Can I at least say this crap is getting annoying?
Suche geile Typen aus meiner Region, Sachsen/Thüringen/Berlin/Brandenburg oder ... die auch auf geile Sportklamotten abfahren. Wer Bock hat einfach mal melden und wir schauen dann, ob es passt.
Ciao a tutti. Sono nuovo del sito e cerco appassionati di pugilato. Contattatemi :)
Are there any older guys in the local area up for coaching a relatively new comer to wrestling
Well its that time of year when its all work work work and sometimes at short notice. The long run up to Christmas.
Did consider temporarily suspending my membership so as not to be on here as I feel am false advertising by logging on.
I am still up for wrestling but its going to probs be last minute and short notice.
Have a few weekends and a week in Scotland (Edinburgh and outskirts) to arrange some matches. But it looks quite grim.
Hope to make at least one group meet too before Xmas. But can't commit too much because I never know when work might phone. Damn flexi contracts.
And I don't want to be one of -those- people who arrange meets then cancel. Hated it done to me, would hate to do it to others.
Gawd, am going to mad to go so long without wrestling. But I know I will make up for it in January and the rest of 2015!
I thought I would write blog here to share thought and maybe interest men here to chat with me and maybe answer some question. I am Chinese, 42yo, in open marriage with Japanese man. That mean he have other partner and me other partner, but not together. So he not involve in anything I do with other men. Photos share here of me are really me and here in S’pore I do play often with many men.
I joined here because I see so many sexy men that love to fight and so many photos of shirtless men make me so wet and harden my large nips. My fetish is to have two men fight and me watch.
I several time bring two men to my villa, prepare them by wear speedo, oil them all over, slip 12oz gloves on their hands and watch them box. I wear sexy thong only and winner get his pleasure from me all he need, loser he watch. This is my need so much as it drive me crazy to see and then men use me.
Some men here ask me about wrestling for me, I am open mind and can be convince, maybe. Now I not look for relationship, I have that as hubby rich and pamper me much…it excite him that I play so much other men.
As I read here often men like fight for ‘stakes’, I think you like fight for use me. Also here it nice so many want ask me to be ‘favorite’, but I prefer we chat and get know each other more. I can travel, but that make it complicated maybe. Also, please no ask me about skype. My needs are real and skype is just frustrate as all I can do is watch and not use.
Of course, I am wanting fun and excitement, no drama or games. So if you want get to know me and convince me you can please my need, then I happy please you need of me. Also, guys like statistic so me 34C-26-34 body. All is me, no implant.
a few months later, out of the blue, Ajay called.
“My man is interested in taking you on,” he said. Perhaps sensing my confusion, he hastened to add, “Boxing! He saw on the web you’re fighting a little lighter. If you weigh in at 200 lbs or less, he’ll box you in 10 ounce gloves.”
“What,” I asked, “are we boxing for you?”
“Well, actually he wants to take you on the night before you guys box.”
“And your feelings about this, Ajay?”
“I have to tell you, you two are the most virile men I’ve ever been with, and I would love to see you two tussle in the boxing ring and in bed,” Ajay replied.
A few weeks later I went to Ajay’s place near the Tappan Zee bridge. It was early June, but unseasonably hot, and I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt.
When I arrived my prospective opponent was there already. Prakesh was 5’9” and was 180 lbs of pretty solid dark copper skinned South Asian muscle. He was actually older than me, four years older. He was almost bald, but he had a hairy torso. I knew from Ajay that his hairy body, and thick mustache, were seen as evidence of virility in Indian culture. He was wearing a thick white towel around his waist. The two of them watched me as I quickly stripped naked, and as soon as Ajay removed my black bikini underpants, Prakesh tossed away the towel.
I’m no slouch in the cock department, but Prakesh was hung. At least an inch longer and thicker than me, his cock blossomed to full erection as we eyed one another.
“Magnificent,” Prakesh exclaimed as he looked me over, “you will test me in the boxing ring tomorrow morning.” His voice was deep, with a pronounced accent. He ran his hands over my broad chest, fondled my biceps, and looked hungrily down at my dick, now every bit as hard as his. I flexed my biceps. “You must be remarkably virile.”
“You look like you’re some kind of man yourself,” I replied.
We were chest-to-chest.
“It has been my practice to drink a man’s semen when we initiate sex the first time. I like to taste my man. I can taste his virility, his stamina, his manly strength.”
“It won’t be necessary with you. Shall we go to the bedroom?”
Prakesh was a stickler for what he liked. It was part of being on top, I suppose. He made me kneel on the bed, ass up like I was getting a prostate exam.
