Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2012 01:27:48 -0500
From: quest47484748 <quest47484748@gmail.com>
Subject: Massaged by Wrestling Coach

My last class of the day three days a week in high school was wrestling
practice. I don't know about the rest of the team but after the first day
of rolling around on the mats trying to pin a guy I started wearing two
jock straps. The second was to soak up the pre cum that invariably soaked
through the first caused by a muscular arm or leg grinding against my
crotch. And with two I didn't get as boned up because there was less room
for stick to stretch out. After the first few weeks I noticed a trend in
the coach's teaching style. At the beginning of class he would pick one
team member to demonstrate the various holds and takedowns he wanted us
to practice in pairs. Each one was performed at least three times so by
the end of class the guy would be pretty sore from being flipped around,
pinned mounted by a well-built man in his early forties who didn't do
anything half measured. To help the team member jump start the recovery
process he would offer to give him a massage and drop him off at home
afterwards. No one ever said no and I looked forward to my time on the
massage table with a boner whenever it crossed my mind. In the locker
room the lucky guy would strip down to his jock and meet the coach in the
physical therapy room. The coach had studied massage as part of his
training to be a coach and was very skilled in rubbing men in all the
right ways.

One of the reasons why I looked forward to it so much was because it was
like Fight Club. Every member of the team who had gotten a massage and
was asked later how it was smiled and spoke in the vaguest generalities
about how it was the best one they ever had, usually while absentmindedly
massaging their dicks remembering their time on the table under the
coach's strong yet smooth hands. No matter what happened I knew when my
turn came it would result in a big deposit for the spank bank.

My number came up on the worst possible day. I woke up that morning with
no time for my daily shower stroking and post sleep nut emptying. It was
so hard I couldn't point it down in my inner jock strap so I laid it
against my stomach and pull my jocks up to hold in place dreading a day
of periodically wiping pre cum off my stomach. I had planned to take the
matter in hand during lunch but every stall was taken and I didn't want
to risk being caught jacking off at a urinal and having it get around
school.

And that might have been the reason the coach picked me that day to be
his wrestling buddy. When I changed into my singlet in the locker room
repositioning my still rock hard dick wasn't an option so when I walked
into the gym it was clear how sexually excited I was because instead of
the usual smooth round crotch by nuts and seven inch dick were outlined
in snug lycra that left nothing to the imagination. Everybody took a good
look when they thought no one else was looking at me except the coach who
took a long hard stare at meet before meeting my eyes and telling me I'd
be on the mat with him that day. The news caused at good tablespoon sized
pump of precum to exit my dick and soak the top of my jock. I was hoping
to sweat enough during practice that my body fluids would mix enough to
be indistinguishable.

The next hour was blur of the coach holding me in different positions,
pins and grappling techniques designed to get your opponent on his
stomach and keep him there long enough for the ref to count to three and
win the match. The last one had the coach grinding his crotch into my
sweaty ass and by the end of class I was drained in every way but one.

As I made my way to the physical therapy room wearing just one jock each
of my team mates who had gone before me gave me a little smile and nod as
they cupped their junk, almost like a secret handshake. Thoroughly
exhausted I still couldn't help but perk up when I entered the P.T. room
and saw the coach dressed exactly like me, naked except for his full
jock. As I took my place face down on the table the coach explained that
it put his clients at ease to be equally undressed up to and including
full nudity. In the middle of the table (right where my hard dick would
soon be throbbing and leaking) was a fluffy hand towel. I was a little
off the mark in guessing its purpose. I thought it was there to soak up
pre cum but as the coach began massaging my upper back and shoulders he
explained that it was there to soak up the huge load that he'd be
massaging out of me in the next 30 minutes. In school he learned that
every quality massage included the prostate and a happy ending for the
both (sometimes he still jerked off thinking about doing homework
assignments with his hot farm bred roommate). I told the coach he might
have to change mine half way through because I'm a big pre cummer. He
chuckled and told me that he had figured that out an hour ago when he had
an arm across my stomach getting ready to pin me and he felt a gush of
dampness spread across his arm accompanied by a spasming rock hard dick
so he had brought in extra towels.

