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I had purchased exercise mats the previous weekend, and laid them out in my living room to work out on.

I hadn't heard from Toby since our last wrestling match, which had been almost a month. I was anxious to match up with Toby again and gave him a call. Toby answered right away and we began to chat. The idle conversation was brief before the topic of wrestling was brought up. Toby mentioned how much he enjoyed our last match, how even he thought we were when we wrestled and what a great workout wrestling could be. I agreed with him all the way around, leaving the challenge open. It didn't take long before Toby asked if I would be interested in another wrestling match.

I told him about my new mats and we agreed to wrestle at my place in an hour! I couldn't believe my luck. I was going to have my first wrestling match on my mats and my mind raced, wondering who would be the first person pinned, who would be the first with their back turned toward the mats, who would be the first to slap the mat, signaling their submission.

I quickly spread the mats out and shut the curtains for privacy. I changed into my white speedo brief and threw on my robe, leaving the belt loose, waiting for Toby to arrive.

My heart began to race when I heard his car pulling into my driveway and the excitement continued to build when I heard the door slam. Toby knocked and I quickly answered the door. Toby smiled as he entered, and I closed and locked the door behind him.

My robe wasn't tied tight, so when I stood talking to Toby he could see that I was dressed to wrestle and wouldn't need to change. To confirm the fact, I let my robe fall open, letting Toby see that I was only wearing a Speedo underneath. It was actually kind of fun to be dressed like I was, so I took my time walking the short distance to my back door, checking the lock, and moving leisurely through the kitchen, grabbing bottled water for Toby and I. I stood facing Toby while we talked, my white Speedo brief offset by my dark blue robe. Toby glanced at my robe, his eyes moving down, and asked if my Speedo was new. I told him yes it was new, and not on the market yet. I pulled back my robe to show my Speedo, explaining the new material allowed a skin tight fit, providing less resistance in the water. It also was the briefest unlined Speedo on the market. Toby moved closer, glancing at the ultra thin material, telling me how much he liked the new style and asked me to let him know when they came out on the market so he could buy his own. I told him I would.

Toby was still holding a gym bag and asked me where he could change. I told him he could use my bedroom down the hall. He headed toward my bedroom while I waited in the living room, removing my robe and tossing it on a chair. He had already changed when I heard him yell that he liked the wrestling pictures I had up on the wall. I was so used to seeing them everyday that I hadn't bothered to mention anything to Toby about my wrestling pictures. I walked to the bedroom where Toby was standing in front of my headscissors submission picture. Toby was wearing a tight fitting, unlined red Speedo and was pulling out the drawstring. He glanced my way when I entered the room and told me again how much he liked the picture, especially since the headscissors was his favorite hold. The picture on the wall was a blow up of one wrestler holding another wrestler in a very tight front headscissors. Both wrestlers were wearing Speedos, with the wrestler applying the headscissors wearing a yellow swimming Speedo. The match was taking place on sheets and blankets, laid over carpet, in a living room. The wrestler applying was laying on his side, his thighs wrapped tight around his opponents neck with his opponent facing him. Both wrestlers were perspiring hard and the trapped wrestler looked like he was close to tapping his submission.

I looked in the wall mirror and caught our profiles, admiring our identical physiques. I quickly smiled when I saw Toby making the same comparison. At 5-10 and 148 pounds, we were both on the thin side, but filled our Speedos out well. We made eye contact and I asked Toby if he was ready to wrestle. He was.

We made our way to the living room, stepping on the mats and began to discuss the rules. A submission wrestling match, first to submit loses. Tap outs or verbal submissions allowed. No time limit on the match and we kept wrestling even if the phone rang. Basically, we were going to wrestle to a submission regardless of what happened around us. Toby mentioned that he had problems with his drawstring and had removed it. I told him that was fine since my Speedo didn't have a drawstring either. He said he didn't want the match to stop if either one of us had a problem with our Speedos, and I agreed.

We dropped to our knees, faced each other and began to wrestle. We were moving all over the mats, struggling for position while trading a variety of holds. I was the first to gain an advantage, locking Toby up in a body scissors full nelson combination. I was locked around him tight, pressing the nelson, my head close to his shoulder, but Toby wouldn't submit. My Speedo was pressed tight against the small of his back and I was forced to shift in order to ease the pressure, allowing my cock to move straight out to the side, and then locked tight against him again. I could feel my cock move diagonally and finally to a straight up and down position. I made a mental note to try the same hold later in the match, when Toby would be tired.

