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|Wrestling Team Tryout (C)|
|By Tommie Depp           |
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|As told to me by Marc Y. |
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     I know I have the sort of looks that a lot of guys find
attractive, but the first time I really became aware of it was my
sophomore year in high school.
     I reached almost my full height that year, and stool a
little over six-two.  I was working out every day, even then,
because of my father.  Him being a competition body-builder left
me with a lot to compete with myself.  I was in very good shape,
for someone that age, but still looked like a stretched-out
blond-headed bean-pole of an adolescent.  I was. 
     I wore my hair short right then because it was the fad of
that time, but I prefer it long, like it is now.  I think it was
my short hair that started the whole thing.
     Coach Doyne had been after me for a year as it was, so when
he stopped me in the hall I knew what was going on, he was going
to hit on me to join the wrestling team. . . one more time.
     Sure thing, that's what happened.  His wrestling team was in
trouble again, and had been for years, I guess.  He had a few
good guys, some of them friends of mine, but none of them really
gave a shit about wrestling.  He couldn't look at me going by
every day, he told me, knowing how much I could benefit the team,
without asking me once more.  
     As it turned out, he was trying out two other guys that
evening and wanted me to give it a shot too.  I had told him
before that I wasn't interested, but I just couldn't make the
point.  As I said earlier, I think it was my short hair and the
"white sidewalls" that made him think I just looked like a jock. 
He couldn't understand why I wasn't thrilled with the idea of
being on his team.
     Just to get him off my back, I promised I'd come to his
tryouts.  Even as I told him I would show up, I promised myself
that I'd wrestle so bad that he would just throw me out.
     Four o'clock came around too soon for me, but I went over to
they gym anyway.  When I got to the door, Coach was there with a
kind of casual friend of mine, Mike, who was on the wrestling
team already.  Mike went with me into the locker room and showed
me some of the jerseys that the team wore, and told me to find
one that fit, if I could.  A couple of other guys were already
there, both changing into the same kind of uniform I was looking
at.  
     One guy was named Don, and was a kind of acquaintance, but
not really a friend or anything.  Don was kind of a little guy,
being no more than five-ten or so.  What he lacked in height, he
made up for in width, though.  Where most of the guys his age
(and mine) were on the skinny side, Don was broad-shouldered and
built in a way you'd likely call "husky" or "stout."  
     The other guy dressing out was named Rick.  I didn't know
much about Rick, but he looked like good material for the
wrestling team, physically at least.  What little I'd seen of
Rick just screamed the word "stupid" at me.  You don't have to be
Einstein to be good in sports, but you can't be completely dim-
witted either.  
     I selected a jersey everything I needed from the pile, and
carried it over to my locker.  To my pleasure I could watch Don
from where I was dressing, and I got quite an eyeful.  I had
never seen much of Don before, but when he dropped his shorts to
put on his Jock, I decided that I would make the effort some
time.  Don looked beefy in any clothes at all, but naked, he was
beefcake fit for any magazine.  
     He had a deep chest, hairless, with small, dark nipples that
were hard.  The thick trunk of his body was like a single slab of
thick muscle over his wide hips.  He had trunk-like powerful legs
and a big, beefy, muscular ass.  What made up my mind, though,
was his cock.  It dangled in front of him, just inviting me over
to play.  It was thick at the base and the head was a big round
knob that I just knew would be huge once he was hard.  
     Standing there undressing and sneaking peeks at Don, made it
hard for me to squeeze my own dick into my Jock.  I'm glad he
didn't notice me staring at him.  It would have been hard to
explain my half-erection.
     Well, he got dressed and left, and I was left to myself to
finish suiting up.   The uniform I picked out was a little small,
so that when I pulled the one-piece up over me, it stretched very
tight.  It felt fine, but I worried that it might be tight enough
that I would split it.  
