The Wrestling Team

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007 by the Author)
 

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 Chapter 7

Sean was nervous as hell as he hung around in the hallway just down from room 236. Several guys strolled by, giving him the once over, a couple brushed their hands against his bare muscles. One guy asked if he wanted to come to his room. He wished Colt and his dad would show. Finally he saw them coming down the darkened hallway. At the door of their room, his dad's towel loosened and started to fall as he unlocked the door. Colt grabbed it and laid it across the man's shoulder. They went inside, leaving the door open, which Sean took as an invitation. He went down the hallway and lingered hesitantly at the door.

"Hey, come on in," Colt said Sean stepped inside and closed the door. It was crowded; they couldn't move without touching each other.

"Sean," the man said, putting out his hand.

"Yes, sir," Colt said.

"You don't have to call me sir. Stedman's okay," he said.

"Or dad," Colt put in.

"It's okay if I call you dad?" Sean asked.

"Sure, I think I can handle two sons for a little while," he said, as he cupped Sean's manhood.

"Colt says you're straight?"

"Yes, sir, I hope that's okay," Sean said.

"It's fine," Stedman said, pulling on his cock. "Yeah, just fine. Have you ever done this before?"

"Just now, since I've been in this place," Sean replied.

"What do you like the best?"

"I don't know...everything I've tried, so far."

"Nice body," Stedman said as he brushed his hands roughly across Sean's chest. Then he leaned down and began sucking on his left tit.

"Ooohhhhh," Sean moaned softly.

"Well, I can see that's one thing you like," Stedman said.

"Yes, sir."

"You're insistent on calling me sir."

"It's just easier. You're older, like my own dad, and I was taught to respect my elders."

"All right. You call me whatever you're comfortable with," Stedman said. "Did you ever fantasize about doing this with your own dad?"

"No way. I about fell off the bench when I heard Colt call you dad."

"How about you boys bend over the bed."

Both boys turned and laid across the bed.

"Whew! There's nothing more beautiful than a tight, round, smooth boy's butt; unless it's two tight, round smooth boys' butts."

Suddenly, Sean felt the man's hot breath on his butt. Then his tongue was lapping along the inner slopes of his ass, searching for his hole.

"OOOhhhhhhh," he gasped when he felt the man's hot tongue flicking at his asshole. Then Stedman left him and moved to his son's butt. He could tell by Colt's face when the man was tonguing him. Then he moved back to Sean. For several minutes, he went from one to the other, licking and tonguing their young, tender asses and soon Sean was twisting his butt around anxiously.

"How am I doing? Are you boys hard yet?"

"I was hard the minute I felt your tongue," Colt said.

"Yes, me too," said Sean.

"Do you want to put it to good use, and fuck me?" Stedman asked.

Sean glanced at Colt, who was smiling.

"He's talking to you," Colt said.

"Yes," Sean said. He raised up when Colt did and they moved out of the way so Stedman could get on the bed. He laid back across it, his head against the wall with his legs lifted high and his butt resting on the edge of the mattress.

"Show me what you've got, son," he said.

"Yes, sir, Dad," Sean said and a chill ran through him, calling the man dad. Colt got the tube of lube and squeezed some on the end of Sean's cock then some on his own fingertips to work it into his dad's ass.

"You don't have to be gentle with me," Stedman said. "Colt is like a young stallion when he fucks me; I'm used to being handled rough."

Sean was tingling with excitement, not just the prospect of fucking this handsome, well-built man, but more from the idea that they were dad and son, and he was fucking the kid's father right in front of him. He set his feet apart and aimed his cock at the man's spread hole, pushing the head firmly into the spongy muscle. Then he clasped his hands around the man's legs and shoved. He was surprised how easily he went in. Stedman winced a little but quickly relaxed as he was slowly impaled on the big teenaged cock.

"Whew! I think you're a little thicker than Colt," he said.

