|-------------------------| |Wrestling Team Tryout (C)| |By Tommie Depp | | | |As told to me by Marc Y. | |-------------------------|
I know I have the sort of looks that a lot of guys find attractive, but the first time I really became aware of it was my sophomore year in high school.
I reached almost my full height that year, and stool a little over six-two. I was working out every day, even then, because of my father. Him being a competition body-builder left me with a lot to compete with myself. I was in very good shape, for someone that age, but still looked like a stretched-out blond-headed bean-pole of an adolescent. I was.
I wore my hair short right then because it was the fad of that time, but I prefer it long, like it is now. I think it was my short hair that started the whole thing.
Coach Doyne had been after me for a year as it was, so when he stopped me in the hall I knew what was going on, he was going to hit on me to join the wrestling team. . . one more time.
Sure thing, that's what happened. His wrestling team was in trouble again, and had been for years, I guess. He had a few good guys, some of them friends of mine, but none of them really gave a shit about wrestling. He couldn't look at me going by every day, he told me, knowing how much I could benefit the team, without asking me once more.
As it turned out, he was trying out two other guys that evening and wanted me to give it a shot too. I had told him before that I wasn't interested, but I just couldn't make the point. As I said earlier, I think it was my short hair and the "white sidewalls" that made him think I just looked like a jock. He couldn't understand why I wasn't thrilled with the idea of being on his team.
Just to get him off my back, I promised I'd come to his tryouts. Even as I told him I would show up, I promised myself that I'd wrestle so bad that he would just throw me out.
Four o'clock came around too soon for me, but I went over to they gym anyway. When I got to the door, Coach was there with a kind of casual friend of mine, Mike, who was on the wrestling team already. Mike went with me into the locker room and showed me some of the jerseys that the team wore, and told me to find one that fit, if I could. A couple of other guys were already there, both changing into the same kind of uniform I was looking at.
One guy was named Don, and was a kind of acquaintance, but not really a friend or anything. Don was kind of a little guy, being no more than five-ten or so. What he lacked in height, he made up for in width, though. Where most of the guys his age (and mine) were on the skinny side, Don was broad-shouldered and built in a way you'd likely call "husky" or "stout."
The other guy dressing out was named Rick. I didn't know much about Rick, but he looked like good material for the wrestling team, physically at least. What little I'd seen of Rick just screamed the word "stupid" at me. You don't have to be Einstein to be good in sports, but you can't be completely dim- witted either.
I selected a jersey everything I needed from the pile, and carried it over to my locker. To my pleasure I could watch Don from where I was dressing, and I got quite an eyeful. I had never seen much of Don before, but when he dropped his shorts to put on his Jock, I decided that I would make the effort some time. Don looked beefy in any clothes at all, but naked, he was beefcake fit for any magazine.
He had a deep chest, hairless, with small, dark nipples that were hard. The thick trunk of his body was like a single slab of thick muscle over his wide hips. He had trunk-like powerful legs and a big, beefy, muscular ass. What made up my mind, though, was his cock. It dangled in front of him, just inviting me over to play. It was thick at the base and the head was a big round knob that I just knew would be huge once he was hard.
Standing there undressing and sneaking peeks at Don, made it hard for me to squeeze my own dick into my Jock. I'm glad he didn't notice me staring at him. It would have been hard to explain my half-erection.
Well, he got dressed and left, and I was left to myself to finish suiting up. The uniform I picked out was a little small, so that when I pulled the one-piece up over me, it stretched very tight. It felt fine, but I worried that it might be tight enough that I would split it.
I had just finished pulling the suit up and smoothing it over my ass and legs when Mike came down and wanted to know what was keeping me. I told him I thought the suit was too tight, but he told me "The tighter the better! You'll see."
We went up into the gym together and Coach Doyne started his speech. He went on about the team, the school, the value of competition and a lot of rah-rah bullshit that bored me to death.
I spent the time looking at Don and hoping I'd get to wrestle him.
It didn't work out that way at all. Don got paired off with one of the guys already on the team, named Brian. Some guy named Joe, that I didn't know, wrestled Rick, and Mike and I were sent off to a corner to wait our turn.
This big fucker, Brian, looked like a mountain someone had put on legs and sent out for a walk. It took him about two seconds to make dog-meat of Don. Coach told him to take it easy on Don, but it didn't seem to matter. Don didn't know the first thing about wrestling, didn't seem to benefit from any advice Coach was giving him, and managed to do little more than fall to the ground and lay there every time Brian got within six feet of him.