     I  had just finished pulling the suit up and smoothing it
over my ass and legs when Mike came down and wanted to know what
was keeping me.  I told him I thought the suit was too tight, but
he told me "The tighter the better!  You'll see."
     We went up into the gym together and Coach Doyne started his
speech.  He went on about the team, the school, the value of
competition and a lot of rah-rah bullshit that bored me to death.

I spent the time looking at Don and hoping I'd get to wrestle
him.
     It didn't work out that way at all.  Don got paired off with
one of the guys already on the team, named Brian.  Some guy named
Joe, that I didn't know, wrestled Rick, and Mike and I were sent
off to a corner to wait our turn.  
     This big fucker, Brian, looked like a mountain someone had
put on legs and sent out for a walk.  It took him about two
seconds to make dog-meat of Don.  Coach told him to take it easy
on Don, but it didn't seem to matter.  Don didn't know the first
thing about wrestling, didn't seem to benefit from any advice
Coach was giving him, and managed to do little more than fall to
the ground and lay there every time Brian got within six feet of
him.  
     Rick didn't do much better, he was more evenly matched with
this Joe character, but my idea that Rick wasn't too bright
seemed to be right, as he just kept walking into the same
situation again and again.  Every time he got close to Joe, Joe
would trip him and pin him to the mat with the same moves.  
     It was obvious to me that neither of these guys were going
to be on the team, so I decided to imitate them and get washed
out too.
     Mike didn't let me.  
     Mike knew me too well.  He spent a lot of time behind me,
getting his arms around me and pulling me down.  Often as not
when we were down he'd grab my thigh, or even a handful of my ass
and shove my face into the mat.  One time while he squeezed me
ass real hard I got pissed and flipped around and pushed him
away.  He just came at me again and got me down on the mat again.

Seems like I spent the whole tryout lying face-down with Mike
humping against me trying to roll me over and pin me.  Every time
he got me to my knees he'd reach between my legs and try to flip
me.  
     Eventually I started to catch on.  Mike was playing with me,
very literally.  He wasn't wrestling to win, he was wrestling to
get a good feel.  I guess the dawning light came when we reversed
and both of us wound up nose-to-crotch in classic sixty-nine
position.  Even through his Jock and his tight uniform, I could
see that his cock was hard.   I stopped resisting so much when he
grabbed my ass, and next time he put his arm between my legs, I
trapped it there and made sure he could feel that my cock was
hard too.   
     Just about that time Coach told us to stop.
     He called everyone over and gave out the bad news.  Don
didn't make it.  Rick didn't make it.  Me, he wanted to talk to. 
He sent the others to the showers, thanked Brian and Joe for
helping out, then kept me and Mike waiting while he filled out
what seemed like pages of notes on his clip-board.
     He started in on me then.  He wanted me on the team and he
rationalized away my clumsy performance, my bad form, my
slowness.  Nothing would make him accept a "no" from me.  I told
him no about half a dozen times and was on the point of walking
out on the whole scene when he came out with this line about "you
don't want to let your friends down."  Well, that didn't mean
shit to me, but it did make me think, all of a sudden, that
wrestling with Mike might involve "wrestling" with Mike.  
     That pretty much settled it.  Coach saw me think about it,
and seized on things as though it was all over.  From that moment
I was part of the team as far as he was concerned and that gave
him the liberty to do what he did then.
     He backed Mike up against the bleachers and chewed him out
big time. . . for getting a hard on!  Mike was giving Coach his
best stupid look and I was trying my hardest to be invisible when
Coach turned on me and gave me the same dressing down, but with
some additional blame for me giving Mike a hard on!  Like it was
my idea or something!  
     Well we both gave our best impressions of innocent
bystanders until Coach was good and pissed.  When he got pissed
it pissed Mike off in turn and Mike finally just told Coach "Fuck
you!" and stomped off to the showers.  Coach got this perplexed
look, like no one had ever said that to him before, then turned
to me, took one look at my silly-assed grin and shouted
"Showers!" at me.  
