Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2023 21:37:34 +0000 From: SFWolf Subject: 'Papi and Me' Chapter 2/4 The following story is is an original work of fiction, based on some actual events. The author is over the age of eighteen. This story depicts sexual situations between adult and minor males. If this context is illegal where you reside, or you otherwise find it offensive, please do not read. Move on to a more suitable story for you. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. I welcome feedback, both positive responses and constructive criticism, at sfwolf@protonmail.com If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going. -Wolf 'PAPI AND ME' Chapter II - WRESTLING WITH COACH Coach Connelly was pushing me down to the mat, hard. The whole Varsity team watched as he walked us the through the process of the `Arm Bar with Wrist' pin. I felt his crotch against my back as his knee moved up between my legs. I could feel his wiry leg hair brushing against mine. He paused to narrate and explain the steps of the arm bar as I lay there on my stomach, unable to move. I felt my crotch get warm and my cock swell with blood. He rode all of us hard at that start of practice with conditioning drills, and I was exhausted. I was completely under his control. `FUCK', I thought, `I can't have a fucking hard-on now!' He walked around my body on his thigh as he demonstrated the fall, bringing my shoulders to the mat and turning me over on my back. The whole team could see it, my rock-hard cock pushing against my singlet. A few guys snickered, and a couple laughed. Others just smiled awkwardly. Except for Duke, who's reddening face had a look of complete horror. When he finished, Coach looked down at my crotch and then back up to the line of guys on the edge of the mat with a frown. He released me from his grip and let me sit up. "This happens, ladies. Don't get too excited." He looked into my eyes and asked, "You alright, Navidad?" "Yes coach." It felt so good to have his attention. All I could do is look back at him with a mixture of excitement and emotion from his checking in with me. He stood up and offered me a hand. We made a forearm-to forearm lift, and I took my place in line as he faced the rest of the team. "Alright team, first tournament of the season's on Saturday. I want all of you to get in some cardio tomorrow and rest up tomorrow night. I don't want to see any dragging asses on the mat this weekend." "Yes coach," the team half-whined. "Excuse me?" "YES COACH!" "That's better. Shower and get out of here. Sanders, Vu, Duke, Navidad: Roll up the mats." We rolled up the mats and stowed them under the bleachers. It was sweaty, awkward work after a full two-hour practice and the `Big Stairs' run at the start. It was October in Sacramento and the afternoon was hot and still. Rice straw smoke hung in the air and turned the sky a dirty pink. The other guys skipped their showers, grabbed their gym bags and left the locker room. "Perfect,' I thought, `I can shower in peace.' I hated showering with the team, all the grab-ass and trash talk. I pulled my off my shoes and socks in front of my locker and pushed the straps down on my singlet. I was about to pull the singlet off when I heard Coach call my name from his office. "Navidad, you still here?" "Yes Coach." "Come on in here for a minute." I made my way to his office and stood in the open door. Coach had taken off the t-shirt he wore for practice. The straps of his black `Coach' singlet were pulled down to his waist and they looped at his hips on the seat of his chair. His powerful arms and wide shoulders were beautifully sculpted by a summer of weight training. His broad chest was completely covered in neatly trimmed ginger hair His entire upper body was tan to his waistline from work outside. This was more of his body than I'd ever seen before today. When I was in JV and I saw him at dual meets, he was always fully dressed. He was a fucking god. I hoped I wouldn't pop a boner again as I stood in front of him. "What happened out there today, Ruben?" I was mortified, "Don't know..." He never called anyone by their first name. Just their last name, like in the army. I felt my cock getting hard again. In seconds, I could feel it swell to full-size. I looked at the floor, the walls, anything to avoid looking him in the eye. Or at his body. "Things like that happen, and it's OK. You hear me" I looked up and met his eyes, "Yes, coach." He looked down at the uncut head of my cock straining against my singlet and the jock underneath it, and then up to meet my gaze. "You have the body and the brains to be a great wrestler. Your father was a champion at this school. I'm sure you've seen the awards in the trophy case with his name on them. You can be one too. You just need to apply yourself." "Yes, Coach." "OK. You're free to go," he said, dismissing me with a wave of his hand. He turned back to his desk and I headed to the showers. I did OK at the tournament. Not great, not bad. My dad usually came to all my meets, but this one he had to work. Yes, he was a wrestling champion and hoped that I could be the same. I liked wrestling and I was good at it. I won my share of ribbons, and I was the best wrestler on the team in the 120lb. weight class. but