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.
Wrestling Room
Wrestling Hunks
He slipped on his white jockey briefs and then BANG the door to the locker room was closed and locked. Apparently, neither one of us heard the janitor come by to lock up. I took advantage of the opportunity. I walked over to him, And with his back towards me, I put my left hand around his chest, and my right hand down the rear of his jockey briefs, he squirmed for a minute, and then with his right hand pushed his underpants down below his knees, I placed my finger up his tight ass as he slowly turned to his left and bent over, I then flipped him over and started sucking his big piece of meat and let him shoot all over my t-shirt. I was drenched. He ripped my clothes off and started sucking me. It felt so good.
Sex With Wrestling Coach After Practice on Coach's Day
Saturday finally came and I headed for our gym. Coach was waiting for me at the door as we would have the place to ourselves, he having the key and special permission to use the facilities. I went to our lockers and undressed. I made sure my penis was placed head down in the pouch of my jockstrap as it would be more difficult for it to become erect. Wrestling always got me excited as the constant friction excited my dick each time. I then pulled on the very tight fitting suit, white socks and special shoes. I took a peek in the mirror and was satisfied with what I saw: a young muscular hairy man wearing a suit that concealed very little. My cock was already slightly excited and my basket was very full.
Wrestling Bud and Then He Sucks My Cock and Eats My Cum
However, I soon realized that Bud still had a ragin hard-on. I kneeled next to him on the wrestling mat and slowly removed the wrestling tights from his body, revealing his smooth skin and freeing his throbbing dick. I started kissing his neck and moved toward his chest, stopping to suck on his erect nipples. I then licked down the center of his chest and ran my tongue around his belly button. Finally I reached my goal between his legs. I licked the head of his cock, then plunged his hard dick into my mouth. It was hot and musky, and I loved the salty sweet taste. I licked and sucked on his cock as hands ran over his smooth chest and legs. I soon felt his approaching orgasm, so I sped up my rhythm.
Short Locker Room Story
I would put on a clean pair of women's aerobic tights and a mock-turtleneck after my workout, if only to serve as a reward for having done some exercises. Since I like keeping my entire body free of hair, except for my eyebrows and head, I tended to shave daily. This, of course, caused a quiet stir in the men's shower room when I first joined, but eventually, they grew accustomed to the sight, and soon thought nothing of it. Nevertheless, I've caught a few men peeking at me from the tanning room's window.
Fucking the Gym Buddy Dale After Workout
This young man wasn't on the bike more than 10 minutes before he got off and went to work with the free weights. My eyes followed as he moved and began to lift the weights. Pretty impressive. He was pretty strong, stronger than me. I noticed he was heading for the water fountain, so I quickly got off the bike and got in line behind him. We had the same height (6 feet tall), and about the same build (I weighed 170 lbs), though I guessed he weighed more than me (about 10 - 15 lbs more). I noticed his shoulder were also broader than mine, though it was difficult to say for sure with his loose clothes.
Coach Beal
The first day we were out there I wanted to impress him, so I gave basketball my all. My shoe laces were untied and I slipped and fell on my ass. Needless to say the entire class was laughing. Even luscious Coach Beal. I turned more red than my pink asshole. He took me to his office to clean up the cut. Evidently I had fallen and cut myself just between my ass and where my leg began. That little flap of skin was infested with tiny pebbles from the outdoor court. He told me to "hop up" on his desk. He stratled his chair wearing a grey sweatshirt and yellow P.E. Mesh shorts, I later found out that he wasn't wearing underwear...
High School Guys Sucking Cock and Shooting Their Load Together
The only light was from the sunset outside that entered from the high windows above. There was a misty quality to the orange twilight, leftover from the parade of sweaty bodies that had showered there earlier. The only sounds would be the echoes of their groans and words of pleasure. They sat down, face to face on a locker room bench. Thankfully it was bolted to the floor so it could stand their violent movements. Between continued mouthwork and crotch rubbing ("Oh, fuck! That feels great, TIm."), they pulled off each other's shirts and licked off a layer of perspiration while exploring each other pecs, pits, and abdomens.
The Hunk Walks Into The Gym
Of course, I have to be careful. Real careful. While I can bench press my own weight fairly regularly and am able to hold my own with the best of them, I am definitely not in the same class as some of these Olympian gods. Just a simple little swat on the wrong fanny or a lick of my lips after staring at a sweat-beaded salami, and I could end up eating knuckles and swallowing teeth. So, instead, I rage against my urges, and settle for more subtle ways of advertising my hungers. Take my sweatshirt, for instance. Basic black, but with a large multi-colored rainbow flag on the front. A simple banner which announces - to those savvy enough to figure it out - my fondness for an occasional flesh cigar or mustache ride.
My Worst Cockfight Defeat
We had chatted online a lot before, so I thought I had a good idea of Ray's weak spots, as he did mine. We got the bell and met center mat on our knees. Ray was strong, I struggled to gain an advantage, finally lunging forward and knocking to his back. We had been oiled up before the match by my bud so we were nice and slick. The touch of his smooth slippery skin against mine was sending waves of pleasure through me as we grappled. I was getting more turned on by the wrestling as we struggled on the oily mat. Ray rolled to his stomach as I squirmed atop his back trying to secure his arms in a full nelson.
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