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Wrestling Drew - Part 7
You wake up slowly the next morning. Stretching, you feel a dull ache throughout your body and remember the beating Sam, Mike, Jake and Sean gave you. You open your eyes and notice you're not alone in bed: you're spooned around Coach's hard body! You study his muscular back and your arm wrapped around his shoulders. You see all the black and blue bruises on your arms, delts, pecs, abs and legs. Damn, those guys really worked you over, using your proud bod as their wrestling dummy. All those knee drops on your upper arms and chest, the pounding on your abs, smashing your shoulders into the ring post and the kicking and punching of your quads will have you sore for days if not weeks to come. Yet the throbbing, glowing muscle ache feels good in a way. It turns you on, especially when you notice your inflamed nipples. All the tit clamp work and nipple twisting has colored them an angry purple, and swollen them to unbelievable proportions. They must be standing at least half an inch off your chest! You move your hand over to them and start to play with them. Pleasure/pain shoots through your chest as soon as you touch them, and your dick starts to throb and grow. You start to grind your dick against Coach's back as the rubbing and twisting of your nips turns you on more and more. Your eyes look around Coach's bedroom and notice lube and condoms on the nightstand. You reach over and grab them, retrieving a condom from the pack. You roll it on your hard dick, then squeeze and twist your bruised balls. Your dick spurts some precum into the condom as you groan in pleasure. Then you squirt some lube on your fingers and spread it on your cock. Some more lube, and you start to slick up your Coach's ass. I moan, slowly starting to wake up. But before I can get my bearings, you get so horny you ram your dick up my ass. I moan in lust as my eyes suddenly fly open, but you roll me over on my stomach and start pounding away. Every time your rock hard dick is rammed up your Coach's ass, your body slides over my muscular back, rubbing your throbbing nips all over, causing them to grow even harder and bigger. As a result, every muffled groan from your Coach is matched by a moan from you. You grab my shoulders, giving you extra leverage as your powerful legs slam your dick into me again and again. Here you are, an 18 year old, 5'8", 190 pound wrestler, rutting up the tight ass of your 27 year old, 6'2", 200 pound wrestling Coach! The feeling of power and domination over the bigger guy turns you on beyond belief as you slam into me harder and harder, the impact making the muscles all over my body tremble. You sink your teeth into my shoulder, while one hand slides around to my chest and starts ripping at my nipples. That does the trick, my body goes rigid and my ass clamps down on your dick as I bellow and squirt shot after shot of cum into the mattress. At the same time, I grab your balls and squeeze them and that, combined with the vice-like ass gripping your cock, causes you to spasm and you shoot wave after wave into the condom. As we slowly come back to earth, I lift my head from the pillow and say: "Well, Drew, I guess this means you're well on your way to recovery, stud!" You just grin.
After breakfast, I head to school to catch up with some paperwork. You stay at my house, until you realize that it's Saturday, and that means Sam the quarterback has a game today! And even better than that, there will probably be some talent scouts at the game today, looking for future college ball players. A revenge plan forms in your mind as you get dressed and head for the football field.
At the football field, Sam has been dropping hints that he will no longer have any competition as star athlete of the high school. He doesn't go into specifics, but says enough that people figure out that he and Mike, Sean and Jake made sure that Drew will not be the stud anymore. Meanwhile, you manage to snag a great seat, just a few seats back from the field, and since the game isnt sold out, there are empty seats around you. After all, Sams team is expected to beat the visiting team easily. You're wearing soccer shorts and a formfitting long-sleeved shirt (to hide most of the bruises on your upper body from the rest of the crowd). The game begins, and Sam's team quickly builds up a lead in the first quarter. At the start of the second quarter however, just as Sam is about to pass the ball to the wide receiver, he sees Drew in the stands! Amazed that you are not in the hospital, let alone right there in the stadium, Sam is distracted and the ball flies wide, straight into the stands! That is the beginning of the end of Sam's team. First, the visitors even the score. Then, when Sam's team regains possession and the center gets ready to hike the ball to Sam, Sam is completely distracted when (out of the corner of his eye) he sees Drew taking off his shirt, putting his muscular but very bruised upper body in full display of the quarterback. Sam just stands there, his attention riveted on Drew, when the opposing team's left defensive tackle manages to get through the offensive linemen and sacks Sam. And that's just the first sack of many. Sam's team doesn't understand what is happening as their star quarterback suddenly seems to lose all grasp of the game. They don't notice that every time Sam gets the ball, you starts flexing your awesome body, start working over your abused nipples in full view of Sam, stick your hard, dripping dick out the leg hole of your shorts, and basically do everything you can to distract the practically drooling quarterback. Soon, the home team's situation is hopeless, and they go on to one of their worst losses ever! Needless to say, the talent scouts give up on Sam and go home in disgust.
