Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2005 22:16:37 -0500
From: drewscoach@cox.net
Subject: Wrestling Drew Part 7

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Wrestling Drew - Part 7


You wake up slowly the next morning. Stretching, you feel a dull ache
throughout your body and remember the beating Sam, Mike, Jake and Sean gave
you. You open your eyes and notice you're not alone in bed: you're spooned
around Coach's hard body! You study his muscular back and your arm wrapped
around his shoulders. You see all the black and blue bruises on your arms,
delts, pecs, abs and legs. Damn, those guys really worked you over, using
your proud bod as their wrestling dummy. All those knee drops on your upper
arms and chest, the pounding on your abs, smashing your shoulders into the
ring post and the kicking and punching of your quads will have you sore for
days if not weeks to come. Yet the throbbing, glowing muscle ache feels
good in a way. It turns you on, especially when you notice your inflamed
nipples. All the tit clamp work and nipple twisting has colored them an
angry purple, and swollen them to unbelievable proportions. They must be
standing at least half an inch off your chest! You move your hand over to
them and start to play with them. Pleasure/pain shoots through your chest
as soon as you touch them, and your dick starts to throb and grow. You
start to grind your dick against Coach's back as the rubbing and twisting
of your nips turns you on more and more. Your eyes look around Coach's
bedroom and notice lube and condoms on the nightstand. You reach over and
grab them, retrieving a condom from the pack. You roll it on your hard
dick, then squeeze and twist your bruised balls. Your dick spurts some
precum into the condom as you groan in pleasure. Then you squirt some lube
on your fingers and spread it on your cock. Some more lube, and you start
to slick up your Coach's ass.  I moan, slowly starting to wake up. But
before I can get my bearings, you get so horny you ram your dick up my ass.
I moan in lust as my eyes suddenly fly open, but you roll me over on my
stomach and start pounding away. Every time your rock hard dick is rammed
up your Coach's ass, your body slides over my muscular back, rubbing your
throbbing nips all over, causing them to grow even harder and bigger. As a
result, every muffled groan from your Coach is matched by a moan from
you. You grab my shoulders, giving you extra leverage as your powerful legs
slam your dick into me again and again. Here you are, an 18 year old, 5'8",
190 pound wrestler, rutting up the tight ass of your 27 year old, 6'2", 200
pound wrestling Coach! The feeling of power and domination over the bigger
guy turns you on beyond belief as you slam into me harder and harder, the
impact making the muscles all over my body tremble. You sink your teeth
into my shoulder, while one hand slides around to my chest and starts
ripping at my nipples. That does the trick, my body goes rigid and my ass
clamps down on your dick as I bellow and squirt shot after shot of cum into
the mattress. At the same time, I grab your balls and squeeze them and
that, combined with the vice-like ass gripping your cock, causes you to
spasm and you shoot wave after wave into the condom. As we slowly come back
to earth, I lift my head from the pillow and say: "Well, Drew, I guess this
means you're well on your way to recovery, stud!" You just grin.

After breakfast, I head to school to catch up with some paperwork. You stay
at my house, until you realize that it's Saturday, and that means Sam the
quarterback has a game today! And even better than that, there will
probably be some talent scouts at the game today, looking for future
college ball players. A revenge plan forms in your mind as you get dressed
and head for the football field.

