"You two ought to quit" the coach said as he sat at his deck. Clyde and I stood facing him. We had just finished workout for the wrestling team. "you know all the moves, but you wrestle like girls" We knew his point. Whenever Clyde and I wrestled we didn't grab at each other like our teammates did. We were fine whenever we matched with the others, but with each other we just didn't...couldn't do it. My cock's erection made me feel embarassed and the time I grabbed him feeling he was hard too scared me away. "What's the matter with you two?" the coach waited for our answer. "Get showered" We ignored each other as he stripped, showered and left the locker room.
It was a few days later when the coach grabbed me, "Macy, office" he wasted no words.
"I finally discoverd what the problem with you and Smithdeam is. So, you two come to my place tommorrow afternoon and we'll solve it".
He went back to his work and I was dazed. Did he really know the "problem" or did he have some sort of weird way to shake us out of it.
Both of us were pretty good wrestlers and won a few matches. But whenever we worked out, Clyde and I tried to avoid each other. But the problem was we were the only two on the team in the same weight class..and that's why the coach made us wrestle in practice.
Clyde was walking down the street towards the Coach's house when I rode up on my bike. "do you know what he's up to?" I asked. Clyde didnt' look at me as he shook his head.
"OK, if you two want to stay on the team, what we do here today, never happened. Understand?"
"yes coach" we both muttered.
"strip down"
We both nervously were in our underpants and shoes when the coach announced his plan "completely down"
We were naked. He could see us in the locker room naked so we didn't feel too weird, but being in his basement...his own house...it was embarassing.
There were mats on the floor, weights in the corner and other jock stuff around so the place didn't seem odd. I had read stories about teachers having sex with their students and thought I was about to experience it.
"You two do exactly what I tell you and we'll get through this. oil up"
He threw Clyde a plastic bottle and he poured some of it on himself. He gave it to me and I did the same as we both began to spread it around ourselves.
"Naw...do each other" coach said as he surveyed the sight of two naked boys in the center of the mats.
We reached out and tentatively touched each other's naked bodies.
"Go for it...do it like men"
Clydes hands began to spread the oil all over my chest and I immitated his actions.
As if hearing my thoughts the coach advised "don't worry if you get a hard on...that's what all men do"
And as if hearing his words, Clyde's and my cocks did get hard.
"Oil each other everywhere"
We felt each others' bodies as we made every inch of each others skin glisten with the baby oil. His butt, legs, thighs, balls, cock, belly chest, arms, shouldres, neck. nipples...I became obsessed as I moved my hands all over Clyde.
He turned me around to do my back...exploring and oiling my shoulders, backbone, buttocks, asscrack and legs. I turned and did the same to him.
"Now keep going until those boners are gone"
We hesitated but not for long as we went back to each others' balls and cocks. The same ones we had both felt through wrestling tights and jockstraps..and soon our cocks were shooting sperm all over each other.
By that time we were ont he mats..sitting and facing each other.
"Ok clean up the mats and take a shower there"
The coach threw us a couple of towels as we got on our hands and knees wiping our sperm and oil off the mats.
"And when you shower, don't touch yourselves....wash each other..I'm watching"
And he did watch..as we soaped and rinsed each others bodies as we had oiled each other..and then jacked each other until a second volume of sperm escaped us.
"Now put these on"
The tights were the right size...we wore no jocks but soon were dressed as we nearly would be in practice the next day and for months to come.
We grabbed, lifted, wrestled, had fun and indeed worked up one hell of a sweat. It was one of the best practice matches I had ever had.
And I felt Clydes cock and balls when I grabbed him..and he mine. We even got hard now and then but kept on wrestling, not worried about our reactions.
"good practice. you two keep your private lives out of the gym from now on. But when you get there, you better be ready to fight like that"
Clyde and I got together for "private matches" often..and in the gym wrestled like we had never done before. We both became better fighers..even winning more matches then before.
Eventually as we both grew, our weight classifications changed and we had to work out with others to keep us ready for the inter-school matches. But we continued to keep our own matches very private....and that helped us on the mats in the gym.
When I shook the Coaches hand at graduation I thanked him "for everything" and he winked.
Thanks to him I learned to wrestle hard in a different way...my way...Clyde's way too.