Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 09:02:05 -0600
From: troy161@hotmail.com
Subject:  Wrestling Team Chapter One

The howling wind blew the snow against the windows so hard that it stuck
like plaster.  The wipers couldn't handle the snow packing on the
windshield.
"We can't get home in this," Braden, the oldest of the team, said quietly.
No one responded.  The flashing red lights up ahead were barely visible till
they were right on the police car that was parked diagonally across the
street. Coach rolled down the window for the approaching officer.
"You'll have to turn around," the officer said.  "All roads are closed in
and out of the city."
"I've got four boys here I need to get home," Coach Colby said.
"You'll never make it.  It's drifting so bad the snow plows can barely keep
up with it enough to get the National Guard through to rescue stranded
motorists.  You'll have to find a place to stay in town.  You can pull in
here and turn around."
It wasn't up for discussion. Coach thanked the officer and rolled up the
window.  He pulled into the mall parking lot where snow plows were keeping a
space clear for cars to turn around.
"Where're we going?" Cody asked.
"I don't know.  Keep your eyes out for a motel," Coach said.
"We passed one on the way," Braden said.  "It's only a few blocks back."
	The NO VACANCY light was on at the motel but Coach pulled in anyway, on the
chance that they might have one room that they could all share.  Braden got
out to go with him into the motel. Their hopes vanished when he walked into
the lobby and saw people lying on the furniture.
"We don't have anything," the clerk said as they walked up to the desk.
"I saw your NO VACANCY light.  I took a chance anyway.  Nothing, huh?" Coach
said.
"Not even a broom closet," said the clerk.  "We have some guests who have
volunteered to share their rooms, in fact, and those are taken."
"Do you know of any place?" Coach asked.
The clerk shook his head sadly.  "You might try Motel Six up the street, and
there's a Best Inn about a block further, but I doubt if they'll have
anything either.  The city is practically on lock down."
"Yeah, I know.  The police wouldn't let us leave the city."
"The governor has declared an emergency and called out the National Guard.
They're arresting anyone caught trying to drive on the highway."
"Thanks, anyway, "Coach said.  They went back to the car.
	"The sign meant what it said, huh." Braden said.
	"Yeah.  We'll check Motel Six and Best Inn," Coach said.
	There was nothing available at Motel Six and the only luck they had at Best
Inn was the clerk calling around to some other motels.  But he found
nothing.
Coach sighed, rubbing his hand over his mouth.
"I wish I could help you," the clerk said.  "I couldn't even let you sack
out in the lobby, it's so full."
	"Thanks, you've been a big help, calling around for us," he said.  He
turned to leave when the clerk stopped him.
	"Wait...I just thought of a place..."  His words trailed off, as if he
regretted speaking out.
	"Where," Coach asked.
"There's a place...down the street," he said, rather hesitantly.  "It's not
a motel, it's a men's social and health club, but they do have rooms for
their members.  Just small changing rooms, but with bunks."
	"I don't care if it's the dog pound," Braden said under his breath.
	"It's down on the right side of the street, called Club Indianapolis. You
might give them a try," the clerk told them.
"Thanks."
They went back to the car and Coach told the boys were they were going
next.  The boys weren't too optimistic about the health club letting them
stay the night, especially since they weren't members.
"Just find a place that sells blankets, we can sleep in the car," Cody said.
Coach didn't know what he was going to do if the health club turned them
down. They couldn't sleep in the car, the temperature was dropping fast.
"As a last resort, we could go to a fast-food place and sit in a booth to
keep warm," Braden said.
"We may have to do that," Coach said. He pulled into one of only two
parking spaces in the Club Indianapolis lot.  "Well, cross your fingers,
guys," he said as he and Braden were getting out of the car.  He pulled his
collar tight and
they leaned into the wind to make their way to the entrance.  The vestibule
was like
an oasis compared to the outside.  They went through the door to the
counter.
"What can I do for you tonight, gentlemen?" the clerk asked in a friendly
tone.
"Something, I hope," Coach said.  "I've got four boys that I brought here
for
a wrestling match and we can't get back home. We can't even get out of the
city. I need a place for them to sleep. The clerk at Best Inn said you have
rooms."
	"Yes, we do, but we're not a motel.  We're a private club."
	"Yes, he explained that.  What does it take to join?" Coach asked.
	The clerk eyed Braden then looked back at Coach.
	"Did he tell you that we are a private gay men's club?"
"No.  No, he didn't."  He looked around at Braden, who shrugged.  "But I
don't think we'll have a problem with that if we can just get a place to
spend the night in out of this weather."
	"You said boys.  How old?"  the clerk asked.
	"Two of them are seventeen, two are eighteen," coach said.
"I couldn't let the seventeen-year-olds in anyway."
"You couldn't make an exception for one night, considering the weather
conditions?  There's not a vacant motel room in town."
	"I'm sorry, I wish I could help, but I really can't.
"What if you signed something, taking full responsibility?" Braden said
quietly to the Coach.
"That wouldn't relieve the club of responsibility," the clerk said.
Just then another man came in behind the counter.  "Is there a problem?" he
asked cheerfully.  His name tag read Derek: Manager.
The clerk explained.
"I'm afraid he's right," the manager said.
"Geezuss, what am I going to do with these guys?" Coach said under his
breath, half to himself and half to Braden, as he stepped back from the
counter.
"Wait. Just a minute," the manager said.
They turned back to the window.
"I don't think the police are going in and out of clubs checking IDs on a
night like tonight; they've got too many other problems to deal with.  I
can't turn you out in this weather.  If you'll take full responsibility,
I'll take the chance."
          "Thank you very much," Coach said with great relief in his voice.
"Just so you understand, its gay establishment," the manager warned.
"Yes, he explained it's a gay men's social club," Coach said.
"It's uh...it's very social," the manager said, glancing at Braden.  "Maybe
you need to come with me, let me show you around first."  He buzzed the door
and coach went inside. Braden started to follow him but the manager
hesitated.
"Is he eighteen?"
"Yes," Braden replied and was allowed in.
The lounge had two long couches, arranged L-shaped along two walls, and
coffee tables and a wide-screen TV.  Past the lounge and vending machines,
the hallway was very dark.  They could make out that several men they passed
wore nothing but towels.  Some of the doors to the rooms were open but it
was too dark to see in except for a couple of them you they could see
figures lying on the bunks.
"The rooms downstairs don't have televisions," the manager said.  "There's a
workout room straight ahead, your boys could use that, with supervision."
"The guys will love that," Braden said.
"And the showers are right there beyond the glass wall.  There's a Jacuzzi,
too.  But again, only with supervision.  You'll have to keep the
seventeen-year- olds out of the steam room and the sauna."
"I understand," Coach said.
The man turned and looked at Braden then at the coach.  "You said he's
eighteen, I presume I can speak freely."
"Sure.  I don't think you're going to shock him," Coach said.
"It's very important that you understand that what we are all about.  Right
now, we're having a blackout party which is all the more reason that I
stress that you'll have to keep a tight rein on the two youngest boys.  The
two older ones, they're of legal age, they can have free run of the place as
far as we're concerned, but I doubt you would want them to roam into the
wrong place and be exposed to some of the activities."
	"I'll keep a tight rein on all of t hem, "Coach said.  "We're only looking
for a place to sleep and keep from freezing.  Anyway, it's almost too dark
for them to see anything."
The manager led the way up the stairs which were lighted by tiny track
lights.  The hallways were dark but there were faint glows of light coming
from several of the rooms. Coach was shocked to see naked men lying on the
beds, some alone, some in pairs, groping themselves or jacking off while
they watched TV.  He glanced at Braden.  The boy simply shrugged and smiled.
"I'm wondering how I'm gong to get Cody and Scott up here without them
seeing that," Coach said.
"Easy, coach, we'll blindfold them," Braden said.
"These are our video rooms upstairs," the manager went on.  "There's a cable
channel but I can't block out the other two channels that are showing
x-rated videos."
"Even if they get a peek, I don't think a little exposure is going to damage
them for life," Braden said.
"We can control that," Coach said.  "I'll take the upstairs room with one of
the younger boys where I'll have control of the TV."
They went back downstairs to the vestibule.
"Thanks for the tour," Coach said.  "Let me go check and see what the guys
think."
	"Two things; the two younger boys will need to lie about their age and you
have to vouch for them.  I won't ask for ID. Secondly, you're not all five
going to fit in the two rooms I have left. Four of you can double up in the
two rooms, one of you can use the couch in the lounge.  That person will
have to be over eighteen, of course."
Coach looked at Braden.  "I really need to be with Cody or Scott," he said.
"I'll take the couch," Braden said.
"Problem solved," Coach said.  "Now, is there anyplace close by to eat?"
	"We have vending machines and there's a pizza place down around the
corner," Derek said.
	Coach and Braden went back to the car where the boys were shivering from
the cold.
	"Okay, they've got two rooms, so four of us will have to double up. They're
designed as singles so it'll be a tight fit.  Braden is going to take the
couch in the lounge.  There are showers and a workout room, and vending
machines; I think we can survive."
"I could stand under a shower till the hot water runs out," Cody said, his
teeth chattering.
	"There is one catch.  It's a gay men's club, in case anyone has a problem
with that." He waited for a reaction.  The boys looked at one another as if
they were each waiting for the other to say something.
"I don't care if I have to double up with one of them, it'd be better than
freezing to death out here," Scott said.
	"Yeah, it's not gonna bother me," Sean put in. "Hell, it might be fun," he
drawled.
	"Don't even go there," Coach said gruffly. "Cody?" asked.
	"I just want a place to get warm," the boy moaned.
	"Okay, I' m going back in and reserve the rooms then we'll go back to that
pizza place for something to eat," Coach Colby said.
	He went back inside and put the money down for the three rooms. Then they
walked to the pizza place. They were waiting for their pizza and not
surprisingly, the boys were talking about the match.
	"If Braden and Cody hadn't won, we could've been on our way home by now,"
Sean complained good naturedly.
"We might have gotten out of town but we would've probably ended up in a
ditch somewhere," said Braden. "Hell I'm just glad we found a place to
sleep."
	"Yeah, we can tell how glad you are," Scott chided him.
	"Yeah, how come Braden gets to have all the fun, sleeping in the couch?"
Sean complained, laughing.
	Coach stood out of the both.  "I'm going to make one call home and let
them know we're spending the night, but we don't know where yet.  If anybody
asks when we get back home, we stayed at the Motel Six.  Got that?"  He
leveled a sharp gaze at all of them.  "We do not ever tell anyone where we
stayed.  No one.  Not ever."
	They all nodded in agreement.
"Hell do you think I'm going to advertise that I spent the night in a gay
men's club?  Especially with these guys," Sean said.
	"I don't have a tooth brush," Cody drawled.
	They looked at him like he was stupid, then broke out laughing.
	"Geezusss, Cody, we're close to freezing our asses off and you're worrying
about a toothbrush?"
"They've got that stuff in the vending machines," Braden said.
"I'll give you money to get what you need," Coach said.  He paused for a
moment.  "Look, guys...I don't know how to say this, but...well, you guys have
to realize...young athletes...you're going to be prime targets in that
place.  You can't go ballistic if somebody makes a pass at you or says
something out of line, which will probably happen.  We are guests there, and
they're breaking the rules for us.  If someone makes a pass, just tell them
politely that you're not interested."
"What if we are?" Braden joked.
	"The other thing," Coach went on, ignoring Braden.  "Scott, you and Cody
will have to lie about your age when we check in.  I'll vouch that you're
eighteen and the guy said he won't ask for any ID."
	Back at the club they all registered separately.
	"Do I charge for two rooms and three lockers?" the clerk asked the manager.
	"No, just the two rooms."
	"Do you have anything you want to put in a lock box?" the man asked.  "It's
safer," he added.
	They offered their wallets and all but a few bucks of their money for the
man to lock up.  He gave the room keys to Coach and handed out towels and
blankets, then buzzed them inside to the lounge.
"Dam, look at that television," Scott said.
	"You can watch TV if you stick together," Coach said quietly.
	"I just want to find the shower and get warm," Cody said.
	Just then two guys came out of the locker area wearing only towels. They
eyed the boys with obvious interest.  Coach quickly gathered them around him
at the vending machines where they bought tooth brushes and one tube of
tooth paste, one razor and shaving cream and a stick of deodorant.  "Listen
up, guys while I show you around the place."  He took them to the workout
room first.	The boys
were impressed.
"Hey, this is nicer than back at school," one of them said.
"Yeah, they've got more equipment."
"You can work out if you want to but only in pairs.  Scott...Cody...if you
want to work out, you'll have to have Braden or Sean with you, just like
you're going to be sharing a room," Coach said.  "I guess I'm talking to
you, Sean; you're going to responsible for Scott or Cody."
"I'll take Cody," Sean said.  "Nothing against you, Scott, I just think Cody
will make a better bunk-mate," he added, laughing.  Nobody was surprised;
Sean was always looking out for Cody, like a little brother.
"Okay, Scott will be with me, and Braden is on his own. The showers are
right over there and you can use the Jacuzzi.  But only in pairs. Nobody
goes anywhere alone, not even to the rest room.  Except you, Braden, you're
on your own.  The rest of us stick together.  The steam room and the sauna
are off limits to all of you. That includes you, Braden...stay out of the
steam room and the sauna."
"Somebody needs to pay the light bill," Cody said.
"They've got the lights turned out for some kind of black-out party," Braden
said.
"Which makes it all the more important that you don't venture anywhere by
yourself.  You never know what you might stumble into," Coach said.
Coach unlocked room 128 for Sean and Cody and gave Sean the key.
"Looks like you're sleeping on the floor, Cody," Sean drawled when he saw
the small bunk.
"I warned you, it'd be a tight fit," Coach said.  "Just remember how cold it
is out there and make the best of it."
"Just kidding, coach.  We'll fit," Sean said.  "Even if Cody has to sleep on
the bottom," he added, laughing.
"Keep your door shut," coach said firmly.
"Yes, sir," Sean said.
"Scott and I will be upstairs in room 230," Coach said. "Remember the room
number in case you need me. And keep your doors shut. You guys have been
eyed like prize bulls since we walked in."
When Coach took Scott upstairs to their room Braden headed back to the
lounge.
"See you guys in the morning," he said over his shoulder.
When Sean and Cody were settled into their room, Coach took Scott up the
back stairs to try to avoid walking up and down the hallways where the doors
were open and TVs showing the gay videos.  He was keenly aware of the looks
they got and he was glad to get the boy inside the room. There was barely
room for them to turn around but it was a safe haven.
"There's more room on the bed than there is on the floor," Scott said.
"Thank heaven for that."




