Rob was talking to Nick, the old guy who wiped the mat with me last time. We were kind of hoping we could find a couple guys to wrestle a tag team match with. Dad and I had matching fight shorts - black with blue lettering on the ass. We followed him down a few minutes later. “See you on the mats,” he said as he went downstairs. “I’m more of a greco guy myself, but I’m starting to get into grappling.” Rob had pulled up jis jock strap now and was stepping into his white fight shorts. I’m actually better at sub wrestling so wanted to see if I can do a little better this time. His abs were a work of art - totally smooth and rippling, but he had a nice carpet of light brown fur around his long cock and low-hanging balls. This guy Rob who we met the last time was getting changed next to us. Dress code for today was square cut fight shorts and jockstraps.ĭad and I stripped down and fished around in our gym bags for our gear. Basically a hairy cock and a love of wrestling was all you needed to be welcomed. As usual, it was a big range of ages, from high school guys to men in their 60s. When we arrived there was the usual crowd of guys but some new faces too. Today we were headed back, but it was going to be submission wrestling. The last time dad and I went to the barn to wrestle, it was a folkstyle wrestling day.