The coach usually waited until the half-way point to slide of the
wrestler but seeing how I had been boned up all day he took pity on me
and slid it down and off at the beginning. With my eyes closed I picture
him taking his jock off too and letting his hard meat bounce underneath
the table and drip pre cum on the floor.

To this day it's still the best massage I ever had. Besides the usual
strokes and rubs he ground his hard dick into my forehead when he was at
the front of the table doing my shoulders and when he massaged my feet he
rubbed his dick between them and wiped his pre cum on my soles. I thought
I'd blast my load when he massage the inside of my thighs and kept
brushing against my nuts with the occasional detour to tease my virgin
hole (the only thing that had ever gone up there was a nozzle connected
to an enema bag when I couldn't shit one day; I was rock hard and
dripping all the way through and came like gangbusters when I finally got
to sit on the toilet and push everything out).

At the most I was two nut brushes away from soaking the towel with my
load when the coach removed his hands from my turned on, ready to cum
body. I heard a microwave in the distance ding and opened my eyes to see
a naked coach walking back with a warmed up bottle of special massage
lotion formulated to enhance anal pleasure. He was hung like a mule and
strands of pre cum flew from his nine inch cut dick with every step. The
warm oil felt great on my ass cheeks as the coached massaged in what
hadn't trickled down to my eager ass hole. He knew I wouldn't last long
(and was impressed I hadn't already soaked the towel) so he had me get up
on my knees and elbows. My dick stayed right against my stomach and I
could a long strand of pre cum connecting the head to the now thoroughly
soaked towel. The coach swapped it out for a fresh dry one as well as a
few others because he knew I was going to spray all over the place.
Simultaneously I felt the coach's finger begin its journey into the
depths of my ass and his other hand grab and begin stroking my dick.
Waves of pleasure coursed through my body and clouded my mind of
everything but the desperate need to finally empty my nuts. We both
groaned as his digit penetrated me on a mission to find the spot that
would force the cum from my dick. I bucked a couple of times from the new
sensations and wished I could see what the coach's dick was doing under
the table. One good rub of my prostate from the coach's warm oiled finger
set off the inevitable chain reaction of my ass clamping down hard and my
dick shooting the biggest load either of us had ever seen. The coached
aimed my shooting meat towards the towel and I gave it at least ten pumps
of hot semen before the rest just sort of oozed out. I soon learned from
the large fresh load under the table that the coach had cum at the same
time.

Now fully exhausted he let me rest for five minutes before carrying me
into the empty shower room and placing the palms of my hands on the wall
under one of the heads. The warm water splashing over my body revived me
and the coach soaping me up all over got me hard as rock and ready to cum
again. After he rinsed me off he told me he had one last massage for both
of us. He had me hold my position as he turned off the water. I felt his
hard dick work its way in between the cheeks of my ass as his hands went
around my front; his left to cup my nuts and his right to pull on my left
nipple sending exciting me from head to toe. With his middle finger he
teased my hole and made me think he was going to enter me again. I felt
his dick going in my ass would hurt like hell but if he asked knew I'd
say yes. As he rubbed his pre cum up and down my ass making it slick I
thought he was going to stick it in but I was wrong. He supported his
weight on my back and started stroking my dick with the hand that been
teasing my nipple. Getting my nuts cupped has turned me on ever since I
was a little kid getting measured for a new pair of pants (the tailor and
I usually ended up with tents in our pants that we would rub for a few
stolen minutes while staring at each other lustfully). With my palms on
the wall I gave myself over having my nuts cupped while getting jerked
off and having a warm huge dick rub up down between my ass cheeks. As I
feel the point of no return approaching I tell the coach I going to cum
and he says "me too son, me too". As the first shots of my load coat the
wall I feel the dick behind get a little bigger and the spasm
rhythmically as the coach blasted our feet with his purposely timed load.


And that's why to this day I can't watch high school or college wrestling
with getting a boner and having to jerk off.