Date: Tue, 16 May 2006 22:25:25 EDT From: DAG1064@aol.com Subject: "The Wrestler" M/t, oral, anal The Wrestler By David DAG1064@aol.com Author's Notes: This story is fiction. The characters are not real. Just another nice little fantasy from my head. The Wrestler I watched him strain to overcome his opponent. The muscular young man slowly managed to turn his opponent over on the mat and just as quickly applied the pin through the means of a small package (not that one!) wrapping him up tightly. I watched the coach slap the mat three times and the two wrestlers broke apart. Now I could see the young man on top was a young teenager. I guessed his age around fourteen and shivered as I gazed on his perspiring body. A boy sweating in a singlet is the ultimate fuel for my boy loving fantasies. I could feel myself getting erect. His face was still of a young boy but the rest of him wasn't. I watched his muscles shift as he moved. I was trembling with mad desire for him. As if he had heard me, he looked up and our eyes met. I could see something in his black eyes as we made the contact. He smiled in my direction and very discretely groped himself. I had to find a way to get this young wrestler in my bed and teach him a new way of wrestling. I had just started my new job as the assistant to the wrestling coach. I was originally from Texas in the States, having moved here to Japan when I was barely fourteen with my father who was a Colonel in the Army. Mom had died years before and my father and I were never close. He would have left me there in the States but he didn't, and that's one thing I had to be grateful for. We lived in the base housing. I went to the Japanese schools and managed to learn Japanese a lot quicker than he did, a fact that I was able to boast about much to his anger. It would be the one and only time I could ever get anything over him. I didn't hesitate to move away the moment I turned eighteen much to my joy. I moved down south of Japan and found a much nicer place to live in. My job interview for the wrestling coach's assistant consisted of a match against the coach himself. Having had a big interest in wrestling for very personal reasons I worked hard to beat him and managed to do it. The man was impressed. I looked at my clipboard to find out his name. I wanted to know more about this young teen who had just joined the team. He certainly knew his stuff and that was good because the coach didn't have time to waste in teaching guys how to wrestle and he didn't expect me to either. I was to assist him in running the team and I worked hard at it. I hoped he liked what I did and that the boys on the team respected me. "Sir?" a soft melodic voice asked. I looked up to find the boy in front of me. I took a breath and managed to keep myself under control. "Yes?" I asked him. "I was wondering if you were going to unlock the gym tomorrow morning," he said as he shifted nervously. I looked around quickly to see if anyone was looking on. "I can do that," I said. "What time?" "Eight?" he asked me. I smiled. "Sure. That's fine. Give me a chance to work out as well. What's your name?" He smiled at me. "Oh good. My name is Kiyo Honada." "Nice to meet you," I said as we shook hands. The palm of his hand was soft. I worked to keep myself under control as I let go. Kiyo turned to the locker rooms and went through the door. As casually as I could, I went into the nearby public bathroom and locked myself into a stall and jacked off. Oh God had he gotten to me! I knew what my dreams would be like tonight. I cleaned off and headed back out into the gym in time to supervise the guys in getting the mats put away. I checked in with the coach and made my report and he nodded. "Lock down the place when everyone is gone," he instructed me before he left. I went home after I had done that. As I predicted I dreamed of him that night. He walked towards me on the mat shedding his singlet as he did so, standing there with just the jock strap on. I stepped up to him and began to touch him and he moaned in pleasure. I got down on m knees and removed the jock strap from him and saw his magnificent cock present it's self to me. I felt his hands on my head urging me to suck his cock. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him off to a very satisfying cum. It was so damn real to me that when I woke up from it I had seriously loaded my briefs with my cum. Hadn't done that in an age. I cleaned up and went back to bed, anticipating our meeting tomorrow. I was at the gym the next morning at seven thirty. I sat in a chair next to the door and sipped my coffee waiting for Kiyo to show up. I looked up a few minutes later to see him coming on a ten speed bike. "Good morning," I said as he locked it up in the bike rack. "Good morning sir," he said to me. "Call me Ted okay?" I asked him. "But when it's just me and you." He smiled. "Okay!" We went in and I closed the door behind me. I followed him into the locker room and waited for him to change into his singlet. The