Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 18:32:17 -0700 From: Brody Reegers Subject: Wrestler's Examination Part 2 This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. I would really appreciate feedback from any readers! It can be about writing mechanics or story content! Please email me at myniftystories@yahoo.com! Like these stories? Show your appreciation by making a donation to the Nifty archive. Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ----------------------------------------------------------------- I wanted to say thanks to the readers that have already emailed me! It means a lot, and I hope you guys enjoy reading even more! ----------------------------------------------------------------- Part 2 "Hey, Adam. How is your leg?" Dr. Clancy asked. He was holding a brown paper bag. "Good. Do you want to come in?" I asked him. "Sure, sure." He replied stepping into my house. He brushed past me a bit and I again felt that dominance that his height over me brought. He sat on the couch. "So, is that why you came over? To ask about my leg?" I asked him. "Yes. Well no. Kind of." He stammered. He seemed really nervous about something. "I came here so I could talk to you about something." I sat next to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but words didn't come out. He tried again. "I came here to talk about what happened yesterday." "Oh, did you want to follow up about my leg?" I interjected. "It feels a lot better than it did even last night. I took a long shower and slept it off." "That's not exactly why I came down. I wanted to talk about the exam yesterday. When I was examining the blow you took to the torso. I wanted to make sure you weren't upset about how thorough the examination was." "What do you mean?" I asked him. "You pulled down your singlet and I examined past where you felt comfortable enough to pull it down to." Memories of that afternoon flooded back. I relived his touch. I relived how I felt when he was with me. Something else started flooding to a certain part of my body. "I shouldn't have put you in that position and I am sorry if it made you uncomfortable." "I don't understand, I wasn't uncomfortable. It felt good when you were examining me. Actually it felt really good" I blurted out. He smiled slightly. "Really?" He eyes went from mine, to my chest, and back to mine. "Yeah." I was starting to get horned up, and started losing sensible thoughts. I put my hand on his meaty thigh. "I think I might need another examination actually." I started rubbing his leg. "I don't know if that's really necessary." He said as he was staring at me rubbing his thigh. He breathed heavily and cleared his throat. "I almost forgot. The other reason I came by was because you left this in my office." He handed me the brown paper bag that was in his hand. I looked inside and saw my jockstrap. "Thanks for bringing it by." I was a little upset he changed the subject as I was still mega horny. I really wanted to see how far I could push things. I decided I was going to play a little game with Coach. "Wait, I don't really know if this is mine." "What, of course it is. It's the only one that has ever been in my office. You left it there yesterday." "I don't think so. I don't want to take it if it isn't mine." I replied playfully. My eyes boring into his eyes. The tension between us was thick. "I should probably try it on." "Alright, well if it isn't yours then you can just give it to me at practice." He stood up to go. I stood up at the same time. Coach wasn't done here. I turned around and dropped my shorts. I couldn't see Coach, but I would imagine his jaw dropped open as he got a view of my bubble butt. I slipped into the jock slowly, one leg at a time. I slowly turned around and as innocently as possible asked if it looked like it fit. Coach was speechless. I could see him getting a boner through his pants. I stepped closer to him. He was still staring at my jock. I stood right in front of him and stared straight into his eyes. He stared right back. It felt like electricity was running through my body. I was lit up. I pushed him easily onto the couch and straddled him. My jock was barely containing my cock right now. I held onto his shoulders began moving my hips in his crotch, rubbing the area right behind my balls on his dick. He took one hand and was playing with my hair while the other hand was rubbing my back. He made a guttural groan every time I pulled back. "Adam, that feels amazing." Coach said between grunts. "Now you know how I felt yesterday." I replied giving him a wide grin. Through all the commotion my dick had slipped out of my jockstrap. I started unbuttoning his shirt and ripped it open. His chest had a light dusting of brown fur. I marveled at his large pecs, and my eyes followed the trail of hair all the way down to his underwear. At this point my dick was rubbing against the hair on his hard stomach. It felt amazing. "Mmm, Coach, your stomach is rock hard." "Thanks. Yours is coming along too. Can't wait to see it in a couple of months." He replied. I played with his short brown hair. I let it run through my fingers, feeling how soft it was. I wanted to touch him everywhere. Run my hands all over his body. I moved my hands to his side and felt each crease in his muscled body. The lines that delineated each one of his muscles. I ran my hands through his chest hair, and down the treasure trail to where my cock was. My precum had pooled a bit on his rock hard stomach. "Mmm. Adam. Mmm." Coach was stifling between each breath. "Adam, it feels so good. Go faster." I picked up the pace of my gyrating. "Ohh, just like that. Just like that." I wanted to become even more intimate with Coach. I wanted to be completely naked with him. I stood up, turned around so that my ass was in Coach's face, pulled off my jock, turned back around, and resumed massaging his cock with my taint. At some points I could feel the head of his cock rub against my tight hole. His underwear was practically soaked with precum. This was enough to send me over the edge. "Coach, I'm gonna cum. You're making me cum Coach." I moaned long and hard as my dick let out rope after rope of thick cum. Coach's cock head felt amazing on my hole as I was cumming. My legs felt weak and I breathed hard as the last bit of cum escaped my cock. "That felt so great." I said in between pants. I flopped off of Coach's lap and sat next to him. Coach had a tent the size of Mt. Rushmore from me rubbing my ass all over it. The front of his underwear was even more wet, from all the pre-cum accumulating during our grind session. My cum had pooled on his abs. I wanted to do more with him, but he grabbed a tissue from the coffee table, wiped himself up with it, and started buttoning his shirt back up. "Wh-where are you going?" I asked. "I can't fucking do this. I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation," he explained with his voice raised. "I'm a physician in the community, and you're a, a child!" "You weren't just treating me like a child. I'm 17 years old. I can make decisions on my own." I argued back. "No, you can't. You don't know what you're doing. I took advantage of you." He was done getting dressed by now. "I have to go. I don't know what I am going to do." He walked out the door, and drove away. I just sat on the couch. Naked, sweaty, and most of all, extremely vulnerable. No one was here for me. I sat there thinking about myself and Dr. Clancy, and how our relationship was going to be different. I picked myself up, slid on my shorts, and went back to bed. Sleep came easy. I woke up a couple of hours later, hungry. I made myself a quick lunch and tried to do some of the homework I had been given over the school week. I was so distracted by what had just happened it took me much longer to do the homework than it should have. It was approaching nightfall and I felt like I had accomplished nothing. I had dinner and watched a movie before I retired for the night. I woke up Sunday morning and got ready for church. I sing in the choir and had to go in early so we could rehearse. I wasn't too spiritual, but I liked to sing, and I liked the community of my church. Everyone was very welcoming and friendly. I had been singing in the choir since my freshman year, and the choir director was like a second mom to me. She has taught at my middle school and was my chorus director from 6th to 8th grade. I decided after church that I was going to go to the gym for a couple of hours. I stopped by home and changed into my gym clothes. I always wore compression short instead of underwear at the gym. I felt like they give me a bunch more support than a pair of my boxer briefs do. I looked in the mirror, and really liked how the shorts framed my ass. It also accentuated my package, and held them in place really tight. I shifted my round balls in the shorts, and ran my hand through my hair. I slipped on some shorts over the compression shorts, threw on a shirt and headed out the door.