"Yeah, but not as long, I don't think," Sean said.

"Long enough," Stedman said. "Ohh, fuck! This is gonna be good! If you fuck anything like you look, I'm gonna be banging my head against the wall."

"I'll try, dad," Sean said, as he pulled back and began fucking the man. He glanced around at the feel of Colt's hand on his butt.

"Yeah, fuck him," Colt whispered hoarsely. "He loves young cock."

For the next half hour, he wasn't Sean from the wrestling team with his coach and three teammates somewhere in dangerous proximity. He was simply Sean, the stud-wrestler, fucking a guy old enough to be his dad; hell pretending to be his dad, right in front of the guy's real life son. It was mind-boggling. He was vaguely, yet keenly aware of Colt's hands on his body, feeling his muscles, testing his strength, and he wondered if the boy was one hundred percent straight, or if it was just part of having sex with his dad. On the other hand, he sort of liked the feel of Stedman's thick, hairy thighs and his hard stomach muscles and his pecs when his hands roamed over the man's body.

"Want me to show you something?" Colt asked at one point.

"Sure," Sean said.

He glanced to the side to see Colt squeezing lube onto his fingertips and suddenly had misgivings.

"What're you gonna show me?" he asked nervously.

"Just something. You'll like it," Colt assured him.

Colt lurched forward when he felt Colt's hand on his butt again, this time, his long, strong fingers probing between his buns.

"W-what're you gonna do?"

"Just relax, let me do it," Colt said.

"Give him the poppers," Stedman said. "Have you ever used poppers?"

"No," Sean replied.

"It'll be better if you both use poppers. Fucking me will feel a lot more intense, too."

Colt deftly uncapped the small bottle with one hand and laid the cap aside. He picked up the bottle and held it to Sean's nose.

"Close off one nostril and breath in, then switch sides," Colt said.

Sean drew in the sharp, acrid aroma and instantly felt his head start to spin. Within seconds, he felt like he was floating up off the floor and Stedman was right, his cock was taking on a whole new sensitivity sliding in and out of his ass. Colt gave him two more doses and by the time he set the bottle down he was fighting to keep from screaming with the intense pleasure. It took him a moment to realize that part of that intense pleasure was being caused by Colt's thick finger probing up inside his ass!

"Ohh, Fuck! What're you doing!"

"How does that feel?" Colt asked as he probed and gouged his finger deep inside his ass.

"Ohhh, Shit! Awwwhwhhhh, fuck, I don't know what you're doing in there, but don't stop," he moaned as he thrashed his butt around on Colt's hand. By now he was barely aware of Stedman's steady moans as he pumped his cock in and out of him. The pleasure in the room was all his, and he wanted more.

"I can make it feel better?" Colt said.

"How?" Sean asked in a hoarse voice.

"Want me to show you?"

"Yes! Yess, show me!" he gasped.

"Here, take some more poppers."

Sean grabbed the bottle and sucked the stuff into his nostrils like he was taking in oxygen. His blood rushed to his temples, pounding like the surf as his head spun around in wide, languid circles. His loins were on fire and he was fucking Stedman for all he was worth to try to cool the heat.

"Okay, show me," he said, handing the bottle back to Colt.

He didn't know what Colt was going to show him and he didn't care; only that he said he was going to make it feel even better and he couldn't wait to feel it. He didn't know and he didn't care, even as Colt moved around behind him and he felt the boy's hot cock pressing into the crack of his ass. His mind still didn't comprehend, even when he felt the blunt head pressing against his asshole. In face, he pushed back, anxious to feel the increased pleasure that Colt had promised.

"Aaawwhhh!" he cried out when the big cock penetrated his ass, and he lunged forward to escape it, but plunging his cock into Stedman's ass only made everything feel better and he quickly shoved back onto Colt's cock again. Colt shoved forward and buried his cock to the hilt.

"Ohh, Geezusssss!" Sean cried out, tossing his head back.