vision in my head took over as I envisioned him stripping out of his street clothes, reaching down for his cock and giving it a friendly squeeze, and then stepping into his jock strap, slowly pulling it up over his muscular legs, and then settling it into place, his cock and balls tucked safely inside the protective cup. He reaches for the blue singlet and pulls it up his legs and pulls the straps over his shoulders. He pulls on the shoes and picks up the headpiece. I hear a knock on the office door and I snap to. "Ready to go then," I said as I opened the door. "Yes," he said. He heads into the gym with me behind him. The tight material stretches across his bottom in an instant turn on for me. I help him with some stretches and we get down to business. I work with him on the one take down method he was having trouble with. We keep at it until he is starting to get it right. Many times my hand grazes his bottom as we go through the motions. I want so badly to reach inside and to actually touch him. My cock is so hard I wonder just how much longer I can hold out. Then as we do the last move I suddenly find myself on my back looking up into his face. I can see something going on inside his eyes. I recognize desire. I suddenly realize that Kiyo has a desire for me, just as I have a desire for him. Before I know it his lips are pressed against mine. My mind registers how soft his lips are. I feel my body begin to rise as I kiss his mouth. We continue to kiss for a few minutes more before he backs off and he looks at me. "I... I have a confession," he says very softly, looking away. I reach up and touch his face. "So do I." Kiyo looks back at me and then he smiles, having made the connection in his mind. His mouth comes back down and covers mine again and we kiss again, putting as much conviction into it as we can. He sits up and looks down at me as he pulls the singlet's straps off his shoulders. I reach up and pull the top part down. I see his muscular chest gleaming with fresh boy sweat. Kiyo reaches for my shirt and I help him get it off me and toss it to the side. Kiyo lies flat on top of me now, the sweaty boy's torso on mine. I wrap my arms around him and we kiss once more. I reach down his back and feather stroke it with my fingertips. I feel him shiver on top of me. He sits up once more and reaches for my shorts. I lift up as he pulls them down and off me. Kiyo puts the palm of his hand against my straining erection that is trapped inside of my jock strap. He gently presses down on it and then moves his hand back and forth. I shudder as I moan out loud in pleasure. Kiyo knows what he is doing and he's doing it very well. I reach for his singlet as I sit up. He stands and smiles as I pull it down his legs and untie his trainers. He steps out of the singlet as I pull each shoe off his foot. Now the only thing left on his body is the jockstrap. "So hot," I whisper. "You are so hot." Kiyo pulls my shoes off and they go spinning off somewhere. I don't care where they have ended up, I am so hot from the desire that I fell swelling deep inside of me for him. He comes back down to me and I put my arms around him once more. We kiss. "Please. Make love to me," he breathes into my ear. I begin by touching his aroused nipples. Little hard nubs centered in silver dollar sized aolas. I lean forward and start to nibble on his neck, making him moan out loud with pleasure. I feel him squirming in my arms. I roll us over until he is flat on his back. His eyes are closed. I move my mouth down to his broad chest. My fingers feel the valley in between the pectorals that he's labored so long to create. I feel the hard nub of his right nipple on my lips so I lick it. He tenses up and shivers. "Yes, so good," he pants. I begin to lick and suck on the right nipple as he writhes underneath me. I work to increase his pleasure, wanting to give him what it is he desires. I hear his moans and cries of pleasure, they are music to my ears, and they urge me onward. I slowly move over to the left nipple and begin to pleasure it. He gets excited and presses his nipple up against my mouth. My hands are moving around his muscular body, studying every curve of each muscle my fingers find. I slowly move down his body, licking and kissing every bit of skin, tasting the sweet boy sweat. I come down to his jock strap and stop. I get off him and gently roll him over onto his tummy and start with the licks and kisses on the back of his body, starting at the back of his neck and moving down to the waist band of his jock strap. The two round globes of his ass are covered in glistening boy sweat. I tremble as I lean down to taste them. I take my time in licking and kissing them. Then he is rising to his knees and I see the round entry to his boy's place. I move my face into it and take a long sniff. The scents there are impossible to describe. I begin to lick the entry and am rewarded by a cry of pleasure. "Oh! Lick me there, make it feel good!" he cries out. I do not disappoint. I