Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2016 11:50:56 -0700
From: Buddy Hunter <backwoodsnatureboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Sex at the Swimming Hole Part 11

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Each Saturday morning, Coach held a post-meet analysis, making use of video
taken at the meet.  Since this was my first year on the team, I wasn't sure
what to expect.  It turned out to be a great learning and team building
experience.  Coach covered the matches in the same order they had occurred.

"Jared, you're very fast," Coach said when he got to me.  "That was one of
the most well-executed pins I've seen in awhile.  You saw an opportunity
and took advantage of it.  Now, I want you to pay attention to what went on
in the first two periods.  There were opportunities to gain control or to
escape that you missed.  The pin may not always happen, so you need to work
more on getting points earlier in the match.  I'll help you with that, and
you can also get some good advice from your teammates."

Coach went through the video, stopping it to explain opportunities that I
had missed.  It was helpful.  I took note of some things to ask Eric about
later.

"That concludes today's discussion," Coach said at the end of his
presentation.  "Eric, would you and Austin please join me in my office for
a moment?"

Austin was our team captain.  I wondered what they were going to discuss
with Eric.

I waited for Eric outside the gym.

"So what was that about?" I inquired, brimming with curiosity.

"Well, since you're the cause of it, I'll tell you," he replied.  "But you
gotta keep it to yourself until Monday night.  I'm being appointed
co-captain, mostly on the basis of supposedly helping one of my teammates
get off to a good start.  My plan to maintain a low profile about our
training didn't work, but that's okay.  They are both pleased about the
results.  You're a better wrestler and I'm apparently an instant leader."

"A good choice," I said with a smile.  "Congratulations.  I think they're
correct.  You are a great mentor."

Our training of the morning was weightlifting.  When we were finished, I
found a text message on my phone.

"It's from Kevin," I said.  "He wants to meet me at the swimming hole since
it's such a great fall day.  Are you okay with that?"

"Sure I am," Eric replied with a smile.  "Like I said last night, you're
the stud of the day.  Go take advantage of it.  Fuck him once for me."

I texted Kevin suggesting that I stop by his place so we could jog to the
swimming hole together.

I had known Kevin since he moved to town in the seventh grade.  We were
friends in a casual way.  He was an inch or so taller and maybe five pounds
lighter than me, but otherwise we were very similar except for his bright
red hair.

When I arrived at his house, Kevin came out wearing black running shorts
identical to mine.  I smiled inwardly.  This was probably the sort of thing
groupies did when they were trying to establish a relationship with a
wrestler.  As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

"Hey, Mom!" Kevin shouted back into the house. "I'm going running with
Jared for a while.  I'm not sure where we're going, but I'll be back in a
couple of hours."

The response from inside must have been approval.  Kevin grinned at me in a
conspiratorial manner as we headed down the country road to the swimming
hole.

"You sure did great at the wrestling meet yesterday," Kevin said as we
jogged down the road.  "That was a great pin.  I think you're gonna do very
well this year."

"Thanks," I replied.  "I hope I can do that well every time, but I have a
lot to learn yet."

"I'll be glad to help you," he responded hopefully.  "Maybe you'll need
someone to practice with.  I could do that."

"I'll keep that in mind," I replied.  "It's nice of you to offer your help."

As we neared the end of the trail to the creek, I was happy to see that we
were the only ones there.  It was a good private location on a cool fall
day.

We sat down on the grass by the swimming hole and kicked off our shoes.
The reds and yellows of the leaves made this a beautiful spot for a sunny
autumn afternoon.

"Maybe this would be a good time to take you up on your offer to practice
wrestling with me," I observed.  "We need a little exercise to stay warm."

"That sounds super," Kevin replied.  "Will you demonstrate how you pinned
that guy yesterday?"

"Sure," I replied.  "Get down on your hands and knees in the defensive
starting position.  That's right.  Now I'll get in the top position.  Since
we don't have a referee to blow a whistle, you can start by making a move
to escape."

Kevin made his move, and I pinned him just like I had pinned my opponent at
the meet.

"That was cool!" he exclaimed when I let him up.  "Will you do it again?"

"Sure," I replied with a grin.  "But just for fun, I'll do it a little
differently this time.  And let's take off our running shorts.  They're not
made for wrestling."

As we moved our clothing to one side, I grabbed my lube out of my shorts
pocket and unobtrusively greased up my pole.

This time, when Kevin made his move, I flipped him onto his back and
straddled him, holding his arms over his head.  We were like two school
boys wrestling on the playground.  Giggling and laughing, he struggled to
break free, but it wasn't going to happen.  I had other plans.

Quickly sliding back and dropping down on top of Kevin, I held him in place
as I spread his legs and guided my boner towards his asshole.  His eyes
locked with mine, and I grinned as I saw that sudden realization of
helplessness that I had experienced so often.  We both knew without any
doubt that I was going to fuck him with my bare pole, that I was going to
go all the way, and that there was nothing he could do to prevent any of it.

Twisting and bucking underneath me, Kevin squealed with excitement as I
slowly penetrated him.  Throwing his legs over mine and grasping my back as
if to ensure that my pole stayed inside, he grinned up at me.

"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed.  "This is so hot!  I've wanted so much for you to
fuck me ever since my brother told me you might do it!"

"I'm glad I can make you happy," I replied with a grin.  "You must like to
fuck as much as I do."

I humped Kevin hard as he squirmed with pleasure under me, howling and
moaning from the sensations he was experiencing inside.  He ran his hands
over my back and grabbed my ass, urging me on and trying to pull me in
further.  I wished that I had a snake like Eric's so that I could screw him
harder without being afraid of sliding out.

Kevin was tight, and my boner felt very, very good sliding inside him.
Several times I nearly came, but I managed to hold it off.  Then I pushed
my luck too far, and it was all over.  I closed my eyes and grunted with
animal pleasure as I drove my pole in hard, spewing enough cum inside him
to supply a sperm bank for months.

I pulled out and dropped down beside him.

"That was so fucking good!" I exclaimed, stroking his chest and stomach in
my best you're-my-favorite-groupie manner.  "You're a great guy to have fun
with!"

"I liked it too," Kevin said with a smile.  "It felt good to have you
inside me.  You're my favorite wrestler on the team.  I'll be there every
time to cheer.  Can we do this after every match?" he asked hopefully.

"We might not be able to do it after every match, but we'll do it often," I
replied.  "We gotta find a warmer place, though.  Let's finish our run
before we freeze to death!"

I left a very cheerful Kevin at his place, and then ran back to the
practice room where I knew I would find Eric.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh yeah!  Groupies are the best! They're so anxious to be fucked!" I
exclaimed.  "But you should know how much fun I had," I added with a grin.

"What do you mean?" he asked with an air of innocence.

"I saw you watching from the bushes," I announced.

"You mean where you always hide and watch me?" he replied smugly.  "That's
how you knew where to look.  Furthermore, it was my responsibility as your
new team co-captain to make sure you fucked correctly."

"Did I?"  I inquired.

"Oh, you did for sure!"  he replied cheerfully.  "But you got the python
excited, and now it wants to have some fun too."

"I should make you go find a groupie to fuck," I responded as I stripped
and flopped down on my back.  "I'm gonna hold you in tight like Kevin did
to me.  We wouldn't want the python to escape."

"There won't be any danger of the python escaping," Eric said with a grin
as the snake began to crawl inside.  "The only way it will come out is if
its handler tells it to."