                                                       Chapter Two

In room #128 Sean shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the hook and began
unbuttoning his shirt.
"Are we gonna take off all our clothes?" Cody asked.
"I don't usually sleep in my clothes," Sean said.  "Why, you got a problem
with that?  It's not like we've never seen each other naked before."
	"Yeah, I know. It just seems different."
"It is different. We're in a four-by-four box and we're by ourselves," Sean
said.  "You're taking the side against the wall."
"Afraid I'll fall out and bump my head?" Cody asked.
"No, I don't want anybody crawling in bed with us and you would probably let
them."
"Coach said to lock the door," Cody reminded him.
"No, he said to shut the door."
"Can you lock it?"  Cody asked.
"I gotta have it open a crack.  I can't stand small closed places," Sean
said.
"What if the coach comes by?"
	"I'll tell him I gotta have it open a crack because I can't stand small,
closed places."  Why did he have to get stuck with Cody, he thought. Not
that he minded, really; Cody needed somebody to look out for him sometimes,
and this was one of those times.  He wondered what Braden was doing.  Fuck,
probably wandering around the place, showing off his muscles and getting a
bunch of gays all hot and bothered with his big cock.  Maybe he could sneak
out after Cody went to sleep and meet up with Braden and check the place
out.  Maybe he would leave the door open a little and see what happened.
Cody was stalling, purposely fumbling with his shoe laces, to let Sean take
the lead. He wanted to see if Sean stripped down to the buff or left his
shorts on.  He slept naked at home and he wanted to here, especially with
Sean, but he couldn't unless Sean took everything off first.
Sean took the lead as he did in everything.  He unabashedly took off his
clothes just like they were in the locker room  It was no different, except
it was pretty close quarters and he and Cody were bumping into each other.
He didn't give it a thought when he was down to his shorts; he simply shoved
them down, stepped out of them ad kicked them up to snatch them out of the
air.
Cody was almost breathless as he watched the big athlete get completely
naked.  He was such a stud.  A stallion, really, with is big, oversized
cock.  It swung and jostled gently with every move and he wondered for the
thousandth time how oversized he was when he was hard.
"You need some help?" Sean asked dryly as he waited on Cody to get his
clothes off.
"No, why're you waiting on me?"
"Cause I don't want you climbing over the top of me to get to your side of
the bunk," Sean said.
"It's not like I'm gonna crush you," Cody said.
"You get on top of me, I'm afraid you won't want to get off," Sean growled,
laughing.
"That's more than a crack," Cody said, nodding toward the half open door.
Sean glanced to the side as he was aware of someone standing in the hall
against the opposite wall, watching through the very wide crack in the door.
  He looked and made eye contact with the guy and their eyes never wavered.
The guy was a good looking son-of-a-bitch, young, maybe in his mid-twenties
and built a lot like Sean himself.  He wondered if the guy would venture
into the room if he opened the door a tiny bit more.  Not yet, he thought.
They needed to find the showers.
Sean wrapped his towel around his waist and when Cody was finally naked he
handed him his towel. "Here, put this on, let's go get under the shower and
get you warmed up," he said.
"Man, that sounds great, if you think its safe," Cody said.
"Anybody tries anything, they'll have to come through me," Sean said.
Sean caught the guy's eye again as he and Cody left their room.  It wasn't
an okay kind of look but definitely a hopeful one that passed between them.
Cody followed Sean down the hallway and into the wet area where the showers,
Jacuzzi and the steam room and sauna were located.  In the showers, he
reached over and turned on the last one for Cody then took the one next to
him.
"Awww, mann, this feels good," Cody said in a shaky voice.  "I'm so cold my
bones are cold."
Sean saw that they had attracted some attention.  There were suddenly a half
dozen guys milling around the wet area, obviously trying to get a look at
them in the showers.  One of the more bold ones took the shower next to
Sean, and three more guys followed his lead to fill up the shower room.
"Are you guys the wrestlers?" the man asked.
	"Yeah," Sean replied politely.  He was tense inside, on his guard.  He
didn't know what to expect from any of these guys and he half expected the
guy to reach out for him.
	"Did you win?" the guy asked.
	"He won his weight class," Sean said proudly, nodding to Cody.
	"How about you?"
	"No, I got my ass pinned in the final match," Sean said.
	The man looked up and down his naked, muscular body.  "It's hard to imagine
anyone could take you down," he said.
	"It happens," Sean said.
	"What is your weight class?" another of the guys asked.
	"He's one-twenty to one-thirty.  I'm one-ninety-one to two-hundred."  He
could see a couple of the guys were watching Cody. Really watching him.
Fuck, like a bunch of vultures drooling over fresh-killed meat. He decided
he should get him back to the room.  "You about warmed up, buddy?" he asked.
	"Yeah."
	Sean turned off Cody's shower then his own and they stepped out of the
shower area where their towels were hanging.  Again, he stood between Cody
and the men as they dried off.  Cody seemed to be completely oblivious to
the attention they were attracting.  Sean wasn't.  It was pretty hard to be
oblivious when he saw the way these guys were looking at them.  One man's
mouth dropped and he looked like he couldn't breathe when Cody cocked one
foot up on the bench and bent over to dry his legs.  Yeah, nice view, Sean
thought; Cody had a great, tight little butt.
	As they came to their room, Sean saw that the guy was back, or hadn't left
his post outside their room.  They glanced at each other again as Sean
unlocked their door.  As she let Cody go in ahead of him he glanced back at
the guy again.
Cody took off his towel and crawled up on the bed and stretched out against
the wall.
"You gotta give me more room than that," Sean said.
"I'm already hugging the wall," Cody said.
"Hug it a little tighter, that's better than hugging me."
Cody didn't know if Sean was only kidding or if he was just being Sean. He
growled a lot when he talked, but nobody took it seriously, unless he was
mad, of course, then everybody stayed out of his way.  It was the only smart
thing to do; nobody in his right mind would want to tangle with all of those
muscles.
	Sean unfolded one of the blankets and laid it over Cody's naked body.
	"Thanks."
Sean got in bed and stretched out but there wasn't enough room for his wide
back and broad shoulders, lying on his back.  Cody quickly turned onto his
side, facing him to give him more room.  Sean pulled his own blanket up and
settled in with his eyes on the crack of the door and the guy still leaning
against the opposite wall.
"You're not gonna kill me if I accidentally get against you, are you?" Cody
asked.  "When I go to sleep, I don't know what I might do and I don't want
you tossing me out in the hallway."
Sean laughed.  "I wouldn't toss that tight little ass of yours out in the
hallway; it'd be like tossing a lamb to the wolves.  You wouldn't last five
minutes out there.  Besides, I want your tight little ass in here, all to
myself," he added, laughing.
Cody was struggling to keep his back against the wall and not touch Sean.
"Just turn over and face and wall and it'll be okay if we touch.  It'll be
through the blankets anyway.  I just don't want you wrapped around me," Sean
said.
Cody tuned over on his side facing the wall and pulled the blanket up around
his neck.
Sean was feeling the hype of his hormones, causing a gentle tingling down
between his legs. He'd never imagined being in a situation like this and he
was curious.  Something made him not want to let the opportunity slip past
him. The guy in the hallway was being patient, or maybe he was scared.  Sean
appreciated his patience but he didn't want him to be scared of him.
Sean reached over and tucked Cody's blanket in around his face and felt the
boy still shaking.
	"Dam, you're still cold?"
	"I've never been so cold in my life," Cody said. "I can't stop shaking."
	Cody felt cold to the touch and Sean felt sorry for him.  Suddenly he
jerked their blankets off and flung Cody's blanket out over the both of
them.
"What're you doing?" Cody asked with a frown.
	"Getting you warm," Sean said.  "If we double up the blankets we'll create
some body heat."  He spread the other blanket over the first and pulled it
up over both of them.  Then without hesitation he rolled over on his side
and spooned his body snugly against Cody's.
	"You tell anybody about this, I'll break both your legs," he warned.  "Fuck
you are freezing."
	They lay snuggled together and Cody began to settle into a warm calm.
"I wish they would turn off that goddam music, or turn it down," Sean said.
"I don't think it's going to bother me much," Cody said.  "I'm starting to
get warm and that's gonna make me sleepy."
Sean pressed the entire length of his body against him to give him more
warmth.  It should have felt weird; it was the first and only time he'd ever
touched his body to another guy like this. But he felt like a big brother to
Cody.  He felt more than that at the moment with his naked body curved
against Cody's, his cock pressed against the younger boy's butt, but he
quickly put it out of his mind.
"Thanks, Sean, for taking care of me," Cody said hoarsely.
	"It's no big deal; you're like a little brother to me," Sean said.
	"I wish I had you for a big brother," Cody said.
	"You do," Sean told him.
	"You're such a stud," Cody said.
	"I know."
	"What would you think if I told you this was giving me a hardon," Cody
said.
	"You just better hope I don't get a hardon," Sean joked, pressing his
manhood against Cody's backside.
They were quiet, and the guy continued to keep his vigil in the hallway.
Sean wondered if Cody was asleep. After a while longer he was pretty sure he
was, and he was warmed, and Sean carefully and gently moved away from him.
Part of him didn't care if he was asleep.  He had to find out what it was
all about out there, Cody be damned.  He could make him keep quiet about it;
all it would take was a simple threat.  He reached out carefully with his
foot and cracked the door another couple of inches.  They guy waited a
moment then stepped up to the door and pushed it open a little more, very
cautiously.  When Sean didn't try to close it, he opened it further and came
inside the room.  Sean put his finger to his lips and the guy nodded.
The man put his hand on Sean's leg, rubbing it up and down his thigh,
working his hand under the blanket. Sean slung his leg over the edge of the
mattress, out from under the blanket, to give him room and an invitation.
Excitement surged through him as the man found and hefted his balls and
squeezed them gently.  Sean's already fluffed up cock was loosing its
fluffiness and growing into a big hardon.  The man found it before it was
completely hard and moaned softly as he squeezed the rubbery flesh.  With
his other hand he lifted the blanket and laid it aside, exposing him in all
his manly glory.
"Wow!" he whispered.
Sean frowned and put his finger to his lips again. Maybe it wasn't a good
idea after all, letting the guy come in the room.  One of them was bound to
make noise and wake Cody up.  He raised up and swung his legs over the edge
of the mattress and stood down from the bunk.  He reached for his towel and
motioned that they should step out of the room.  He checked his arm for the
rubber band with the room key then quietly closed the door behind them.
"I don't want to wake him up," he whispered.
"My room's right here," the man said, nodding to an open door almost
directly opposite Sean's room.
Sean nodded and followed the man inside.  He closed the door most of the way
then immediately began groping the front of Sean's towel.
"That feels incredible," he said.  "It looked pretty incredible in the
showers, too."
"Are we going to leave the door open?" Sean asked.
"It could prove interesting," the man said.  "Don't worry, we can close it
if your buddy wakes up and shows himself."
Sean undid his towel and took it off.
"My Godd!" the man gasped.  "Do they grow all their wrestlers like this
where you come from?"
"We never had anybody throw rocks at us," Sean said.
The man urged Sean to lie across the bunk, his legs slung over the edge of
the mattress. His stomach was aflutter and his stiffening cock tingled with
anticipation.
"My name's Rick, by the way," the man said.
	"Sean," he said, putting out his hand.
Rick was moving his hands up and down Sean's thighs, squeezing the hard
muscles, then up to his stomach, digging his thumbs into his hard abs.
"Geezuss, you're like a rock," he said.
"Most wrestlers are pretty solid," Sean said.
Rick reached on up and squeezed his pecs and flicked his nipples
"Uhhnn," Sean gasped.
The guy was going to do it.  Sure as he was standing there in front of him,
feeling him up, Rick was going to go down on him.  He was going to get his
cock sucked!  The imagination fueled his anticipation and his anticipation
stoked the flames of his raging imagination.  One feeding off the other, he
was soon so hot and excited that he couldn't lie still.  He reached out and
touched the man's arm, to urge him to get on with it.  The arm was solid
muscle, so big he couldn't get his hand even a third of the way around the
bicep. And that sent another strange thrill down Sean's spine, that such a
muscular stud would be doing this to him.  The man's very masculine, macho
appearance made it somehow more all right.
Someone strolled past the door, pausing to peer inside, but he didn't come
in.  Sean was a little disappointed.
Rick bent over and Sean could feel his hot breath.  His anticipation soared,
screaming through his brain.  "Do it!" he screamed silently.  "Just do it!
Get your mouth on it and suck it!"
But he didn't.  He kissed Sean's thigh, moving his lips downward, over his
knees, to the bulge of his calf muscle.  Then he kissed back up the inside
of his other leg till his face smashed against his balls.  He kissed down
the inside of the other leg and back up, this time lifting his balls to
nuzzle under them.
"Ohhhhh," Sean moaned softly.  Godd, do it!  His cock was so hard now.  So
engorged with blood it felt like it might burst.
Another man came by the door, then another, and another One of them moved on
but the others paused to watch.  Sean wondered why none of them came inside.
Rick by-passed his cock, kissed around his hip and up across the deep
muscled ridges of his abs.  He trailed his tongue up to his chest and kissed
his thick pecs, lingering with his mouth over his nipples.
"Ohhh," Sean moaned again as the man sucked on his tits.  They were quickly
swollen hard and so sensitive to the man's flicking tongue.  It made Sean
wonder if that's what a girl felt when he sucked on her nipples.
Rick made a wet trail back down Sean's stomach, around his hip and nuzzled
under his balls again.
"Awww!"  Sean moaned as his balls were pulled into the wet heat of the man's
mouth.  "Ohh, Geezusss!" he gasped as Rick sucked and licked and bounced
them around on his tongue.  "Awww, suck it!" he whispered softly.  "Get on
it...suck my cock...!"  Geezuss, was he ever going to do it!  Just do it!
Suddenly he felt the man's hot breath on his cock a second before he felt
the wet heat envelope the head.
"Ohh...Awwwwhhh, Fuck!"  he gasped aloud.  The man's lips slid down, down,
down the tall shaft of his cock, till the head was smashed against the back
of his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down the shaft, lavering the head
with his tongue. Sean could feel his ball-juice flowing and the man lapped
it up.  His tongue felt like fine, soft sandpaper on his cockhead.  He
sucked him gently, almost lovingly.  Sean felt like he was being worshipped.
  The man at the door inched inside a little for a better view.  Rick waved
him in and Sean felt the guy's hand on his leg.  Rick moved aside a little
and a moment later, the newcomer had Sean's balls in his mouth.  Rick had
obviously been taught to share.  When the second man came up for air, Rick
got off his cock and offered it to him.
"Holy Shit!" the man gasped when he saw Sean's huge, hard cock.  "How big is
this thing!"
"Big enough," Rick said.
Sean thought it would be great to have both of them work on his cock at the
same time, and he got his wish.  They two men lapped at his cock from both
sides, taking turns sucking it.  Sean was squirming and writhing on the bed
and thrusting his cock up into whichever eager mouth he could find. He
wondered if one of them could go all the way down on it; if it was possible
to take his cock all the way.  He put his hand gently on the back of the
Rick's head but he recoiled and raised up.
"I can't take it all the way, you're so big," he whispered.
"I can," the other man said.
He didn't sound like he was totally convinced himself, but he was determined
to try and Sean wanted to give him a chance to prove himself.  But Rick
wasn't giving way.  He stayed bent over, sucking his cock.
"Let him try," Sean said quietly.
Rick raised up and stepped aside to let the other man bend over Sean's
middle.
"My Godd!" the man gasped as he wrapped his hand around the big 	"Yeah,
still think you can take him?" Rick asked.
"If it kills me," the man said.  "Fuck, is this real? I can't even get my
hand around it."  He bent over and went down on Sean's huge cock; down,
down, down, till the head was smashed against the back of his throat like it
had Rick's throat, but this guy pressed on.  There was a tight constriction
around the head and Sean held out little hope that his cock would fit into
anything so tight.  But the man pressed on, twisting his head around as if
to attain the right angle and make it fit.  Then he took him.  The head of
Sean's cock popped through the opening and sank up into the tight glove of
the man's throat.
"Awwwwwhhhhhhhhh!  Awwwwwhhh, fuck!" Sean moaned.  It was better than any
pussy he'd ever shoved his cock into!  So hot and tight and alive.  The
man's throat muscles were milking the full length of his cock.  Sean held
his breath till his lungs ached, till the man raised up and began swirling
his tongue around the head again.  He finally had to let his breath out.
"OHhhh, Geezussss, how did you do that!  Got, it was incredible!"
"You haven't seen incredible yet, has he?" the man said to Rick as he closed
the door completely.
"Not if you mean he's going to fuck us," Rick said.
Sean raised his head; his mouth dropped and he blinked with surprise.
"F-fuck...you?"
"Speak for yourself, I can't take that thing," the man said.
"How can you pass up a challenge like that?" Rick said as he was uncapping a
large tube of KY.  He motioned for Sean to get off the bunk.
Sean stepped down, his cock swaying like a battering ram.
"Godd, I don't believe that thing," the other man said as he knelt down to
suck him again.
Sean didn't how, if Rick couldn't take him down his throat, how he was going
to take his cock up his ass.  Rick got on his knees on the bed to put the KY
between his buns. Then he squeezed some lube onto Sean's throbbing cock
after the other man reluctantly gave it up.  Sean stepped up on the bed
behind him.  Rick bent over with his head and shoulders in the mattress, his
butt offered to the young wrestler.  Sean was shaky inside with the
excitement of this new adventure, wondering how it would play out.  He set
the head of his cock squarely against the slick hole and nudged forward.
There was some give but it didn't go in.  He pushed again.
The other man, standing beside the bed, cupped his hand around Sean's taut
butt.  "You're going to have to give it some power from back here to
penetrate him," he said.
Sean tried a couple more times but all he felt was the stretch and give of
the muscles surrounding Rick's asshole.  The hole itself wouldn't open, but
only pushed back at him.
	"Fuck if he's that tight, I'm gonna rip him in two," Sean said.
	"That's a risk he's willing to take, otherwise, he wouldn't be spread out
in front of you like this," the man said.
	Sean wondered why Rick wasn't saying anything but he took his silence as
consent.  He clasped his hands around Rick's hip bones and pulled his hips
back as he shoved forward at the same time.  There was a struggle with the
tight hole trying do defend it's hidden treasure, but suddenly, it popped
open and the head of Sean's cock disappeared in Rick's ass.
	Rick choked on his gasp and gripped the sides of the mattress.
"Give him a minute to get used to it," the other man said, still caressing
Sean's butt. The guy had become the instructor, and Sean was willing to do
what he told him.  "It's not a straight chute in, like the pussies you're
used to," the man told him.  "You're going to encounter obstacles that you
have to maneuver around, till your cock bores itself a pathway."
When he felt the man's pressure on his butt, Sean shoved in a little deeper,
oblivious, now, of	Rick's gasping moans.  He gaped down at the guy's
once-tiny asshole distended unmercifully around the thick girth of his cock.
  When he pushed, the muscle stretched inward.
"Oh, Goddd!"  Rick gasped aloud
Sean held still.  "Do you want me stop?  Or pull out?" he asked.
"No," Rick replied emphatically.  "I only want to go through this once."
Sean took his time entering him.  Several times his cock touched something
in the way and he had to maneuver around it.  Deeper and deeper he went,
gouging out everything in his way, and he wondered what possible pleasure
Rick could get from being impaled on his huge cock.  With great relief and
satisfaction, he shoved the final inches though Rick's clenching hole.
"Awwwhhhhhh!"  Rick groaned.
"You've got it all, man," Sean said.
"Yes, I just wonder where the hell you put it," Rick gasped.
Sean held still, satisfied for the moment with Rick's asshole squeezing and
milking his cock.
"How's that feel?" the other man asked Sean.  "Have you ever fucked another
guy?
"I never did anything with another guy.  You guys are my first.  But it
feels great.  Better any pussy.  Ohhhh, shit, when he squeezes my cock...he's
so hot and tight...hell, he's alive in there."
"Spoken like a true straight-eight," the man said.
"Can I, uh...fuck you now?" Sean asked.
"Yes. Please, slow and easy at first," Rick said.
Sean was gentle as a lamb as he pumped his cock in slow-motion in and out of
Rick's ass.
"Ohhh...Awwwwhhh, that's good," he moaned.  "Fuck, it feels like I'm
sticking my cock in a bag of mush or warm honey."
As Rich became accustomed to the big intruder, he began pushing his butt
back onto Sean's cock.  Their pace picked up, with soft noises of Rick's
butt smacking against Sean's thighs.
"Ohhh...OH, My Godd!...Oh, My Goddd!...fuck me...fuck, me, you big stud!"
"Gladly," Rick said and he clasped his hands around Rick's hip bones and set
his own hips in motion.
"Ohh, Yesss...OHhh, fuck, that feels so good," Rick moaned.
Sean had good staying power but he was amazed that he was lasting so long;
he'd never felt anything like this before.  He wanted to do it different,
like with Marge Anderson; she liked to get it in every position known to man
and she said Sean was the only guy who could last long enough to take her
through all the positions.
"Could we, uh...change positions?" he asked as he slowed his pace.  "Like on
your back?"
"I've been waiting for that," Rick said as he hunkered forward off of Sean's
cock.  "They all want to fuck like a girl."
"No, it's not that...hell, nobody's gonna mistake you for a girl...I just
wanta see your face when I fuck you."
"Honey-stud, you can fuck me any way you want.  I'll stand on my head if you
want me to."  He laid back and put his legs on Sean's shoulders and brought
his butt up to position.  Sean entered him again and hunkered up over him
till he was bent in half under him.
"Fuck, take it easy, it goes in deeper in this position," Rick told him.
It was so good Sean's head was swimming.  Every girl he'd ever fucked
complained after about two minutes in this position; they said he was going
too deep. Except for one, Marge Anderson, and she about fucked his brains
out.  Rick's ass was opening up nicely, too.  He liked it tight but he also
liked a little give and take, and Rick's ass was giving and taking.  He
thrust in deep, straight down, then switched gears and went straight in.  He
buried his cock to the hilt and twisted his hips around in circles.  That
drove Rick crazy.
"Ohhh...OHHHH...Awwhhhhh...Hhhhhh, yesss...do that...Awwwh, Godd, you're cock
is so big and wonderful."  He liked, it too, when Sean thrust straight down
into his ass.  "AAAWWwwhhhh, what're you drying to do, nail me to the bed?"
he cried.