     Well, I just tried not to laugh, and headed downstairs to
the showers.  
     When I got there, I was surprised to find that Mike had the
locker directly opposite mine, a big coincidence considering the
number of lockers in the room.  I was even more surprised to find
that Coach followed me in from the gym.  
     He was still pissed and told us both "My office! Right now!"
     Well, let me tell you, I wasn't looking forward to it and I
was seriously considering just taking a walk.  I mean, what could
he expect really?  While I was telling Mike just that, Coach came
back and said, "I said, 'Right now!' and I meant it!"
     Mike was wearing just his jock and I was wearing only my t-
shirt by then.  Mike just shrugged and headed off behind coach. 
I stayed long enough to grab a pair of white gym trunks out of my
locker and slip them on.  I figured if I was going to be chewed
out for getting a hardon the last thing I wanted was for my balls
to be hanging out at the time.
     I knew something was screwy as soon as I saw coach holding a
paddle.  The idea of him spanking a student was pretty unlikely
to me, especially a high schools student, but the idea of him
spanking a teen-age boy for having a hardon and maybe having to
explain himself if one of us complained made it seem impossible. 
     But that's exactly what happened.  Coach sat down and
motioned at Mike.  He said something stupid like "assume the
position" to Mike, but it wasn't necessary. . . it was obvious
that Mike had been through it all before.  
     Coach sat down in his office chair and spun it away from the
desk.  Mike walked over and leaned across his lap.  Coach eased
him down across his knees.  Mikes hands rested on the floor and
his legs were extended so that he made a kind of arch with his
ass
positioned above Coach's thighs.  Coach put his left arm under
Mike's chest, supporting him, and swung back with his paddle. The
forward swing landed with a CRACK! that echoed off the locker-
room tile and back through the door of Coach's office.  
     It must have hurt like Hell.  Mike made a writhing twist and
his hands came up off the floor.  Maybe he jerked that hard, or
maybe Coach lifted him up some, I couldn't tell.  CRACK!  Coach
hit Mike again and he twisted.  I found myself watching
fascinated but unable to say why.  CRACK!  I didn't like watching
Mike being embarrassed like that, humiliated in front of someone
else, but I couldn't help myself. CRACK!  It seemed like coach
wasn't ever going to stop!  CRACK!  CRACK! again and again. 
Every time Coach hit him Mike would writhe again but he
never made a sound otherwise.  CRACK!  I lost count of how many
times Coach hit Mike, but it doesn't matter much.  Somewhere
along the line I stopped being upset about it and stopped being
fascinated at all and began to be bored.  I guess this kind of
caused me to look at things all over again.  Mike didn't seem to
be in much pain.  Between each CRACK! Mike would twist and sort
of grind his hips, but I noticed that he was doing it between
blows too.  Coach's left hand, supporting Mike's chest was doing
more work now, as Mike's hands were no longer on the floor.  One
was gripping Coach's leg around the calf the other was kind of
hidden from me.  It took me a while to get the drift of things, I
was pretty innocent then, but I began to see what was happening. 
Mike wasn't in any pain at all.  Coach's arm wasn't supporting
Mike's chest, he was feeling it, playing with Mike's nipples. 
Mike's hand was under the two of them and stroking on his cock. 
Mike had pulled his cock out and Coach had it pinned between his
muscular thighs where he was squeezing for all he was worth,
while Mike stroked his own meat.  While I watched Mike made this
"Ahhhh!" noise and Coach delivered about five hard swats. .
.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! as fast as he could.  Mike
came a huge gob on the floor right in front of Coach.
     They both looked at me.  They had that "your turn"
expression.    
     I stepped in front of coach and he stood up from his chair. 
He reached out and slipped my shorts down over my butt.  He
reached down and slipped his shorts down too.  
