Summer break. The team split up and for three months we went our separate ways. I missed them all instantly; we'd become so much a part of each other's lives.
For the first six weeks I stayed on campus. Our college hosted wrestling summer camps, each a week long, for kids from ten years old through high school. Coach Wilson and his staff ran the camps and Jase enlisted me as an assistant. That made it convenient for him to train me; we were determined to pack on that lean muscle mass I needed. But between the camp and the weightroom there wasn't much time left over for play. Each night as soon as we finished Jase would rush home to be with Kyle.
They put me up in a dorm room right next to the gym. It wasn't my own room, that dorm was closed up for the summer, but at least it was on a separate floor from all the kids. It was a livable enough situation - but holy fuck, I missed Carter. He was at his parents' house, a hundred miles away. He'd make it to campus every now and again, especially on weekends, but in between I was ready to climb the walls.
We talked every night on the phone, stiff cocks in our hands stroking ourselves and telling each other how much we wanted to be together, kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking, fucking. His voice was so goddamn sexy I could practically feel his hot breath in my ear. Every inch of my skin wanted to be pressed up against him feeling his smooth warm body against mine, his muscles hardening and flexing. We'd drive each other crazy until we were both blowing our loads, spurting hot thick cum over our abs and wishing we could be together licking each other clean. Afterward, once we were drained and all mopped up, he'd tell me about his latest workout and I'd tell him all about my day with the campers.
The first week was the little kids, ten or twelve years old. They made me think back to when I was a little guy myself. We worked on the basics; their skills had hardly begun to develop but I'd let them subdue me whenever they executed the moves correctly to give them a feeling of confidence and success.
The second week was junior high kids, a bunch of cocky shits. The lesson here was that yes, you really did have to put in the work, or else you got your ass kicked. Nobody likes to have his face squashed down on the mat.
The third week was the elites, the high school kids who looked like solid prospects for major programs. Now we were doing some real wrestling. They still had plenty to learn before they'd compete at college level but it was more fine tuning than overhaul, and our drills were truly a test of my skills as well as theirs.
In the elite group there was a guy I'd pair off with for one-on-one instruction. I probably spent more time with him than I should. His name was Brady; he'd be starting his senior year in the fall at a high school just ten miles away. The guy was handsome as fuck and built solid and lean, like a recruiting poster for high school jocks. Light brown hair buzzed high and tight, clear blue eyes, square jaw, a top notch body - you get the picture. And pale white skin that told me he spent his whole life in the gym and the wrestling room. We were a pretty good matchup because in high school he wrestled 160, right in between the college weight class I'd just left and the one I'd be wrestling next season.
I'd catch myself sneaking looks at him when he was stretching, warming up, going through the drills. His body flat out amazed me. His moves were so fluid, his muscles so well defined, a picture perfect image of a young athlete in his prime. And after he'd been on the mat a while, with a nice moist layer of sweat glistening on that flawless skin - fuck!
I knew I was feeling extra horned because I hadn't been with Carter in too long; I probably wouldn't have given a second look to a high school kid otherwise. But I just couldn't keep my eyes off him. And I was damn glad I was working out in loose workout shorts instead of a singlet; my cock got plump and long every time I caught sight of the guy.
One afternoon Brady and I were working on escapes. I was showing him how to roll out from the referee's position; I gave him a demonstration first and then let him give it a try. It wasn't anything new to him of course but at the level he wanted to wrestle we had to make sure he got the positioning and timing exactly right. A few inches off or a half second late could mean the difference between scoring an easy point or winding up in deep shit on his back. He took to it like a champ, listened to every word I told him gazing at me with those gorgeous, eager eyes, and then put it into practice without so much as a blink.
Each time we reset I was careful to keep my hips well back; I didn't want him to feel my swollen meat pressing blatantly against him. And it swelled even more when I wrapped my arm around his torso and felt those solid, deeply sculpted abs.
