Larry and Jeff, part one

The following happened to me when was 22.

I worked as a waiter for some time when I was in college. I had a job for a while at a fashionable and expensive restaurant. One night there was a very witty and charming older gentleman at a table of 4 I was serving. After a while he asked my name and exchanged a little banter with me each time I came to serve their table. Eventually he asked me if I was an actor or a model, and I replied no. He asked if I was interested in being one of those and I said I had never thought about it. He told me his name was Larry and he was a TV producer on a nighttime soap opera series so if I wanted to try to get into that stuff he could help me. I recognized the name of the show. I'd never seen it but knew it was a big hit. At the end of the dinner he paid for his party and left his card with the check, with the note "call me" written on it. I picked up on how interested he seemed in me and told him I was straight, and he said don't worry, I won't make any passes, I just think you're very smart and funny. So I did call him, and soon we were hanging out frequently. He often insisted on taking me to dinner, citing my poor college student status and my need to economize. We enjoyed each other's company and became quite good friends, hanging out in his big house high in the Hollywood Hills overlooking LA. He often complimented my looks and my body, but always said it ruefully, knowing I was straight and he wasn't expecting to get with me.

After several months, I hit a rough financial patch and Larry could tell that I was troubled. He asked me what was wrong but I was reluctant to say what my problem was because I didn't want him to think I was looking for money from him. But he finally got me to tell him about it. He expressed his concern and sympathy that I was going through that but he was happy to help me out. The kind of money I needed was really no big deal to him, but I expressed my gratitude and refused his generosity.

A few days later we were talking and he said he'd been thinking about it and wanted to see if I'd take his help I did something for him. He asked if I would wrestle a friend of his while he watched. He promised there would be no nudity or anything sexual, even though he confessed it would turn him on and he'd fantasized about it a lot since getting to know me. But I wouldn't see any of that, and though his friend was gay too, he wouldn't do anything sexual at all either. We would wrestle in swim or gym shorts, but that would be the extent of the titillation aspect. He offered to take care of my entire financial predicament. He said that was all he would say about the matter. At first I declined.

On the phone a couple of days later I said I'd do it, after reaffirming all his assurances about nothing sexual happening in my presence. If he wanted to spank his monkey after I was gone that was his business.

Jeff was already there when I arrived on the designated Saturday afternoon. He was a Mediterranean looking man, hairy, stocky, with light brown skin, brown eyes, and curly black hair. Larry told me he was a 34 year old former high school wrestler. I said "Oh, great!" And they laughed. He said not to worry, my limits would be respected. We'd take it at my speed and I wouldn't be injured in any way. He was about 2 inches shorter than me and maybe a few pounds heavier, in good shape and moderately muscular. He said I was very pretty. I blushed but was not put off, because I was used to having gay friends compliment my looks and build. It was understood they often had sexual feelings for me and would express them, but never pressure me to fool around.

Larry's big open living room had 3 large sofas facing inward in a U shape. On the marble floor between them was what I was told was a 12 x 12 foot wrestling mat. Jeff and I stripped to gym shorts and sneakers. He said "Wow, your body is great!" Again I blushed. He got a feel for what I knew and taught me some basic rules and techniques of wrestling. After about half an hour of that we wrestled. We went slow at first and he let me get some holds on him. Then we started for real. Jeff had similar strength as me, but was much more aggressive. I was quick but so was he, and with his superior skills he controlled me with ease the whole time. My bare arms, legs and torso tensed and trembled with strain, and soon I was covered in sweat, but I could never gain the upper hand. He stretched me, twisted me, bent me, and pinned me over and over. After an hour or so I called it, lying covered in sweat and panting on my back under Jeff. He rolled off me and helped me up. Larry said, "Fuck that was so hot!" And Jeff said "Yeah it was!" That was when they noticed the wet spot and erection through my gym shorts.

"Did that turn you on too?" Larry asked me, but then immediately said, "Never mind, it's OK. Don't be embarrassed, I'm sure it's just a reflex or something." He was kindly offering me a way out, to save face.

