Great to see a new installment of Soho - I've loved these stories for years. Wish this fight had lasted longer though; maybe the rematch did? Anyway, want to hear more from you!
Some of you may have seen my Soho series on another wrestling site. I have now dedicated myself to All fighters and will post a couple of stories for your approval.
Soho 20 follows on from my last contribution elsewhere.
Soho 20
When I was about 20 I was very big for my age, at 6.2 and about 280lbs. I had been wrestling at the Soho club for about 2 years. For those of you who are unaware the club was in Greek Street near to the junction with Soho Square. The year would be 1968. I had been approached to wrestle by a guy I met whilst weight training. His name was Bert, he was shorter than me at about 5.10, black brylcreemed hair,immensely broad and powerful. A sadistic wrestler in the ring, nice guy outside it.
I had fought about once a month for those two years losing a couple but winning most, the rules were that we fought in a ring, with a referee outside the ring, occasionally we had rounds, mostly we fought for about 30mins or until one submitted the match. The winner would then get sucked off or would fuck the loser. (naked kombat is not new!!!!) There was an audience of up to a 100 more often than not a bit less than that, they sat on armchairs and settess were waited on by naked and near naked waiters.
Being the size i was (and am) I would sometimes have difficulty in getting guys my size. One day Bert came to me and said they had a match for me against a black american serviceman stationed in the UK. That he was a bit older than me at 22yrs was my size at 20stone and had a good reputation following some wins in matches in Liverpool and Manchester.
On the night of the match I arrived at the club and went to the dressing room (there were two dressing rooms seperated by the ring area and up some stairs), there were windows in each of the rooms and you could see your opponent over the heads of those in the ring and the audience.
I looked across and saw my opponent whose name was lance, he was a big fucker massive trapezius muscles and muscular but well covered. He looked back at me and we eyed each other, he mouthed something I couldnt understand but clearly he relished the match ahead.
In the ring Bert was working on a guy called Lennie from Wales they had disposed of their tunks and Bert had him in a fig 4. Lennie looked beat and after a few seconds submitted the match, Bert let go the fig 4 slipped behind him on the mat, wanked himself hard and started to give lennie a rough fucking. Soon it was all over Bert stood, his hard cock now starting to drop as the cum dropped from his knob end, Lennie laid face down legs apart, fucked.
It was now my turn and I put on my black woollen trunks and calf length boots before placing a towel over my shoulder and walking to the ring.
Lance was there before me and stood in his corner waiting. He was wearing White nylon trunks and white boots. awful today but trendy in the 60s!
As soon as i entered the ref, from outside the ring introduced us and told us to wrstle, no handshakes or messing about we clashed mid ring and I hit lance a hard open handed shot to the guts, he grunted and double an I followed up with a short kick also to the stomach.
Lance was winded and I decided to go for a quick win, as he was doubled over i elbowed him on the back of his head and he fell to the floor face down and out, I stepped behind him removd his trunks and then my own, I was still flacid and wanked myself hard before slipping my cock between his cheeks and probing his arse, he started to stir so I punched him in the back to keep him quiet, I told him to raise his arse to receive my now swollen prick, he was disorientated but did as he was told and i entered him and rode him once my cock had entered him. It hurt and i had him calling out in pain whilst i fucked him hard. I shot my load after about two minutes and left him i the ring.
Although i won fair and square Lance was aggreived after the match and wanted a re match which we had a couple of weeks later. That as they say, is another story.
Tyger (106)
2/24/2011 7:25 PMGreat to see a new installment of Soho - I've loved these stories for years. Wish this fight had lasted longer though; maybe the rematch did? Anyway, want to hear more from you!
The Troll (0)
2/24/2011 5:19 PMSome of you may have seen my Soho series on another wrestling site. I have now dedicated myself to All fighters and will post a couple of stories for your approval.
Soho 20 follows on from my last contribution elsewhere.
Soho 20
When I was about 20 I was very big for my age, at 6.2 and about 280lbs. I had been wrestling at the Soho club for about 2 years. For those of you who are unaware the club was in Greek Street near to the junction with Soho Square. The year would be 1968. I had been approached to wrestle by a guy I met whilst weight training. His name was Bert, he was shorter than me at about 5.10, black brylcreemed hair,immensely broad and powerful. A sadistic wrestler in the ring, nice guy outside it.
I had fought about once a month for those two years losing a couple but winning most, the rules were that we fought in a ring, with a referee outside the ring, occasionally we had rounds, mostly we fought for about 30mins or until one submitted the match. The winner would then get sucked off or would fuck the loser. (naked kombat is not new!!!!) There was an audience of up to a 100 more often than not a bit less than that, they sat on armchairs and settess were waited on by naked and near naked waiters.
Being the size i was (and am) I would sometimes have difficulty in getting guys my size. One day Bert came to me and said they had a match for me against a black american serviceman stationed in the UK. That he was a bit older than me at 22yrs was my size at 20stone and had a good reputation following some wins in matches in Liverpool and Manchester.
On the night of the match I arrived at the club and went to the dressing room (there were two dressing rooms seperated by the ring area and up some stairs), there were windows in each of the rooms and you could see your opponent over the heads of those in the ring and the audience.
I looked across and saw my opponent whose name was lance, he was a big fucker massive trapezius muscles and muscular but well covered. He looked back at me and we eyed each other, he mouthed something I couldnt understand but clearly he relished the match ahead.
In the ring Bert was working on a guy called Lennie from Wales they had disposed of their tunks and Bert had him in a fig 4. Lennie looked beat and after a few seconds submitted the match, Bert let go the fig 4 slipped behind him on the mat, wanked himself hard and started to give lennie a rough fucking. Soon it was all over Bert stood, his hard cock now starting to drop as the cum dropped from his knob end, Lennie laid face down legs apart, fucked.
It was now my turn and I put on my black woollen trunks and calf length boots before placing a towel over my shoulder and walking to the ring.
Lance was there before me and stood in his corner waiting. He was wearing White nylon trunks and white boots. awful today but trendy in the 60s!
As soon as i entered the ref, from outside the ring introduced us and told us to wrstle, no handshakes or messing about we clashed mid ring and I hit lance a hard open handed shot to the guts, he grunted and double an I followed up with a short kick also to the stomach.
Lance was winded and I decided to go for a quick win, as he was doubled over i elbowed him on the back of his head and he fell to the floor face down and out, I stepped behind him removd his trunks and then my own, I was still flacid and wanked myself hard before slipping my cock between his cheeks and probing his arse, he started to stir so I punched him in the back to keep him quiet, I told him to raise his arse to receive my now swollen prick, he was disorientated but did as he was told and i entered him and rode him once my cock had entered him. It hurt and i had him calling out in pain whilst i fucked him hard. I shot my load after about two minutes and left him i the ring.
Although i won fair and square Lance was aggreived after the match and wanted a re match which we had a couple of weeks later. That as they say, is another story.