I eyed my opponent, a strong and well-muscled young man who eyed me back, and thought about what had brought me into the wrestling ring. Hell, I wasn't much into contact sports (other than those done with lubricant and rubbers) and so it might have seemed odd to those that knew me that I'd be here ready to grapple this guy down onto the mat. This was a very special ring and a very special place, deep in the basement of a local gay gym. The prize was also special at this ring. The loser had to give up his ass right there in the ring to the victor! Sweetening the pot for me was that the young man across the ring was perfectly cherry and I meant to have his virginity as my prize!

I had found this gym about a year earlier, wanting to keep my body in good muscular shape. I'd worked hard for those muscles, and turning 40 was not going to rob me of them. I also wanted to watch the young men at work building their bodies up and so I got a double bonus for joining. After about six month there was one place I hadn't been since entering the building and that was through a door off the back of the locker room near the showers that said "Members Only." I remember the first day I tried the door and found it locked, and was told that another club ran in the basement and that it was by invitation only. I nodded, and didn't think much of it until the day that invitation arrived.

I had just finished my set, my muscles pumped and full on my body, and had opened my locker to find a small envelope with my name on it. Inside were a key and a note that said, "Welcome to the Wrestling Club! If you are interested in joining us, use the key on the Members Only door. If you are not interested, please put this note and the key back in the envelope and put it under the door. Thank you." I of course used the key on the door and found myself facing a small gated area with a gentleman sitting behind a caged window. "Welcome to the Wrestling Club, Mr. Danvers! Please return to the locker room and remove your clothing, we practice Greek-style here." He smiled at me and I nodded, intrigued, and returned a few minutes later starkers. He nodded at me, smiled at my body and the gate slid open to a set of steps leading down. Pale light gave enough sight so that one could navigate the stairs and when I reached the bottom of the stairs another gate slid open and I was inside a large room containing maybe thirty men seated in the bleachers, most of them in their early twenties although one or two looked closer to my age. Two young men were grappling in the middle of the room, a large wrestling mat with a center circle outlined the out of bounds area, and both young men were trying very hard to either throw the other onto the mat or to push them out of bounds. A nice looking stud saw me and motioned me over; he looked familiar to me from the gym so I sat beside him. "Hey man, my name is Paul."

"Hi, Paul, I'm Mike. So, this is an interesting place." He grinned at me and our attention was drawn back to the ring, where one young man had succeeded in tossing the other one down onto the mat. It was an enjoyable spectacle, two young naked wrestlers, but it got instantly better as the victor began pulling up the legs of the loser and, rubberized cock ready, plunged into the loser's ass!

I watched as the boys fucked before the crowd, the loser moaning in pleasure along with the victor, the crowd whistling and clapping to the sounds of sex that came from the center circle. It didn't take the victor long, and he ripped his cock out of the loser's ass, yanked off the rubber and spewed cum all over the loser's chest. The loser came at the same time, and after they both rested a bit, the victor helped the loser up off the circle and they exited though another door.

"So, what did you think of that, Mike?" Paul said, his boner so hard that he obviously loved it. I just pointed to my own hard and dripping cock and he laughed, giving my cock a little tug. "Yeah, I throw a rod down here all the time, although I have better control up in the regular gym," he replied after stroking my cock a bit longer. "I get really excited over the idea of wrestling with some hunk down there and then winning his ass as my prize."

I just looked at him and compared my muscles to his. "You think you'd win, huh? I wonder..."

It was late by that time and I left, got dressed and went home. I didn't sleep much, and finally jacked off to the memories of that incredible vision of those wrestlers fucking on the mat. The next day after work I went back to the gym, got my workout done and, after a cleansing shower, headed down the stairs to the ring. Paul was there again and we watched a couple more guys wrestle, this time Paul's hands wandered a bit more over my body and cock before he started jerking his own. "It's cool to jack off while you watch, Mike," he said as he slowly stroked his thick rod. "The only thing you can't do here is fuck, as that's the main attraction and the club wants that focus on the ring. Of course, you could suck me off..." I smiled and shook my head, reaching for his cock instead so we could jack each other off. When the victor plunged into the loser's ass, we simultaneous came together, and laughed at ourselves as we dripped cum all over. From the sounds around us, others were doing the same thing. I noticed two other guys near us wiping their hands on each other's muscled thighs, and thought about them as I jacked off again later that night. I realized how wrestlers were selected not much longer after that, when a few nights later, the two men who'd jacked off near Paul and I were down in the ring!

Paul and I sat beside each other a lot and it was rare for either of us to miss an evening downstairs. So it wasn't a surprise to me when one evening I found a small note in my locker that said Paul and I were scheduled to wrestle in one month's time. The date was printed in red and I smiled at what Paul's reaction would be. I had built up some more muscle in the last few months, and Paul didn't know that I'd learned a few tricks to quickly take down somebody during grappling while in college. I went downstairs to the ring, found Paul sitting by himself, and sat beside him.

"Guess we're going to be down there soon," I said, looking at him and waiting for his hands to come over to begin fondling me. When he didn't reply, I took a good look at him. He was petrified, the note in his hand was clenched in almost a white knuckle death grip! "Dude, what's wrong with you?"