Rick didn't do much better, he was more evenly matched with this Joe character, but my idea that Rick wasn't too bright seemed to be right, as he just kept walking into the same situation again and again. Every time he got close to Joe, Joe would trip him and pin him to the mat with the same moves.
It was obvious to me that neither of these guys were going to be on the team, so I decided to imitate them and get washed out too.
Mike didn't let me.
Mike knew me too well. He spent a lot of time behind me, getting his arms around me and pulling me down. Often as not when we were down he'd grab my thigh, or even a handful of my ass and shove my face into the mat. One time while he squeezed me ass real hard I got pissed and flipped around and pushed him away. He just came at me again and got me down on the mat again.
Seems like I spent the whole tryout lying face-down with Mike humping against me trying to roll me over and pin me. Every time he got me to my knees he'd reach between my legs and try to flip me.
Eventually I started to catch on. Mike was playing with me, very literally. He wasn't wrestling to win, he was wrestling to get a good feel. I guess the dawning light came when we reversed and both of us wound up nose-to-crotch in classic sixty-nine position. Even through his Jock and his tight uniform, I could see that his cock was hard. I stopped resisting so much when he grabbed my ass, and next time he put his arm between my legs, I trapped it there and made sure he could feel that my cock was hard too.
Just about that time Coach told us to stop.
He called everyone over and gave out the bad news. Don didn't make it. Rick didn't make it. Me, he wanted to talk to. He sent the others to the showers, thanked Brian and Joe for helping out, then kept me and Mike waiting while he filled out what seemed like pages of notes on his clip-board.
He started in on me then. He wanted me on the team and he rationalized away my clumsy performance, my bad form, my slowness. Nothing would make him accept a "no" from me. I told him no about half a dozen times and was on the point of walking out on the whole scene when he came out with this line about "you don't want to let your friends down." Well, that didn't mean shit to me, but it did make me think, all of a sudden, that wrestling with Mike might involve "wrestling" with Mike.
That pretty much settled it. Coach saw me think about it, and seized on things as though it was all over. From that moment I was part of the team as far as he was concerned and that gave him the liberty to do what he did then.
He backed Mike up against the bleachers and chewed him out big time. . . for getting a hard on! Mike was giving Coach his best stupid look and I was trying my hardest to be invisible when Coach turned on me and gave me the same dressing down, but with some additional blame for me giving Mike a hard on! Like it was my idea or something!
Well we both gave our best impressions of innocent bystanders until Coach was good and pissed. When he got pissed it pissed Mike off in turn and Mike finally just told Coach "Fuck you!" and stomped off to the showers. Coach got this perplexed look, like no one had ever said that to him before, then turned to me, took one look at my silly-assed grin and shouted "Showers!" at me.
Well, I just tried not to laugh, and headed downstairs to the showers.
When I got there, I was surprised to find that Mike had the locker directly opposite mine, a big coincidence considering the number of lockers in the room. I was even more surprised to find that Coach followed me in from the gym.
He was still pissed and told us both "My office! Right now!"
Well, let me tell you, I wasn't looking forward to it and I was seriously considering just taking a walk. I mean, what could he expect really? While I was telling Mike just that, Coach came back and said, "I said, 'Right now!' and I meant it!"
Mike was wearing just his jock and I was wearing only my t- shirt by then. Mike just shrugged and headed off behind coach. I stayed long enough to grab a pair of white gym trunks out of my locker and slip them on. I figured if I was going to be chewed out for getting a hardon the last thing I wanted was for my balls to be hanging out at the time.
I knew something was screwy as soon as I saw coach holding a paddle. The idea of him spanking a student was pretty unlikely to me, especially a high schools student, but the idea of him spanking a teen-age boy for having a hardon and maybe having to explain himself if one of us complained made it seem impossible.
But that's exactly what happened. Coach sat down and motioned at Mike. He said something stupid like "assume the position" to Mike, but it wasn't necessary. . . it was obvious that Mike had been through it all before.
Coach sat down in his office chair and spun it away from the desk. Mike walked over and leaned across his lap. Coach eased him down across his knees. Mikes hands rested on the floor and his legs were extended so that he made a kind of arch with his ass positioned above Coach's thighs. Coach put his left arm under Mike's chest, supporting him, and swung back with his paddle. The forward swing landed with a CRACK! that echoed off the locker- room tile and back through the door of Coach's office.