                                       Chapter Three

Across the hall, Cody was waking up.  He had to take a piss in the worst
way.  He raised up, startled that he was alone in the room.  Where the hell
was Sean!  Maybe he went to the restroom. He stood down from the bunk and
opened the door a crack.  He stuck his head out and peered up and down the
hall.  He didn't have a room key, which meant he couldn't go piss without
leaving the room unlocked.  Well, he didn't have anything of any value in
the room, except for his clothes, and he doubted anybody would steal those.
He wished Sean were there with him, though.  He was half scared to leave the
room.  But he really had to piss and he was acting like a baby wanting his
mommy instead of a champion wrestler.  He grabbed his towel and wrapped it
around his waist and stepped out in the hallway. He pulled the door mostly
shut so it would look like it was closed, and headed for the rest room.  A
man coming down the hallway followed him in.  Cody fumbled with his towel as
he stepped up to one of the urinals.  It was awkward trying to hold it on so
he let it fall from his waist and held it at his side.
	"Dam! Nice butt!" the man said as he stepped up to the urinal next to him.
	Cody looked straight ahead, his face flushed warm with embarrassment. He
couldn't piss.  His cock just hung out, dead and dry.  He shut his eyes and
tried to relax to get the flow started.
	"Dam, nice everything," the man said, glancing boldly at Cody's cock.
	At long last the flow of piss started and Cody was able to relax more. Just
then another man came into the rest room and whistled as he stepped up on
the other side of Cody.
	"You're one of the wrestlers," the first man said.
	"Yeah."
	"How old are you?" he asked.
	"Seventeen."
	"Oh.  Too bad."  With that he stepped back and walked out.
	The other guy stayed, gazing down at Cody's cock.  "I'm in room 224.  Come
on up."
	Cody had never felt so conspicuous and uneasy being naked.  He felt almost
cold inside.  He didn't look around at the guy or say anything.  The man
lingered for a moment then left, Cody supposed to go up to his room.  Cody
was relieved to see him go.  When he was finally done pissing, Cody wrapped
his towel around his waist.  He wanted to scout around the place and see if
he could find Sean but he hurried back to his room instead.  He closed the
door with great relief and felt safe again, but wondering in the back of his
mind why the guy wanted him to come up this room.  He had a pretty good
idea...he knew about gays...but he didn't know exactly. Maybe he should go
and find out.  But if Sean came back and found him gone, or if the coach
came by to check on them, there would be hell to pay.  He should have gone
on out to the lounge to see if Braden was there.  He could help him find
Sean. Shit, he was acting like a baby again.  Sean was probably in the
Jacuzzi, or maybe he had gone down to the weight room to work out.
Cody crawled in bed and pulled the blanket up around is neck. The more he
lay in the soft darkness thinking about Sean, the greater his suspicions
became. He was probably off with some guy having the time of his life.
Braden was probably doing the same thing. If they wanted that, they didn't
have to go find some strange guy in a gay men's club.  Scott was probably
the only one staying out of trouble and that was only because he was in a
room with the coach. Maybe he should do the same thing; go down to the sauna
or sneak upstairs and see what the blackout party was all about.  But he
didn't have the guts to venture out.
The words of the guys in the rest room still rang in his ear. Nice butt!
Nice everything.  You're one of the wrestlers.  Yeah.  How old are you.
Seventeen.  Too bad.  Come on up to room 224.
He wished he could go down to the weight room and work out, but Coach had
stressed that he had to have somebody with him.  Where the hell was Sean?




Chapter Four

All the while Sean was fucking Rick, the other man was standing in close to
watch as he stroked his cock with one hand and felt Rick's and Sean's
muscles with the other.  Suddenly he climbed up on the bed and stood
astraddle Rick, facing Sean with his cock sticking out of his fist.
"Wanta suck it?" he said.
Sean did a double-take and reared back like he'd been smacked in the face,
which he very nearly was by the big cock.  He shook his head but the man
didn't take no for an answer.  He put his hand on Sean's head to try to give
him his cock but Sean jerked back.
"You've got it wrong.  I'm straight," Sean said.
"Nobody's holding that against you," the man said.  "Some of the best blow
jobs I ever had were from straight guys."
"Not this straight guy," Sean said firmly.
"I know what you need," the man said as he leaned over to get something off
the TV shelf.
Sean didn't know what it was but he knew he wasn't going to suck the guy's
cock, or any other cock.  Still, he had to admit, there was a strange
attraction to the big, thick hunk of meat sticking out at him.  It was maybe
the first time he had ever noticed another guy's cock up close and he had to
admit, the guy had a nice one.  There was ball juice glistening in the wide
slit.  The guy held a small, uncapped bottle down to his nose.  He reared
back away from it.  He was about to get pissed; the guy was interrupting the
best fuck of his life and he wasn't going to suck his cock.  But the bottle
was under his nose for the couple of seconds it took for him to get a whiff
of aroma and a faint idea of its effects.  When the man offered him the
bottle again, his curiosity had surfaced and he didn't turn his head away.
"Ah, yeah, you wanta try it, don't you?" the man said as he held the bottle
snugly to one nostril while he closed the other nostril.
Sean took in a breath then reared back from the bottle.  "Whew! What is it?"
he asked, shaking his head.
"Poppers.  Take another one," the man said.  "You need to take it in both
sides."
The first one was feeling good enough that he wanted the second dose.  He
sucked in deep when the man gave him the bottle again, and still another
breath when he moved it back to the other side of his nose.  It kicked in
like a hurricane, picking up momentum by the second till his head was
spinning and he was feeling hot all through.  His cock throbbed painfully
inside Rick's ass and it felt like he was going to come.  But it was just a
feeling.  He kept right on fucking while the feeling was still there.
The man stood in front of him again, his hands on his hips, his cock
sticking out.  "It's yours if you want it," he said.  "I'm not going to try
to force you."
Sean looked up at him with a scowling grin.  "Like you could," he said.
"Yeah, like I could.  Like I have to," the man said.
	Okay, the guy was being sort of an asshole but he was a damned good looking
asshole with a damned good looking cock and for some damned reason Sean's
mouth was starting to water so bad he had to swallow his spit.  Must be the
poppers making his mouth water.   Rick's ass was feeling awfully good around
his cock.  It seemed to take on a life of its own, and his ass and Sean's
cock were having their own little love affair.  Sean's brain was frying and
his thinking process shifted to his balls and all he could think about was
sex and cock and ass and feeling good and cock......and cock...
	He was having a hard time holding his head on his shoulders.  Intentional
or not, he closed his eyes and let his head loll back and forth, his mouth
slack.  He felt the slickness and the heat of the man's cock against his
lips and he didn't have the will to turn away from it.  He couldn't even
tighten his lips against it.  It was self-lubricated from its own pre-come
and it slid into his mouth with the greatest of ease.  He let his jaw go
slack and the man shoved nearly all of his cock in his mouth...then all of
it...right into his throat.
"Aww, fuck, he's taking it right down his throat," the man groaned.
Godd, it was like being struck by lightning from all sides.  He was
stupefied at what was happening...what he was doing.  His cock was tingling
and aching at the same time and the man's cock in his mouth tasted and felt
so good and he was sucking cock for the first time.  Hell, the man was
fucking his throat and moaning and Rick was groaning under him and he was
groaning himself as the guy pumped his cock in and out o his mouth.  He gave
himself up to ride the wave of intense pleasure that threatened to consume
him.  Suddenly it did consume him. Lust seared his brain and his cock
swelled up like a steel rod and he wanted to come so bad.  He had a faint
realization that Rick was coming and that triggered his own climax.  In
those final frenzied moments he went out of his mind.  He raised up,
thrusting his cock in and out of Rick's ass like a jack-hammer and the other
man stumbled toward him to keep his cock in his mouth and Sean clasped his
hands around the guy's tight butt to hold him in place.
As his lust shot out of him, his satisfaction attained, the poppers began to
wear off and he was faced with the awful reality that he had a cock in his
mouth! It jolted him to the core, so that he was unable to move for a
moment.  But as the man was pumping his cock furiously in and out of his
mouth, he grasped the situation and knew that the guy was about to come in
his mouth.  He reared back quickly, pulling his cock free of Rick's ass and
stumbled down off the bed.  The guy was groaning something awful as he shot
his load all over the wall and the bed.  Sean grabbed his towel and put it
around his waist and quickly escaped the room.
Outside, he pulled the door shut and stood there to take in a couple of deep
breaths.  He shook his head to clear his brain.  He glanced at the door of
his own room then quickly rushed away to the rest room.  He took some
mouthwash from the big glass tank and rinsed his mouth out a half dozen
times.  He used some liquid hand soap in his mouth and rinsed again.  He
raised up from the sink, slowly and deliberately.  He had to force his eyes
to focus on his image in the mirror.   He prayed that what he saw wasn't
real.  He avoided his own eyes except for a split second which scared the
hell out of him.  He had looked into his very soul.  "You fuckin' sucked
cock!" he whispered.
He couldn't go back to the room.  Cody would surely suspect something.  He
had to get calmed down first.  He headed for weight room.  There was nothing
like a good workout to clear his brain.