At the football field, Sam has been dropping hints that he will no longer
have any competition as star athlete of the high school. He doesn't go into
specifics, but says enough that people figure out that he and Mike, Sean
and Jake made sure that Drew will not be the stud anymore. Meanwhile, you
manage to snag a great seat, just a few seats back from the field, and
since the game isn`t sold out, there are empty seats around you. After all,
Sam`s team is expected to beat the visiting team easily. You're wearing
soccer shorts and a formfitting long-sleeved shirt (to hide most of the
bruises on your upper body from the rest of the crowd). The game begins,
and Sam's team quickly builds up a lead in the first quarter. At the start
of the second quarter however, just as Sam is about to pass the ball to the
wide receiver, he sees Drew in the stands! Amazed that you are not in the
hospital, let alone right there in the stadium, Sam is distracted and the
ball flies wide, straight into the stands! That is the beginning of the end
of Sam's team. First, the visitors even the score. Then, when Sam's team
regains possession and the center gets ready to hike the ball to Sam, Sam
is completely distracted when (out of the corner of his eye) he sees Drew
taking off his shirt, putting his muscular but very bruised upper body in
full display of the quarterback. Sam just stands there, his attention
riveted on Drew, when the opposing team's left defensive tackle manages to
get through the offensive linemen and sacks Sam. And that's just the first
sack of many. Sam's team doesn't understand what is happening as their star
quarterback suddenly seems to lose all grasp of the game. They don't notice
that every time Sam gets the ball, you starts flexing your awesome body,
start working over your abused nipples in full view of Sam, stick your
hard, dripping dick out the leg hole of your shorts, and basically do
everything you can to distract the practically drooling quarterback. Soon,
the home team's situation is hopeless, and they go on to one of their worst
losses ever! Needless to say, the talent scouts give up on Sam and go home
in disgust.

At the end of the horrible game, the defeated home team slinks back to the
locker room, livid at Sam's terrible performance. As the team heads for the
showers, Sam sits on the bench, hanging his head. He hasn't even bothered
to remove his uniform yet, knowing that he looked like a fool in front of
the talent scouts. Suddenly, you enter the locker room. "Hey there Sam!
Surprised to see me?" Sam stutters: "Wha.. How.. How did you do that? How
can you even WALK?" After all, last time he saw you, your muscles were
bruised so badly you couldn't even move, and he finished you off by knee
dropping your balls until you passed out! You slip off your shirt and
flex. The bruised muscles throb and glow, but that actually feels GOOD!
"What, you thought you wimps could hurt THIS BOD?" Sam is stunned, his
mouth gaping open as he looks up at you.  You quickly take advantage of
that: you pull down the front of your soccer shorts and RAM YOUR DICK INTO
HIS MOUTH! Sam gags, taken by surprise.

Just then, the rest of the team returns from the showers, still glowering
at the quarterback that cost them the game. The right tackle sees you and
says: "Hey Drew! How's life?" Then, spotting the black and blue marks all
over your body: "WHOA! What the hell happened to you? Did you get run over
by a bus or something?" It's only THEN that he notices your dick reaming
out the (still fully uniformed) quarterback's mouth. You reply: "No, I was
ambushed in the gym by Mike, Jake, Sean and Sam."  "Holy shit! So THAT's
what Sam was bragging about before the game! Are you alright?"  "Sure, it
takes a hell of a lot more than those guys to put me out of commission."
You flex your arms for emphasis. Sam looks up at you, worried and
embarrassed to be face-fucked in front of the team.  "Wow. So they beat you
up, four against one? That SUCKS man! What kind of piece of shit would do
that?" he asks, glaring at Sam.  "Yeah, and then he gloats about it?" adds
one of the linebackers, incredulously. "And then he fucks up the game too!
What a total fucking loser! Lets give him a taste of his own medicine!" The
team, angry about their embarrassing loss, advances on Sam, ready to beat
him up. They may not always like you (partly because of the rivalry between
football players and wrestlers, and partly because you're sometimes too
cocky for your own good) but they do know that a four on one beating is
something no true sportsman would ever do.  "Hold it, guys, this is between
me and him. Let's not sink to his level.", you say.  "He's having a HARD
enough time as it is!"  The linebacker laughs, but continues: "I still
think you're letting him off easy. They beat you up four to one, and all
the punishment he gets is that he has to give you a BJ? If someone did that
to me, I'd get some buddies together and fuck him up BAD, dude!" The rest
of the team agrees: "Fuck yeah, I'd have his ass, man!" "Yeah, I'd
certainly give him a beating he'd never forget!"

