Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 21:53:59 -0700
From: Brody Reegers <myniftystories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrestler's Examination Part 3

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Part 3

I arrived at the gym ready to start my workout and decompress. Working out
really helped me physically vent and relieve some of my troubles. I kind of
equated it to masturbating. I walked in and started my stretches and went
for a 15 minute jog. I liked jogging first, as it was the perfect amount of
cardio to start my workout on the right foot.

I walked downstairs into the weight room and immediately went to the
freeweights. I liked the progress I was making on my arms, and wanted to
see even more. After about 20 minutes I moved onto my legs. I was a little
nervous about how I would do, because of my injury on Friday. Right as I
sat down on the lift machine I noticed Dr. Clancy walk into the room. My
stomach dropped and I got extremely nervous. I averted my gaze, but
couldn't help peeking glances at him. He looked really nice wearing shorts
and a muscle tee. It let me peek at his tight abdominal muscles and the
light hair that covered his body. I liked how to the shorts he was wearing
framed his butt. As he bent down, I got a nice view of his plump ass.

I snapped out of my daze and focused on working out. It had been 15 minutes
on the machine and was finishing up my last few reps when a shooting pain
went through my leg. I grimaced and let the weights clink down on the
safety. I turned on the seat and sat there for a second. I looked around
and noticed that Dr. Clancy was looking at me, with a worried look on his
face. Of course he notices me. His eyes follow me as I start walking toward
the locker room.

I sat down on the nearest bench and took in the pain in my leg. I knew I
shouldn't have worked it so hard, so soon.

"I don't want this to be a repeat of Friday, Adam."

I knew whose voice it was immediately. Coach had obviously seen me walk
into the locker room to sit down.

"And I certainly don't want it to be a repeat of yesterday morning." He
said matter-of-factly as he went on one knee to get a better look at my
leg.

"As I recall, you seemed to enjoy yourself yesterday. At least that's what
the tent in your pants told me." I replied dryly. I looked right into his
eyes and he looked into mine. His bright green eyes caused my stomach to
flutter, but I tried my hardest to keep eye contact with him.

"I wanted to apologize to you for yelling at you. I was..." He paused
before he finished his sentence. "Scared. Scared of my feelings, scared of
myself, and mostly scared of you." He said, still staring intently at me.

"Scared of me? Why would you be scared of me?" I was shocked at his
confession.

"Because you represent everything I have been repressing for most of my
life. You're so young, and so impressionable, I don't want to make an
impact like this on your life." He said looking down again.

"I think you're too late. I never really admitted it to myself before, but
I think I am gay Coach. I like looking at boys instead of girls. I've never
had a girlfriend, cause I have never really wanted one. I think that's why
I like running on the track overlooking the basketball court. There are
always so many guys." Coach looked back into my eyes.

"I guess I felt like I should fit into this role that society set out for
me. I have a successful career, and I should be married soon, with kids in
a few years, living in a nice house with a dog running around in the
backyard, but I know that's not what my life is. And you sorta helped me
figure that out."

Coach's face moved toward mine and I couldn't believe what was
happening. His lips met mine and electricity shot through my body. I closed
my eyes and put my arms around his neck. His tongue invaded my mouth and
our two tongues met. He was in total control of the kiss and I loved it. I
was running my hands through his hair, and his hands were rubbing my back
underneath my shirt. The kiss evolved into us making out for a few
seconds. Coach abruptly pulled away. I looked at him.

"We might get caught in here." He said as he whisked my from the bench,
carrying me over into one of the showers. He leaned me up against the
shower and resumed kissing me. He pulled off my shirt and kissed my neck. I
groaned a bit as his wet mouth slid up and down my neck. He pulled off his
shirt and tossed it next to mine.

I stole another look at his hard body. His chest hair ran into a deep V
leading down abdomen and to his torso. I could see his trimmed pubes poking
out from his shorts.

