One year after the match lost vs my younger cousin, a new match vs a younger & smaller boy

gegcatch (0)

3/07/2023 10:15 PM

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It was a year after that cousin fight. The summer of my 14 years. In camp on the Atlantic coast. Feeling bad about myself with the 14 year olds who only thought about flirting with the group of girls of the same age, I frequented the 13 year olds who were still a bit like kids or I quickly made friends with a nice boy who, like me, spoke often prowrestling matches seen on tv in the previous months. We had found each other...
....and had found a scheme to be alone together in the dormitory for a slot of 5 to 10 minutes, about one day out of three, to exchange a few submission holds that were quickly botched due to the lapse of time, a little too short that we had and the "ring" a little too small that was one of our 80 cm wide beds. I dominated 55 to 60% of these short struggles thanks to my 14-year-old body, which was superior to his still somewhat boyish 13-year-old body. However, he held me back and said he could do much better with a little more time and space for these confrontations.
Towards the end of the stay the animators take us to play collective games in a dune area. And once these group games are over, we are left free for 1 hour. I immediately suggest that we move away as much as possible to find a dune just for the two us, quiet, where we can make THE decisive MATCH which will be more valuable than all the previous ones because of the much better combat conditions we have: time and space In addition, you can wear simple swimming trunks, whereas in the dormitory you had to keep shorts.. T-shirt and shoes.
For 5 to 10 minutes the fight is balanced. Then I managed to put him in a classic headlock on the ground. I often beat him like that on the bed. Except that there, on the sand...bare-chested...he does to me the trick of those rare pro wrestlers who get out of this hold by doing little jerks...little undulations of the body allowing them, little to little, to slip the head out of the arm of the opponent. Where the hell did he learn to reproduce this trick that few pro wrestlers master? Time to be surprised and he jumps on me very quickly, applying the same hold on me while I'm on my stomach. I let him take a little enjoy from dominating, feeling that I have the physical means to get out of it...probably more in strength and power than in subtle maneuvers like him. But whatever, I'm going to eject it and regain control. Except that after a minute, when I decide to react...I notice with horror that I have a terrible hard-on...my cock coming out of my small speedo and the tip ending up on the hot sand...which increases the excitement. No question of surpassing the hold and regaining the upper hand with the penis stretched to the max and half exhibited out of the little swimsuit. I feel like I'm stuck. He must have perceived my sudden weakness.....because he squeezed the grip harder, which resulted in...suddenly causing all the jute to rise....and there....stunned...without he knows what's going on, I spit my cum under my belly in the sand. He asks me twice: "so minus……are you really giving up? " Surprised that he gave me a somewhat pejorative qualifier, which he had never done before, I heard myself answer with great dismay "yes... I surrender". Without letting go and in a tone that was both enthusiastic and a little mocking, he said: "Is that sure? Are you giving up? Do you recognize that of the two of us, I'm the best wrestler?" "Yes yes ok I answer".... He insists "So say it.......say that I am the best...the final winner !..."OK, OK you are the best wrestler.. ..you have won the decisive match! " He releases the hold saying a couple of unpleasant words "you weren't very brilliant, the tall 14-year-old boy.. in fact I beat you easy"
I can't answer anything except to claim an impossible rematch since the camp ends the next day and we're heading each other to very distant cities. I lie flat on my stomach, pretending to be tired and exhausted. There is no question of moving until " dickie" has resumed his place in the bathing trunks and the sand that has drunk my cum , didn't dry up. My opponent takes the opportunity to put a foot on my back. I guess he is raising his arms .. enjoying the moment. Then he says "it's time to join the group.... .. " . He picks up our 2 t-shirts and throws mine at me with a gesture that is both violent and contemptuous, saying . "here .. here are your clothes....shabby boy." Then he leaves leaving me still lying on the belly that I can finally take off from the ground where the dune sand has absorbed everything .... erasing all traces of my misfortuneThe evening that followed just like the next day then as we prepared to leave, we both smoked a little cold. I didn't blame him for having beaten me (somehow this orgasm had given me a strong and intense pleasure) but for his change of attitude as soon as he forced me to give up. Especially since he continued in the same tone, slightly contemptuous, mocking and condescending. For my part, I could not admit what had hindered me and prevented me from freeing myself and continuing the fight. No doubt I had disappointed this boy not to have put up much better resistance to give up so pathetically. In any case, I could not invoke the slightest excuse or justification. I could therefore only recognize my status as an overrated opponent before revealing itself to be rather weak despite his age and size and, in any case, easy to defeat and crush.

