It was a warm evening in early spring. I was at Virginia Beach walking the boardwalk to ease the full feeling from a big seafood dinner. Dressed in an old T and some cord shorts, sans briefs, I was enjoying the balmy, humid warmth resulting from a sunny day at the beach. I kept my eyes moving, watching for any signal that some man might send. I finally saw a guy walking my way who looked well-muscled, somewhat bulky and dressed like me.
There was a rail between the boardwalk and the sand five feet below. Leaning my foot on the rail and turning slightly toward him, I made sure my bulge was showing to its best advantage. Catching his eye while still thirty feet away, I smiled. He returned the smile and looked in the obvious places. I was still smiling when his eyes again met mine.
He stopped and leaned against the rail, resting his elbows. We made the obligatory small-talk, feeling each other out for an acceptable comfort level and being sure neither of us was an undercover cop (that can become a nightmare in a New York minute).
When he asked me what I enjoyed doing for a workout, I replied that a fun wrestling match between friends was the best exercise I could imagine. He turned immediately and grinned as he met my look. We discussed the TV wrestlers, their favorite holds and some of the gimmicks. After a brief pause, he asked me if I got the chance to do much wrestling these days. I said not as much as I liked since I traveled so much.
He asked if I was staying nearby. I nodded to my beach-front hotel near where we stood. He just smiled and waited. I asked if he'd like to go mess around and go a few falls in my room. His response was immediate and enthusiastic.
Up in the sitting area of my suite, we made quick work of moving furniture and squared off and tied up. He grabbed my T and began to pull. I let it slide off my body and went after his. Shirtless we began to wrestle each other to get rid of the shorts. He grinned when mine slid off and he saw I was going commando. I tackled him and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them and his jock off.
Naked and erect we then got down to a hard and fast-paced rough-and-tumble. We traded dominant positions throughout the match. We ended up face to crotch, giving each other's balls and cock lots of attention. Our loads shot out at nearly the same time.
After a shared shower and more groping and tongue wrestling we dressed and he went back to his apartment. The next time I was in town, I called him and found he'd just moved in with a partner. He reluctantly expressed his regret that we couldn't tangle again.
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