Letters To The Editor - College Wrestling

My favorite sport in college was wrestling. Women's Wrestling, to be precise. And not just to watch, either.

I have always been a bit on the scrawny side, so naturally I tended to gravitate to other guys like me when forming friendships. No one wants to be the 'runt of the litter'. One such friendship I formed was with a student from my Chemistry class. After knowing him for several weeks and occasionally going out for a brew or two at the on-campus bar, I finally met his girlfriend. She was a big girl; not fat, just stocky. Muscular. One could see well-defined tone in her arms and calves. She easily weighted as much as my friend did, perhaps a tad more.

I guess he could read the surprise on my face, for the next day he approached me about it. At first, I tried to pretend that he had been mistaken. But under probing from him, I finally admitted it. Quickly adding that there was nothing wrong with liking BBW's.

"She's not a BBW," my friend replied, a sly smile spreading across his face. "She's a wrestler." He chuckled, then let me in on one of the best-kept secrets at school. Nearly all the women wrestlers had boyfriends of our build. They used us for conditioning. Not as sparring partners, but as aides in strength conditioning and balance. Seeing that I was as confused as ever, he told me that Rita, his girlfriend, had liked me. Thought I was a decent guy and maybe I'd like to meet Gail, another wrestler.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, that evening we went out on a double-date and Rita had been right. Gail and I hit it off like we had known each other for years. The four of us wound up at the small apartment Rita and Gail shared off-campus, and my friend and Rita disappeared into the bedroom.

"So," Gail said shyly, "Did they explain to you about us wrestlers?" I said sort of, but not really. Lowering her eyes, she took a deep breath before looking up at me. "Would you like a blowjob?"

I was dumbfounded. Here was this seemingly nice girl that I had just met offering to 'go down on me'. I started getting hard immediately and Gail seemed to grow more comfortable when she saw what was happening inside my pants. It was then that I learned that the women on the wrestling team did not 'go down' on their dates.

They go up.

When she told me to take off all my clothes, I glanced towards the closed bedroom door, but she gave a dismissive wave. "Don't worry about them. They won't bother us."

I couldn't understand why I had to be totally naked for a blowjob. Maybe it was a fetish of hers. But I wasn't about to argue. Once I was completely nude, she 'attacked' me. But not in a bad way. What she did was to move in close, in a crouched position, and then suddenly shot her open hands under my armpits and stood up straight, lifting me off the floor. When she raised her hands higher, hoisting me over her head, I grabbed her shoulders in reflex. That was the move she had been anticipating. (Later on, I would learn that wrestling is all about 'moves' and anticipating what your opponent's next one will be).

When I supported my weight on her shoulders, she dropped her arms down to wrap around my legs, holding me close to her. That put my no longer harder, but not quite soft, dick pointing at her face. Quickly she closed her lips around my dick and began to suck while moving her head back and forth. All the while staggering around to keep her balance.

To this day I do not know how I was able to ejaculate under those surprised conditions, but ejaculate I did. Shooting out all of my cum into Gail's mouth, which she readily swallowed. When I had given her all of my nut-cream, she sat me down on feet on the floor as she staggered back to collapse on the couch. "Whew," she said, wiping her mouth with her hand. "So what do you think of that?"

"I think I would like to see you again," I panted, also out of breath.

Which I did. Many times. Many, many times. Our performance vastly improved through practice. To the point where she could stand with her feet firmly planted as she held me aloft, sucking me off.

(Name and address withheld by request)