Darren Holderfield was far and away the best athlete and biggest asshole on our high school wrestling team. In the halls at school, at wrestling practice, and especially in the locker room, the guy behaved like a cocky, arrogant son of a bitch.
With his flawless all-American looks and chiseled, muscular body, he truly thought he was the shit. It had been that way ever since I showed up at that school three years ago. At least he was smart enough not to mess with me - I was a weight class above him, and he knew I could take him in a fair fight if it came right down to it - but he gave a pretty hard time to the younger guys on the team. Now that he was a senior, he'd gone completely out of control.
His latest atrocity was pissing on the freshman guys when they were in the shower together. He'd go in there with a full bladder and whenever one of them was in range he'd let loose and hose the guy down. Those poor 14-year-olds were intimidated enough having to shower with a bunch of full grown, muscled and testosterone-charged seniors, without the stud of the team pulling crap like that. And it's not like they could avoid him; Darren always rushed into the shower as soon as practice ended and stayed in there until the last guy left, like he was holding court. It got so bad a lot of the young guys would sneak out without a shower and go home stinking of sweat.
Some of the older guys thought it was funny; they thought he was just showing off and asserting his place as top dog. But I knew there was something else going on. He was daring someone to try putting him in his place, practically begging for it. Maybe it was what he wanted.
Either way I was more than sick of his shit, so on Wednesday before practice I pulled a few of the freshmen together and came up with a plan.
"You need to stand up to him," I told them.
"He'll kick our asses."
"Yeah, if you go at him one at a time. But all four of you? Don't tell me he can beat four wrestlers at once!" They traded looks, nodded to me and the plan was set.
When practice ended Darren rushed to his locker as usual and stripped off his gear, then strutted toward the showers. Suddenly someone slung a towel across his face from behind and four bare-ass naked freshmen jumped him. Before he knew what was happening he was spread-eagled face down on the tile, with a freshman holding down each wrist and two more holding his ankles.
"Goddammit, I'll slaughter your asses!" he yelled. The freshmen held him fast and giggled.
"How ya gonna manage that, Darren?" I calmly asked, standing over him.
"I'll fuckin' annihilate you little bitches!"
"If I was you I'd be careful not to piss these guys off. You're the one on the floor with his ass in the air - and it's a damn nice ass, too. Looks even sweeter than pussy. One of these guys might just decide to give it a try. Hell, all four of 'em might. And then who'd be the bitch, huh?"
I gave his ass cheek a good slap. That firm, tight muscle felt so good against my hand I couldn't help myself, I grabbed onto it and gave it a good hard squeeze, my fingers jammed into his crack.
By now everyone in the locker room had come to see what was going on. When they saw those four freshmen holding Darren down, and me with a grip on his ass cheek, they all started laughing at him and mocking him like crazy. Darren let out a half-grunt, half squeal and began thrashing and squirming and trying to break free but nobody was giving an inch. The crowd only laughed harder; it was pretty obvious they liked seeing him get owned for once.
"Turn him over," I said, and the freshmen neatly flipped him over on his back and held him down again. I was all ready to make a crack or two about his tiny dick, expecting it to be shrunken with shame and embarrassment, but to everyone's surprise when they turned him over his cock was fully hard and pointing skyward. And god damn, it was a nice juicy one too, long and thick and veiny.
"Hmm, looks like our boy's enjoying this!" I said, and the whole locker room broke up laughing. The team crowded in for a closer look, most of them naked themselves on their way to or from the showers, and Darren suddenly found himself surrounded by a sausage rack of dangling meat. He gaped at them in a panic, struggling even harder to no avail, his cock so hard it looked like it was gonna bust clean out of his skin.
"Are you ready to be a good boy now?" I asked him.
"Fuck you!" he yelled out in frustration.
"Now, that's no way to be. You're not in any position to be acting like a tough guy, are you?"
"Go fuck yourself!"
"I guess you haven't learned your lesson yet," I said, and kneeled down on the floor straddling his head. I grabbed a handful of hair to hold his head in place and dangled my ball sack above his face.
Darren's eyes bulged wide and began to leak as my balls brushed back and forth over his lips, his nose, his cheeks. Tears streamed out and he made little whimpering sounds as the whole team laughed and jeered and ragged him with no mercy. Finally he quit fighting completely, just lay there limp and began to sob pitifully while everyone reveled in his downfall.
I think I was the only one who noticed how his cock head had reddened and swelled even more and the slit at the end gaped wide, oozing a thick, fat drop of precum that trickled slowly down his shaft.
"Okay, he's had enough," I said. "You guys made your point."
