Date: Thu, 17 Oct 1996 23:16:14 -0700
From: gerardm@microtec.net
Subject: Wrestling Coach

I was finally in college; on my own at last.  Oh, I loved home 
life, but it was great to have a place of my own, even if it was one 
small room in a dorm.  The first week, I applied for the wrestling team, 
was accepted, and waited for the first practice with great nervousness.  
You see, ever since I was thirteen, I had known I was attracted to men.  
I had never had any sexual experience, coming from a very small town, 
even by eighteen, but I knew that a man's body turned me on.  So you can 
imagine how nervous I was at the thought of being surrounded by 
hard-muscled men on the wrestling team.  The image of someone's sweaty 
body in one of those tight outfits kept me awake long into the night.
	Finally, the big day arrived.  I got changed in the locker room 
and adjusted my cock in the jockstrap, so it could'nt play me any bad 
tricks during a bout, like leaking pre-cum all over the front of my red 
wrestling suit.  You see, whenever I got excited, my cock would just 
start oozing pre-cum like mad.  I managed to hide this by putting my 
dickhead in between my legs.  Before going in the gym, I stopped to have 
a look at myself in the mirror.  I was pleased by what I saw.  I'm six 
feet and weigh 170 pounds.  My hair is black, my eyes are dark blue, and 
I have a well-defined, muscular body because of my training with weights 
since I was fifteen.  I have well-rounded, muscular pecs and my nipples 
are dark brown, about the size of a silver dollar.  Right then, being in 
the open, my nipples were standing out straight and I knew if I touched 
them I would get a hard-on automatically.
	I don't have much hair on my chest but what I did'nt have above I 
got below.  A hair line started out at my navel and traveled south to a 
dense thick bush around my mast and low hanging balls, and then spread 
down my strong legs and around my tight ass.  One of my friends said I 
looked like a centaur.
	And then there was my cock.  Even by putting it between my legs, 
it still created a large mound at the front of my trunks.  At full 
length, it stood out seven thick inches with a large firm cockhead.  It 
looke like one of those large mushrooms.  It never seemed to rest and 
sought the attention of my had often.  Even then, just looking in the 
mirror, I could feel it stirring, and I was sure the pouch of the 
jockstrap was already wet with pre-cum.  I backed away from the mirror 
and headed for the gym.
	We were thirty on the team, all sizes and shapes.  I was at first 
a little dissappointed, as there seemed to be no one I was attracted to. 
 What had I been expecting?  Some god to walk up to me and make love to 
me?  Then all of a sudden HE walked in:  Jim...Imean the coach!  It was 
like looking at me but blond and older, as he was about thirty.  But the 
rest was almost the same: six feet, dark-blue eyes, a strong, 
well-defined body, large dark nipples on well-rounded pecs (his nipples 
were also at attention from the cool air), and I could even tell he had 
hair in the same places as I do, although his was, of course, blond.  I 
gulped when I noticed his crotch.  It just seemed to rise out as one's 
eyes traveled down his torso.  He wore a black wrestling suit and it even 
seemed a bit small for his frame, but the tightness seemed to outline his 
muscles even more.
	As we went through the moves and different holds, I could'nt help 
looking at him.  I was paired off with a tall, slim guy who was'nt as 
strong as I was.  The coach was paired with a big guy, and I was pleased 
to notice he wrestled as I like it - staying close to the other guy, 
molding himself to the other's body.
	We all worked up quite a sweat, and when the two hours were up, I 
was ready to hit the showers and go home to bed, since it was already ten 
p.m..  I was really surprised when the coach came up to me and said he 
had been watching me, that I had potential, and would I like to stay 
after classes to practice with him.
	Would I like it?  I almost got a hard-on at that moment and 
stammered that I would.  He looked pleased and asked if I was ready to 
start tonight.  No problem I said.  He told me to wait, as he had to lock 
up after all the others had left.  I could'nt believe it, me alone with 
this incredibly sexy man.  I could already feel the pre-cum oozing out of 
my cockhead and  coating the inside of my jockstrap.
	I decided to do some weights while waiting.  It took about 
three-quarters of an hour before he returned. He joined me at the weights 
and warmed up his muscles for about fifteen minutes.  Then we headed for 
the mats.   We grappled for awhile, going through the different holds.  I 
could'nt help feeling excited, being so close to him, smelling his sweat, 
feeling his hands all over my body, especially on my crotch.  I could 
feel my cock stirrring, but so far the jockstrap prevented it from 
jumping up and embarrasiing me in front of the coach. After all, I was'nt 
sure he was as interested in me as I in him.  Although I could'nt help 
noticing that his basket seemed also to have grown and every time I 
could, I reached for his crotch, feeling the warmth of his confined cock 
and balls.
	We took a break for about five minutes.  As we stood near each 
other catching our breath, I stared down at his crotch, which was now 
quite evidently enlarged.  I was'nt sure if his shortness of breath 
was'nt just plain excitement, as wasmine.  Then I saw that he was staring 
openly down at my crotch - and that seemed to get him even more excited. 