When I was sure he had the move down cold we switched positions and I coached him on how to counter with a sprawl when his opponent tried to roll. I got set on all fours and he knelt behind, grabbed my elbow and wrapped his arm around me and - oh holy Christ! - was that really a nice hard cock poking into my ass cheek? I launched into the roll-through and he sprawled on top of me just like I'd showed him, and yes, that was definitely a good thick stiff hunk of meat grinding into my flesh.
We ran the drill again and again and each time he got more daring, rubbing his hard rod on me as we reset, then thrusting it against my crack as he covered me to maintain control. My cock was as stiff as a board, and dripping so bad in my shorts I was afraid it'd leak right through. Meanwhile there were all those other wrestlers and coaches on the mat, running their own drills right beside us without a clue of what was going on barely more than an arm's reach away.
One last time we reset. I readied myself on all fours and Brady moved in close behind, his chiseled pecs pressed to my back and his hard cock prodding my ass cheek. His arm wrapped around my torso and before I could start the escape move his hand slid down below my waist and latched onto my bulging meat.
For a second I froze, unsure of what to do. Not that anyone else could see what was going on between us but holy fuck, we were right out there in the open, surrounded by a couple dozen other wrestlers and coaches. I was afraid if I so much as moved I'd give the whole thing away. Brady only latched on tighter, squeezing my cock like he was trying to milk me, his cheek pressed between my shoulder blades. I could feel his hot breath through my T-shirt, huffing and panting against my back.
"Let's break for a minute," I told him, collecting myself. He released me slowly, lingering on my cock as long as he could and then letting his fingertips glide off and drag slowly over my abs. We sat crosslegged facing each other, gazing into each other's eyes with rock hard cocks, waiting for them to soften at least enough that we could stand up without putting on a show.
"Coach," he said to me, "I need an equipment check. Could you help me out in the locker room for a minute?"
"Sure," I replied, not moving a muscle, my eyes never leaving his.
Brady slowly rose to his feet and I stood up with him, the two of us matching each other motion for motion. He took a step and suddenly yelped and winced in pain, his leg crumpling beneath him like his ankle was sprained. He grabbed my shoulder to steady himself, I wrapped my arm around him and he hung onto my shoulder and leaned against me as we hobbled off the mat.
Jase turned to us sharply and barked out, "You all right over there? Need to see a trainer?"
"No, it's okay," Brady yelled back quickly. "I just need to rest a minute, that's all."
As soon as we stepped into the locker room Brady straightened up with his full weight on both feet, grinning. In one quick move he wheeled around and wrapped his arms around me, leaned in and mashed his lips against mine, slipped his hand into my shorts and grabbed my bare hard cock.
At first I couldn't help myself. I made out with him wildly, our tongues attacking each other as his hand pumped up and down my eager shaft. I pressed my pecs to his, felt the way his two hard nipples poked into my skin, stroked and rubbed the back of his head loving the way his buzzcut hair bristled against my palm. Then he dropped to his knees, yanked my shorts down and held my cock in his hand, looking it over yearningly and licking his lips - and suddenly I came to my senses. I held him back, pried his hand off my meat and pulled up my shorts.
"Brady, we can't be doing this."
"But Coach..." Oh God, it made me twitch when he called me that. "I want your cock. I need it so fucking bad. Please..."
"No. No way. If they caught us I'd be out the door, maybe out of the whole program. Don't you get it? It's wrong. It's inappropriate. No matter how much you want it."
"Coach, I've waited my whole life for this. Every fucking day, in the gym, on the mat - I look at the guys around me and it just about kills me. I've wanted to be with somebody so goddamn bad - but not just anybody. A wrestler. A guy who really understands."
"There are plenty of guys here who are just like you, Brady, I promise. More than you'd ever think. I know you can find one if you try..."
"But I don't want them. I want you. You're the perfect guy to show me what it's all about. You're the only one who can give me what I need." He glanced at the precum I'd dripped on his hand and licked it off his fingers with a smile. "And it seems like you want me too."
