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From childhood, around 8 years old, I discovered that I really liked wrestling. I saw it in movies, on TV, even anime (like dragon ball z) in magazine photos, and I loved it. The shapes, the muscles, they were like superheroes, as well as the tight and shiny clothes.

As I grew up, I became more and more interested until one day, out of curiosity and wanting to imitate the wrestlers I saw on TV, I put on a tight swimsuit I had from my swimming lessons, and I started fantasizing about wrestling in my swimsuit. I would go to school like that, until one day a friend from school invited me to his house for lunch and we played for a while until he took some wrestling masks out of his closet and gave me one, and we started wrestling, and I was wearing my swimsuit under my pants. It was such a pleasantly strange feeling that I became obsessed from then on.

As time went by, I looked for photos, videos, anything I could find about wrestling. At that time, I only knew about professional and Olympic wrestling; I didn't know that submission wrestling existed. Then, my internet searches led me to a site similar to this one called luchadores.net. A whole world of possibilities opened up for me in the world of wrestling. There were photos and people to interact with, and if possible, to meet up and wrestle. In those years, I was just a spectator; I talked to other people, but nothing more. Because of my age, I was very young.

But when I was 17, I mustered up the courage and accepted a challenge from someone there. I was very nervous, I was afraid for my safety because everything was new to me. I had never met someone like that out of the blue, much less to wrestle. I had never fought in my life; I only tried to imitate the holds on a pillow from watching so many videos and photos of wrestling, haha. Getting back to the story, I arranged to meet this person, whom we'll call A, at my house since I was alone and wanted to take advantage of the situation. You can't imagine everything I felt before A arrived at my house. I was anxious, incredibly anxious. I couldn't wait for him to get there. It was my first time wrestling with someone who shared my interests, and we were going to do it in speedos! Wow!

The moment A arrived, all I wanted was to rip off my clothes, stay in my speedo, and get the action started. When we got to the living room, where he had set up a mattress, he talked to me while he got ready, taking off his clothes and putting on his speedo. I nervously turned away to give him space, and he started explaining how our  wrestling would work, the rules, what was allowed and what wasn't, as well as the different types of wrestling, which I didn't even know that there were so many fighting styles. 

Then he showed me some holds, he was very patient with me, and after that, we started wrestling. Obviously, I kept losing, although my scissors managed to make him submit several times. Let's say I made him submit about 4 times and he made me submit 20 times, haha. But near the end, suddenly, he put me in a spladle hold and started masturbating me. I couldn't do anything. So many things were going through my head. I was very scared because I didn't understand what was happening. On the other hand, I was also expectant because I wanted to know what would happen next, and at the same time, I felt a pleasure I had never experienced before. When I came, he simply let go of me, and I lay on the mattress while he changed and put his things away. I got up, put on my shirt and pants, and walked him to the subway, still stunned by what I had just experienced.

Some time later, we continued to meet periodically to wrestle, now at his house, and we did this for about two years, maybe a little less. Thanks to taking that risk of agreeing to a meeting with A, I experienced and learned about wrestling.

Thank you A.