The Wrestling Lesson

Dale's whole body was tingling with a rush of excitement. He was jumping up and down, slapping his legs and arms, getting ready for the match. He always felt this way before an important match and this was the championships. His college wrestling team was on it's way for the cup and Dale was one of the good wrestlers.

The team had traveled all night to get here and the guys, although tired, were psyched up for the event. They had wrestled all morning and the team had done quite well. They were now in the finals and Dale was pumping himself up for the next match. His red singlet clung to him tightly, revealing his well muscled body and large packed crotch. His nipples were erect as the singlet left the pecs completely bare. The hairs on his very hairy legs were standing straight or so it seemed; he was so tense and ready to go.

Dale looked over to see his opponent. Wearing a yellow singlet, Steve was also preparing himself for this match. They were both the same size, Steve was equally muscular and also had very hairy legs. The young men stared at each other and tried to rattle the other's mind but to no avail.

Their names were called and the boys stepped onto the mats, put on the colored straps and stood close together in the beginners position. Dale knew he would have a hard time as he had wrestled Steve a couple of times before and Steve was quite the adversary.

The whistle blew and they lunged at each other. They grappled at each other pulling, pushing, trying to unbalance the other and bring him to the mat. Dale loved to wrestle, it was even an erotic experience for him: muscle against muscle, sweat mingling, bodies rubbing, even the grunts and groans were like the sounds of sex. Of course he didn't have the time to think of this now as he struggled with Steve. He finally lunged and brought Steve to the mat. Steve quickly turned on his stomach and Dale was on top of him, his whole body covering Steve's. Dale tried to immobilize Steve by wrapping his legs around Steve's.

Then he worked the upper body. His crotch was firmly entrenched in Steve's ass and each movement caused friction on his cock. Dale knew his cock was slightly enlarged; he was used to this as were most wrestlers. Keeping one arm on Steve's neck, Dale brought his other under his opponent and tried pulling him over. Dale could feel Steve's well muscled stomach and his hand went lower to grab his crotch and pull. His hand was well-filled with Steve's crotch and he could tell Steve was also a bit excited.

Somehow in the next few seconds, Steve managed to turn the tables around and was now on top of a kneeling Dale. Quickly, Steve's arms encircled Dale's waist and one hand went to his crotch as he also tried to pull Dale. Dale managed to flatten himself, trapping Steve's hand on his crotch. Steve, undetected by anyone in the gym, was squeezing Dale's crotch. Dale was surprised as this had never happened before. He struggled but Steve kept squeezing his cock which was almost rock hard by now. Dale was even more surprised to feel a hardness against his asscheeks.

Dale managed to pull himself to the edge of the mat and the referee whistled. Both men stood and Dale looked over at Steve to see a very enlarged crotch much like his own. Both men tried to hide their erections by bending down as if to catch their breath. Dale's mind was doing overtime. This had never happened before. During practice, he would sometimes get a hard-on as did other wrestlers but never during a match. He shook his head as if to dispel all erotic feelings and kneeled in he referee's position as Steve placed his arms around his waist.

The whistle blew and Dale tried to escape but Steve jumped him and once again brought his hand to Dale's crotch. He squeezed the hard cock and Dale almost moaned out loud. Now Dale was mad and deftly turned Steve over somehow. He was now on top with Steve under him. He decided to give Steve some of his own medicine so he brought one hand to Steve's crotch. He found a hard cock and when he squeezed it, he was sure it throbbed. With one of his legs he managed to begin turning Steve over. Slowly and with much effort, he turned the other man.

Soon his body was on top of Steve who was now on his back. His legs wrapped around Steve's and he ground his crotch into Steve's. He could feel his hard cock as it settled against Steve's. He shut his mind to the exquisite feeling and concentrated on pinning Steve. It took a lot of work but finally he succeeded. He jumped up and let out a whoop as the referee took both men's arms and raised Dale's as the winner.

Dale shook Steve's hand and was surprised when Steve grabbed him in a mock bearhug. He felt the other's cock against his own and remembered they were both obviously erect. Embarrassed, he almost crawled over to his coach who had a puzzled look on his face. His teammates grabbed him and congratulated him with slaps on his ass or shoulders. Coach told him it was time to hit the showers and to get back here to cheer on the rest of the team.

Dale headed for the showers. As he walked down the long corridors, he couldn't help remembering Steve and their hard cocks wrestling on their own. He turned down another corridor when he heard a sound. He looked up to see Steve waving to him. Steve then looked around and opened a door. His wave turned into a beckoning. Dale was unsure for a second, looked around and since there was no one around, quickly stepped into a dimly let storeroom with Steve.

Both men faced each other. It only took a second for Dale's cock to spring back to attention. He pulled Steve to him and both men embraced, grinding their crotches together, roughly seeking the release they needed. Steve pushed Dale against the wall and spreading his legs grinded his pelvis against Dale's, their hard cocks rubbing together. Dale pinched Steve's tits hard and both men were moaning and groaning just like they were wrestling.

Dale knew they could cum quickly like this so he grabbed Steve's singlet straps and pulled them down. Steve stepped back a little and both men pulled off their singlets. They stood then with their jockstraps extended outwards. Once again Steve caught Dale in his arms and Dale wrapped his arms around Steve. This time they kissed, tongues lashing out at each other in a different kind of wrestling match. Their cocks wrapped in t he jockstraps, were standing straight up between their united bellies and the friction of material and cocks was sublime.

Once again Steve was roughly rubbing against Dale and Dale returned every thrust. It didn't take long for the two cocks to erupt as they sent their loads flying on and through the jockstraps. The two youths growled their ecstasy, their bodies locked, shining with sweat, their muscles hard, their dicks pumping their loads between them.