                                        Chapter Five

In the lounge there was one guy in a towel watching TV and another who was
dozed off.  Braden set his gym bag beside the couch and stretched out and
covered up with the blanket.  Sleep came pretty quick.  He was tired and he
was cold, a lethal combination for sleep.  He slept soundly.  When he came
awake some time later he could barely move. He tried to stretch his legs and
shoved his feet against somebody.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"That's okay," the guy said.
Braden started to raise up and winced with pain in his ribs and his back.
He sucked it up and shoved himself painfully to a sitting position.
"Dam, this is the most uncomfortable thing I ever slept on," he grumbled.
"The springs are coming through."
"Yeah, it does need to be replaced," the guy said.
Braden guessed him to be in his early twenties, good looking, nicely built
and nicely tanned.  He looked like he spent a lot of time in the gym, but
more as a fitness model.  Certainly, he had incredible abs.
"Are you one of the wrestlers?" the man asked.
"Yeah," Braden said, rubbing his back.
"We heard there was a wrestling team in the house."
"What'd they do, announce it on the intercom while I was asleep?"  Braden
asked.
"No, but word like that spreads," the man said. "I could tell you're one of
them."
"Oh?  How?"
"The way you're built.  That athletic jacket does nothing to hide your
build. And your thick neck."
Braden half smiled and winced again.
"The Jacuzzi is good for that," the man said.
"I don't have anyplace to put my clothes," Braden said.  I don't have a
room."
"Didn't they give you a locker?"
"No, everything's filled up."
"You're welcome to use my room," the man said.
"I don't think I'd better do that," Braden said, giving the guy a suspicious
side-glance.
"No, I meant you could use my room; have it to yourself.  I can find
something to keep me busy, wander around the place."
"I'm not going to take your room away from you," Braden said.
"Then you can use it for a place to put your gym bag and hang your clothes,"
the man said.
"That's still an imposition," Braden said.
"Okay, then you can share it. I know what you're no doubt thinking and it
could be hands off if that's the way you want it," the man assured him.
"I'm gay, but I'm not stupid.  Nobody in his right mind would try anything
with you, unless you wanted them to."
"Thanks, but if the coach comes looking for me, I would be in big trouble if
I was in somebody's room," Braden said.
"If you want, I'll leave word at the desk that you're in my room, by
yourself, so he'll know where to come looking for you.  He couldn't argue
with that, could he, if you were in the room by yourself?"
"Well...I guess...no, he couldn't argue with that."
"I'm Rob Whitaker, by the way," the man said, putting out his hand.
"Good to meet you," Braden said as they shook hands.
"I could tell you restrained your grip," Rob said with a smile.
"I've got a pretty powerful grip," Braden conceded.
Rob went to the desk then came back to take Braden to his room.  He let him
in and closed the door behind them.  There was barely room for the two of
them to move around.
"It's crowded, but they're only intended as one-man rooms," Rob said.
"Thanks for taking me in like this.  That bed looks damned inviting."
"You can hang your clothes on that hook.  We can put your bag down here
beside the bunk," Rob said.
Braden was keenly aware of Rob watching him as he took his clothes off.  It
wasn't like the admiring looks he got from guys in the locker room, but then
Rob was gay and he wondered if he was going to leave. He didn't want to ask
him.  It was his room, for chrissakes. What the hell, he was used to being
naked in front of other guys, why should this be any different.
There was a brief hesitation as Braden stood in his shorts.
"I thought...I was going to have the room to myself," Braden said.
"Yes...yes, or course, I was just getting you settled in," Rob said.  "Are
you coming down to the Jacuzzi?" he asked, opening the door.
"Yeah."
"I think I will," Braden said.
	"I'll wait outside."
	"No you...you don't have to do that," Braden said.  "It's not like no one's
ever seen me naked before." With that he shoved his shorts down and stepped
out of them and laid them on his bag.  Rob's eyes raked over him but when
Braden picked up his towel Rob opened the door.
They walked together to the wet area, past the showers and the sauna, to the
Jacuzzi.  It was empty.  Rob took off his towel and stepped down into the
swirling water.  Braden followed suit, under Rob's watchful eye.
"Dam, it's hot," he said.
"Ease into it," Rob said.  "You'll think you're going to boil your balls
till you get used to it."
Braden eased down into the water, inch by inch, till he was sitting on a
ledge opposite Rob, with the water up to his shoulders.
	"Aahhh, that feels good."  He stretched his legs out in front of him and
sank lower in the water till it was up around his neck.  Half-lying down,
his cock floated near the surface, lolling around with the water's current.
Rob was watching him and he didn't care.  Not much he could do about it
anyway unless he held his cock down with his hand and that would look
stupid.  Secretly, he wanted to go back to the guy's room, the both of them,
and see what might happen.
	"Would I offend you if I said you have a beautiful cock?" Rob said.
	Braden laughed.  "No, why would I be offended by such a compliment?"
	"Because I'm gay and you're straight and most straight guys would be
offended to the point of being violently defensive."
	"I'm straight, not homophobic," Braden said. "Nobody's ever said that to me
before, but I'm not offended."
	"You are also very confident and comfortable in your skin," Rob observed.
"And I have to wonder what it must feel like to live in a body like yours."
	"Pretty much the same as living in your body, I would guess," Braden said.
	"Guys like you always say that, like you don't have a clue about your
physical beauty."
	"Now I'm going to get defensive; nobody calls me beautiful," Braden joked.
	Rob's foot touched the inside of Braden's calf.  Braden started but when he
didn't move his leg, Rob moved his foot on up past his knee to the inside of
his thigh.
	"Does that offend you?" he asked with a soft smile.
	"If it did, I would do something about it," Braden said.  He liked the feel
of the guy's foot on his leg, moving higher and higher.  Rob hunkered down
deeper in the water till he was pressing his foot gently into Braden's
crotch.  Braden liked it.  He spread his legs wider.  Shit, he hoped to hell
Coach Colby didn't come down to the wet area.
	"You're going to make me get a hardon," Braden said.
"I was counting on that," Rob said.
"I'm sitting here wondering what would happen if my coach walks in here,"
Braden said.
"He left you on your own, you have to assume he thinks you can take care of
yourself," Rob said.
Braden laughed. "I'm not so sure he would think that if he walked in and saw
me sitting here with some guy's foot in my crotch."
"Well, the offer is still open to share the privacy of my room," Rob said.
"Are you still guaranteeing that it's still hands-off?"  Braden asked.
"If that's the way you want it," the man assured him.
"I don't know...I'm not so sure I would."
"Have you ever done anything with another guy?" Rob asked.
"No."
"I would be honored and very pleased to initiate you."
	"Well, I am dreading going back to that couch," Braden said.
	"There's no need to.  You'll have all the comforts of home in my room.
Plus some."
	Braden thought for a moment while Rob kept massaging his balls with his
foot.  It was feeling good, the intimacy as much as the raw physical
contact, and his cock was expanding by the minute.
	"All right," he said as he shoved himself up out of the water. His cock was
fluffed up, long and thick, swinging around like a hunk of sausage.  He
proudly displayed it to Rob and anyone else who came by.
	They dried off and headed back to Rob's room.  Inside, Rob crawled to the
far side of the bunk, closest to the wall.
"This is weird, I haven't slept with another guy since I was a little kid,"
Braden said as he hung up his towel.
"After the Jacuzzi, you'll be so sound asleep in a few minutes you won't
know from weird," Rob said.
As they snuggled under the blankets Braden tried to be careful not to touch
Rob but there just wasn't enough room for two men their size.  It soon
became awkward, trying to avoid touching.
"What say we deep-six the inhibitions and not worry about it," Rob said.
With that Braden felt more at ease if their arms or their legs or their feet
happened to touch.   "It's a lot warmer in here," he said.
"That ought to make you sleep good," Rob said.
Braden closed his eyes but his brain was still in overdrive.  Not that he
was having any particular thoughts that he could grab hold of; there were
things... thoughts that he couldn't make out, like they were in a fog.
Thoughts like, this wasn't something he ought to be doing...sleeping with a
strange guy in a gay men's club.  But Rob was a nice guy, and he wasn't
trying anything. Braden wondered if he would.  He said it would be hands-off
but Braden wished he would.  He knew he would if he encouraged him.  But
within minutes he was so drowsy he didn't give a dam one way or another.
"Fuck, I've never felt this sleep before," he said.
"Go to sleep," Rob said.  "I promise I won't touch you.  Well, maybe not
that, but I won't try anything."
"If Coach Colby..."
"Your coach isn't going to come pounding on the door; he doesn't know which
room you might be in, and the management sure as hell isn't going to conduct
a room-by-room search."
He slept like a baby; he didn't know for how long, but he knew he'd slept
good by the totally relaxed feeling when he woke up. He was shocked that he
was lying tightly against Rob's warm body.  He was even comfortably relaxed
lying spooned against Rob.  There was a blanket between them but he was
still wrapped around another guy.  He tensed, then, as he came fully awake.
Fuck, he had a hardon!  He was rock hard and he was lying smack up against
Rob's backside.  Not only that, his cock was laying against Rob's butt!  He
started to move away and the blanket pulled away exposing their bodies
skin-to-skin.  The warmth of Rob's bar body was a good feeling that kept him
there.  Rob was asleep, what would it hurt to lie there and let his cock
throb against his butt.  It felt good and he was sure Rob wouldn't mind.
Yeah, another man's body felt good against him.  Even if Rob woke up, what
was so unusual about a guy with a morning hardon, and Braden didn't figure
the guy would mind having a big hard cock smashed against his butt.
He was lying there in a hazed contentment when he flinched with surprise.
He waited...there it was again...Rob's butt muscles clenching, flexing against
his cock. Maybe it was a sleep reflex.  He held perfectly still except for
his cock throbbing, which he couldn't do anything about. Again, Rob's butt
muscles tightened against his cock, one side then the other, then back and
forth.  That was no sleep reaction.  Maybe he was having a dream; a gay
dream.
Braden squirmed in his position, causing his cock to slide against Rob's
back side and the immediate reaction was Rob's butt flexing against his cock
again. The thoughts in his head were clearing up, making more
sense...scaring him.  But his curiosity was stronger than his fear.  He
tightened his abs against Rob's back and squirmed ever-so-slightly to cause
his cock to move along the crack of Rob's ass.  He had done this one time
with a friend when they were kids and used to stay overnight at each other's
houses.  His friend liked to move his cock back and forth between Braden's
thighs from the back and he liked to rub his cock in the crack of his
buddy's ass.  Nothing ever came of it; they were even too young to come.
They seemed to be squirming at the same time and as Braden drew back to
adjust his position, his cock poked squarely at Rob's ass.  Rob didn't
flinch and he didn't move away.  Then Braden made the most amazing discovery
of all when he moved again; nudging the head of his cock gently against the
guy's split buns he felt the warm slickness there.  He tested again.
Motherfuck, he's lubed up!   That could only mean one thing!  He wants me to
fuck him!
Braden's his head went into a spin, like he was about to black out.  It was
incomprehensible.  He couldn't be doing this...he shouldn't even be in this
guy's room, let along poking his cock into the slickness between the guy's
buns. But a change had come over him in that short time that begun in the
Jacuzzi with the guy's foot in his crotch; a transformation of sorts.  The
old Braden would have bolted and run, scared out of his little-boy wits.
But the old Braden had vanished sometime during his sleep and a new, braver,
bolder, more curious Braden had emerged.
	Boldly, he tightened his butt muscles to push his cockhead between Rob's
buns.  Rob pushed back!  Oh, God...he wants me to fuck him.!!  He pushed
again and his cock slipped off target.  He jumped at the feel of Rob's hand
around it.
	"Oh, Geezusss!"  Rob swore softly he guided him to his asshole.
Braden was afraid he was scared of his size but he was guiding it between
his buns. Braden followed his lead willingly, till the head of his cock was
lodged firmly against Rob's asshole.  Then, as if on cue, they both applied
pressure and the inevitable happened.  His steel-hard cock wasn't going to
give any ground, and Rob's asshole was totally vulnerable, completely at the
mercy of the huge cock.  Suddenly, the tiny aperture spread open and
welcomed his cock inside.
	"Hhhoo!" he gasped with surprise.  "OOhhhhhhh!" he moaned softly as he sank
his cock deeper and deeper into the tight, hot hole.
	"Oh My Godd!"  Rob gasped.  "Ohh, Geezusss...you're so big!"
Braden stopped.  "Yeah...is it too much?"
	"No.  Oh, no...it could never be too big.  Just go easy and slow till it's
all the way in and I get used to it."
	"Ready for more?"  Braden asked.
	"Yesss."
	Braden didn't know for sure how much cock there was left to go but it felt
like a lot.  He inched deeper and hit something.  He twisted his hips to
maneuver around it.  Rob gasped and moaned but made no move away from him.
	"Is it okay?" he asked.
	"Yess...Big!  Goddd, how much more?"
	"I don't know...three, four inches, maybe."
	"My Godd, how big are you?  It feels like you're hitting my lungs already."
	"I can stop," he said, easing back on the pressure.  "It's about ten
inches; you've got most of it."
	"Ohh, Goddd, ten inches!  I've never even seen a cock that big, let alone
had one shoved in my ass."
	"I can stop," Braden said again.  "You don't have to take all of it."
	"Oh, I want it...every throbbing inch of it...all ten inches...I'll take it
if it kills me."
	"Hey, it's not a challenge or anything," Braden said.
	"Oh, yes...a ten-inch cock is a challenge.  Please...please, don't pull
back ...give it to me...all of it..."
	"Okay, you asked for it."  He clenched his butt and hunkered forward,
burying the final inches of his cock deep in the guy's ass till his thighs
and stomach were pressing against him.
	"OOHhhhhhhh!  Ohhh, Goddd, that is so wonderful!   Ohhh...ohhhh, you big
stud!  Ohhhhh...Ohhh, godddd...fuck me...fuck meeeee..."
	"Yeah, hell yeah, I'll fuck you,"  Braden said.
	He eased back then shoved back in, causing Rob to groan again.  He did it
again and again, till it sounded like Rob's moans were more from pleasure
than pain.  He fucked him with all the power he had in his butt and abs and
thighs that propelled his cock into the clenching hole.  He fucked him
harder and harder till gradually he had pushed him down flat and was on top
of him.  Rob spread his legs out and he hunkered up between them.
	"Ohhh. Goddd, yessss. That's good this way..."
	"Fuck, feels like I'm gonna drill right through the mattress," Braden said.
  He fucked and twisted his hips around and probed to find a new spot, a new
feeling each time.
	"Yesss...YEsss, There!"
	He probed again to find the spot that had made Rob cry out.  It felt firm
but spongy to the touch.  He shoved against it, slid his cock across it,
causing Rob to choke on his outcries.
	"There, I guess?"  he asked.
	"Ohhh, you found it...ohhh, fuck it,...move your cock back and forth across
that spot...Yesss, like that!...OHhhh...OHhhhh.OHhhhhh, you stud!  Where did
you learn how to fuck like this?"
	"It's the first time I ever fucked like this," he said.  "There's so many
different feelings in there, it's like I gotta find them all."
	"Keep searching, stud," Rob told him.
	It wasn't like any girl he'd ever fucked.  A girl's pussy was a straight
shoot in and back out.  It stretched to the size of his cock and usually got
pretty loose   after awhile, but there was nothing different from one stroke
to the other.  Rob's ass was an adventure.  It was tight one minute, loose
and pliable the next.  His cock slid across one spot one time then found
another exciting surface that engulfed it the next.  What was really
different was that, unlike the girls he fucked, Rob was fucking him back,
big time. He wasn't just lying there taking it.  Even his asshole was
responding, squeezing and milking his cock all the way in to the tip.
	"OHhh...Hoohh, yeah do that," Braden moaned.  "Ohhhh, that feels so good
when your ass squeezes my cock."
Rob squeezed some more and Braden bore through the deep, tight confines of
his ass.   "I lost the spot," he said as he probed to find the spot that
made Rob groan and cry out.  "Ahhh there it is...is that it?"
"Uhhnnnn...Ohhhnnnnn...OHhh, yesss...ohh, you found it...ohh, fuck me...keep
fucking me right there...you're gonna make me come.!
"Can I come in you?"
"Yessss.  Fill me up with your hot stud-come.  Make me feel it."
He pistoned his cock in and out of the man's hole, taking careful angle and
aim to pound his joy spot.  Rob threw his head back and choked on his groans
each time he thrust in.  Suddenly Rob hunkered up, trembling, like he had a
belly ache, his eight-pack abs bulging taut, and Braden figured he was
coming.  He twisted his hips around, lobbing his cock around over the joy
spot and Rob's ass responded gratefully, squeezing and massaging and pulling
his climax to the surface.
"I'm gonna come, too,"  Braden gasped.
"Oh, yess, I can hardly wait.  Shoot it.  Fuck me full of your hot come!"
Braden choked as his body stiffened and trembled and his climax overtook
him.  The stuff exploded from somewhere deep inside him and gushed through
the come channels, through his cock, making it swell painfully, then erupted
out the end like a power hose.
"Ohh...Ohhh...I can feel it!  Geezusss, I can feel your come shooting in me!"
He could feel it too, spurting out in powerful gushes and washing back
around his cock.  He kept pumping his cock and coming so much that the stuff
began sloshing back around his cock and out of Rob's ass.  He fucked him for
a good ten minutes after they had both come.
"That was incredible!" Rob said.
"Yeah, it was pretty incredible," Braden agreed.  "Nothing like the girls
I've fucked."
Rob laughed.  "Girls would not like to know how many times a guy says that,"
he said.
"I know I'm big.  I hope I wasn't too much for you."
"No.  No, you were perfect for me.  I just never had anybody reach where you
did."
"Do you think I fuck you again?" Braden asked.
"Oh, yeah.  You can fuck me as much as you like, I'll suck your cock...
whatever you want to do."
"I thought, if you were going to try something, that's what you would do,
suck my cock, even though you said it would be hands-off, but I never
thought in a thousand years that I would end up fucking you."
"It was a wonderful fluke that we got in the position we did," Rob said.
"I sort of wish I could see what its like to get my cock sucked," Braden
said.  "If I went and took a shower...but, shit, the coach might see me and
wonder why I was taking a shower at this hour."
"You don't have to shower," Rob said, reaching down for his cock.
"You know, I wondered about that.  I kept wondering what I was going to find
when I was done, but fuck, I came out clean as whistle."
"That's just something you take care of," Rob said.
"Are you saying you would...suck my cock, now, right out of your ass?"
	"Of course.  I'm aching to suck you.  And it feels like you're aching to be
sucked; dam, it didn't even go down," he said, squeezing his cock.
"It does that a lot when it's so good," Braden said.
"My Godd, I can't believe the size of this thing," Rob said, fisting the big
slick cock.  "You might well have the biggest cock in captivity."
"I doubt that.  Maybe the biggest teenage cock, but I doubt that too."
"Well, I haven't been fortunate enough to find another teenager like you,
but I've never found a man built like this, either." Rob raised up over him
and pulled his cock straight up.  "It's going to take some practice before
I'm able to take this all the way down," he said apologetically.
"You don't have to take it all but you can practice all you want," Braden
said.
Braden threw his forearm over his mouth to stifle his groan when Rob took
his cock in his mouth.  "Oh, Geezussss!  Oh, Godd, I never thought it could
feel so good!  No girl's mouth ever felt so good."
"A girl doesn't know what makes a man feel good," Rob said.
Several times, Braden tried to shove his head away.
"Are you getting close?" Rob asked.
"So close," Braden gasped.  "Aww, you've had me almost there so many times,
but you keep bring me back down."
"Do you want to come again?" Rob asked.
"Yes, bad.  I want to keep going, too, but it's gonna blow, I know that.  I
just gotta know if...do I warn you, or will you be able to tell?  Or can
I...can I shoot in your mouth, or what?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Rob said.  "Yes, you can come in my
mouth.  I want to taste your hot come, fresh from your balls, a load worked
up just for me."
	"Take it, then.  It's all yours.  Every inch, every drop," Braden told him.






