Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2022 06:52:21 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wanting to Make the team (young-friends - part 4)

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Dozens of boys, mostly teenagers of all varieties, were rushing around
the open gymnasium, trying to impress us judges. Today were the try-outs
for the school wrestling team. Brad and I were best mates and co-captains
of the school team. We sat next to each other on the sidelines, the coach
having joined us, all eyes looking for talent. Most of the boys we knew,
as they were sophomores from our school. Some of them were from our
classes, all in their gear, running and shouting, their shoes squeaking
across the polished floor. And while there were certainly plenty of cute
freshmen around strutting their stuff too, there was only one boy I was
really interested in. Ryan, Brad's younger brother, was going to be
trying out today as well.

It had been a few months since we had had our little fun together at his
house. A few months had passed since he had shown me his stuff, and he
had done me the favour of giving me my first blow job. He was in the
changing rooms right now, here to impress, as was everyone else. I'd
already given the coach my good word for Ryan. Brad didn't know I wanted
his brother on the team, but it wouldn't matter once Ryan made it in
anyway.

Finally, I saw him enter through the main doors at the far end of the gym
hall. He looked adorable in his one-piece wrestling singlet, which went
all the way down from his shoulders to his tight spandex-covered bottoms.
The white with blue trim uniform showed off his curves nicely, and he was
only just starting to fill out, a little lump protruding from between his
legs confirming to everyone around him that he was an all-American boy.
He looked funny the way he protected his boyhood with his hand, though no
one else really cared that they were showing. Except for me, of course.

"Hey... " he said softly as he walked up on us, one hand still covering
his little bumps.

"Hey, twerp. You really think you've got it in you for this, huh?" his
older brother Brad asked.

"I can only do my best," Ryan replied, looking at me and getting my nod
of approval. "Shouldn't I be wearing a cup or something?"

"Why? It's not like you have got much down there anyway," Brad joked.
Ryan just scowled back at him. Good old sibling rivalry.

"You won't need one for just tryouts," our coach confirmed, interupting
their banter. "As you can see, you aren't the only one out here without a
cup."

"But everyone can see what I've got!"

"You'll have to get over that if you're going to make the team," the
coach replied gruffly. He turned to me, confirming that it would be me
pairing off against Ryan in the squared circle.

I saw Ryan visibly gulp. "But I don't know anything about wrestling.
He'll beat me easily! I want to face someone else!"

I stood up in front of him and winked. "You aren't expected to beat me.
We just want to see what you're made of. "

"There will be no hitting, punching, or kicking," the coach assured him.
"Just grappling and holding. You're in good hands. "

Moments later, I was crouched across from him in my gear, him awkwardly
crouched opposite. His form was cute, awkwardly stooped, not quite
knowing how to do anything yet. He looked nervous, and rightly so. I
could hear Brad chuckling behind us. The whistle blew, and Ryan lunged
towards me. He took a grab of my arm and just sort of...pulled. He didn't
have much luck there due to his smaller size, so he went for my thigh,
trying the same trick, just kind of yanking on it. I could feel him
trying, but I doubted he was using all his strength, possibly worried he
might get me mad or something.

"You're too strong," he complained.

"Put your heart into it. Throw your whole self into it."

"I can't!"

"Come on, get angry. You're going to have to grow a pair if you're going
to be able to do this. " I saw a flicker in his eyes. A flicker of
something that I knew got under his skin. Oh yeah. The teasing. That
should do it. "Perhaps Brad is right, and that tiny nub you've got down
there is too small afterall."

He rushed at me again, appearing more frustrated. He clawed at me a bit
harder this time, almost making me lose my balance. The difference in our
sizes was comical. Real tournaments would never allow something like
this. Our weights were just too different. Deciding to make a move, I
wrapped an arm around his waist, levered him upwards, and then slammed
him to the mat. In a flash, I was on top of him, pinning him on his back
under me.

"See?" he whined. "You're too big."

"I told you, you're not meant to win. You are just trying to impress. Now
try and fight me. Get me off of you. "

"Grrrr!" He was huffing and puffing and trying to just lift me off, his
face turning flush with effort. Feeling that he was making progress on
getting me off of him, I adjusted, sitting on his chest and planting my
knees and thighs on either side of his head. Even though I was wearing a
cup, it was quite apparent what position he was now in.

"Bring back any memories?" I teased.

"Get your junk outta my face! " he strained, trying to twist out.

"If you make the team, you're going to have to get used to it. Especially
if you lose a lot. "

I brazenly raised my arms in mock victory, deliberately giving Ryan an
opportunity. It was a dumb move, but I wanted Ryan to look good. Ryan
pushed up hard, causing me to topple back down onto my side. I scrambled
back up to my feet, with him standing across from me, our coach clapping
from the sidelines.

"Aha! I got you off of me," Ryan declared.

"Don't expect a real fight to turn so easily," I winked. "Now, come at
me. For real this time. "

And he certainly did. This time he threw his whole body weight at me.
Instead of defending myself, I let him have it, his weight causing us to
both land on the ground. This time he was on top. He scrambled around,
finding himself in the same position I was just in, with his little meat
and two vege' inches from my face.

"There." Ryan panted. "Now you can look at mine."

Before I got a chance to really enjoy the view, the coach interrupted,
applauding our short spout and calling us back over. "Not bad, kid, not
bad. You've got spunk, I'll give you that. "

"But I barely did anything!" Ryan said, as we both got back to our feet.
Ryan's tightly packed butt wandered back to the coach. His barely covered
cheeks rubbed together in his tight attire. My cock twitched inside my
cup.

