on Thursdays and my wrestling partner just moved outa town. Wanna join me?” he said.
I do remember saying “sure” with sweaty pits, a tremor in my voice and a bulge in my pants.
“OK. We’re set then. Here’s the address. This is my name. And by the way, I may be bisexual but right now I’m fucking girls and have taken some time off messing with boyfriends.” He looked me straight in the eyes with a playful grin as if he was challenging me to change his mind.
“OK,” I said, and that was that. Every Thursday night we’d meet in the gym to wrestle. He’d give me his playful grin then grapple me to the floor any chance he got. Just to tease me he’d remind me that he’d got some pussy to go to when we were done and to not get any ideas.
But this was one night where my ideas had a mind of their own. There was no thinking in this space. There was just the gutteral groans of two guys reaching the point where there was no control. There was no going back. Tonight he was going to fuck me. Tonight I was going to suck him. Tonight he was going to suck me and if I was lucky I’d get to fuck him back. With his hairy musky sweaty thighs relaxing, he spread his legs apart. I lied on my side with my crotch near his face and my face in his crotch. I rubbed on his shorts with my hand then cupped a finger under the edge of his jock. Of all the things I remember about being with Carl this night, it was the wonderful smell that he had and the heat rising off his balls.
With my finger in his jock, I began to softly play with his balls. I could feel them pull up tight then relax at times. His jock was way too tight for me to play too much without pulling his crotch hair. I peaked under the edge of his shorts and could see his wet spot on his jock. It was his precum and I longed to lick it off.
I tugged on his shorts and he quickly pulled them down to his ankles and kicked them off over his shoes. He then pulled mine off too and then slipped my hard cock out the side of my jockstrap and started licking my piss hole. I was pouring precum like crazy.
I slipped his cock out the side of his jock and found a wonderful thick uncut cock. It was thick enough to really enjoy while still being able to swallow the whole thing. He wasn’t long and he wasn’t short. He just had a beautiful manly cock and here it was in my face... on my lips... in my mouth.
His precum was sweet and somewhat salty as well. I let it string from my tongue so he could see it. He just groaned and then took my cock all the way down his throat till his nose was buried in my balls.
I’ve been told that I give good head. That night I used all the things that I had learned from guys getting me off. He loved it. He fucked my face. His cock was doable. There was no gag tonight. There was just the fucking of my throat and the taste of his precum.
I softly played with his butt fur and his ball fur. I zigzagged my tongue up and down his shaft then circled his cock head over and over and over until he couldn’t stand it and would pull my head back then shove my mouth deep on his cock.
I could hardly notice what he was doing to my own cock and ball sack, but it felt so good. I could smell our sweat. I could smell the semen scent coming from our crotches. I could feel his shaft shoving against my throat and tongue. I could hear him groan with each thrust.
His legs began to tense. His groans got louder. I knew it was coming. He grabbed my shaved head with both hands and shoved my mouth all the way to his balls. I even tried to get his balls in my mouth but there was no time. His body stiffened. He pushed my head as hard as any muscular bear could so his cock would be completely buried in my throat and then he let go. He came. His rigid body shuddered. His groan cracked and then became a bear growl. He pulsated. He jerked. He pumped my throat as his warm salty man juice shot down my tongue into my throat and leaking onto my goatee. The smell and taste was amazing. Salt, musk, sweat, sweetness and the feel of a real man.
It seemed like he came for minutes though I know he only shot down my throat a few times. There was that exhausted sigh/yell that I’ve heard a few men do, and then it was my turn to push his head onto my cock until my long thin shaft was entirely down his throat. I yelled or screamed. It’s hard to say which. He ate and ate and ate my man cum as if he’d hungered for it for ages.
My cum was over his beard and his cum over my goatee. Our cocks and balls were a mess of spit and semen. Our balls relaxed a bit and our cocks softened. I looked into his eyes and he into mine. We partially sat up and began kissing/licking our cum juices from each others face fur and lips. It was a wonderful feeling. It was a delicious taste. The cum smell was heavy between our noses.
We kissed and tongued, then lay exhausted on the mat side by side. Each of us playing with the other’s chest fur and at times softly stroking the ball-skin and watching our balls jerk up in reaction.
It’s hard to know how long we lay there. It’s hard to know how we’d picked a night where we’d be in the gym alone. It’s hard to know how we became lovers, and how Carl’s appetite for pussy faded that night.
There were many such nights... and as he sleeps next to me I write our story. There will be many more nights. I love Carl. I love my wrestler bear.