The climax was over too quickly, leaving the boys breathless and exhausted. They quickly pulled up their singlets, kissed and parted, each heading for their team's showers. When he returned to the gym, Dale got a weird look from his coach but quickly got into cheering for the home team. Their team finally won the championship and the party lasted the whole trip back.

The next weekend, they got together for practice. Coach congratulated them for the win, then, of course, bawled them out for the mistakes that could have cost them then championship. The guys expected this from coach as he was tough but that's what made him good. Dale was surprised coach didn't say anything to him. He thought coach had not really noticed what had transpired between him and Steve during the match.

They all went through a grueling practice. When it was finally over the guys headed for the showers. Coach called Dale and informed him that he wasn't quite finished with him yet. He told Dale to put on a singlet, lock the doors after the guys had left and return to the gym, he was going to give Dale a private workout.

Dale got himself ready, locked the doors and somewhat grudgingly returned to the gym. He was tired and had hoped to get home but he knew he had to obey coach because this was a man to be respected. Coach was a tremendously muscled man, about Dale's size, maybe a little taller. He had taught the boys all he knew. The boys knew he loved them and they returned that love with their respect.

When Dale returned to the gym, he found that coach had changed also, he was wearing a similar red singlet. It fit him like a glove. His large dark nipples were erect and pointing out from a muscular chest. Coach reminded Dale of just exactly what had happened during his match with Steve. Steve had almost won by getting Dale excited and forgetting the match. He said that Dale was too uptight and had to learn to love the sport more and let himself go or else an erection would be his downfall. He said he would teach him to relax more and be less self-conscious. Dale was red-faced and wondered just how exactly coach was going to teach him this, but since he trusted the man, he decided to give it his best shot.

Coach told him to relax and let his body go with the feelings. He then approached Dale and put his arms around Dale's waist, catching him in a bearhug, not a really tight one but it brought their bodies tightly together. Dale struggled a bit but finally brought his arms around coach's waist and squeezed. His mind was reeling and his body was very much alive. He and coach were locked together, muscle against muscle, crotch to crotch.

He could feel his erect tits brush lightly against coach's. He then felt something stir at his crotch and very quickly his own hard cock was rubbing against another hardness. Both men had their hairy legs spread wide and coach thrust his crotch into Dale's. This movement was repeated and both men were soon thrusting at each other, grinding their enlarged pouches against each other. They were moaning out loud and Dale stared into coach's eyes. Coach's tongue came out and Dale's quickly came out to meet it.

Both men flickered their tongues together. Dale was going wild with the sheer sensuality of this. He wanted more. His hands grabbed coach's singlet straps and almost tore them off. He pushed until coach's singlet was lying at their feet. Coach ripped Dale's singlet right off him leaving both men with only their jockstraps. Their thrusting grew harder and each time their crotches met there was a slapping noise of skin and sweat.

With one deft movement, coach unbalanced Dale and both men fell to the mat. Dale was on his knees with coach above him grinding his crotch into Dale's ass. Coach reached for Dale's crotch and grabbed his pouch. Dale moaned out loud as his coach squeezed his cock and then started stroking it. The stroking continued until Dale came close to cumming. Dale struggled roughly and managed to get on top of his coach. He brought his crotch tightly into the coach's ass and he also grabbed the coach's cock and started stroking it.

Once again he wanted more and he reached into coach's jockstrap to grab the hard column of flesh. The cock was wet and slimy with precum. He pushed aside the pouch and released his coach's cock and balls. By the sound of coach's moans, he knew he was doing something right. His hand was stroking the wet rockhard cock. He could feel it throb in his hand and this made his own cock throb as it rubbed up against the coach's asscheeks, his jockstrap material wet with precum.

Dale had never felt so much ecstasy: the sensual movements of their bodies, their hard throbbing love tools, their mingling sweat, all were driving him wild with lust and desire. He knew he had to control these feelings for this was the coach's lesson: control. Although the blood was pumping wildly to his cock, he had to think of the rest of his body, control all his muscles.

He wrapped his legs around coach's, squeezing and trying to force the man to his side all the while stroking the cock in his hands and thrusting his pelvis against coach. He strained and pulled, finally he felt the coach's body give way and begin turning. Slowly, painstakingly, the bodies turned to the side, locked in strength and lust. Once the coach was on his side, Dale quickly turned and brought the other man on to his back and letting go of the coach's cock, he got on top, their bodies a bundle of straining muscle, sweat and cocks.

Dale's legs wrapped around the coach's and applied all his strength to finally pin his coach. Both men looked into each other's eyes, their breath came in gasps. Dale had learned and won. The coach smiled and his hands grabbed Dale's asscheeks as both men thrust their hard cocks together, one free, the other still wrapped in the jockstrap.

Coach reached between their bodies and pushed aside the pouch, freeing Dale's wet cock and balls. Dale now felt the coach's cock against his own and he thrust his dick against the other one. They slid easily together as their balls rolled together between their legs. Dale brought his mouth down on top of coach's and their tongues wrestled between their hot, wet mouths.

Their bodies thrust wildly now, their bodies slapping noisily together, their cocks becoming even harder. It did not take long, with loud moans coming from their united mouths, and with one final brutal thrust, their cocks erupted, spewing out an enormous load of hot jism which mixed and united their bodies. When they returned to earth they lay there kissing, caressing and rubbing their spent cocks.

Dale would always remember the lesson, and no matter how aroused he was, he would win many matches. He always thanked coach for that lesson, that day, and for the many more lessons afterwards.

written by gerard

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