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I know it's been some time, but here's another chapter!
===== Chapter 9 ======
The private athlete's only sauna was next to the wrestling locker room. The general student body didn't have access to it at all. It was medium sized, enough for maybe eight to ten guys. It had three different seating tiers. Jackson had it going full blast by the time Connor, Greg and I had finished cleaning up the wrestling mats, making sure there wasn't any leftover evidence of our extra fun wrestling session. It was important to keep the mats clean, Connor had told me.
We had pulled back on our singlets, at least to our waists, while we walked through the locker room, grabbing towels. Connor and Greg shed theirs and tossed them in their assigned lockers.
"Throw your stuff in there," Greg said, stepping out of his jockstrap and hanging it on a hook. His cock had deflated and hung between his legs next to his impressive set of, now empty, balls.
I stripped and tossed my stuff in his locker and Connor threw me a towel. It was smaller than I thought it would be, it barely wrapped around my waist. Both of them laughed at me when they saw me try to wrap it.
"Dude, it's just us guys," Connor said. He threw the towel over his shoulder and walked confidently out of the locker room and down the short hallway. "And it isn't like we haven't seen it before bro."
Greg followed. I copied my new "teammates" and strode nude to the sauna. One couldn't see through the frosted glass door at all. When Connor opened it, a huge steam cloud puffed out. Following them in, the door closed automatically. Jackson was on the highest bench, laid out, towel underneath him. Connor laid out his towel and sat down. Greg took the middle bench and laid out. I followed Connor's example and laid out my towel and sat down. The steam felt amazing. It felt like it almost instantly relaxed me. I laid back and sweat began to drip down my body. Occasionally I'd feel one of the other guys shift positions.
After some time relaxing, I could feel the door open. Cold air wooshed into the sauna and I opened my eyes. A shorter muscular man stood in the doorway, illuminated by the florescent lights of the locker room behind him. Looking up from his massive legs, his cock hung in front of an impressive set of balls. A barrel chest and solid traps rounded out his form.
"Gentlemen," he said.
"Coach!" Jackson said.
"You guys doing a little late night workout?" the coach asked, looking around.
"Yeah," Conor said, sitting up. Greg nodded too.
Nobody moved to cover their naked bodies. The coach walked in and sat down next to me.
"You're not on the team," the coach said.
"That's Evan, coach," Jackson said. "He's my roommate. We brought him in to workout with us, so we'd each have a partner. Hope that's okay."
"Normally this is reserved for student athletes... And staff," the coach said.
I swallowed, painfully aware that I was not supposed to be in the sauna and that the older man was looking me up and down.
"I guess I could let it slide, this once. You boys did well at the last meet."
Jackson laid back down. Connor and Greg closed their eyes. The coach leaned back and spread his arms on the wood bench above him, spreading his legs as he did. I felt the blood rush to my cock and tried to relax again. What didn't help was that the coach's cock was slowly gaining length.
Coach just sat there, his cock filling until it stood out straight, pointing across the room. I glanced to Jackson, then to Connor and Greg, who all just smiled and shrugged. Connor laid back and closed his eyes. Greg spread out his towel and laid back on it, his body stretched across the bench. Steam rose as the sauna heated back up. Jackson's hand dipped to below his waist and brushed up against his cock.
Minutes passed but it felt like hours. Coach shifted in his spot and his hand reached out and pulled back his foreskin. I must have been staring because a smile formed as I saw him open one of his eyes.
"Whatcha lookin' at kid?" he asked.
"Uhh, nothing, sorry," I replied.
"Sorry, sir," he corrected.
"Sir."
"Not proper etiquette to stare when you're in the sauna. Or the shower. Or the locker room in general."
"Sorry, sir," I said.
His hand moved to his cock and gave it another long stroke.
"Not unless you're going to participate."
I swallowed.
Coach looked over at me then nodded down to his cock. I looked to my roommate, who gave me a little smile and started stroking his cock. I scooted closer, next to Coach. He put his hand on my thigh and it sent shocks up my body. My cock instantly responded, growing as Coach's hand moved to hold it.
"Looks solid," he said, looking over to Jackson. "He's the reason you all haven't been coming to my `extra' practices?"
Jackson nodded.
"Well I hope you taught him what I showed you," Coach said. "Greg, Connor, stand up."