The freshmen released their grip on Darren's wrists and ankles. The crowd broke up and everybody went on about their business. Darren just lay there for a moment, then picked himself up slowly and slunk away. I hung back and kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't go after any of those freshmen but he just tucked himself into the far corner and sat on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest staring at his feet, deeply humiliated.
He was still sitting there when everyone else had finished and left the room. I walked over to him and gave his shoulder a friendly squeeze.
"Come on, Darren. Let's go get a shower."
He looked up at me like a lost puppy, eyes still red with tears, and nodded. I offered my hand and pulled him to his feet and we plodded to the showers together, turned on the jets and stood back to back under the cleansing streams. Darren's shoulders slumped and his head hung low as he listlessly lathered himself. His cock hung limp and small.
"You deserved it, you know," I told him.
He mumbled something I couldn't make out.
"And don't even think of retaliation. You touch any one of those guys, I'll go find four more. So you better just cut out the bullshit, or your life's gonna take a real bad turn. Understand?"
"Yeah," he muttered softly.
"What was that?" I prodded.
"Yes... sir!"
I glanced at him over my shoulder. He stood straighter now, scrubbing himself briskly. The hot water glistened as it poured down his muscular back and over his tight, perfectly rounded ass cheeks.
"Get your fucking head in gear!" I barked at him.
"Yes sir!" he shouted back.
I turned full around and watched him. From the movement of his elbow and a twitch of his ass cheeks it was pretty clear he was stroking, and that made my own cock thicken and rise. No way was I going to let this moment slip by me. I stepped in quickly and wrapped my left arm around him, pressing my chest to his shoulder blades. My right hand snaked around, slid smoothly over his rippled abs and latched onto his meaty cock.
"Better let me handle that for you," I growled into his ear, stroking him firmly.
"Yes sir!"
I held him against me tighter and jacked his cock forcefully, leaning in to lick and gnaw on his ear in a way that made him squirm. My hard cock slid along his crack and he flexed his hips and ass, rubbing his hole against my thick, soapy shaft and moaning gratefully.
"What do you want?" I asked him.
"Your cock."
"Where?"
"In my ass!"
"Have you taken a cock before?"
"No," he said breathlessly.
"Are you sure you're ready for my cock?"
"Yes, please! I want it - I need it so fuckin' bad! Please!" he begged.
Darren was grinding his ass on my cock so eagerly it made me drip. I was hard as a rock. Now he spread his legs wide and braced himself with both hands on the tiled wall. His muscled body felt so fucking good in my arms. Nothing could have pried me loose from him; I couldn't rest until I'd blown a huge load deep inside his ass. I only prayed I'd last long enough to show him what a good hard fuck is all about.
I began to position myself and Darren instinctively tilted his hips so the tip of my cock was square against his hole. I pressed slow and steady, and when I felt it begin to give I held him even tighter, squeezing him for all I was worth to distract him from the burning pain of my stiff cock ravaging his virgin ass. He grunted heavily but shoved his hips back and forced me into him even deeper. The boy may not have taken cock before but something told me he'd been practicing.
I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled his head to the side and kissed him roughly as I began to pump in and out of his ass with long slow strokes. Darren made out with me hungrily, pausing only to yelp with tortured pleasure and to urge me on, to fuck him even harder. His ass felt so warm and smooth and tight around me, like it was shrinkwrapped to my cock, and his rookie hole quivered and twitched and gently squeezed my shaft as I pumped him. The feeling of our bodies mashed together was amazing, muscle straining against muscle, feeding off each other's energy.
I started pounding harder and faster, doing my best to push us both to the limit. Darren savored every thrust and urged me on again. I knew I was getting close so I grabbed his cock and started jacking, and he moaned and yelped and jerked uncontrollably. He let out a last long cry and I felt his cock throbbing in my hand, blowing hot cream all over the shower wall. His ass clenched tight and pushed me over the edge and I cut loose with a tremendous load that flooded his insides. We poured our juices out together, our bodies heaving and shuddering against each other, hanging onto each other for dear life. His ass squeezed every last drop out of me, like it was starving for my seed.
When both of us were finally drained he turned and wrapped his arms around me, and we held each other and kissed long and deep as the shower washed our sweat and cum and bitterness down the drain.
Darren was truly a changed man from that day on. He didn't bother with hassling the younger guys anymore, and he didn't act so arrogant and cocky. Whatever was eating at him must have been settled. Even his wrestling got better; he absolutely dominated his opponents on the mat, and I was his biggest fan, yelling my lungs out for him.
Because I knew after every meet, after every practice, the two of us would linger in the shower until everyone else had gone. And then the stud of the wrestling team would take my cock like a champ, and get what he really needed all along.