Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2014 22:32:47 -0400
From: N Y <ny10233@gmail.com>
Subject: Afternoon with the Wrestling Team

Ben looked at me and asked, "Are you sure you're up for this?"  I was
sitting on the ratty couch in his office adjacent to the men's wrestling
locker room.  My mind drifted to the dozen or so times that he had fucked
me on that couch.  "Chris?  Hello?"

I snapped out of it.  "Yes.  You know I am.  I just don't know if your guys
are okay with it."

"Oh, don't worry about them."

Ben was wearing his dark work suit.  He was the coach of the local state
university's college wrestling team and a former national champion here
when he was an undergraduate.  Now he was 32 and had already worked his way
up to leading one of the better programs in the country.  He wrestled 163
pounds in college but now weighed about 180, with a brown buzz cut and a
sexy layer of what seemed like permanent stubble.  Underneath his suit he
kept a tight body with pecs and abs covered by short brown hair, thick
hairy legs and one of the meatiest asses I had ever seen.  His fat pole was
8 inches long and he knew how to use it.

"Okay, I'm going to head out.  The first guy will be here in about a half
an hour.  Seven of them said they were interested.  Hope you're ready."  He
winked at me and left the office.  So if this panned out, I was about to
get eight loads - seven from the players and then probably one from Ben
once they were all done.  Holy shit...

I had met Ben at a bar a few months back and we hit it off right away.  I
also went to college here and was only two years younger, so we got to
talking about our mutual friends, what life was like back then, and so on.
Both of us were kind of half in, half out of the closet but we both picked
each other out pretty easily as gay.  We tossed a few too many back that
night and I ended up inviting him back to my place.  We sloppily made out
for a while before passing out in a heap in my bed.

I thought that was probably going to be the end of it, but when I woke up I
felt his hard cock pressing against my ass and before I knew it he was
fucking me senseless.  We didn't have much in common other than our alma
mater, but we got along well and were a great match in the bedroom.  He was
all top and I was all bottom, and at this point in our lives both of us
were just looking for another good looking guy to hang out with a couple
times a week and get our rocks off.  We were living in a pretty small town
and were lucky to find any gay guys around our age, let alone hot ones.  We
actually got mistaken for brothers a couple times, though obviously I would
be the scrawnier younger brother in that pair.

Ben had left the room at 3:00 pm.  I was waiting like it was the last
period of school for the minute hand to make its way down to 3:30.  My dick
stayed hard the whole time.  I hadn't jerked off in a week in preparation
for this and I was epically horny.

At 3:28 I heard the door creak open.  Rich, the 126-pound sophomore, walked
in.  I had met Rich before, along with the rest of the team, when I
attended meets Ben was coaching, after which they became staples in my
jackoff fantasies.  None of us knew that those fantasies would become true
and I would end up being their bitch for an afternoon.  Rich had a blond
buzz cut and was still wearing his singlet.  Sweat trickled down his
forehead and beaded on his smooth chest.  He was only 5'4" but pretty
jacked for his age and size, with biceps about twice the size of his
forearms and a nice set of pecs.  His body was pretty pale and his forearms
and calves had a very thin layer of blond hair.  His package bulged
prominently through the light blue uniform.

"Hey man," he said, smiling.  "Hey," I replied.  He closed the door and
stood relaxedly in front of it with his hands on his hips.  I was sitting
on the edge of the couch in my t-shirt and jeans and looked up at him
awkwardly, waiting for him to make the first move.

"So..." he said.  "What do we do now?"

"What did Ben tell you?"  I still didn't know exactly how he had
orchestrated this.

"He said you were going to suck us off if we wanted.  And that you liked
getting fucked, too.  Is that true?"

I swallowed a bit.  "Yeah."

"I think I just want a blow job.  Is that cool?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then.  He also said you didn't care if we showered or not."

"Either way's fine."

"Okay, let's get to it then."  He stripped off the singlet in about one
second and started heading over to the couch where I was sitting.  His dick
swayed back and forth as he walked over to me.  I couldn't believe this was
happening - I had dreamed about this kind of thing ever since I had gone to
my first wrestling meet in high school.

I got up off the couch and got on my knees in front of him.  His dick stuck
out expectantly right at my face, about six inches and pretty fat.  He had
trimmed blond pubes and his balls were either shaved or hairless.  He
actually didn't smell that bad - the match must have finished quickly.
This was going to be a nice way to ease into the day.

