Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2005 17:46:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: thunder boy <thunder151@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jockboy Mike: Chapter 04
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JOCKBOY MIKE: CHAPTER 04
It was getting into November, short days and long nights, and deeper
into wrestling season. I was getting into pretty good shape, and us novices
were starting to show some wrestling talent. There was still a lot of strength
work, and drills, but more and more time was spent in actual wrestling. We
usually paired off with different guys in our weight class or in a neighboring
weight class.
It meant I got to spend some wrestling time with Sean. He and I were
in the same weight class, but I was actually getting good enough to challenge
him after he wore out his usual partner ( Forrest a gangly, wiry jock with
red-brown hair, a goofy grin and a talent for clowning around). When I
wrestled Sean, I put everything into it .... all that will to impress him .... all
that pent-up sexual energy .... all my new muscle power and stamina. I was so
tuned into his body, that having the chance to hold him, straining and
struggling .... gave me an incredible rush of energy. And he noticed it.
He started looking at me differently, with a kind of respect. Don't get
me wrong. He could still beat me .... usually. But sometimes I would beat
him. Then he would give me this dogged look, out of breath, his eyes saying,
"Damn, Mikey, where the hell did that come from? I'm not lettin' you get
away with THAT again." I dunno, I guess I'm sayin' .... It made me feel
worthy of him. And it felt really good.
The showers after practice were also gettin' to be more interesting ....
as the wannabe's dropped out .... and the survivors got more comfortable
with each other. Most guys were kinda shy about showering, but not
awkwardly so. I was kinda reserved myself, not wanting to pop a boner in
front of all the jocks, but usually I was tired and sore enough I could keep it
under control.
The real zinger was seeing Sean in the shower. He was so naturally at
home in his own skin, not at all self-conscious. I would start to swell looking
at him, and then have to look away to avoid total embarrassment. He made a
game of it. He timed it so he would be casually scrubbing a nipple .... or
soaping his cock .... whenever I looked at him. And he knew I couldn't stop
looking at him.
Sometimes Cooper was showering next to me. It looked to me like
Cooper was starting to notice what was going on. It also looked like he was
sneaking sidelong glances at Sean himself .... and gettin' a little rise.
Interesting.
The other point of interest after practice was the official scale.
Wrestlers are fanatical about making weight, and they are always checking
their weight, standing on the scales, naked as jaybirds, adjusting the
counterweights until they exactly balance.
It just wouldn't do to gawk, but I couldn't help but notice ....
Davis: a lightweight freshman, brown hair, pale, whitebread cute, dimpled,
and nearly hairless, just over the threshold of puberty ....
Brandon: another cute freshman, thicker and more muscular, with a dark
complexion, one weight class below me, thick black hair and bedroom
eyes, his cock bigger than mine, his bush thicker than mine, his legs
hairier than mine ....
Dan: a junior, 2 weight classes up, but only a little taller than me, dark hair
and mad eyebrows, ultralash eyelashes and a killer smile, with
ripped abs, a beautiful cock, smooth chiseled chest and a mouth-
watering treasure-trail ....
Since the wrestling season was upon us, Sean wanted to squeeze in
some extra workouts. One of the local gyms had a dedicated mat room, and
Sean invited me and Cooper to work out with him on the weekend for a few
hours.
We would soon be competing for varsity positions. Part of me was
thinking he just wanted to get the edge on me by learning my moves, another
part was thinking 'not likely,' since he could beat me 9 times out of 10
anyway, and the rest of me was thinking YIPPEE .... my first time to hang out
with him outside of school.
We met at the gym early in the afternoon. Me and Cooper went
together. We all wore t-shirts, gym shorts and tennis shoes, since our regular
gear was at school. I was nervous seeing Sean .... all hot-looking in his
shorts, showing off his hairy legs, and a baggy white t-shirt. He soon got us
going on stretches and warm-ups, which broke the tension. Then Cooper and
I wrestled him for 3-minute periods alternately for the first half-hour. He
wasn't fooling around.
I shouldn't have worried about him scamming me to gain an edge. He
started sharing some advanced moves and pointers. We ate them up. And it
was WAY cool realizing .... I was actually holding my own and giving him a
good workout .... plus having the chance to squirm around on the mats with
him. After a while we were sweating, and we shed everything but our shorts.
We switched off partners in rotation while one guy rested.
After about 2 ® hours we were definitely slowing down. We were
laying on the mats recovering when Sean said "One more match and call it
quits." Then he said, "You and me, Mike." I crawled in the bottom position
and he grabbed me from behind, skin to skin. His chest pressed to my back.
Smooth, warm, slippery with sweat. Sweet.
