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The Olympics were a year away. Sports committees around the world were beginning to hold final qualifiers to compile a list of those who would go to them. Of course, a lot can happen in such a period of time, so a list of alternates is also being drawn up.
The tournament is being held today in Los Angeles. In the gym of some major high school where white napkins are falling to the popcorn.
Wrestling is divided into two types, freestyle and Greco-Roman. The main difference is that in the latter it is forbidden to work with the opponent's legs, grabbing and carrying out underhooks. Each type has six weight categories, in which I fall into the fourth, up to 86kg, and as a student of a Greco-Roman wrestling school, it's clear where I qualify.
Despite the school building, the venue felt like a stadium. It was packed with people, spotlights shining and cameras filming. Before the start of the qualifiers themselves and before each match, the anthem was played. Of course, I love my country, but after the seventh time I want to get away....
The first opponent was a curly-haired guy from Texas, I think he's from a whole dynasty of wrestlers. We hadn't met in the ring before, even though we'd been in the same tournaments a few times. Fighting a stranger, what could be better at such a crucial moment?
- With a time of six minutes and twenty-one seconds! The winner is Bart Simpson!
The rest of the day was spent between the gym and a cold bathtub. How badly I wanted to jerk off to relax!
On the second day, my opponent was a guy from New York with a killer face. I was actually one of the youngest qualifiers, which caused several news resources to single me out from the crowd. And while the extra attention is gratifying, having three hundred more friends on social media, it also adds to the excitement.
Being eighteen years old, my body hadn't yet reached its peak. Which gave my opponents an additional, in addition to experience, head start against me.
- With a time of four minutes and fifty-three seconds! The winner is Bart Simpson!
I spent the weekend walking around Hollywood, trying to meet some stars. But all I came across were homeless people and some crazy people. I'd see a bloke running around screaming about bees. Then a blonde girl clung to me, calling me her boyfriend and offering to sleep with me, and after my refusal she suddenly composed a song about me. At least the lonely man who ate a cake at the fountain called me exciting.....
- At least there's one bright spot in this town.
- A bright spot?! - shouted one black man carrying bags behind a bald woman, then ran up to hit me?
- Um... - at least that's what it looked like. Because I didn't feel his punch at all, I even wanted to make a joke about it. But since he was on the verge of tears, I decided to feel sorry for him.
The last two days were the weekend. So my parents and sisters were there, Terry and Milhouse, who was with his parents for some reason. And Becky attended all the qualifying days.
- That's my best mate! - shouted Milhouse when it was my turn to play.
- This is my son's best friend! - shouted his father with equal enthusiasm.
I was facing a guy in the semi-finals who kept knocking Cornell out of tournaments we could have met in....
- With a time of five minutes and five seconds! The winner is Bart Simpson! - and from which I emerged victorious.
.....
- Shhhh! - like a cat doused with water, I hissed at my girlfriend when she came over to give me a hug and congratulate me.
- Э?.. - I'm sorry sweetie, but although my body is ready for throwing on the mats and to the calloused strong palms of guys, but in no way can not withstand the elastic hills above, and tantalising embrace hands below.
To save money, my family decided to stay in my room. We were provided with quite luxurious rooms, so there were no problems with space, but there were s...
- Lisa, do you have to suck ice cream with your arse in jean shorts on display? - My sister looked at my question with incomprehension, snorted something and went back to reading.
I had to share the couch with Homer and press the hotel pillow firmly against my groin.
- How refreshing after a day in the sun. - and Mum coming out in a towel and wet hair wasn't exactly helping matters.
I therefore decided to sleep in a place that didn't threaten to disrupt me with a volley of ten consecutive approaches of manual labour. I dropped in on Milhouse and his parents.
- Haa... The boys went off to take pictures of all the stars in the avenue of stars..... - where I was met by Milhouse's mum, once again back at his dad's.
- Erm... You know, should I go? - The reason I wanted to get out of here was not only because I was on a first-name basis with my best friend's mother, but also because...
- Oh. Boys are so big these days. - that Mrs Van Houten was in a swimming costume and drunk on wine.
- Yeah. - I put my foot down as her palms travelled over my muscles, down to my abs.
- Dice? I love firm cubes. Ahh... Although every woman loves firm ones..... - whispered in my ear by Milhouse's mum.
- Well, I'm off! - Which made not only one part of me stand up, but I whole and walked away with a quick step, not reacting to the words of the woman behind me.
.....
Deciding that erotica was the way to tick me off today, I decided to escape to a place where sex had no place - a gaming club. Paying homage to the city, it was packed with all sorts of retro establishments, and other shops with country produce.