"I told you I could make it feel better," Colt whispered in his ear as he wrapped his arms around Sean's muscular body and pulled them tightly together.

"You didn't tell me you were going to fuck me."

"If I had, would you have let me?"

"No."

"But now that I've got my cock in you, do you want me to pull out, or fuck you?"

"Fuck me," Sean gasped. "Ohh, Geezusss, fuck me!"

"Okay, I fuck you, you fuck my dad, let's all work to make this last," Colt said.

None of them were aware that the door hadn't closed completely till a young man appeared in the room. They all paused for an instant but then went back to fucking and the young man closed the door.

"Mind if I use the poppers?" he asked.

"Go ahead," Colt said.

When he was done with the bottle, Sean reached for it. He sucked in several snorts of the stuff and handed the bottle back. The sexual sensations in his ass and in his cock suddenly intensified and the found himself thrashing about in a wild, sexual frenzy on Colt's cock as he thrust his own in cock in Stedman's ass. Coming was far from his mind. His mind was far from his consciousness. He wasn't just a high school wrestler anymore; he was a sexual being, intent on giving sexual pleasure and experiencing it with every throb of his cock and every thrust of Colt's big cock. Godd, what was he hitting in there! It made him want to scream every time he touched it.

He saw the newcomer climbing up on the bed and wondered why, but as he stepped astraddle Stedman, he wondered no more. He knew as sure as his name was Sean, why the young man stood before him with his big cock throbbing in his face and why he was there at that time and place with these muscular bodies that reeked of testosterone. The new guy was an offering and he took it. He moved first, not the other guy. He clasped his hands around the guy's butt and guided his cock to his mouth. He was amazed how easily he took it right down his throat. He whined and groaned with intense pleasure as he smashed his face in the guy's pubes, gulping and chewing on the cockroot.

"Aww, fuck, man, don't chew it off," the man said. "Ohh, shit, man, you're good! Godd, you're hungry for cock!"

Something happened. Providence. Fate. Happenstance. Coincidence. It all happened at one. Suddenly Sean felt a terrible swelling inside his ass, like Colt's cock was growing, then a strange sensation of being bathed inside with something warm. He had to search and reach to grasp the thought that Colt was shooting his load inside him! In the same instant he watched Stedman unload all over his chest, his thick cock sending huge ropes of thick come sailing up over his torso to land on his face and neck and in his hair and even splattering against the wall. He groaned in pleasurable dismay as he felt the young man's cock suddenly explode in his mouth. The feel and taste of another man's come was totally foreign to him, but as the stuff blasted into his mouth, coating his tongue with its flavor he found himself craving more and sucking the thick, belching cock all the harder for it. He was barely aware of his own climax, his hot semen being pumped deep inside Stedman's palpitating ass; only that he was feeling such intense pleasure that it was scary. He was stunned into awareness as he found himself swallowing the warm, thick semen that was being spurted into his mouth instead of spitting it out, but he couldn't get enough of; not the taste and not the volume. He loved it and he wanted more. More!

It was all over as quickly as it'd happened. As the poppers began to wear off he was aware first of four sweating males cramped in the room. As his brain began to function again and his inhibitions slowly returned he was stunned to find himself standing there with a cock in his mouth, and the taste of semen on his tongue! He pulled his head back, letting the big cock fall against its owner's thigh. Colt's cock popped free of his ass, leaving an empty feeling, and warm semen running down his thigh. Suddenly he couldn't breath. He pulled his cock out of Stedman's ass.

"I gotta get some air," he said, searching for his towel.

"Here," Colt said, handing it to him.

