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Toby called as soon as I got home and we made arrangements to wrestle at 9:30 the next morning, knowing his sister would be 30 minutes into her work shift by that time.

I slept terrible that night, constantly waking up, checking the alarm and thinking about the wrestling match I was going to have against Toby.

I woke much earlier than I intended, showered and searched and found my tightest fitting speedo. It also happened to be my skimpiest, leaving little to the imagination.

I arrived on time and anxiously walked to his entrance, ringing his doorbell once before he quickly buzzed me in. Toby answered the door wearing a form fitting yellow swimmer's speedo, and nothing else. He was ready to wrestle. He invited me in and chain locked the door behind me while also sliding the dead bolt in place.

He was excited, I could tell, and told me how much he enjoyed last night's wrestling match. I looked around, noticing that he hadn't laid out the comforters in his living room. He immediately caught on and told me that he had a spare bedroom in his apartment that we could wrestle in and that he had stayed up late last night preparing it for our match.

I followed him down the hall, glancing at the area in the living room where Toby had me locked up the previous night, and remembered how he had laid out, arching his back while applying the headscissors hold on me.

He opened the door to his spare bedroom where he had a full length mirror on the wall and 2 king sized mattresses laying on the floor, covered with quilts and sleeping bags. Our wrestling area was set.

He walked over to close the curtains while I stripped down to my white speedo briefs.

There was no need to discuss the rules, we both knew what they were. Submission wrestling, verbal or tap out to win the match. We both dropped to our knees, facing each other, our speedos ready to wrestle, and moved toward each other, anxiously.

Toby went for the takedown first, but I was prepared. He came in low and I dropped down on top of him, my chest pressing against his back. I quickly moved to the side and then behind him, all the while controlling our positions. I wrapped my arms around his lower waist and then slid them up, mounting his back and trying to put him down on the mattress. My thighs were spread and I moved on top of his lower back, in an attempt to ride him down. Toby was struggling to stay on all fours when I slid my arms up higher, sliding them under his and then locking my hands behind his neck in a tight full nelson hold. Toby dropped. I was pinned tight to his back, my speedo riding the small of his back and my legs were wrapped around his waist, holding him in place.

We sunk into the mattress, making escape for Toby all that much more difficult with my weight pressing down against him. I laid tight on top of him, working the nelson and my scissors, locked on and riding him at the same time. It was a hold we had used against each other when we were younger with frequency and one that neither one of us could figure out how to break.

I enjoyed my position, especially compared to the previous night when Toby was dominating the match. I didn't plan on giving it up any time soon. I stayed trapped against his back, almost resting while he struggled beneath me, rocking back and forth in an attempt to roll to his side. I glanced in the mirror, admiring my position on Toby. Locked in place on top of him, my speedo skin tight.

My position on top of Toby along with his rocking brought my cock to attention and I enjoyed the feel of the nylon/lycra speedo as I held my mount.

There were several grunts by each of us as we struggled against each other, my erection straight up and down, pinned against his lower back, tight on his waistband.

I wasn't in position to gain the submission, although he wasn't able to escape either. I decided to take advantage of his rocking motion and move in for the kill. I let Toby rock hard to his left when I released the nelson, allowing Toby to move to his side while I continued the straddle. I quickly grabbed his wrists and then maneuvered him on his back moving into a straddle position over his speedo, my thighs spread wide to hold him in place. I quickly noticed that he was hard, his erection outlined through the slim material. Our speedos were touching as I pinned his wrists above his head.

We were both breathing hard from the struggle, a light sheen of perspiration covering our bodies. I looked down and we both made brief eye contact before our eyes traveled elsewhere. Toby was looking down, checking out my position over him and looking at the erections trying to bulge out of our speedos.

I looked in the mirror, again admiring my position on top of him and saw Toby doing the same thing.

With my thighs spread to pin him down in the mattress, I laid my stomach down against his but left my speedo in place, locked against his own. Our position was more than erotic, as I could feel his erection through the thin material and I had no doubt that he could also feel mine.

