Hot Session

I was finally in college: on my own at last. Oh, I loved home
life, but it was great to have a place of my own, even if it was one
small room in a dorm. The first week, I applied for the wrestling team,
was accepted, and waited for the first practice with great nervousness.
You see, ever since I was thirteen, I had known I was attracted to men.
I had never had any sexual experience, coming from a very small town,
even by eighteen, but I knew that a man's body turned me on. So you can
imagine how nervous I was at the thought of being surrounded by
hard-muscled men on the wrestling team. The image of someone's sweaty
body in one of those tight outfits kept me awake long into the night.
Finally, the big day arrived. I got changed in the locker room
and adjusted my **** in the jockstrap, so it couldn’t play me any bad
tricks during a bout, like leaking pre-*** all over the front of my red
wrestling suit. You see, whenever I got excited, my **** would just
start oozing pre-*** like mad. I managed to hide this by putting my
dickhead in between my legs. Before going in the gym, I stopped to have
a look at myself in the mirror. I was pleased by what I saw. I'm six
feet and weigh 170 pounds. My hair is black, my eyes are dark blue, and
I have a well-defined, muscular body because of my training with weights
since I was fifteen. I have well-rounded, muscular pecs and my nipples
are dark brown, about the size of a silver dollar. Right then, being in
the open, my nipples were standing out straight and I knew if I touched
them I would get a hard-on automatically.
I don't have much hair on my chest but what I didn’t have above I
got below. A hair line started out at my navel and traveled south to a
dense thick bush around my mast and low hanging balls, and then spread
down my strong legs and around my tight ***. One of my friends said I
looked like a centaur.
And then there was my ****. Even by putting it between my legs,
it still created a large mound at the front of my trunks. At full
length, it stood out seven thick inches with a large firm cockhead. It
looked like one of those large mushrooms. It never seemed to rest and
sought the attention of my hand often. Even then, just looking in the
mirror, I could feel it stirring, and I was sure the pouch of the
jockstrap was already wet with pre-***. I backed away from the mirror
and headed for the gym.
We were thirty on the team, all sizes and shapes. I was at first
a little disappointed, as there seemed to be no one I was attracted to.
What had I been expecting? Some god to walk up to me and make love to
me? Then all of a sudden HE walked in: Jim...I mean the coach! It was
like looking at me but blond and older, as he was about thirty. But the
rest was almost the same: six feet, dark-blue eyes, a strong,
well-defined body, large dark nipples on well-rounded pecs (his nipples
were also at attention from the cool air), and I could even tell he had
hair in the same places as I do, although his was, of course, blond. I
gulped when I noticed his crotch. It just seemed to rise out as one's
eyes traveled down his torso. He wore a black wrestling suit and it even
seemed a bit small for his frame, but the tightness seemed to outline his
muscles even more.
As we went through the moves and different holds, I couldn’t help
looking at him. I was paired off with a tall, slim guy who wasn’t as
strong as I was. The coach was paired with a big guy, and I was pleased
to notice he wrestled as I like it - staying close to the other guy,
molding himself to the other's body.
We all worked up quite a sweat, and when the two hours were up, I
was ready to hit the showers and go home to bed, since it was already ten
p.m.. I was really surprised when the coach came up to me and said he
had been watching me, that I had potential, and would I like to stay
after classes to practice with him.
Would I like it? I almost got a hard-on at that moment and
stammered that I would. He looked pleased and asked if I was ready to
start tonight. No problem I said. He told me to wait, as he had to lock
up after all the others had left. I couldn’t believe it, me alone with
this incredibly sexy man. I could already feel the pre-*** oozing out of
my cockhead and coating the inside of my jockstrap.
I decided to do some weights while waiting. It took about
three-quarters of an hour before he returned. He joined me at the weights
and warmed up his muscles for about fifteen minutes. Then we headed for
the mats. We grappled for awhile, going through the different holds. I
couldn’t help feeling excited, being so close to him, smelling his sweat,
feeling his hands all over my body, especially on my crotch. I could
feel my **** stirring, but so far the jockstrap prevented it from
jumping up and embarrassing me in front of the coach. After all, I wasn’t
sure he was as interested in me as I in him. Although I couldn’t help
noticing that his basket seemed also to have grown and every time I
could, I reached for his crotch, feeling the warmth of his confined ****
and balls.
We took a break for about five minutes. As we stood near each
other catching our breath, I stared down at his crotch, which was now
quite evidently enlarged. I wasn’t sure if his shortness of breath
Wasn’t just plain excitement, as was mine. Then I saw that he was staring
openly down at my crotch - and that seemed to get him even more excited.
Our eyes locked and he smiled at what he saw. He then suggested a show
of strength, to finish off the evening by giving each other a mutual bear
hug till one of us broke off. As he asked, he just moved closer to me,
sensing my answer would be affirmative. He stood in front of me and our
crotches touched. I almost came at the sensation of our hot baskets
