Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 19:44:16 -0700
From: Brody Reegers <myniftystories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrestler's Examination Part 1

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Part 1

As I peeled myself off of the wrestling mat, I knew something was wrong. I
pulled my bunched up singlet from in between my ass, and limped toward my
team's bench. My coach rushed over to me. Dr. Clancy was a local ear, nose,
throat doctor who wrestled in high school and college, and volunteered his
time for the school. They were always super grateful for it, and treated
him like some semi god. Don't get me wrong, I think he's a great coach and
an even greater guy, but there had to be some other reason why he was doing
this. I took a swig from my water bottle as Dr. Clancy approached me. His
bright green eyes went straight to my leg as he started talking.

"Hey, is everything okay? Where does it hurt?" He asked.

"It's just my leg, I'll be fine. I've experienced much worse ya know." I
replied candidly. That wasn't good enough for him.  "I want you in my
office after the meet. I'm gonna have to check you out." He told me.

That was the benefit of having a doctor as the coach. Though he was mostly
a throat surgeon, he obviously knew how to handle the occasional pulled
muscle. As he walked away, I couldn't help myself from staring at his
ass. It was framed nicely by his khaki pants. I stared as in a daze for a
couple more seconds before my teammates started asking if I was okay. I was
snapped back to reality, and back to the pain in my leg. I sat there until
the meet was over, miserable. I couldn't wait to take a hot shower and go
home.

I walked into the locker room, headed straight to the shower and peeled off
my singlet, still damp from the copious amount of sweat accrued from the
matches. I pulled on the band of my jockstrap and it slid down my toned
legs. I stepped into the shower and the water hit my fuzzy legs first. As I
stepped further into the shower the water bounced off my hard stomach. I
didn't have a full six pack developed, however I was proud of the progress
I made the summer before my senior year. As I plunged my head under the
shower head, my blond hair stuck to my head. The warmth on my leg felt
great. I turned around and the water ran down my back and over my butt. I
took a couple minutes and just stood there, just letting the restorative
powers of the water wash over me. I turned the shower head off and realized
I had left my clothes in my bag by my locker. As I started heading out of
the shower I realized just how much my leg had been hurt. I really didn't
feel like walking all the way over to the lockers, and the coach's office
was closer to the showers, so I put back on my singlet. It smelled of
sweat. I grabbed my jock and lumbered over to Dr. Clancy's office.

"Hey Adam, how are you doing?" He asked me as I walked in.  "Pretty
good. My leg still kinda hurts though. It's more on the inside of leg than
anything." I answered him.

"You probably pulled your quadriceps muscle. Happens a lot. Why don't you
sit on the table and I can check you out." He nodded at the examiners table
in the corner of the room. I sat down on the table as Dr. Clancy got up
from the desk. He rolled up the sleeves of his button up as he approached
me.

"This is the first time I've had to use this thing ya know. I wonder how
it's gonna hold up. It's not as nice as the one in the office." He flashed
a bright smile. I couldn't help smiling back at him in reflex, his smile
captivating me. I always really liked Coach, ever since he started coaching
my sophomore year. The idea of him being pretty successful and pretty
attractive at the same time made me gravitate toward him. His had short
dark brown hair with the brightest green eyes I have ever seen. His square
jaw was always covered in what seems the perfect amount of stubble. He
still retained his body from his wrestling days, as all his clothes
perfectly fit him, and exhibited his obviously toned body. He was a couple
inches taller than me, and just always exerted this sort of authority over
me because of it. He reached to my neck and began rubbing under my jaw,
where my lymph nodes were located. After a few good rubs he stopped.

"Sorry," he laughed, "Habit I guess. I don't usually look at someone's
legs. I'm used to palpating someone's throat. The legs are for the ortho's
in the office." I chuckled acting like I knew what he was talking about. I
was sitting with me legs closed. He asked me to open them a bit more. He
started to feel the inside of my leg and asked me where and how much it
hurt. His warm hand felt great on the inside of my thighs. He must have
noticed the change on my face.

"Sorry, are my hands cold?" He asked.

"No, they're actually kind of warm. It feels nice." Did I really just say
that?

"I'm going to have to move farther up your leg to examine more the
muscle. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" I never had a problem with people touching
me. I was always in sports, and was very comfortable with my body.

"I'm just making sure, you never know." He replied. He grabbed the bottom
of my singlet and pushed it up to my groin. He then started palpating my
upper thigh, and my teenage body had an immediate reaction. His warm hands
were caressing my leg. Though I was still in a ton of pain, it felt really
good. I could feel blood rushing to my crotch.

