Rip And Strip

It was 1978, I was 19 years old, living in NYC attending NYU in my sophmore year. Had come to New York to learn about political science, as well as life and a certain lifestyle. Anything gay was hard to come by in Indiana, and even harder to find anything gay AND leather oriented.

I had spent the summer between semesters in New York, and during that time I had discovered the Sheriday Square Gym, a pretty cruisy health club that attracted real men, not lispy twinks or jaded queens. I was recommended there by a guy I met at the Eagle, and after my first visit as a guest, I was hooked, and joined right on the spot. I probably was the youngest person in the gym by 20 years, but it didn't bother me. I tried not to carry an attitude about myself and wasn't wrapped up in "image." Also, I think that because I was 6', 185 lbs, with a furry body, crew-cut and beard helped me out some. The other guys at the gym were wary of me at first, but eventually we got to know each other and become friends.

There was one guy at the gym I always kept my eyes open for. A hot, woofy daddy bear who I knew as Tom. He was 55, stood 5'8", was about 200 lbs, furry all over with a tight, firm ass and an impressive basket. He shaved his head smooth, and his neat white goatee gave him even more maturity and masculinity. He worked out in black tank top and shorts, because he said it helped him sweat out the fat. I hoped that he wouldn't lose his belly and bubble butt, and he didn't, but Tom was always staying in shape by working himself into a sweat. Even though he would grunt and pant and become as drenched as a wet kitten, he never seemed to tire and always wanted more.

He and I got along well. He was a former hippie who had gone corporate, but still held to his roots. I knew he still smoked from time to time and liked to cut loose. He jokingly referred to me as "Rebel Boy" because of my political views, and said, "Joey, you would have been hell in the sixties." Sometimes we'd spot each other, and he'd give me a friendly smack on the ass when I had tried my best, or needed to try harder to keep up with him. Aside from paling around at the gym and flirting, we didn't really go any further. At least, not at first.

After about a month and a half on the weights, I was starting to get bored. Before we hit the bench one day, I asked Tom in the locker room if there was anything else one does to stay in shape.

"Well," he said, "there are several things you can do to build muscle and upper body strength. I like going kayaking, taking karate courses, and boxing."

"Oh man, I dont know Tom," I said, laying flat on the bench, looking up at him, "for all those things you need equiptment and the time to learn a skill. I just wanted something a bit more intresting to do." He looked down and started to smile, just a bit.

"Well, I know an activity that might intrest you, Rebel Boy." He pulled me up by my arm, clasped my shoulders, looked into my eyes and said, "Wrestling!"

"Wrestling? But I'm not wrestler, Tom!"

"Hey, it dont matter, you whiny brat-boy," he smiled as he slapped my ass.

"Skill is something you pick up along the way. It's basically instinct anyway, you do what you gotta do to take the other guy down." I wasn't sure.

"You have a weight advantage."

"And you have a height advantage, boy! Plus you're younger and probably faster then me."

He put his hands around my waist and pulled me in close, with both hands squeezing my butt cheeks as our cocks nuzzled.

"And don't tell me that the idea of the two of us wrassling and mixing it up doesn't appeal to you, Rebel Boy." He smiled a real sweet smile that made his goatee turn up and his eyes sparkle.

"Oh all right, why not," I said with a grin. He gave me a peck on the cheek and led me upstairs.

Upstairs was the room with mats, used for pushups, situps, and arobics on certain days. It was still early in the day, so when Tom and I got up there we were alone. I was grateful, because should he pin me I didn't want to look foolish in front of an audience. I turned and said to Tom, "I guess we're gonna wrestle without shoes." He looked at me and chuckled.

"Boy, I don't know how you wrassle, but I take off more then my shoes." Stepping out of his sneakers, Tom reached and pulled his tanktop over his head, exposing his furry chest and back. Tossing his shirt next to his shoes and socks, he dropped his shorts and kicked them gently over to his pile of clothes. He was now only wearing a black jockstrap, and I had to admit he looked fucking hot in it. A developed chest covered in fur, going down to a bit of a belly, nice developed thighs and calves, a hairy, manly ass that looked solid, and a newly lively basket. He saw me checking him out and pretending to snarl and snapped into a grappling stance. I laughed and blushed. He said matter-of-factly, "Don't chuckle at me, boy, if I wrestle like this, then so do you. Fair's fair, now strip." He smiled, crossed his arms, and waited for me.

When you get to know Tom, you get to know that arguing with him is pointless. Besides, I figured a silver lining to the whole affair would be some skin on skin action. I removed my shoes and socks, took off my tee-shirt, and undid my shorts to reveal my own jockstrap, and old white one. I held my hands and looked to Tom to see what he thought.

His smile widened, I heard the soft slap of his feet on the mat as he walked over and said sweetly, "Now there's my boy. You made Daddy happy." Hands around my waist, he pulled me in for a kiss. I opened my mouth, and his tounge slipped in, his hot, wet daddy mouth tasted good, and his beard on my face, rubbing against mine was delightful!

