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May you enjoy my story, The Chosen Jock: Office Boy
Chapter 1
I quickly became aroused watching the speedo-clad muscled guys from the baseball team lounging around the backyard pool. Members of the university baseball and wrestling teams shared this duplex during the past school year. One unit housed the two baseball team hunks, Robbie and Nico, while the other unit was occupied by us wrestlers, Carlos and me. I had long lusted after the baseball jocks and had been waiting for a sunny, warm day when they might be enjoying the pool. Therefore, this was the hot spring Philadelphia afternoon when I would try to seize the opportunity with a plan I had been dreaming up for some time.
With Carlos out of our apartment, I snuck fully naked into his first-floor bedroom as he had the only room that faced the pool. Using his bed, I sprawled out on my back and began to jack off to the smell of one of his wrestling singlets that I had kept hidden in my dresser. I purposely left Carlos bedroom's patio door open a bit so my moans of pleasure could be heard by Robbie and Nico outside by the pool. Hearing me, the two handsome baseball jocks came over to the glass doors to look in and to see what was going on.
As the two baseball guys looked through the patio glass doors at me, I wanted the players to think I was not noticing them by keeping my eyes barely open. I also looked away from the door, using the wall mirror to see their presence. My shiny wet cock continued to stretch fully erect toward the ceiling and my balls were heavy amidst my hairy pubic bush. I was loving the attention while providing an erotic show for the two. I lightly moved my fingers all over my muscular abs and chest, stopping often to tease my right nipple. My precum continued to heavily flow out of my cock's head. I was so lost with the enjoyment of pleasing my body and acting like a top-rated porn star.
After a few minutes of them checking me out, I heard the patio door quietly slide open even more and each of them turning on their own phone cameras to video my performance. I was loving the scene that I was starring in for these two HOT fit college jocks. Nico was so comfortable that he walked into the bedroom and stood at the bottom of the bed with his camera, zooming in as close as he could to see my sexual bliss. His stared at my toned physique with erotic lust.
Having the very attractive Latino, Nico, so close to me, I raised my legs over my head to begin playing with my hole. Nico then moved to only a few feet from my ass. I took my fingers and stuck them in my mouth for some spit and rapidly fingered my hole, continuing to slightly keep my eyes opened. Nico could easily see my stretched pink hole.
With the combination of playing with my ass and cock, I did not take much longer to shoot a large explosive load all over my face and chest. I continued to lay there with my eyes closed to allow Nico to video the large globs of cum. After a few moments, I heard Nico's faint footsteps go toward the patio door and quietly closed back the door to where I had left it. It was only at this time I felt I could open my eyes again knowing the two boys were gone. I was in heaven with what had just taken place and hoped I could have another erotic moment with them.
After a wonderful college experience in Philadelphia, where I graduated with a 4.0 grade point average and enjoyed a successful wrestling career, I interviewed for a job that would be too good to refuse. I was hoping to have offered the chance to work overseas in a place Americans fondly refer to as, "The Land Down Under." The prospect of living in a vibrant city of Sydney, Australia, was beyond exciting for me. Not only does the city boast numerous iconic landmarks and excellent fitness training opportunities, but the country is also known for its abundance of very fit, attractive, athletic hot men.
The Milk Me Company's strikingly handsome CEO, Mike, personally flew to the States to observe and handpick a right-hand man to serve as his personal office boy. He had meticulously researched and utilized his business social network as he connected with a European man named Damian to identify two potential young male candidates. Damian maintained a list of college coaches whom he consulted to identify suitable candidates for his male clients' entertainment needs.
During his American recruiting trip, I had learned that Mike had first interviewed a blonde-haired, Southern California "surf-type" college student in Los Angeles before meeting with me. I later discovered that Mike's primary criterion was to find a very athletic, smart college graduate.
For my interview with Mike, we met at an upscale restaurant in downtown Philadelphia near the famous City Hall. I dressed to impress in a black, long-sleeved button-up shirt paired with very tight-fitting back dress pants that accentuated my physique, particularly my muscular round bubble butt rear end. My wrestling coach had always stressed the importance of dressing sharply.
Unfortunately, due to a lack of having no clean underwear or jocks this evening, I had to go commando, inadvertently putting my front bulge on full display. I hoped my choice of attire would convey to Mike that I was dedicated to present myself professionally if given the opportunity to work for him and The Milk Me Company.
Mike was dressed in a very elegant navy suit and a stark white shirt. As I laid eyes on him for the first time, my knees became very weak. He displayed magnetic charm as he had several buttons undone at the top of his shirt, allowing a glimpse of his upper chest and curly dark brown hair. The cologne he was wearing smelled so well as I found myself drawn to his presence. I could not help but admire Mike's good looks.
