Wrestling times


When I first joined the team having transferred from another high school, I
did so because my father forced me saying it would be good for me.

Little did he know....or did he ?

I went through training ok, sweating, loosing match after match,getting
stronger, and better as time went on....of course I had my shareof hard ons
whhile we wrestled, but so did the rest of the guys...we all seemed to ignore
each others embarassment. Although there was one time when I was wrestling a
upper classman who grabbed my cock when he reached to flip me over. Indeed
he flipped me over, and I felt my blushing face for the rest of the day.
we would pass each other in the halls, and he would wink at me making me
blush all over again....now I know why...and still mentally kick myself for
not responding to his obvious sexual advances then.

Anyway, the school intramural sporting events started up and the coach decided
that this was to be the debut of the wrestling team....we were going to give
a demonstration match series....

He told us this would also be an excellent indoctronation for the upcoming
season....so we appeared ont the appointed day in the lockerroom. The coach
stood by the scale and  began to call our names....I ran to get in line and
almost gasped outloud seeing the teammates standing there bare-ass naked.
oh we had showered naked and I had certainly seen everyone frolic around the
lockerroom naked before...but this was the first time wthey had casually been
standing around...and so close to each other.

The coach saw me and yelled at me to strip...making comments about being so
bashful....his derisions didnt stop.  He made us line up close to each other
and warned the guys around me that I was bashful. He made us move closer and
closer till indeed I felt the buy behind me and the buns of the guy in front
of me....till that time nobody had ever touched me "there" let alone me
touching anyone else "there"....

As each guy weighed in, the coach would make us move up immediately and kept
telling us  to stay so close that "the guys in front of us would smile".

Finally the guy in front of me stepped up on the scale, and the coach looked
at my blushing face...and his eyes looked down at my raging hardon. He didnt
spare anytime to announce to the entire team that Tommy (the guy in front of
me) and I had been having a good time in line.

Tommy turned and looked at my erection (which was not subsiding from
embarrassment) and blushed.

The matches went ok, I won one or two and lost some. But whenever I wasnt
wrestling, I stayed alone on the bench avoiding looking at the coach and at
Tommy.....only once did the coach grab me and tell me I had done a good job,
but added that wouldn't help me later...

Later came.

The coach addressed the team saying we hall done a good job. He then singled
out certain wresters...and that included me.

I stood as instructed and the coach told me to strip. My cock began to stir,
my face blushed as usual, and I peeled down the wrestling tights till I wore
only my jockstrap.

I then rolled down the elastic waiststrap as instructed so I was naked, and
moved towards ththe coach.

Then as I stood there naked infront ofth the entire team, the coach began to
talk about erections...he went on and one talking about it being natural, about
guys horsing around in the shower, about seeing guys get hardons while on the
mats, and about me getting a hardon during weighin that day.

My cock seemed to enjoy the attention because I felt it stir during the speech
and finally move into an erected state. I tried to force it down, but that only
made it get harder.

By the time the coach finished, I was sporting a throbbing hardon which would
just twitch....the team just looked, and an occasional comment would make
everyone laugh...especially those asking Tommy if he rememberd that cock.

The coach told me to kneel and bend over....his paddle swacked my bare ass
five times...and that was the punishment we were all promised everytime we
got a hardon in the lockerroom....he also promised ten if he saw us get a
hardon on the mats (which I did at least onnce a day during practice)) and
promised us twenty if we got one while wrestling another school.

Tommy telephoned me that night and sympathized with me, saying all the guys
got hardons.....it was his idea of a way to protect ourselves that started
the team circle jerks in the showers.....

And it was Tommy who re-enacted the coach paddling me once...but he alternated
hitting my butt with stroking my cock...a favor which I returned....often.

Punishments continued however...I got my share of paddles for getting hardons
in the shower, on the mat, and once during a match with another school.

And each time, Tommy and I would re-enact the scene in private.

I miss wrestling!