                                                     Chapter Six

	"Man, it' going to feel good, getting under a blanket," Scott said as he
was taking off his clothes.  "Hey, Coach, is it okay if we sleep naked?  I
do at home."
	"If you're more comfortable," Coach said.
	Scott wasn't long about getting out of his clothes.  Coach's throat went
dry as he watched his tight, round, bare butt as he crawled into the bed.
	"Hey, let's see what's on," Scott said as he leaned up to turn on the TV.
	"I'll get it," Coach said as he quickly reached for the switch himself.  He
had his other hand on the channel button on the wall, ready to change the
channels if an X-rated video came on the screen.  He punched the button
quickly but not before Scott saw what it was.
	"Hey, what was that?" Scott asked, excitedly.
	"Nothing you need to be watching," Coach said.  "They're playing X-rated
videos on two channels, we'll have to stick with this one."
	"Come on, Coach, it's not like I never seen an X-rated video," Scott
whined.
	"Not with me."
	"We won't tell anybody," Scott said.  "Come on, you know you want to see
it, too.  It's normal."
	"Scott, need I remind you that this is a gay men's club, so I don't have to
tell you what kind of videos they show."
	"I still want to see it, just for a little bit," Scott said.  "I never seen
a gay video before."
	"And you're not going to, here," Coach said emphatically as he crawled in
bed beside Scott, wearing his shorts.
	"You don't sleep naked?" Scott asked.
	"Not with one of my student athletes," Coach said.
	"If there's anybody you shouldn't feel self-conscious about being naked
with, it's one of your student athletes," Scott said.  "You see us naked all
the time."
	Coach let his remark go, trying to curb the feelings that were rising up
inside him, and the images that kept invading his brain.  He thought he had
it all under control, enough that he could watch the young athletes playing
grab-ass in the locker room and cavorting around naked or in their
jockstraps and not be consumed with the compulsion to act on those feelings.
  That was enough to fuel his fantasies and that was all he needed.  Till
now, when he found himself in bed with one of those muscular boys, stark
naked.
	"Just two minutes, coach," Scott persisted.  "Let me watch for just two
minutes.  That's not going to corrupt my mind."
	But coach held firm.
	"Well, I'm going to sleep, then," Scott said, rather sullenly.  "This movie
was made a hundred years before you were born."
	"If I let you watch two minutes of it, you have to promise you won't ever
tell anybody.  Not even any of your friends," Coach said finally.
	"No, we're not telling anybody about any of this, you said," Scott said.
"We spent the night in Motel Six."
	"Okay, two minutes," Coach consented.  "I do not believe I'm doing this."
He leaned up and switched the channels.
"I'm seventeen, Coach, it's only a few more months before I'm old enough to
watch this stuff legally," Scott reminded him.
"Seventeen is not eighteen," Coach said.
The scene jumped out and hit them in the face. A tall, muscular guy stood
leaning back against his pickup, wearing his hunting cap and a plaid shirt
and his jeans down around his ankles.  Another really good looking guy was
on his knees sucking his cock.
"Man, look at that!" Scott exclaimed.  "Hey, I wonder if he'll finish him
off. Do you suppose he'll come in the guy's mouth?"
"I don't know," Coach said rather impatiently.  He wanted the two minutes to
be over before it was too late.  The video was giving him the tingles and he
knew what it must be doing to Scott, and if they let it go on, the results
could be devastating.
	When he thought enough time had elapsed he started to raise up and switch
the channel.
	"No, wait! Just a little longer, let's see if he shoots in his mouth,"
Scott said excitedly.
	Coach's hesitation was fatal.  He lay back down.  Scott's eyes were glued
to the TV.  He cocked one knee up, Coach knew, to hide a rising hardon.
	"Dam, Coach, look at the way he swallows that thing, all the way down.  And
these two guys are studs.  You would never know they're gay."
	It was easy to put caution behind him and be caught up in the moment, lying
there with a naked, teenage wrestler, watching a gay video. The longer he
watched, the more comfortable he became with the situation, till he was
hard-pressed to believe there was anything wrong with it.  Hell, what was
turning it off now going to accomplish after the boy had already been
exposed to it.  Scott was more relaxed, too, now convinced that Coach was
going to let him watch the video.
	The hunter clasped his hands around the other guy's head and began pumping
his cock in and out of his mouth.  His face screwed up and his hips sort of
lurched out of control then suddenly he jerked his cock free and jacked
himself to a climax, shooting his load all over the guy's face. The guy
knelt with is mouth open to catch what he could of the spurting come.
	"Oh, Wow!  Look at that, Coach!" Scott gasped.
	Coach knew he should turn the channel now, or turn the TV off, before it
was too late, but he didn't move.  He felt numb.  The scene faded and
another came on the screen; this time with two guys in a cabin, one of them
bent across a cot while another fucked him in the ass.
	"Aw, Mannn!  Look at that!  Do you believe that!  He's fucking him in the
butt!  I never believe guys really did that."
	Yes, I believe it! Coach wanted to scream.  He believed it so much that he
could feel the big, stiff cock plowing his own ass...he could almost feel
Scott's cock pumping in and out of his ass.
	"Hey, Coach, did you ever do anything with another guy?" Scott asked.
	"No," he lied, with indignation.
	"Not even when you were younger; like a kid?"
	"Oh, me and a couple of my buddies messed around, like kids do, but we were
just kids," Coach said.  "Nothing like that," he added, nodding to the
screen.
"How about you?" he asked.
	"Yeah, a couple of times, with the kid who mowed our yard," Scott said.
	"How old were you?"  Coach asked.
	"Not old enough to come," Scott said.  "He was older than me, fifteen or
sixteen, I guess.  He was old enough to come,"
	Coach wanted to hear more but he didn't want to keep asking questions and
appear too interested in the details.
	"You never did, but did you ever want to?" Scott asked.
	Shit, where was this coming from?  Where was he headed with it?
	"It never crossed my mind," Coach lied again.
	"What about now?"
	"Scott..."
	"I would try it if you would," Scott said.
	Coach found himself breaking out in a sweat.  "I think we'd better turn
this off," he said, leaning up to punch the button.  The room was plunged
into a soft darkness and a quietness that was almost haunting.  He lay back
with one arm crooked under his head.  Scott turned his back to him, facing
the wall.
	"Sorry, Coach, I guess I was out of line," the boy said quietly after
awhile.
	Coach didn't say anything for a moment.  He didn't know what to say.  He
wondered if Scott had tried to open up to him, lay his soul open, and he had
cut him off.  It was probably the first time he'd been so close like this
with another male and found the courage to open up.  He felt guilty that he
had lied to the boy about himself.   He couldn't let it end this way.  He
owed the boy better than that.  He owed the boy the truth.
	"I lied to you, Scott," he said.
	"About what?" Scott asked, turning back over to face him.
	"When I said I'd never done anything...with another guy."
	"You said you did, with your friends, when you were..."
	"No, not that," Coach cut in.  "There was another time...times...with other
guys...when I was in the navy."
	"Oh, wow!  That recent!  Can you tell me about it?"
	"It's not something I should be talking about with you," Coach said.
	"You've always said we could come and talk to you about anything.  Seems
like you ought to be able to do the same," Scott said.  "I already opened
the can of worms, Coach, when I asked if you'd ever done it.  I had no right
to ask that.  And I told you about me."
	"It's okay, Scott, you didn't open a can of worms."
	"Tell me, Coach.  Please.  If I hear it from you...well, maybe I can...it
might be easier for me...to open up."
	"Have you got something you want to open up about," Coach asked.
	"Yeah...yeah, and that's as close as I've ever come," Scott said.
	"Then go ahead," Coach said.
	"No, I want to hear your story first.  Maybe it'll level the playing field
and I'll be able to open up then."
	Coach paused as he gathered the thoughts that had been buried for so long
and pulled them out of his subconscious.
	"You said you were in the Navy?  Was it with another sailor, on your ship?"
Scott asked anxiously.
"We were on shore leave on an island in the Mediterranean while our ship
took on supplies and made minor repairs. There was a marine detachment
stationed at the base and that's how I met this marine."
	"Oh, a Marine.  Do you remember his name?" Scott asked.
	Coach didn't have to think to remember the name but he paused.  "Gunner was
all I knew him by."
	"Gunner.  That's a studly name," Scott said.
	"Yes.  He was like that."
	"Studly?"
	"Yeah."
	"So what happened?"
	"Without going into all the details, we had a few drinks in the bar where I
met him and ended up back at my hotel room."
	"Aw, come on, Coach, that was too easy," Scott said.  "I asked what
happened."
	"Well, it was the first time anything like that had ever happened with me,
and he said it was his first time, too, so neither of us knew what the hell
we were doing.  But we fumbled through it..."
	"You're skimming over again," Scott said.
	"Well, if you must know, he went down on me, I went down on him," Coach
said.  "Later...after we slept awhile, I woke up with him wrapped around me
and his...well, the story better end there."
	"No!  You were just getting to the good part.  Tell, me, Coach.  What else
happened?"
"Well, his...his he was wrapped around me with his cock against my backside
and the next thing I know, he's shoving it in me."
	"Oh, Mann!  You got your ass fucked by a marine?"
	"Then toward morning, I fucked him.  It was mutual all the way."
	"Did you meet up with him again?" Scott asked.
	"No, my ship left the next morning."
	"Did you ever see him again after that?"
	"No, but...?"  He caught himself and let his voice trail off.
	"But what?  What else, Coach?"  Scott prodded him.
"Well, he woke something up in me...he let the genie out of the bottle and I
was never able to get it back in and keep it there."
	"Oh, so there were more times." Scott guessed.
	"Yeah.  Yeah, a lot more times," Coach admitted.  "Pretty quick, it became
a way of life.  Which, I guess, is why I'm telling you this, Scott.  I don't
want you to ruin your life with one foolish, irresponsible decision."
	"How long have you been coaching?" Scott asked.
	"Four years."
	"Did you ever want to try anything with any of your athletes?"
	"I did," Coach said.
	"You did?!  Who?  Do I know him?"
	"He wasn't from this school.  Nothing's ever happened with anybody from
this school," he said.
"But, no shit, you made it with a jock?"
"Yeah.  It was the most irresponsible thing I've ever done, and it still
haunts
me.  I try not to think about it, but it tears me up, what I might have done
to that boy's life."
	"If he's like me or any guys I know, you probably didn't do anything more
than get his rocks off for him," Scott said.
	"I hope it was that simple for him."  He paused then asked, "Now, what
about you?  What's going on in the back of your mind that you need to get
out?"
	"Well...nothing's ever happened but...I've had these feelings for quite
awhile now...a couple of years...feelings that I keep thinking I want to
explore.  There are certain guys that I think about all the time...Braden and
Sean and Cody...my team-mates.  I think that's why I love wrestling, coach;
the physical contact, feeling their muscles straining against mine."
	"I'm not sure that's so unusual," Coach said.  "A boy your age has certain
awakenings.  And that's pretty common among wrestlers."
	"There's something inside me that wants to be awakened, that's for sure,
Coach," Scott said.  "I've actually laid awake and dreamed up ways that I
could make it happen...you know, with Braden or one of the guys...at least
try it.  I've got a hundred plans in my head but they all lack the one
ingredient I don't have.  Guts."
	"That's not all bad," Coach said.  "Your lack of guts has probably kept you
out of trouble.  I don't know what Braden's reaction might be if you tried
anything with him.  Or Sean, or Cody."
	"Of the three of them, I think I would be more okay with Cody," Scott said.
	"Only because he couldn't tear you into little pieces like Sean or Braden
could?"
	"No, I just think he would be more okay with it then the other two."
	"You never know.  Just be careful," Coach told him.
	"Coach?......  "
	"Yes?"
"C-can I...see y-your cock?" Scott asked timidly.
	He let his knee down to reveal his bulging briefs.
	"Can I touch it?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Scott reached down and laid his hand gingerly over the big bulge.  "Feels
like you've got a lot of cock in there," he said.  Then without further
hesitation he shoved his hand down inside Coach's briefs and found his bare
cock.
	"Ohhh, Scott!" Coach gasped.
	"Dam, Coach!" Scott gasped as he tugged on Coach's shorts.
	"Scott, that's...m-more than a feel," Coach moaned.
"Yeah, let's get these off," the boy said, pulling on his shorts.
	Against his own will, Coach raised up and peeled his shorts off himself and
tossed them aside.  His cock stood up over his stomach to his navel.
	"Dam, Coach!" Scott said again as he wrapped his hand round warm, thick
meat.  "I can't get my hand around it.  And it's...wow, it's gotta be eight
or nine inches long!"
	Coach closed his eyes and freely let himself enjoy the feel of the boy's
hand  on his cock.	If only it were his mouth!  Scott moved his hand up and
down the tall, thick shaft, not jacking him off, but more like he was
feeling the texture, exploring another man's manhood for the first time.
	"Ohh, your hand feels good, Scott," Coach whispered.
	"Better than your hand, Coach?"  Scott joked.
	"Yeah, better than my hand," Coach said. "If that was a sneaky way of
asking if I jack off...yeah, I do."
	"You do!"
	"Don't you?"
	"Well, yeah...yeah, but I never thought you...the coach..."
	"Being your coach doesn't make me not human?"
	"Aw, you're human, Coach," he said, squeezing his cock.
	Coach wanted to touch Scott's cock.  He could see the blanket tented
something awful with the boy's hardon but he didn't want to interrupt the
moment.
	"Coach...I'll do anything you want...everything those guys were doing in
the video...if you want...," Scott said quietly.  **
	"Do anything you want to do," Coach said.
	"All right, but I've never done anything like this before, and if I don't
do it right, or if there's something else you want me to do...you'll tell
me."
	"Sure, Scott, I'll tell you."
	"I'm gonna suck it, then," he said as he raised up.  "Or I'm gonna try.  I
don't know if I can even get my mouth around it."
	"You can," Coach said.  He trembled with anticipation. He felt the boy's
hot breath then the touch of his soft, warm lips touching the head of his
cock, tasting his pre-come.  He paused to wet his lips then slid them down
over the head, past the rim and took about half of the shaft.  Coach choked
on his own gasp of pleasure.  It had been long since he'd had virgin lips
around his cock that he'd forgotten the exquisite excitement. The boy
pressed downward but the blunt cockhead was blocked by the tight
constriction of his throat muscles.  He raised back up.  Then went back
down. He tried a couple more times and he was sucking him.
	"OHhh, Goddd...Awww, Scott...," Coach moaned softly.  He wanted to
reciprocate.  His mouth watered for want of the boy's big, tender, virginal
cock but he would wait.  He lay in wonderful, trembling agony as the boy
awkwardly sucked his cock, till he raised up.
	"Am I doing okay, Coach?" he asked.
	"You're doing awesome!" Coach said.
	Scott smiled as he might have if Coach had told him he did well in taking a
  man down on the mats.
	The boy went back down on him again, trying hard to take more and more of
his cock, but it was too thick for his inexperienced throat.  Coach couldn't
stand it any longer.  He laid his hand on Scott's shoulder.
	"Scott..."
	The boy raised up.  "You want me to stop?"
	"No...but...yeah...for a minute."
	Confused, Scott lay back on the arm that Coach put out for him.
	"I guess I've got a lot to learn," Scott said.
	"No, Scott...Godd, it was wonderful."  He didn't know himself why he'd made
him stop.  He looked into the boy's dark eyes, still gleaming with
innocence, even in the darkness and he got butterflies in his stomach.  He
curled his arm up, pulling Scott tighter against him and in those moments,
the world became a far off place, leaving them in this tiny space of the
universe, away from prying eyes, to be who they were.
	Scott's eyes never wavered from the Coach's gaze.  Innocence masked his
confusion, doubts, his fears.
	"Scott, there's so much I want to show you," Coach said huskily.
	"Show me, then," Scott said.
	His sweet breath came into Coach's nostrils like an aphrodisiac, and he
wanted more of it.  He leaned in closer...closer, till their noses were
inches apart and there was no sign of understanding in Scott's eyes.  He
doesn't know how desirable he is; what I want to do.  His innocence was
there till their noses touched then Coach's lips brushed against his, and it
was lost forever. Scott moaned as he kissed him back, and turned onto his
side to meld his body tightly against him, and laid his arm across Coach's
chest.  Coach flicked his tongue out and found Scott's lips open.  He drove
his tongue in his mouth and found his tongue receptive, lashing back.  It
was a long, passionate kiss that left them moaning and gasping and helpless
with their emotions when it was over.
	"My Goddd," Coach whispered.
	Scott smiled and there was only a trace of innocence at the corner of his
mouth.  His eyes were questioning, as if he were waiting for instructions of
what to do next.
	"There's so much I want to show you, Scott."
	"Was that one of them?"
	"Yes.  No, that just happened."
	"I'm glad it happened."
	Coach's passion was still raging. He raised up, pulling his arm from under
Scott's head, and maneuvered down on the bed between the boy's legs.  Scott
pushed his cock up straight, no doubt thinking that he was going to go down
on him, but instead, Coach cupped the boy's firm, bubble butt in his hands
and tilted his hips up off the bed.
	"Hold your legs against your chest," he told him.
	Scott pulled his legs tightly against his chest, tilting his butt perfectly
in Coach's face.  "W-what're you gonna do, Coach?" he asked.
	Coach lowered his face to the boy's spread butt, licking the crevice with
the tiny, clenching hole that was the entrance to a manhood that the boy
never knew he possessed
	"Aww, Coach!" he cried softly.
He was smooth, almost as if he had shaved. The smell of fresh sweat from his
wrestling match mixed with deodorant permeated the space around Coach's
head, driving him nearly mad.
"Ohh...Ohhh, Goddd, you taste so good!" he whispered.
He punched the flexible muscle with his stiffened tongue and it began to
relax then give way and push out, making it easier for him to shove his
tongue inside him.  He pulled the young buns apart, stretching the hole wide
open, and drove his tongue deeper inside him.
"AAawwhhhhh!"  Scott muffled his cry with the pillow over his face.
Coach wanted to tell him it was okay to cry out, nobody would mind in this
place, but he didn't want to take the chance of one of the older boys
happening by to hear him.  He sucked the boy's asshole around his tongue
till he was loose enough that he could feel the palpitations of his
inner-rectal muscles.  He loved eating ass almost as much as sucking cock,
and this young, tender butt was the most delectable he had ever had.  So
young, so virginal...it was awesome that his tongue was the first to ever
penetrate the sacred hole.  The boy's first cries from being tongue-fucked
were music to his ears.
Suddenly Scott began thrashing his butt around and clawing at the sheets and
Coach's head.
"Oh, Coach...OH, Coachhh...Ohhhh...OHhh, you're gonna make me come!  I'm
gonna come, Coach...OHhh...OHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHH!"
As much as he wanted to capture the boy's load in his mouth, he had to
finish him this way and show him the sheer pleasure of his ass.  Scott's
asshole loosened then flexed around his tongue with the spasms of his
climax.  Coach felt the powerful surge with his nose against the boy's
cock-root and a split second later he was shooting and choking on his
gasping moans.
The moments that followed would be critical ones, Coach knew.   With his
youthful lust cooled and his desires satisfied, he didn't know how Scott
would react to what he had done.  As the boy's body began to calm down from
its tremors, Coach licked his asshole gently and let his butt down in the
mattress and his legs fell over Coach's shoulders.  He gently eased out from
under them and crawled up to lie beside him.  He could see the streaks and
pools of come on his stomach and chest and his neck.  He wanted badly to lap
it up but he couldn't take the chance of spooking him, especially in the
aftermath.
"You okay, Scott?" he asked after a couple of minutes.
"I don't know...I don't even know what happened," he replied breathlessly.
"Well, from the looks of things, you pretty much emptied your balls," Coach
said.
"Yeah, it felt like they were going to get turned inside out," he said. "I
never had such a powerful climax.  It felt like I was shooting come from a
big reservoir and it wouldn't stop.  And I wasn't even touching my cock."
Thankfully, he didn't sound upset; just awed.
"I had no idea you were going to do that when you crawled down between my
legs.  I thought you were going to go down on me," Scott said.
"I'll do that when you're ready," Coach said.  He held his breath for the
boy's response.
"I'm ready, Coach," he said, pushing his cock upright.  "Look, it didn't
even go down."
"Well, maybe that's because it never got the attention it deserved.  Don't
worry, I'll give it all the attention it wants," Coach said.
"Unless you want me to take a shower and clean up first," the boy offered.
"No, you're fine just like this," Coach said as laid his hand on Scott's
stomach, in the streaks of come.  He moved his hand in circles, applying the
warm come over his muscle like lotion.  "Feels like somebody dumped a
reservoir of cum-lotion on you," he said.  He edged Scott's hand out of the
way and took his cock in his own hand.
"Dam, this is a canon," he said as he moved his hand up and down the
come-slick shaft.
"I don't know why it's still hard," Scott said.
"It doesn't matter; I'll take care of it," Coach said.  "When I do...when I
suck you, I want to do something else at the same time."
"What?"
"Well, you obviously have a very sensitive ass..."
"Yeah, I didn't know a guy had feelings in his ass," Scott said.
"I want to use my finger in place of my tongue."
He hesitated barely seconds before he nodded with deeply trusting eyes.
"Okay.  It won't hurt, will it?"
"Did my tongue hurt?"
"Gosh, no!"
"It'll feel different, but I won't hurt you.  I can go in deeper with my
finger," Coach said. He raised up and bent over the boy's middle, his mouth
over his cock.  He blew hot air over it, causing it to quiver violently,
then lowered his lips around the head.
"OOohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Scott moaned softly.  "Ohhh, Coach...Ohhhh, I never
felt anything so awesome!"
You will, coach thought; you will.  He went down the tall tower of meat,
well past the three-quarter point, with the head pressing seriously against
the opening of his throat.  He worked his jaws and throat and took a breath
and forced his mouth all the way down to the boy's pubes.  The big cock bore
into his throat like a drill, stretching his throat unmercifully.  It didn't
fit the curve of his throat; it was so hard that it straightened it.  He
heard Scott choke on his groan, as if he couldn't get it out.  He held him
there for a long moment then moved his head up and down, careful to keep the
big cock in his throat, giving the boy an oral pussy to fuck.
"Ohhh...OHhhhh...OHHH...Awwwhhhhhhh," he moaned again and again as he began
clawing at Coach's shoulders and hair.
Coach eased up so he had the head in his mouth and let the thick spit run
down the shaft and over his balls and used it to lube the boy's asshole.  He
could feel the tiny, smooth aperture pushing out as before, welcoming his
finger.  He pushed it in to the first knuckle.  Scott let out a little gasp
but with barely a wince. Coach took his time.  He worked the tip of his
finger gently around inside the boy's ass till he was squirming for more,
then he eased in to the second knuckle.
"Aww, coach...Awww, that feels good, just like you said," Scott said,
surprised.  "You can give me all of it, Coach.  You can use your whole
finger."
He shoved his finger in all the way, all the while, moving his mouth up and
down on his cock.  Scott gasped and whimpered with pleasure.  Coach moved
his finger ever-so-gently against the hot, soft ass lining till Scott was
squirming harder, then he began to probe, in search of his love nut.  If his
asshole was so sensitive, his young, virginal prostate was going to be like
a fire-cracker.  He found it, the firm-rubber texture of Play-Dough, but he
barely touched it.  He wanted to work into it gradually, gently.  He wanted
Scott to realize the new-born pleasure like an awakening.
He played him like a finely-tuned violin, brushing his fingertip past the
now-swollen love nut, causing Scott to gasp with surprised pleasure. He
touched it gently and Scott's mouth flew open, even more surprised at the
pleasure he was feeling.
"Ohh, Coach...I d-don't know w-what you're doing in there but it feels like
I have to come again, already.  The feeling's there, like it's not going to
go away till I do come."
Coach raised up from sucking his cock.  "I'll make it better, then you can
come again whenever you want," he told him as he probed the nut again.
"Ohhhhh...Ohhhh...if you make it feel any better, Coach, I'm gonna go nuts."
"Do you want to go nuts, Scott?  Do you want me to drive you crazy?"
"I have a feeling you're going to," Scott said nervously.
"Yes, I just want you to be ready.  You'd better have the pillow handy.  I'm
going to start massage that spot and I'm not going to stop till you beg me
to."  He started to go back down on the boy's cock but Scott stopped him.
"When I shoot again...are you gonna...k-keep cock in your mouth?"
"Yes, I'm going to keep your cock in my mouth.  I want this to be something
you'll remember forever. I want you to come in my mouth," Coach said.
	"Okay...Godd, Coach, that's something guys only dream about."
Coach wrapped his smile around the bulging cock head and slipped his lips
down the hard shaft. At the same time he began moving his mouth up and down
he began fingering the boy's ass again. He went through the same preliminary
routine as before, but without pause.  He would bring him to his absolute
peak of pleasure now.  He alternated his motions; he rubbed the spongy nut
with his fingertip for a moment then shoved his finger in and out of his
ass, probing it hard.  Scott cried out into the pillow. Coach massaged, then
fucked him, then massaged again.  Then he added a second finger. Scott
gasped with surprised but he didn't protest.  His asshole welcomed the
second finger.  He jerked the pillow away long enough to say, "Godd, it
feels like you're fucking me, coach."
That day would come, soon enough, coach thought.  He fluttered his
fingertips against the boy's prostate, causing him to scream into the
pillow.  Without letup, he began massaging it, then prodding it with a
two-finger fucking motion.  He alternated from one to the other, without let
up.  Scott didn't go off as quickly as he thought he would and he suddenly
realized that he was unable to.  The pleasure was so intense that it
wouldn't break and let loose.
"Coach!  Coach, I can't come!"  he gasped through the pillow.  "I wanta come
so bad...but I can't!"  He sounded a little frightened.
"I'll make you come," Coach said.  He maneuvered himself down between
Scott's legs again, without letting go of his cock with his mouth, and with
his fingers still in his ass; he didn't want to loose the momentum he had
gained.  Between the boy's legs, he pushed his butt up to the eating
position and relinquished his cock and his finger to eat his ass. It was
just to force the flood-gates to open up.  Once the boy let go, he would
serve him the mind-shattering pleasure of his mouth and fingers again to
cause the dam to burst.
"Ohh, that's gonna do it, Coach, just like before," Scott moaned.
"Tell me when you're getting close," Coach said. He played it carefully,
bringing him to the brink with his tongue, then when Scott choked out that
he was getting close, Coach got back on his cock and shoved his fingers back
into his ass.  He easily found the boy's love nut and tapped it like a drum,
then probed it with his stiff fingers, then massaged it between his fingers.
  He heard Scott screaming in the pillow, begging him to stop, begging him
not to, begging him to make him come before he went out of his mind.  Coach
began counting the seconds till the explosion, a little fearful that he'd
taken the boy too far, into something he couldn't handle.  But suddenly, it
happened.
Scott pushed Coach's head down, forcing him to swallow his whole cock and
jerked the pillow away and began cursing like a sailor, like he'd never
heard a young boy curse before.  His cock bolted deep in his throat and his
asshole quivered violently around his fingers.  His prostate palpitated
under the touch of his fingers then pulsated like a violent heartbeat that
sent the quakes up through his cock along with a gushing stream of come.
Scott grabbed the pillow over his face again when he started coming.
Coach got the first salvo deep in his throat, but when Scott let go of his
head, he raised up so he could take the rest of it in his mouth.  He wanted
to feel the power behind the boy's come.  He wanted to taste the sweet
nectar of his manhood.  It felt like the second time might be even more
copious as the first.  His mouth was soon filled with the stuff and running
out the corner of his mouth till he swallowed it.  The belching cock spewed
out more come, filling his mouth again, and again.  Coach wondered where it
was all coming from.  The boy did, indeed have a reservoir of come.
Scott jerked the pillow off his face and reached down with his other hand to
pulled Coach's hand away from his ass.
"I can't take anymore!" he gasped.
Coach gently removed his finger, massing the lining of the boy's ass on the
way out, and at the same time he raised up off of his cock.  It gave one
last jolt and sent another spurt of come that hit his lips.  Coach licked it
off and crawled back up beside the boy.
The moments that followed were long and quiet.  Even unnerving.  What was
Scott thinking now?  Maybe he had taken things over the top.  He should have
waited, been satisfied to suck his cock and no more.  Scott's eyes were
closed, his breathing returning to normal, his great cock lying across one
hip, still oozing come.  Coach longed to lap it up, but he didn't dare.  Not
till he knew what was going on in Scott's head.
"Are you okay?" he asked finally.
"I don't know, coach," he replied.  "I didn't know sex could be so intense."
"Are you okay?" Coach asked again.
"I will be, as soon as I come back down from wherever you took me."
"You're worrying me, Scott, it doesn't sound like you're okay with it."
He laughed softly.  "I'm okay coach," he said.  "I'm just lying here
wondering what else you're going to show me."
"Nothing that you don't want me to," Coach said.  He raised up with his head
propped up and put his hand on Scott's abs. "I mean that, Scott.  I'll show
you everything...do anything you want; anything you'll let me...but only if
you want it.  You gotta promise me, you'll stop me if I try something you're
afraid for me to do, of if you don't want me to do it."
"I promise," he said.  After a moment, he said,  "You, uh...you swallowed my
come this time."
"Yes.	Does that bother you?"
"No, it's something guys only dream about.  I was just wondering...what does
it taste like?"
"Come on," Coach chided him, "don't tell me you never tasted your own come."
"Well...sure, the stuff that oozes out when you're jacking off," he admitted.
  "But not the real stuff...you know, the thick stuff that shoots out.
What's that taste like?"
"I guess you could say it's an acquired taste," Coach said.  "Not everyone's
tastes the same.  Yours was not hard to take.	 It was tangy sweet, and
tasted fresh."
"It was fresh, all right.  I barely had time to work up the second load."
"If you'd had any more time, you would've choked me with it," Coach said.
"Do you think I'll be able to do that, Coach?" Scott asked.  "When I was
trying to suck your cock, I wondered about it...if you would come in my
mouth, and if I could handle it."
"First, I would never come in your mouth unless you wanted me to," Coach
said.  "And if you want to try it, fine, but if you don't like it, get off
of it and spit it out.  At least you'll know."
"Are you gay, Coach?"
The question jolted him and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"I'm sorry, maybe I was out of line..."
"No, that's okay.  It's a valid question, especially after what we just did.
  I never put that label on myself, but to answer you truthfully, I guess I
am.  I don't know many straight men who would eat a boy's ass or suck his
cock or take his load and swallow it."
"That is pretty gay stuff," Scott said.
"Scott, if you're worried...going down on me doesn't make you gay.  And you
liking what I did doesn't make you gay."
"What about if I wanted to do more...suck your cock again, and...and try
taking your load."
"Let me put it this way.  This may be an oversimplification but anything you
do for the first time is an experiment."
"What if I went after Braden, or Sean or some other guys in the locker
room?"
	"One time with Braden or Sean or anyone else, no, that's not going to make
you gay," Coach said.  "If you go back for more, often, or with more
guys...well, that's something else.  I can't give you the answers, Scott.
Just know that I'm here for you, anytime, for anything you need."






