Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 21:53:59 -0700 From: Brody Reegers Subject: Wrestler's Examination Part 3 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 3 I arrived at the gym ready to start my workout and decompress. Working out really helped me physically vent and relieve some of my troubles. I kind of equated it to masturbating. I walked in and started my stretches and went for a 15 minute jog. I liked jogging first, as it was the perfect amount of cardio to start my workout on the right foot. I walked downstairs into the weight room and immediately went to the freeweights. I liked the progress I was making on my arms, and wanted to see even more. After about 20 minutes I moved onto my legs. I was a little nervous about how I would do, because of my injury on Friday. Right as I sat down on the lift machine I noticed Dr. Clancy walk into the room. My stomach dropped and I got extremely nervous. I averted my gaze, but couldn't help peeking glances at him. He looked really nice wearing shorts and a muscle tee. It let me peek at his tight abdominal muscles and the light hair that covered his body. I liked how to the shorts he was wearing framed his butt. As he bent down, I got a nice view of his plump ass. I snapped out of my daze and focused on working out. It had been 15 minutes on the machine and was finishing up my last few reps when a shooting pain went through my leg. I grimaced and let the weights clink down on the safety. I turned on the seat and sat there for a second. I looked around and noticed that Dr. Clancy was looking at me, with a worried look on his face. Of course he notices me. His eyes follow me as I start walking toward the locker room. I sat down on the nearest bench and took in the pain in my leg. I knew I shouldn't have worked it so hard, so soon. "I don't want this to be a repeat of Friday, Adam." I knew whose voice it was immediately. Coach had obviously seen me walk into the locker room to sit down. "And I certainly don't want it to be a repeat of yesterday morning." He said matter-of-factly as he went on one knee to get a better look at my leg. "As I recall, you seemed to enjoy yourself yesterday. At least that's what the tent in your pants told me." I replied dryly. I looked right into his eyes and he looked into mine. His bright green eyes caused my stomach to flutter, but I tried my hardest to keep eye contact with him. "I wanted to apologize to you for yelling at you. I was..." He paused before he finished his sentence. "Scared. Scared of my feelings, scared of myself, and mostly scared of you." He said, still staring intently at me. "Scared of me? Why would you be scared of me?" I was shocked at his confession. "Because you represent everything I have been repressing for most of my life. You're so young, and so impressionable, I don't want to make an impact like this on your life." He said looking down again. "I think you're too late. I never really admitted it to myself before, but I think I am gay Coach. I like looking at boys instead of girls. I've never had a girlfriend, cause I have never really wanted one. I think that's why I like running on the track overlooking the basketball court. There are always so many guys." Coach looked back into my eyes. "I guess I felt like I should fit into this role that society set out for me. I have a successful career, and I should be married soon, with kids in a few years, living in a nice house with a dog running around in the backyard, but I know that's not what my life is. And you sorta helped me figure that out." Coach's face moved toward mine and I couldn't believe what was happening. His lips met mine and electricity shot through my body. I closed my eyes and put my arms around his neck. His tongue invaded my mouth and our two tongues met. He was in total control of the kiss and I loved it. I was running my hands through his hair, and his hands were rubbing my back underneath my shirt. The kiss evolved into us making out for a few seconds. Coach abruptly pulled away. I looked at him. "We might get caught in here." He said as he whisked my from the bench, carrying me over into one of the showers. He leaned me up against the shower and resumed kissing me. He pulled off my shirt and kissed my neck. I groaned a bit as his wet mouth slid up and down my neck. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it next to mine. I stole another look at his hard body. His chest hair ran into a deep V leading down abdomen and to his torso. I could see his trimmed pubes poking out from his shorts. "I'm going to take your shorts off," he whispered in my ear, "so go easy on your leg." He took both of his hands and stretched the elastic waistband so that my shorts would simply slide down my body. He chuckled when he saw my compression shorts. "What's so funny?" I asked him. "Nothing, it's just, I can't believe you wear compression shorts under your shorts when at the gym." He replied. "But why is it funny?" I asked him. "Why don't you slip off my shorts, and you'll find out." He answered with a grin on his face. I pulled his shorts down and realized why he was laughing. He was wearing compression shorts too. His package was framed neatly in them and I almost started drooling. "They're even the same brand." He laughed. I hadn't noticed, probably too distracted by his junk, that seemed to be growing. He again moved his face in closer to mine and kissed me again. Our chests were rubbing and I could feel his course hair rub against my smooth chest. His hard nipples rubbed against my upper pecs as he was taller than me. Coach turned on the water as our moaning was getting quite loud, and he must have been afraid of someone coming in. My dick was fully hard, and by the way his dick kept poking me in the torso, I could tell his was too. Our compression shorts were soaked in seconds. "I'm gonna try and take off your compression shorts. Is that okay?" He politely asked. "No, I want to take yours off. I also want to suck your dick." I boldly stated. "I don't know, with your leg hurting, it might not be a good idea for you to get on the ground." He argued. "I will be fine. Plus at out last rendezvous I got off and you didn't. It would only be fair." I said with a grin, again staring into those big green eyes of his. They softened and I took this as an invitation. I got on my knees I peeled his compression shorts off his large, muscled thighs and looked straight ahead at what was staring back. His dick had a good amount of precum dripping from the head, looking as if it was ready for me to taste. A million thoughts were flooding through my head. I had never done this before. What if he didn't like it? What if I choke (literally)? No teeth. What would I do with my