I dutifully mopped the wrestling mat clean, then wiped it down carefully with fresh soft towels, making sure to remove every trace of the olive oil, sweat and cum Jase and I had left behind. I scrubbed my still-oily feet and swabbed the last of my footprints from the mat all the way to the edge, then looked over the spotless surface proudly. Jase stood behind me with his hand on my shoulder inspecting my work. His arm wrapped around my chest and he gave me a quick squeeze, pressing his muscular pecs to my back, his meaty cock dangling comfortably between my bare ass cheeks.
"Good boy," he said with a smile.
We put away the mop and tossed the dirty towels into a hamper and then Jase led me into the shower. It was a large stall with double shower heads to spray us front and back at once as we stood together under the pummeling streams. Duncan was really thinking ahead when he built this place; I was so grateful he let us use it. We soaped each other down thoroughly, lathering our bodies head to toe, massaging and exploring every inch of each other as the air grew thick with steam.
Jase's body was an absolute wonder to me. I loved running my hands over those flawless contours, feeling his smooth skin, the rock hard muscles underneath. In the shower, slathered with suds or flecked with droplets of shimmering water, he looked even more amazing than before. He was truly as perfect as any guy could be. God, I was so lucky to be with him.
He shut off the water and took me in his arms, held me close and kissed me long and deep in a way that had my head swimming. Then without a word he tossed me a towel and grabbed one for himself, and we dried ourselves and went off to find our clothes.
"Should we throw those towels in the wash?" I asked. "I don't want to leave a mess."
"Don't worry about it. Duncan has a housekeeper. She's used to cleaning up after us."
"Oh. Okay. So, the mat..."
"That's our responsibility as wrestlers. That's to show the proper respect."
I nodded. It was the right thing to do, of course.
On the way back to my dorm Jase talked to me all about wrestling, the philosophy and the lifestyle, about the team and the season that would very shortly begin. I kept quiet, nodding eagerly at everything he told me. I knew as a freshman the season wasn't going to be very eventful for me; at best I might be called on to fill in if someone got sick or injured but mostly I'd be in the background riding the bench. But Jase was a senior. He was all set to launch into the biggest year of his life and make a real mark for himself. I felt so incredibly proud to be a part of it.
"See you tomorrow," he said as he pulled up to the curb.
"My roommate's with his girlfriend tonight. You could come in for a while, if you want..."
He gave me the biggest smile. "That would be great. It really would. But we've got classes tomorrow, and practice. First things first. Get yourself a good night's sleep. We'll have plenty of time for the rest of it later."
He was right again. To an athlete, sleep is essential. But it sure took me long enough to drop off that night, lying in bed with my eyes closed thinking about how we'd wrestled and how he'd subdued me, our bodies slick with oil, his strong arms around me, his cock buried deep in my ass...
I reached down and rubbed my cock, stroked it blissfully... grabbed my balls with the other hand, and teased my hole with a finger... jerked and shuddered as I blew out a nice thick load all over my abs... and then within seconds was happily out like a light.
Next day at practice I was energized. I wrestled harder than ever before, going all out to make a good impression in case Jase happened to be watching. It was like I'd found a whole new purpose. Up to now I'd felt a little bit lost as a small fish in a big college program but suddenly I had something to fight for. I so earnestly wanted to show him he'd made a good choice, and that I was on track to become the star wrestler he told me I could be. I even made sure to bust out some of the moves he'd taught me.
In the locker room after practice I was all smiles. I couldn't wait to be with him again. I approached him as he was undressing and asked if we'd be working out again that night.
"Sorry," Jase said, "I have a study group. We have a class project due so I can't miss it."
"Oh. Okay."
My heart sank. For a moment I wondered if I'd done something wrong, and he was cutting me loose. But then I caught a gleam in those gorgeous green eyes.
"Tomorrow night would be good, if you're free."
"Yes!" I yelped quickly, earning a big grin from Jase for my eagerness.
"Good boy. I'll pick you up tomorrow night at 8:30."
That night and all the next day my head was in the clouds. I couldn't think of anything else. Lying in bed, naked under the sheets, I pictured being with him, touching his magnificent body, feeling his strong hands on my skin. I fantasized about all the things he might do to me - each new thought made my cock harder than the last - and blew one of the biggest, most satisfying loads of my life.
For a guy who'd never even considered guy sex before, I seemed to be warming up to it pretty damn easy. But then again I'd had my eyes opened to it by the most incredible stud I'd ever met in my life.
In class the next day I could hardly concentrate on anything but Jase. I caught up with him in the locker room while we were suiting up for practice and stuck by his side like a puppy dog as long as I could until the coach split us up for drills. Afterward I undressed with him and showered next to him barely able to keep my cock from boning up in front of the whole team; thank God I was so wiped out from the workout. Every time he looked at me, every word he spoke to me made my heart beat faster and my chest swell up with pride, his words "Good Boy" forever ringing in my head.