It must have hurt like Hell. Mike made a writhing twist and his hands came up off the floor. Maybe he jerked that hard, or maybe Coach lifted him up some, I couldn't tell. CRACK! Coach hit Mike again and he twisted. I found myself watching fascinated but unable to say why. CRACK! I didn't like watching Mike being embarrassed like that, humiliated in front of someone else, but I couldn't help myself. CRACK! It seemed like coach wasn't ever going to stop! CRACK! CRACK! again and again. Every time Coach hit him Mike would writhe again but he never made a sound otherwise. CRACK! I lost count of how many times Coach hit Mike, but it doesn't matter much. Somewhere along the line I stopped being upset about it and stopped being fascinated at all and began to be bored. I guess this kind of caused me to look at things all over again. Mike didn't seem to be in much pain. Between each CRACK! Mike would twist and sort of grind his hips, but I noticed that he was doing it between blows too. Coach's left hand, supporting Mike's chest was doing more work now, as Mike's hands were no longer on the floor. One was gripping Coach's leg around the calf the other was kind of hidden from me. It took me a while to get the drift of things, I was pretty innocent then, but I began to see what was happening. Mike wasn't in any pain at all. Coach's arm wasn't supporting Mike's chest, he was feeling it, playing with Mike's nipples. Mike's hand was under the two of them and stroking on his cock. Mike had pulled his cock out and Coach had it pinned between his muscular thighs where he was squeezing for all he was worth, while Mike stroked his own meat. While I watched Mike made this "Ahhhh!" noise and Coach delivered about five hard swats. . .CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! as fast as he could. Mike came a huge gob on the floor right in front of Coach.
They both looked at me. They had that "your turn" expression.
I stepped in front of coach and he stood up from his chair. He reached out and slipped my shorts down over my butt. He reached down and slipped his shorts down too.
We stood there face to face and dick to dick. Coach reached down and took us both in his hand and began to stroke us. Mike came over and grabbed a big double handful of my ass.
I pulled myself up tight against Coach and reached behind to feel his buns. As I did, he slipped down, moving his lips against my neck, then against my chest. He stopped to suck my nipple and to tease it gently with his tongue. He nipped me hard, then licked my nipple again for a second before he moved on down until he was seated in his chair and could suck my dick.
Coach took me into his mouth and began to tease the head of my dick with his tongue, passing it over the piss slit again and again and licking the delicate underside of my dickhead.
While coach sucked me Mike went to his knees behind me. He put his lips against my cheeks and ran them, velvety-soft, across the smooth skin.
Coach began to suck me harder, taking my shaft into his mouth and applying more tongue action. As his lips began to move up and down my shaft I began to move my hips in rhythm with his sucking.
Mike gets his act together and places his palms flat against the skin of may ass. As he spreads my cheeks wide, his tongue begins to tease my hole. My hips are swaying back and forth now, feeding coach more and more of my dick with every stroke, but Mike never misses a beat and gets his tongue solidly into may ass where he can tease me again and again.
Coach reaches up and puts both his hands against my chest. As he begins to pinch my nipples, Mike pulls back and puts a finger into my asshole. I moan as I finally get my whole dick all the way down coach's throat. Coach pinches my nipples harder and Mike adds another finger while he increases the speed of his thrusting. I am pumping my ass back hard against his fingers and hard forward against coach's face. Coach is pinching my nipples hard enough to hurt, and another moan forces itself out of me.
Coach suddenly leans back and looks at Mike around my hip. "I think he's ready!" he says.
Coach leans back and puts his elbows on the desk behind him.
He pushes his hips forward and down I'm straddling his big cock. Mike gets behind me and, both hands on my hips, presses down. He wants me to sit on it.
I lean forward and put my hands on coach's shoulders. Spreading my legs a bit wider I take a seat. As I slowly lower myself onto coach's eight-inch pole Mike comes around to the side of the desk. He puts his knee up on the desk, putting his cock right in coach's face. Coach turns his head and begins to suck Mike's dick.
I'm slowly lowering myself onto Coach. The head of his dick is big and round and doesn't want to go in. I press down, harder, moving my hips side-to-side to work that big, hard shaft into me. As I lower myself, Coach reaches forward and grips my dick and begins, not to stroke, but to squeeze. He is using my dick like it was a handle and lifting me up and down, pulling me away from his dickhead and pressing me back against it.
As he pushes hard, with a powerful squeeze, I finally manage to take his big cock into me. The head passes in, and a moment of pain is offset by the pleasure of having that thick shaft of meat inside me.