Sam, frightened now, decides he'll try to escape. He SLAMS his fist into
your crotch, mashing it into your already bruised balls. You bellow in pain
as your swollen balls get abused AGAIN! But you're quick enough to grab Sam
as he tries to get away, you wrestle him down, bent over the bench, rip a
hole in the back of his uniform pants, and SLAM YOUR DICK UP HIS ASS! The
rest of the football team, dazed by the quick turn of events, sees the
quarterback that embarrassed them on the field, and tried to cowardly beat
up the school's star wrestler off the field, now getting his ass pounded
while still in full pads and uniform! They roar their approval, and the
linebacker walks over to the face of the now yelling Sam, and jams his dick
between the quarterback's lips.  The whole scene turns you on: there you
are, the school's star wrestler, in the football locker room, shirtless,
with your shorts around your ankles, your bruised, black and blue muscles
on full display, your swollen balls swinging as you pound the ass of the
fully uniformed star quarterback who tried to beat you up. Meanwhile, that
quarterback's face is getting pounded by the dick of a naked linebacker,
and the three of you are surrounded by the (naked) rest of the football
team, still wet from the showers. Some of them are just blown away by
what's happening, others are admiring your hot stud body, which took such
an incredible beating (including a direct hit on your balls, right in front
of them), but didn't skip a beat! The right tackle, his own dick starting
to throb dangerously, murmurs: "Fuck, buddy, what the hell did they do to
you? DAMN you`re one TOUGH motherfucker!", as his left hand strokes your
pounding, clenching butt and his right hand gropes your black and blue
pecs. Then, seeing that you're getting close, he grabs your hard, swollen
nipple in a death grip and starts to twist and pinch it, digging his nails
into it, knowing that this will get you off. Meanwhile, his other hand
slips down your butt, between your legs and grabs your swollen balls and
starts squeeeeeezing them! Every time your hips slam forward, into Sam's
ass, your balls get pulled HARD! Meanwhile, the pressure on them gets
almost unbearable, and your right nip is THROBBING! Then the linebacker,
still pounding the quarterback's mouth, leans forward and BITES DOWN ON
YOUR LEFT NIP! With your nips almost being ripped of your chest, your balls
being crushed and pulled, and your dick slamming deep into the
quarterback's ass, you SPEW YOUR LOAD DEEP INTO SAM'S TIGHT ASS! "FUCK
YEAAAAH! I`M BREEDING YOU, ASSHOLE!" you shout, as you flood the football
players butt. Then the linebacker moans, his muscles clench and he squirts
his cum down the quarterback's throat. Seeing this, the right tackle jacks
his dick a few times, then spews his load on Sam's back.

Meanwhile, you pull your dick out of Sam's ass, but it's still hard, so you
flip him over on his back, then ram your cock back into his butt. The whole
scene has turned you on so much, you're ready to go again! As you're
rutting away, you're being felt up by the football players who admire your
awesome physique and wanna feel all the beaten and bruised muscle. One by
one, the entire team jerks off and blasts their load all over the
quarterback and you, the star wrestler! You love all the attention, and
show off and flex every inch of your body as you're fucking Sam. Meanwhile
Sam, one eye almost caked shut by all the football player's spunk, looks up
at your display and you notice he's got a raging hard-on!  You decide to
punish him a bit, and bend over and whisper in his ear: "You'd better not
cum, asshole!" That threat actually causes his dick to spasm, and you can
see he's having real trouble keeping from cumming! That information,
coupled with the earlier episode in the history class, tells you that Sam
might be straight, but he really seems to be into being dominated! This
could be very interesting! You keep banging into the quarterback's ass as
long as you can, but finally you feel your balls starting to climb up, a
signal that you're ready to unload your nuts again. You try to hold off a
little longer by grabbing your stones and pulling them down, but the extra
pressure on your throbbing nuts actually brings you closer to the edge. You
pull your throbbing dick out of Sam's ass, flex your entire body as hard as
possible, all the muscle on full display, veins popping out (bringing a
muttered: "FUCK, what a body!" from some of the football players), pinch
your nipple and CUM ALL OVER THE QUARTERBACK! Shot after shot flies through
the air, landing on Sam's uniform and face and hair again and again,
coating his other eye shut too! Your body shudders with the intensity of
the orgasm, your butt still flexing to pump every last drop of spunk out of
your dick as you pummel your cock with your hand.