The last time I felt this overwhelmed with anxiety and wanting to please a possible mentor was when my college coach flew to watch me wrestle in a high school meet several years ago. During my college recruitment, I was determined to make my future wrestling coach proud if he offered me a scholarship to attend his university. Now, I was equally committed to proving myself to Mike and display that I would be a wonderful office boy for him.
Mike and I chatted for a few hours, discussing the job expectations and the City of Sydney. I was so nervous but I still made sure I was so attentive to all the details. The job opportunity sounded marvelous. However, focusing was difficult as Mike was so attractive as his body appeared to be an absolute wonder to me. In the meantime, I really felt that he was constantly looking me over and undressing me with his eyes, as the number of times he spent licking his lips was hard not to notice. I would later learn that Mike was an excellent flirt and usually had no problems getting his acquaintances into seductive situations. At this time, I knew I would give anything to please Mike and The Milk Me Company's staff in the office every day.
When we finished our meeting, Mike asked if he could come on campus to watch me wrestle tomorrow. He said he was always interested in wrestling and said the sport was not as popular in Australia. He also asked if I might have an extra singlet so I could teach him a few things? Mike had used my wrestling coach as a work reference and said that maybe Coach Franco could join us on the mat. I then asked if Coach did join us, why not just ask him if we could use his home personal training room. Mike said he would ask Coach if that was possible and get back to me. I knew I was not going to sleep very well this evening. I was both nervous to teach Mike some wrestling moves and still wondering what my chances were to obtain his job vacancy offer in Sydney.
Mike picked me up at around 8:00 the next morning. The weather was very warm for an early May Philadelphia day. Mike had rented a very nice BMW that easily zoomed around the older streets of Philadelphia. He said that Coach Franco liked the idea of using his home's wrestling mat to teach Mike some moves. As like last evening, Mike was very talkative and appeared to be excited about spending more time with me as we approached Coach's home near the Liberty Bell. However, I still had no job offer with The Milk Me Company.
I guided Mike to a nearby alley, where he could park his vehicle behind Coach's house. An Italian man, Coach Franco was enthusiastic about our arrival, greeting Mike with a hug and giving me the customary rub on the head. Coach was your typical well-built wrestling coach as he and I shared a bond spanning over many years. He began recruiting me during my junior year of high school and became a father figure to me once I arrived on campus. Under his guidance, I became a conference champion for four consecutive years, qualifying for the National Collegiate Tournament each March. I held immense respect for Coach Franco and would do almost anything for him, though I regretted never being able to win an individual National Title to truly honor him.
Throughout my years on the college wrestling team, I admired how my teammates looked in their tight-fighting singlets. It was rumored that Coach Franco preferred purchasing Lycra suits a size too small for his muscular, sweaty wrestlers. To distinguish us from our opponents, Coach had us wear white Lycra suits trimmed in navy. Not only did this make us feel like studs during practices, but the singlets made us even more appealing to watch during our competition matches.
My physique was definitely that of a wrestler. I took pride in my body, and Coach Franco made me feel comfortable showcasing my muscles in a skimpy white singlet during matches. I always thought Coach purposely only gave me a singlet that was extra small. I became used to wearing a smaller singlet and grew to love showing off my nearly fully exposed body for the crowds.
Coach Franco led Mike and me to his beautiful wrestling practice room at the back of the house. I had used the space each Sunday afternoon when Coach gave me my individual wrestling pointers. Always being very social, Coach usually invited his friends to his home and to sit around the mat to watch me during my practice sessions. Coach always told me how proud he was that he was my Coach and wanted his friends to see his "Good Boy" or "Blue Ribbon Boy" in action.
I usually noticed how subtle his friends were as they felt comfortable to take pictures or a video during my wrestling sessions. These private 1-on-1 training sessions at his home were opportunities which Coach would put me on display in little skimpy gear that he had laid out for me before I arrived each Sunday. While most Sundays I wore singlets, other Sundays Coach had me wrestle in only just a jock strap, thong or even a very transparent G-string. Grateful for Coach's role in my success, I never questioned the gear he asked me to wear. I also noticed that the days he asked me to wear the very revealing G-strings, more of his friends were usually in attendance.
First thing first with this opportunity, Mike was very excited to have a wrestling tutorial. Since he wanted to remember the wrestling moves, he thought making a video with his camera would be beneficial. Mike used a stand to help with placement of his phone, aiming inward toward the entire mat. Coach thought this was a great idea and also placed his camera on a stand at a different spot around the mat.