At the end of the horrible game, the defeated home team slinks back to the locker room, livid at Sam's terrible performance. As the team heads for the showers, Sam sits on the bench, hanging his head. He hasn't even bothered to remove his uniform yet, knowing that he looked like a fool in front of the talent scouts. Suddenly, you enter the locker room. "Hey there Sam! Surprised to see me?" Sam stutters: "Wha.. How.. How did you do that? How can you even WALK?" After all, last time he saw you, your muscles were bruised so badly you couldn't even move, and he finished you off by knee dropping your balls until you passed out! You slip off your shirt and flex. The bruised muscles throb and glow, but that actually feels GOOD! "What, you thought you wimps could hurt THIS BOD?" Sam is stunned, his mouth gaping open as he looks up at you. You quickly take advantage of that: you pull down the front of your soccer shorts and RAM YOUR DICK INTO HIS MOUTH! Sam gags, taken by surprise.
Just then, the rest of the team returns from the showers, still glowering at the quarterback that cost them the game. The right tackle sees you and says: "Hey Drew! How's life?" Then, spotting the black and blue marks all over your body: "WHOA! What the hell happened to you? Did you get run over by a bus or something?" It's only THEN that he notices your dick reaming out the (still fully uniformed) quarterback's mouth. You reply: "No, I was ambushed in the gym by Mike, Jake, Sean and Sam." "Holy shit! So THAT's what Sam was bragging about before the game! Are you alright?" "Sure, it takes a hell of a lot more than those guys to put me out of commission." You flex your arms for emphasis. Sam looks up at you, worried and embarrassed to be face-fucked in front of the team. "Wow. So they beat you up, four against one? That SUCKS man! What kind of piece of shit would do that?" he asks, glaring at Sam. "Yeah, and then he gloats about it?" adds one of the linebackers, incredulously. "And then he fucks up the game too! What a total fucking loser! Lets give him a taste of his own medicine!" The team, angry about their embarrassing loss, advances on Sam, ready to beat him up. They may not always like you (partly because of the rivalry between football players and wrestlers, and partly because you're sometimes too cocky for your own good) but they do know that a four on one beating is something no true sportsman would ever do. "Hold it, guys, this is between me and him. Let's not sink to his level.", you say. "He's having a HARD enough time as it is!" The linebacker laughs, but continues: "I still think you're letting him off easy. They beat you up four to one, and all the punishment he gets is that he has to give you a BJ? If someone did that to me, I'd get some buddies together and fuck him up BAD, dude!" The rest of the team agrees: "Fuck yeah, I'd have his ass, man!" "Yeah, I'd certainly give him a beating he'd never forget!"
Sam, frightened now, decides he'll try to escape. He SLAMS his fist into your crotch, mashing it into your already bruised balls. You bellow in pain as your swollen balls get abused AGAIN! But you're quick enough to grab Sam as he tries to get away, you wrestle him down, bent over the bench, rip a hole in the back of his uniform pants, and SLAM YOUR DICK UP HIS ASS! The rest of the football team, dazed by the quick turn of events, sees the quarterback that embarrassed them on the field, and tried to cowardly beat up the school's star wrestler off the field, now getting his ass pounded while still in full pads and uniform! They roar their approval, and the linebacker walks over to the face of the now yelling Sam, and jams his dick between the quarterback's lips. The whole scene turns you on: there you are, the school's star wrestler, in the football locker room, shirtless, with your shorts around your ankles, your bruised, black and blue muscles on full display, your swollen balls swinging as you pound the ass of the fully uniformed star quarterback who tried to beat you up. Meanwhile, that quarterback's face is getting pounded by the dick of a naked linebacker, and the three of you are surrounded by the (naked) rest of the football team, still wet from the showers. Some of them are just blown away by what's happening, others are admiring your hot stud body, which took such an incredible beating (including a direct hit on your balls, right in front of them), but didn't skip a beat! The right tackle, his own dick starting to throb dangerously, murmurs: "Fuck, buddy, what the hell did they do to you? DAMN youre one TOUGH motherfucker!", as his left hand strokes your pounding, clenching butt and his right hand gropes your black and blue pecs. Then, seeing that you're getting close, he grabs your hard, swollen nipple in a death grip and starts to twist and pinch it, digging his nails into it, knowing that this will get you off. Meanwhile, his other hand slips down your butt, between your legs and grabs your swollen balls and starts squeeeeeezing them! Every time your hips slam forward, into Sam's ass, your balls get pulled HARD! Meanwhile, the pressure on them gets almost unbearable, and your right nip is THROBBING! Then the linebacker, still pounding the quarterback's mouth, leans forward and BITES DOWN ON YOUR LEFT NIP! With your nips almost being ripped of your chest, your balls being crushed and pulled, and your dick slamming deep into the quarterback's ass, you SPEW YOUR LOAD DEEP INTO SAM'S TIGHT ASS! "FUCK YEAAAAH! IM BREEDING YOU, ASSHOLE!" you shout, as you flood the football players butt. Then the linebacker moans, his muscles clench and he squirts his cum down the quarterback's throat. Seeing this, the right tackle jacks his dick a few times, then spews his load on Sam's back.
