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The wrestling convention hall was alive with energy as I stood across from Jake, my opponent. The air buzzed with excitement, and I could feel the eyes of the crowd on us as we set ourselves to begin. Jake looked confident, his muscles defined beneath his singlet, while I tried my best to hide the nervous trembling in my legs.
"You ready for this, newbie?" Jake teased with a smirk on his lips.
"Yeah, I'm ready," I replied, trying to ignore the doubt in my mind. I had only recently gotten into wrestling for my first year in high school, where Jake had been doing this for years. He had always been an adversary of mine at school, and now, as my first real opponent, it was almost a given he would win. His experience and strength dwarfed mine, so he was right to call me a newbie. I just hoped I would survive the rounds and perhaps learn something from the experience.
The referee's whistle pierced the air, and we both crouched, ready to pounce. Jake's eyes pierced mine, looking like a predator stalking his prey, while mine more likely reflected fear of what was about to happen. I couldn't help but notice how much bigger Jake was compared to me, his arms and legs looking strong and defined. He wore one of those one-piece singlets and shorts, which tightly hugged his muscular frame. I was dolled up in dorky kneepads and elbow pads, the whole thing loosely dangling from my skinnier frame. I was even wearing a cup where he wasn't; the lumpy outline of his junk like a beacon of his confidence. I swallowed hard, looking at its size shape, wondering if mine would look so imposing if it were as visible as his.
The whistle blew again, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I tensed, trying to remember everything Coach Humes had taught me. With the whistle's shrill sound still echoing in my ears, I lunged forward, hoping my sudden move would catch him, but alas, Jake was too quick. With one smooth movement, he dodged my initial attack effortlessly. My arms grabbed for his, but his footwork was too good, allowing him to quickly get the upper hand.
Jake's strength was like a wall, seemingly impenetrable. Our bodies locked up, straining against each other as we vied for control. I managed to slip out of his grasp momentarily, but Jake was back on me like a thunderclap. With his arms around my head, he pulled me down to the mat, the force knocking the wind out of me.
For a moment, everything went black, and I gasped for breath. I struggled to push myself up, but Jake was relentless, mounting me, his onslaught unyielding. With a surge of determination, I forced myself to my feet, ready to face whatever came next. But each time I tried to mount a counterattack, he was one step ahead, his movements fluid and precise.
In a flash, Jake got me pinned to the mat once again, me on my front, his chest and legs mounting me. As I struggled, I was pretty sure I could feel Jake's boner pressing against me, his unprotected genitals smooshing against my lower back. Finally, the whistle-blowing signalled the end of the first round. Jake offered me a hand up, a knowing smile still etched across his face.
"Not bad," Jake said.
"Yeah," I panted, not having a clever comeback in the tank to shoot back with. "You're so strong."
I had no time to consider a new strategy as the referee's whistle blew again. We grappled, and Jake found a new surge of energy, launching himself at me and catching me off guard. Before I could react, I felt the full force of his weight bearing down on me, again driving me into the mat. I scrambled to retaliate, my vision swimming as he closed in all around me. I was on my belly again, and I could smell him, the tart scent of his arms locking my head. The ground squeaked beneath us as we shared our laboured breathing. Each breath was a struggle against his weight, but again, somehow, I found the strength to break his hold.
Through blurred vision, I could just make out Jake's arms snaking towards me. Again, I found his arms around my neck, constricting me and maintaining control. The heat of his body radiated against mine as he switched positions, barring my arm, my head becoming planted firmly between his thighs. In my new precarious position, I could clearly see the roundness of his crotch out in front. There was no mistaking the up-close sight of his plump balls and sporty erection, and he had no shame in holding me so close to it. I tried to pry myself free from the humid spot with every ounce of strength I could muster. But Jakes's vice-like hold was unbreakable, his nylon-covered cock only getting closer to my face. His hard-on and balls strained against the fabric of his clothes as he rubbed himself against my face. Jake's sweaty funk wafted against my nostrils as I struggled to escape. It wasn't until the referee's hand hit the mat for the third time that he allowed me to break free.
After our match, Jake and I returned to the changing room, the echoes of the crowd's cheers behind us ringing in our ears. Despite my defeat, I felt good about how I'd done, facing Jake and giving it my all. He was bigger and stronger than me, yet I had made him work for it. Trickles of sweat ran down both our bodies as we headed to the back alone. We both shared a told story that neither of us had gotten through unscathed.