"Adam. Adam?! How does that feel?" He asked.

"Good. I mean it's still in pain, but your massage feels good."

"It's not a massage, I'm just examining your leg." He said as he looked
into my eyes with his own emerald ones.

"Yeah." I muttered, staring back. I think he took pity on me though as he
extended his examination for a couple more minutes before he patted my
other leg and said I was good to go. I didn't want the visit to end, and
neither did my cock. "Actually coach, now that I'm thinking about it. I
have this pain in my stomach. I think I got elbowed or something." My lie
must not have been that convincing as Dr. Clancy had this puzzled look on
his face.

"Oh really?" He asked.

"Yeah. I really think you should check it out. It would make me feel a lot
better." This time I was the one who initiated eye contact. My light blue
eyes pleaded with him. I gave him my most innocent look, even though my
intentions were far from it. His face softened.

"Alright, do you have shorts to change into so I can look at your upper
body? I noticed you don't have our jock on." He asked me.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked him. Suddenly becoming self-conscious about
the bulge that might be showing in my singlet.

Coach blushed a little. "Yeah, you left you jock on my desk over there." He
pointed out while nodding over to his desk. "I guess you can just pull down
your singlet."

I stood up. I pulled down my singlet to a little bit lower than my waste,
just above where my pubes started. As I went to plop back down on the table
I must have moved my leg wrong and I started to fall. Coach caught me
awkwardly before I had a chance to hit the ground. His hands slid up my
sides and he caught me by my armpits. The hair under my pits pulled a
little.

"Hey, hey, hey. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just sat weird."

"Alright," he told me. "I just want to make sure you're okay." He smiled at
me, and my heart melted. I felt bad about manipulating him into touching my
torso. Kind of. He began his examination with my shoulders. He started
rubbing them first. As we worked his way down he brushed against my nipple
by accident. He looked at me and saw the smile that developed on my face. I
think he smiled back. He moved to my hard torso. He began asking me where
it hurt, following the routine he had with my leg. As he moved closer down
the questions started coming in less frequently. His fingers were right
above my pubes. He was intensely concentrating on my upper body.

He stopped palpating, and was definitely massaging my torso now. He moved
up and down, feeling my abs. Then he started tracing the very faint lines
between my abs with my fingers. It felt insanely good. He noticed my smiles
grow wider, and I saw his do the same. He then moved his hands under my
singlet. The warmth was amazing, and my cock had been steadily filling with
blood. I felt his fingers in my pubes. He felt the side of my thighs and
even brushed against my butt. What turned me on the most was looking at him
"examining" me. He then pulled the singlet down to right above the base of
my cock. He stared for a second. I exhaled heavily out of pleasure, and
Dr. Clancy snapped back to reality. He turned around.

"Examination over. You can go." He said as he rubbed his brow with one
hand. As I left I turned around to look at him one last time, and could see
a tent in his pants.

As I made my way back home my thoughts were flooded with what just
happened. I felt guilty about manipulating Dr. Clancy, but it was insanely
hot. His touch was perfect. I was chubbing up just thinking about it. I
limped out of my car and into my house. I went to my room and stripped. I
always took the liberty of walking around naked, when my mom wasn't home. I
limped into the shower and actually cleaned myself this time. I dryed
myself and sat on my bed. Again, the thoughts of earlier that day flooded
my head. I started to get hard. I grabbed my cock starting to feel it. The
contact made it spring up immediately. I wasn't the largest kid on the
block, but I was a little above average. I had measured it and looked up
the average. I was such a dork.  I closed my eyes and brought myself back
to that room. I imagined Coach touching me. Rubbing me. His warm hands all
over me. I was moaning and groaning. I was always vocal during sex and
masturbation.

"Yeah Coach. I love your touch. It feels so good."

I began playing with my hard nipple as I was busy pumping away on my rigid
cock. The precum was really flowing by now, and was doing a great job at
lubricating my cut cock. My head was always super sensitive and every time
my hand flew by it, I got a rush of pleasure. The moaning continued until I
started cumming.  "Uh. Coach. Coach. Coach. Uh. Uh." This was all I could
muster as thick ropes of hot cum splattered all over my chest. A bit even
hit my face. I cleaned myself up and went to bed naked, looking forward to
sleeping in.

It was about 10AM when the doorbell woke me up. I wondered to myself who it
could be. My mom went on a weekend trip to Vermont, so I had the house to
myself this weekend. I was still naked from the night before, and threw on
a pair of basketball shorts before I headed downstairs. I opened the door
and was surprised at who I saw.