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The following story contains teen male/male sex, the consensuality of which is in some cases iffy
Wrestling Room
by Dorian Grey
I had only been going to Genevieve High school for a few months, but already I was starting to get the traditions of the wrestling team down pat. You see, GHS' wrestling team had been state champions for the past four years, and because I didn't know anyone, I joined the team as soon as I got to the school.
As I found out, it would be an experience that would change my life. This was a group of young men so dedicated, they would do anything for each other. And tonight it was my turn to have "anything" done for me.
For almost a full hour after school before the coaches begin practice, the entire team meets in the wrestling room for our own practice session. The coaches understand our need to bond together as a team and never bother us during this time.
Tonight was Monday night, and we had just had a big meet against Chester- ville. We won (of course), and it was time for our weekly Monday night activities.
First we warmed up; we did stretches and jumping jacks until everyone was ready to go.
On Monday nights we had a special tradition, and tonight I was looking forward to it both nervously and excitedly. You see, our team has an honor-bound tradition to reward the people who score the most points for the team, and in the meet against Chesterville, I and one other student, Tyler Hale, had both scored more points than anyone else. Tyler was a sophomore, but he was one of the stars of the team, and he was used to winning. For me, this was my first time being a team star.
After being on the team for a few weeks and surviving all of the little "initiation" pranks, newcomers to the team and freshmen learned quickly that to be on this team and be a winner, you had to obey the rules. All the rules. And that meant you had to be willing to bend over backwards (or forwards) for your fellow teammates.
Tyler was shorter than me, about 5 ft. 2, but perfectly proportioned. Two seniors held onto his arms, ostensibly to keep him from getting away, but in this case that was just a formality as everyone knew that Tyler liked getting it. Brian pulled a name from a bag containing the names of everyone on the team. "Matt Harris! Come on down!" he yelled. Two big seniors grabbed Matt, who was a junior and had been on the team long enough to know what to do. Tyler's attendants began to rub his dick through his uniform, for the sole purpose of giving him a hard-on. That didn't take long, since Tyler could get a stiffy in about two seconds. Matt, after making the obligatory token protests, was taken to a stack of wrestling matts in the center of the room. His singlet and jock strap were yanked down, and his muscular body and meaty ass were exposed. Tyler's singlet and underwear were pulled off, too, exposing his gorgeous body. His dick was rock hard, jutting out from a thatch of dirty-blonde pubes. He grinned broadly as the guys on either side of him began to lube up his stiff cock with some KY jelly. Matt was bent over the stack of wrestling mats, and Tyler was brought to the center of the room. The "guards" on either side of him guided his dong into Matt's anus, and once they got him that far, as was customary, Tyler took over. A look of determination took over his face as he concentrated only on getting his nut. He fucked like a jackrabbit, pumping his cock in and out of Matt's muscular as with a furious pace. Around me, some of the guys on the team were sporting woodies as they watched the spectacle, but I never said anything, and neither did anyone else. I even started to get hard, as Tyler got it on and Matt did his best to look bored--his cock was standing at full attention, though, too. Matt knew the trick that most of the guys who'd been fucked before by Tyler knew, that if you clench up your cheeks at the right time you can get him to come really fast. I could tell Matt was beginning to increase the friction, and after another minute, he just clenched his ass shut. Tyler, oblivious to the world, his cock unable to work its way back into Matt's hole, exploded. He shot jets of come all over Matt's back and the floor. Both boys were then carried off, wiped off, and dressed again.
I gulped. Brian reached into the bag once more and pulled out a name. "Stephen Feldman! Prepare for entry!" he shouted.
This was something I hadn't expected. You see, Stephen was a freshman, and he was one of the few people on the team who had never been fucked. I had been hoping for a regular experienced team member. I didn't want to have to break someone in...
Stephen's attendants lifted him to the center of the room. He protested, and looked nervous, but I could tell he was being a man and preparing to do what he had to do. Well, I thought. So shall I.
Stephen was actually one of the more handsome boys in the freshman class. He was young looking, though, and his body wasn't an adult's, the way some high school boys' are. He had pale blue eyes which made you want to trust him when you talked to him, and a small nose which turned up like an elf's. He had brown hair and dark brown eyebrows, a skinny frame, and, I recalled with some relief, having seen him in the shower, a smattering of brown fuzz right at the base of his young cock. At least I wouldn't be deflowering some young pup who hadn't started puberty.
I still felt uneasy as the boys around me palmed my stiffening cock and took me by the shoulders to lead me to him. But when his singlet was pulled down to his legs to reveal his smooth, tight ass, a stronger feeling emerged in me--lust. I relished the thrill of having another boy's hand on my cock as a teammate lubed my rod and another guided it to Stephen's asshole.
The first thing that struck me was how tight it was. I felt for the poor boy, but the last thing I could do in this public situation was show tenderness. This "tradition" had been carried on as a way of establishing carmaraderie in a manly way, and I had to pretend that I was only interested in using this boy as a sexual object. I slid the head of my cock in and shivered as Stephen's sphincter tightened around my glans. Each centimeter was a challenge, but I finally worked my cock in halfway. I could tell some of the guys weren't enjoying the show, but I didn't want to hurt the boy. I slid out and in again, deciding not to try for full penetration.
I fucked him quickly, never going in all the way, but still feeling the amazing sensation of my dickhead sliding into his asshole. I leaned forward (as I had seen some of the guys do) and grabbed onto the mats for support. From this position, I could peek down and see my cock, wet and hard, as it glided in and out. I leaned forward even more, and now I could sneak a peek under Stephen's chest to his crotch. I was pleased to note that his cock was hard too. The entire length of his thin shaft was in contact with the mat, and all I could see was the small purple head which twitched with every thrust I made.
It was then that I decided to make the experience more pleasurable for Stephen, too. With a grunt and a grimace, I slid my penis in further, until finally my mound made contact with the cheeks of his ass. I pushed forward, sliding Stephen slightly forward on the mat, and a moan escaped his lips as the friction of his cock sliding on the mat produced unexpected pleasure. Harder and harder I pounded, glancing down when I could at his cockhead as it rubbed back and forth on the mat. Soon, the excitement was too much for me, and I shot streams of come into Stephen, but I continued for a few seconds more until I was able to make him spasm and blow his wad all over the mat beneath him.
I stopped fucking, and my teammates pulled my exhausted body off of Stephen's trembling frame. We were cleaned and dressed, and practice went on as usual, although I must admit I wasn't myself for the rest of the day. That evening, after showers, as we were dressing to go home, I lingered in the locker room. Stephen, on his way out the door, leaned toward me and whispered quickly into my ear.
"Thank you," he said.
"Don't mention it," I thought, as he made his way out the door.
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