Monday, June 25, 2012
Chicago Part I
My trip was entirely for pleasure. It was not marred by any work or personal concerns, and I was able to take three days and wrestle guy after guy. I understand that perhaps that might be seen as slightly slut-tish by some, but I'm not here to justify, rationalize, or even promote my actions. Merely to record. After all, what's done is done. I can't go back and change the past. Besides.
I wouldn't wanna.
My first match was with M and D. M is an old friend from DC whom I have wrestled several times in the past. He is really a very close friend; someone whom I like a great deal. I was a little worried that wrestling with D might be a problem since D is M's boyfriend. You never know. D might have been the jealous type. But he wasn't. Instead he was a great guy--a load of fun-and very sexy.
D is a little older than me, but slim and with broad shoulders and a good build. He's a very tough guy to wrestle, and he submitted me in very little time. But, that did not matter, as things got erotic quite quickly. M and D joined together to make my welcome to Chicago a pleasant experience.
I also got to meet a guy whom I'd been wanting to meet for quite a while. He is from Indy and I'll call him R. R is a little guy. Shorter than me (and I'm 5'7") but with a nice build and a good attitude. Unfortunately, I never really got a chance to wrestle with R (not in a full-on match) because he got hurt wrestling another guy the afternoon I arrived. His arm was black and blue and I think R was in quite a bit of pain.
Thursday night, I was scheduled to wrestle M and D and R - and a friend of theirs whom they'd met off Globalfights who I'll call S. I had seen this guy's profile and I thought he looked incredibly tough. He is very muscular, with a big hairy chest, a shaved head, and tattoos.
We had decided that we would all wrestle in my room since I had a suite, so S arrived at my room before M and D had arrived. R was there, too.
I opened the door wearing just a pair of jeans, and took a look at S. I liked him immediately. In fact, I struggle somewhat with describing my reaction to him. All I can say is that it was immediate and intense. As he sat on the bed and stripped off his shirt, I jumped on him and started wrestling him. I couldn't help myself. And, happily, he seemed to like it too.
The evening was a lot of fun. We all four wrestled each other. R did as much as his arm would allow, and I got a chance to wrestle with D again. But at the end of the evening, it wound up that just S and I were alone in my room. We wrestled for a while longer.
Sometimes, you just click with another guy. No one can predict it. I certainly can't. But we clicked. I was very turned on by his body and (thankfully) he was equally turned on by mine. I walked him to his bus stop around twelve thirty and we agreed we would try and wrestle again before I left town. Unfortunately, I had booked myself pretty solid. But (as we all know) the chances that everyone would show up were pretty low, so I harbored a strong hope that I would see S again.