But I had known from the first couple of minutes, the more Jeff and I strained against each other, and especially the more he controlled my body, the more sexually aroused I had gotten. So I was embarrassed, and I said nothing. Larry let Jeff and I take showers in separate bathrooms, then Larry took us to dinner. Over dinner Jeff gave me a few pointers. We talked about the experience of it, what a great and hard workout it was. After a bit of wine they talked about how they loved my body and how sexy they found it, and the expressions on my face, as I struggled in vain against Jeff. I was embarrassed again, but no one mentioned what had gone on in my shorts. Asked if I would do it again I said I didn't know, but I doubted it. "That's too bad, but it's fine. I understand," Larry said. When we said our goodbyes Larry handed me a check for the full amount we'd discussed to resolve my difficulties. I thanked him and he said "No, thank you."

The next week I called Larry and said I wanted to take another try at Jeff. He said great, you feel OK about it? I said I was a little uncomfortable but wanted to do it. He asked if he could give me some more money for my trouble but I said it wasn't necessary.

I'd bought a pair of light blue satin speedos and was wearing them when I stripped off my shirt and pants. Jeff and Larry froze and stared at me, then looked at each other and smiled. I also had on a new pair of bright white high top sneakers. Jeff and I wrestled about 90 minutes with the same results, me being totally dominated the whole time. My shiny speedos wetted and stretched across my swollen dick early on. About 30 minutes in Jeff put me in a sleeper hold. He said I could tap out and he'd stop. But I was mad and self conscious and really turned on so I just kept struggling. Then I began to panic, thrashing around frantically, and he reminded me I could tap out but I didn't. I struggled in terror and arousal, little penis stretching hard and hot against my shorts, balls boiling. I felt a big spurt of precum open up my urethra and spread into my speedos, and as I passed out I almost came. I woke up with Jeff over me, checking to make sure I was alright. My shorts were soaked, and not from the sweat that soaked my entire body. "Do you want to stop?" asked Larry. I shook my head and said, "Next guy to get knocked out gets his shorts stripped off." "You sure?" "Yeah, I'm going to kick your ass." 

5 minutes later I woke up naked except my sneakers. Once again I was slippery with sweat, my cock was standing at attention, but this time it was bare, the entire length of it gleaming with precum, and bouncing with my heartbeats. "You OK?" "Yes," I replied, but I was pretty dopey. I took the time to recover and we went again, Jeff in gym shorts and sneakers, me nude except for my sneakers. This time Jeff drew it out and I was gasping 15 minutes later when he put my pale, hairless, exhausted, excited, wet, gleaming body in another carotid choke. By this time the mat was as slippery and soaked as I was and I felt my skin sliding around against it as I thrashed impotently around. I twisted side to side, feeling my hard cock hit the mat, I arched and undulated against Jeff's strong hairy chest, his hardon pressing against my lower back. My own erect penis was slapping wetly against my belly and my balls were slapping wetly against my thighs. I was dizzy and my insides were burning with a sexual fire. I groped and pawed at Jeff's arms, slapped at his shoulders and head. Then my arms went limp. My legs flopped flat out against the mat. My back arched, my whole body trembling as I came. Squirt squirt squirt squirt, the longest, hardest, most intense, deepest, jizziest orgasm I'd ever had. Still choking me, Jeff shouted "WOW!" I was still cumming as I passed out.

I woke up weak and with an ache deep in my groin from the strain of that climax. I slowly got up and tried to regain my self control. Now that I'd ejaculated I was filled with shame and disgrace. I saw concerned faces on Larry and Jeff. Red faced and ashamed by Jeff's mastery of me and by my own arousal, and that I had worn those damn skimpy shorts, I toweled the cum off my chest and belly. I looked at the floor and started to cry. But I was still excited and those feelings made my penis start growing again! Sobbing, I put on my pants, ran out of the house and drove straight home with my cock rock hard.

I was never the same again.