hands? Boy does he smell good. No teeth. What is he thinking? No teeth. I looked up at him and saw him staring down at me with those magnificent emerald eyes, giving a slight grin and I felt reassured. Like I could do anything. He ran a hand through my hair. I grasped a butt cheek with each hand and started off by licking it. I immediately tasted the salty precum. I licked more of the head. I took his moan as a sign to continue. I licked up and down the shaft, looking up at him while doing it. He must have been enjoying it as he had a goofy smile on his face and his eyes were closed. I decided to try and put the whole head on my mouth. I rested the head on my tongue and enveloped my lips over it. Coach made an audible noise of pleasure once my lips were wrapped tightly around the tip of his cock. I put more of his cock into my mouth, slowly, until it hit the back of my mouth. It was just about past half way in. I had really underestimated the size of Coach's cock. I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft or a little while, during which Coach's moans became progressively louder. "Yeah, suck my dick. It feels so good Adam. Your mouth feels amazing." Coach stifled between loud moans. I began rubbing my hands on his butt cheeks, and wanted to take in more of his cock. I really opened my throat and tried to shove more of Coach's fat cock down my hole. I began gagging and my eyes started to water. "Hey, hey. That's enough. It feels really amazing, you don't have to do anymore." Coach explained to me. I continued putting in as much as I could before gagging. I went back to licking his head and shaft. I was feeling adventurous and lifted his ball sack and licked from his taint all the way to the base of his shaft. "Oh, oh, oh my God." Coach exclaimed while I was performing what I would later dub my secret move. "You like that? I kind of just went for it." I explained to him. "That felt fucking great." He told me. I put one of his balls in my mouth and rolled it over my tongue a few times. I almost got off at some of the sounds that Coach was making. I brought a hand down to my own cock, and freed it from its compression short prison. It sprang out and a rope of precum dribbled from the tip. Coach took his finger and starting at the base of my cock head scooped up a glob of the liquid and brought it to his mouth. He slowly stuck it in and vacuumed in the liquid. "Tastes great Adam." He said as he smiled a broad smile and stared at me with his emerald green eyes. The combination of him towering over me, and the piercing look he gave me sent me over the edge. I came and shot after shot of hot, thick cum covered Coach's feet. His smile grew even wider and a lust came into his eyes when he told me to put his dick back in my mouth. The commanding tone in his voice aroused me to no end, and I couldn't help but comply. I shoved his hard, leaking cock back into my mouth and started to work it. Coach's hips began moving at the same rhythm, and he was slowly face fucking me. Somehow his body knew just far enough to shove as much cock into my mouth without making me gag. I reached up and could barely reach his nipples. I started tweaking them and almost the second I started touching them, Coach's body started tensing up. "Adam. I'm going to cum. You're making me cum Adam." He cried as hot cum started filling my mouth. I didn't really enjoy the taste, but tried to swallow all of it as best as I could. Some did escape from the side of my mouth, but I was able to get most of it down. I suckled on the head of Coach's cock until I knew it was over. "Adam. That felt amazing. Are you sure it was your first time?" He said jokingly. "Oh, I am sure. It helps when you have someone do most of the work for you. You definitely started fucking my face at one point." I replied. He chuckled at my response. "What's so funny now?" I asked. "It's just you've got some. stuff on your face." He said while chuckling. I realized what he meant and went to go wipe it off with the back of my hand, but he quickly stopped me. "Here, let me get it." Coach then kissed my lips where the ejaculate had escaped my mouth. He then moved to kiss me fully, and again his tongue penetrated my lips. Our tongues battled once again, and his came out victorious. I was still leaning up against the wall, so I maneuvered Coach and I gingerly so that his back was against the wall, all while keeping our lips locked. The warm water started washing over my back and warmed my neglected backside. Coach looked at me and again, I melted. I rested my head on his broad chest, using it as a fuzzy cushion. I just laid there, taking everything in. The way his chest hair felt on my cheek, The warm water on my back, and Coach's warm skin on my front. Coach's now soft cock against my torso. But most of all I enjoyed his smell. I took in a few deep breaths through my nose and truly delighted in Coach's musky scent. Coach kissed my head, my wet blond hair wetting his dry lips. I never wanted this moment to end. "I think we should go before people get suspicious." Coach said, smiling. He grasped my butt cheek and gave it a quick squeeze. I sighed, though an agreeable one. Coach decided that I should get out first, so that people didn't see us walking out together, and so that I would also have more time to get myself ready because of my leg. "You should also take the time to clean to clean off all of our cum." I offered comically. "Honestly, you're right." He replied. "Let's meet in the parking lot in about 15 okay" I agreed and left the shower. I was completely naked and honestly didn't care who saw me. I couldn't be on more of a high. I guess this is why people do drugs. I put on my clothes and went for the door. As I was leaving I noticed Coach walking out of the shower, also naked. I walked out the door and waited for him by my car. Coach must have hurried out of the gym, as his hair was still wet. He obviously didn't feel like wasting time with drying it. "Couldn't wait to see me?" I questioned while throwing a smirk at him. He figured I was talking about his hair as he just shook his head, making some of the water fly onto me. "There will be more where that came from." He said. "I'd rather have it come from somewhere else." I pushed my luck as I took a step toward him. Coach breathed heavily. "Not here, okay? I've got to go, but I want you to know that I really enjoyed today. I mean, obviously, you know that, I just wanted to make sure that you were on the same." I looked around for any people and before he could say anymore I pecked him lightly on the lips. "I get it. Don't worry. I will see you at practice tomorrow." I smiled. "See you tomorrow." I watched him walk away. My coach. The first man I had ever kissed.