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By David Rider (Anon address)

A lot of gay guys are into wrestling. My college roommate was; the body contact turned him on and I guess that motivation contributed to his success on the wrestling team. That was before Nautilus machines, and he and his teammates used to use each other as live weight for exercises, partly because wrestlers have to be able to withstand their opponents' weight without crumpling.
I'll never forget the first night he asked me to help him out with exercises in our dorm room while we were lounging around in our jockey shorts. Ray was well over six feet and very muscular, and when I jumped astride his back as he bent over to do the "donkey" calf exercise I could feel his muscles moving between my bare thighs as he rose up and down on his toes. But what was really wild was when I mounted his shoulders, (per his request) straddling the back of his powerful neck with my legs gripping his sides and my feet tucked behind his back, while he did squats and then lunges, going forward with each leg in turn.
I always loved riding piggyback when I was a kid, and this was really no different, and those strong neck muscles moving in my crotch were an incredible turn on for some reason. In no time I had a hard on. Fortunately he loved being straddled, and he didn't mind my being turned on.
This usually led to a lot of fun, as you can imagine. One of the times I remember best was when I visited Ray during the summer at his folks' beach house. The evening I arrived he had two other friends already there. One I knew: Rocky was a heavily-muscled Italian, a member of Ray's wrestling team with thick, curly black hair that contrasted sharply with Ray's blond good looks.
Rocky's friend Chip was younger, just a freshman, and a lot smaller. He turned out to be a runner and a gymnast, and his nice compact build looked good in his white Speedos, but he was even shorter than I. I lost no time in stripping to my own Speedos, pulling them up so that the smooth nylon felt nice and tight; I was into swimming and horseback riding and liked the way my lean, taut body looked and felt in the brief blue swimsuit. I followed the others out to the private beach and in no time we were in the water horsing around-literally.
Ray and I knew what we liked, so it was no surprise when he dove down behind me, grabbed my hips, ducked his head between my thighs, and pressed his neck up into my crotch, standing up with me riding his shoulders. I really loved it, and it was my good luck that he felt the same way. Chip stared for a moment, watching me wriggling into position, centering my weight astride Ray, and gripping his sides with my legs as Ray jumped around a bit beneath me. "Hey, that looks like fun," he finally, yelled. "How about a chicken fight?"
Rocky was certainly willing. He bent his knees a bit, and Chip put his hands on the big bodybuilder's shoulders and vaulted quickly astride his neck, tucked his feet behind Rocky's back like an experienced shoulder jockey, and was ready to attack. I really liked the way he looked astride Rocky's neck, but I had little time to admire his riding form before Rocky and Ray plowed into each other, and Chip and I started trying to unseat each other. Ray and Rocky wrapped muscled arms around our legs as we struggled, and as I managed to trap Chip in a brief headlock, Ray's hands moved up to grip my thighs, pressing them tighter astride his neck.
As Chip and I tried to twist each other off our mounts' shoulders, Chip grabbed me in a bear hug, which forced Ray and Rocky to slam into each other in order to keep their balance, chest-to-chest and basket-to-basket. We were all laughing like crazy, but I became aware of the two wrestlers' motion below, muscle grinding against muscle and crotch against crotch.
As Ray and I we finally pulled free in the shallow surf, with both riders still astride, I noticed that Rocky's bull meat was beginning to make a very noticeable bulge in his black Speedos. In fact, it was clearly on its way straight up and beginning to fight the pressure of the drawstring. In seconds the four of us were at it again, with the slap of hands and arms mixing with the thud of Rocky's and Ray's sturdy bodies bumping into each other again and again.
I couldn't help noticing that Rocky's cock was getting really big and hard, even beginning to work its way up and out of his Speedos. Chip grabbed my hair, but even as I yelled "Foul!" my impatience for Ray to move in closer made me thrust my hips forward against the back of his head, and it had the effect it always does: I was getting hard as hell.
At this point Ray and Rocky tripped over each other's feet and the four of us were dunked. But not for long- by common consent, Chip and I switched mounts, both of us springing to our "horses'" shoulders.
"You feel good up there," Rocky told me.
"I feel GREAT up here," I replied, settling in astride his muscular neck, and noticing that I could just barely feel the bristle of his curly hair through my thin Speedos. But we were at it again. By this time it was clear that Chip, too, was getting a hard on.
Watching this compact, well-built boy jockeying Ray's shoulders with his growing boner coming into view with every bounce added to my own excitement, but it wasn't long before we were floundering again in the surf. By now we were all hard. I suspect this was a new experience for Chip, but kids his age are easily turned on, and he was staring more and more at my own hard on, which had found its way over the top of my Speedos and had begun making an appearance among Rocky's black curls as I rode him.
Ray said, "Let's get out of these suits. I want to feel you guys riding us bareback!"
That was all I needed to hear to put the finishing touches on my hard on. Rocky ducked between Chip's bare thighs just as I felt Ray's neck rise into my own bare crotch, and in no time we were mounted again, hot naked jockeys astride our powerful, equally excited mounts.
Their excitement made Ray and Rocky a bit unsteady, and Chip and I had to grab our "horses" heads and grip squeeze our thighs tightly astride their necks to keep our seats. Chip grabbed a handful of Rocky's hair even as I pulled Ray's head back against my hot rod. Our balls, now resting naked on our mounts' backs, were tickled by their hair, and again I felt Ray's strong hands gripping my thighs.
It wasn't much of a fight. The "horses'" cocks were bobbing in and out of the water, Ray's the longest, but Rocky's thicker and heavily veined. Chip and I were very excited too, but I had ridden Ray like this before and decided I wanted a little variety. "Let's switch mounts again!" I suggested. Chip was all for it, and quickly jumped off Rocky's shoulders.
I swung one bare leg around so that I was straddling one of Ray's thick shoulders, and he raised his arm to press against my back, which pushed my crotch tight up against his neck and my cock against his ear. Then he let me slide down his arm to dismount. Chip jumped quickly on Ray's shoulders, wiggling delightedly into position, but I mounted Rocky the way I had dismounted from Ray, first straddling his left shoulder, gripping Rocky's big chest and back between my thighs, then swinging my right leg around his neck and thus mounting his broad shoulders, a very turned-on naked jockey astride a very willing mount.
Ray and Rocky lost no time, and began jerking each other off. Chip, unable to hold Ray's smooth blond hair, had to wrap an arm around and under the big stud's chin. Chip began moaning as he thrust his hips against Ray's neck and head, his cock mashed between Ray's head and his own belly with each thrust, his bare thighs tightening spasmodically. He reached down to grab one of Ray's hard pecs, and Ray flexed his pecs for his frenzied young rider, gripping Chip's thighs with his big hands.
Suddenly Chip grunted and a long spurt of cum shot past Ray's ear into the surf. Chip went limp and leaned forward on Ray, just as Ray and Rocky exploded simultaneously beneath us.
It was incredible. I had held out as long as I could, but by now I was humping madly astride Rocky, my hands buried in his thick hair, and he twisted his head against my iron-hard cock as I rode him so that I found myself alternately fucking the back of his head, then his ear, then the other side of his head. Rocky let go of Ray's cock and began stroking my thighs, heightening my pleasure, and my own spasms began as I humped astride Rocky's smooth, strong neck, feeling the muscles move against my cock as my balls bounced on his shoulders, until a long cascade of jism arced over the top of his head into the water.
Soon after, we were sprawled, exhausted, on the beach- but it was an unforgettable ride.