I guess I am just a sucker for peer pressure. Maybe its because I have to make up for being soo much smaller than the guys! All the other guys have posters of bikini girls all over their bedroom walls. I feel I have done even better than them, the photos that I have used on my bedroom are far superior, from a great magazine I have just discovered, called Vogue... I think I will ask my parents for a subscription, surely it will impress the guys! We all watch wrestling, although I admit myself much less attentively. The guys all also have a few posters of some of the biggest muscle-bound wrestling stars on their bedroom walls. So did I at first, until looking through my older sister's magazines and finding yet again more superior fold-outs. These guys may not be wrestlers, but its all the same thing, isn't it? They really are great images, I've found myself just staring at them more and more. My favourite at the moment is a shot a a muscular guy, topless. He is slightly pulling down his trousers to reveal some pubic hair. I found myself admiring that hair. A while after I discovered a few more of my older sister's magazines. I added another poster to my wall, it meant that I had to replace an older poster. It was one of the two posters of girls that was to go. There was something about that one in particular that I liked less than the other. I couldn't put my finger on it, the girl in this picture was wearing a short dress and the other two were of girls wearing conservative trouser suits. The new poster was my new favourite. This "wrestler" was naked and oiled, covering his gentials with his hands. A week later I decided to replace the other girl with another poster I discover. This one was my absolute favourite! The oiled muscle-bound figure actually was showing his.. you know what! Something about it was just facinating. I just couldn't help after, replacing the more wrestling-orientated posters with more of my sister's pull-outs.

It was about this time when thinking about wrestling soo much, I starting dreaming about it. Ok, I am a tiny, thin boy with long hair, but the thing is I would often find myself wearing a pink or white lycra leotard, with sometimes tights and a skirt. I would be in makeup and my long flowing hair would be in ribbons. I would always be wrestling with a MASSIVE oiled musclar guy in his Speedo-like trunks, who was way way stronger than I. It strated mostly with grappling, I would be pinned down much of the time. My back to the floor, my arms pinned away from my body. He would lean over me, and force inbetween my legs and I would be counted out. Sometimes I found my self not bothering to struggle in when pinned, what was the point, I was too weak! I guess I just like wrestling, because sometimes we would just stay like that, perhaps I would wrap my legs around his waist to try to through him to the side off me, but sometimes I would just relax in that position. Another type of pin which cam recurrent was for him to sit his knees onto my shoulders, locking them to the grounds whilst my legs struggled to gain leverage to through him off. It seemed his crotch got ever closer to my face in this position, until it pressed right up against my face. The first of may times, in the initial struggle, I tugged on his trunks trying in vien to pull him over. Rather than crashing to the floor, the trunks ripped off. His huge member now flopped all over the place. It was soon that I found myself pinned down with his member inches from my face. Strangly from then on, the wrestler was always naked, and every time I was pinned the penis drew closer until it rested over my face, smothering it as I struggled. As I gasped for air, it wriggled into my mouth. I laughed, what a strange thing to do! Yet it became a theme, the wrestler would evetually try and get his penis into my mouth. Soon, may times I half-heartedly struggled and playfully took it into my mouth and play with it. It did feel relaxing, the feel of his member rubbing over my face. A second and then multiple naked oiled wrestlers joined my oppenant. I tried but I was always outmatched. Routinely I had my leotard ripped off, as I lay in a swamp of struggling muslce smothering every inch of my body. I become total disorder, oiled muscle a large cocks were everyone. At this ponit I felt strange, a tingling sensation. I never seriously struggled, I just played along as I was held to the ground, whilst four oiled cocks rubbed over my face and forced my mouth to stretch to the maximum. During the struggle, one of the wrestlers actually slipped into my bottom! It just remained there as I wriggled, which meant that amount the member was inside me was always shifting. On the other side of me another large body was pressed up against me. His massive member pressed up against my tiny (yet hard) wriggling member. For some reason, probably in this theme of physical domination, his muscular hand locked our members together. Then another two wrestlers joined in his grip. My wriggling penis wedged between three rock hard cocks. It was then when something changed. I no longer wrestled at all. At the of each dream I would willingly accept the embrace of the oppenants. It felt wonderful. The oiled muscle and cocks massaged me into bliss.