“It is my practice and preference to take a man’s ass in this position. It confirms and reinforces my place in the bed,” he announced, gently but quickly working his cock into me.
“You know I’m going to fuck you, right?” I asked, gasping as he penetrated me deeply.
“Oh yes, yes indeed. Mutual sex is part of tonight’s pre-fight procedures,” with that, Prakesh started to fuck me. He gave me a rough ride, without any effort to stimulate me or even go easy on me once he started pounding it home. I stayed soft as he hammered me. Wasn’t that much fun getting that big dick rammed home!
Just before he came, Prakesh pulled out, ripped off the condom and ejaculated on my ass and lower back. “I mark you with the scent of my semen,” he said. “I ask that you allow me to be drenched in your semen when you climax.”
“If you like,” I replied.
I took Prakesh face to face. His ass was tight. Ajay later confided I was only the third man to fuck him (Ajay was a dedicated bottom). I took it easy on him and worked up to slamming him only when his cock was rebounding into hardness. I was on him a long time, and Prakesh splashed his second orgasm of the night onto me just before I pulled out and fired my load onto him.
I decided it was time for some of my legendary kissing. Bastard was quite the kisser himself. We rolled all over the bed, hands groping, fondling, probing, and kissed ardently, wantonly, expertly. The mingled smell of sweat and cum hung in the air. It didn’t take long before we were both pretty stiff again.
“Now it is my turn,” Prakesh said, slipping out of my arms.
He was even less gentle this time, fucking me roughly. Trying to make a point. He was a terrific fuck, but that wasn’t going to translate into the boxing ring!
I was rougher when it was my turn, too, taking him face down and riding Prakesh wildly. He knew that I was asserting my virility, and my physical strength, making my own point. He didn’t cum when I fucked him the second time.
We took a break. Ajay gave us both a nice rub down, and some tea. It was getting late when we returned to the bed. The third time, we fucked one another mercilessly, tearing up one another’s ass. I had to hand it to Prakesh, though. He’d cum four times with me, and he gave Ajay a short ride before we all turned in.
The next morning, Ajay drove us to a boxing gym over 30 miles away. We had the place to ourselves.
Prakesh and I stood in opposite corners. We had weighed in, nude, on the gym scale. I was 198 lbs., my opponent 179 lbs. We wore boxing boots and small, hard 10 oz. boxing gloves. Nothing else.
Ajay stood in the center of the ring.
“You have both agreed that you will box two minute rounds, with one minute rests, until one of you is counted out or gives up. The winner has the choice of fucking the loser there in the ring, or mutual 69 on each other with your gloves on. Come out fighting at the sound of the bell!"
Todo aquel que quiera acercarse y participar en un encuentro de entrenamiento/torneo, puede hacerlo este próximo sábado día 20 de septiembre.
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All in all, Chicago was a very pleasant experience. For a few reasons, it was a little bit of a smoother ride than New York. For one thing, I had a host the whole time, and I stayed in an actual apartment (not a hotel) in the middle of the city. Another thing that was great it that while it is a very large city, it was a lot easier to navigate around this time. Since all of the restaurants were close to me, I didn't have to wander around too far to get food, shop, or see sights. The food is unreal in Chicago (and New York City too!), and I didn't have any bad food on my trip. I went to a place called Epic Burger (the BEST burger and fries I ever had), Pei Wei (great Chinese food with some sushi), and a few other local places that had great food.
Meet-ups were a little easier to plan out, and I met up with three guys: Mike86 (my host, great guy, and I owe him a lot for letting me stay with him and buying my food), Chgo1980 (a smart guy who really knows his stuff on the ground), and Ilboxer (a really tough guy who throws punches as well as he takes them, and he taught me some new tricks). So, in New York, I learned a lot about myself as a person, and in Chicago, I learned a bit more about being a fighter. I made connections in both places as a person and a fighter, so I can go back to either place with the intention of brushing up my skills, or just to see some of the people I met while I was down there.
The two locales balanced out great, but I don't see myself traveling anywhere for a real long time. This little excursion was just what I needed, and now, as I sit here, writing this blog entry, I think back to my time on this trip (about 11 days in total), and I just can't help but smile. So much happened in those 11 days, and now I'm home, safe and sound. I ran up to my best friend last night, hugged him, and I never felt better. Sure the city is glamorous and vibrant, and a lot of people here in Goldsboro long for that type of lifestyle. Hell, I did too. But now that I've seen the grass on the other side, I can sleep soundly at night, knowing that the grass on my side is the greenest I have ever seen, and mine has cicadas and crickets singing their sweet lullaby softly all through the night.