The Littlest Wrestler
By Jeffy
All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother.
I had planned on taking a bit of a break to celebrate the New Year, but I saw a request in ASSGM for some wrestling stories and the old wheels started turnin'! Here it is! I'm not a wrestler, so please forgive me if I get the details or weight classes wrong. Happy 1999 everyone!
Otherwise, enjoy!
"No matter where you go, there you are!" - - Buckaroo Banzai
Hi! I'm Richard Allen, and I'm 12 years old. This is a story about me and my experiences that I had on the Wrestling Team this past year. I'm small for my age, 5' tall and only 85 lbs., with dark brown hair and brown eyes. I'm also disgustingly hairless pretty much all over, although I do have lots of muscle 'cause I like to work out and wrestle a lot. Everyone calls me Ricky; the last one to call me Little Ricky still has a gap in his smile, even thought we're friends now! Most adults say I'm either "cute" or "adorable" (aaarrrgggh! I HATE that!) but I think I'm pretty ordinary.
I go to a regional school, which is a fancy way of saying that it's a sort of combined Junior and Senior High School with tons of kids going there. I heard about the Wrestling Team when the school year first started but figured I was too small to go out for the Team. Then I heard that Coach was in desperate need of a wrestler in the 85-pound class, so I figured I'd go for it. The worst he could tell me is no. Now, I'd never really wrestled before but I always did well wrestling around with my big brother and my buds, so I figured I could hack it. I worked out like a maniac for a whole month before I went to see the Coach.
"Coach Kelly?" I asked, peeking my head in the door.
"That's me, son." The Coach was a big guy, about 6' 2" tall, with big muscles and a kind face. Something in the way that he looked at me made me feel all oogey in my stomach. I gulped while he just looked at me expectantly.
"I'd like to try out for the 85-pound class spot on the team. My name's Ricky Allen."
"Thank God! I was beginning to think we'd have to forfeit all of the matches in that class. Well, step in, let's have a look at you." I did, making sure I held eye contact just like my dad always says to when meeting someone. I stood up real straight, feeling like a piece of meat in the butcher's display case.
"You look to be in pretty good shape, do you work out at all?"
"Yep, every day! I want to get built like my big brother."
He blinked. "Todd is your brother, right? Our star lacrosse player?"
"Yeah, that's him."
"Well come here then." I stepped over to him and he proceeded to run expert hands down my body, gently feeling every muscle. A strange feeling came over me. I suddenly wanted Coach to hold me tight in those big arms and never let go. I could feel sweat break out on my forehead as my dick literally jumped erect in my shorts. I hoped that Coach wouldn't notice.
"Well, there's not much to you, but what's there is all muscle. Ever wrestled competitively before?" He glanced down at my crotch and I felt sure that he knew I had a stiffy.
"No, so I won't have any bad habits to unlearn. Right?"
Coach began to smile and boomed out a laugh. It was a happy, carefree sort of sound and I found myself grinning along with him.
"Well, I can't argue with you on that. Be here tomorrow at 3:00 with a signed permission slip from your parents and we'll get you fitted out."
I was so excited that I stepped over to him and gave him a big hug. I was on the team! Coach laughed again and sent me on my way with a playful swat to my butt. I couldn't wait to tell my family!
As I hoped, my parents were all for the idea and my brother just grinned and told me that he'd be at every match. I went to bed that night and jerked my self silly thinking about Coach's big hands roaming all over my body. I was also looking forward to rolling around on the mats with all those sweaty boys on the team.
Well, I fidgeted even more than in school the next day until it finally got to be 3:00. I got to the gym and the Coach and another boy met me there. "Hi Ricky, this is Jason, he's the team captain. He'll be helping me train you." Jason was a tall, good-looking older boy, with blond hair and bright blue eyes. I liked him right away.
"Well. Strip down and let's get you fitted out. You'll need cup, jock, practice, home, and away singlets and of course head- and footgear." Coach started rummaging through a pile of equipment, throwing various things in my general direction.
I quickly skinned out of my shoes, socks, pants and shirt. Jason just looked at me until I dropped my undershorts. I stepped out of them and looked directly at him, my chin up, daring him to make a remark about how skinny I was. He and Coach shared a look and a smile between them. I felt my face heating.
