"I have a surprise for you."
That was the mysterious message that greeted me via email after a rather difficult Thursday at work.
It had come from my occasional messy wrestling opponent Andy. We hadn't had any contact for several weeks as was usually the case, so the message itself was quite a surprise.
"Can you meet me here at 6.30pm on Saturday? You'll love it!"
A little bit short notice but after several rather pathetic attempts to extract information from him I gave up and made arrangements to meet.
Given what our previous meetings have been like my brain was going through all kinds of fantastic scenarios. Some probably too impossible to consider but nevertheless it was an exciting prospect and I couldn't wait to find out.
Saturday afternoon took an eternity to arrive. When it did I eagerly drove the two hour journey to Andy's house still pondering what was in-store and whether I should have brought anything just in case.
I arrived at 5.30pm having probably broken several speed limits. Unintentionally of course.
I pulled up outside the house and looked over at the garage that had housed our previous messy wrestling activities. I smiled to myself at the memories and had hoped to see some activity in a poor attempt at finding out the surprise. There didn't appear to be anything happening.
Andy opened his front door and exclaimed how eager I was before we greeted each other and went inside.
We exchanged pleasantries as I sat in the soft armchair with my coffee, still prying as to the surprise he had promised.
"We are going on a little trip." he offered as compensation for not giving much away.
We changed the subject and chatted about, well, nothing really until it came time to go.
The forty-five minute car journey consisted of us talking about our past wrestling fun and ideas for future matches that were quite honestly turning me on. All the while I was trying to ascertain our destination from the passing sign posts.
It wasn't long until we were driving down the busy promenade of a seaside town. The glittering lights of arcades and entertainment destinations were dancing happily and clearly visible in the evening summer sun.
We turned down a small side road and several back streets later we pulled up and parked.
My heart was now starting to pump faster and a nervous excitement began to develop. We both exited the car and walked for a while before turning down an alley way next to a large brick building.
The alley was in shadow and litter lined the pathway. It was quite a contrast to the shimmering sea front faΓ§ade.
We stopped about halfway and Andy pulled open a heavy door that was almost hidden in the evening shadows. As we stepped in there was a smell of damp and the walls seriously needed some plaster and a paint job.
The flickering tube light hummed and clicked as it barely lit our way to a flight of stairs heading down to another door with an old metal pass-code lock system.
I half expected to see a dead body or something but was just from watching too many movies and TV crime shows.
As we closed in on the door there was the distinct rhythmic thump of some dance track coming from the other side. Andy reached out and pressed several of the faded numbers on the hard metal keypad. There was a click and Andy turned the handle and opened the door.
The first thing that hit me was the music volume and the slight smokiness that filled the air. Although not incredibly loud the music dominated the room but that was quickly joined by the noise of cheers and clapping.
Then my surprise became evident.
In the middle of the room under two bright ceiling spotlights were 6 guys wearing just speedos or shorts spaced around a mud wrestling ring.
It was clearly a home made attempt and had padded edging that was covered by a huge plastic sheet. The ropes were wrapped around poles at each corner and drooped unevenly around the one foot deep pit.
I stood staring in awe as two other guys were wrestling around in a thick brown clay that must've been a couple of inches deep in places.
The wrestling was more of a slower and more erotic pace but their bodies were still straining against each other and from the large bulges in their speedos they were clearly enjoying every second.
Then one of the guys got the better of the other and reached into his opponents speedos and pulled out his erect cock which he quickly started wanking.
The onlookers cheered but the exposed guy pushed away and almost embarrassingly returned his cock to the inside of his speedos and crawled sheepishly into the corner of the pit.
"What do you think?" Andy asked.
"Unbelievable!" I said almost lost for words.
I couldn't really believe what I was seeing. I stood in a dream like trance until it was interrupted by the music making way for a voice over the speakers.
"Gentlemen. Show your appreciation for Brad and Tony." the voice bellowed.
"Although I think Brad was appreciated a little too much for his liking." joked the voice.
I smiled as the other six guys laughed and the two in the pit clumsily stepped over the ropes and made their way to a door which I hoped contained a shower.
At that point I noticed that one of the guys was sitting on a bar stool and had a wireless microphone. He was obviously a body builder and was barely covered by the black speedos he was sporting.
He glanced over to Andy and myself.
I felt like I had been spotted doing something wrong as he got off his bar stool and made his way around the pit towards us.
"Guys! We have Andy with us tonight!" he announced to the whole room.
I tried not to stare as he walked up to Andy and shook his hand firmly.
"Glad you could make it." he said genuinely.
He then turned to me while still speaking to Andy.
"Is this the guy you were telling us about?" he said offering his hand.
"It certainly is." Andy confirmed as he slapped me on the back.
I was introduced and shook Simon's hand.
"Telling us about?" I looked at Andy
"Oh yes!" Simon revealed.
"We've been very excited to hear of your exploits with Andy."
"Wonderful." I said a little nervously.
"Hope you enjoy the evening my friend."
Simon walked back to the pit as the others were greeting Andy and then moved to greet me.
I shook hands with a couple but the next two I recognised.
"Hows it going mate?" one said as he took my hand.
I realised it was the two guys that had watched me and Andy that crazy but amazing afternoon in his garage and later learned their names were Pete and Doug.
"Bet you couldn't take on this lot like you did us three." he said loudly clearly remembering the outcome of that match.