“So you met him at the gym?” I hadn’t met anyone at the gym, I didn’t really pay much attention to the other guys there I guess. “I don’t know, he had some skill, I was just better I guess.” This wasn’t said with any kind of ego, for Charlie it was just a fact. “Yeah he was, he had a great body.” I agreed. “Just”, he answered, “he had a class in the morning… and I told him about the “no sleep over” thing” It was another of my rules, I couldn’t have stopped him having sex even if I had wanted to but I thought at 17 I should set some limits.
He was wearing just the square cut briefs he had wrestled in, his curly brown hair was still sweaty and stuck to his forehead and neck in messy chunks. “Your friend gone?” I asked as he sat down at the foot of the bed. I dozed off after I was finished jacking off, Charlie knocking on my door asking if I was still awake woke me, I sat up on my bed and he came in grinning from ear to ear obviously having just enjoyed himself with starts with an M.
I had resigned myself to the fact that Charlie was sexually active, a very horny 17 year old really, but I was vigilant about making sure he was always safe. I was sporting a pretty major boner myself so I headed to my bedroom to take care of it making sure to check that there were condoms still left in a basket on a shelf as I left the basement. It was obvious what was going to happen next, Charlie was going to take his prize so I stood up and left them to it. I contemplated saying no but I knew Charlie liked it when I watched him fight and truthfully it was super-hot watching 2 fit lads going at it, the Asian kid was really good looking and since I wasn’t going to be doing any wrestling myself watching some live action was the next best thing. They had met at the gym, something with an M had been a wrestler in high school (he was in college now) and when Charlie told him about our “dungeon” he was excited to come over and “workout”. After a quick introduction he asked if I would like to come watch them wrestle in the basement.
I was prone on the couch with a drink and a movie when Charlie came home with the Asian boy, Matt or something with an M. I had been looking forward to a quiet night home after a particularly stressful week at work. Combined with his curly brown hair, great smile and confident devil may care, impish personality my son was quite the looker, was very popular with the boys and had no trouble finding partners, wrestling or otherwise. He previous lean definition had thickened and he now possessed an impressive set of shoulders, a firm defined chest, a set of abs that only the young can achieve while still eating butter and potato chips and biceps that became baseball sized when he bent his arms. He had also begun to fill out quite a bit. He had grown a good chunk in the last couple of months and now stood about half a foot taller than my 5 feet 7 inches, a fact he was inordinately proud of. I smiled as I watched Charlie from his position astride his victim preening and flexing knowing that I was looking on and giving me a show. Charlie dominated the poor kid, ringing out a number of submissions, the arm bar being the final one. His opponent this evening was a young Asian kid, couple of years older than Charlie with a ripped toned body and a wrestling background but he hadn’t managed to even get Charlie in trouble the entire match. Charlie was a great wrestler, technically he was sound he had built up an impressive set of fundamentals from our regular sparing sessions and in BJJ classes, he was flexible and strong, great balance and center of gravity and was tenacious and determined to win every time he got on the mat.
I watched from the corner of the dungeon as my son released his hold on the arm and climbed on top of his beaten opponent, school boy pinning him to the sweat soaked mat in our basement.
The free hand of the prone teenager instantly tapped a submission as he yelped “I give I give” frantically, completely beaten in Charlie’s textbook armbar. Charlie In The RingĬharlie’s hairy legs pressed tight against his opponent’s chest and neck as he held the other boys arm, thrust up with his hips and pulled down on the wrist.