Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 18:32:17 -0700
From: Brody Reegers <myniftystories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrestler's Examination Part 2

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Part 2

"Hey, Adam. How is your leg?" Dr. Clancy asked. He was holding a brown
paper bag.

"Good. Do you want to come in?" I asked him.

"Sure, sure." He replied stepping into my house. He brushed past me a bit
and I again felt that dominance that his height over me brought. He sat on
the couch.

"So, is that why you came over? To ask about my leg?" I asked him.

"Yes. Well no. Kind of." He stammered. He seemed really nervous about
something. "I came here so I could talk to you about something." I sat next
to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but words didn't come out. He
tried again. "I came here to talk about what happened yesterday."

"Oh, did you want to follow up about my leg?" I interjected. "It feels a
lot better than it did even last night. I took a long shower and slept it
off."

"That's not exactly why I came down. I wanted to talk about the exam
yesterday. When I was examining the blow you took to the torso. I wanted to
make sure you weren't upset about how thorough the examination was."

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"You pulled down your singlet and I examined past where you felt
comfortable enough to pull it down to." Memories of that afternoon flooded
back. I relived his touch. I relived how I felt when he was with
me. Something else started flooding to a certain part of my body. "I
shouldn't have put you in that position and I am sorry if it made you
uncomfortable."

"I don't understand, I wasn't uncomfortable. It felt good when you were
examining me. Actually it felt really good" I blurted out.

He smiled slightly. "Really?" He eyes went from mine, to my chest, and back
to mine.

"Yeah." I was starting to get horned up, and started losing sensible
thoughts. I put my hand on his meaty thigh. "I think I might need another
examination actually." I started rubbing his leg.

"I don't know if that's really necessary." He said as he was staring at me
rubbing his thigh. He breathed heavily and cleared his throat. "I almost
forgot. The other reason I came by was because you left this in my office."
He handed me the brown paper bag that was in his hand. I looked inside and
saw my jockstrap.

"Thanks for bringing it by." I was a little upset he changed the subject as
I was still mega horny. I really wanted to see how far I could push
things. I decided I was going to play a little game with Coach.  "Wait, I
don't really know if this is mine."

"What, of course it is. It's the only one that has ever been in my
office. You left it there yesterday."

"I don't think so. I don't want to take it if it isn't mine." I replied
playfully. My eyes boring into his eyes. The tension between us was
thick. "I should probably try it on."

"Alright, well if it isn't yours then you can just give it to me at
practice." He stood up to go. I stood up at the same time. Coach wasn't
done here. I turned around and dropped my shorts. I couldn't see Coach, but
I would imagine his jaw dropped open as he got a view of my bubble butt. I
slipped into the jock slowly, one leg at a time. I slowly turned around and
as innocently as possible asked if it looked like it fit.

Coach was speechless. I could see him getting a boner through his pants. I
stepped closer to him. He was still staring at my jock. I stood right in
front of him and stared straight into his eyes.

He stared right back. It felt like electricity was running through my
body. I was lit up. I pushed him easily onto the couch and straddled
him. My jock was barely containing my cock right now.

I held onto his shoulders began moving my hips in his crotch, rubbing the
area right behind my balls on his dick. He took one hand and was playing
with my hair while the other hand was rubbing my back. He made a guttural
groan every time I pulled back.

"Adam, that feels amazing." Coach said between grunts.

"Now you know how I felt yesterday." I replied giving him a wide
grin. Through all the commotion my dick had slipped out of my jockstrap. I
started unbuttoning his shirt and ripped it open. His chest had a light
dusting of brown fur. I marveled at his large pecs, and my eyes followed
the trail of hair all the way down to his underwear. At this point my dick
was rubbing against the hair on his hard stomach. It felt amazing. "Mmm,
Coach, your stomach is rock hard."

"Thanks. Yours is coming along too. Can't wait to see it in a couple of
months." He replied. I played with his short brown hair. I let it run
through my fingers, feeling how soft it was. I wanted to touch him
everywhere. Run my hands all over his body. I moved my hands to his side
and felt each crease in his muscled body. The lines that delineated each
one of his muscles. I ran my hands through his chest hair, and down the
treasure trail to where my cock was. My precum had pooled a bit on his rock
hard stomach.

"Mmm. Adam. Mmm." Coach was stifling between each breath. "Adam, it feels
so good. Go faster." I picked up the pace of my gyrating. "Ohh, just like
that. Just like that."

I wanted to become even more intimate with Coach. I wanted to be completely
naked with him. I stood up, turned around so that my ass was in Coach's
face, pulled off my jock, turned back around, and resumed massaging his
cock with my taint. At some points I could feel the head of his cock rub
against my tight hole. His underwear was practically soaked with
precum. This was enough to send me over the edge.

"Coach, I'm gonna cum. You're making me cum Coach." I moaned long and hard
as my dick let out rope after rope of thick cum. Coach's cock head felt
amazing on my hole as I was cumming. My legs felt weak and I breathed hard
as the last bit of cum escaped my cock. "That felt so great." I said in
between pants.

I flopped off of Coach's lap and sat next to him. Coach had a tent the size
of Mt. Rushmore from me rubbing my ass all over it. The front of his
underwear was even more wet, from all the pre-cum accumulating during our
grind session. My cum had pooled on his abs. I wanted to do more with him,
but he grabbed a tissue from the coffee table, wiped himself up with it,
and started buttoning his shirt back up.

"Wh-where are you going?" I asked.

"I can't fucking do this. I don't think you understand the gravity of the
situation," he explained with his voice raised. "I'm a physician in the
community, and you're a, a child!"

"You weren't just treating me like a child. I'm 17 years old. I can make
decisions on my own." I argued back.

"No, you can't. You don't know what you're doing. I took advantage of you."
He was done getting dressed by now. "I have to go. I don't know what I am
going to do." He walked out the door, and drove away.

I just sat on the couch. Naked, sweaty, and most of all, extremely
vulnerable. No one was here for me. I sat there thinking about myself and
Dr. Clancy, and how our relationship was going to be different. I picked
myself up, slid on my shorts, and went back to bed. Sleep came easy.

I woke up a couple of hours later, hungry. I made myself a quick lunch and
tried to do some of the homework I had been given over the school week. I
was so distracted by what had just happened it took me much longer to do
the homework than it should have. It was approaching nightfall and I felt
like I had accomplished nothing. I had dinner and watched a movie before I
retired for the night.

I woke up Sunday morning and got ready for church. I sing in the choir and
had to go in early so we could rehearse. I wasn't too spiritual, but I
liked to sing, and I liked the community of my church. Everyone was very
welcoming and friendly. I had been singing in the choir since my freshman
year, and the choir director was like a second mom to me. She has taught at
my middle school and was my chorus director from 6th to 8th grade.

I decided after church that I was going to go to the gym for a couple of
hours. I stopped by home and changed into my gym clothes. I always wore
compression short instead of underwear at the gym. I felt like they give me
a bunch more support than a pair of my boxer briefs do. I looked in the
mirror, and really liked how the shorts framed my ass. It also accentuated
my package, and held them in place really tight. I shifted my round balls
in the shorts, and ran my hand through my hair. I slipped on some shorts
over the compression shorts, threw on a shirt and headed out the door.