"I'm going to take your shorts off," he whispered in my ear, "so go easy on
your leg." He took both of his hands and stretched the elastic waistband so
that my shorts would simply slide down my body. He chuckled when he saw my
compression shorts.

"What's so funny?" I asked him.

"Nothing, it's just, I can't believe you wear compression shorts under your
shorts when at the gym." He replied.

"But why is it funny?" I asked him.

"Why don't you slip off my shorts, and you'll find out." He answered with a
grin on his face.

I pulled his shorts down and realized why he was laughing. He was wearing
compression shorts too. His package was framed neatly in them and I almost
started drooling.

"They're even the same brand." He laughed. I hadn't noticed, probably too
distracted by his junk, that seemed to be growing. He again moved his face
in closer to mine and kissed me again. Our chests were rubbing and I could
feel his course hair rub against my smooth chest. His hard nipples rubbed
against my upper pecs as he was taller than me. Coach turned on the water
as our moaning was getting quite loud, and he must have been afraid of
someone coming in. My dick was fully hard, and by the way his dick kept
poking me in the torso, I could tell his was too. Our compression shorts
were soaked in seconds.

"I'm gonna try and take off your compression shorts. Is that okay?" He
politely asked.

"No, I want to take yours off. I also want to suck your dick." I boldly
stated.

"I don't know, with your leg hurting, it might not be a good idea for you
to get on the ground." He argued.

"I will be fine. Plus at out last rendezvous I got off and you didn't. It
would only be fair." I said with a grin, again staring into those big green
eyes of his. They softened and I took this as an invitation.

I got on my knees I peeled his compression shorts off his large, muscled
thighs and looked straight ahead at what was staring back. His dick had a
good amount of precum dripping from the head, looking as if it was ready
for me to taste.

A million thoughts were flooding through my head. I had never done this
before. What if he didn't like it? What if I choke (literally)? No
teeth. What would I do with my hands? Boy does he smell good. No
teeth. What is he thinking? No teeth. I looked up at him and saw him
staring down at me with those magnificent emerald eyes, giving a slight
grin and I felt reassured. Like I could do anything. He ran a hand through
my hair.

I grasped a butt cheek with each hand and started off by licking it. I
immediately tasted the salty precum. I licked more of the head. I took his
moan as a sign to continue. I licked up and down the shaft, looking up at
him while doing it. He must have been enjoying it as he had a goofy smile
on his face and his eyes were closed. I decided to try and put the whole
head on my mouth. I rested the head on my tongue and enveloped my lips over
it. Coach made an audible noise of pleasure once my lips were wrapped
tightly around the tip of his cock. I put more of his cock into my mouth,
slowly, until it hit the back of my mouth. It was just about past half way
in. I had really underestimated the size of Coach's cock. I bobbed my head
up and down on his shaft or a little while, during which Coach's moans
became progressively louder.

"Yeah, suck my dick. It feels so good Adam. Your mouth feels amazing."
Coach stifled between loud moans.

I began rubbing my hands on his butt cheeks, and wanted to take in more of
his cock. I really opened my throat and tried to shove more of Coach's fat
cock down my hole. I began gagging and my eyes started to water.

"Hey, hey. That's enough. It feels really amazing, you don't have to do
anymore." Coach explained to me. I continued putting in as much as I could
before gagging. I went back to licking his head and shaft. I was feeling
adventurous and lifted his ball sack and licked from his taint all the way
to the base of his shaft.

"Oh, oh, oh my God." Coach exclaimed while I was performing what I would
later dub my secret move.

"You like that? I kind of just went for it." I explained to him.