spend at least ten minutes there, licking and gently sucking on his gate. He moans, whispers things I cannot hear, and pushes his ass further into my face. I keep pleasuring his boy's place until he slumps forward. I gently roll him over and reach for his jock strap. I pull on it as he raises himself up, allowing it to be pulled off him. Now he is completely naked. I gaze at his magnificent boy's body. His cock must be at least six inches long and it is standing up very proudly. His skin is still there. I look at the tip of his cock and see that the foreskin nearly closes over the head of his cock. I can see the piss slit peeking out a little and I smile. That is my biggest turn on. I gently pull on the foreskin and uncover his teenage cock. It's leaking the precum. I stretch out on the mat and lean over his hips and bend down. I lick the bottom of the shaft, from balls to the head. Kiyo shakes and moans out loud. I begin to pleasure his cock with my mouth. He moans and writhes about on the floor so I take my sweet time in pleasuring the boy's cock. I take his cock deep into my throat as he gasps out loud. I get my jock strap off me knowing before long he will want to fuck me. I want him to. A moment later he is pushing on my head and I move off his six inches of very hard teen boy cock. He looks at me and I can see the desire in his eyes. I roll onto my back and present my gate to him. "You want me to...?" he asks, trailing off. "Yes. Come join with me," I whispered. He looks shamed as he looks down to the floor. "But I don't know how." I whisper instructions to him and he is right there at my gate. He slowly pushes his boycock into me. I feel a thrill of excitement as his cock slips into ass for the very first time. Instinct in his brain takes over and he begins to fuck me like a pro. I hold onto him as he fucks me eagerly like a young pup. I know he will get better in time. I hope to teach him more about lovemaking. He pants, moans, and whispers things that I can't hear. His eyes are closed. Sweat runs down his magnificent boy's body as he continues making love to me. I feel his cock moving deep inside of me and I love it. "Uh... ne... hah... hai... arrr... neyah!" he cries out as the moment of release begins for him. I feel something run through his cock and into me. He is having his orgasm inside of me, the Rain and the Clouds as the pillow books call it. He keeps thrusting himself deeper into me until exhaustion takes over and he collapses in my arms. He is crying. I hold him close to me as he cries, the emotions of the moment getting the best of him. I sincerely hope he remembers this for the rest of his life. I certainly remember mine and have never forgotten the kind Japanese man who made love to me for the first time in my life when I was thirteen. He taught me so much more about pillowing as he called it. He loved me more than my father had and I resolved to do the same if I ever found the opportunity to take a boy of my own. I gently rub his back until he is in control of himself once more. I pick him up and carry him to the locker room. In the shower area I set him down on a plastic seat and get him to hold himself up. I come back with bathing supplies and scoot in close to him on another plastic seat. He slumps against me once more as I turn on the water. I take the time to wash him all over his delightful body. Then it's back to his locker and I sit down with him now that he's recovered his strength. "I love you," he says to me, a simple sentence that carries a lot of meaning with it. I cannot help but fall in love with this boy. We kiss. I dress him and he sighs. "Wish I could stay with you," he said. "If karma favors us it will happen," I said to him. "We just have to wait and see." Kiyo smiles. "I must go. Tomorrow morning again?" "Yes," I said, knowing there would be many more times like this. I walk him to the door and watch him leave on his bike. I turn around and head back into the locker room. I need to clean things up and get out of here myself. I sit in the chair out on the balcony of my condo and look out over the nearby park. I hear children's voices and see the group of boys playing soccer in the grassy field. I think about what happened between Kiyo and me this morning. Was it really love? Was it lust? I am confused. My head hurts as I try to figure it out. I take a drink of the scotch I poured myself after walking in the door. I feel turned around and inside out as I try to make sense of it all. My mind recalls the kind Japanese teacher I had in my high school days. He took me under his wing so to speak and helped me learn what it was I needed to learn in order to live in Japan. But even more he taught me about myself. I still recall the way he used to touch me when we had sex. He taught me about my body, the desires I had kept locked away deep in myself, and how to pillow as he called it. He gave me many books to read and he taught me so much, gave so much of himself to me, and more importantly he loved