Date: Sun, 14 May 2023 19:47:55 +0000 From: Smiling_Ed Subject: Hard Loss Wrestling gay/high school; gay/adult youth; gay/athletics Please donate if you can. This is a great resource for us. Email me if you have any constructive comments. Hard Loss Wrestling Doug wrestled his second match of the season, and lost bad. This skinny kid, wrestling above his weight class basically mopped the floor with him after the first period. "Doug, what happened to you today? When I saw how skinny the guy was, I thought you had him for sure." "Fuck Coach, the little shit owned me after the first period. I thought I would pin him with the fireman's carry in the first but he got out of it." "When he got the cradle on you in the third period, I was amazed at the strength of his arms. Then he totally had the leg riding working on you. It looked like he threw it on so fast that he injured your leg. How is the leg feeling?" "Coach, I think I pulled my hammy when he threw the leg riding on. I thought I felt something pull right then and it was hard to focus on beating him when my leg hurt so bad. I hate that little shit, he was so skinny, fast and strong. We need to turn up the heat on my training, I'm sure I'm gonna see him at the county tournament or the state if the district boundaries work out that way." "Doug let's get you healed up first, then we can work on beating him or any other opponent you have coming up! Head on over to the training room, I need to lock up the locker room so I don't have to worry about anyone else on the team." Doug walks slowly, limping to the training room. He walks in and sits down, trying to feel the muscle, but can't get his hand on it properly. The room feels a little warm, so he pulls his singlet down to his waist, showing his muscled chest with a little hair in between his pecs, his flat abs (like most wrestlers) and his nipples perked up (either because he hasn't gotten laid in a while, or his general state of fitness). Doug's thoughts go to his injury and after that, like most high school athletes, his thoughts go to his sex life (or lack thereof). His girlfriend is all lovey-dovey up to about 2nd base and then she says no. Doug had trimmed his pubes very carefully to make things more enticing but she still just shuts him down. He hadn't jerked off for a few days before this match with the hopes that it would make him wrestle harder (that was almost true in one meaning but not the way he was hoping for). Thinking about his girlfriend has his manhood start to lengthen so he tries to focus his thoughts to wrestling again and calm down before his coach shows up. He is beginning to make some progress when he hears the door open. "Hey Doug, sorry to keep you waiting. I don't dare leave the locker room unlocked on the weekend. Any equipment left unsecured would walk out the door." "No problem, Coach. is it just you and I left?" "Yeah, we are the only ones left in the school. So, lets focus on your hamstring first and then we can talk about training after we get that working in the right direction." "Sounds like a plan, Coach. I appreciate anything you can do as well as everything you've done before" "You're welcome. So, you said it was your hammy?" "Yeah Coach, should I lay down on the table or sit here, or stand in front of you?" "Just stand in front of my office chair here." Doug stands up and moves over to stand in front of his coach in the office chair. Coach disinfects his hands and then rubs them together to warm them up. He reaches up and starts to feel his athlete's leg. "Doug, is in towards the center of your body or more to the outside? "It's more to the center, nearer the crotch." Coach adjusts his hands but his fingers keep stumbling along the singlet seam. "Doug, you need to lose the singlet and the jock. I can't feel a thing with them in the way. Is that a problem?" "No Coach, it's nothing you haven't seen before and there is no one else around to walk in on us, anyway." Doug replies as he pulls his singlet down and then his jock. He's learned to take them off separately so he doesn't have to untangle them when doing his laundry. He's standing in front of his coach in his office chair, his cock hanging down, wondering if his coach will notice his trimmed pubes. He realizes that his junk is just below eye level for his coach. It's probably hard to miss. "Wow, all trimmed up. Did it do any good?" Coach asked. "I wish, my girlfriend won't do much more than barely touch it. I leave our dates so hard afterwards." "Wow, not getting any satisfaction from her and then this twink opponent kicks your ass. That has to be extremely frustrating, Doug." Coach replies as he warms up his hands again. He reaches up in-between Doug's legs probing around the hamstring and groin muscles, the back of his hand rubs across Doug's testicles. "It really is, Coach. I feel like I need to fuck someone up or maybe just fuck someone, or both, LOL." "Hand me that towel. This chair has me too far away to work on the back of your legs. I need to pull you toward me so I can feel the muscles individually." Doug hands his coach a towel and Coach folds it, lays it down on the floor and kneels in front of his wrestler. Coach kneeling in front of him makes Doug think about a fantasy he has had about a couple of wrestlers, where they kneel in front of him to serve him. Coach's hand in between his legs, rubbing against his sac combined with his position he can't help but begin to lengthen. "Sorry, Coach, uh my dick has a mind of its own. The combination of your hands on my legs, the lack of help from my girlfriend and the loss to the twink today (damn, he was so fast and strong), I really feel the need to dominate someone." "No worry, we can stop anytime, if you want. But I think we are making good progress today, I can feel your hamstring loosening up, even if it is a little embarrassing. You aren't the first athlete to get a little stiff from a hammy treatment before." Doug closes his eyes and bites his lip. "It's cool Coach. I'm glad you don't mind treating me when I have a hardon. Your hands feel really good." Doug lets a very quiet moan escape as Coach continues to