gently touching.
He grabbed my waist and brought our bodies hard against each
other. Our hips collided together as we strained all our muscles. I
could feel my **** getting harder and straining against its confinement.
Against my own basket was a hard lump, also rubbing itself firmly
against me. The sensation was electric and our breath now came in gasps.
I could feel the muscles in his body and even our nipples, hard like
miniature *****, rubbed against each other.
He then broke off the hold, saying he had to cool off a bit.
What an understatement! But then he suggested we take off our suits and
continue in just our jockstraps.
I just nodded, as I couldn’t believe this was really happening to
me. We took off our sweaty suits and I admired his rockhard body
glistening from all the sweat. I could see by his gaze that he was also
sizing me up. Speaking of size, my jockstrap was extended as far as it
could go and it was all wet with sweat and pre-***. I was a bit
embarrassed, but not for long, as I noticed he was in the same
predicament.
He suggested we continue with the mutual bear hug and I couldn’t
agree more. We moved in again slowly, as if we wanted to savor each
sensation for as long as we could. Naturally, our suits had covered some
essential parts, but now with only white jockstraps on, we could feel
each other even more. I moved closer to him and stood firmly in front of
him, my legs planted in front of his. We then looked down at the same
time to see that our crotches were only centimeters away from each other.
We held this pose for what seemed like an eternity, the electricity and
heat from our bodies sending clear signals to each other.
As if pulled by a magnet, our crotches touched. The feel of the
jockstrap fabric and the hardness underneath made my legs almost buckle
from sheer pleasure.
Our ***** both throbbed at the same time, sending chills up and
down our bodies. I put out my hands and gently touched his nipples, as
he reached for mine. As if in too much pleasure we ground our hips
together, our groins colliding. Then as we played with each other's
nipples, he brought his face closer to mine. His lips gently brushed
mine, and as if on cue, our tongues came out to meet in a warm, wet kiss.
Our tongues battled in our mouths, as our hands slid over our bodies and
our crotches rubbed solidly.
I could have come like that, if he hadn’t broken off the kiss and
the rubbing. He looked into my eyes, our tongues met again for a brief
moment and then -- ooooh yeeees -- his hands glided down to the straps of
my jock, and I knew he was going to pull it off. I was going to feel
another man's **** against my own for the first time. I did the same and
we pulled the jocks slowly down.
To describe the next sensation is impossible, I can only tell you
our ***** popped out and touched for the first time with nothing
separating them. We both had about the same size ****, with large,
mushroom heads that were now touching as if kissing. We finished pulling
off the jockstraps and stood facing again, our ***** touching in warm
embrace. His bush was as thick as mine and I longed to crush it against
my own, but for then we were enjoying the sensation of our pulsing love
membranes. We could feel the throb of each other's **** and the soft,
velvety skin of our shafts. Our **** slits oozed with pre-*** making our
members slick. Our balls hung low and I knew we would both shoot a
healthy load when the time came.
Not being able to stand any more, I grabbed his waist again and
brought our now fully naked bodies together. Our ***** just seemed to
take a natural position one against another, cockhead against cockhead,
shaft against shaft. The feel of his thick bush against mine was like
the mingling of fur. We grabbed each other's *** to grind our crotches
closer together and brought our tongues together in a passionate kiss as
our bodies rocked in a sensuous rhythm. We were one body, one ****. The
sweat and pre-*** helped our dicks slide against the other, and I could
feel his cockhead brush against my own. Our breath came in slow gasps as
we moaned together, bringing each other closer and closer to the brink.
Then suddenly we were on the floor and he was on top of me. Our
legs entwined and I could even feel the hair of his legs brush against
mine. Our balls were crushed together and with each movement, I could
feel them roll against one another. Our ***** were now leaking pre-***
like mad, making our bodies even slicker and the rubbing made a slushing
noise that was sensuous and exciting. Our moans were growing louder as
our hands played with ****, shoulders, hair, ***, and back. We were
moving in unison.
Then at exactly the same time, we were over the brink and both
crying out as we crashed our crotches together and our ***** spewed spurt
after spurt of hot, rich cream. I could feel his **** spurting the ***
on to our bellies and my *** was mixing with his. We lay like that for a
long while, kissing and caressing. We then headed for the showers. I
knew I would love college!!!!
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56-60, M
3 Responses Apr 18, 2012

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wrestlers just know how to please each other....nothing like being entwined and grinding during ******.....and still being wrapped together during the 'aftershock'---when i come it's about 13-17 squirts and 6-8 shudders after that.....then savoring the musky scent of *** and sweat.....

I wish I could trade places with you. I do know the electricity that passes between two hard dicks when they first touch. FANTASTIC.<br />
I stayed away from wrestling because of the same reason you were hesitant.