Phxwrstlr's blog

I received a message of interest one evening. Of course I check out the profile & am flattered , but it’s from someone out of town. My polite reply is ‘it would be nice if only we were closer.’ To my surprise he was coming to town the next day. Well it was partly surprise, but part uneasiness about him calling my bluff. Oh well, he seemed like a nice guy and what’s the worst that could happen. I suffer a beatdown ? It wouldn’t be my first, nor will it be my last. We exchanged numbers & the text trash talking countdown began the next day.

With every new message I asked myself ‘what have I gotten into?’ With every message though, there was also a buildup of excitement about meeting this guy. Work couldn’t end fast enough that day. As I was finishing up at the office I received a message that he had landed & would be ready soon. I rushed home to get cleaned & geared up, we agreed to an oil match starting in undies.
Heading to his hotel room we exchanged a few more messages (don’t text and drive folks) and my anticipation started to grow, well among other things. Yeah I was still a little nervous, since in reality we had just started communicating less than 24 hours earlier, but he seemed like a nice guy. My last text was that I had parked & heading up.

He opened the door & right away I felt like he was sizing me up thinking, this will be easy. I was sizing him up & thinking uh-oh…he said he was going to take me down and this guy could deliver. After a few seconds of pleasantries, we were both ready for action. We set up the mat(tress) on the floor & stripped down. He wore the hottest pair of black ass out briefs, filling out both the back and front very well. Yeah….I was going to be toast. The oil up began and of course I had the privilege of oiling all of his exposed areas….I think I got the better end of that deal. Time for the action to begin.

We wound up fairly evenly matched. A lot of back and forth action, sliding in and out of holds. Body scissors, head scissors, grapevines, crotch to crotch…red and black hairs intertwined! We took a couple of breaks in between for water and to reapply some oil. This was turning into the hottest match that I had ever experienced. Soon we wrestled out of the briefs and somehow, it seemed like I was starting to get the upper hand in the match. We rolled around for what seemed like a long time, but hey time flies when you’re having fun. I somehow wound up getting him in several grapevines and whispering sweet nothings, ok sweet taunts in his ear. It seemed like I was starting to learn a weakness from my opponent! Rubbing our cocks, my big black uncut one leaking precum all over & his big red one while all oiled up, not only seemed to make me hot, but he was really turned on as well. Where has this guy been?

The rolling, struggling and grinding continued for a while, then something happened. I wound up getting him down in a reverse school-boy pin. Not only did I have his cock at my disposal, but also his furry red hole, perfect for fingering and the bottle of oil right there! I decided to do some finger play and edging him at the same time. This maneuver really seemed to have my worthy opponent wearing down. I remember hearing ‘just finish me off’, but the voice seemed to get weaker, the more I would edge him and then hold back. Could it be that I would come off the winner of this match? Well after a half hour of being held down & edged, the pressure proved too much & he exploded all over the place! Wow!!! What a finish!!! And I won!!!

Neither of us could believe what just happened. In looking at the time, it had been 2 hours since we started wrestling. I really didn’t expect it to last as long as it did.

After we each took a quick shower, he offered to walk me down to my car. A really nice guy. He gave me a bro-hug goodbye and I was off.

Before I got home he sent a text, saying how he couldn’t believe I won that match & a rematch would be different his next trip into town. I agreed that a rematch would be in order, but it would end up the same way. I wasn’t so sure, since secretly I was thinking it was a fluke, but there was no way I would let him know that.