me. I couldn't help but break down and cry for the man I once loved when I was barely a teenager. He had passed on a few weeks after my graduation and left me a bit of money. I used it to escape my father and to go into a teacher's school and became a teacher. I was certified to teach wrestling and English, but something deep in my heart told me I was to teach Kiyo many valuable life lessons soon. I know I am so deeply in love with this boy. We meet again the next morning. He smiles at me as he arrives. We walk inside and I help him change into his jock strap and singlet. I smile at his eagerness as I tuck his cock inside the protective cup and then pull the straps of his singlet up over his shoulders. We walk out into the gym and work really hard for the next three hours. Kiyo is getting the hang of it all and I am pleased. He will provide much support to the team with his skills. He looks at me with longing and I realize he wants to be with me again. "Do you have to be at home yet?" I ask him. "No," he replied and I get the feeling something is wrong when he says that. "Would you like to spend time with me?" I ask him. He brightens up and I see a beautiful smile. I know what the answer is. We go up to the parking lot and to my car. We got to my place. It is perfect. It is a single unit at the back of the property, with trees and beautiful landscaping around it. There's even a hot tub out on the patio area. The unit backs up against the park. It is ideal for me, for us actually. I do not have to worry about nosy neighbors. I drive the Range Rover right into the garage and Kiyo pressed the remote to close the door behind us. Now we are closed off from the world outside. I lead him inside and show him around the place. He likes the view of the park and the grounds from the second story balconies. We finally sit down in my living room. He sits next to me and I move my arm out from behind him and he snuggles up closer to me. We talk about what happened yesterday. "I could feel that moment for a very long time afterwards," he said. "Is that a good thing?" I asked. Kiyo smiles. "Yes. I really can't describe the feelings. I felt so overwhelmed by it all. Is that why I cried afterwards?" "Yes," I said. "You just got so full of your feelings the body had to release them. That's why you cried. There's nothing wrong with that." "I'm glad," Kiyo said. "Can you... teach me how to... pillow?" I was hoping he was going to ask me that. I start with the books that describe what happens to a boy's body when it starts to change from a boy's body to that of a man's. We discuss all of that and then move into the sex books, the one that describes sex with a girl and then sex with a boy. "I'm gay," he said suddenly. I look up at him. "Is that something you decided or just now realized?" "Something I've known for a long time but never had the courage to admit to myself," Kiyo said. "Then you have crossed an important bridge in your life today," I smiled. Kiyo grins. "Yeah. I have." "That's definitely a very good thing then," I said. We talk more and then as it begins to get dark Kiyo had to go home. I kiss him in the car before he goes into his house. I am in love with a wonderful boy. The next weekend I meet him at the school. We work hard on the mats for a time and then he turns to me. I know what it is he wants and I lead him into the locker room to the coach's office. I plan on taking his anal virginity. I hold him in my arms for a time once we are naked. The couch in the office is pulled out into a bed. We sit down on it and Kiyo begins to pleasure me in the same way I had pleasured him last week. To feel the boy's body next to mine makes me hard. We take the time to really explore each other and to enjoy each other's bodies. I relax as he touches me. I feel his fingertips move over my body. He gets excited over my body hair and calls me his teddy bear. It excites me to hear him say that. I feel his lips on mine as we kiss. Once more I feel my body rise as I kiss his mouth. I know he needs me as much as I need him. We continue to touch, kiss, caress, lick, and suck on each other. I press down on his head as he sucks on my nipples. I feel his tongue swirl around them. I feel my cock rise to the occasion as his hand strokes my cock, the head making contact with the soft skin on the palm of his hand. I feel my cock throb with the desire to cum. I fight it down and relax. Kiyo studies my cock for a bit and then licks the bottom of it, from the base of my balls to the tip of my cock. I shiver as I feel his tongue move up to the tip. "Oh so nice baby," I whisper. Kiyo giggles and then kisses the tip of my cock before going down on it. He takes just enough of it into his mouth and begins to suck on it. I sigh as I reach for the tube of the Astroglide. I think it's a much better lubricant than KY so I buy it as a jack off lubricant and a dildo lubricant. Kiyo shifts position and it now allows me to reach his ass. I begin to prepare him for anal sex having explained