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Norwayman (0)

3/11/2023 10:20 AM

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Nice story ;What was your size difference ?
I lost against a 14 year old when i was 17-18. I was much taller then him 🙈 i felt so humiliated after

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gegcatch (0)

3/11/2023 6:33 PM

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Don t remember precise sizes and weights but for sure i was a bit taller and heavier (1.5 inches and 4 or 5 lbs)

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gegcatch (0)

3/07/2023 10:12 PM

It was a year after that cousin fight. The summer of my 14 years. In camp on the Atlantic coast. Feeling bad about myself with the 14 year olds who only thought about flirting with the group of girls of the same age, I frequented the 13 year olds who were still a bit like kids or I quickly made friends with a nice boy who, like me, spoke often prowrestling matches seen on tv in the previous months. We had found each other...
....and had found a scheme to be alone together in the dormitory for a slot of 5 to 10 minutes, about one day out of three, to exchange a few submission holds that were quickly botched due to the lapse of time, a little too short that we had and the "ring" a little too small that was one of our 80 cm wide beds. I dominated 55 to 60% of these short struggles thanks to my 14-year-old body, which was superior to his still somewhat boyish 13-year-old body. However, he held me back and said he could do much better with a little more time and space for these confrontations.
Towards the end of the stay the animators take us to play collective games in a dune area. And once these group games are over, we are left free for 1 hour. I immediately suggest that we move away as much as possible to find a dune just for the two us, quiet, where we can make THE decisive MATCH which will be more valuable than all the previous ones because of the much better combat conditions we have: time and space In addition, you can wear simple swimming trunks, whereas in the dormitory you had to keep shorts.. T-shirt and shoes.
For 5 to 10 minutes the fight is balanced. Then I managed to put him in a classic headlock on the ground. I often beat him like that on the bed. Except that there, on the sand...bare-chested...he does to me the trick of those rare pro wrestlers who get out of this hold by doing little jerks...little undulations of the body allowing them, little to little, to slip the head out of the arm of the opponent. Where the hell did he learn to reproduce this trick that few pro wrestlers master? Time to be surprised and he jumps on me very quickly, applying the same hold on me while I'm on my stomach. I let him take a little enjoy from dominating, feeling that I have the physical means to get out of it...probably more in strength and power than in subtle maneuvers like him. But whatever, I'm going to eject it and regain control. Except that after a minute, when I decide to react...I notice with horror that I have a terrible hard-on...my cock coming out of my small speedo and the tip ending up on the hot sand...which increases the excitement. No question of surpassing the hold and regaining the upper hand with the penis stretched to the max and half exhibited out of the little swimsuit. I feel like I'm stuck. He must have perceived my sudden weakness.....because he squeezed the grip harder, which resulted in...suddenly causing all the jute to rise....and there....stunned...without he knows what's going on, I spit my cum under my belly in the sand. He asks me twice: "so minus……are you really giving up? " Surprised that he gave me a somewhat pejorative qualifier, which he had never done before, I heard myself answer with great dismay "yes... I surrender". Without letting go and in a tone that was both enthusiastic and a little mocking, he said: "Is that sure? Are you giving up? Do you recognize that of the two of us, I'm the best wrestler?" "Yes yes ok I answer".... He insists "So say it.......say that I am the best...the final winner !..."OK, OK you are the best wrestler.. ..you have won the decisive match! " He releases the hold saying a couple of unpleasant words "you weren't very brilliant, the tall 14-year-old boy.. in fact I beat you easy"
I can't answer anything except to claim an impossible rematch since the camp ends the next day and we're heading each other to very distant cities. I lie flat on my stomach, pretending to be tired and exhausted. There is no question of moving until " dickie" has resumed his place in the bathing trunks and the sand that has drunk my cum , didn't dry up. My opponent takes the opportunity to put a foot on my back. I guess he is raising his arms .. enjoying the moment. Then he says "it's time to join the group.... .. " . He picks up our 2 t-shirts and throws mine at me with a gesture that is both violent and contemptuous, saying . "here .. here are your clothes....shabby boy." Then he leaves leaving me still lying on the belly that I can finally take off from the ground where the dune sand has absorbed everything .... erasing all traces of my misfortuneThe evening that followed just like the next day then as we prepared to leave, we both smoked a little cold. I didn't blame him for having beaten me (somehow this orgasm had given me a strong and intense pleasure) but for his change of attitude as soon as he forced me to give up. Especially since he continued in the same tone, slightly contemptuous, mocking and condescending. For my part, I could not admit what had hindered me and prevented me from freeing myself and continuing the fight. No doubt I had disappointed this boy not to have put up much better resistance to give up so pathetically. In any case, I could not invoke the slightest excuse or justification. I could therefore only recognize my status as an overrated opponent before revealing itself to be rather weak despite his age and size and, in any case, easy to defeat and crush.

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