"All right, Rebel Boy," he said, breaking the kiss, "let's get started." Giving me one of his increasingly-harder love taps, we walked to opposite ends of the 10 X 10 mat. We both crouched down and squared off. Tom raised his hand and grinned one last time, then his face went serious and his hand came down swiftly, signaling our bout had begun. We circled for a bit, eyeing eachother up. I decided to test the water and see how much Tom could take.

I took a low charge at him with the intent of ramming my shouler into his and knocking him off balance. I lunged, he sidestepped me and hooked his arm behind my shoulder and wrapped me in a headlock. As I struggled to break out of his grip, I felt my knees being kicked out behind me and I was brought facedown to the floor. Tom was on top of my back and was pulling my head back. I realized I was a goner, and tapped out.

He released his grip on my neck, and snickered.

"Youthful arrogance, ya little shit," he said as I humbly got to my feet.

"It does them in all the time." I gave a sarcastic look of agreement.

"OK Joey boy, you try this again. Try and hurt me baby," he jeered playfully.

"One of us is going DOWN." HE resumed his grappling stance, raised his hand, then dropped it. Round two had just begun.

I worked slowly, deliberately, waiting for an opportune moment to strike. Tom remained guarded, eyeing me up, anticipating my moves. To my surprise, he came closer and took a swing with his right. It was a long, wide swing, but before I could think how bad his right arm was, his left got me. A punch in the gut that was not entirely painful, but enough to knock the wind and balance out of me. Seizing upon my distress, Tom snaked around me and started to apply a sleeper hold. I tried to hit back, but he was out of my grasp.

Suddenly, Tom shifted his weight and I felt myself being pushed to the floor again. I went limp for the fall, but was unprepared when he let go and just let me smack the mat. Before I could get up, his knee was in the small of my back and he had a solid grip on my right ankle.

"Now it's time for my FAVORITE submission pin, Rebel Boy!" he growled as he twisted me around by the leg so I was now lying face-up on the mat.

Tom pulled my legs into the air and was towering over me. Oh Christ, I thought, he's going to put me in a sharpshooter! But, to my surprise, he came around and stood over my head. Pulling my legs back, he quickly but lowered his hairy butt and exposed ass crack onto my face!

"Oh yeah, Joey boy," Tom growled, "It's ON!" Pushing his elbows against my knees so they would stretch back even further, Tom started taking brisk, hard swats at my ass with his huge hands!

(SMACK) "Yeah!" (SMACK) "Mmmmm." (SMACK) "C'mon Rebel Boy!" (SMACK) "Who's your Daddy?" (SMACK)

I was struggling like a stubborn horse, but my cries were muted by Tom's hairy ass and hole covering my mouth. His hot crack, the musty masculine scent was getting to me, and despite the non-ceasing spanks, I was getting turned on.

"Man, Joey boy," Thomas said smugly, smacking my ass as he spoke, "you're such a BAD boy! Your buttcheeks really do beg to be abused! I can think of a hundred and one ways I'd love to mistreat them." He stopped smacking me and concentrated on grinding his ass onto my face. At this point, my biting and spitting had become nibbling and tounging, less frantic and more sensual.

"Yeah," Tom went, still grinding, "How'd you like a flogging (SMACK) or a good dose of hot wax?! (SMACK SMACK)

Quick as a flash, Tom got up and switched around, pinning me by sitting on my chest. He reached in an pulled his hairy cock out of his jockstrap. He then re-gripped onto my hands, and holding my wrists out far, he slid up so his dick was right over my mouth. Looking straight ahead, with a smile, he said, "This is where you belong, Rebel Boy, I'm going to keep you here until you learn to behave."

Hot damn, if that didn't push me over the edge! I started sucking Tom's cock as if my life depended, which probably wasn't far from the truth. He started panting, and I was tasting precum.

"Oh yeah, punk ass brat, you wanted Daddy seed? Well....you GOT IT...ohhhhhhhh....." Hot cum cam cascading out of Daddy Tom's cock and down my throat. The taste of his sweaty cum was divine, and i kept on slurping and sucking till his well ran dry. I was deeply content.

Tom let go of my arms, slid down and laid next to me, pulled me in for an embrace and a kiss.

"Who's your Daddy, boy,"he said with a smile.

"It can only be you, Daddy Tom," I said with as big a smile.

"You pinned me real good, but I want a rematch sooner then soon." He looked down and smiled wider.

"You're on Rebel Boy. But to the victor go the spoils. Our next match is on MY turf, by MY rules and MY stakes. You got a problem with that," he mock sneered. I put on my cockiest attitude and replied, "Not at all Daddy Bear, you may be scary looking, but you dont scare me! Not yet anyway."

We laughed, rolled ourselves up and walked back to the showers together, with me under his wing. I had no idea what our next wrestling match would have in store for me!

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written by pghcubby