Come Wrestling
by N Fourbois
A mini-story inspired by this picture
Jack was ten years old when he made the decision. He was the youngest out of the kids on his street and with no brothers or sisters to look after him he always found he was at the bottom of the pecking order or the bottom of some fight. Although the youngest, he was probably the most intelligent, which didn't go down too well either, not that he boasted about it. He didn't have to. It showed in other ways.So when a notice went up in the church hall that a wrestling club was going to start for under sixteens in the neighbourhood, he was one of the first to put his name down. Since it didn't seem to interest his mates, it ended up as an initiative by him alone and he saw some advantage in that. When the club opened in September of that year, he met kids from other schools and unencumbered by a reputation as a loser, the guy who always got beaten up, he was able to join in with them on equal terms. He still played with the kids on his street, but since they were not particularly interested in what he did when he was not with them, wrestling never got another mention until... But I'm racing too far ahead.
Progress was slow. Jack expected to become a Mick McManus overnight, but it didn't work that way. However, he was not one to give up easily. At first there was very little wrestling as the instructors insisted on building up fitness and strength. At least he was mixing with boys of his own age and was no longer at the bottom of the heap. To Jack it appeared to take ages before actual wrestling instruction began, but it was simply his impatience that gave that impression. He always seemed to end up with Jason as his partner, not that he minded for Jason had much the same reasons for joining the club and he was very easy to get on with. No pressure, peer group or otherwise, and finally at the age of eleven Jack consequently started to feel good about himself.
Jack led a double life out of school over the following summer. Mondays and Thursdays he was to be found in the church hall honing his wrestling skills. Unnoticed by himself, he was growing, not only upwards, but outwards as well and it wasn't caused by obesity. That extra weight was sinew and muscle, exercised muscle. Other days he was out with the kids on his street, quietly biding his time, quietly remembering, as he had been trained to, that the skills he was learning in the church hall were for competitions, practices and self-defence only in the direst situations. On Mondays and Thursdays something else was growing stronger, the bond between him and Jason his training partner. Like many boys that age they were fast becoming best friends. Outside wrestling club they were phoning, texting and e-mailing each other about every triviality in life. Perhaps too it was not just Mondays and Thursdays that they were seeing one another.
The was fine until one Saturday afternoon when the kids on the street were out together and Andy, the local big-mouth, started with
"Hey, Jack, aren't we good enough for you any more?"
"Whadya mean?" answered Jack, both surprised and sulky.
"He's out with that faggot friend of his from his poofy wrestling club," shouted Wayne, oldest and therefore self-styled leader of the kids on the street.
"You wouldn't last five minutes there, a weed like you," countered Jack, no longer sulky, but quickly realising his long awaited opportunity might have arrived, "and if we're a load of faggots, what does that make you, hanging about with little boys all the time?" That was too much for Wayne. The opportunity had come surprisingly quickly as Wayne threw himself at Jack and pinned him to the ground. It was over too quickly. The rest of the gang hardly had time to gather round and start taunting Jack before with a flip he had thrown Wayne off and was now on top of him. He had him in a hold and whispered in his ear
"Wayne, if you move your upper body one inch, you will break your neck. Do you understand?" It wasn't true, but Wayne didn't know that and being in such a painful position he wanted to move, but didn't dare to. "Another thing. My knee is just above your groin and any movement with your lower body will mean crushed nuts." That bit was true. "Do you understand that?" Jack rubbed his knee over Wayne's crotch.
"Yes," breathed Wayne convinced.
"Now, if you want releasing, there are certain things you are going to have to say and mean them."
"No." Jack pushed his knee against Wayne's balls. "Aagh! Okay."
"Repeat: I'm a bully and I only hurt those younger and smaller than me."
"I'm a bully and I only hurt those younger and smaller than me."
"Louder."
"I'M A BULLY AND I ONLY HURT THOSE YOUNGER AND SMALLER THAN ME."
"I want to apologise and I'll never do it again." Jack saw Wayne's eyes flicker as he heard a noise behind him. A couple of his henchmen were making moves to deal with Jack.
"NO!" screamed Wayne to his acolytes as Jack's knee struck between Wayne's legs again. The bullies withdrew. Wayne had tears in his eyes.
"I want to apologise and I'll never do it again," whispered Jack again.
