Be careful what you wish for!
You probably know the rest of the saying. And yes, sometimes you do get it.
I have been extremely lucky so far to have been able to indulge in what was once just a fantasy.
Messy male erotic wrestling.
I have had the pleasure of wrestling in a wondrous variety of substances and meeting a terrific selection of guys of all shapes, sizes and ages that share a similar fantasy.
Not so long ago I was going through a month long hiatus from the wrestling scene that happens every now and then.
At work this particularly wet day, I received a text message from a guy I had chatted to several months prior.
After agreeing to meet it had unfortunately fell through.
We had talked about various experiences and he seemed a little in awe at the matches I had taken part in and the things I had wrestled in and we would often throw ideas around and hope to meet up.
We established that we would begin with a simple and easy to clean up erotic oil match. Always good fun and a huge turn on.
Unfortunately as I mentioned earlier this never came to pass.
It came as a complete surprise to me that this particular day he was going to be passing near to my place of work on his way to a job and wondered if I was available for a rather impromptu oil match.
He totally understood if I was busy at such short notice and just took a chance.
I vaguely remembered our chats and a photo of him that if memory served was a rather well built guy that I thought would be fun to wrestle.
But then who cared? Who was I to pass up the chance to have a bit of fun, especially when it wasn't expected.
After a quick calculation of hours worked, travel time and the rest we agreed to meet at a nearby motorway service station that included a Day's Inn hotel at around 2pm.
From 10am until 2pm seemed to take an eternity and in the back of my mind I was expecting a cancellation text that I'm afraid is all too common at times.
Eventually it came time to make my short journey to our meeting place. That's when my phone went off. My heart started to sink as I saw that I had a message from my new opponent.
My temporary depression was lifted by the message that he was already there and was sorting things out.
As usual it felt like my heart could be seen beating under my coat, feeling as if everyone I walked past knew why I was there and what I was about to do.
I entered the hotel and slipped past the empty reception booth to the room that had been designated.
With a deep breath I knocked on the door. For some reason making sure I had the right one after I had knocked.
It's always with a smile to myself when I look back at the events that unfolded that day and I was in for two surprises.
The door opened several inches and a large face appeared in the gap.
"Hi. I'm Martin" I said fearing I had got the wrong door even after checking 20 times.
"Oh hi." Mike said swinging the door open.
So many thoughts entered my mind as I laid eyes on my new opponent and the one that I remember most is that no one will believe me when I tell them.
Two words came to mind at that time. Fuck and me.
The door opened and I was confronted with what I could only describe as a 36 year old barbarian, a very wet one in a small hotel towel that never seems to cover much when I'm wearing one let alone someone of this guys stature. He was certainly well built and not what I had expected.
Although around the same height as me his body had been down the gym and had probably lived there for a while.
How was I going to compete with that? I'm sure that wasn't the picture I had seen some months ago. On strength alone I was on to a loser.
And yes you can call me shallow but the towel barely wrapped around his lower half and bulged nicely where it needed to, causing myself to start growing and my thoughts to momentarily wander.
This was surprise number one.
I stepped inside the room quickly and made some lame joke about did I have the right door before seeing the bed on its end and the mattress on the floor covered by a large blue plastic sheet. One thing I didn't notice was any oil. I thought nothing of it and turned as Mike shut and locked the door.
"Hope you don't mind but I thought I would shower and get things ready."
"Not at all." I replied. It's always nice to deal with such efficiency.
We exchanged a few pleasantries and he apologised for missing our last arrangement.
We then spoke briefly about any rules and no-go areas and the forfeit for the loser before
I headed for the shower as I was eager to get started and see what was under that damn towel.
I entered the room with my own little towel to artificial light and closed curtains.
"Are we ready?" he said.
"Ready to kick my ass? Sure!" I replied jokingly.
He laughed and pulled his towel away and reached into a supermarket carrier bag that lay on the floor next to him.
His cock was impressive and starting to twitch. It was quite thick and would make an easy target. Maybe that was his weakness.
As he straightened up he revealed surprise number two. Not a bottle of baby oil but an enormous 5 litre bottle of vegetable oil.
Granted it may not be that much of a surprise to some but at the time it was the last thing I was expecting.
I dropped my own towel and with my heart starting to thump again I stepped on to the uneven mattress and plastic sheet.
Mike stepped forward while removing the seal from the bottle and threw it back towards the carrier bag.
We faced each other and without a word he popped the cap on the bottle and started pouring oil over my shoulders. It's coldness took my breath for a second but Mike's large hands were quick to follow. I looked down and admired his hands on my oily skin. He wasn't rough but he wasn't gentle either in making sure he felt my shoulders, chest and abs. He poured more oil over my abs. It ran down over my quickly hardening cock and my legs before dripping on to the plastic sheet.
I couldn't help but moan a little and close my eyes as he paid brief attention to my cock before sliding his hand between my legs and cupping my hairless balls and squeezing slightly.
By now I was ready to grab the oil and just pour the rest over him and start getting tangled up in his slippery body.
He moved behind me and I took another deep breath as the cold oil hit my back.
He must've put the bottle down and knelt as I could feel both his hands around my back and gliding over my ass. One hand slid easily between my ass cheeks then down through my legs, pressing my balls before grabbing my cock.
I looked down to see my cock being wanked almost from nowhere with incredible lubrication. It had been too long since I had done this and I had to force myself out of the moment before I got too carried away.
I turned towards Mike as I wanted my turn with the oil. He remained on his knees and passed the oil up to me. I started by pouring it over his shoulders watching it cascade over his tanned skin. I moved a little, standing carefully to the side to avoid shoving my cock in his face.
Something I wouldn't have thought twice of under different circumstances. By now the plastic was way too oily to be standing safely so I gently lowered my self to my knees making sure I made contact with Mike's body.
I slithered around him, rubbing oil over his seemingly hard but soft body.
His large shoulders and arms seemed out of place in my hands but I was enjoying his body.
Again I moved sliding against him and poured some oil over his now erect uncut cock. The bottle swapped hands and I got my first handful of his cock. It wasn't as long as I had wrestled before but it was thick and felt gorgeous smothered in oil. I gave it a few meaningful strokes as I watched hi eyes close and enjoy the feeling. I was already curious at what the oil would taste like and if nothing else I was going to make sure I tasted it with his cock in my mouth.
The last drips of the bottle fell over his back and ass before being cast aside in the direction of the carrier bag.
We slid apart ready to start our match.
Mike moved first. We met in the centre and locked together. The oil was amazingly slippery and his strength was overwhelming. I was quickly on my back with his body pressing on mine.
I'm not weak by any means but he had power without being heavy handed or rough and my hands were soon being held above my head with one hand as his body slid further up mine.
I barely caught a glimpse of his cock before his balls covered my mouth and his thick cock was tapping my face.
He didn't sit on my chest thank good but made sure he was low enough to use his cock. Before I could think about moving his hand was purposefully squeezing at my ball sack and slapping my cock.
