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.Excerpt: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.