Mike, appearing to be of similar height to me, had requested from me a singlet for the session. I did not find an extra clean singlet back at my duplex due to my large dirty laundry pile. Therefore, I pulled Coach a side and inquired if he had a spare singlet for Mike. Unfortunately, Coach did not have one and instructed me to give my only singlet to our guest and to just wrestle in my underwear. When I admitted, I was not wearing any underwear, Coach simply chuckled and suggest I wrestle nude, reminiscent of the ancient Greeks. He said, "I have watched you grow into a strong, fit, athletic jock. You will do fine."
The situation with Coach and Mike was both, thrilling and nerve-wracking. Wrestling nude in front of them, especially Mike, who held the power to potentially offer me a job, added an extra layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere. Coach Franco's suggestion that I wrestle naked, and Mike's easy acceptance of the idea, hinted at a possible deeper understanding between them; one that made me wonder if this was all part of a test, not just of my wrestling abilities, however of my willingness to go the extra mile for the office boy position.
Coach understood that I was a very horny twenty-two-year-old man as his presence with me always had a profound effect. He had seen my most vulnerable and my most triumphant moments, guiding me through the highs and lows of my wrestling career. I respected him deeply and felt a sense of pride whenever he looked upon me with approval, even if the situation meant exposing my sexual excitement in front of either the team, his own friends or him.
The temperature appeared to be just as warm in the training room as outside. Maybe Coach did not want to turn on his air conditioning yet. I slowly slipped out of my clothes and stood bare assed naked, wondering if this was going to hurt my chances of getting the job of working for Mike? My cock was not completely rigid, however, thick and growing, pointing toward Coach Franco. Meanwhile, Mike went into a nearby bedroom to change into the singlet.
My wrestling coach was a very beautiful muscled man and was like an idol to me. College coaches are usually former successful wrestling studs themselves. All of them are built with muscles and appear to be well-toned underneath their clothing. Coach Franco was no different as he was an adoring Italian descent man. I always thought of Coach as a Wrestling God.
As I stood naked on the mat, awaiting Mike's arrival, my thoughts raced as these two men were going to be able to possibly fondle my body as they wish for this wrestling lesson. Mike's appearance in my snug singlet only heightened the tension in the room. I looked him over, beginning with his white-teeth smile, down to the abundance of upper body hair on display, to his well-endowed bulge, and finally, looking over those very hairy, strong thick thighs and sexy calves. His athletic physique and confident demeanor exuded an aura of authority, while his presence in my personal wrestling attire stirred up a multitude of conflicting emotions within me.
Throughout my college wrestling career, I had grappled with the challenge of controlling my sexual arousal during matches and practice sessions. The taunts of my teammates and the pressure to perform often exacerbated my struggles, leaving me at risk to embarrassing erections when I felt I was in an exhibitionist circumstance. At times, I even felt that some boys went out of their way to get the chance to slap my singlet-covered firm ass as they walked behind me. However, in this moment, with my future job prospects hanging in the air, I prayed that I would maintain control and not succumb to the erotic excitement building within me.
In the past when I found myself in potential troubling erection situations, I made it a point over the years to have the front of my body facing Coach and giving him the chance to see the effects that his wrestling team's efforts had on his champion stud. Not only would I sometimes have a full-fledged erection, but I found myself leaking precum through my tiny singlets.
To get Mike's lesson started, Coach instructed me to lay my body on the mat with my stomach facing down as he wanted to teach Mike how to use a half-nelson to his advantage. Mike was then asked by Coach to lay face down on my back. As Mike did this, his bulge pressed up against my bubble butt and my asshole. I then felt a surge of desire go through me. The warmth of Mike's body against my fully exposed bare skin was intensely erotic, while the red camera light would be broadcasting my undeniable arousal to all that will be watching. I tried my best to remain passive to allow Mike to be successful with usage of the half-nelson. Mike was able to pull both of my arms behind my back and then took the opportunity of locking them in place. I felt Mike's cock slowly getting hard and a bit wet between my fully exposed bare ass checks. I let out a soft moan of pleasure.
In that moment, amidst the heat of the training room and the weight of our bodies entwined on the mat, I realized that this encounter held far greater implications than just a wrestling lesson. It was a test of willpower, a demonstration of desire, and a tantalizing glimpse into what the future might hold, both on and off the wrestling mat.
Mike's fingers constantly continued to lightly touch my body all over during this lesson. I heard Coach tell Mike to move his body to allow him to turn my upper back to rest on the mat and make the half-nelson be successful. Mike was told his goal was to have my two shoulder blades touch the mat for three consecutive seconds for an instant pin. When Mike turned me, my pelvis area naturally rose into the air and my cock wasted no time in getting stiff like a flag pole. Precum also began to leak from my cock and glistened for Coach to notice as he stood above me. I allowed Mike to get the three seconds count. He was happy.