Meanwhile, you pull your dick out of Sam's ass, but it's still hard, so you flip him over on his back, then ram your cock back into his butt. The whole scene has turned you on so much, you're ready to go again! As you're rutting away, you're being felt up by the football players who admire your awesome physique and wanna feel all the beaten and bruised muscle. One by one, the entire team jerks off and blasts their load all over the quarterback and you, the star wrestler! You love all the attention, and show off and flex every inch of your body as you're fucking Sam. Meanwhile Sam, one eye almost caked shut by all the football player's spunk, looks up at your display and you notice he's got a raging hard-on! You decide to punish him a bit, and bend over and whisper in his ear: "You'd better not cum, asshole!" That threat actually causes his dick to spasm, and you can see he's having real trouble keeping from cumming! That information, coupled with the earlier episode in the history class, tells you that Sam might be straight, but he really seems to be into being dominated! This could be very interesting! You keep banging into the quarterback's ass as long as you can, but finally you feel your balls starting to climb up, a signal that you're ready to unload your nuts again. You try to hold off a little longer by grabbing your stones and pulling them down, but the extra pressure on your throbbing nuts actually brings you closer to the edge. You pull your throbbing dick out of Sam's ass, flex your entire body as hard as possible, all the muscle on full display, veins popping out (bringing a muttered: "FUCK, what a body!" from some of the football players), pinch your nipple and CUM ALL OVER THE QUARTERBACK! Shot after shot flies through the air, landing on Sam's uniform and face and hair again and again, coating his other eye shut too! Your body shudders with the intensity of the orgasm, your butt still flexing to pump every last drop of spunk out of your dick as you pummel your cock with your hand.
When you finally come back to earth, you pull Sam's street clothes out of his locker, use his letterman jacket to wipe up the football players' cum that got sprayed all over your body, take one look at your own shirt and shorts which got soaked by all the spunk, and decide to pull on the quarterback's jeans. You can barely get them over your pumped thighs, but once you've got them on, the jeans (which were loose fit on the quarterback) fit quite snugly around your muscular thighs and bubble butt. Then you struggle to put on his shirt. Again, the shirt which the quarterback fit quite easily, is almost impossible to get on. But with the help of some of the football players, you finally get it on. It is loose at the waist, but skintight around your shoulders, pecs and arms! You walk up to Sam, wipe the cum out of his eyes so that he can finally open them again, and then, while staring directly at him, you start to flex. You start with your right arm. You bring it down right in front of the quarterback's face, and then you slowly start to bend it, flexing the biceps and triceps, slowly powering up the muscle! The sleeve gets tighter and tighter, the quarterback's eyes grow, and finally the material RIPS RIGHT OPEN and your biceps pos out.! You see Sam actually licking his lips, blown away by how much bigger your arm is than his! Then you put your other arm in front of him and tell him: "Go ahead fuckhole, touch it and feel what a REAL man feels like!" Sam licks his lips again, and then slowly wraps his hands around your upper arm. "Come on Sam, squeeze as hard as you can. See if you can keep me from busting the sleeve with my muscle!" Sam squeezes as hard as he can, but you slowly and unstoppably flex your arm, letting it grow bigger and bigger, forcing Sam's hands apart as the rock hard muscle expands. You deliberately drag it out, but slowly the sound of ripping fabric can be heard. There is a murmur from the assembled football players (some of whom have actually started whacking off, blown away by your display of muscle-dominance)! Still, you continue to bend your arm, popping out more and more muscle, until your massive bicep and triceps are covered only by shreds and Sam removes his hands, defeated. You bring the rock hard ball of muscle up to his lips and say: "Kiss it, asshole, kiss the muscle that you will never be able to beat!" Slowly, Sam starts to kiss the massive arm. But the submissive gesture seems to turn him on, and he starts to slobber all over it. Just as he's getting into it, you pull your arm back, straighten up and start to flex your chest and back. You start your front lat spread, pumping up your back, pecs and delts bigger and bigger. Slowly, rips start to develop at the back of the shirt and right where your delts balloon up bigger and bigger. You do the pose in slow motion, so everyone can see and hear the fabric tearing. Here and there, the sound of a muffled "Oh fuck!" is heard as another football player shoots his load at the cocky display of muscle size, muscle control and sheer macho attitude! With the pose finally at full flex, your back and shoulders now almost completely on display, the quarterback's eyes riveted to your physique, you lean over to him and say: "Remember, Sam, no cumming 'till I say so". You straighten up again, the shirt's sleeves in ribbons around your pumped arms, the back completely ripped open. Now you bring your hands up to the shirt collar (pumping your arms a few times for added display) and then you slowly tear the shirt down the front, baring your hot, pumped chest and swollen, hard nipples. The quarterback's dick shakes visibly at the sight, but he doesn't come. You grab the quarterback's letterman jacket and your own shirt, and leave the gasping Sam behind, telling him: "I'll deal with you on Monday."