The Wrestling Team

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007 by the Author)
 

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 Chapter 3

Across the hall, Cody was waking up. He had to take a piss in the worst way. He raised up, startled to find that he was alone in the room.

Where the hell was Sean! Maybe he'd gone to the restroom. He stood down from the bunk and cautiously opened the door a crack. He stuck his head out and peered up and down the hall. He didn't have a room key; Sean had it, 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 down the stairs and into the restroom. 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. Bad as he had to piss, he couldn't. His cock just hung out, dead and dry. He shut his eyes and tried to relax to get the flow started, keenly aware of the man's eyes on him.

"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," he lied.

"Oh. Too bad." With that the guy stepped back and walked out.

The other guy stayed, gazing down at Cody's cock. "I'm in room

224. Come on up."

"For what?" Cody asked.

"We'll figure something out," the man said.

There was something irritating about the guy. "What about me being underage?" he asked, to scare him off.

"You might look seventeen, but they wouldn't let you in here if you weren't eighteen," the man said. "Look, I know you're young and probably virgin to all this, and scared. You don't have to be afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid of you," Cody said.

The man looked him up and down. "You're not going to leave this place a virgin. It should be with someone who knows how to treat a young hunk like you. So come on up if you feel like it. Room 224. Promise, you won't regret it." With that, he walked off.

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 when he left. 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 was too scared.

Instead, he hurried back to his room. 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 while he was downstairs 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, discovering first hand what Cody was wondering about. Braden was probably doing the same thing. It made him feel empty inside. If they wanted that, they didn't have to go find some strange guy in a gay men's club. He wished he had the courage to tell Sean that he could have anything he wanted right there in their room. Any of them could. He wasn't exactly sure how it might play out with his hunky teammates, but he knew he would do anything for them. Scott was probably the only one staying out of trouble and that was only because he was in a room with the coach.

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? Maybe he should do the same thing as Sean; check the place out, 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.

 To be continued...

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Posted: 05/02/08