Mike leans to one side and pushes me back so that my back is arched and I sit down farther on coach's cock. As I take more of his shaft into me, coach begins to pump the muscles of his ass and to shove his shaft in and out. Mike leans forward and begins to suck my nipple. Coach is stroking my cock now. His big cock is ramming in and out of my ass. I begin to bend my knees, lowering myself, raising myself to match his strokes. Now I'm taking every inch of him inside me. Coach is stroking furiously on my cock while slamming his hips upward to pump me full of his hot meat.
Mike leaves my chest to lean farther forward. He forces me back into a still greater arch by grabbing a hand-full of hair at the back of my head. He presses his lips to mine and as his tongue enters my mouth I can finally stand it no more. Unable to hold back any longer, I shoot a long stream of cum onto coach's hard, smooth-skinned belly.
Gasping for breath while trying to return Mike's kiss I see coach dab his finger in my cum and put it in his mouth. Sucking my cum off his finger he puts his head back, almost on the desk, and pumps his cock furiously against my ass. I lower myself against his thrust, again and again, and when I hear the gasping moan of satisfaction, I know that coach has turned loose his load. He looks up at me and smiles.
Mike touches Coach's cheek with his still hard dick and I realize we're not done. Coach's cock is getting soft now, and slips out of me. I'm reluctant to let it go, but I know it's not all over.
As coach sucks his dick, Mike reaches down to feel my soft cock. "You mean I'm the only one still hard?" he asked. "Well, Coach, that means I get to pick where and I want mine in the shower."
Coach pulled back from Mike's hard cock and laughed.
We all followed Mike to the showers. Coach walked around and turned all the showers on. He turned them all to hot except the ones which were spraying me and Mike, those were just warm. Mike put his back to the steel pole of the shower, shivering slightly against the metal that is still cold. He puts his arms up over his head and grips the shower head. It gives his body a pleasant stretch and I find I can't resist the hard cock that he is thrusting toward me. I go to my knees and take his cock into my mouth. As I look up, he adjusts the shower head and a river of water sluices down his chest and past his cock. The shower wets my hair and pounds against my back. Brushing back my now- soaked hair I begin to suck on Mike.
Coach is kissing Mike and I've got his whole shaft down my throat. I suck hard, really hard while reaching around to cup his cheeks in my hands. Water is running in a river down my arms where it sluices off his back. I press my face against Mike's crotch and the water streams past. I suck and every time I get a a little more cock in my mouth I get a little sip of water. I am squeezing Mike's ass now, massaging the big muscles with my fingers and enjoying the smooth skin on top of the hard muscle. Coach is teasing one of Mike's nipples with his fingers and the other with his tongue.
Mike is really getting into it. He is slamming his hips forward to match my sucking and I can feel the muscles in his ass tensing and releasing again and again.
Suddenly Coach is on his knees beside me and pushing me aside. He wants some of that cock and nothing will keep him from getting it. I surrender it to him and move until I can get underneath Mike. I take his balls in my mouth and let the water run across my face while I suck them. Coach and I get in sync and while he presses his face into Mike's wet curls I pull back, stretching Mike's big balls away from his body and sucking hard. While Coach pulls back and sucks on the head of Mike's cock, teasing his piss-slit the way coach teased mine I press my face against Mike's groin and let is big balls fill my mouth.
Mike is moaning softly now and we all know he's close. Coach reaches up with both hands for Mike's nipples while I slowly begin inserting a couple of fingers in his ass.
I work my fingers inside and begin thrusting in and out as fast as I can. At the same time coach deep-throats Mike and just doesn't stop. I keep up the tongue action and Mike lets out a moan that isn't soft anymore. He slams his crotch against coach's face and puts his hands on the back of Coach's head to insure that it stay's where it is. I keep right on licking his balls and speed up my finger-fucking as much as I can.
Mike must have come like a garden hose because coach just couldn't swallow it all. He pulls back and leaves a slick coating of cum on Mike's dick. I moved to get a taste but the water washed it all away first.
We all stood looking at each other, stupid grins on each face. Coach picked up the soap and began to lather me. Mike joined in and we took turns scrubbing each other.
We all went our separate ways then with hardly another word spoken.
I knew that I had sure as Hell made the team.
Coach assigns mike as marc's trainer and makes him 'work out' with marc every night until both can give good head and take coach up the ass without complaining.
Shower scenes, locker room bench scene, coaches office repeated (first scene described above). work some B&D into this? instead of running laps the boys get punished some other way?