                                                   Chapter Seven

	The sex with Rob was gut shattering, but it didn't satisfy Braden's
suddenly insatiable desire for this new kind of sex.  He walked around the
first floor a couple of times to make sure none of the other guys were out
of their room; or worse, the coach. Then he went upstairs.  He took the
third hallway down to the end, avoiding room 230.  Not that he believed
coach would be wandering through something like a blackout party looking for
any of them.  He simply would never believe that his boys would be a part of
anything like that.  The darkness was harsher in the wide space at the end
of the hallways.  He bumped into a couple of guys, which they didn't mind,
then bumped into a partition sticking out from the wall.  As he felt his way
around it and as his eyes became more accustomed to the dark, he was able to
make out figures standing or milling around, and another partition sticking
diagonally out from the wall.  He backed up real easy to the partition to
wait and see what would happen.  He jumped at the feel of a hand on his butt
and he reached behind him to feel a huge hole in the partition.  The hand
took his and another hand groped between his thighs, for his manhood.  He
turned around and flattened himself against the partition.  Immediately, his
cock was enveloped in the moist heat of the guy's mouth.  He moaned softly
and felt another hand on his butt.  He was aware that the person had knelt
down behind him when he felt his hot breath on his butt.  Then he began
licking and kissing his butt.

Cody didn't know where his courage came from to leave the room all by
himself but once outside he felt a new surge of freedom and adventure as he
wrestled with the idea of going up to the guy's room.  One thing for sure,
he needed to get out of the hallway.  It was dark, but he could make out
bodies and faces and he didn't want to take the chance of getting caught by
the Coach.  He headed for the stairs.  His legs were shaking so bad he
barely got to the first landing.  It was darker at the stop of the stairs
and he felt safer.  At the last minute he abandoned the idea of going to the
guy's room.  He was half scared and he didn't know the numbering arrangement
of the rooms but he knew Coach and Scott were in room 230, which made it
unwise to hang out in the hallways up there.  It was dark but Coach could
make out who he was if he saw him up close enough.  Some force propelled him
down the dark hallway, in search of the blackout party somewhere on the
second floor.
	He bumped into someone who put his arm around his waist before Cody could
apologize and step back.
	"Welcome to the party," the man said.  The man slipped his hand lower, down
inside Cody's towel and squeezed his butt.  "Yess.  Very Welcome," he said.
With that, he loosened Cody's towel and laid it over his shoulder.
	Cody's eyes had become more accustomed to the dark and he could make out
male figures all around him.  He stood in the darkness, more naked than he'd
ever been in his life, and vulnerable, and shaking with fright and desire.
It was like a long-time dream come true, being in the midst of so many naked
men, knowing what they wanted and what they wanted to do.  He didn't know
what he should do.  He wondered why they were just standing around. Then one
of them moved toward him.  He touched his hip and flattened his hand over
Cody's stomach, feeling his tight ab muscles, then moved up to feel his
chest.  He felt him up and down, testing his muscles, even went to his knees
to squeeze his thighs.  He pressed his face against his manhood and Cody
held his breath, waiting for the wonderful inevitable. Then the guy was
taking his cock in his mouth.  Cody brought his forearm up to his mouth to
stifle his gasp.  Everyone was so quiet, he didn't want to be the one to
yell out.  His cock throbbed in the man's mouth, and it felt like it was
growing bigger and harder with each stroke.  He'd never felt so big in his
life.
	It felt incredible.  He paid close attention to what the man was doing, how
he was sucking his cock, how he moved his tongue.  He even took it down his
throat, all the way to his balls and Cody thought he was going to scream.
He had to stop the man several times; he didn't want to come.  Till finally
the man stood up.
	"You wanta cool down?" he whispered in his ear.
	"Yes," Cody replied.  He wanted to do more than cool down.  Yes, he wanted
to experience getting his cock sucked but he desperately wanted to try it
himself, and there would never be another opportunity like this in his
lifetime.  It was like his dream was unfolding before his eyes; all he had
to do was pretend that these men were his team mates and they were in the
locker room at school.  He didn't know how to go about it at first.  He was
too timid to reach out for a guy's cock, let alone get on his knees and suck
him.  He wished someone would force him to his knees and make him suck his
cock.  He found an empty spot and backed up against the wall and slowly slid
down to his haunches.  Anywhere else, it would have been  a relaxed, resting
stance.  Here, it was an invitation.  He wondered if anyone had seen him.
	Almost immediately, the guy standing next to him turned to face him and
brushed his cock against his shoulder. Cody reached up for it. It was thick
and rubbery, maybe best kind for the first time.  He took a moment to gather
his youthful courage and convince himself that he really wanted to do it;
that he was actually going to do it.  Then he turned his head and let the
man shove his cock in his mouth.  It was harder now, and a lot bigger.  The
man began moving his cock back and forth, fucking his mouth.
	Cody moaned deep in his belly as he sucked the man's cock, applying the
techniques he had felt when another guy had sucked his cock.  He moved his
tongue and worked his lips all around the head.  The man groaned and fucked
his mouth. Another man came up to them, standing squarely in front him.  His
cock was sticking straight out, bobbing up and down as it throbbed.  In the
dark Cody judged it to be about eight inches long.  More than he could take,
but he went for it anyway.  He let the other man's cock go and leaned in to
suck the bigger cock.
	"OOhhhhh," the man moaned softly.
	"He's good, isn't he?" the first man said.
	"Ohh, fuck, he's incredible!"
	The first man moved away and Cody heard him say quietly, "There's a young
kid over there against the wall...one of the wrestlers, I think.  Sucks like
a pro."
	Within a couple of minutes Cody was surrounded by cocks, all poking at him
and throbbing and begging to be sucked by the young wrestler who sucked like
a pro. He felt strangely proud that the guy had said that.  He moved from
one man to the other.  Each cock was different and he loved discovering the
difference, in taste, in texture as well as size.  He just plain loved
sucking cock!  In the back of his mind he wrestled with the inevitable; that
one of these guys was sure to shoot his load, and what was he supposed to do
with it?  In all of his dreams, he imagined that he would swallow it; let
the guy pump his mouth full of the warm, thick semen and he would gulp it
down like warm honey.  But he had no idea what it tasted like and if he
didn't like it, what then?  Should he spit it out, on the floor?  Or try to
get off of the cock before it erupted?  Whatever, his worrying didn't deter
him from his newfound pleasure.
	As it turned out, no one shot off in his mouth.  Only one of the men shot
off at all, and he got his joy from purposely shooting all over Cody's face.
  That was more exciting than his imaginations of taking come in his mouth.
He didn't even bother to wipe it off, but instead, let it run down his face.
  Gradually, the gathering of men thinned out, as if they were suddenly
bored and off to find greener grass.  Cody got to his feet, still hungry for
more cock.  He wanted to line these guys up and suck every cock in the
place.  If Sean only knew what he was missing.  If he'd only stayed back in
the room and let him know what he wanted, Cody could have given it to him.
	The short time down on his haunches made him more emboldened.  There was
cock everywhere, and he had only to reach out for it.  He was standing
against one of the partitions when another man backed up without seeing him
and brushed against him.
	"Sorry."
	"No problem," Cody said.  Before the man could move away he placed his hand
on his hip to hold him there.  He got a feel of the man's butt; it was hard
as rock.  He felt the rest of his butt and the man flexed the muscles for
him.  He reached around from behind and squeezed his chest muscles, and the
man flexed them for him.  Cody ran his hands up and down the man's abs.  The
man tightened them into a plate of armor.  He went back to the man's butt,
more excited than he'd ever been in his life; realizing for the first time
that he was indeed a muscle worshipper. Then lowered himself to his knees,
feeling the front of the man's thighs. Godd, how he had wanted to do this
with his team mates, but it had to be enough only to feel their muscles in
the throes of competition.  That was the reason he went into wrestling, for
the physical contact with another guy's muscles.
	Slowly, the guy turned around so he was facing him.  As Cody ran his hands
up the man's thighs he was hit in the face with the man's cock.  It felt
like he'd been hit with a club.  He reached up for it and gasped aloud.  It
was huge!  He couldn't even get his hand around it!  Groping up and down the
shaft he found that both of his hands couldn't contain the length of it.
With both hands around it there was easily a fist-full of cock still
exposed.  He felt up and down the huge cock several times, guessing it to be
at least ten inches long; bigger than anything he had ever imagined, except
maybe for Braden.  He wet his lips and opened his mouth as wide as he could,
testing the expansion of his jaws a couple of times in preparation for the
enormous cock.
	The muscle-guy moaned as Cody took his cock in his mouth.  The head of his
cock was more like it.  He couldn't handle much more than the head and a few
inches of the thick shaft.  But he could use his tongue.  He had imagined in
a thousand dreams how he would do this, although in none of his dreams had
he ever imagined a cock so big.  He didn't believe any man could be hung
like this.  He sucked the inches that he could handle and did a masterful
number with his tongue.  He could tell by the way the guy was moaning and
his knees were shaking that he was doing good.  In all his imaginings he
never thought he could to be intensely happy doing something that so many
people said was wrong.  That was always in the back of his mind; the worry
of how wrong it would be if he ever got the chance to have another guy like
this. But in the short moments with this muscle-god and his awesomely
beautiful cock he knew that nothing that felt so wonderful could be wrong.
	His newly unbridled lust turned to passion and he became more concerned and
intent with giving the man pleasure.  It was pleasure enough for himself
that he could make him tremble and moan.  In his passion he became more
exuberant, even reckless in his desire to take more and more the huge cock.
He choked a couple of times and after the second time the man leaned down.
	"Hey, you don't have to try to swallow...Cody!"
	Cody snapped his head up and found himself looking squarely at Braden!
	"Braden!"
	"Come here," Braden said, as cupped his hands in Cody's armpits and lifted
him to his feet.  He did it effortlessly.  "Shit, Cody, what're you doing up
here?"
	"What're you doing up here?" Cody fired back.
	"That's pretty obvious, but..."
	"It should be pretty obvious for me, too," Cody hissed.
	Braden took him by the arm and led him out of the partitioned enclosure and
down the hallway.  He didn't realize it at the time but they went right past
Coach's room.
"Sounds like a lover's quarrel brewing," someone said.
Braden took him downstairs to one of the little alcoves where there were
chairs and small tables.
"Where's Sean?" he asked.  "He's supposed to be looking out for you."
"Who knows?  Probably out roaming around like you are," Cody said.
"Geezusss, Cody, I can't believe you were up there."
"Can't believe I was up there, or what I was doing?" Cody asked.
"Neither.  Fuck, man, I didn't know you...Godd, what a way to find out!"
"You can't say you didn't like it," Cody said.
	"Fuck, yeah, I liked it, but I thought it was somebody else...one of
those..."
	"One of those fags?"
	"You know what I mean.  Shit, Cody, you're only seventeen!  You're
jail-bait!  Sean's supposed to be looking out for you.  Let's go find him.
Shit, he is in so much trouble."
	Cody followed the big athlete around to their room.  The door was locked.
	"I don't have a key," Cody said.
	"Fuck!  Wait right here, I'll go up to the desk and have them unlock it."
	The desk clerk gave him a suspicious look when he asked him to unlock the
room.
	"He left the room to go to the rest room and closed the door without
thinking," Braden explained.  When the clerk was still hesitant, Braden
pleaded,  "Look, we're two of the wrestlers and I'm supposed to be looking
after him, and if the Coach finds us out of our room..."
	The clerk took a key off the board and went down to unlock the room.
Braden shoved him inside and closed the door.
	"I'm going to go find Sean.  Don't leave the room," he said.
	"Why?  Why are you going to look for Sean?  I'm in my room, safe and sound,
I don't need Sean," Cody said sarcastically.
	"To tell him his ass is in a sling," Braden said.
	"You can't tell him anything, without telling him what I was doing, and
where we both were, and who I was doing it to.  Are you going to tell him I
was sucking your cock?"
	Braden thought for a moment.  "No.  No, you're right.  I guess it's better
if we let it go.  But shit, what was he thinking!"
	"Same thing you were thinking, about getting his cock sucked," Cody said.
	"Shit, I'm glad Scott's in the room with Coach Colby," Braden said.
	"And who knows what him and the coach are doing?" Cody quipped.
	"Hey!"
	"Okay, yeah, that's pretty impossible to imagine," Cody admitted as he took
of his towel and crawled up on the bed.
	Braden seemed fidgety, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, as
if he didn't know what to do.
	"Well, I guess I'll stick around with you and wait till wonder-boy comes
back to assume his responsibilities," he said.
	"You don't have to but I won't mind if you do," Cody said.  "You might as
well lie down and get comfortable," he said, scooting over to make room for
him.
	Braden hesitated then sighed and climbed on the bunk.  He had one knee
pressed in the mattress when Cody reached his hand out and touched his
thigh.  Braden froze.  Cody moved his hand up his thigh, up under his towel
and found his cock, big and thick and rubbery.
	"I would like to finish what I started," Cody said.
	Braden hesitated for a few seconds.  "Geezuss, Cody, what're we doing?" he
moaned as he tore his towel off and knelt at the younger boy's face.
	"Something I've wanted to do, I think, ever since the first time I saw you
walking down the hall at school," Cody said.
	"No kidding?  I had no idea."
	"No, you wouldn't," Cody said.  "You're too studly and macho straight to
notice how another guy looks at you."
	"Oh, I've noticed how some guys look at me, but I never had any idea about
you."
	"You always looked like you had a package of hamburger and a big sausage
stuffed in your shorts," Cody said.  "I used to go in the restroom if I saw
you go in, just to see if I could get a look at your cock."
	"Oh, really?"
	"Yes.  It made my knees weak.  Of course, I couldn't get a real good look
without you noticing.  I never dreamed it would be this big, though."
	Braden laughed.  "I never dreamed it would get this big either."
	"There's something else I wanta do," Cody said.
	"What?"
	"I want to tongue your ass."
	"What!"
"I want you to sit on my face."
	"Geezusss, Cody, are you sure?"
	"Yes."
"Do you want me to do that now?"
	"Yes.  Oh, yes," Cody said.
	Braden raised up and moved up to straddle Cody's face.  He moaned as he
lowered himself and felt Cody's tongue searching eagerly for his asshole.
Cody clasped his hands around the athlete's taut butt muscles and pulled
them apart to stretch his hole open.
	"Aww...Ohhh, Cody...Awwww.....fuck...," Braden groaned as Cody drove his
tongue up into his ass.
	"I want you to fuck me, too," Cody said, his voice muffled by Braden's
butt.
	"I don't think you wanta do that. I'm pretty big," Braden said.
	"I know...that's partly the reason I want you to do it."
	"Why would you want me to tear through your asshole?"
	"I just want you to fuck me, man.  Somebody's going to do it, eventually.
I want it to be you."
	There was a split-second delay before the boys heard the key in the door.
Braden jumped up and flopped down beside Cody and folded one arm behind his
head, casual as you please.  His cock didn't look so casual, standing up
over his belly, dam near to his chest, but it was too late to do anything
about it.