 Our eyes locked and he  smiled at what he saw.  He then suggested a show 
of strength, to finish off the evening by giving each other a mutual bear 
hug till one of us broke off.  As he asked, he just moved closer to me, 
sensing my answer would be affirmative.  He stood in front of me and our 
crotches touched.  I almost came at the sensation of our hot baskets 
gently touching.
	He grabbed my waist and brought our bodies hard against each 
other.  Our hips collided together as we strained all our muscles.  I 
could feel my cock getting harder and straining against its confinement. 
 Against my own basket was a hard lump, also rubbing itself firmly 
against me.  The sensation was electric and our breath now came in gasps. 
 I could feel the muscles in his body and even our nipples, hard like 
miniature cocks, rubbed against each other.
	He then broke off the hold, saying he had to cool off a bit.  
What an understatement!  But then he suggested we take off our suits and 
continue in just our jockstraps.
	I just nodded, as I could'nt believe this was really happening to 
me.  We took off our sweaty suits and I admired his rockhard body 
glistening from all the sweat.  I could see by his gaze that he was also 
sizing me up.  Speaking of size, my jockstrap was extended as far as it 
could go and it was all wet with sweat and pre-cum. I was a bit 
embarrassed, but not for long, as I noticed he was in the same 
predicament.
	He suggested we continue with the mutual bear hug and I could'nt 
agree more.  We moved in again slowly, as if we wanted to savor each 
sensation for as long as we could.  Naturally, our suits had covered some 
essential parts, but now with only white jockstraps on, we could feel 
each other even more.  I moved closer to him and stood firmly in front of 
him, my legs planted in front of his.  We then looked down at the same 
time to see that our crotches were only centimeters away from each other. 
 We held this pose for what seemed like an eternity, the electricity and 
heat from our bodies sending clear signals to each other.
	As if pulled by a magnet, our crotches touched.  The feel of the 
jockstrap fabric and the hardness underneath made my legs almost buckle 
from sheer pleasure.
	Our cocks both throbbed at the same time, sending chills up and 
down our bodies.  I put out my hands and gently touched his nipples, as 
he reached for mine.  As if in too muche pleasure we ground our hips 
together, our groins colliding.  Then as we played with each other's 
nipples, he brought his fac3e closer to mine.  His lips gently brushed 
mine, and as if on cue, our tongues came out to meet in a warm, wet kiss. 
 Our tongues battled in our mouths, as our hands slid over our bodies and 
our crotches rubbed solidly.
	I could have come like that, if he had'nt broken off the kiss and 
the rubbing.  He looked into my eyes, our tongues met again for a brief 
moment and then -- ooooh yeeees -- his hands glided down to the straps of 
my jock, and I knew he was going to pull it off.  I was going to feel 
another man's cock against my own for the first time.  I did the same and 
we pulled the jocks slowly down.
	To describe the next sensation is impossible, I can only tell you 
our cocks popped out and touched for the first time with nothing 
separating them.  We both had about the same size cock, with large, 
mushroom heads that were now touching as if kissing.  We finished pulling 
off the jockstraps and stood facing again, our cocks touching in warm 
embrace.  His bush was as thick as mine and I longed to crush it against 
my own, but for then we were enjoying the sensation of our pulsing love 
membranes.  We could feel the throb of each other's dick and the soft, 
velvety skin of our shafts.  Our cock slits oozed with pre-cum making our 
members slick.  Our balls hung low and I knew we would both shoot a 
healthy load when the time came.
	Not being able to stand any more, I grabbed his waist again and 
brought our now fully naked bodies together.  Our cocks just seemed to 
take a natural position one against another, cockhead against cockhead, 
shaft against shaft.  The feel of his thick bush against mine was like 
the mingling of fur.  We grabbed each other's ass to grind our crotches 
closer together and brought our tongues together in a passionate kiss as 
our bodies rocked in a sensuous rhythm.  We were one body, one cock.  The 
sweat and pre-cum helped our dicks slide against the other, and I could 
feel his cockhead brush against my own.  Our breath came in slow gasps as 
we moaned together, bringing each other closer and closer to the brink.
	Then suddenly we were on the floor and he was on top of me.  Our 
legs entwined and I could even feel the hair of his legs brush against 
mine.  Our balls were crushed together and with each movement, I could 
feel them roll against one another.  Our cocks were now leaking pre-cum 
like mad, making our bodies even slicker and the rubbing made a slushing 
noise that was sensuous and exciting.  Our moans were growing louder as 
our hands playied with tits, shoulders, hair, ass, and back. We were 
moving in unison.
	Then at exactly the same time, we were over the brink and both 
crying out as we crashed our crotches together and our cocks spewed spurt 
after spurt of hot, rich cream.  I could feel his cock spurting the cum 
onto our bellies and my cum was mixing with his.  We lay like that for a 
long while, kissing and carressing.  We then headed for the showers.  I 
knew I would love college!!!!

If you like this story e-mail me:  gerardm@microtec.net