He gasped when I inhaled his cock in one fell swoop and pressed my nose
against his sweaty pubes.  He was probably used to horrible sorority girl
head but he was in for a whole different kind of experience.  I started
slowly moving my mouth back and forth over his pole and he put his hands on
the back of my head.  I smiled (or would have smiled if his cock hadn't
have been in my mouth) as he groaned and moaned.  I was giving him my
normal blow job but it was clear from how his body was twitching that he
was going absolutely crazy.  At this rate he was going to last about 45
seconds, but instead of slowing down I sped up.  I knew I had a lot more
loads to go today.  It wasn't long before he pressed my head against his
crotch, started saying a bunch of gibberish and blew his load.  It came out
like a gusher and tasted sweet and thick.  I felt his body shiver as I
gulped it down.

Once he came down from the orgasm high he backed away from me panting like
a dog.  "Fuck dude.  How did you do that?"

"I dunno, practice I guess."  I admired his tight body and half-hard, wet
cock.

He smiled at me, probably noticing that I was still checking him out even
after swallowing his cum.  I must have had the horniest look on my face.
"Well that was fucking awesome.  I'm going to get cleaned up.  Have a good
rest of the afternoon, if you know what I mean."

I admired his pale ass as he bent over to pick up his sweaty singlet and
walked out of the room.  Load #1 was in the books.

I flopped back on the couch in a horny haze.  I would normally be happy and
content after getting to blow someone as hot as Rich but this was a totally
different situation.  It almost felt like I was waiting for the second
(third, fourth, fifth?) round of a job interview.

The next up on the weight chart was Michael (133 pounds).  While the
126-pounder Rich was short and stacked, his sophomore classmate Michael was
more slender, only 7 pounds heavier than Rich even though he was four or
five inches taller.  He had brown hair that was shaved closely on the sides
and longer on the top.  He was tan and mostly hairless except for his
armpits and he had one of those little goatees that young-looking college
guys use to try to seem older.  The sorority sluts in attendance at the
meets visibly fawned over him when he flashed his perfect-10 smile after
winning a match.  Meanwhile I was wondering if he shaved his pubes or not -
my dick twitched when I realized it wouldn't be long before I found out.
While waiting I kind of regretted sucking off Rich so quickly but knew that
I would be getting more than enough dick today.

When Michael came into his coach's office around 4:00, he was holding a
towel around his waist, freshly showered.  I again sat up straight on the
edge of the couch.

"Hey man," he said.

"Hey," I replied.

He dropped the towel and up popped his hard cock.  "Come and get it."

I didn't say anything, just walked over and again dropped to my knees.
Like his body in general, his dick was longer than his teammate's at six
and a half or seven inches and also a bit skinnier.  Like I was hoping, he
had a bigger bush than you would have expected given the lack of hair on
the rest of his body.

I looked up at him and he flashed that winning smile.  I started off by
licking his nuts, which were mostly smooth and hung low.  He groaned
loudly.  "Fuck dude, that feels good."  This would be a theme, as he moaned
and groaned during my entire blow job.  Like Rich, he had probably never
been taken care of like this before.

I decided to take it a little slower this time.  I let his cock head hit
the back of my throat and shoved my nose into his bush - he smelled fresh
and clean after his shower.  After sucking him off slowly for a bit I
licked his nuts again and tried to get a good look at his body.  He was
about my height, 5'9", though definitely more slender than me.  He had one
of those tight, lean bodies that would turn jacked by the time he
graduated.  He looked down at me appreciatively while I sucked him off.
Aside from his moaning he was otherwise quiet.

Despite my slower pace, it wasn't too long before I felt his dick grow a
bit and heard his breathing pick up.  While he had let me do my own thing
so far, now that he was close he put both his hands on the back of my head
and started fucking my face pretty hard.  I was surprised when he pulled
out and said, "Open your mouth" - I guess he wanted to see me swallow his
load.  I complied and stuck my tongue out, watching him as he beat himself
off - he looked buffer from this viewpoint.  When he came he groaned so
loud that anyone in the locker room could easily have heard what was going
on in here.  His splooge came out in big, wet spurts; his aim was pretty
good and most of it got into my mouth.  He smiled as he watched me lick the
rest off my lips and swallow it up.

"Thanks man.  Hope we get to do this again some time."

"No problem."

He started walking away but about halfway toward the door he turned around
and grabbed his dick.  "I bet you want to suck the rest of the cum out of
this, don't you?"  I nodded.  "Okay, come and get it."

I shuffled over on my knees and put his softening pole in my mouth,
swallowing the last bit of cum and getting to feel it in my mouth one more
time.