                                                Chapter Eight

"Well, well, what's going on here?"  Sean asked with a leering grin as he
came into the room.
"Where have you been?" Braden asked gruffly.
"Question is, what're you doing?"
	"Your job, obviously," Braden said.  "I found Cody alone."
	"Well, he's not alone anymore," Sean said.  "And I'm not sure what you
thought my job was, but it didn't include a stiff cock.  Speaking of
which...Fuck, is that thing real?"
	"Never mind my cock," Braden said.  "Where've you been?"
	"Hey, I'm one of you, remember?  I'm eighteen.  I just happened to get
stuck with Cody."
	"Stuck with?" Cody said.  "You didn't have to baby-sit me but it would've
been nice if you told me you were leaving."
	"You were asleep," Sean said.
	"Did you check the place out?" Braden asked.
	"Yeah.  I was working out."
	"Did you check the place out?"  Braden asked.
	"You could say that.  Did you?"  Sean asked.
	"Why don't you guys just come out and admit you were roaming in and out of
every room getting your cocks sucked," Cody blurted. Braden turned his head
and looked at him with a surprised scowl.  "Why don't we all admit we did
exactly what the coach said not to do."
	"Are you admitting that?" Sean asked.
	"If you are," Cody said smartly.
	"Cody...," Braden began.
	"Okay.  Time for true confessions," Sean said. "I got my cock sucked, more
than once.  And fucked some ass.  Unbelievable!"  He waited on Cody or
Braden to speak up.
	"When I woke up and found you gone, I didn't stay in the room," Cody
admitted.
	"You're shittin' me!  You went out on your own?  Fuck, you're underage!"
Sean exclaimed.
	"As if that's a big concern of yours," Braden scoffed at Sean.
	"Hey, I left him in the room, behind a locked door, I didn't throw him to
the wolves," Sean said.  "So, where'd you go?  Please don't tell me you went
to the steam room."
	"No, I was scared to go to the steam room by myself.  I went up to the
blackout party."
	"Shit! Man, that's on the second floor.  Coach's room is on the second
floor," Sean said.
	"Well, I didn't figure Coach would be bringing Scott to the party," Cody
drawled.  "And that's where I met Braden."
	"You went to the blackout party?"
	Braden shrugged.  "Like you, I was checking the place out," he said.
	Sean reached out and gave Braden's cock a playful smack.  "Well, I guess
all you really have to admit to is why you're lying here in my bunk with
Cody with this huge hardon."
	"I'm not saying," Braden said.  "Cody can say whatever he wants."
Sean's expression went blank as it soaked in what he thought Braden was
saying.  His mouth moved but no words came out at first, and he was shaking
his head in disbelief.  "Come on...come on, don't tell me you and
Cody...Fuck!.....I did, didn't I?......I did almost walk in on something."
Braden shrugged. Cody didn't say anything.
"Okay, whatever, it's none of my business," Sean said.  "Did you check out
the steam room?" he asked Braden.
	"No."
	"Let's go check it out."
	"I'm coming with you," said Cody.
	"You can't.  Management said you can't go in there."
	"Yeah, and Coach said none of us could go in there," Cody shot back.
	Braden and Sean looked at each other, unsure what they should do.  They
both wanted to go to the steam room but they knew Cody wouldn't be left
behind.
	"Shit, Coach Colby and the management...if we get caught..." Braden said.
	"We'll sneak him in," Sean said.  "We go to the showers, I'll leave the
showers first and go in the steam room.  I'll open the door to let you know
the coast is clear and you guys come in."
	"Sounds like a plan," Braden said.
	When the three boys entered the showers several guys came out of the steam
room to shower.
	"You guys are part of the high school wrestling team," one said.
	"Yeah."
	"You sure don't look like high schoolers.  You look more like college
wrestlers."
	The boys weren't interested in making small talk nor being picked up to go
back to a guy's room.  The steam room was their destination.  Sean turned
off his shower, grabbed his towel and sauntered over to the steam room.  He
hung his towel on the rack outside the door and slipped inside.  He wiped
the steam off the door so he could see out.  Not that he really expected to
see the Coach.  He held the door open and Braden and Cody came across the
wet area to enter the steam room.
	There was a long, narrow enclosed corridor to the left with three guys
sitting in there.  They passed two little alcoves on the right and came to a
wall.  To the left was a larger open area and behind the wall was a tiled
tier with two men sitting on it and room for a third.  Above that was a
wider space with two men leaned back against the wall.  The second tier was
big enough for two men to lie down.  There were two light bulbs recessed in
the ceiling that offered a bare minimum of light.  Men moved to make room
for the boys and they found enough room to back up against the wall.  Cody
put one hand over his manhood at first but then put both hands behind him,
like Sean and Braden.
	Tension filled the room.  It was as if the hot steam brought everyone's
testosterone to the boiling point.  Sweat rolled down their smooth muscles
as the boys waited with their heads down as if they were totally absorbed in
soaking up the heat and letting it cleanse their pores.
One of the men sitting on the lower tier stood up.  "You guys must be part
of the wrestling team," he said.
	"Yeah," Braden said hoarsely.
	The man reached out and brushed his hand across Braden's muscular chest and
down his abs.  "Fuckin' nice," he said.
	"Thanks."
	When Braden didn't stop him the man went lower and wrapped his hand around
his cock.  "Dam!  I wasn't sure I was seeing straight through the steam," he
said.  "You must have to wear two jockstraps to hold this up.  If it ever
got out in the middle of a match, you could club your opponent with it."  He
tugged on Braden's cock, gently pulling him toward the lower tier where he
sat down again with Braden standing in front of him.  He put his hands
around is butt and the next instant the whole steam room knew he'd taken his
cock in his mouth.
	"AAwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  he cried out, tossing his head back.
	Cody and Sean looked at each other.  Then Cody saw the other man's arm out,
motioning for him to come over.  He bumped Sean's arm and went over to the
guy.  The man began running his hands all over Cody's tight, smooth muscles
then bent down and sucked his cock in his mouth.
	"OOOhhhhh, Yeah!" Cody gasped.
	The other men, seeing that the three teenagers were there for some action,
two guys moved on Sean at the same time.  He thought they might fight over
him.
They both went to their knees, one went for his cock and the other one
sucked on his balls.  Two more guys stepped up on each side and began
sucking on his tits  A moment later a fifth guy wedged his way between Sean
and the wall and dropped down to kiss and lick and tongue his ass.  Yeah,
this was the way to end a wrestling match, Sean thought.  This was their due
reward.  He only wished Scott could be there with them.  Hell, Coach, too.
	Sean was so caught up in his own pleasure that he wasn't paying much
attention to his team mates, till he glanced over and saw a guy knelt down
behind Cody, eating his ass.  Cody was bent over sucking the guy's cock who
was sitting up on the second tier.  So Cody's secret was out.  He was gay.
Sean wished he'd known it before now.  He was sure Cody and Braden had been
making out.  Fuck, he thought, these guys must think they've died and gone
to teenage heaven, getting hold of a young piece of muscle meat like Cody.
	The next time he looked over, the guy was standing up with his cock aimed
at Cody's ass.  Cody looked like he was willing, but Braden saw it too, and
reached out to stop the man.  He leaned over to Cody.  "Do you want him to
fuck you?"
	"Yes," Cody said.
	So Braden let it happen.
	The man spat and added his spit to the steam to lube up his cock.  Cody
jutted his butt back for it.
	"Take it easy with him," Braden warned the guy.
	It took several attempts before the man finally penetrated Cody's ass.  The
boy screamed around his mouthful of cock.  Thank heaven it was muffled.
Braden reached out with his hand on the man's chest.
	"I said take it easy," he warned again.
	"If he's virgin, its gonna hurt at first," the man said.
	When Braden pulled is hand back the man shoved his cock deeper.  Cody
choked on his outcry but didn't try to wrench away from the man.  The guy
buried his ass and Cody uttered a garbled, muffled groan.
	As the rest of the men saw that the boys were willing participants they
moved in like wolves on a flock of sheep. There were two guys kneeling down
working on Braden's ass now and Cody was taking a cock up his ass. Three
more guys stood around behind them, pulling on their cocks, waiting their
turn.  Word seemed to spread.  The door to the steam room opened and closed
repeatedly and more men crowded in to watch and try to get in on the action.
  The man fucking Cody went into spasms and shot his load up in the boy's
guts.
The guys working on Sean weren't sharing, nor were the three men on Braden.
Cody was wriggling his ass onto his second cock.  He was the only one being
passed around and there was a line for his young, tender ass.
Sean made a mental note of how many guys were fucking him.  It was four, so
far.  He would keep an eye on him.  He didn't know how much Cody could take
and he wasn't going to let these guys force him.
	Braden turned around so the other two men could have his cock and let the
other guy have his ass.  He was keeping an eye on Cody, too.  His count was
up to six.  One of the guys sucking him tugged on his cock, toward Cody.
	"I want to see him take this," the man said.
	Braden stepped over to Cody and guy fucking him pulled out and stepped back
out of the way, obviously deciding that the big wrestler was not to be
messed with.  Knowing Cody wanted it, and already broke in, Braden aimed his
cock and shoved it in with one hard stroke. Cody let out a new groan and
raised up.
	"Goddam, who let the horse in here," he gasped.
	"Fuck, he took that like a pro," someone said.
	"Yeah, and did you see the size of that stud's cock!  He must be ten inches
long!"
	Braden began fucking his team mate and Cody squirmed his butt around and
shoved his ass back on his cock.  After so many guys, he was loose and soft
and Braden could feel his cock almost sloshing around in all the come they
had shot in him. He bent over him and kissed his neck.
	"Do you want any more of these guys to fuck you, buddy?" he whispered.
	"Yes.  All of them, as many times as they want to fuck me."
	A man worked his way in and backed up to Sean, offering him his butt.  Sean
took hold of his hips and the man guided his cock to his hole.  Sean didn't
have to do anything but stand there.  The man shoved back onto his cock and
began fucking it.  The other guys picked up on it and when the shot his
load, another backed up to Sean's cock.
	Braden bent over Cody again.  "Do you want me to come in you?"
	"Yes.  But I don't want you guys to leave.  I don't want to be here by
myself," Cody said.
	"Sure, we wouldn't leave you here," Braden assured him.
	Sean was getting close for the hundredth time and he wasn't going to be
able to hold off any longer.  There was yet another guy backing up to his
cock when he put his hand on his butt to stop him.
	"I'm getting close, if anybody wants my load," he said.
	Three guys dropped to their knees, their mouths open like young birds
waiting to be fed by their mother.  He worked his load up and let it go full
force.
The stuff shot out in long, thick, powerful spurts, hitting the men in the
face.  He hit their mouths with some of it and they moaned and squealed with
delight.  When he was done shooting two of the guys kissed each other,
licking his come off each other's faces and exchanging his come in their
kisses.
	Braden shot his load deep inside Cody's ass and he could imagine his come
shooting out and swirling around with all the other come inside him.  He
held him tight for a couple of minutes before he let go and raised up to
withdraw his cock.  It swung free like a huge sausage.  He had barely
stepped out of the way when another guy stepped up to take his place.
	"Fuck, he ain't even gonna feel this, after taking that horse cock," the
man said.
	Sean and Brady stood side by side against the wall again.  Even though they
had both shot off, their cocks were still hard and the men wouldn't leave
them alone.  They let them suck them but it was a favor more than for
pleasure.
	"Shit, how long is he going to go on?"  Sean asked Braden.  "He's like the
fuckin' Energizer Bunny."
	"I don't know.  He said he wanted it as long as they want to fuck him,"
Braden said.
	"Goddam, we woke up a sleeping monster in that boy," Sean said.
	Finally, after four more guys had fucked Cody, Braden moved in and pulled
him up straight.  The three guys who were waiting, stepped back out of the
way.
	"Come on, Cody, we gotta get some air," Braden said.
	Cody didn't argue.  A pall of disappointment settled over the steam room as
the three hunky wrestlers left.  They showered again and went back to their
room.
	"Godd, that was incredible!" Cody gushed as he stood up on the bunk out of
their way to finish drying off
	"That's an understatement, "Sean said.  "Shit, man, you were taking cock
like a machine.  When the hell did you start doing this shit?"
	"Just tonight; first time upstairs at the blackout party," Cody said.
	"Those guys must have drilled you a new asshole,"  Braden said.
	"How the fuck can you take on that many guys at one time?" Sean asked.
	"It just feels good."
	They stretched out on the bunk tightly against each other, huddled under a
blanket. They had to lie on their sides to have enough room, with Cody
sandwiched between the two bigger athletes.
	"So, down in the steam room...was that a pretty fair example of what I
almost walked in on?" Sean asked quietly.
	"We never got that far; you came back too soon," Cody said.
	"Should I be building up any hopes for when we get back home?" Sean asked.
	"Just be careful what you hope for, you might get it, make sure you can
handle it," Braden said with a soft chuckle.






