A friend rented sumo suits for her birthday party this weekend. I have always wanted to slip inside of one of those fat suits and barely be able to move around.
When it was my turn to give the wrestling a go, I nervously looked around the party to find an opponent of my stature. Normally that would leave me a child, preferably under age 10, or a midget. Neither of which were in attendance at this party.
Who was there, however, was the cutest little twink. He was hoping to try out for the part of Peter Pan soon. I thought I’d probably feel less guilty about laying out this well dressed and seemingly hairless beauty, as opposed to my other two prior options. However, I am not ashamed to admit I have arm wrestled and foot raced many a young children, never letting them win just because they are kids. Hey, it’s a cruel world. Better to learn it now peanut. It’s hard for me to excel on most physical challenges, so I definitely prey on the weak.
He had no idea what he was in for when he agreed to partner up with me. I mopped the floor with him. I got a big kick out of just laying on top of him far longer than necessary after each take down because we were literally three feet apart with all the padding between us.
I mean really, when do you get a chance to roll around on little gay boys while you are in a sumo suit? It was like a dream come true.
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