"Damn man," he said as he pulled out.  "You really love cock.  Well have
fun with the rest of the guys."

I was still on my knees as I watched him pick up his towel and leave.  I
made sure there was no cum left on my face and got back on the couch.  My
boner was raging but I was still fully clothed.  Load #2 was in my stomach.

I had a bit of a wait for the third guy, which meant that the 141-pounder
had probably begged out.  That meant Carl, the 149-pounder, was next.  Carl
was a loud redhead who loved to talk smack before, during and after
matches.  He was the kind of guy who would walk around the locker room butt
naked, scratching his balls with his leg up on a bench while he shot the
shit with his teammates.  I had admired his ass at the meets Ben had
dragged me to but I had a feeling that it was my ass that was going to get
wrecked today.

True to form, he barged in the room totally naked and still sweaty.  His
half hard dick flopped around as he turned around to close the door.

"So there you are.  I wasn't sure if Coach was joking or not."

I didn't say anything.

"Do you want to suck, get fucked or both?"

"Whatever you want."

"Have you been fucked yet?"

"No, not yet."

"Nice.  Get up and let me see your ass."

I got up and turned around.

"No, asshole, I want to see your ass, not your jeans."

He stared at me intently while I unzipped and pulled my jeans and boxers
down below my crotch.

"Bend over."

This was a little embarrassing but what the hell, he was going to see it
anyway.  I bent over, showing him my hole.

"Fuck yeah, that looks like a tight hole.  I hope I don't loosen you up too
much for the other guys!"  He laughed.  "Get over here and start sucking me
off."

I shoved my hard dick back in my pants and somewhat pointlessly buttoned
them up before walking over to him.  Again I dropped to my knees and took a
look at the hot college wrestler I was about to get up close and personal
with.  He was about 5'8" and built thick, with meaty thighs, biceps, pecs
and delts.  He was actually shorter than me but could have flipped me over
in about half a second.  He had medium length red hair that was pulled back
behind his ears and creamy white skin.  His nipples were big, pink and hard
and he had patches of red hair under his arms.  His bright red pubes were
shaved close, which made his thick seven inch cock look even bigger.  I
wasn't hiding my ogling.

"Like what you see, huh?"

I didn't say anything, just grabbed his pole and started going to town on
it.  Both of his hands immediately went on my head and started guiding my
mouth back and forth over his cock.

"Holy fuuuuuuck, dude.  Who taught you how to do this?"

I leaned back just long enough to respond, for the second time that
afternoon, "I dunno, just practice," before getting his cock back in my
mouth.

"Shit man, I have never gotten a blowjob like this before.  Ben was right,
you are a fucking good cocksucker."

I pulled off and looked up at him.  All I could say to that was a quick
"thanks" and he smirked at me.  That was a good moment to take a break from
his cock and move down to his balls.  I tried to get his whole sack in my
mouth but eventually gave up and did it one ball at a time.  He leaned his
head back and groaned.  "Damn man, that feels good.  Lick those nuts."  He
tasted pretty musky but I lapped it up.  After a minute or two I went to
start sucking him off again but he backed off and pointed to the couch.
"That's enough, I want some of that ass.  Get naked and get on the couch."

I stood up and started to undress.  I was usually pretty confident in my
body and cock in the locker room or with guys I was hooking up with, but I
paled in comparison to these wrestlers.  Carl watched me intently as I
stripped, first taking off my t-shirt, then my shoes, socks, jeans, and
finally my boxers.  If there was any doubt I was getting off on this, my
rock hard six-inch dick slapped against my lower belly as I took my
underwear off.  He smirked again.  I went over and sat down on the couch.

"No, get on your hands and knees."

I complied, positioning myself on the couch where his coach had fucked me
many times.

"Stick your ass out a bit more."

I blushed a bit but did as he said.

"Nice.  I would not have thought you would be the kind of guy to want to
get fucked like this."

I couldn't believe this nineteen-year-old was talking to me like this.  He
must have noticed me getting annoyed because he smiled and said "Loosen up,
man.  Well, you're going to be loose, but I'm just joking around."

"It's okay dude."

He sauntered over with his hard, wet cock waving around in front of him and
positioned himself on the couch behind me.  My hole puckered in
anticipation.  He grabbed hold of my hips, put the head of his cock on my
hole and asked "Are you ready?"  I barely had a chance to say yes before he
shoved it in and started going to town.

