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 cock in the jockstrap, so it couldn't play me any bad

tricks during a bout, like leaking pre-cum all over the front of my red

wrestling suit. You see, whenever I got excited, my cock would just

start oozing pre-cum 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 ass. One of my friends said I

looked like a centaur.

And then there was my cock. 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-cum. 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-cum 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 cock 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 cock

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 cock 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 cocks, 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-cum. 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 cocks 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 cock 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 cocks popped out and touched for the first time with nothing

separating them. We both had about the same size cock, with large,

mushroom heads that were now touching as if kissing. We finished pulling

off the jockstraps and stood facing again, our cocks 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 dick and the soft,

velvety skin of our shafts. Our cock slits oozed with pre-cum 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 cocks 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 ass 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 cock. The

sweat and pre-cum 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 cocks were now leaking pre-cum

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 tits, shoulders, hair, ass, 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 cocks spewed spurt

after spurt of hot, rich cream. I could feel his cock spurting the cum

on to our bellies and my cum 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!!!!

 

Gary Martin

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