Once the massage had ended, Philandros rose and led Valerius to the wrestling area where Olaf was waiting to show them his stuff. As Philandros entered within range, Olaf had him in a quick embrace, up over his shoulder and down on the ground again where he was solidly pinned. Though the greek was stunned, Olaf wasn't even breathing hard!

Philandros felt the muscles of his german friend slide across his own as the two separated...and accepted the hand which was extended. "Perhaps you could show that one to Valerius?"

Olaf nodded, and in even less time, was on the ground with the young roman pinned beneath him...and a large smile on his face. He took his time getting up, which made Philandros smile too--Olaf seemed to like Valerius as much as he did.

"I think you ready to try with Valerius, master...I show you how!" And he positioned the two boys opposite one another, placing their hands for each move of the throw, pressing them firmly into the right places, and telling each of them what the next move would be. At one point, Phil stood with one leg between those of Valerius, their chests pressed together, when Phil looked confused.....

"I don't think this is right, Olaf--shouldn't our hips be together more?" and Phil pressed up to Valerius so that they fit together like one person. Olaf examined the pose, and shook his head, then twisted Phil's hip just a bit more to the right.

"Is that way, master...now you grasp shoulders tight, and lift up using your thigh, so Valerius goes over your shoulder!"

Philandros tried, but couldn't get it, until Olaf assisted in raising the roman to Phil's shoulder, with his crotch just inches from the greek's face. "Now, you turn him so he comes under your arm as you fall to the ground on top of him...is easy."

By the time both boys had gotten the throw right, they were sweating and breathing hard. Valerius called a halt, and they went into the baths to wash the sand and oil away.

Olaf and Yanguru followed behind their masters as they walked up the street to Philandros' house. Olaf smiled to see the two much more relaxed with each other, and Philandros casually threw one arm over the roman's shoulders as they walked.

With any luck, his master wouldn't want to go to Green Acres three days from now--he would be too busy with his new roman friend!