     We stood there face to face and dick to dick.  Coach reached
down and took us both in his hand and began to stroke us.  Mike
came over and grabbed a big double handful of my ass.  
     I pulled myself up tight against Coach and reached behind to
feel his buns.  As I did, he slipped down, moving his lips
against my neck, then against my chest.  He stopped to suck my
nipple and to tease it gently with his tongue.  He nipped me
hard, then licked my nipple again for a second before he moved on
down until he was seated in his chair and could suck my dick.  
     Coach took me into his mouth and began to tease the head of
my dick with his tongue, passing it over the piss slit again and
again and licking the delicate underside of my dickhead.  
     While coach sucked me Mike went to his knees behind me.  He
put his lips against my cheeks and ran them, velvety-soft, across
the smooth skin. 
     Coach began to suck me harder, taking my shaft into his
mouth and applying more tongue action.  As his lips began to move
up and down my shaft I began to move my hips in rhythm with his
sucking.  
     Mike gets his act together and places his palms flat against
the skin of may ass.  As he spreads my cheeks wide, his tongue
begins to tease my hole.  My hips are swaying back and forth now,
feeding coach more and more of my dick with every stroke, but
Mike
never misses a beat and gets his tongue solidly into may ass
where he can tease me again and again. 
     Coach reaches up and puts both his hands against my chest. 
As he begins to pinch my nipples, Mike pulls back and puts a
finger into my asshole.  I moan as I finally get my whole dick
all the way down coach's throat.  Coach pinches my nipples harder
and Mike adds another finger while he increases the speed of his
thrusting.  I am pumping my ass back hard against his fingers and
hard forward against coach's face.  Coach is pinching my nipples
hard enough to hurt, and another moan forces itself out of me. 
     Coach suddenly leans back and looks at Mike around my hip. 
"I think he's ready!" he says.
     Coach leans back and puts his elbows on the desk behind him.

He pushes his hips forward and down I'm straddling his big cock. 
Mike gets behind me and, both hands on my hips, presses down.  He
wants me to sit on it.  
     I lean forward and put my hands on coach's shoulders. 
Spreading my legs a bit wider I take a seat.  As I slowly lower
myself onto coach's eight-inch pole Mike comes around to the side
of the desk.  He puts his knee up on the desk, putting his cock
right in coach's face.  Coach turns his head and begins to suck
Mike's dick.  
     I'm slowly lowering myself onto Coach.  The head of his dick
is big and round and doesn't want to go in.  I press down,
harder, moving my hips side-to-side to work that big, hard shaft
into me.  As I lower myself, Coach reaches forward and grips my
dick and begins, not to stroke, but to squeeze.  He is using my
dick like it was a handle and lifting me up and down, pulling me
away from his dickhead and pressing me back against it.  
     As he pushes hard, with a powerful squeeze, I finally
manage to take his big cock into me.  The head passes in, and a
moment of pain is offset by the pleasure of having that thick
shaft of meat inside me.  
     Mike leans to one side and pushes me back so that my back is
arched and I sit down farther on coach's cock.  As I take more of
his shaft into me, coach begins to pump the muscles of his ass
and to shove his shaft in and out.  Mike leans forward and begins
to suck my nipple.  Coach is stroking my cock now.  His big cock
is ramming in and out of my ass.  I begin to bend my knees,
lowering myself, raising myself to match his strokes.  Now I'm
taking every inch of him inside me.  Coach is stroking furiously
on my cock while slamming his hips upward to pump me full of his
hot meat.    
     Mike leaves my chest to lean farther forward.  He forces me
back into a still greater arch by grabbing a hand-full of hair at
the back of my head.  He presses his lips to mine and as his
tongue enters my mouth I can finally stand it no more.  Unable to
hold back any longer, I shoot a long stream of cum onto coach's
hard, smooth-skinned belly.  