As I waited for him on the sidewalk in front of my dorm, I understood for the first time how a dog must feel - not in a degrading or demeaning way at all but like a dog who was well cared for and loved, and who lived to please his master. Jase was training me to be a wrestler and a man. What he was doing for me would make me the best person I could possibly be. I wanted nothing more than to put my life in his hands and let him mold and shape me however he saw fit. I'd do anything to be his "Good Boy", whatever that might mean.
All that and more was in my head while Jase drove us over to Duncan's house. As we walked up the driveway together he draped his arm around my shoulders, and instantly I knew everything I'd told myself was exactly right.
"Let's start off with some weight training," he said. "How about a chest workout?"
"Yeah, that sounds great!"
"Good." He smiled at me as he peeled off his shirt and then his shorts. "I like to lift naked. A hard cock boosts your testosterone and helps you work out harder. And I don't like to feel constricted."
It was the best idea I'd heard all day. My shorts were already bulging as I tore off my own shirt, then quickly shed the rest. Stark naked together once more, I was stiff as a flagpole in no time as my eyes grazed over Jase's perfectly muscled form. I wanted to kiss him so bad; I stepped in close and reached out to touch him but he held me off and gave me a shove toward the flat bench.
"Fun later. Time to get to work."
I nodded eagerly and helped Jase set up the bar. We each did a warm-up at one thirty-five and then he began stacking on the weight. I was determined to match him pound for pound, even if I couldn't handle as many reps. We breezed through one eighty-five; at two and a quarter I started to lag. But with Jase spotting me, his powerful legs straddling the bench giving me a clear view of his ass crack, his thick erect cock and his full ball sack hanging right over my face, I found a reserve of strength I never knew I had.
After six grueling sets of bench we were both pretty wrecked but Jase led me on to the pec deck, and dumbbell flies after that, and cable crossovers after that. He attacked every set with a vengeance and I did my utmost to keep pace. It was worth it just to see those incredible muscles in motion, straining against the weights drenched with sweat, and to have him watch over me as I pushed and strained, giving me little pointers and soothing words of praise. At the end of it my chest was completely demolished and from the looks of it Jase was the same. He was panting and pouring out sweat in a way that made my hard cock ache.
"All right," he said, "Let's get on the mat."
"Oh man - I don't know if I have enough left!"
"Don't worry, we aren't doing strength moves tonight. We're gonna work on your slide-bys. Let's go, we'll start from a collar tie."
That made me happy; my slide-by technique was one thing I felt pretty good about. We faced off at the center of the mat and locked arms. Jase ran me through different moves and I showed off my best skills. He heaped on the praise and made me feel great but still gave me tips here and there that would help me improve even more. As tired as I was, I worked my ass off to please him and his smiles made me feel even better. Finally we'd all but run the slide-bys into the ground.
"Now let's see if you still know how to scramble," Jase said, and stepped over to the cabinet for the olive oil. I broke into a wide grin.
"I sure do," I replied. "Especially if it ends like it did before."
Jase's eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't count on that."
I stared back at him, confused, but he only poured some oil into his palm, began smearing it over himself and handed me the bottle. We slicked ourselves up top to bottom and rubbed oil over each other's backs just as we'd done two nights ago, except this time neither one of us was so shy about letting our hands roam into more interesting territory. The feeling of his hands gliding over my ass cheeks and sliding along my crack made my cock twitch and drip with excitement, and I made the most of the opportunity to give each one of his muscular cheeks a good squeeze, drawing a satisfied grunt from Jase that left me quivering.
We squared off at the center of the mat. Without warning he lunged in on a double and I instinctively sprawled and held him off but our slippery bodies didn't give us the usual traction and we both ended up on our knees grasping for each other, struggling to establish control. He'd try for top position and I'd wriggle out, snag his legs and try to turn him but he'd pull away and escape just as easily. The feeling of his oiled, muscular body, his smooth flesh mashed against mine, lit me up in ways I couldn't have imagined just a couple days before. It was like something had always been inside me that I was finally accepting and admitting to myself, and finally was beginning to understand.
I couldn't help but think of what it had been like the other night, first wrestling with him and then feeling such incredible pleasure as he fucked me. A part of me said to give in and let him take me then and there; my body was so hungry for another taste of Jase's cock. But I knew that's not what he wanted, any more than I did. I couldn't force myself to throw the match. We were wrestlers; we'd been trained at this since we were five years old. Whatever might happen between us later, we were both determined to wrestle our hardest and have it out on the mat in earnest competition first. It was a hunger equally as vital to us as our sex drive, a deep compelling need to test ourselves against each other, muscle on muscle and man on man, and share something between us as only two wrestlers could.
