From: an140567@anon.penet.fi (Ethan Gardner)
Reply-To: an140567@anon.penet.fi
Date: Wed,  6 Sep 1995 09:55:45 UTC
Subject: New Story:  "Wrestling Room", m/m

The following story contains teen male/male sex, the consensuality 
of which is in some cases iffy

  Wrestling Room

  by Dorian Grey

     I had only been going to Genevieve High school for a few months, but
already I was starting to get the traditions of the wrestling team down pat.
You see, GHS' wrestling team had been state champions for the past four years,
and because I didn't know anyone, I joined the team as soon as I got to the  
school.  
     As I found out, it would be an experience that would change my life.  
This was a group of young men so dedicated, they would do anything for each
other.  And tonight it was my turn to have "anything" done for me.
     For almost a full hour after school before the coaches begin practice,
the entire team meets in the wrestling room for our own practice session.  
The coaches understand our need to bond together as a team and never bother
us during this time.  
     Tonight was Monday night, and we had just had a big meet against Chester-
ville.  We won (of course), and it was time for our weekly Monday night 
activities.  
     First we warmed up; we did stretches and jumping jacks until everyone 
was ready to go.  
     On Monday nights we had a special tradition, and tonight I was looking 
forward to it both nervously and excitedly.  You see, our team has an
honor-bound tradition to reward the people who score the most points for
the team, and in the meet against Chesterville, I and one other student,
Tyler Hale, had both scored more points than anyone else.  Tyler was a
sophomore, but he was one of the stars of the team, and he was used to 
winning.  For me, this was my first time being a team star.  
     After being on the team for a few weeks and surviving all of the 
little "initiation" pranks, newcomers to the team and freshmen learned 
quickly that to be on this team and be a winner, you had to obey the rules.
All the rules.  And that meant you had to be willing to bend over backwards
(or forwards) for your fellow teammates.

     Tyler was shorter than me, about 5 ft. 2, but perfectly proportioned.  
Two seniors held onto his arms, ostensibly to keep him from getting away, 
but in this case that was just a formality as everyone knew that Tyler 
liked getting it.  Brian pulled a name from a bag containing the names of 
everyone on the team.  "Matt Harris!  Come on down!" he yelled.  Two big 
seniors grabbed Matt, who was a junior and had been on the team long enough
to know what to do.  Tyler's attendants began to rub his dick through his 
uniform, for the sole purpose of giving him a hard-on.  That didn't take 
long, since Tyler could get a stiffy in about two seconds.  Matt, after
making the obligatory token protests, was taken to a stack of wrestling matts  
in the center of the room.  His singlet and jock strap were yanked down, and 
his muscular body and meaty ass were exposed.  Tyler's singlet and underwear
were pulled off, too, exposing his gorgeous body.  His dick was rock hard, 
jutting out from a thatch of dirty-blonde pubes.  He grinned broadly as 
the guys on either side of him began to lube up his stiff cock with some KY     jelly.    
Matt was bent over the stack of wrestling
mats, and Tyler was brought to the center of the room.  The "guards" on 
either side of him guided his dong into Matt's anus, and once they got him 
that far, as was customary, Tyler took over.  A look of determination 
took over his face as he concentrated only on getting his nut.  He
fucked like a jackrabbit, pumping his cock in and out of Matt's muscular
as with a furious pace.  Around me, some of the guys on the team were
sporting woodies as they watched the spectacle, but I never said anything, 
and neither did anyone else.  I even started to get hard, as Tyler got it 
on and Matt did his best to look bored--his cock was standing at full 
attention, though, too.  Matt knew the trick that most of the guys who'd 
been fucked before by Tyler knew, that if you clench up your cheeks at the  
right time you can get him to come really fast.  I could tell Matt was 
beginning to increase the friction, and after another minute, he just 
clenched his ass shut.  Tyler, oblivious to the world, his cock unable to 
work its way back into Matt's hole, exploded.  He shot jets of come all over 
Matt's back and the floor.  Both boys were then carried off, wiped off, and
dressed again. 
     I gulped.  Brian reached into the bag once more and pulled out a 
name.  "Stephen Feldman!  Prepare for entry!" he shouted.
     This was something I hadn't expected.  You see, Stephen was a 
freshman, and he was one of the few people on the team who had never been
fucked.  I had been hoping for a regular experienced team member.  I didn't
want to have to break someone in...
     Stephen's attendants lifted him to the center of the room.  He 
protested, and looked nervous, but I could tell he was being a man and 
preparing to do what he had to do.  Well, I thought.  So shall I.
     Stephen was actually one of the more handsome boys in the freshman 
class.  He was young looking, though, and his body wasn't an adult's, the
way some high school boys' are.  He had pale blue eyes which made you 
want to trust him when you talked to him, and a small nose which turned up
like an elf's.  He had brown hair and dark brown eyebrows, a skinny frame,
and, I recalled with some relief, having seen him in the shower, a smattering
of brown fuzz right at the base of his young cock.  At least I wouldn't be 
deflowering some young pup who hadn't started puberty.

     I still felt uneasy as the boys around me palmed my stiffening cock and 
took me by the shoulders to lead me to him.  But when his singlet was pulled
down to his legs to reveal his smooth, tight ass, a stronger feeling emerged 
in me--lust.  I relished the thrill of having another boy's hand on my 
cock as a teammate lubed my rod and another guided it to Stephen's 
asshole.
     The first thing that struck me was how tight it was.  I felt for the 
poor boy, but the last thing I could do in this public situation was show
tenderness.  This "tradition" had been carried on as a way of establishing
carmaraderie in a manly way, and I had to pretend that I was only interested
in using this boy as a sexual object.  I slid the head of my cock in and 
shivered as Stephen's sphincter tightened around my glans.  Each centimeter
was a challenge, but I finally worked my cock in halfway.  I could tell
some of the guys weren't enjoying the show, but I didn't want to hurt the
boy.  I slid out and in again, deciding not to try for full penetration.
     I fucked him quickly, never going in all the way, but still feeling
the amazing sensation of my dickhead sliding into his asshole.  I leaned 
forward (as I had seen some of the guys do) and grabbed onto the mats for
support.  From this position, I could peek down and see my cock, wet and 
hard, as it glided in and out.  I leaned forward even more, and now I could 
sneak a peek under Stephen's chest to his crotch.  I was pleased to note that
his cock was hard too.  The entire length of his thin shaft was in contact 
with the mat, and all I could see was the small purple head which twitched
with every thrust I made.
     It was then that I decided to make the experience more pleasurable for
Stephen, too.  With a grunt and a grimace, I slid my penis in further, until 
finally my mound made contact with the cheeks of his ass.  I pushed forward,
sliding Stephen slightly forward on the mat, and a moan escaped his lips 
as the friction of his cock sliding on the mat produced unexpected pleasure.
Harder and harder I pounded, glancing down when I could at his cockhead as
it rubbed back and forth on the mat.  Soon, the excitement was too much
for me, and I shot streams of come into Stephen, but I continued for a few
seconds more until I was able to make him spasm and blow his wad all over the
mat beneath him.
     I stopped fucking, and my teammates pulled my exhausted body off of 
Stephen's trembling frame.  We were cleaned and dressed, and practice went
on as usual, although I must admit I wasn't myself for the rest of the day.
That evening, after showers, as we were dressing to go home, I lingered in the 
locker room.  Stephen, on his way out the door, leaned toward me and whispered
quickly into my ear.
     "Thank you," he said.
     "Don't mention it," I thought, as he made his way out the door.

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