Our bare feet padded against the hardwood floor, while the larger classes of wrestlers clashed back out in the arena. I took a spot on one of the wooden benches while Jake dragged his stuff over so we could keep each other company.
"You did good out there, Mike," Jake said, breaking our silence. "Really good."
"Thanks, Jake. You're way better than me, though."
"Yeah, but I've been doing this way longer." Jake chuckled, running a hand through his hair." Coach Humes and I go way back."
"Coach Humes, is your coach too? I didn't know that."
"Cool, yeah. He is pretty tough, but if you do what he says, you'll be as good as me someday."
Despite being opponents on the mat and at school, Jake didn't seem so bad anymore. We shared a mutual respect for each other's skills and the same coach, and if Coach Humes had gotten Jake to where he was, there was no reason he couldn't do the same for me.
Jake didn't seem to slow down in getting undressed as we continued to talk. He'd already stripped his gear down to his boxer briefs, his bulge reminding me of the intimate moment I'd shared with it earlier. Getting up alongside him, I quickly followed suit. My hands shook a little as I pulled off my protective pads and wrestling shirt; not used to being with someone like this but wanting to follow in his footsteps.
"Want to shower up?" Jake asked me, hooking his fingers into his remaining briefs.
"Uh, sure."
Jake showed no modesty, pushing his underwear to the floor. I was still a couple of moments behind, and yet he seemed not to care about waiting around in the nude. He talked away as he waited for me, everything hanging out and open. I swallowed hard, trying not to look, but eventually, my eyes drifted downward. There he was in the flesh, no longer covered, his teen cock right there.
"Sorry," I said after he noticed my look.
"Hah. It's all good."
It had only been a second, but he had been caught me red-handed. From my brief glimpse, I'd seen he was now soft, unlike when my head was down there before. His slender cock was long and uncut, definitely bigger soft than mine. He had a couple of wisps above the root; I was still hairless, just another thing he had over me.
After donning all my clothes, minus my underwear, I followed his bare ass to the shower. He sauntered in no problem while I waited till the very last moment before whipping off my underwear to join in.
"Cute," Jake said after catching me naked for the first time. "You're cut?"
"Uh yeah..." I baulked, my hands moving to cover the limited dignity I had left.
"Nothing to be shy about," Jake grinned, his hair getting wet. "I don't care if you want to look at mine."
As the steamy water warmed to almost unbearable, Jake made no effort to cover himself like me. Selfishly, I accepted his invitation, staring at him openly while desperately covering mine. We were the same age, but he was much taller and bulkier than me. Without his wrestling stuff on, I could see his pecs even better, whereas I only had ribs. His forearms and biceps were thicker, and the V of his waist was more prominent, pointing down to his generous cock. I couldn't help but notice he was boning up again now, too, I knew all about unwanted boners, but he sure seemed to get them a lot.
"Like it?" Jake asked after I had been looking for a bit too long. "It's four inches. I can cum now too. Can you?"
"I uh...I don't really wanna talk about that stuff."
"Ah, that's okay." Jake chuckled. "You will one day."
Even though the water was hot, I still think he could see me blushing. No, I couldn't cum, but that was way too personal to say to someone, right? Jake casually stroked himself, and I looked, calculating how far off I might be. He smiled at me nicely as I watched his hand move up and down, a pair of footsteps outside telling us we were no longer alone.
"Hey, Coach!" Jake suddenly called out. "We're in here."
"Ah, mind if I join you boys?" Coach Humes called back.
"Yeah, come on it. Water is fine." Jake shot back, winking back at me.
My eyes must have been like saucers; we were NAKED in here! Trapped in the tiny cubicle with Jake, I'd barely found the courage to get naked in front of him! Had Jake really just invited the coach in while we were naked? Were we really about to have a fully grown man with us, too?
Jake and I jammed ourselves against one shower wall while Coach pushed his way through the curtain. I stood stunned in came first his bushy-haired chest, followed shortly after by his equally hairy cock.
"Eep!" I shrieked, my voice cracking from the circumstance. "Hi, Coach,"
"Ah, Mikey!" He acknowledged. "Wasn't expecting to find you in here as well."
"He's circumcised, Coach, " Jake mentioned. "I guess that makes him the odd one out, huh?"
I crouched in the corner, clutching at my wilted cock. What was going on here? What was their thing with getting naked and talking about dicks all the time?
"Not shy, are you, Mikey?" Coach Humes noticed. "We're all men here. Circumcised or not, we're all the same."