"I want to apologise and I'll never do it again," said Wayne amid his sobs.
"I couldn't hear you, Wayne." Wayne tried to shout the sentence again, but only managed to with great difficulty as he tried to fight back his tears.
"And you lot are to leave Jack alone in future or you'll get a taste of the same medicine."
"And you lot are to leave Jack alone in future or you'll get a taste of the same medicine," cried out Wayne amid gurgles. Jack gave his groin another rub with his knee as a reminder, prior to releasing him, when he noticed that Wayne had a boner, so he thought he would add to his embarrassment.
"Just one more thing." Wayne tried to nod, but remembered that his neck was in mortal peril. "Jack on top of me has given me a stiffy."
"No, never!" Jack rubbed his knee over Wayne's cargos, not to hurt him this time, but to stimulate his cock to greater hardness. Wayne acquiesced.
"Jack on top of me has given me a stiffy." The others laughed and cheered.
"Who's the gayboy now?" they jeered. Having thoroughly humiliated Wayne, Jack released him slowly. He got up and slunk off, not before gobbing on the ground in front of Jack, but making mighty sure he did not hit him. As a final act of defiance he flicked the finger. The rest just continued to laugh and cheer, while pointing at the tent in his trousers.
Wayne was rarely to be seen with the kids on the street again. Neither was Jack, but again for different reasons. Before he went home that day he made his peace with the rest of the kids who couldn't hide their admiration for the way he had tackled Wayne. Some even had the guts to say they were sorry for the way they had treated him before. But Jack's circle of friends now consisted of the lads from the wrestling club. At least there, a great deal of self-respect was to be found, based on what they had achieved in their sport. Jack and Jason became inseparable. The telling episode in their relationship was to come later.
Jack was not far short of turning fourteen. He had for some months now been experiencing something stronger than best mates with Jason, but after the taunts from the kids on his street had never thought to talk to him about it. He fantasised about him at nights and their close contact at the club was for him something more than wrestling. Jason's body sent a frisson of pleasure along his own as they lay there in a clinch on the mat. Both he and Jason were going through their growth spurts. Their parents were at their wits' end for no sooner had they bought them new clothes than they outgrew them, and that included their wrestling kit or 'uniforms'. Jack adored the feel of the stretch silky lycra against his skin and as he was going through the age of unpredictable pop-ups, that was his undoing, as referred to in the picture.
It was open evening at the club where all the members took part in one round demonstration bouts in front of their parents, family and friends. Naturally Jack was partnered by Jason. They were evenly matched; they always had been, but at that stage Jason had Jack flat on his stomach on the mat with his own hand trapped under him. The slipperiness of the lycra increased the tension between them. It would have been easy for Jack to raise his body and flip him off, but...
"Jase," he whispered urgently. For heaven's sake don't roll me over. I've popped a boner."
"I know. I can feel it." The shouting of the crowd was blocked out by what was going on between the two contestants. Jack wanted to say 'Then stop stroking it,' but he had got to the stage where he didn't want it to stop. He'd never been able to make himself produce a feeling like that when suddenly he exclaimed
"Aaagh," and everyone thought he had been hurt. "Jase, I've shot my load."
"Whoops, sorry, Jack..." They were interrupted by the bell which ended the round. Jason took the initiative, lifted Jack up and took him into a hug as they shook hands, quickly guiding him over to his corner so that he could pick up his towel. Jack's honour had been preserved as the referee brought them back to the centre of the mat and declared Jason the winner. Another hug and a shake of hands as the couple went off to the changing room to shower and change.
There was no one else in the changing and as they stood under the shower together, Jack said
"You rotten sod."
"But you enjoyed it?"
"Yeah, but I'm going to get my own back."
"What now, Jack?" He looked down and saw that Jason's dick was fully erect with the foreskin rolled back.
"No time like the present, I suppose," he said with a grin, both of them gaining satisfaction, Jason's being sexual and Jack's both sexual and revenge. Jack rinsed his wrestling kit under the shower. The two boys had entered the shower best friends and left it boyfriends. Next day after school Jack was down to the local sports shop to purchase some better support for under his kit. The straps of his jock rendered his one hundred per cent sexy butt cheeks one hundred and ten per cent sexy.
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