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I was 18 years old and was just learning about my own body and my friend invited me for a sleepover. I was somewhat skinny at that age being 5 9 and weighing 140 pounds. My friend was a little taller then me and he weighed about 175. we had been watching professional wrestling so he suggested we do some wrestling together, I didn’t really feel like I could disagree with him since I was his house. Since we had been swimming in his pool, and we were still wearing our swimming trunks and we didn’t have a shirt on.

At the time, his parents were not home and we were the only ones there so we started wrestling and it was pretty obvious right away that he was much stronger than me. I ended up struggling for a few minutes before he was on top of me, pinning me down on top of me. He was kind of teasing me telling me I was weak when all of a sudden he looked down in my shorts and saw that my cock was hard telling me that I must be a fag at that point I was really embarrassed, and I didn’t know what to say because like I said I was just learning my body, but I knew that it felt really nice to have him next to me. I was so shocked I didn’t say anything right away, and my face was red so he took that to me and that I was a fag. Then he took his cock out and it was right in front of my face. I asked him to get off me and he said I’m not gonna get off until you kiss me dick and I said please I am not a
Fag and then he stuck his cock in my face, he wouldn’t stop. He grabbed my ear really hard and he said open your mouth faggot and I was scared and I did and shoved his cock in my mouth and said suck my cock fag so I did that. Needless to say we wrestled again and again, and I was hooked.

More come if enjoyed hearing about this encounter.

My first encounter in which I tested myself occured in 3rd grade in which I fought a boy on the playground.

I would like to remember a decisive victory for me but sadly it was not the case.

As I squared off against the other boy we were roughly the same size but he had already gained a reputation for being a scrapper … I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit scared because I was. He accused me of being a coward and pushed me back telling me that I was too chicken to do anything about it. The mized crowd was excited to see the fight and I felt like I couldn’t back down and then pushed him (or tried to) back when he punched me right in the mouth and I fell backward onto the ground. He immediate jumped on top of me straddling my chest and started smacking me across my face until a teacher came to break it up.

As I picked myself up I saw the girl that I had the hugest crush on had watched the fight and was congratulating my opponent for so easily beating me. I was so humiliated. I think this scarred me going forward.

Another tale to come if you like this one.

For someone who has very little experience in combat situations, I am drawn to situations in which I need to test myself against another man to see which man’s physical abilities and willpower are better.

The uncertainty in which I place myself potentially at the mercy of another man who has beaten me physically and mentally is very exciting … to feel our bodies struggling against each other is captivating to say the least.

The ultimate test, to have a battle to determine who will top the other. To be placed in a situation where my opponent has beat me and is now taking me is the ultimate price for testing myself.

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