Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2024 14:49:42 -0400 From: A L Subject: My (Smelly) Wrestler Cousin Remember friends, Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories! Please consider donating today. (https://donate.nifty.org/). Check out my other stories (Roanoke High, Locker Room Boys) on Nifty and get my premium other stories on my patreon (https://www.patreon.com/kidzerostories) When I told my cousin Ricky that I wanted to be like him and try out for the wrestling team, he didn't believe me. I don't blame him, he's 6′1″, muscular, 200 pounds, and a total college jock. I on the other hand, have always been thin, pretty weak, and a nerd. I didn't want to admit to him that going to all of his wrestling meets while he was in high school was what inspired me. Watching him hang around all his ripped teammates and get to roll around on a mat with another sweaty dude had me signing up for the team the day tryouts were announced. So when he was home for fall break from college, and I broke the news, he was more than happy to give me a few tips for try-outs. "Alright buddy," he said as he stood before me in his old bedroom, looking so fucking fine in his tight singlet that still fit him well, "there are a few things that you need to know if you're going to make the team. And I'm not talking about stuff like strength or agility. These are secrets of a life-long wrestler. Think you can handle them?" he asked. "Yeah, anything will help," I said, getting excited about what secrets he was going to divulge. "Alright the first secret is that when a guy steps on the mat, the first thing he does is check out his opponent, and I don't just mean his muscles, I'm talking about his package," he said as he adjusted his crotch with his left hand. I always noticed his Ricky's big bulge, but seeing it up close like this was getting me hotter than ever! "So make sure that you've got some support for your boys, make sure everything is jutting out, so when the guy takes the mat with you he can see your manhood and know how much of a stud you are. Let's see what you've got," he said, pointing to my crotch. I hesitantly stood up and adjusted my crotch a bit in the singlet. I was starting to get a boner from being so close to Ricky that I didn't want to show it off more than necessary. "Nah man really pull it out! Here let me help," he said as he kneeled before me and pulled lightly on the fabric, making a nice, snug basket for my cock and balls. "Dang that looks great," he said, smiling at his work. "For a skinny guy you've sure got a lot going on down there," he laughed. "Alright, now you've got the guy intimidated by your package, next step is to show him how much of an alpha you are with your scent," he told me. "You'll be wrestling guys your size, and I'm guessing most of them don't work up much of a sweat, so this is your opportunity to make your power known by your smell." I was a bit confused, but had always noticed the musky, manly smell that Ricky gave off, so I was sure where this was going. "Here, take a hit of this," he said as he lifted his arm and exposed his hairy pit. With no hesitation I dove in and got a deep sniff of his ripe pit. He rarely wore deodorant and I could tell by the musky odor coming from his sweaty, hairy pit. "Oh fuck," I said as I took a second sniff. "Manly, right?" he said. "This is the perfect way to let your opponent your an alpha that means business. I've distracted so many opponents in my day by smothering them in my stink at some point in the match. Trust me you can hypnotize a guy if you go enough days without washing your pits." This whole time he was talking, my face was still in his pit, soaking up his scent. "Alright dude, that's enough," he said as he pushed me away from his ripe pit. "Now the final and most important secret is the trickiest one. When you are at a wrestling match, there is so much energy in the air. Dudes all around you are sweating, you can smell their pits and balls all over the place, guys are wearing skin tight lycra that's cradling their balls and rubbing against their dicks, and most of all, you're spending all this time on the mat with another fit guy, rubbing your body all over his. Needless to say, a teenager like you is gonna be revved up and horny the entire match. So this is your opportunity to cop a feel of your opponent and try and get him thinking with his dick and not with his brain." "Isn't that kind of dangerous?" I asked. I mean, it was my ultimate wet dream to jerk off a guy on the wrestling mat, but this was real life here! "Trust me dude," Ricky said laughing, "there is a lot you can get away with, and it's not like you're sucking a guy through his singlet, I'm talking about just some slight rubbing and tugging when the opportunity presents itself. Here, let's see what you would do with a hold like this," he said. With that, he put me in a headlock and forced me to the ground, but I could easily see that if I wrapped my arms around his waist, I could rub against the top of his crotch. "Um, I'd probably do something like this," I said as I wrapped my arms around him and clasped my hands together. I could feel the head of his hard cock under my palms. His cock was huge, and I don't think this type of a hold would work on your average guy, but I was taking the opportunity as it came! "Exactly, dude," he said encouragingly, "rub the head of the cock like that and act like you're trying to break free. Trust me, the feeling of the lycra against a guys dick head will get him to stop thinking about the headlock he's got you in pretty quickly." "Alright, next hold," he said as he let me go. "What would you do with this one," he asked as he got me on all fours, with his stomach pressed tightly against my back and his crotch snugly against my ass. "Oh this one's easy," I said, as I felt the heat of his throbbing dick pressing against the trench of my ass. "I'd move back and forth as much as I can to get some friction on that hard dick," I said as I moved my ass slowly against his cock. "That's what I'm talking about boy," he said into my ear. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck and could smell the manly, musky odor coming from his pits. He slowly started humping my ass as the friction continued. After a few more seconds of dry humping, Ricky got off me and presented his final move. "Alright dude, this isn't a common move, but it does happen, and when you get presented with this opportunity, you have to take it," he said as he placed me in the final move. He wrapped his legs around my torso and pulled my arms over my head, to the point where I was completely stretched out and my face was directly in his crotch. The smell coming from his package was so manly and fragrant. I could've easily just submitted to him right there. "Alright dude, don't get hypnotized by my ball musk, show me what you would do," he said. "I mean, do I have a choice," I said jokingly, and with that I opened my mouth and started slowly lapping the flaring head of his cock that was straining against the fabric of his singlet. "Ah fuck," I heard him sigh above me as a large glob of precum squirted out of his cockhead and made it's way through the fabric. It was salty and warm and caused me to start lapping even harder. The entire time, Ricky kept a grip on my arms and his legs wrapped around me like we were in a wrestling match. But because of the size of his cock, and my hunger for his load, I was able to push my head down on his dick and start swallowing the first few inches of his prick. "That's right baby, you got me, I'm all yours," Ricky sighed as I worked the head of his cock through the lycra with my tongue. Squirt after squirt of precum was making it's way through the fabric, and the combination of my spit and the lycra was giving him wild sensations, I could tell. "Now what would you do if you made your opponent cum through his singlet?" Ricky asked between breaths. I knew this wasn't a question he wanted me to answer with words. "Why don't you show me?" he asked as he started thirsting his crotch toward me, forcing me to taking more inches of his cock down my throat. I was so hungry for his seed that my tongue started lapping like crazy and my neck started swiveling around as I could feel from the tightening of his muscles that he was going to cum. "Ah fuck!" he screamed as he let go of my arms and forced my head all the way down on his cock. Shot after shot of his hot jock cum was squirting through the singlet into my waiting mouth. I sucked at the lycra like I was starving for his cum, slurping up even last drop of jock jizz out of the fabric. "Alright dude, I think you've got the skills to be state champ!" Ricky said as we collapsed on the floor. I nuzzled close to him, sticking my nose in his armpit and sniffing the alpha scent he was giving off after he'd blown his load.