Cooper shouted go, and I started trying to escape. Sean was on me like
a winter coat. Every time I switched out, he would pull me back in, tight to
his chest. Then he started breaking me down, yanking my arms out from
under me, driving me forward around the mat. I was exhausted, and he knew
it. Finally he worked me into a cradle and rolled me onto my shoulders. Man
was he strong.
After the required 3 seconds he didn't let go, though. He managed to
hold me on my shoulders one-handed and grab the back of my shorts. He
pulled them down over my ass, leaving it bare, framed by my jockstrap. I
could feel the air on my ass-cheeks. Then he spanked me. Three times. Hard.
Ouch! I yelled and jumped.
Cooper squealed "Unsportsman-like conduct!" and started laughing
and kind of jumping around. As I kicked out of the cradle, Sean yanked my
shorts down to my ankles. In a flash, he was on top of me, straddling my
stomach. He pinned my hands down with his hands, in a schoolboy pin.
Usually this would be easy to escape, but I was dog-tired and just couldn't
buck him off. I was breathing heavy and his weight on me made it more
ragged.
He started inching his butt up higher on my stomach, then onto my
chest, my hands pinned over my head. I felt his strong, warm hands on mine.
I felt his strong, fuzzy legs touch the smooth skin on each side of my chest.
Suddenly I was aware that his crotch was approaching my face. My mouth
was half-open and dry with panting. I didn't move. Soon his knees were on
either side of my head, his legs pressing my shoulders to the mat. I felt his
leg-hair brushing my cheeks.
He pressed his hard-boy basket to my lips, looking down, a cocky grin
on his face. I felt the heat of his bulge on my lips. I strained to move my
hands in a gesture of struggle, but he leaned into it and they stayed put.
Meanwhile, Cooper lay on his stomach on the mat, his face about 2 feet
away, taking it all in. Sean's basket was right there on my lips .... for Cooper
to see.
I was paralyzed all over. Except for my dick. My boy-meat sprung to
life, nice and proud and hard in the pouch of my jockstrap. Sean looked to
sideways at Cooper and smiled, then gestured with his head to look behind
him. Cooper scooted down by my crotch while I lay there looking up at this
pumped-up, grinning, half-naked, teenage wrestle-jock holding me pinned.
Cooper tapped on my boner a few times to confirm its hardness. Fuck. Hard
as rock. My mindless hard-on just flexed under the contact. I squirmed under
Sean, trying to arch up, but he bounced on my chest and broke me back
down.
I was in real danger of being officially turned out .... as a queerboy-
pussy-faggot. I just panicked. I bucked and twisted with all my might. I threw
Sean off over my head as I squirmed away under him. I pulled my shorts up
as I scrambled to my feet. Sean and Cooper looked at each other in surprise,
exclaiming "WHOAA" in unison.
I just gave them a mad-dog look .... to let them know .... this game was
over. Sean got up slow, his hands up in a sign of peace, like he was done for
the day too. Then I noticed .... a definite bulge in his baggy shorts .... as he
casually adjusted his package.
Looking back and forth between Sean and me, Cooper remarked,
"Damn .... I think maybe Mike should wrestle naked ALL the time."
Sean and I looked right at each other. You could see the idea going
through our minds, processing. We both looked ready to say something. Then
... all at once .... we totally cracked up. The image was just too visceral.
Finally, we started getting dressed to leave. Sean and Cooper filled it
up with small talk while I tried to get my head together. They let me have my
space, no mention of my jockstrap boner. Sean told me it was a good
workout. He told me .... and Cooper.... that we were getting to be pretty
decent wrestlers.
As we split up outside, Sean smiled and said "See you at practice."
Then he tousled my hair. Hot damn! He fucking tousled my hair. I smiled and
looked in his face, breathing in deep. My chest swelled. It felt soooo good.
Cooper watched this interchange with quiet interest .... he seemed a little
uncomfortable, witnessing this little show of affection. His silent presence
made Sean's gesture stand out even more boldly.
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I spent the rest of the day in very high spirits, with thoughts of Sean
just on the edge of my mind if not on center-stage. He was warming up to me
beyond my wildest expectations, unless I was reading too much into it.
Maybe I was over-reacting to his simple, straightforward jock-boy antics. At
any rate, he was getting a consistent message from ME. How many times had
he caught me with a boner, obviously a boner for him?
That night saw me drifting off to sleep with visions of Jock-boy Sean
dancing through my head. And the ensuing dreams were along the same
theme.
In dream-time now, I found myself in the wrestling practice room. It
was time for the elimination match the match where guys from the same
weight class compete for the varsity spot. And it was my turn to wrestle Sean.
Instead of the usual wrestling gear we wore t-shirts, shorts, jockstraps, and
tennis shoes. This affair didn't include the whole team. It was just me and
Sean, Cooper, Davis ( the whitebread frosh), Brandon(the swarthy frosh) and
Dan (the junior with the treasure trail and eyelashes).
