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The first time I saw him was at the gym. For a few months, we did nothing but catch each other's eye from across the floor. I'd been building up the courage to approach him for about two months, and my patience finally ran out. I found my opening and asked if I could work in on the machine he was using.

This is a true story, and it all started on a recent Saturday, October 11th.

He's 55, but aside from his white hair, I would have guessed he was around 40. He's my height and has a muscular build. I'd guess his weight is around 100 kg (220 lbs). He has massive, meaty pecs, thick arms, and well-developed legs. His stomach sticks out just a bit, but he is clearly fit, especially for his age. His best assets are his pecs, and I’ve fantasized about what it would be like to feel them. I didn't know how to bring it up, but after a long, flirtatious interaction that spanned a couple of months, I was sure there was a mutual attraction and that he wouldn't mind if I made a move.

So, I decided to use wrestling as an excuse. During our next conversation, I mentioned it. When he asked how I was doing, I said I was still sore from a wrestling match the night before. I didn't actually have any aches, but it was my way of bringing up the topic.

"Oh, really? I didn't know you wrestled," he said, sounding excited.

"It's just a hobby I do now and then," I replied. "It's a great workout and good for cardio. You should try it."

He smiled. "I don't have much experience with wrestling, but I'd definitely like to try it with you."

We agreed to meet up that evening at a private studio I usually rent for my matches. Once inside, we changed. He said he didn't know what to wear and had chosen some light blue short shorts that hugged his muscular thighs nicely against his pale skin. I was planning to wear a singlet, but seeing what he had on, I decided to wear shorts too.

As we walked up to the mat, I could see how his meaty pecs bounced with each step he took. I thought to myself that maybe I wouldn't have to wait much longer to finally feel them. I told him we could start standing or on our knees, but I prefer to start on our knees. I reminded him that he said he didn't have much experience and asked if he wanted to take it easy. He said no, it was fine, and that he would just wrestle by instinct and see how it went, which I thought was a good idea. We got down on our knees, facing each other, ready to start. I noticed he seemed a bit turned on by what was happening.

The Match Begins
Just as we were starting, I was distracted by a noise and turned my head to see where it came from. Before I knew it, he had me in a bear hug, pressing his solid chest against mine. I knew he was strong, but I had underestimated his true strength. He had such an evil grin on his face as he kept squeezing, putting excruciating pressure on my lower back. Our pecs were rubbing against each other, and it felt like a silent conversation between us, a kind of turn on. The hold was so tight that I couldn't find a way to escape. I didn't want to give up easily, so I endured the pain, hoping he would tire soon. But after a minute, he was still squeezing the life out of me without mercy.

With a grin, he asked if I was going to submit. "No!" I groaned.

"No?" he asked. "Then I'd better put more pressure on you."

I still didn't submit, but the pressure was starting to go to my head, and I felt like I was running out of air. He must have noticed.
"Do you submit?" he asked again.

In agony, I said, "Yes," and tapped his shoulders. He let me go, pushing me gently away.

He didn't waste any time. He pulled me up by my head, and before I could do anything, he put an arm between my legs and slammed me onto my back. He immediately went for an elbow drop on my chest, all while still smiling.

He quickly put me in a head scissors with his powerful thighs. It all happened so fast that I didn't have time to react. Our backs were rubbing against each other, and I felt my body pulled and extended as he scissored me. He tried to pop my head off with his scissors, and as he was doing so, I could feel him lightly grazing his fingers over my own pecs. "Nice pecs," he whispered. I didn't want to submit again, but there wasn't much hope.

"You could just tap if it's too much for you," he said. But I was stubborn and didn't.

Noticing that his head was near my torso, I knew what I had to do. I stretched my legs and went for his neck with my own head scissors. I was quick enough that he didn't have time to react. Now, we were both in head scissors, and I took advantage of the opportunity to feel his muscular thighs. I don't know if he was getting tired or not, but while I was squeezing his head between my thighs, he was losing his hold on me.

"I'll let you go if you let me go," I said.

He let me out of the head scissors but immediately got me in a bear hug again. It was so painful, maybe because I was still hurting from the first one, that I couldn't keep my head scissors. Now he had me upside down, with my face in his crotch and his in mine.

"Where did this 55 year old get all that strength?" I thought.

"It's game over, buddy. Just accept you lost. Tap, and I will let you go."

I had no choice but to tap. He let me go, and I fell onto my back on the mat.

"You lied to me," I said. "You said you didn't have much wrestling experience."

He just smiled and shrugged. "I'm glad we're doing this," he said. "It's good cardio indeed. Round two?"

Part 2 coming soon.

​If you want to know how to meet other men at the gym for wrestling, check out my other posts for tips!