I was lubed up but it was still a shock to the system.  He fucked like a
teenager, fast and furious and only caring about his own dick.  I did my
best to take it like a man and before long was starting to get into it.  He
noticed my moaning and started his smack talk again.

"You like my dick?  You like getting fucked?"

Almost involuntarily I started backing my ass up into his fucking.

"I guess that's a yes.  Shit dude, you take it like a champ."

He grabbed my shoulders and slowed down a bit, using longer thrusts.  I
grunted every time he hit bottom.  Then he lightly grabbed my hair, which
made me arch my back, and he started hitting my prostate every time.  I
could hear myself groaning louder and felt my dick starting to leak precum.

"Fuck dude, I'm going to cum soon.  Where do you want it?"

I managed to spit out a couple words.  "Wherever you want it."

"Come on, tell me, where do you want my load?"

I guess he wanted to hear me say it.  "In my ass."

"That's what I thought.  I guess you have already swallowed a couple."

He let go of my hair, slapped my ass a couple times, and then grabbed my
hips for leverage as he gave a last few pumps.  I felt his dick expand as
he dumped his load in me.  He moaned softly as his orgasm washed over him -
the only soft thing he did the entire time.

When he was done he pulled his cock out of my ass with a "pop".  It was a
quick fuck but a damn good one.  My head was spinning and my ass was a bit
sore, though not in a bad way.

I snapped out of it when he started in with the shit talking again.  "Man,
that was a good fuck.  I would definitely not have thought you're kind of
guy who wants to get gang banged by the wrestling team but you are going to
do a great job."

At this point I was inured to his chatter, or at least he had fucked the
annoyance out of me, so I responded with my own smirk.  I admired his body
one last time as he wiped off his body with my t-shirt, which I had thrown
on the ground while undressing.

He tossed it to me.  "Here, wipe yourself off."  The shirt was now a bit
damp in my hand with his sweat and cum.

I didn't get a chance to say anything else.  He said a quick, "Okay, later
dude," walked out and left me alone, naked and loaded up on the couch.
Load #3 was in the books.

I wasn't sure what to do now.  I had a feeling most of the bigger guys
would want to fuck me so it didn't make any sense to get dressed again, but
I didn't want to sit around butt naked.  I took a whiff of my t-shirt with
his juices on it, then grabbed an old towel from the hamper in the corner
and wiped the cum from my hole as best I could.  I put my boxers back on
and waited on the couch.  My t-shirt was wet so I couldn't wear that.  This
was probably the sluttiest I ever felt, waiting shirtless in my underwear
in a locker room for four or five more guys I had never officially met to
dump their loads into me.

It was another long wait - in fact, extra long, probably the length of two
matches.  Finally I heard the door creak open.  In walked both Matt and
Thomas, the 157 and 165 pound juniors, with their singlets half on and
shoulder straps down around their waists so their upper bodies were
uncovered.  Thomas was a bit taller, but otherwise they looked like twins
next to each other - both had medium length sweaty brown hair, pale skin,
hairy pits, a bit of hair on their chests and dark treasure trails
disappearing into their crotches.  Their packages bulged out through the
light blue spandex.

I stood up as they came in.  "Hey man," Matt said.  "How's it going?"  He
smiled when he saw my hard cock tenting the fabric of my boxers.

"I'm good."  I felt stupid even as I was saying it, but I asked, "Did you
guys win?"

"Yeah.  So are you good with having us both in here?"

"Yeah, it's cool."  That was an understatement, it was exactly what I
wanted.

"Good."

They smiled at each other and seemed to communicate a silent "Let's do
this" as they stripped off their singlets.  My mouth watered when their
dicks flopped out.  They walked over in tandem and sat down on the couch on
either side of me.

Thomas grabbed his cock and looked at me.  "Okay man," he said, "you ready
to get to work?"

I didn't say anything, just turned around and positioned myself between
Thomas's legs.  I stuck my nose under his suck and took a good whiff of his
post-match musk.

"Fuck yeah.  Lick my balls."

I did just that for a while, tasting his sweat and taking his big balls in
my mouth.  His sack hung low and, like Michael's, was mostly smooth save
for a few thin brown hairs.  Then I licked up his shaft and took a look at
his pole.  His was the thickest one yet and looked to be about seven
inches, with a couple big veins running up the side.  I stared at him as I
took his cock into my mouth and he smiled appreciatively.  He tousled my
hair a bit with a big right hand and then pressed my head further down on
his dick.  "Fuck yeah, cocksucker.  Eat my meat."