it to him yesterday. "Does it hurt?" he had asked me apprehensively. "It does the first time," I said. "But if I have taken the time to prepare you for it you won't hurt so much. It hurt me the first time but I got used to it. Feels really nice." He had thought about it and decided to try it. I told him exactly how we would do it and he agreed, knowing he would have control. I was going to lie on my back once I had him stretched and lubed and he would slowly sit down on my cock at his own pace. Once he was completely used to it then I would turn him over on his back, reenter him, and then make love to him. He keeps sucking my cock until I feel he is ready. He sits up and looks down at me. I smile and reassure him with a touch to his cheek. "I love you," he whispers and rises up. I hold his hips steady as he moves down on my cock. The head of my cock finds the entry to his boy's place and starts to enter it. Kiyo moans and closes his eyes s he shivers. I feel the head of my cock slowly open him up as it enters his virgin ass. A moment later the head pops into him and he tenses up and hisses. I see a flash of pain cross his face. We hold still for a few minutes as he slowly gets used to my cock deep inside his ass. Then he moves down on it pushing it further up his ass. It takes about ten minutes but finally he has me completely inside of him. I see tears running down his face but he makes no sound and says nothing. A moment later he starts to rise and fall on my cock. I am making love to him. I watch his body move up and down on my cock. I feel my cock moving inside of him. I feel so good deep inside of me. Kiyo steadies himself with his hands on my chest. He finds a good rhythm and keeps to it. I smile as I watch his face change with the emotions he is feeling. I remember feeling that way the first time I had a cock in my ass. It was something I would never forget. Kiyo stops and lifts himself off me. He lies down next to me on his back and spreads his legs open, revealing his gate now glistening with the lube I used on him. Nothing needs to be said. I move into place between his legs and press myself back into him. He rolls his head back and whimpers. I begin to make love to him. I feel his anal muscle clamp down on my cock each time it enters him again. It makes the feeling so much nicer. I try my best to hold back but the feeling of passion and pleasure is getting too much. "I'm cumming," I say softly. His hands grab my forearms. "Please," he moans, "let me have your love to carry deep inside of me!" I steady myself and then thrust into him hard twice and then I am ejaculating seep inside of him. I feel my cum leave my cock and shoot deep into him. Now I am joined to him. I thrust twice more and orgasm again as he cries out in pleasure. I feel him cum in between our tummies and knew he had experienced his orgasm. I hold him in my arms as he cries, his emotions overwhelming him. Once he calms down I carry him to the bathroom and wash him clean like a father would with his child. I feel so close to him. "Come into my office," Coach Sato said to me the next morning as I watched him walk away with a spring in his step after kissing me goodbye in the locker room. There is no doubt in my mind that Sato had seen us. I wonder what he is going to do to us. I sit down in the chair across from him. He sits down in front of me. "He lives with his Aunt and Uncle," he says quietly. "I know," I said. "They do not care for him," he said quietly. "Just like my father didn't care for me," I said, beginning to break down. "Never told me he loved me, never touched me, never came to any of my wrestling matches, never... did anything... with me." Sato leaned forward and gently squeezed my shoulder. "Both of you need each other." I nodded, knowing he was right. "Just one thing," he said. I looked into his eyes. "What is it?" I asked, wiping my eyes and getting myself back under control. "Don't... hurt him," he said. I instantly knew what he meant by that. I was to always pay attention to him and listen to everything he said and love him unconditionally. I swore an oath in front of him that day to do what I could. Kiyo lives with me now. It's been exciting, frustrating, wonderful, challenging, trying, and fantastic. We share my room and my bed unless he has friends over. I told him he needed his own room so he could have his own space to be in anytime he felt the need to, to have his friends over in, and a place he could express his individuality in. We have grown in leaps and bounds together. No longer is he the shy reserved boy that he used to be. He is growing up into a very confident young man, helped along by my firm hand on his bottom at times when I felt he needed it. Kiyo knows that I do it to correct his behavior and to teach him something. He knows it's not fun for me to do and he tries to avoid it by coming to me for advice and to talk to me when he feels the need to. And yes, we still wrestle each other quite often in the gym on Saturday mornings. End