I began to slide my legs down, on the outside of his, holding the pin while pressing his wrists down into the mattress. Toby was moaning from the struggle, letting out light grunts as we progressed. I'm not sure if he knew what I was doing or not, but he caught on at the last second, trying to pull his legs away. It was too late. I slid my left ankle inside his right ankle, locking inside it. Toby quickly tried to pull it away but couldn't. He raised his free leg in the air, but I snatched it after a brief struggle, locking my right ankle inside his left ankle, in the air, and pulling it back down to the mattress. I had the grapevine in place. I looked in the mirror to check my position and Toby did too. I was laid out on top of him, my hands pinning his wrists high above his head, stretching him out. My ankles were locked tight inside his, my bare feet wrapping around his ankles. And finally, my white speedo was showing the exact outline of my erection, so tight that you could tell where the head of my cock began, and Toby's little yellow speedo was doing the same.

We made eye contact while looking in the mirror and I began to smile, enjoying my position and the pin hold I had in place.

I began to spread his legs.

Toby let out quite a loud grunt and I dropped my head near his shoulder, whispering in his ear "gotcha." I continued to spread his legs wider as our lower bodies seemed to have their own wrestling match, our ankles, legs, thighs and especially our speedos struggling against each other. I pressed forward, inching his legs wider, not wanting the submission to come too fast.

Our erections were pressed tight, straining to break the confines of the skimpy material holding them in place.

With my head still near his shoulder and looking down at the mattress, I asked the dreaded question that no wrestler wants to hear. "Do you submit?"

Toby let out another loud moan and suddenly began to bridge up, slowly, as if this were his final chance at escape.

I kept my mount, riding him, straddling him, refusing to allow his escape. I looked over in the mirror, watching as my tight, white, erection clad speedo rode his yellow speedo, mounted on top of his boner, tight.

I began to talk again, urging his submission. "Do you submit?" "I got ya Toby." "Give." "Give." "Give the match Toby." "I got you pinned." "Give it up." "Say it Toby, say it."

Toby was moving his head, side to side, taking the pain but refusing to submit.

I looked in the mirror again and began to arch my back, adding more pressure to the hold. I slowly arched, pulling my stomach off his, watching as the front our speedos came into view. Our erections were bulging, my cock head straining to break loose the more I arched and Toby's testing the limits of his material as he bridged even higher.

We had no regard for how loud we were, or anything else at that moment. We were just two guys wrestling in speedos, one wrestler mounted in a grapevine straddle, while the other wrestler tried to bridge his way out.

Toby's phone rang, but it was a distant sound, neither one of us paying any attention to it. There was a knock on the apartment door, but we both knew the door was locked and kept on wrestling. Although the curtains were closed, the window was open, and there was a breeze coming through, bringing the sounds of people at the pool, located within a few feet of the window.

I arched back farther, my back stretching, and Toby bridged higher, while I continued to ride him and began to talk again. "Submit the match Toby." "Submit." Looking into his eyes, and beginning to talk louder, "Submit." "Give it up." "Say it." The voices from the pool were so close they sounded like they were in the room with us, watching us wrestle.

We were both perspiring hard, as our bodies struggled against each other.

I looked in the mirror again, enjoying the view.

Toby was close to submission, that was a fact. Nobody could take this hold for this long, we had been wrestling for an hour, and in this position for over 30 minutes. Struggling, battling, wrestling each other as men will do.

I started talking again, louder this time and grunting from the struggle to get my words out. "Submit the match Toby, I got you." "Submit." "Submit." "Give it up."

I arched back farther, and suddenly felt a cool breeze against my erection, knowing that I had just broke containment. I began to yell, "Submit." "Submit Toby." "Say it." "Say it." And as I held my position on top of his speedo, my back arched all the way back, my erection sticking straight out of the top of my speedo and feeling the breeze against it, Toby suddenly screamed those final words, "I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT THE WRESTLING MATCH!".

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