- So far so good. - at the computers were fat and pimply blokes, as required by the god of stereotypes. - Can I get a private room?
- Yeah, m-- - a girl's voice came from under the counter, making my forehead sweat. - Huh? Bart?! Is that you?!
Suddenly the bottomless eyes of a girl student, with brown hair and lips that a ten-year-old kid would sell his soul to kiss.
- Ah-ah-ah, L-Laura, d-d-d-da? - my plan of nonchalance failed utterly, for this ten-year-old skank was once me.
- Oh, right, the key! - luckily Laura was a responsible employee and remembered the order. I might be able to survive today. - Cool, we can lock ourselves inside and make up for it.
- Yeah. - although can I resist if Laura keeps smiling and winking at me like that?
.....
Reality turned out to be much more mundane than the fanfics on the internet. We did rule a few hours chatting about everything and nothing. Apart from a couple of interesting angles, I couldn't get anything else, because Laura had become a lesbian after being disillusioned with men. According to her, she's been in a happy relationship for several years with a certain Shawnna..... whose name is exactly the same as one of my ex-girlfriends. Which I'm sure is just a coincidence.
Anyway, after a night at the computer club, I was fresh for the finals, where I was waited for... Tommy Cornell.
The first round was more of a pretentious one, because neither I nor he tried to take the initiative. Frankly, we didn't even change floors when we clinched.
The second round started with me in control and I... Aggressive from the first second. Pushing Cornell's body forward and piling on top of him. He jumped out, and I grabbed again, but in the chest area.
My grip wasn't strong, for the position of my legs didn't allow it, so I bounced off the deck. Tommy took advantage of that, changing positions.
When he tried to get in control, I interfered by wrapping my arm around his right shoulder through his armpit. With my other arm, I started to push off while Cornell looked for a foothold with his legs.
As Cornell went for my other arm, I came down from my elbow and threw him over my hip, earning a point for an extremely unaesthetic throw.
Cornell, on the other hand, responded by entering control behind my back, through a series of fumbles and passes. Which continued even in control for the rest of the round.
This was my first third round in my matches with Cornell, so the tension was at an all-time high. Honestly, I don't care at all that this is a qualification final. However, the thought that because of one mistake, I could lose to Cornell for the third time made my legs shake, my throat dry, and my blood boil.
As it turned out, Cornell didn't need the mistake. He was able to roll me onto my back on his own from a position of control, before locking me in a hold like he did two times before.
- Kghaaaa!...
However, with a force that almost made me dislocate my shoulder, I was able to rip off my shoulder blades and....
- Whaaaaaaaaa!
To the collective gasps of the crowd I climbed up onto the bridge, along with Cornell on my chest. Tommy tried with all his might to pull me back onto the planking, but....
With a sharp thrust towards me, I manage to unclench his hands for a while, let mine through, push off with my legs, straddle his torso and....
- In a time of six minutes and three seconds! The winner is Bartholomew JoJo Simpson! - I manage to hold off Tommy Cornell.
The score is now two to one. I hope we meet again sometime, for I need to level up.
.....
After a quick congratulations from my parents, Becky and Milhouse, I left quickly. Quickly, not because of reluctance on their part, but more of a desire on mine....
- Mmmm! - for I burst into Terry's room without a word, and kissed her immediately.
My bored hands immediately found their way under her t-shirt and pyjama trousers.
- Oh, someone's starting to work out, huh?
- Shut up and take me already! Mmm.
Although Terri's arse had always been a size, it had never been so firm. Where my fingers used to sink into it, now I could break a kendo stick against it....
- Ahh...
Putting aside my stupid thoughts, I began to enjoy my girlfriend's body to the fullest. Running my tongue and fingers along it.
- Mnhmmm!
I could feel her heat, tenderness and vulgarity. Slowly and gently at first, and then fast and hard I brought us both to the peak to finally.....
- Aaaaaaaaah!
- Kgghm!...
.....
- It's a good thing I didn't cheat on you after all... - I said through heavy breathing while lying on the floor.
- А?.. - Terry looked at me with incomprehension, her cheeks still red and glowing.
- By the way, I'm sorry... - Remembering something important, I hurriedly apologised to my girlfriend. - It seems I got a little carried away and..... Are you gonna be okay in there?
- Huh? Hymenal tears often bleed, don't worry.
- Ha-ha-ha-ha, did it grow back?
- No.
- Then--
No.
Maybe.
Maybe.
- ...Sherry?
Instead of answering, the girl in my arms smiled slyly and nodded.