Sean and I faced off for the take-down. It was intimidating, but I wasn't
going to go down without a fight. We closed , head to head, each with a hand
on the back of the other's neck, and circled. After some pushing and
shoving, Sean drove me back and ducked under for my legs, pulled them
together and dropped me.
He had the take-down and started riding me. He was, as usual,
aggressive about breaking me down from my crawling position. He pushed
and pulled me, grapevined my legs, and worked on breaking my arms down.
He drove me forward with his head in my armpit, ground his chin into the
middle of my back, and generally harassed me with dedication. Finally, I
managed to sit out in front of him and spin away. As I did this, he grabbed
my shirt and tore the seam up one side.
We faced off again, my shirt hanging open. He took me down again
and started riding. He reached through my legs from behind, grabbed my far
wrist and pull it through. I could feel him driving his pelvis into my butt from
behind, pushing me onto my face. With his free hand he pulled the sneaker
off my right foot. I straightened out, pulling my right wrist free, and went
spread-eagle, face-down on the mat.
Just then, Sean grabbed my shorts on both sides and yanked then down
past my knees. I was in a precarious position; if I reached down to pull them
up, he could roll me over for the pin. Instead, I tried to scramble forward on
my hands and knees. As I did, he pulled my shorts right off, along with my
left shoe. I made my escape, but at a cost I was now wearing only a jock-
strap and ripped t-shirt.
The four guys watching cheered and whistled. Sean threw my shorts to
Cooper on the sidelines. He grinned and twirled them in the air over his head.
It was clear that I wasn't going to get them back.
We faced off again, circling. Sean smiled at me and winked. This time I
drove right for his legs but he sprawled out on top of me, holding me tight
and driving his chin into my back. I held up against his weight, pulling in on
the back of his thighs, but now my ass was open to the full view of the
admiring public. Then he started spanking it. It was humiliating. I kept trying
to drive forward and push him over, but it was useless. The gang of four
cheered and whistled. Finally, he threw me down, sprawled hard, and spun
around behind me.
Here I was again, back on all fours, with Sean working me from
behind. He started teasing me while he rode me. He slapped my ass and
started pulling my jockstrap down. Whenever he pulled on my jockstrap, I
would reach to pull it back up and he would drive me forward. Then he
would grope my basket. This went on for quite a while. He was playing with
me, and I was getting a hard-on. This is when he threw a half-nelson and
grapevined my legs. I went flat to the mat and he rolled me face up with my
hard cock straining to get out of my jockstrap. The crowd went wild. He
pushed into the small of my back and forced my pelvis to arch out, making
sure my covered hard-on was in full view.
"Take it off. Take it off," the jocks started chanting. Sean complied. He
peeled the jockstrap down with his free hand, showing my full boy-boner to
the world. I strained and arched to break free, much to the crowd's delight,
my naked hard-on waving in the air. Finally, Sean relented and let me break
free. But he wasn't finished yet.
Now I was exhausted and totally turned on. Sean stripped down to his
shorts and we closed again. My unflagging wiener was a total distraction. He
took me down and twisted me around like a pretzel. He grabbed my dick
from behind and moved me around at will .... handling me by my joystick. He
scissored me and put his feet in my face .... told me to smell them, told me to
lick them. He scissored my head with his crotch at my mouth. He told me to
kiss it. He flicked my ears and pinched my nipples. He dug his fingers into
my ribs and armpits when he wanted to see me squirm.
He put me in a frog-hold from behind, pulling my knees apart with his
feet, showing my stiffy off to all the other jocks. Then he flicked my rigid
cock with his middle finger, for emphasis. He spanked my bare ass. He
played to the crowd. I stayed hard, writhing, straining, struggling, through the
whole ordeal. Finally, he pinned me, his chest on mine, slippery on a film of
sweat, my endless hard-on as proud and energetic as ever.
The dream wasn't over yet. Sean got up and stood over me. "On your
knees," he said, between breaths. I got to my knees. He kicked my knees wide
with his foot. Exposed.
"Strip," he said. I looked up at him confused. I felt pretty stripped
already. Then I remembered the shredded t-shirt hanging from my neck. I
pulled it off. I clasped my hands behind my back. Naked submission. He grinned.
Then he stepped up to me, his bulging crotch touching my face, and held it
there. I breathed him in. My hard-on twitched in the air. I felt his hard cock
through the shorts, pressed against my
face. I was his. "Kiss it," he said.
The hottest guys on the team watched me kiss Sean's boner through his
shorts. And they saw my cock twitch when I did it. "Sean rules," they
cheered. I was his.
I woke up sweating in a tangle of sheets, my teen-tool dripping. It
was too wild. Too vivid. Instead of beating off (my first impulse), I lay
there fixing the dream in my mind. In the morning I put it all in my
journal before it slipped away.