"Mike, I'm scared. I've never wrestled before and now I'm going to have to try to wrestle you! I'm gonna lose for sure!" I just grinned evilly at him and reached around to pat his ass. He started a bit, and then relaxed as I hugged him to me. "Relax buddy, I won't fuck you too hard!"

"No you won't," Paul replied, a little smile on his lips, "because it will be my cock in your ass, buddy!" He gave me a little slap on my butt and we just laughed it off, settling down to a nice mutual jack off until we both came and it was time to leave.

The night of our match we were told to get downstairs by a certain time and wait in the lower locker room until our names were called. We stood there, the air a little cool for my liking, but I was well ready to take down my buddy beside me. His cock was already hard and dripping, and I just smiled as his youthful inability to control his cock. Just before the lights came up, and the announcer began his talk, Paul looked at me and said, "Mike, if I do lose tonight, please go easy with me. I've never been fucked before." I didn't have a chance to reply, for the announcer called our names and we headed into the ring, shook hands and then assumed the position.

Now I faced Paul, my cherry young man and determined that I would have his ass one way or the other. The management had briefed both of us to make the spectators happy by keeping the match exciting and also to enjoy taking our prize. I figured I'd let Paul get used to the grapple before I used my trick, and then we'd take our time getting to know each other...there was the whistle starting the match and we started circling each other.

Paul made a quick feint to the left and raced around to the right to try to outfox this old fox. Naturally I let him think he'd gotten past me, but at the split second he closed in for the knock down I stepped aside and he shot past me, skidding dangerously near the circle. He stopped, puzzled for a few seconds, then turned to see me approaching, skittered away and then we started circling again. Cries of excitement poured down from the bleachers as the men above us stroked each other as they watched and cheered us on. After maybe fifteen minutes of this bait and switch I was doing to Paul, I decided that it was time for my prize. I got near his danger area and he took the bait, reaching out and pulling me into his grasp, prepared to flip me over and then take the prize, however I used my trick of adjusting my weight and he found himself flipped over and landed on the mat, hard enough to wind him a bit. I just dropped down over him and pinned him, my crotch pressed against his and his arms pinned by mine as we faced each other. The look of shock passed quickly to a look of resignation on his face, and "The victory goes to Mike!" sounded in the area finished his reluctance. The official handed me a rubber and some lube and Paul, being the good loser he was, pulled his legs up and spread his cheeks for me. The crowd was moaning in delight at the fresh rosebud that was displayed, and I proudly swung my condomed cock close to it and then ever so slowly pressed into him. His first pained grunt soon turned to a soft moan of pleasure as my cock slipped into him, and he gave a little grunt of pleasure as my cock head bumped into his prostate. I left my cock inside him for a little while so he could get used to it, then slowly started fucking him, pulling out a little then going back in, increasing the amount I withdrew a little bit each time until I was almost fully out of his asshole and then pushed back in. His little gasp of pleasure told me that he was ready, and I started speeding up the fuck, his continued grunts and moans telling me that this particular cherry was having an excellent time of it. To the amazement of the crowd and Paul especially I bent forward and kissed him, frenching him deeply while my cock pistoned in and out of him. I could feel the throbbing of his cock and the dampness between us told me he was running precum by the bucketful. Suddenly, his ass clenched around my cock and he began spewing cum, jets shooting everywhere as my own orgasm triggered and I pulled out quickly to shoot over his body. Our cum shots mingled over Paul's chest, and the crowd roared in approval, actually standing up and clapping furiously with their own completed orgasms dripping off the end of their softening dicks. We got up after a few more minutes, and headed to the showers, Paul so fucked out that I had to help wash him and hold him up at times. We finished cleaning up and dried each other off, and then returned to the upper locker room to get dressed. Paul was in no condition to go home, and so I took him to my place, settled him into bed with me and we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning was Saturday, and I knew neither of us had any engagements or anything, so it was nice to lie there with a muscle pup beside me, fondling his hard pecs and stroking his thick thighs as he slept like a baby beside me. Soon he roused and, discovering himself in my bed, turned towards me and said, "Well, here I am, well fucked and your prize, I guess. Now what will we do?"

"For starters," I said, hugging him towards me, "shut up and enjoy the morning. I like just having you beside me." He grinned sleepily and nestled into me and we dozed a bit longer before deciding we were hungry. After breakfast we cleaned up the kitchen and went back to the bedroom, looking at our discarded clothing and hopping back into bed.

"I'm glad you were the one to take my cherry, Mike," Paul said in the comfort of my arms. "I've been interested in you ever since I saw you work out and after you showed up naked downstairs in the club, I really wanted to be with you. The club picked us a bit earlier than I had hoped, but I'm glad it turned out the way it did."

"So am I, buddy. I wouldn't mind if we spent the rest of our time together. I like you a lot too." He smiled back at me and when my cock began pressing against his asshole, he got up and got the rubber and lube packets himself, sitting down on my cock saying he'd always wondered what it felt like to fuck himself on a cock. He was a natural, fucking himself with strong strokes that kept my cock happy as it pounded his joy spot inside. As I joined him in mutual orgasm, his jism spewing across my chest , I was happy indeed that I'd bought that gym when I did and created that nude wrestling club below to get myself a muscular young lover.