I gazed down at him, still on his knees with a pleading look in his eyes, and stroked his head gently. Holy fuck, was he ever hot. "Of course I do - I would - if things were different, but they're not. You're here to wrestle and I'm here to train you. We each have a job to do. We have to respect that, or else we're not real wrestlers."
"Please, Coach - you don't know how it feels."
I lifted him to his feet. "I do know how it feels, believe me. But this is not the time or the place. If you need somebody to talk to we can do that later. For now though, you need to finish your drills."
I gave him a quick hug and steered him back onto the gym floor.
Later that night on the phone with Carter it still bugged me so much I couldn't even jack off until I'd told him all about it. I was lounging on the bunk in my workout shorts spilling out the whole story, not even stroking myself but the longer we talked about it, the harder my cock grew.
"Brady sounds hot," Carter said. "Do you want to fuck him?"
"Oh yeah. Of course. He's gorgeous, and he's a complete stud."
"What's stopping you?"
"He's a high school kid. It wouldn't be right."
Carter snickered. "He's seventeen. You're nineteen. And sixteen is legal age. You've already wrestled him, right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"So you already have a sexual relationship. Is he any good?"
"He's a great wrestler. He wants to come here after he graduates."
"Is he family?"
I hesitated. "Well, no. Jase doesn't know anything about it..."
"That's not what I mean. I know he's not in Duncan's group. But is he one of our family? Does he belong with us?"
"Yes."
"You'd mentor him?"
"Yes!"
"Then I don't see anything wrong with getting an early start."
It made a certain amount of sense. "I know what you're saying. It's just that..."
There was a light rap on the door.
"Hold on," I said to Carter. "Yeah? Who is it?" I called out.
The door swung open and Brady stood there in the doorway wearing a pair of shorts, shirtless, shoeless, looking like a living wet dream. It was the first time I'd seen his torso bare, his smooth ripped pecs with those glorious nipples, his brickwork abs stacked one on top of the other from his breastbone to his navel and who knew how far beyond. My eyes grazed over that gorgeous body and then locked in on his.
"Carter, we'll have to talk later. Someone's here." I hung up the phone.
Brady hesitated, and eyed me uncertainly. "You said if I needed someone to talk to - "
"Yes. Sure. Come on in."
He grinned at me, stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Thanks Coach. First off, I'm sorry about earlier. I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have pulled that stuff in the middle of practice."
"It's okay. Wrestling's a high intensity sport. Emotions can get out of control. Come on over, have a seat."
He stepped across the room, glanced at the desk chair and instead plopped down on my bunk, at the opposite end of the mattress. I tossed him a pillow and he gratefully wedged it between his shoulders and the foot of the bed.
"Coach, I know you have the same feelings as I do. A lot of guys do. Right?"
"Of course. That's the way it is for us. We put our whole bodies into this sport. Our souls. It's not like playing a damn ball game. We don't feel right unless we have our arms around another guy, and another guy's arms around us. We might pretend it's not sexual but of course it is. It has to be. There's nothing wrong with that."
Brady frowned. "But how do you handle it? How do you keep it from tearing you up?"
"First you accept it," I told him. "Accept the fact that wrestling a guy is a sexual activity. Enjoy it for what it is. You'll get much more satisfaction out of it - and you'll be a much better wrestler."
"Okay, but... I need to do more than just wrestle."
"That's the second part. You need to find yourself a brother. A guy who sees things just like you do. Someone you can roll around with on the mat, and then go home and give each other everything you want. Someone who's willing to stand by you, who you're willing to stand by, no matter what. And believe me, once you find one, there'll be others."
He looked at me hopelessly. "I wouldn't even know where to start."
"That's why you need a mentor. A guy who's been through it already, who can show you how everything works and help get you started on the right track."