     Gasping for breath while trying to return Mike's kiss I see
coach dab his finger in my cum and put it in his mouth.  Sucking
my cum off his finger he puts his head back, almost on the desk,
and pumps his cock furiously against my ass.  I lower myself
against his thrust, again and again, and when I hear the gasping
moan of satisfaction, I know that coach has turned loose his
load.  He looks up at me and smiles.
     Mike touches Coach's cheek with his still hard dick and I
realize we're not done.  Coach's cock is getting soft now, and
slips out of me.  I'm reluctant to let it go, but I know it's not
all over.  
     As coach sucks his dick, Mike reaches down to feel my soft
cock.  "You mean I'm the only one still hard?" he asked.  "Well,
Coach, that means I get to pick where and I want mine in the
shower."
     Coach pulled back from Mike's hard cock and laughed.  
     We all followed Mike to the showers.  Coach walked around
and turned all the showers on.  He turned them all to hot except
the ones which were spraying me and Mike, those were just warm. 
Mike put his back to the steel pole of the shower, shivering
slightly against the metal that is still cold.  He puts his arms
up over his head and grips the shower head.  It gives his body a
pleasant stretch and I find I can't resist the hard cock that he
is thrusting toward me.  I go to my knees and take his cock into
my mouth.  As I look up, he adjusts the shower head and a river
of water sluices down his chest and past his cock.  The shower
wets my hair and pounds against my back.  Brushing back my now-
soaked hair I begin to suck on Mike.    
     Coach is kissing Mike and I've got his whole shaft down my
throat.  I suck hard, really hard while reaching around to cup
his cheeks in my hands.  Water is running in a river down my arms
where it sluices off his back.  I press my face against Mike's
crotch and the water streams past.  I suck and every time I get a
a little more cock in my mouth I get a little sip of water.  I am
squeezing Mike's ass now, massaging the big muscles with my
fingers and enjoying the smooth skin on top of the hard muscle. 
Coach is teasing one of Mike's nipples with his fingers and the
other with his tongue.  
     Mike is really getting into it.  He is slamming his hips
forward to match my sucking and I can feel the muscles in his ass
tensing and releasing again and again.  
     Suddenly Coach is on his knees beside me and pushing me
aside.  He wants some of that cock and nothing will keep him from
getting it.  I surrender it to him and move until I can get
underneath Mike.  I take his balls in my mouth and let the water
run across my face while I suck them.  Coach and I get in sync
and while he presses his face into Mike's wet curls I pull back,
stretching Mike's big balls away from his body and sucking hard. 
While Coach pulls back and sucks on the head of Mike's cock,
teasing his piss-slit the way coach teased mine I press my face
against Mike's groin and let is big balls fill my mouth.  
     Mike is moaning softly now and we all know he's close. 
Coach reaches up with both hands for Mike's nipples while I
slowly begin inserting a couple of fingers in his ass.  
     I work my fingers inside and begin thrusting in and out as
fast as I can.  At the same time coach deep-throats Mike and just
doesn't stop.  I keep up the tongue action and Mike lets out a
moan that isn't soft anymore.  He slams his crotch against
coach's face and puts his hands on the back of Coach's head to
insure that it stay's where it is.  I keep right on licking his
balls and speed up my finger-fucking as much as I can.  
     Mike must have come like a garden hose because coach just
couldn't swallow it all. He pulls back and leaves a slick coating
of cum on Mike's dick.  I moved to get a taste but the water
washed it all away first.    
     We all stood looking at each other, stupid grins on each
face.  Coach picked up the soap and began to lather me.  Mike
joined in and we took turns scrubbing each other.  
     We all went our separate ways then with hardly another word
spoken.  
     I knew that I had sure as Hell made the team.

 Coach assigns mike as marc's trainer and makes him 'work out'
with marc every night until both can give good head and take
coach up the ass without complaining.  

Shower scenes, locker room bench scene, coaches office repeated
(first scene described above).  work some B&D into this?  instead
of running laps the boys get punished some other way?