Toby was the next to gain an advantage, putting me on my back and moving in for a grapevine. He had both of my wrists pinned down and grapevined my right leg, but couldn't get my left leg, although he certainly tried. We were struggling face to face, body to body, as light grunts filled the room. Toby desperately wanted the grapevine while I just as desperately tried to wrestle my way free. From the position he was holding me in, I wasn't able to bridge and we continued to battle each other, body to body, my back flat with Toby pressing against me. His Speedo was tight against mine, and I quickly felt that he was hard as he moved his cock into a pin position over mine. I realized I had just answered one of my questions, I was the first wrestler to have his back pinned tight against the mats!

I was eventually able to roll Toby off and to the side, or rather, Toby finally released the grapevine when he couldn't snare my other leg. We moved to our knees, perspiring, our hardons visible inside our Speedos. The thin material was holding our cocks in place, as our Speedos stretched. We locked up and Toby put me in a well placed headlock, squeezing my neck tight. I struggled to break free while Toby tried to scissor my waist. He put me on my back for the second time in the match and I planted my heels deep into the mat and threw up a bridge. I was able to hold the bridge and roll into Toby, causing him to release the headlock, but found myself out of position. Toby took advantage and quickly went for the kill. He threw open his thighs, reached down and grabbed the back of my head, quickly pulling my head and neck against his stomach, and locking his legs around me, but not before I was able to slip my right arm between his thigh and my neck. I was lucky and knew it. Toby squeezed, desperately trying to free my arm so he could work the headscissors. He was on his side, my cheek pressed tight against his stomach, my jaw pressing against his waistband and I could see that he was still hard, and outlined in his Speedo. The grunting and groaning were once again in full force as Toby struggled, squeezing my neck between his thighs and trying to work my arm free, while I was doing everything I could to keep my arm in place. We were both perspiring hard when Toby asked for the submission, "Do you submit." Struggling to talk, I said "No!"

Toby let out a loud grunt and changed positions slightly, forcing his way around so that I was face first against his stomach. He was squeezing me even harder. He grabbed the back of my head and was pulling me tight against him when he asked for my submission. "Do you submit." I couldn't answer because Toby was continuing to pull the back of my head toward him, working the hold even tighter. I was lucky to have my arm inside his thigh. We struggled against each other, Toby pressuring the hold while I laid there trapped, unable to escape and hardly able to move. Toby kept pulling my head against him, as he lay stretched out on his side. He arched his back to add more pressure, which caused his hips to move up. My mouth was now pressing against his Speedo clad boner as he continued to grunt, locking and relocking his ankles. He gave up on my arm and continued to stretch out, my lips pressing against his member, which was straight up and down and throbbing against me.

Toby started talking now, repeatedly asking for my submission. "Do you submit." "Submit the match, I got you." "Say it, say it." "Tap your submission, I'm not letting go." My lips stayed pressed tight against his erection. I felt his hands come off the back of my head and slide down to the waistband of his Speedo. I wasn't sure what he was doing when I saw him try to pull the sides of his Speedo back up. Apparently the position he was holding me in was causing his Speedo to come down on the sides, and I could see the milky white complexion of his hips. I heard him snap the waistband against his body, trying to pull it back up, and watching it slide back down each time he did so. I realized my mouth pressing against his member was the only thing keeping it up in front, and that if he pulled away from me, it was coming down. Toby kept squeezing me as his hands tried to keep the side of his suit in place. He moved to his back, holding my neck and head against him so that I was on my stomach, still trapped. When he made the move to his back, I was almost able to pull my head away, but he was able to lock on again quick.

We laid in this position for quite a while, Toby seemingly resting while holding the sides of his Speedo up, while I continued to ponder my situation.

Suddenly Toby went on the move. With a loud grunt, he rolled to his side, letting go of his waistband and grabbing the back of my head. During the roll, my head pulled back slightly, leaving no pressure on the front of his Speedo, which slid down in front. Toby yelled as he pulled my head against him, and as I gasped for breath, the head of his erection slid between my lips. I'm not sure Toby even knew what was happening, he really wanted the win. He grunted loud as he arched his back, causing his cock to slide inside my mouth, and he began to talk again.

"Do you submit?" "Say it, I got you!" "There's no escape!" "Say it, say it!" "Submit the match!" I tried to yell my submission, but it came out muffled over his cock. "Say it!" he yelled. Unable to give a verbal submission, I tapped his shoulder, signaling my submission. Toby yelled "YES!" as he released the pressure on the headscissors, looking down at my position, seemingly for the first time. Exhausted, I pulled off his cock, struggling to breathe again.

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