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"Wrestlers"

He's a wolf, a big fella. Wrestler type. Kind of guy who looks best in one of those tight lycra singlets, the type that hugs his thick neck, bordered by his big round shoulders with those tiny straps which only really cover his nipples, said straps pushed out by the big square pecs which fortify the 'V' structure of his upper body. Perfect arms-- biceps cut with a single ripple of a vein, which leads out to forearms corded with muscle, powerful maze of strength. Big hands, furry on the back, smooth and pink on the palm.

Why do wrestlers get so big? Comes perhaps from so much pushing and writhing on the floor with his muscle-bound buddies. He's like a big, heavy tower of gray fur and firm curves.

He lives in a college dorm, often used as one bug wrestling mat by him and his roommate.

He was standing on the mat they'd bought, with his big sneakers.

The roomie is a cougar, his best buddy, close enough to share a coke or a girlfriend. Same type of guy, wrestler, same kind of brick-house body, only sleeker. He was the brains of the two, but that didn't say much, considering he read on a sixth-grade level and the only math he ever did was measuring his biceps and his dick.

It's a small room, where they live, but they fit just fine; not like they have books, or computers to clutter it up. Close quarters means they got used to bumping each other when they crossed the room, or pressing together to fit on the couch when they watched TV. Not that physical contact with guys was much of a problem, since they were on the wrestling team.

Just two beds, a pile of clothes in one corner which they shared ("these your boxers?" "dunno, go ahead and wear 'em, dude"), and some big-tit supermodel posters on the back of their door. No one could see them when the door was open, and when it was closed it served as prime jerk-off material for them.

The door swung open then, and a tall cougar was standing there, the roommate of the wolf. "Hey bro," he said, walking soundlessly in his sweat socks. He was still in his wrestling tights from practice, every muscle outlined in the thin sheen of fabric, even his eight abs, which were obscured by a huge, long bulge.

The wolf looked over at him and laughed. "Horny fucker. You come all the way from the gym like that?"

The cougar just shrugged and tossed his shoes on the floor, falling back onto his bed, heavy body making the springs whine. In the front of his blue singlet, stretching the fabric to its limits was an obscenely huge erection. It grew like a tree trunk from between his meaty thighs (ever notice how fabric makes a dick look bigger?), hugged close in the spandex you could just about make out the veins.

He never bothered to wear a jock strap or a supporter to conceal it, so he'd walked back to his room like that, leaving nothing to the imagination, not even the sway of his firm, round butt. Any of the guys from the dorm could have seen him, not to mention faculty or any girls who might be in the area. But he liked that; he liked what he had and he liked showing it off. Even as he flopped down on the bed, he left the door open, and he propped his big footpaws up, facing the hall, the cotton clinging, outlining each toe, little layer of dust on the sole, heel and toe pads.

"Security stop you yet?" the wolf asked.

His buddy frowned. "What for?"

"For carryin' a deadly weapon."

"Ha! You kidding? This thing's a pussy magnet." He grabbed it roughly, stroking it through the fabric. "I gotta jerk off. Like now."

The wolf grinned. "You gonna close the door, or you wanna get us kicked out for good?"

"Close it, bro."

"But I'm still gonna have to see it," the wolf said, still grinning. Only a joke, really, they'd jerked off in the same room hundreds of times.

"Yeah, listen to you. You'll be strokin' in five minutes."

"I can still shoot before you can."

"Get me a towel," cougar said, while he pulled his singlet down, exposing two hundred pounds of solid muscle and fur. The material stretched across his thighs, big, pink flesh pole flopping onto his abs.

"Here bro," the wolf said, tossing him a towel as he shut the door with one big foot.

"I'll need it," said the feline as he wrapped his fingers around his cock.

"Why?"

"One of us is coming back from the showers in the buff. First one to cum gets to wear the towel."