When you finally come back to earth, you pull Sam's street clothes out of
his locker, use his letterman jacket to wipe up the football players' cum
that got sprayed all over your body, take one look at your own shirt and
shorts which got soaked by all the spunk, and decide to pull on the
quarterback's jeans. You can barely get them over your pumped thighs, but
once you've got them on, the jeans (which were loose fit on the
quarterback) fit quite snugly around your muscular thighs and bubble
butt. Then you struggle to put on his shirt. Again, the shirt which the
quarterback fit quite easily, is almost impossible to get on. But with the
help of some of the football players, you finally get it on. It is loose at
the waist, but skintight around your shoulders, pecs and arms! You walk up
to Sam, wipe the cum out of his eyes so that he can finally open them
again, and then, while staring directly at him, you start to flex. You
start with your right arm. You bring it down right in front of the
quarterback's face, and then you slowly start to bend it, flexing the
biceps and triceps, slowly powering up the muscle! The sleeve gets tighter
and tighter, the quarterback's eyes grow, and finally the material RIPS
RIGHT OPEN and your biceps pos out.! You see Sam actually licking his lips,
blown away by how much bigger your arm is than his!  Then you put your
other arm in front of him and tell him: "Go ahead fuckhole, touch it and
feel what a REAL man feels like!" Sam licks his lips again, and then slowly
wraps his hands around your upper arm. "Come on Sam, squeeze as hard as you
can. See if you can keep me from busting the sleeve with my muscle!" Sam
squeezes as hard as he can, but you slowly and unstoppably flex your arm,
letting it grow bigger and bigger, forcing Sam's hands apart as the rock
hard muscle expands. You deliberately drag it out, but slowly the sound of
ripping fabric can be heard. There is a murmur from the assembled football
players (some of whom have actually started whacking off, blown away by
your display of muscle-dominance)! Still, you continue to bend your arm,
popping out more and more muscle, until your massive bicep and triceps are
covered only by shreds and Sam removes his hands, defeated. You bring the
rock hard ball of muscle up to his lips and say: "Kiss it, asshole, kiss
the muscle that you will never be able to beat!" Slowly, Sam starts to kiss
the massive arm. But the submissive gesture seems to turn him on, and he
starts to slobber all over it. Just as he's getting into it, you pull your
arm back, straighten up and start to flex your chest and back. You start
your front lat spread, pumping up your back, pecs and delts bigger and
bigger. Slowly, rips start to develop at the back of the shirt and right
where your delts balloon up bigger and bigger. You do the pose in slow
motion, so everyone can see and hear the fabric tearing. Here and there,
the sound of a muffled "Oh fuck!" is heard as another football player
shoots his load at the cocky display of muscle size, muscle control and
sheer macho attitude! With the pose finally at full flex, your back and
shoulders now almost completely on display, the quarterback's eyes riveted
to your physique, you lean over to him and say: "Remember, Sam, no cumming
'till I say so". You straighten up again, the shirt's sleeves in ribbons
around your pumped arms, the back completely ripped open. Now you bring
your hands up to the shirt collar (pumping your arms a few times for added
display) and then you slowly tear the shirt down the front, baring your
hot, pumped chest and swollen, hard nipples. The quarterback's dick shakes
visibly at the sight, but he doesn't come. You grab the quarterback's
letterman jacket and your own shirt, and leave the gasping Sam behind,
telling him: "I'll deal with you on Monday."