The Wrestling Team

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 10

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 ears. 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's not...it's just not in the cards, Scott. First place, it can really hurt, especially your first time. I don't want to hurt you."

"It's gonna happen sometime, Coach," Scott said. "Maybe not with you...but with somebody."

"We gotta get showered and dressed," Coach said quickly before he had time to reconsider and weaken.

Scott was disappointed but he let it go.

Coach 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 into the same tiny room. It would be too risky, of course, but 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 the place," Scott persisted.

"You would be with him, it would be okay," the man in the next shower said.

"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 back of the room. 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.

"Judging from the way you're built, you must be one of the wrestlers," a man said.

"Yeah. This is my coach," Scott said in all his innocence.

"You're a lucky man, Coach. We heard that one of your boys won his 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 among these vultures. He couldn't let it go beyond that. In fact, he needed to get the boy out of there.

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 cock throbbing and quivering and it made his knees go weak and his stomach flutter. No one would know....no one who counted, anyway. They didn't know anybody in the steam room and would never seem them again. Godd, he longed to draw the boy into 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 who hadn't bothered with his towel.

Coach let him in the room then went to the front desk to check on the weather. Then he went to check on the other boys. He was surprised when they opened the door to find all three boys on the bed.

"They're opening up the roads, we'll be leaving in about a couple of hours, that ought to give you all plenty of time to shower and get dressed," he said.

"Okay, Coach."

With his mind reeling with suspicions about the three, he went back to his own room to find Scott lying on the bed watching a new gay video and nonchalantly pumping his cock.

"You're not supposed to be watching that stuff," Coach said.

"You're not supposed to be doing that either," he added.

"Why, will it stunt my growth?" Scott replied smartly.

"You're supposed to be getting dressed," Coach said.

"Just let me finish jacking off, okay?"

"Geezuss, I don't believe I'm letting you talk to me like that,"

Coach said.

"You wanta help me, Coach?"

"All right, but hurry up and come; we've got to get out of here,"

Coach said as he took over with the boy's cock with one hand and began squeezing his balls with the other.

`"Take my load when I come, will you Coach?"

"Just hurry it up," Coach said. He jacked the boy furiously. He wished there was more time to enjoy him to the fullest, but he was thinking how there would be more time for that later, when they got back home. Time for all the things he'd dreamed about.

"I'm getting close," Scott gasped.

Coach Colby leaned down over him.

"Don't go down on me, Coach, just open your mouth and see if I can hit it," Scott said.

Coach opened his mouth, hovered over the big teenage cock.

Suddenly it exploded, sending a blast of hot boy-come directly into his mouth. He couldn't catch it, of course, leaned over the way he was, but he tried to swallow it. But it was coming too fast and he didn't want to waste it so he finally clamped his mouth around the bulging head and gulped the rest of the boy's load down. He sucked him dry then raised up.

"There, is that going to keep you satisfied for awhile?"

Braden and Sean took Cody down to the showers and to the restroom to brush his teeth then returned him to the room. Even at that early hour there were men up wandering around, still on the prowl.

"Okay, I'm going down and brush my teeth and shave," Sean said.

"Me, too. That is, if I can trust you to stay in the room," he said to Cody.

"Why're you guys treating me like a little kid?" Cody complained. "I happen to be the only one to win his class."

"Because its not safe to let you loose on your own," Braden said.

"Do you think I'm crazy enough to go wandering around when the coach is up?" Cody said.

"That means you don't let anybody in the room, either," Braden put in.

"I'll be dressed and waiting for you," Cody said.

There were six or seven men hanging around in the hallway when Braden and Sean came out of the room, and more downstairs in the hallway.

Those upstairs followed them down.

"Word must have spread that we're still in the building," Sean said under his breath, holding onto the knot in his towel around his waist.

Several of the men followed them into the restroom, some to shave and brush their teeth, others just to be there and watch them. With only one razor, Braden shaved first while Sean brushed his teeth. Braden took his towel off and folded it over the edge of the sink. He saw all eyes drop to his bare butt.

"That was a wild scene in the steam room last night," one of them said.

Sean caught the man's eye in the mirror. "Is your team mate up?"

"Yeah, he's getting dressed. We're gonna be leaving in a little bit."

"What a shame."

"My God, did you ever see a more gorgeous butt in your life?" one of the men said.

"I'll bet you two look great in football uniforms, wearing those tight pants that show the straps of your jockstraps," another said.

Braden just smiled. Sean laughed. "I don't know, does my butt look great in my uniform?" he asked Braden.

"You've got a great looking ass," Braden said. "That's the reason I'm always patting it when you make a good play."

"Are you sure you don't have time for a quick run to the steam room before you go?" one of the men asked.

"We already showered," Braden said.

"My room is available," another man said.

"Hey, guys, it was fun, but we have to go. Our coach will be checking on us," Sean said, politely, but sternly.

It seemed to discourage the men and one by one, they left, with lingering gazes at the two muscular athletes, off to seek action elsewhere. When Braden was finished shaving, they traded the toothbrush for the razor.

"A guy could die from too much sex in this place," Sean joked as he lathered up his face with soap.

"Yeah, but what a way to die," Braden said.

Their eyes met in the mirror; a split-second look that made them both glance away. It happened again, and Sean's lips curled with a slight smile.

"What?" Braden asked.

"I don't know. What?" said Sean.

Sean brought the razor down to rinse it off and their eyes met again but this time they didn't look away.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sean asked with a sly grin.

"Probably so. We always did think alike," Braden said.

"Would you do it?" Sean asked.

"I might try it; with you, nobody else," Braden replied.

"I'm talking about head," Sean said.

"Yeah. Unless you want to bend over for me. Cody sure seemed to like that."

"I'm not Cody, but..." He caught himself, unsure whether he intended to raise the question in Braden's mind.

Braden let his eyes shift up and down his teammate's muscular body.

"No, you're sure not. But what was that "but" all about?"

"Just but," Sean said. "So, what do you say we get together when we get back?"

"Yeah," Braden agreed. "Maybe we wanta come back here; we're both old enough to get in. Would you wanta do that?"

"Fuck, yeah. Everybody's gotta die from something," Sean joked.

On the way out they went past Stedman and Colt coming out of the restroom. Their eyes met Sean's, with a smile, and it sent a chill down his spine. Maybe he would call them and arrange to get together. Maybe he would ask Braden to go with him.

To be continued...

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Posted: 06/20/08