He maneuvered around and grabbed for the door. They stepped back to let him out and he rushed down the hallway, struggling to get the towel around his waist. He didn't know where he was going, only that he needed to get out of the room. He couldn't go back to his own room; Cody would sure as hell know something as up. He headed for the wet area. He started to go to the showers but he felt the need to hide. Just inside the door he back out when the swell of steam hit him in the face. He went back to the showers. He stood facing the wall, under the hot spray for a long time. He lathered up several times to wash away the sweat from the room and the come from between his butt. Finally, he turned off the water and grabbed his towel and dried off, still facing the wall. He left the wet area and walked down the hallway to a small, dark alcove set between two rooms with a table and chairs. It would make a good hiding place.

Geezusss, what just happened! He sat staring into space as he tried to piece it all together and make sense of it. This was far different from simply having a cock in his mouth like before. He went for the guy's cock, pulled it into his mouth, and sucked! He sucked like a hungry puppy. He swallowed the guy's load! And he couldn't forget the feel of Colt's hot cock plowing his ass. How could he let such a thing happen? The poppers, partly. The poppers crushed his inhibitions and left him open to anything and everything, and he had pretty much done it.

"Are you okay, dude?"

He looked up to see Colt standing there, still looking incredibly sexy in his towel that he'd folded in half so it barely covered him.

"Yeah," Sean replied.

"We were a little concerned, the way you rushed out of the room."

"I needed some air."

"Can I sit down?"

"Sure."

"We could've opened the door for air," Colt said. "You were running away."

"Was that a setup?" Sean asked.

"No. It just happened the way it happened. I hope you're not blaming me or my dad."

"I'm blaming myself," Sean said.

"How come you have to blame anybody? Tell me it wasn't the most incredible sex you ever had."

"Oh, it was pretty incredible," he said. "I think that's what scares me."

"What're you scared of? That you might be gay?"

"I just got my ass fucked. I sucked cock and swallowed the guy's load. Yeah, the thought crossed my mind that I might not be as straight as I thought."

"Why? Because you did it, or because you liked it?"

"Both, I guess. Have you ever done that stuff with your dad?"

"I've had my dad's cock in my mouth a couple of times, but I never took his load because he knew I wouldn't like it."

"Have you ever let him fuck you?"

"No, but he uses his fingers on me like I did you."

Sean looked away with a loud sigh. "I don't know what the fuck happened to me. I would like to say it was the poppers."

"The poppers helped," Colt said.

Just then Stedman came up to them.

"I've been worried about you," he said.

"I'm okay," Sean said.

"Are you? Really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay enough that you might want it to happen again?"

"I...don't know about that," Sean said.

"Then you're not okay," Stedman said.

Sean stood up. "Look, I've gotta get back to my room. My buddy is probably wondering where I am, and if my Coach comes looking for me..."

"Can I give you our phone number and address?" Stedman asked. "We would like to keep in touch, just to see how you're doing."

"Sure, I guess so."

Colt rushed off to get a pen and paper while Stedman sat down.

"You're quite a young cocksman," he said with a warm smile.

"As good as Colt?"

"As good. You really know how to move."

"I guess I know how to do a lot of things now," Sean said.

"I hope you don't let yourself get all screwed up in the head over this," Stedman said. "Listen, truth be told, I've got a selfish motive for wanting to keep in touch. I've had this feeling that Colt would like to...well, cross over to the other side, let himself go."

"Like I did?"

"Yes. He just needs a little nudge or two. I think you might've given him that nudge, a straight stud like yourself, doing what you did. He took notice. After you've had some time to think about it, maybe you would like to get together with us again, give me a call. I'll pay all of your travel expenses. Or we can come to you."

Despite the scare, already Sean was feeling the aftereffects of getting fucked, and a hunger for more. His asshole was twitching and clenching for something hard to grab hold of. Colt returned with a piece of paper with their address and phone number on it.

"This way, we can't contact you," Stedman said, taking it and handing it to Sean. "It's your call. But I hope you call."

"So do I," Colt said.

Sean looked up at the handsome young athlete.

"Maybe I will," he said. "But now I gotta get back."

 To be continued...

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Posted: 05/30/08