"You had enough fight in you to get someone twice your size off of you,"
the coach said. "That's not too bad given your complete lack of
technique. You showed passion, gusto, and you weren't afraid to get on
the mat, down and dirty. Now, go and shower up. I've seen enough. "

Ryan looked pretty confused as he headed off. Yeah, I raised my hands to
let him get off of me, but the coach and Brad didn't know that.

"Is it okay if I go wash up a bit too, coach?" I asked. "That little
scrap got me a bit sweaty."

When the coach waved me away, I couldn't have chased after Ryan fast
enough. I ran after him, finding him still in the changing room by
himself. He had already started taking off his wrestling attire, the top
part just hanging over his shorts, showing off his slim, skinny chest.
The bottoms, the shorts, were still in place.

"Oh hey," Ryan said. "Man, I still don't get it. We barely fought out
there. "

"These are tryouts," I explained. "Some kids try to wrestle, and the
coach can just tell they don't have it in them. The coach can see
something in you, so we didn't need to go on. "

"I know you let me up off of you."

"Of course I did, and the coach could probably tell too, but it isn't
about winning. Come on, follow me, and I'll show you something."

He left his stuff behind on the bench, and I took him down to the
coaches' office. I knew that with everything happening in the gym, we
wouldn't be interrupted for a while. I closed the door behind us with a
thunk. Ryan looked around at all the different trophies on the walls in
awe. Team photos from every previous year decorated the walls.

"Look at all this stuff," Ryan said. He turned from wall to wall, looking
at all the photos and faces of years and teams gone by. He turned and saw
my face, staring back at me. "What is it?"

"You see in many of those pictures how there are lots of big kids and
then one little kid?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, not everyone on the team is there because they wrestle well;
remember how, when we first started all of this, I checked you all out
and asked you some weird questions?"

"You mean in my bedroom? Um, I guess."

"Well, every team needs someone to help with other needs too. You know
that you're a little small now, but there are other ways you can help the
team too. Like you helped me on the couch. Remember?"

"But I told you, I like girls!"

"You can keep saying that all you want, but there are a lot of guys here
who would appreciate someone like you to help them out. After a long,
hard day working out, they would appreciate someone who they could come
to and be served by. You've already done it for me. "

"But I wrestled! The coach said I had.. gusto or something?"

"It wasn't your wrestling, he was checking out. Don't you think it was
weird that he was watching us from behind and not from the front? " It
took a moment for Ryan to put it all together. His eyes went wide when he
made the realisation that the coach was actually checking out his ass the
whole time, not his wrestling. "Look, you can wrestle if you really want
to. You'll likely get clobbered for a few years before you're really
strong enough. Or, you can do what you were meant for. "

Ryan looked at the photos, seeing that I was right. Among every row of
gruff, burly teen faces, there was a much younger, much more feminine
face. "Would I have to do stuff with Brad too? And the coach?" Ryan
asked.

"You don't HAVE to do anything. I don't think Brad would really want it;
he isn't into that sort of thing, but the coach definitely would. He has
his own kinks, and so would others on the team. No one outside of it
needs to know. The girls will think you're this hot wrestling star, while
really you will just be our little water boy. "

Ryan sighed. He knew his place. He already knew he wasn't cut out for the
physical stuff, but he could see the path to the girls if he really
wanted it. He wasn't as straight as his brother, but I knew at this point
that he would be willing to do it.

"So, what happens now?" Ryan asked.

"Well, if you want to do it, I think I deserve a little thank you for
letting you look good out there, don't you?"

"Yeah. I guess. " I remained standing while Ryan knelt down in front of
me. I helped by pushing off my wrestling attire, my slightly sweaty cock
appearing as I popped off my cup. "You're still soft... " Ryan commented,
looking back at my limp cock hanging inches from his face.

"Yep, but you know what to do, right? Get to it." I placed a hand on top
of his head, guiding his face to my crotch. His lips found my balls,
licking and kissing them.

"Will I have to do butt stuff too?" Ryan pausing to look up at me.

"Eventually," I told him, taking my cock and angling it towards his
mouth. "Now open up. Less talking, more sucking. "

"Mmmph," Ryan mumbled softly as I pushed my growing cock into his wet
mouth.

He'd gone down on me before, but this time I was in more control. I
pulled his head onto me, inserting my full length. I knew I had bottomed
out when I felt the skin of my sack press against his chin, a slight
gurgle coming from his throat but no resistance.

As he continued to suck, he tugged down his own uniform, his small pink
cock already hardened. His little nuggets rocked back and forth as he
sucked me, still no sign of any fur on him though.

"Fuck yeah, " I groaned. " I knew you'd be into this. From the moment I
met your brother and saw you, I knew you'd like sucking dick. "I grabbed
him by the ears and thrust a little more firmly. Ryan's arms dropped to
his side, letting me just fuck his mouth freely. I jerked his head along
my length, letting his lips and tongue stroke my cock. His little cock
was leaking too, a wetness dribbling down his own as I had my way with
him.

"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmphn! " Ryan moaned as I fucked his face with increasing
urgency. The pressure in my nuts was building, and I planned on doing
something slightly different this time.

I pulled my cock out of him as I reached climax, surprising him. "Suck on
my balls, Ryan! Stick my balls in your mouth and lick them! "

Confused but diligent, he did as I asked, taking my tightening sack into
his mouth and staring up at me. Looking back down at him, there was a kid
I thought I knew. He had always been nothing but my friend's annoying,
bratty little brother. All that whining and complaining, and now here he
was, slurping on my cock. I could feel my load forcing its way down my
cock. I pulled my balls back out of his mouth just in time to unload my
cum on his face. Thick streams of my spunk plastered his cheeks, across
his eyes and nose, and dabbed some last drizzles on his chin as a last
touch.

"Yuck..." Ryan explained, my sticky load plastered across his face.

"Nice job, little dude. You might want to go wash up before the coach
comes to find you. "



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