It was a bit of a struggle but I managed to get it all into my throat.
Once I hit bottom he put his other hand on the back of my head and started
to slowly fuck my face.  I did my best to breathe and enjoy the sights,
smells and sounds of blowing this wrestling stud.  Sweat glistened on his
abs and forehead and under his pits.

All of a sudden I felt him pull out.  "Whoa there buddy, you're going to
make me cum.  Why don't you start on Matt over there, I bet he's feeling
neglected."

I sheepishly but excitedly crawled over to Matt.  He had been jerking off
watching his buddy get blown.  His dick was just as thick and a touch
longer than Thomas's.  His legs were hairier and unlike his teammate he had
a big full bush and hairy balls.  I repeated the process, licking his balls
first before starting on his dick.  He didn't say anything, just watched me
intently while I sucked him off.  He held his hands behind his head and
looked at me with a combination of admiration and disdain.  His chest and
pits were less sweaty than his teammate but he was muskier - his match
ended first so he had sat around for a while waiting.  It actually turned
me on even more.  He looked happy and relaxed as I serviced him.

After a couple minutes Thomas asked, "Have you been fucked yet?"  I started
to move off of Matt's dick but he continued, "Don't say anything, keep
sucking."  I did as I was told and got back on his pole.  I felt his cock
head hit the back of my throat and Matt left out a soft moan.  "That's
right, deep throat him," Thomas said.  "Matt, you like that shit?"  I
watched out of the corner of my eye as Matt smiled and gave his buddy a
high five and they both let out a laugh.

Thomas got up off the couch and came behind me.  "Well, there's only one
way to find out if someone else got to him."  I felt him pull my boxers
down, exposing my fucked, cummy hole.  He laughed.  "Sure looks like it."
He let go of the waistband and it snapped back onto my lower back.

"How many guys?  Just Carl?"

With my mouth still full of Matt's cock I nodded.

"Bro," he said to Matt, "how about we get him on the table and tap some of
that ass?"

"Sounds good," he said.

I reluctantly backed off of Matt and took a final look at his sweaty
crotch, chest and pits as he sat on the couch.

"Come on buddy," Thomas said.  "Stop staring at Matt's dick and get naked
and get on the table.  Trust me, you're going to get more than enough of
that thing."  I snapped out of my horny haze and stripped off my boxers.
My dick, as it had been since 3:00, was sticking straight up in the air.

I walked over to the exercise table and got on my back with my legs up.
Thomas gave my ass a couple firm slaps, grabbed my thighs to get better
access to my hole and shoved his cock in with no warning.  I groaned after
the rude entrance but it didn't hurt too bad as I had already been opened
up by Carl.  It only took a few thrusts before the pain turned into
pleasure.  He had a businesslike attitude to his fucking, looking seriously
at me while he pistoned in and out.  Matt walked over beside my head and
also with no fanfare shoved his dick in my mouth.  I was officially being
spit roasted by the wrestling team.

I did my best to enjoy the double fucking I was getting.  Thomas had a
steely look as he screwed me.  I could see sweat bead on his patch of chest
hair and treasure trail through the gap in my legs.  His shoulders felt
slippery underneath my calves.  Matt was holding the back of my head with
his left hand and slowly working his pole in and out of my mouth, getting a
bit deeper with each back and forth.  I was pretty much immobilized.

I was expecting them to interact more with each other but they were mostly
going about their own business.  After a few minutes Matt pulled out from
my mouth.  "Okay buddy, my turn."  I felt empty as Thomas followed suit.
Thomas reached down to wipe his dick off with my t-shirt and they switched
places.  Both again unceremoniously shoved their dicks in my holes.  I did
my best to suck off Thomas while enjoying the fucking Matt was giving me.
He had pressed my legs all the way to the table, getting me totally spread
eagle, and was really railing me.  I could see his hairy chest and defined
abs in my peripheral vision while Thomas used my mouth.

Neither of them had said much at all, but I could feel them getting ready
to blow.  Matt said to his buddy, "You close?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I want you to cum on his face."  I guess he wanted me to look extra
slutty before dumping the second load of the day in my ass.

"Sounds good man."  Thomas pulled his dick out of my mouth and started
beating his meat.  I was so far beyond embarrassment at this point that I
just stared at him with my mouth open, waiting for his load.  His bicep
looked huge and his dick looked like it was about to explode.