With the coach as open to this stuff as Jake, I gawked at his manly cock for the first time. Sure enough, just like Jake, his turgid meat still had its end covered, a thick foreskin covering its tip. Coach Humes reached for some soap, unfurling the skin with his other hand. I stood open-mouthed as he pulled it all the way back to expose the deep redhead; I was fast learning where Jake got his lack of shame.
"You did well out there, Mikey, much better than I expected." the coach said, lathering himself.
"Thank you, sir," I gulped.
"Jake, however, you let me down. I'll speak with you later."
"Yes, coach," Jake said, almost grimly.
I stood in the corner of the shower stall like frightened prey as Jake and the coach cleaned themselves. They seemed to have no shame for what they shared, moving from place to place, showing off every inch of their bodies. Coach Humes even turned his back to us at one point, showing his hairy, thick ass. I couldn't believe all that I was seeing, but I guess this was what behind-the-scenes wrestling was all about.
"Come on, Mikey," Jake said, picking up on the coach's use of my name. "Stop hiding that little thing and clean up."
"Sorry, I'm not used to doing this with other guys."
"You'll get used to it," Coach Humes chuckled, returning to face us. "In fact, Jake, why don't you show Mikey what else you do for me."
"Sure thing, Coach!"
Jake kneeled in front of the coach and moved to massage the coach's cock. Water and soap suds burst forth as he kneaded the coach's rising erection with his hands, the coach's hand resting on his shoulder as he got to work.
"Why don't you get down there and take a closer look?" Coach Humes smiled. "Make sure Jake doesn't miss anything."
As if in a spell, I found myself on my knees, too, our coach's growing adult cock looming over us. I watched open-mouthed as Jake replaced his hands with his mouth, casually planting his lips against Coach's left nut. With his arm tugging me in, Jake encouraged me to do the same on the other side too, and so I did, questioning nothing.
"Ahh, that's good, boys," Coach Humes sighed. "One for each ball. That feels wonderful."
It was weird having my face in a man's crotch, and it was also weird doing something like this with Jake, of all people. He would nuzzle at the left side, and I would do my best from the right, with the coach moaning loudly above us. Despite the soaping he had just been given, Coach Hume's balls had an amazing manly smell to them. I could feel his fat balls inside his sack as my lips pushed up against them, all up and around.
"Keep licking his ballsack and between his legs," Jake gasped. "I'll go suck his cock."
"O..okay."
For the first time, my hands left my dick, forgetting why I needed them down there. Instead, I used them to lift Hume's heavy balls up and out of the way, trying to push my face up between his thighs.
"Make sure to take it all, Jake," I heard Coach Humes say. "If you aren't choking, you aren't trying."
"Mmmph," came the noise from Jake.
"And Mikey, make sure to lick my taint. You will need to push your face between my legs hard to get at it."
The coach's furry hairs tickled against my cheeks while Jake struggled to swallow his long shaft. Jake sounded strained as he pushed himself to take more of Coach's length, his throat making sounds I'd never heard before. With Jake doing his best, I knew I had to do my best, too, pushing my face up hard like the coach had told me to do. His hefty, fuzzy balls weighed on my cheek as I crammed my head into his personal space. My lips extended as far as I could, just far enough to nibble at his soft skin down below.
"There you go, Mikey," Coach Hume hummed. "That's the spot. Right there."
The lingering scent of soap and body odour lingered all around me, my eyes opening to see the belly of his taint. His ass rocked back and forth, feeding Jack, who had the other duty, deep, satisfied noises telling me we were doing a good job. I had to push out what I was doing from my mind; I was in the midst of it now. If this is what Jake did to get to where he was, this had to be my path.
"I'm about to cum, Jake." Coach Hume warned, turning off the water. "You know what to do."
I hadn't been told any different, so I continued what I was doing, feeling Coach Hume's balls retract closer to his body, preparing for the inevitable.
"Mmmmph..." gurgled the sound of Jake's struggle, receiving what I suspected was a bountiful mouthful of cum. "Mmph.." came his struggle again, his arms desperately clutching at me and the coach for support.
"Swallow," Coach Humes said sternly amidst Jake's efforts. I was glad I didn't have to do that part yet, Jake's hand squeezing mine as he did his utmost to swallow all he had been given.
"Well done, boys," the coach mused, ruffling our wet hair. "We'll have to do that again sometime."
It was my turn to help Jake to his feet when it was over, his eyes still bloodshot from his ordeal. Coach Humes patted each of us on the back as we headed out; was this all just a regular day for them?
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