"That felt fucking great." He told me. I put one of his balls in my mouth
and rolled it over my tongue a few times. I almost got off at some of the
sounds that Coach was making. I brought a hand down to my own cock, and
freed it from its compression short prison. It sprang out and a rope of
precum dribbled from the tip. Coach took his finger and starting at the
base of my cock head scooped up a glob of the liquid and brought it to his
mouth. He slowly stuck it in and vacuumed in the liquid. "Tastes great
Adam." He said as he smiled a broad smile and stared at me with his emerald
green eyes. The combination of him towering over me, and the piercing look
he gave me sent me over the edge. I came and shot after shot of hot, thick
cum covered Coach's feet. His smile grew even wider and a lust came into
his eyes when he told me to put his dick back in my mouth. The commanding
tone in his voice aroused me to no end, and I couldn't help but comply. I
shoved his hard, leaking cock back into my mouth and started to work
it. Coach's hips began moving at the same rhythm, and he was slowly face
fucking me. Somehow his body knew just far enough to shove as much cock
into my mouth without making me gag. I reached up and could barely reach
his nipples. I started tweaking them and almost the second I started
touching them, Coach's body started tensing up.

"Adam. I'm going to cum. You're making me cum Adam." He cried as hot cum
started filling my mouth. I didn't really enjoy the taste, but tried to
swallow all of it as best as I could. Some did escape from the side of my
mouth, but I was able to get most of it down. I suckled on the head of
Coach's cock until I knew it was over.

"Adam. That felt amazing. Are you sure it was your first time?" He said
jokingly.

"Oh, I am sure. It helps when you have someone do most of the work for
you. You definitely started fucking my face at one point." I replied. He
chuckled at my response. "What's so funny now?" I asked.

"It's just you've got some. stuff on your face." He said while chuckling. I
realized what he meant and went to go wipe it off with the back of my hand,
but he quickly stopped me. "Here, let me get it."

Coach then kissed my lips where the ejaculate had escaped my mouth. He then
moved to kiss me fully, and again his tongue penetrated my lips. Our
tongues battled once again, and his came out victorious. I was still
leaning up against the wall, so I maneuvered Coach and I gingerly so that
his back was against the wall, all while keeping our lips locked. The warm
water started washing over my back and warmed my neglected backside. Coach
looked at me and again, I melted. I rested my head on his broad chest,
using it as a fuzzy cushion. I just laid there, taking everything in. The
way his chest hair felt on my cheek, The warm water on my back, and Coach's
warm skin on my front. Coach's now soft cock against my torso. But most of
all I enjoyed his smell. I took in a few deep breaths through my nose and
truly delighted in Coach's musky scent. Coach kissed my head, my wet blond
hair wetting his dry lips. I never wanted this moment to end.

"I think we should go before people get suspicious." Coach said,
smiling. He grasped my butt cheek and gave it a quick squeeze. I sighed,
though an agreeable one. Coach decided that I should get out first, so that
people didn't see us walking out together, and so that I would also have
more time to get myself ready because of my leg.

"You should also take the time to clean to clean off all of our cum." I
offered comically.

"Honestly, you're right." He replied. "Let's meet in the parking lot in
about 15 okay" I agreed and left the shower. I was completely naked and
honestly didn't care who saw me. I couldn't be on more of a high. I guess
this is why people do drugs. I put on my clothes and went for the door. As
I was leaving I noticed Coach walking out of the shower, also naked. I
walked out the door and waited for him by my car.

Coach must have hurried out of the gym, as his hair was still wet. He
obviously didn't feel like wasting time with drying it.  "Couldn't wait to
see me?" I questioned while throwing a smirk at him. He figured I was
talking about his hair as he just shook his head, making some of the water
fly onto me.

"There will be more where that came from." He said.

"I'd rather have it come from somewhere else." I pushed my luck as I took a
step toward him.

Coach breathed heavily. "Not here, okay? I've got to go, but I want you to
know that I really enjoyed today. I mean, obviously, you know that, I just
wanted to make sure that you were on the same." I looked around for any
people and before he could say anymore I pecked him lightly on the lips.

"I get it. Don't worry. I will see you at practice tomorrow." I smiled.

"See you tomorrow." I watched him walk away. My coach. The first man I had
ever kissed.