Although our cocks sure seemed to have other ideas.
Eventually Jase's strength and conditioning wore me out. He had me broken down and spread out flat, legs entangled, face to the floor, his full weight crushing down on my spine, his stiff cock pressed against my ass cheek and mine squashed into the mat. I struggled to break free but it was hopeless. I was beat. I blew out a deep breath and let my muscles go slack.
"You done?" he asked.
"I'm toast."
"Nothing more left?"
"Jase, I just want you to fuck me. Please man, I need your cock inside me. Fuck me!"
He leaned in close and growled into my ear, "I told you. That's not gonna happen tonight."
Jase flipped me over onto my back and looked me up and down. I didn't know what to do. I just lay there puzzled as he straddled my torso, grabbed my wrists, pulled my arms up over my head and interlaced his fingers with mine.
He leaned in until his chest was barely brushing against me - hard nipples teasing mine mercilessly - and kissed me, sensual and rough. I kissed back greedily, craving his affection, but he only pulled back and grinned at me, then attacked again, grinding his lips into mine and ravaging me with his tongue. He flexed his hips and slowly rubbed his hard cock back and forth along my abs as he kissed my neck, licked and gnawed on my ear in a way that drove me wild. I squirmed and whimpered as he tortured me to his heart's content, my cock as hard as stone, twitching and leaking insanely, begging for release.
Jase eased back until I felt my cock head sliding along his ass crack and coming to rest against his hole. He looked directly into my eyes and squeezed my hands tight as he pushed back harder, slowly, slowly spreading around my swollen head. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever had in my life, that tight, slick hole swallowing my meat so gently and then taking me in deeper bit by bit, a wave of pleasure inching down the length of my cock until it was completely buried inside him.
He rocked back on his hips and started grinding on my cock, grinning devilishly. I moaned loud and long as he worked my meat like a champ; I could hardly believe how good it felt. My toes curled and my legs tightened up and I began to buck and thrash but Jase let go of my hands and held my chest down firmly, panting and moaning himself as he rode me harder, bouncing on my cock like a cowboy, his ass so fucking warm and snug and comforting, his gorgeous muscular body filling my eyes, strong hands gripping my pecs. It was all I could do to grab his triceps and hang on for dear life as he used my body for his own personal playground.
It wasn't long before I couldn't hold back any more. I let out a yell, my ass cheeks clenched and my cock erupted with a shattering load. I squeezed Jase's triceps with all the strength I had left, and strained to thrust my cock into him as deep as I could. Suddenly Jase reared back, sitting upright on my cock jamming it in still deeper. He drew a big breath and his cock head swelled even more and cut loose before my eyes, laying a thick white stripe of hot cream from my breastbone to the side of my face.
I poured my juice into him freely as he blew out spurt after spurt, his thick cum splattering all over my chest and abs. It felt so warm and good against my skin. I couldn't get enough of watching it gush out of his beautiful cock and land on my body, dripping and running along my ribs in gooey streams, still dribbling on me as my cock twitched over and over again inside him. I dipped my fingers into Jase's cum and licked it off luxuriously, and then went for a second helping. It was the first time I'd tasted another man's cum and I loved it.
Jase collapsed on top of me and we kissed passionately, our tongues reveling and playing in the cream that filled my mouth. He licked it off my chest, sucked my nipples, buried his nose between my pecs and ran his tongue along the ripples of my abs, all the while moaning "Mmmmm," so soft and sexy and low. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed again, and then he just squeezed me tight and held me close. We lay there silently for minutes on end all tangled up in each other, hearts pounding together breathlessly, two athletes bonded by sweat and muscle and cum.
Jase looked into my eyes. "Did you like that?"
"God yes! I loved it!"
"Who was the dominant man? Who was in control?" he asked me, slow and steady.
"You were."
"That's right. Always remember that. Taking cock doesn't have to mean you're submissive. It doesn't make you a pussy."
"I know. I just never would have believed you wanted that."
"Why not? Taking cock feels damn good. The real pussies are the guys who won't take it, because they're afraid of it. Because of some stupid image they have. They think taking cock will turn them into girls. Too late - they already are."
I laughed, and snuggled against him. "You're right, it does feel damn good. But I thought you and I - "
"You're not my bitch," he said. "I'm training you to be a man. Right now you're still a boy, and you need to be under my control. But it doesn't do either of us any good to stay that way forever. You're gonna become my equal, and for us to do that you're gonna take my cock and I'll take yours. That's the only way it works. Understand?"
"Yes. I do."
"Good."
We slowly untangled ourselves and helped each other to our feet. Our eyes grazed over each other, both of us grinning hugely. Jase ran a finger down my breastbone and along the line of my abs, then put it to his lips and sucked it clean.
"I'll get the mop," I said.
"Good boy."
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