"But Coach - that's what I wanted from you in the first place."
"I know." I smiled and reached out my hand. "C'mere."
For a second he just stared at me, not quite sure what he'd heard. Then he reached over and grabbed my hand. We pulled each other close and wrapped our arms around each other, our smooth bare chests pressed together. We kissed, lips crushing, tongues teasing and exploring. My cock was fully hard in no time and his was hugely tenting his shorts.
I rolled him over onto the mattress so we could stretch out side by side. Brady was a wild man, making out with his very first guy like he'd never get a second chance. He rubbed his muscled body against me taking full advantage of whatever contact he could avail, hands roaming everywhere feeling and squeezing my muscles, grinding his cock against me shamelessly dry-humping my leg, hip, abs, crotch, anywhere that sent a good feeling rushing through his bone. It was such a pleasure seeing him so excited, feeling the way his body responded to each little touch, everything so brand new to him. That gorgeous young virgin stud was all mine; he'd never been anyone else's.
It was way past time we lost our shorts. I hooked a finger in his waistband and he quickly peeled them down and kicked them off, then grabbed my shorts and pulled them off as well. His cock was flat out beautiful, long and straight and thick, well veined and already dripping. The sight of that fat pink cock head made me drool. I wanted a taste so bad but soon enough it was out of view as he clenched his arms around me and thrust it against mine, wriggling madly, bucking back and forth as our lips mashed together again, our tongues wrestling.
I loved how wild and eager he was but the poor kid was all over the map; he didn't know where to begin. It was up to me to show him what was what. I pinned him to the mattress with a forearm across his chest and gave him a look that told him I was in control. I kissed him one more time, rough and hungry, then began licking and gnawing on his ear. Brady shuddered with pleasure, reveling in that brand new unexpected sensation. I kissed his neck and the soft spot just above his collarbone and he sighed and whimpered as I lit up each new unexplored part of his body with searching lips and tongue.
His nipples jutted out full and hard; I couldn't wait to taste one. I took it in my lips, teased it with my tongue, nibbled and pinched and tortured it with my teeth, all the while gripping his cock and stroking long and slow. Brady moaned and yelped helplessly. His body squirmed and twitched, loving the way I was manhandling him. I moved slowly down his chiseled abs licking and kissing and scraping each one with the stubble of my chin and he whimpered and begged for more, oozing precum in a thick, steady stream that ran down his cock and over my hand and dripped off onto the sheets.
That cock though... holy fuck it was beautiful. His head was swollen and purple, looking like it was about to burst, his slit gaping open ready to blow out his huge young load. It was such a gorgeous sight I took a second just to gaze at it, then gave that fat cock head a lick and settled my lips around it. With a nice tight grip on his balls I slid his meat into my mouth smooth and easy, all the way down to the root. He yelped and whimpered desperately; it was his very first time with his cock in a guy's mouth and the pleasure was nearly more than he could stand. I knew he wouldn't last long. I sucked him in and out from base to tip, long and slow to let him feel me working every inch. He pawed at my head and shoulders with trembling, useless fingers. "Oh, Coach...!" was all he could manage to get out... and then his cock erupted with a fury, blasting a flood of thick sticky cream deep into my mouth.
I drank his hot cum gratefully as he pumped out spurt after spurt after spurt, gushing a young lifetime's worth of pent-up frustrations and desires. His body rocked and quaked uncontrollably, his ripped muscles seizing and clenching and quivering, knowing at long last the feeling of real guy sex. I milked every drop from his still-swollen rod until his whole body relaxed and his breath became calm and easy.
"Sorry..." Brady stammered. "I'm sorry Coach, I couldn't hold out any longer..." but I silenced him by mashing my lips against his and giving him a good long taste of the cum still drenching my mouth and coating my tongue. He was startled at first but quick enough it ignited his spark all over again and we made out fiercely, grinding our bodies together and squeezing each other tight. Finally we broke it off and looked each other over, both grinning.