He grabbed my hair with his free hand and positioned my open mouth under
the head of his cock.  "Okay man, here it comes."  He shivered, groaned,
and then the cum started gushing out onto my cheeks, on my lips, and
finally a bit on my tongue.  I wasn't sure whether it was intentional but
he dumped way more on my face than in my mouth.  His splooge was thin,
watery and sweet.  I stuck my tongue out and tried to lick as much as I
could off his head.  Seeing that apparently sent Matt over the edge because
I felt him jam deeply into my ass and start dumping his own load into me.
His body tensed up as he came, also making his muscles look even bigger -
both these guys looked like they had just been through a workout.  He
panted loudly as he recovered and then winked at me after his dick flopped
out of my ass.

"Nice job, Tom," Matt said to his teammate.  "You too, buddy," he said to
me.  He scooped up some of the cum on my face with his finger and stuck it
in my mouth, smirking as I eagerly licked it up.  "Maybe we'll get to see
you again."  Thomas grabbed my t-shirt again and wiped off his cock and
tossed it to Matt to do the same.

"Let's go get showered up," Thomas said.  He slapped my ass one more time.
"Later dude."  They picked up their sweaty singlets off the floor and made
their way to the door.

Just as Matt and Thomas were about to leave the door opened and Peter, the
184-pounder, walked in.  I was lying on the exercise table with cum all
over my face and dripping out of my ass, while his teammates who were
responsible for it were buck naked and still half-hard.

"Holy shit, guys!"  Peter took a look at me and laughed.  "Well it looks
like he's ready to go."

Peter was a junior and the defending conference champion in his weight
class.  He looked like your typical blond wrestling stud, with a short buzz
cut, a cauliflower ear and an adorable button nose.  I had admired his
stacked body at wrestling meets in the past and was about to get more
intimately acquainted with it than I could ever have expected.  He had
showered and was holding a towel around his waist, but once he saw the
scene in here he took it off and threw it on a chair.

Muscles bulged out everywhere on his frame.  His pecs pointed out into
two-inch hard pink nipples that begged to be licked.  His abs were well
defined but not over the top, with a tiny treasure trail of blond hairs
running down from his belly button.  He was well tanned and his legs and
forearms were covered in a thin layer of dirty blond hair.  He had a
seriously impressive tool, hanging soft and thick about five inches below a
nice patch of blond pubes.  His upper legs were whiter than the rest of his
body and really thick.  His tan line was about the size of a pair of boxer
briefs.

"I think you're going to like this guy," Thomas said to his teammate.
"He'll do anything."

"Nice, good to know."

Matt and Thomas walked out and closed the door.  I was hungrily eyeing
Peter, who was walking toward me as I lying on the exercise table.  His
dick was still soft and flopped around over a huge set of balls.  He also
took a good look at me, and got a bit wide-eyed when he saw my cum-covered
face and abused hole.

"Man, it looks like they fucked you halfway to next week."  He picked up my
t-shirt and tossed it to me.  "Get yourself cleaned up."

I hopped off the bench and sheepishly started to wipe myself off.  Peter
stood about five inches taller than me and watched closely while I got the
cum off my face and my hole.  Both of us were fully naked but I was the
only one who felt exposed.

"Sounds like we can dispense with the pleasantries.  Go ahead and get my
dick wet."

I dropped to my knees and did as I was told.  There are few things I like
more than feeling a guy's soft dick get hard while I blow him.  I hadn't
even said a word to him and I was prepping his dick for fucking me.  It was
pretty fucking hot.

I enjoyed the view as I prostrated myself in front of the 184-pounder.  He
softly held his hand on the back of my head as I sucked him off.  It wasn't
long before he fully hard now and starting to get into it.  His dick had
grown to close to eight inches.  His cock head in particular was huge and
veins bulged all around the shaft.  I would have been gagging but my throat
was pretty well opened up by now.  His low-hanging balls softly hit my chin
every time I went back and forth.

Again, I had another of these college studs pull out of my mouth too soon.
"Damn man, you are going to make me blow.  Let's cool it for a second."

I probably looked like a sad puppy dog as he took his cock out of my mouth.

"Let me see your ass."  I stood up and bent over.  I had been a bit
sheepish about this the first time someone asked to see what they would be
fucking but not any more.  "Nice."  I turned around.  Peter grabbed his
dick and pointed it at my face.  "You should have no trouble taking this
thing then," he added, smiling.  Even I had to laugh at that one.

"How do you like to get fucked?"

"I don't know, whatever you want."

"Doggy?  Missionary?"

"Really, whatever you want."

"I like it when bitches ride me.  How about that?"

I nodded.  He motioned me over to the couch, where he sat down and pointed
at his crotch.