Both did so and stood in front of Coach. He nodded and they began to stroke each other. Coach spit on his hand and began jerking my cock, slowly, putting the exact right amount of pressure on the head of my dick.
"You see Evan," Coach explained. "Wrestling is a very physical sport. Lots of contact. Can't have my boys poppin' wood every time they get out onto the mat. We've developed training programs to ensure that my wrestler's entire focus will be on the mat when it's time to perform."
Coach sat up and motioned for Jackson to move across the sauna. Jackson stood and then leaned over the bench, his ass exposed. Connor and Greg followed suit. All three were lined up, their asses out and their holes exposed. Coach stood and tugged at my cock, motioning me to follow him. I did so and he led me by my cock across the small sauna. He spit on his hand and began to rub Connor's hole. Connor started to writhe under Coach's touch and one of Connor's hands moved to stroke himself.
"Not yet, boy," Coach commanded.
Coach moved on and readied Greg and Jackson. Before I had thought of these guys as my mentors and they were, but it was clear where they learned it from as they submitted themselves to Coach.
"Evan," Coach began as he went back to Connor and lined his thick piece with Connor's pulsing hole. "Boys need to be taught to control themselves. To harness their energy and channel it when appropriate. You know how distracting it is to try and perform a complicated wrestling hold, knowing your hard boner is digging into your opponent? Or having a hard cock press against your ass when you're in the middle of a competition?"
I didn't speak, only nodded to Coach as I watched him enter Connor who moaned in pleasure. Coach began to thrust a few times, going deeper with each until his thick bush of pubes caressed Connor's perfectly formed ass. Greg and Jackson stayed still, eyes forward, their cocks beginning to drip with a mix of sweat, sauna steam, and precum.
Coach pulled out and moved to Greg, giving him a few thrusts before moving onto Jackson.
"Control is an important element in wrestling. Control over yourself, your needs, your desires and that of your opponent."
Coach moved back to Connor and slid himself in all the way on the first thrust, then reached around and took hold of Connor's thick meat, stroking it a few times before letting it drop as Coach withdrew himself from Connor's hole. Connor shuddered when he did. Coach did the same to Greg. When he entered Jackson, he pulled his hair back so Jackson's back arched and he drove his cock so deep into Jackson that Jackson's feet nearly left the ground. Jackson let out a deep guttural moan.
"I've trained my boys to keep that control," Coach said, pulling out from Jackson.
He took Greg by the waist and moved him behind Connor before positioning himself behind Jackson again.
"Thrust," he commanded. Greg, whose cock was not as thick as Coach's, went into Connor with ease. "Stroke."
Coach was inside of Jackson already and both Jackson and Connor eagerly started stroking themselves as Coach and Greg fucked them. I went weak at the knees as my balls tensed and I shot out four solid ropes of cum onto the cedar floor.
"Looks like you need to learn some control Evan."
"Sorry, that's never happened before," I replied.
"Sorry, sir," Coach corrected.
"Sir," I replied.
"Can't control yourself at the sight of athletic men doing what needs to be done to win?" he said and reached for me. He pulled me by my arm and positioned me in front of Jackson. Without words, I knew what was going to happen. Coach stopped thrusting while Jackson lined his long rod with my hole and slid himself in. I was now bent over, arms holding myself up on the bench, while Jackson had me by the waist. Coach began thrusting and his momentum pushed Jackson deeper into me. I could feel Jackson's cock get harder as Coach pushed against Jackson's prostate. Looking over at Connor, his eyes were closed as moans escaped his mouth. Greg was pounding away, his thick forearms holding tight to Connor's waist. Within a few minutes, Coach's pace had quickened and he unloaded inside Jackson. Jackson thrust a few more times, pulling me onto him and I could feel him pulse inside me, releasing his boy seed deep. Connor let out a long moan as he spewed all over the bench as Greg collapsed on top of his back, clearly spent as well.
The sauna smelled of sweat and sex. Coach got up and laid back on the opposite bench, his cock slowly retreating into his foreskin. I hadn't seen many uncut guys, so I guess I was staring. The rest of us turned and sat down on the bench, dripping still.
"Jackson," Coach began. "You'll have to help train Evan if he's going to be in here. Can't let word spread that my boys aren't in top shape."
"Yes sir," Jackson replied.
"Good. Now Evan, you can use the gym and athlete facilities, anytime," Coach said. "Just remember what it's going to take."
===== Chapter 9 ======