"Don't ever be ashamed of cumming too quick," I told him. "It's hot as fuck when a guy's so into you he can't control himself. And besides, we aren't even close to being done."
Brady gave me a big grin and we began to make out once again.
My hands wandered over his body, testing and prodding and exploring. Now that he was calmer he could better appreciate a subtle touch. I rubbed and caressed all his muscles and ran my fingers along his deep cuts, always returning to his crotch to stroke and tickle and tease. I squeezed his tight, beefy ass cheeks, slid my fingers into his crack, probed his hole and felt it pucker and twitch. The look on his face showed pure, unbridled desire. He grabbed my cock and started jacking; it was already so stiff it ached.
Gently I turned him over on the mattress and Brady eagerly complied. I raised him up on all fours and he spread his knees wide and showed me the most beautiful unplumbed ass I'd ever seen. I tested his hole with my thumb and it quivered and twitched once again. The boy was so ripe and tight and begging for cock but before I gave him my meat I wanted to be damn sure he was ready.
I leaned in and teased his hole with my tongue and a wave jolted through his body; it was clear he never expected to feel anything like that. I teased him again and he yelped with pleasure, and then I went in for the kill. I jammed my face between his cheeks and licked him relentlessly, grinding the scruff of my face on his smooth white ass as I went. Brady practically melted down, it felt so intense. He moaned and yelled and whimpered loudly; I reached under and stroked his cock and balls and licked that hole like a madman, never letting up on him for a second. Before long he was fully hard again and practically screaming, "Oh fuck!!! Oh fuck, Coach!!! Oh God, I need your cock so bad!!! Fuck me, Coach!!! Fuck me!!!" I jammed my face in there once again as I groped for the jar of Vaseline I kept within easy reach for Carter's visits.
Brady moaned anxiously as I pressed my greased cock head to his hole just enough to spread it a bit and then pulled back out again. I pushed a second time as I stroked his shaft and he widened enough to take my head in before I pulled it out. Third time a little farther, fourth even more, and then he was begging to take it all. I slid my cock into him smooth and slow letting him learn to relax and get used to the feeling as I went, and he spurred me on, sighing and panting heavily with each new inch but always begging me for more. Finally my meat was buried inside him, my hips jammed flush against his ass cheeks. I left it just like that a moment, rubbing his muscular back with one hand while the other jerked his thick rod.
"Fuck me, Coach," he gasped, and I started pumping that hole.
It felt amazing. Brady was so fucking tight but perfectly supple, gripping my meat like a fist in a velvet glove. Each thrust sent a wave rippling through that muscled body; his hole would twitch and squeeze me all over again and give me an incredible sensation. I pumped and pumped him with slow lingering strokes as he whimpered and yelped and moaned, each of us enjoying every minute of the ride. With all that action in his sphincter it felt so much better than a hard pounding. Before long I was hunched over him with my cheek pressed between his shoulder blades and my pecs against his back, hugging him sweetly as we fucked each other on and on.
I was more than ready to blow my load into that stud and it was high time Brady experienced his first orgasm with a nice fat cock inside him. I reared back all the way and thrust in as deep as I could, grabbed his rod and jacked him like crazy. A couple strokes like that and his moans grew desperate and wild and then I felt him erupting in my hand, his hole unleashing a flurry on my meat. My muscles tensed, my ball sack drew up tight and I cut loose and blasted into him. I poured my cream into that boy, shot it deep into his guts as he spilled his all over the sheets. We bucked and thrashed together and finally collapsed, wrapped our arms around each other and lay together cooling down and catching our breath.
Our eyes met. We shared a grin.
"So, that's what you wanted," I said. "Was it as good as you expected?"
"Way better. I can't believe what I've been missing."
"Good. Now you can get out there and find yourself a brother."
He gave me a sly smile. "Maybe, after I've learned a little more. But you're still my coach till the end of the week."
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