"Okay, let's see it."

I walked over and positioned myself over his dick.  I put my hands on the
back of the couch and gingerly lowered myself onto his pole.  Even after
the fucking I had gotten, his cock head hurt as it invaded my hole.  I
closed my eyes and winced but powered through, and only a few seconds later
I had bottomed out.  I opened my eyes again and saw him smiling.

"That's fucking right.  Damn dude.  Now ride me."

I didn't need any more encouragement.  I looked him in the eye as I slowly
bounced up and down, feeling every inch of his pole in my ass.  One of my
exes once said that's when you really know someone wants you - when they
fuck themselves on your dick.  That was certainly true here.

After a minute or two he started taking control, though, meeting my
downward motions with his own upward motions and then holding my hips
steady so he could fuck me how he wanted.  I gritted my teeth and closed my
eyes while I got fucked by the biggest wrestler dick yet.

He must have seen me start to zone out because he slowed down to a stop.
"Okay, now I want to do you doggy."  I gingerly pulled off of him and
repositioned myself with my ass up on the couch.  Again I got rammed with
no warning, though at this point it wasn't unexpected.  Unlike his
underclass teammate Carl, he knew what he was doing.  He hit me harder and
harder just in the right spot and I was starting to moan like a little
bitch.

"You like that?" he asked, somewhere between asking and telling me.  When I
didn't respond he jabbed into me even harder and held his dick all the way
in so I could feel his pubes on my ass.  "Tell me, do you like it?"

"Fuck yeah," I panted.

"You want me to keep fucking you?"

"Yeah, just fuck me man."  He was still not moving.  I looked back over my
shoulder at him, both admiring his body and begging him to keep going.
"Come on man, keep fucking me.  I want your dick."

"That's what I thought."  He smiled and started going again.  It was about
now that I realized I hadn't cum yet and felt like my dick was going to
erupt.

He grabbed my shoulders and started really going to town.  He was muttering
all sorts of stuff, calling me a slut, a cock whore, and other names that
just turned me on even more.  I was whimpering and groaning with every
thrust.

In fact I was getting dicked so good that I didn't hear the door open.
Instead Peter grabbed my hair and pointed my head to the right, where a new
cock was staring me straight in the face.  I hungrily gobbled it up and
only then took a look at whose it was - Trey, the 197-pounder.

From the feeling of this new cock hitting the back of my throat it was
similar in size to Peter's, eight inches long and really thick.  He was the
first one to be uncut.  His balls were absolutely enormous and his thighs
were like tree trunks.  I did my best to breathe with this massive pole in
my mouth and enjoy the moment while I got railed from both ends.

"Hey man," Peter said to his teammate as he was fucking me, "did you win?"

"Yeah," Trey responded.  "We are going to go undefeated because the other
team's heavyweight got injured in warmups."

"Nice job!"  I couldn't believe they were having this conversation while
their cocks were pumping in and out of my holes.  "Is Will coming?"

"No, he's heading home, so it's just us."

"Okay, cool."  That seemed to be the cue for Peter to start finishing up.
I stopped sucking off Trey for a minute and looked back to watch Peter
finish himself off.  I could see his pecs and abs glistening with sweat as
he got ready to breed me.

"You ready for this?" he asked me.

I nodded.  He closed his eyes and grunted as he dumped yet another load of
cum in my ass.  Peter's whole body shivered and as he pumped eight or nine
cum shots into my gut.  I looked back and admired his body as he made me
his bitch.  Once it looked like he was done Trey started clapping.
"Bravo," he said loudly.  "Fantastico!"

Peter flashed a satisfied smile and slowly pulled out, leaving me feeling
empty.  "Thanks man, that was fun," he said, tousling my hair.  "You should
come back next week."  He grabbed his towel and walked out, giving a quick
fist bump to Trey on the way to the door.

That left me alone with Trey, whose cock I had just been sucking.  He was a
senior, about 6'2".  He was unshowered and totally naked.  He was pretty
pale and had a thin layer of brown hair on his upper chest and legs.  He
also had a four or five day layer of stubble that framed his face.  His
hard cock stuck out at a 45-degree angle and pointed angrily at me from a
big patch of brown pubes.  I was still on my hands and knees with a fresh
load of Peter's cum in my ass.

He looked down at me and smiled.  "Hey there, buddy," he said.

"Hey," I said lamely.

"So how many guys have fucked you today?"

"Four.  Plus I gave blow jobs to Rich and Michael."