I felt the pressure of always being compared to my dad. He encouraged me to be my best, not his. He let my sports performance be my own and never compared us. I love my dad, and I've always known that he loves me. Some of the other guys on the team were calling me `Spike' whenever Coach wasn't nearby, and my face and ears burned. When I got up off the mat after my match, Coach put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. `Good match, bud' he smiled as he led me back to the bench. Whenever he sat down that day, it was next to me. I felt special, like I was different to him. As we packed up to go home, he asked: "Do you want to work on some pins and escapes next week, one-on-one?" "Sure!" I was excited, and confused. What was he planning? At practice the next Monday, the guys were still calling me `Spike'. `Don't spar with Navidad, you'll end up gay'. Fuck them. `Sportsmanship, gentlemen' Coach testily reminded them the one time he heard 'Spike.' After the other guys left, we met on the mat for some drills. Coach showed me some advanced holds and pins, and I was getting it. Mostly. I think he was going easy on me. A couple of times, we recovered after a drill and he was on his knees and feet, breathing heavy and looking right at me. Sweat spiked his high-and-tight haircut. I could see the crotch bulge in his singlet. He wasn't hard, but you could tell he was big. When he showed me the next pin, I could feel his hard cock up against my ass as he pushed it into my crack. A few times he had me in a hold where my face was in his armpit. The scent of his pits wasn't rank, but musky and intoxicating. I wanted to bury my face in them forever. I stayed in that position until he moved. At the end, I pinned him and I got hard. I'm sure he felt it. After about an hour, we were both tired and done for the day. "OK, Ruben." He never calls me `Navidad' when we're alone together. "Let's hit the showers. We're not supposed to be in there at the same time, but I don't think it's going to be a problem' he said to me with a wink as the end of the sentence curled into a question. "No, I'm cool with it." I stripped off at my locker and stalled for time a little, not knowing what was going to happen, or how I'd react. I heard the locks on the doors to the gym and then the hall click and we were locked in. I grabbed my towel and made my way to the showers. He was already there, naked under the water from a shower head on the wall. He was beautiful!. The freckles that covered his chest and arms continued onto his powerful thighs, and muscular ass. His whole lower body was covered in red fur, including his ass. His fiery red pubic hair was neatly clipped to frame his fat, cut 6" cock. It was completely hard and ready to go. I was almost hairless, except for a little on my arms and nests of black hair in my armpits and crotch. I felt self-conscious. I looked like a little boy compared to the man who stood in front of me, smiling and soaping up his crotch. I stopped, nervous and my heart was pounding. I felt my hands and feet turn icy cold, but my face was hot. "Come on. There's nothing to be afraid of." I threw my towel down next to his and cautiously made my way to the shower head next to him. I turned on the hot tap, then the cold. I stepped into the stream, and felt his hand on the small of my back. `It's OK Ruben, it's OK.' He said as he rubbed down to my smooth, hairless ass and back up. I turned toward him, and my cock was standing straight up through my black pubes, the head poking through the foreskin. He looked down and gently took it in his hand as the water poured over it. `It's beautiful. You're beautiful." I put my hand on his pec and my thumb on his nipple. It was rock-solid with muscle, and I rubbed his nipple gently as the water streamed over it. He pulled me closer until out bodies touched, and he leaned in to whisper my ear. "Is this what you want?" "I, I don't know." "I felt your hard cock against me today. I know you want something." "I, I...' I couldn't say anything. It was too overwhelming. I wanted him inside me so bad. After months of jacking off thinking about him, he was standing in front of me naked and inviting me to touch him. I couldn't talk, but I wanted to let him know that I wanted him. He turned my shower off. His shower stream hit him on the back of his neck and the water flowed down his perfectly toned chest and off the bottom of his ball sack. I slowly lowered myself to his crotch and knelt on the hard terrazzo floor. He stepped forward slightly, cutting off the waterfall coursing over his torso. I took his cock in both hands and guided my mouth toward it, carefully. I started with the tip, wrapping my lips around just the head. I ran my tongue around it, stopping to taste the salty pre-cum from his slit. Then I took its full volume into my mouth. I coughed and gagged, not knowing that would happen. He was bigger than my dad, and I didn't expect it. I went back down, only taking half inside me and working the bottom of his cock with my tongue. I felt the pain in my knees from kneeling, but I didn't care. I was going to take care of my Coach like he deserved. As I worked his shaft, I looked up to see him close his eyes and lean his head back. He gripped the shower head to steady himself