massage the hamstring. The pleasure of the hamstring relaxing and Coach's hands rubbing his balls as well as the fantasy of someone kneeling in front of him, continues to rush blood into Doug's manhood. His cock is not just stiff, it's very hard. "Doug, it feels like that hammy is feeling better, how is the other side feeling?" "It's just a little tight, would you mind working on it, since you're down there already? I'm really sorry about how hard I am. I've gotten hard in practice before but this is a new level." "I don't mind at all Doug, I mean, I'm already kneeling in front of you." The comment from his wrestling coach reminded Doug, again, of his fantasy of having a wrestler kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock, letting his face be fucked. Coach's hands skillfully probed his hammy and rubbed across his very tightened testicles. "I'm glad you can be an adult about this. You're pretty big, Doug. Your frustration level with your girlfriend, and the loss must really be pushing your buttons. Wow, Doug, is that pre-cum? Do you need me to stop?" "Fuck Coach, I'm sorry. I need to nutt so bad." Doug looks down and sees his coach yawning wide and then licking his lips. "I can understand that. You probably need that tool worshipped by someone you trust just to get back to an even keel. Wow, you are so hard; I can see your cock pulsing up and down." "I'm surprised you noticed. Uh, you like looking at my cock, Coach?" "I've uh never seen anyone that hard ever. It's so big." Coach replies while brushing his hands through Doug's leg and crotch hair, turning Doug on even more. "So, it seems like the tension is now settled in your testicles. Do you want me to fondle, I mean uh, massage those too?" "Yeah Coach, I think that would be a great idea. If you don't mind, go ahead and massage my balls. You can touch anything you need or want to." Without thinking about it, Coach starts fondling his balls. Having someone he looked up to in this subordinate position really turned Doug on. His need to dominate someone in some manner had risen with his manhood. "You know, Coach, I've never been this hard before. I mean, go ahead and feel how hard I am, is that normal?" Coach reaches up and holds his cock, then strokes it. "I've had this fantasy for a couple of years, of a wrestler, kneeling in front of me, sucking my cock. It would be a dream come true." Doug rocks forward and lets his manhood brush against his coach's lips, smearing his precum across his coach's lips. He watches his coach lick his lips and that removes any hesitation he had. His coach licking his precum is proof positive in his mind. So, he positions his cock against his coach's lips again and slowly pushes his manhood inside his coach's mouth. A large moan escapes from both men. This is the first time Doug has gotten head from anyone, the feeling of being swallowed for the first time is overwhelming. He grabs his coach's head and slowly fucks his mouth. In and out, his hands establish a rhythm with the willing mouth. He feels that holding his coach's mouth still as he fucks it is more dominate. He hits the back of his cocksucker's mouth over and over, still slowly fucking him orally. Coach gags when he pushes in too hard, and tears run down his face when he gags in submission to his stud. Seeing his cock fill his coach's mouth is really satisfying. He can see his coach's lips barely covering his manhood, maybe that's why his girlfriend won't suck it. But now, he can have his coach serving him on a regular basis. Listening to the moans from his coach convinces Doug that his vulgar needs will be satisfied anytime he wants. With that thought of sexual triumph, Doug starts to pick up the pace and fuck this mouth faster. In the middle of all of this pleasure, he isn't sure about where to cum. He thinks it might be rude to cum in his coach's mouth but he is too close to cuming. He begins to pull out, but the first stream hits the back of his coach's mouth. Holding on to one shoulder, Doug separates from his coach, but can't control the rest of his orgasm. He paints his coach's face with the rest of his load, 3 more streams. His coach jerks back in surprise with the cum hitting his face. Doug completes his dominance by wiping his cock off on his face and pushing it back in. His cock sucker drains his tool with his lips and Doug almost loses his balance at the pleasure he has had. "Fuck Coach, I never thought my first-time getting head would be from a guy, much less my wrestling coach. But it was awesome and it felt right, like you belonged there, sucking my cock." "I, uh, felt that too, uh like I belonged there. Did you like that?" Coach responded haltingly. Laughing, Doug replied, "I don't want to date you but fuck yeah, that was good! You can suck all you want; I will make more. In fact, I think you should be sucking me on a regular basis. I know we both want it. Nothing has ever looked better than my cock in your mouth, your lips stretched around my base and your nose in my pubes, then the sight of you swallowing my load." "I don't know, Doug. This was a lot of fun, but I don't think we can continue it." Coach replied. "Coach, stop right there. You know you want it; I know you want it, even now your bulge is showing. And no one else is gonna know about it. You've already sucked my cock, extremely well and swallowed my load. How much more trouble can you get in? Don't worry, I'm gonna be really discreet about it. I don't wanna fuck this up. We can hook up at your place and you get to have a regular meal of my babymakers. I'm gonna be there and you are gonna take care of me." "I guess I don't have a choice." Coach said resigned. "Coach, don't say it like that. Think of it as a wonderful opportunity to suck your star wrestler's cock. Your moans as you sucked me told me how much you enjoyed it. Going forward we can hook up after every meet at your place or more often if I have too heavy a load." Doug stated, while stroking his softening cock and hefting his teenage balls. "It's gonna be a great season," he said with a big smile. His coach smiled tentatively back at him and gave a small nod at the idea.