They both assisted me in getting into my gear, helping me on with my jock and seeming to touch my bare skin as much as possible without being obvious about it. They both assisted me in slipping the cup into my jockstrap, and the feel of their hands down there caused me to get a throbbing stiffy in no time flat. I knew they both saw it because they shared a second look and secret smile between them. "Well, at least I look like a wrestler now", I thought, as they helped me adjust my headgear. Then they took me to meet the other boys on the team.
There were 8 of them, a bewildering array of names and faces. Alan was the 94-pounder, a cute boy with an open face, red hair, and freckles. Hank wrestled in the 104-pound class, a black-haired kid with deep blue eyes, a pale complexion, and the cutest little upturned nose. All of the other boys were just as good-looking and built and I felt my head beginning to swim. Then Coach broke us up saying "OK boys, I want 20 laps and no cutting corners! If I see ONE of you cutting corners it'll be 30 laps. Now let's go, MOVE IT!"
For the next hour we ran, did sit-ups, and stretched. I felt totally wrung out, and we hadn't even done any wrestling yet! It dawned on me that this could be real work, but strangely enough I was enjoying it. I did manage to keep up with the rest of the boys, gasping and sweating the whole way. Then we broke into groups to practice, and of course I was teamed up with the lighter boys from earlier. They were very nice to me, showing and demonstrating some basic holds with and on me. I could feel my dick getting hard again and tried to think of something, anything to get it to go down again. Both of the bigger kids remarked on how strong I was for my size and I felt a surge of pride. After 2 hours we broke up, the coach telling us it was a good practice. All of the boys then surrounded me and tousled my sweaty hair and patted me on the butt, welcoming me onto the team. I just grinned at everyone, thrilled to be accepted! Alex, our Heavyweight, came over to me and said "Good going little man! Way to keep up." I was a part of the team!
The next day, I was unable to get out of bed without help. Every part of my body hurt! My brother gently helped me out of bed and into the shower. He turned it on very hot and had me stand there as long as I could stand it to loosen up my muscles. As I came to breakfast I almost felt human again. Anyway, I limped through my classes that day as my muscles stiffened up again. Mr. Handley, our Chemistry teacher just smiled and asked me "First day on the Wrestling team?" I just nodded and he laughed.
I got to practice early and Jason was waiting for me. He sized me up with a look and guided me to a strange table in one corner of the equipment room. He told me to strip and get on it, which I did with his help. This was a massage table, I suddenly realized.
"I'll get naked too, so you won't feel uncomfortable." He told me. I turned my head to get a look at him (even that hurt) and involuntarily gasped. He was totally gorgeous! He was tall, slim, with incredible muscles and a long hanging dick. His balls were enormous and he had only a small patch of light blond hair above his dick. He spread some oil on his hands and began to massage down my back. His hands felt soooo good on me, he knew all the right places to rub to relax the muscles. I sighed and totally relaxed to enjoy this new experience. As he got to my lower back I prayed that he'd go lower, and he did, massaging my buns. I shuddered and moaned in total pleasure as he trailed a finger down the crack of my ass. He then told me to turn over, which I did, exposing my 3" stiffy to him. It stuck straight up in the air, like a periscope. I looked at him and he was hard too! God! It must have been 9 inches long! My brain buzzed and I wanted to get my hands on him more than I ever wanted anything in my whole life. He gave my front a long, slow massage paying special attention to my nipples (I always wondered why boys had nipples. Now I knew! It felt incredible!) and stomach muscles. Then he continued down, skipping my dick and balls but doing my inner thighs. He rubbed all the way down my legs and did my feet, which was an amazing feeling. I relaxed and moaned. Then I felt something different. He was licking my toes! I wanted to cum as he licked, nibbled, and sucked my feet and toes. What a feeling!
With a small moan he suddenly moved back up and began to lick my dick and balls as if they were the tastiest things in the world. I went nuts, moaning and squirming around on the table. He inserted a well-oiled finger into my butthole and I came in his mouth, squirting my thin boy cum. I felt like my whole body was cumming, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I lay back on the table in total happiness. Then, a very strange feeling came over me. I slithered down off of the table and made him sit on it. Then I took his huge dick and began jacking it, exploring every inch with both hands. Though very long, it was not too thick; I could just get my thumb and fingers to touch. Some clear stuff was dripping from the slit so I got some on my finger and tasted it. Not bad, in fact it was wonderful and exciting. I couldn't stand it any more and started to lick every inch of it, causing him to moan and squirm. Then I was licking the head, trying to stuff it into my hot mouth. In a shaking voice he told me what to do, to cover my teeth with my lips and make as much tongue contact as possible while sucking (not blowing, that's only an expression). I did as he instructed but was only able to get about 5 inches of it in my mouth without gagging. He told me "Don't strain, just relax your throat." and that seemed to help. He was stroking my hair and telling me how great I was when he suddenly told me he was going to cum. I just sucked harder and gripped more firmly with my hands. He came and came, big, powerful spurts that I thought would never stop. I swallowed frantically, loving the sweet, thick taste of it and the feeling of it sliding hotly down my throat. Still, I couldn't keep up and some dripped out of my mouth and down my chin.