I continued to remain very hard as Mike released me. I was both embarrassed in front of Mike and loved showing off to Coach.
After a few moments, Coach wasted no time with teaching Mike more wrestling moves. He instructed me to get down onto my hands and knees. Mike was to begin behind me as if we were starting from a dead whistle call. Mike knew my cock was very hard and, I believed, he was in love with my erotic situation. Mike was told by Coach to squat behind me with one knee to the side of my body and the other knee between my legs. His one arm tightly held my elbow and his free hand was to sit on my center back. Mike then brought his head close to my ear and asked me in a whispered voice, "Would I like to be his personal `office boy'?"
I was so stunned by the offer coming at this moment, I did not know how to react and did not say a thing.
Before resuming the wrestling action, Coach introduced Mike to the concept of "Checking the Oil." As coach explained the maneuver, I stayed in position, not only fully exposed and vulnerable for the two older men, but for the cameras that continue to video tape me. Mike followed Coach's instructions, his finger probing my asshole while Coach provided his saliva as ample lubrication to the sensation.
As Mike's finger remained inside me, Coach encouraged him to explore further, guiding his other hand to my lower torso and inadvertently brushing against my leaking cock. The scene was overwhelming as I could not help but wonder if Mike was deliberately teasing me.
With Coach's guidance, I adjusted my position, remaining on my hands and knees as Mike continued to finger me. My cock throbbed with desire as Mike's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. Coach's hands-on approach further heightened the intensity, as he demonstrated various moves while encouraging Mike to maintain his grip on my ass.
This tutorial session blurred the lines between wrestling instruction and erotic exploration, leaving me continually in a state of heightened arousal. As Mike continued to manipulate me under Coach's watchful eye, I surrender to the pleasure, eagerly anticipating what the rest of the tutorial session would bring.
The wrestling lesson continued to take unexpected turns as Mike positioned me flat on the mat and his cock somehow began tantalizingly close to my mouth. Eager to please the men, I took his singlet-covered cock into my mouth, sucking and circling my tongue around the head. The movements in the room seemed to pause, encouraging me to continue and holding the desire to be used by both men.
As Mike's hand found its way to my chest, rubbing my nipple, I moaned with pleasure, my cock uncontrollably leaking precum. Mike comfortably held me and he whispered again, asking me if I wanted to be his personal "office boy".
I continued to try and make Mike feel good by giving his cock so much respect with my wet mouth. I watched Coach in the mirror as he quietly took his phone from the stand and crouched right next to my head. He lightly rubbed the top of my head, telling me I was being a "Good Boy". I loved seeing their desire, lust, and craving for me.
I heard his phone begin to snap photos of me working on Mike's cock as the stiff penis was taken out of his singlet by Coach to allow me to fully engulf the entire cock. I worked on Mike's cock for both Coach and Mike's pleasure. Coach physically turned my face and mouth toward his camera. My saliva continued to foam, escape my mouth and drip down onto the mat. Brad is such a "Good Boy" was what was constantly being said to me. Coach was smiling as he photographed my cock sucking skills.
After a few minutes, my dream of finally seeing Coach Franco's cock after all these years, became a reality. Coach had begun to get undressed for the situation. I had never, ever seen Coach naked until now. However, with me graduating and officially off the team, Coach knew I was now available for the taking by him.
Some rearrangement of the men's bodies took place and Coach's cock took over my mouth. Miken then had slipped behind me to begin rimming my waiting pink hole. The men put me into a doggie position for their pleasure. At this moment I found myself reliving the familiar discrete role of an athletic jock slut that Coach's friends would call me when they individually invited me over for dinner and seduced me for their pleasure during my college years.
I was called a "Good Boy" many more times by Coach and Mike. My moans sounded like an invitation for more erotic play with these two beautiful hairy fit men. Through my attentive actions, I wanted them each to know how much I appreciated that they were enjoying my athletic jock body. I only wished more men were watching me live as I enjoyed showing off to whomever.
As Mike's fingers prepared my hole, wet with their combined spit, his fingers took over and stretched my hole which allowed me to eagerly welcomed his bareback cock. I surrendered myself completely to the pleasure of the moment. The scene, with its raw desires, was going to easily be the centerpiece of the scorching hot erotic wrestling video on Mike's phone. Thus, a testament to the appetites of two handsome mature men and me, as the athletic jock boy, all eager to satisfy their fantasies on this morning.
Author is Brad My email address is marathonbrad@hotmail.com