                                                   Chapter Nine

There were no windows in the place but Coach could sense that it was
morning.  He glanced at his watch and shook Scott's shoulder.
"I'm awake," Scott said as he stretched, then reached for Coach's cock.
	"Oohhnnnnn," Coach moaned softly.
	"Coach I was awake most of the night...thinking...wondering if..."
	"Wondering what?" Coach asked.
	"Coach...w-would you fuck me?"
	The words reverberated like a great gong.  Coach Colby couldn't believe his
ear.  His wildest dreams had just been laid before him.  It couldn't happen,
of course, but it was wonderful to imagine it.
	"I don't think you want to go there, Scott," he said.
	"Sorry, Coach...I shouldn't have mentioned it," the boy said timidly.
	"No, don't be sorry," Coach said quickly.  "Believe me, it's not that I
don't want to but getting your cock sucked and getting fucked are two
different things."
	"Yeah, that's the reason I wanta do it.  I want to see what its like. Have
you ever fucked another guy, Coach?"
	He hesitated then told the truth.  "Yes."
	"Then why not me?"
	"It not...it's just not in the cards, Scott.  First place, getting fucked
can really hurt, especially your first time. I don't want to hurt you."
	"It'll happen sometime, Coach," Scott said. "Maybe not with you...maybe you
won be my first, but somebody will."
	"We gotta get showered and dressed," Coach said quickly before he had time
to reconsider and weaken.  He took the boy down to the showers with a keen
eye on the way the other men looked at them.  They were practically drooling
over the muscular, young athlete, and no doubt jealous that he was with him.
  After last night, Coach wished there'd been some way of perhaps bringing
one of the other boys in on their little secret.  Maybe all three of them.
He felt a tingling in his nuts at the thought of all five of them crowded in
the same tiny room.  His imagination expanded the space to the locker room
at school, or the showers.  Suddenly he felt himself getting fluffed up and
reached up and turned on the cold water.
	"Can we go in the steam room for just a little bit, Coach?"  Scott asked.
	"No."
	"Just so I can see the inside of it," Scott persisted.
	"You would be with him, it would be okay," the man in the next shower said.
	Coach couldn't tell the guy that Scott was only seventeen.
	"Can we, Coach?"
	"Okay, but just for a minute."
	Scott turned his shower off and started across the wet area to the steam
room.  Coach caught up with him and shoved his towel at him.  "Put this on
first."
	Coach led him through the thick steam to the enclosure in the back.  They
leaned back against the wall, Scott with his hands down to his sides and his
head down, and Coach with his hands behind his back.  Coach watched the
naked men all around them; the way they were eyeing Scott.  He was ready to
pounce if any one of them made the slightest move.
	"You must be one of the wrestlers, the way you're built," a man said.
	"Yeah.  This is my coach," Scott said in all his innocence.
	"You're a lucky man, Coach.  We heard that two of your boys won their
weight class."
	"Yes, they're really fine athletes," Coach said.
	"Yes...really fine," the man said.
	As the men grew accustomed to the two newcomers they became more relaxed
and returned to the reason they were all there.  Several of them began to
openly pull on their cocks.  Quickly, there were several hardons around
them, and despite his best intentions, Coach could feel his own cock coming
to life.  He gave a side glance downward and saw Scott's towel beginning to
tent.  This can't happen, he thought.  Too much had already happened and it
was bad enough that on top of that, he'd brought the kid into the steam
room.  He couldn't let it go beyond that.
	He nudged Scott.  "We'd better go."
	"Yeah...,"  Scott let his voice trail off, full of intent and innuendo.  He
  reached down and unknotted his towel and wiped his face and chest, leaving
his young, stiff cock standing out from his loins.  Coach saw the eight-inch
took throbbing and quivering and it made his knees go weak and his stomach
flutter.
No one would know...Godd, he longed to draw the boy to the full-fledged orgy
that would surely ensue if he let his guard down.  He wanted to drop to his
knees and take the boy's cock in his mouth and show the other men that the
young athlete was all his. Suddenly, thankfully, his sense of responsibility
kicked in.
"Come on, the others will be waiting," he said in his best authoritative
voice.
Obediently, Scott followed him out.
"Good-bye, Scott.  Have a good season," someone called after them.
"Do you need to get back under the cold shower?" Coach asked him.
"No, I'm okay.  It'll go down."
"That's what you said last night, all night," Coach said under his breath.
As they made their way back to the room they passed several guys who were
drooling over the muscular, young athlete.




                                        Chapter Ten

The drive home was quiet.  Too quiet.  Coach began to wonder what might have
happened last night; besides him and Scott.
"Everybody get a good night's sleep?" he asked.
"Not really," Sean said.
"That couch was like sleeping on a torture bed of nails," Braden said.  "I
did finally get a few ZZZs when Cody and Sean let me bunk with them."
"You guys all slept in the same bunk?" Scott asked, surprised.
Braden laughed.  "It was more like we all spent the night in the same bunk.
I don't know how much sleep any of us got.  But it as better than freezing
to death."
"You guys sleep okay?" Sean asked Coach.
"I slept like a baby," Scott said.
	"Don't forget our pact, guys," Coach said.  "Where did we stay last night?"
"Motel Six!" they all replied in unison.
Coach had a gut feeling, stronger than any he'd ever had, that there was a
lot more than the boys were saying about the night in Indianapolis. Just
like there was more to his and Scott's story.  He wondered how he could get
it out of them.  His fantasy that had taken seed in the steam room, to get
the guys together, began to take root in his head and a plan emerged.  One
by one he approached them.  More correctly, he confronted them.






                                                Chapter Eleven

"I didn't want to bring this up in front of the other guys, but is there
something we need to talk about?"  he asked Braden the first time they were
alone in the locker room.
"What do you mean, Coach?"
"I came to check on you in that men's club and you weren't in the lounge on
the couch; you were nowhere to be found."
"That couch was hell," Braden said.  "The springs were coming through.  Some
guy offered me his room."
"You went to somebody's room?!"
"Yeah, I was so damned wore out and sleepy...he told the desk so you would
know where to find me if you came looking for me."
"Oh, well, I didn't check at the desk.	But then, maybe he was counting on
that."  He eyed him with the unasked question all over his face.  Finally,
he asked it.  "Do I need to ask if anything happened?"
"Are you asking?"
"Yes.  I'm responsible for you, after all."
"I'm eighteen, coach, I'm responsible for myself," Braden said.
"Not as my student and my athlete and I don't give a dam how old you are,"
the Coach said.  "Why do I get the feeling you're dodging my question?"
"Because I am dodging your question," Braden said.  "Okay, something
happened," he said, his eyes downcast.  "Hell, I can't lie to you, Coach."
Coach let out a loud sigh.  "Geezuss, Braden...!"
"It just happened, Coach.  It all started out innocent enough...I thought the
guy was just offering me his room to keep warm and get some sleep."
	"It might have just happened, but you placed yourself in a situation where
it was pretty damned likely to happen," coach admonished him.
"I know, but it didn't start out that way...seriously, Coach, not with that
in mind..."
"Bullshit.  You went to this guy's room, in a gay men's club, and never gave
even the slightest thought that there might be the slightest chance that he
might try something?"  Coach scoffed.  "Who do you think you're talking to?
How stupid do  you think I am?"
"I know...I'm sorry, Coach, I know you're not that stupid," Braden said. "I
did give it a thought...wondered if he might try something, but he said I
could use his room by myself if I wanted to, but...well, then he never left.
He just crawled in the bunk."
"And you crawled in with him.  Knowing he was gay."
"Yes."  He lowered his head again, with guilt over what he'd done and shame
that he'd tried to lie to his Coach.  "You're not done, Coach. Aren't you
going to ask me what happened?"
"That doesn't take much imagination," Coach said.
Godd, if he only knew.  About going up to the black-out party; in the sauna;
about Cody, and Sean and him and Cody...the man would keel over with a heart
attack.
It went well with Braden; he found out what he wanted to know, although he
had no idea that Braden had told him only part of the story.
Sean was next.
"I didn't want to bring this up in front of the other guys, but is there
something we need to talk about, Sean?"
"What do you mean, coach?"
"I came to check on you and Cody in Indy and there was no one in the room."
"We were working out," Sean said.
"I checked the workout room," Coach said.
"We must have been in the shower, then, or in the Jacuzzi.  Cody wanted to
try the Jacuzzi."
"I looked there.  I even looked in the sauna and the steam room.  Which
leaves me with only one conclusion."
"You told us not to go in the steam room," Sean said quickly.
"How about someone else's room.  Is that a possibility?" Coach asked.
"It's...a possibility," Sean admitted with a guilty look.
Coach took a moment to feign his anger.  "Do I have this straight?  I put
you in charge of Cody and you drag his butt off to somebody's room in a gay
men's club?  What were you thinking!  My Godd, Sean...where is your sense of
responsibility?"
"I didn't exactly drag him, Coach," he said defensively.  "He wanted to...he
was curious."
"Well, you were in charge of him.  This was one occasion when you were
supposed to curb his curiosity," Coach blurted.  "He's seventeen years old!"
"He's not that far from eighteen," Sean said defensively.
Coach held up one hand.  "Do you have any idea what kind of situation you've
put me in, as well as yourself.  You're eighteen, Sean, you can be held
liable as much as me."
"It's not like he's going to tell anybody," Sean scoffed.  Coach, the only
explanation I have for nobody being in the room when you checked on us is
that I was gone...yeah, I admit that...and he must have gone to the restroom,
or maybe he was in the lounge watching TV; I honestly don't know.  But what
happened was...it was between us, Coach...me and Cody."
"You and Cody?"
"Yes, sir.  I can't even explain how it happened...it just did."

Coach was satisfied with Sean's story.  He managed to question Cody the same
day as Sean.
"I didn't want to bring this up in front of the other guys, but is there
something we need to talk about, Cody?"
Cody just looked at him.
"Is there?"
"I don't know.
"In Indianapolis, I came to check on you and Sean and there was no one in
the room."
"I left once to go to the rest room, and Sean wasn't in the room at the
time," Cody said.
"Do you know where he was?"
"Not for sure.  I have a pretty good idea, though."
"That would be?"  Coach asked.
"I don't have to draw you a picture, Coach," he said.
"Did you let anyone in your room?"
"No. Only Braden.  He stopped by and found out Sean had left me alone and he
stuck around.  You don't have to worry, I wasn't thrown to the wolves,
Coach," he said.
Coach didn't pursue Cody's story.  He didn't want pressure him by revealing
what Sean had said about the two of them and if it involved Braden at some
point, well he wasn't going to ask if he and Braden had done anything.  He
had all the information he needed...more than he'd ever hoped for in his
lifetime.  But now he didn't know what he might do with that knowledge.






                                     Chapter Twelve

It was the first time the boys had any time together since the Indianapolis
trip. They were leaving practice when Sean suggested that they go for pizza.
  At Mandy's Pizza, they took a booth in the far back, out of ear-shot of
other customers.  An uneasy quiet settled over the booth after they had
ordered.   It was almost a feeling expectancy.  Finally, Scott spoke up
first.
	"Well, how many of us got our cocks sucked in Indianapolis?" he asked in a
quiet tone, leaning across the table.
	Cody was the only one who showed any reaction.  Braden and Sean sat with
dead-pan expressions.
"Would that be unanimous?" Scott joked.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sean hissed.
"Oh, come on.   The place was full of hungry fags and four teenage wrestlers
come walking in and we're all going to sit here with straight faces and deny
that anything came of that?"  Scott said.  "Especially, you, Braden.  You
were on your own; you had free run of the place."
"I plead the fifth," Braden said.
"Pleading the fifth is an admission of guilt," Sean said.
"No, it's just saying I'm not going to say."
"It's saying you don't have to say anything.  What you're not saying speaks
loud and clear."
Sean and Cody glanced warily at Braden, both wondering if he was going to
admit anything.
"Okay, I got groped a couple of times," Braden admitted.
"That's it?  Groped?  You can grope yourself," Scott joked.  "You can tell
us, man. You got your cock sucked, didn't you?"
Braden hesitated then nodded.  "Yeah," he said, trying to conceal the smile
that was coming across his face.
	"I knew it!" Scott exclaimed.  "Tell us about it."
	"What's to tell?  Some guy gave me head.  It was great.  End of story."
	Sean said, "Hey, you said how many of us got our cocks sucked in
Indianapolis."
	"Yes, that would be inclusive," Scott said with a mischievous grin.
"How did you manage to get away from the Coach long enough to find any
action?"  Braden scoffed.
Scott smiled down at his hands.  "Who says I managed to get away from the
coach?"
The other three boys gaped at him; Cody being the last to catch on.
"What're you saying?" Sean asked.
"I never left the room the whole night," Scott said.
"You never left the room...and...?"
Scott just smiled.
	"You wanta eat pizza or knuckles?"  Braden threatened. "Talk."
"Y-you had sex w-with the C-Coach," Cody stammered.
"Yeah."
"Geezusss!"  Braden gasped.
"Fuck, I don't believe it," Sean said.
"Believe it," Scott said.  He sat smiling with mischievous pride.  The other
three boys looked at each other warily.
"What about you, Cody?"  Scott asked.  "Aw, hell, they probably didn't let
you out of the room either.  What about you, Sean?"
The three boys kept looking at each other.
"Hey!....Hey, you guys ended up spending most of the night together; all
three of you packed in that little bed like sardines," Scott said, his eyes
wide and his mouth dropped.  "Don't tell me...you guys did it together!"
"Well...," Sean said, looking at Braden and Cody for some sign that they
wanted him to keep quiet.  "Us together, and us with about a dozen other
guys in the steam room."
	"Oh, and there was the blackout party," Braden put in.
	"Yeah, while you were stuck all alone all night with the coach," Sean said.
	Their pizza arrived and there was a short reprieve from the conversation
that still had the boy reeling
	"We checked out the steam room, too," Scott admitted quietly.
	"Coach took you to the steam room!?"
	"Yeah, nothing happened.  Things were just beginning to heat up when Coach
decided we should leave.  That was early in the morning and we had to get
showered and dressed to leave."
	"Dam, and he racked my ass for not keep a close eye on Cody," Sean said.
"He came around checking on you?" Braden asked, surprised.
	"Yeah.  I lied through my teeth, but he'd already checked the workout room
and the Jacuzzi, even the steam room, looking for me and drew his own
conclusions; that I was in somebody's room," Sean said.
	"He racked my ass, too, for not spending the entire night on that
couch-from-hell with the springs popping through," Braden put in.  "I didn't
tell him everything, but he guessed that I was in somebody's room."
	"You told him?"
	"I had to admit to something; he's not stupid," Braden said.
	"Guys...," Sean said.  His pause made them put down their pizza and look
at him.  "Coach never left the room the whole night.  He didn't go checking
on anybody."
	"Son-of-a-bitch!" Sean swore.
	"He just assumed you would all check things out and devised his little
scheme to make you admit to it," Scott said.  "But, hey, it's okay that he
knows. He hasn't treated us any differently, has he, since we got back?"
"Not us," Braden said. "We don't know how he's treating you."  		"Well, with
everything all out in the open, I think its how we treat each other that
counts," young Cody put in.
	"We haven't been treating each other any differently, have we?" Scott
asked, looking all around.
	"That's my point," Cody said.  "We are all different now, and that's not
going to change back to the way it was...not ever, no matter how hard we try,
and I don't want it to."  He lowered his voice and leaned in across the
table.  "It might come as a shock to you...well, not to Braden and Sean...
but I'm gay," he went on.
Scott held up a hand to silence him.  "Wait...wait...it wouldn't come as a
shock to Braden and Sean?"
	"The whole truth isn't on the table yet, and that includes your whole truth
and that's part of my point," Cody continued.  "My truth is, I lost my
virginity back in Indianapolis, guys, and I don't want it back even if I
could.  This code of silence we've imposed on ourselves is driving me nuts."
	"I'm still wrestling with, it wouldn't be a shock to Braden and Sean,"
Scott said.
	"They took me to the steam room," Cody said.
	Scott gaped at the two older athletes.  Brady and Sean looked down at their
pizza.
	"I don't want what happened in Indianapolis to be the end of it," Cody went
on.  "And I don't think you guys do, either.  The only problem is,
everybody's afraid to ask questions for fear they're going to have to admit
something about themselves.  Well, I'm admitting it and I think the rest of
you should have the guts to do the same."
"Out of the mouths of babes," Braden said quietly when Cody was finished.
"I'm not a babe," Cody growled.
"Oh, you're a babe," Braden said.
"I'm willing to admit anything you want, just so long as I get to hear the
details behind that remark," Scott said.
"If we're all going to come clean with each other, I think we ought to face
the Coach, too," Sean said.
	"He's going to know Scott told us about them," Braden warned.
	"That's okay," Scott said.
	"Okay.  Tomorrow afternoon, after wrestling practice?" Braden suggested.

Coach went to his office after excusing the boys from practice.  They
started taking off their singlets when Braden stopped, with his singlet
hanging from his waist.  Scott was already down to his jockstrap and his
socks but he stopped there.
	"Now?" Sean asked quietly.
	"Now," the other replied in unison.
	Together, they walked into the coach's office, standing around his desk.
	"Looks like you've got something on your minds, guys.  What's up?" Coach
asked.
	"It's about Indy, Coach," Sean began.
	"Yeah, we got to talking over pizza last night, about the Indianapolis
match, and that blizzard, and we...well, stories started coming out and ...we
sort of compared notes," Braden said.
	There was an uneasy pause as they waited to see who would speak next.
	"Yeah, seems like we all pretty much ended up in the same boat, one way or
another...did pretty much what you told us not to do,"  Scott said, with his
head down, as if he were afraid to look Coach in the eye, wanting to avoid
the look of betrayal that was sure to be there.
  	"I assume you all know that I approached each one of you on this," Coach
said.
	"And now we're approaching you, Coach," Braden said boldly. "First to
apologize for not doing what you said...but un-apologizing for what
happened."
	"I don't think we should talk about this now, in the locker room," Coach
said in a hoarsely nervous tone.
	"You name the place, Coach.  Maybe we could go to your apartment," Scott
suggested.
	"Or bolt the locker room door from the inside," Braden suggested.  He
dropped his hand over the front of singlet, casually massaging the big bulge
there.  Scott's jockstrap was beginning to tent, and Sean's and Cody's
singlets were looking pretty full.
	Coach swallowed, a gulp so loud that everyone could hear it.
	"Want me to get the door?" Cody asked in a timid voice but anxious to pick
up the momentum.
	Coach hesitated then stood up.  "I'll get the door.  You boys go ahead back
to the showers.  I'll join you in a minute."
	The boys obediently left his office and finished stripping down and headed
back to the showers.
	"Do you think he'll come back?" Sean asked.
	"Or do you think we just signed our death warrants?" Cody said.
"He'll come back," Scott said.
They heard the metallic clank of the bolt being shoved in.
	"Shit, that sounded like the doors of Alcatraz going shut," Braden joked.
"I guess we'll see in a couple of minutes," Scott said.
	A moment later, Coach appeared at the shower entrance, naked.  It as rare
that any of the boys ever saw him naked.  He hung his towel on a hook
outside the showers and strode under a shower that was already running for
him.
	"Just to remind you of our number one rule...just like we stayed in a Motel
Six in Indianapolis...everything that happens in the locker room, stays in
the locker room," he said.
	"Yes, sir, Coach," the boy replied in unison.

				  The End