"Sounds like quite an afternoon.  Hopefully I can ring this out with a bang
then."

Judging by his incredible body and massive cock I wasn't worried about
that.  I didn't wait for him to tell me what to do, just got on my knees in
front of him and started sucking him off.  He smiled appreciatively as I
licked his balls.  He must have had a tough match because his crotch was
wet and he smelled sweaty.

"I guess you don't care I didn't shower."  I shook my head and took each
ball in my mouth, or at least as much of it as could fit.  They were huge
and pretty hairy.  Then I went to his dick and with some difficulty took it
all in my mouth and felt my nose against his thick pubes.  At this point I
was getting tired and both my jaw and hole were sore, but this was the best
one yet.

He slowly guided my head back and forth while I sucked him off.  He had
obviously been around the block before and wasn't going to blow his load in
30 seconds like his underclass teammates.  My jaw was aching but I kept
going.  I decided to grab his meaty ass for leverage, which he probably
didn't like but didn't do anything to make me stop.  I could taste some
sugary precum and felt his dick get increasingly hard and thick as I did my
thing.

"Okay," he said, "get up and lie down on the exercise table."  I made my
way over and waited for him to tell me what to do next.

"Open your mouth."

For the next minute or two he gave me a pretty rough face fucking - I did a
good job not to let any teeth get involved.  He was obviously about to blow
but pulled out and told me to start licking his balls again.  I was happy
both to keep teabagging him and let my jaw get a break.  I let my tongue
get below his balls onto his taint, which made him moan pretty loudly.

It wasn't long before he walked around the table.  "Put your legs up."  I
complied and he positioned himself in front of me.  He smirked as he lined
up to fuck me, teasing my hole a bit.  "You ready for this?"  "Yeah," I
panted, "just do it."  I groaned loudly as he slowly eased his thick uncut
pole into my ass.  The biggest dick of the afternoon, and the fifth one in
total, was now plugging my hole.

My teeth were gritted but I was loving it.  "You all right?" he asked.
After my blurted-out "Fuck yeah" response he started fucking me leisurely,
almost nicely.  I reached around his body to cop another feel of his ass
cheeks, which were lightly hairy and hard as a rock.  He responded by
roughly tweaking my nipples, which made me yelp.  Then he leaned over, put
his big hands on my chest and picked up the pace big time.  I was really
moaning now and looked down at my dick, which was leaking precum all over
my torso.

"Have you cum yet today?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"You must be about to explode."  I didn't say anything, just at him with
what was probably a desperate look of begging permission to jerk myself
off.

"Well by all means go ahead if you want."

In what felt like a millisecond I grabbed my dick and started jacking it
like there was no tomorrow.  I thought about all that had happened this
afternoon, all the loads I had taken and all the hot guys I had serviced -
not to mention the hunkiest one yet, fucking my brains out right now.  My
eyes rolled into the back of my head and I let out a loud groan as I blew
my biggest cumshot in years.  A couple bursts went over my head, a couple
landed on my face, and then what felt like a dozen more leaked out onto my
chest into a huge puddle.  Trey was still fucking me in the meantime and I
wrapped my legs around his torso to get as much body contact as possible.

Right as I started coming down from the orgasm high I heard the door open
again.  It was Ben.  I kind of snapped back to reality and thought about
what I looked like right now.  I was covered in cum, mostly my own but also
three or four other guys' as well.  My legs were wrapped around Trey like a
bitch and he was leisurely fucking the last spurts of cum out of me.

"Hey coach," Trey said.  "Great idea you had here."

"My pleasure.  I'll wait for you two to finish."

I wondered what Ben was thinking as he saw me getting fucked by his senior
team leader.  He obviously liked what he saw because his boner was showing
through his suit pants.

Despite having just blown my load, my dick was still hard and ached a
little bit.  Trey sped up as he got close.  With little fanfare he slapped
my ass a couple times, closed his eyes, leaned his head back and then
dumped the fourth load of the day into my ass to go along with the three I
had swallowed (or tried to).  I admired his muscles tensing up as he bred
me.  He let his dick get half hard in my ass and then pulled out with yet
another "pop".

Coach Ben threw his senior team leader a fresh towel.  "Nice job, now go
get cleaned up."

Trey didn't even look back at me as he left the room to shower up.

Ben walked over to get a closer look at me.  "Damn man," he said, scooping
up some of the cum from my stomach with his index finger and sticking it in
my mouth.  "It looks like my boys did a real number on you."

I just nodded.

He grabbed his crotch and asked, "Ready for one more?"