and not send the rushing stream of water directly onto the top of my head. Rivulets of water began to trickle down his chest again, running over my hands and splashing in my eyes. I did everything I could to give his cock the royal treatment, watching as Coach alternated between satisfied groans and `Fuck, Ruben'. He looked down and slid his hand between my hands and the root of his cock and balls. `Fuck, I'm close. Not yet' he said as he backed me away and turned off the water. He put his hand under my chin to lift me up back to standing. My knees and lower legs had fallen asleep and I was too weak to stand up. His left arm held me close against his chest to steady me as he slipped his right around the back of my head. I felt so safe, so wanted. I wanted to feel that way forever. He leaned down and gave me a long, wet kiss. I felt the softness of his tongue against mine as it chased around my mouth. Water dripped down our bodies together, from his to mine and mine to his. He moved his hand from my head down to caress the curve of my ass. I felt his left arm relax as he tested whether my legs would support me again. I put my weight back on my legs as he guided me by my ass to the benches between the lockers. He picked up my towel and began to dry me off as tenderly as you would a child. He never broke eye contact as he started rubbing my hair and worked his way down my torso. His hair was spiky from the water and made him look even younger than he was. He pulled under my arm to signal that I should stand on the bench and I stepped up. He dried my lower body, stopping to put his face in my crotch and inhale deeply. When he was done, I stepped down as he neatly folded my towel longways into a pad as wide as the bench seat. As he dried himself, it was my turn to stare into his depthless green eyes as he worked the towel over his broad shoulders and down over the rest of him. He folded his towel the same way. He sat down on his towel, then guided me over to him. I straddled his lap, feeling his erection against my ass. He held me again, hugging me tightly. I could feel the sharp ends of his chest hair brush against my nipples. He kissed me again, then slowly lowered me onto my back as my spine met my damp towel. From under the bench, he pulled out a travel-sized bottle of lube and began to slick my asshole. His finger probed my hole gently, getting it ready for him. He rubbed another handful on his cock and looked into my eyes, raised his eyebrows and said: "You ready, Ruben'? "Yes, Coach." He leaned into me as he raised my legs slightly from behind my knees. He moved forward and I felt the head of his cock probing for my hole. I shifted my hips to line us up, and he surged forward. Instantly his whole shaft was inside me. I whined quietly as I adjusted to the mass now filling me up. He pushed closer, slowly moving in and out. It was painful, exhilarating and satisfying all at once. I felt his head on my prostate, almost like when I jacked myself off. I was ready to shoot. One last thrust and everything inside me burst out. I howled as jets of cum arched out of my dick and onto my stomach. Coach's eyes were wild as he pressed his palm against my open mouth to quiet my screaming. As soon as he did, he came himself and let out a stifled groan of pleasure. I felt his hot cum as it pulsed into my ass. After we took a moment to regroup, he pulled me up by my shoulders into a sitting position in his lap. He was still deep inside me when he kissed me again, slowly and gently. I felt his cock soften and slowly slide out of my hole, leaking cum and lube. "That was amazing," he whispered in my ear. "Fuck yeah, Coach!" "Was that your first time?" "No." His face looked surprised. `I'm going to rinse off' I said as I walked to the shower I had used before. I stood under the stream facing where Coach was sitting. He stared as I rubbed my hand over my stomach and balls. His cock was swelling again as I turned away from him, running my finger through my ass crack to clean my hole. I dried off with my damp towel as Coach rubbed my thighs from behind, and then he literally kissed my ass. I lifted the towel over my head and Coach took it, rubbing me dry. "Let's keep this just between us men, alright Ruben? If anyone finds out, I'm in deep shit." "I know, Coach. This is just between us." "Forget just losing my job. Prison, Ruben. I could go to prison. Guys that mess around with kids don't last long, and no one would care that you're 17." "I know, Coach. I don't want that either." "Alright, let's get out of here'. He gave me a short kiss and rubbed my back. `I have to lock up and be out of here in 15'. "Yes, Coach. See you Wednesday?" "See you then, buddy." I got dressed and walked home. My dad was pulling his van into the garage as I walked up the sidewalk. "How was practice?" "Great! Practice was great.' "Did Connelly show you some new moves," "Yup," I said, trying to be casual. As we walked into the front door, my dad put his hand down the back of my shorts and rubbed my ass between the straps of my jock and fingered my hole. "Connelly's a good one." ____________________________________________________________________________ If you like what you're reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep this FREE site going.