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At the diner

it was August 2001, i'm 36, 5'11" 170 lbs. I'm enjoying a meal at a local diner. 2 guys at another table send over a slice of blueberry pie. I ask them what the story is. they reply that I look like a nice enough guy. Matt is about my height, 23 y/o, 185 lbs., blonde hair blue eyes, broad shoulders. Paul is 20 y/o, maybe about 5'5", 135 lbs. dark hair and brown eyes. both are dressed identically in denim shorts and t-shirts, and are architectural students at UNLV. Matt just graduated, Paul has a few years to go. Paul says that he likes to wrestle purely as exercise, and he notices my well-developed biceps, since I am wearing a muscle shirt. He further states that he lives close by, and has a garage with mats that he uses for that purpose. I playfully poke Paul's mid-section and see that it is firm. He proposes a match with me, where he and Matt tag in and out as needed. Matt says he hasn't much wrestling experience, but would like to try it. He wants me to follow them in my car to Paul's house. I reply that they have got themselves a match.
I trail them in my car and we all arrive at Paul's garage, which is set up just as he described at the diner. We strip down; Paul is wearing silk boxers and is very hairy (almost to the extent that he looks like he is wearing a shirt), Matt is wearing Black Boxer Briefs and has a noticeable gut but barn door shoulders (he was probably an ex-high school football player), and I just wear an a-shirt and tighty whiteys. We begin the match with Paul vs. me.
Paul and I engage in some gut-punching, and we are impressed with each other's abs. I remind Paul that there is more to wrestling than just gut-punching, and I begin to toss him around the garage. We remain on our feet the whole time. When I have him pressed up against the wall, I slip my hand in between the wall and the small of his back. My legs feel the silk of his boxers, and my a-shirt feels the hair on his body. My back is turned to Matt. I whisper to him that I will soon toss him over to his friend, so that he may tag out. Paul was too cute and too good-natured to injure.
Paul tags for matt, who adjusts the waistband on his briefs, and approaches me. right away, he grabs me in a bear hug, which has little effect on me since I have a well-developed core. He breaks the hold, and I say "here's your, hunk", as I grab him in a bear hug. This causes him to groan, as I feel the love handles around his waist. He grabs his sides in obvious pain.

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while matt is doubled over, I engage him in a headlock. I ride him to the wrestling mat, and he lands on his stomach. I land on top of him, and drive his face into the mat, and also work on his barn-door shoulders. When he has had enough, I bend his well-developed (but not very muscular) legs back at the knee, until he finally taps out.
we sit on the mat and talked for a while, and I ask him where Paul went. Matt replied that Paul gets super-perspired when he wrestles, so he went to take a shower. I gave Matt a rub-down and we agreed to meet again for more wrestling.