Suddenly, I was aware that Coach was standing at the doorway with round eyes, staring at me. How much had he seen? I just stood there, frozen as he came up to Jason and hissed him full on the mouth, frenching him passionately. As I stared, mouth open in shock, he did the same to me, followed by Jason. "Welcome to the team," he said in a husky voice.
Well, needless to say I started to love going to practice more than ever. It seemed that almost every time one or another of the guys would be there to kiss, suck, or wank me while letting me do the same to them.
To everyone's surprise (except ours, of course) we had a powerhouse of a team that year. I won all 12 of my matches, 8 with pins, leading up to the State Championships. In an exciting State Final I beat my opponent (they did it opposite in the State tournament, with the heavier weight classes going first) by 2 points to cinch us the Team Championship; I was a little disappointed, wanting to pin him, but he was just too good. The crowd went nuts and the guys carried me off on their shoulders. The next day I was amazed to see my face on the front page of the Sports section of our local paper with the caption "All State" underneath. My dad and big bro just grinned at me and tousled my hair.
The next day was our final practice of the season. We were all still hyped up and made quite a racket in the locker room! Coach came in and told us to just come out in our jocks, nothing else. I looked at the others, but they just smiled their secret smiles at me. I was the last to emerge from the locker room and saw the others lying on the mats, pounding them with their hands. I blushed and walked to the circle of boys.
Jason got to his feet and looked at me. "Ahem, as team captain, it is my duty to make the following award. Ricky Allen, come forward and be recognized!" This was obviously some kind of ceremony. I stepped up to him and he brought something out from behind his back. It was a large box. He wordlessly handed it to me and I opened it in a frenzy. I couldn't believe my eyes! Inside was a blue and gold Letter jacket, with "WRESTLING 1998", "STATE CHAMPS" and "UNDEFEATED SEASON" across the back and "ALL STATE" embroidered down each leather sleeve. Over the left breast it said "Ricky" in big cursive embroidered letters. I just stared at everyone as tears slid down my cheeks. Then they had me try it on. It fit me perfectly!
Then Coach stepped forward and said, "It'll be a light workout, Ricky you'll be paired with Jason today. We all know he's a lot bigger than you, so just do your best." We quickly got into it, with me trying like crazy to get the better of Jason and not succeeding. He was very gentle with me, just holding me off, not trying to really pin me. I did manage to break and reverse one of his holds, which got me whistles and more mat pounding from the guys. Now they were all in a circle again, watching us.
With a strangely gentle throw Jason got me down on the mat. He was right on top of me, looking into my eyes with a smile on his face. Then he kissed me and all thoughts of wrestling went right out of my head. As we began to get into it, I felt the other boys touching me, stroking my body (and Jason's), oiling us up. The touching hands removed my jockstrap first, then Jason's. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him tight, wanting to never let him go. My head swam as the boys gently lifted my legs until my butthole was totally exposed and open to Jason's waiting dick. They greased us both up and Jason, ever so slowly and gently, began to insert the head. He looked at me with concern and whispered "Let me know if I hurt you and I'll stop, little guy." To be honest there was some pain but I wouldn't have stopped him for anything! It felt so good to have him sticking his dick up my ass, so right! I gasped and moaned, wiggling my ass until I felt Jason's blond pubes against my ass. The rest of the boys were still stroking us all over and helping to hold my legs back. Jason began to really fuck me, sending me straight into orbit. We were both sweating like crazy, gasping and moaning. His dick was stretching my butthole and probing deep inside me, sending shivers up my spine. Finally, we couldn't hold back any more and both came at the same time, moaning and crying out. Jason's hot gushers of cum felt great inside me as he filled my ass with thick jets of semen. My thin cum puddled on my belly as I had the most incredible orgasm of my life. Coach came over to us and gently slapped the mat beside my head.
"Pin."