The private training a Greco-Roman wrestling coach offers his student is more than the young man bargained for. But the male on male action he gets is very educational and greatly enjoyed.
So, I readily said yes and he directed me to a private mat-covered room behind the main class area and told me to wait until the gym had cleared from our class, which was the last scheduled one of the evening. I went into the back room and waited. I’d worked up quite a sweat during the class, so I stripped off my gym shirt and used it to towel off.
I was still rubbing myself when Anwar came into the room and closed and locked the door behind him. He had a small gym bag that he put down beside the door, and then he looked up at me and smiled a big smile.
“Nice,” he said, “Very, very nice. You look like you’re in really good shape.”
I started to pull my T-shirt back on, but he wasted no time in getting down to business, telling me that he could show me how my muscles should move in the wrestling holds if I was bare chested. He was wearing gym shorts himself and an athletic T with deep cuts at the neck and arm holes from which short, black curly hair blossomed.
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