My college wrestling friend wanted to try hypnosis: Chapter 4

After our group session last night, I’d gotten Brad cleaned up and we all agreed we wouldn’t be making it out to a bar that night. Brad went home. Mike and I had drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning with an aching head but nothing I couldn’t manage.

I looked over at Mike’s bed. He lay there like a statue of a Greek god. His right hand behind his head, giving me a view of his beefy arms. His muscular pecs rising and falling with each breath. I wasn’t really sure what had changed in me the last week or so. But, one thing I was sure of was I loved this man’s body. He looked so peaceful and calm, I didn’t want to disturb him. So, I grabbed my shower stuff and headed out.

By the time I’d finished up and come back, he was still sound asleep. There wasn’t a whole lot I needed to do that day, so I figured I may as well get some exercise in. It was a Sunday so no practice, but the gym was always open. I gathered up my stuff and left, closing the door softly behind me.

“Didn’t expect you today, Burroughs.”

With the gym being quiet, I hadn’t expected to find Coach on the bench press. He sometimes worked out in here, but he had his own personal gym at home that he seemed to use more.

“Yeah Coach, felt I needed to get some more strength training in.”

Coach Bartlett sat there on the bench sweaty from his workout and gave me a look up and down. He was huge and stern, so when he looked at me like that it always made me afraid he’d snap me in two over something I’d done wrong.

“That’s a good decision. You haven’t been progressing as I’d like Burroughs. You’ve been following the plan I gave you.”

It wasn’t a question. Coach gave orders and expected them followed.

“Spot me this set.”

As I spotted Coach, I couldn’t help looking at his body too. Mike and I had gotten pretty muscular, but Coach was another level. Seeing him strain against the bar highlighted how much time and effort must have gone into making that body. He’d lost some flexibility, that was plain to see when he sparred with other wrestlers, but he hadn’t lost any muscle mass. As he finished his set, he sat up and looked at me in the mirror on the wall.

“To be honest, both you and Adams need some extra work.”

“Mike?” I said confused.

“Yes. You’re both motivated in practice, but the results have been lacking.”

The straightforward honesty hurt. We’d both been trying hard. Mike especially didn’t like to disappoint Coach.

“I’ve done this before for a few of your teammates, and I think you’ve earned it. I’m out of town for the next few days, so you and Adams can use my personal gym.”

I was dumbfounded. Coach was going to let us use his personal gym? At his house?

“You know where the house is?”

“I remember from the team barbecue Coach, no problem.”

“Good. The combination to the back door is 5824. That gets you into the gym, nothing else. You and Adams can use it tomorrow. This is a privilege Burroughs. You boys clean up after yourselves. If something breaks you tell me.”

Coach looked sternly in my eyes. There was no argument, I just nodded my head.

“Good. Maybe some distraction-free time is what you need.”

“Coach said WHAT?”

Back at the dorm room, Mike was finally awake. I filled him in on the details of my run in with Coach. His face went through a whole series of emotions. Confused at why Coach was there, sad when he said he was disappointed in our progress, and then excited at the mention of using his gym.

“He believes in us Joey! See dude, it’s just his way of giving us a nudge, extra motivation! This gonna be so cool man, I can’t wait!”

“Okay well, bit late to go now and I already did some sets with Coach so it’s going to be tomorrow.”

Mike pouted like a toddler. “Lame bro! You get to do stuff with Coach and now you gotta kill my fun too.”

A 20 minute walk from our dorm, Coach’s house was nice. It was a maybe a bit small, but being so close to the gym must have been worth it. Mike and I walked round the side, through the gate, and into the backyard. We’d had a barbecue with the whole wrestling team here before and we could see the table and chairs were still out.

“Dude. Imagine this life. Just working out, training other guys, sweet house.”

I punched in the combination on the keypad next to the back door. I pushed the door open, and Mike looked as if Christmas had come early. He rushed in like an excited puppy, searching around finding out what equipment there was. Even at the barbecue, no one had been allowed to look inside. Everything was pristine, and I guess Coach didn’t want to risk anything being messed up. Hence his warning to me before.

Mike and I had both come in our workout clothes: gym shorts and sleeveless vests. We started by warming up and stretching out but soon enough we split up to work on our own exercises.

A couple of times I caught myself staring at Mike. It wasn’t exactly a big room, so it was hard to miss his grunts of exertion. I thought I saw him looking back at me sometimes too. So much for distraction-free.

“Joey! Want a competition?"

I looked over at Mike. We were getting to the end of our workout time, but he was standing at a multifunction tower with bars for pull ups, dips, leg raises, and more.

“How about we compete? Whoever can do more wins.”

I walked over to him. I was feeling like I’d done just about all I could, but maybe there was a little bit left.

“What does the winner get?” I asked.

Mike looked thoughtful. “Okay so dips and pullups. Whoever wins gets a piece of clothing of their choice.” He winked at me. Damn, all pumped up and he says this. But I was ready to go anyway.

“Okay, deal. But don’t complain when you lose and I get all of your clothes.”

“Not happening bro. You’ll see.”

Dips to start. I went first and I could tell I was tired from the workout. The last few each of us did were difficult, you could see the struggle on our faces as we tried to push through. But I managed to win by 2.

“Shirt Mike.” I held out my hand. He pulled off his shirt and handed it to me. It was warm, sweaty, and smelled like him.

“Pull ups bro!”

He practically leapt at the bars, pumping out the reps. You could tell he was giving it everything as each muscle in his back flexed and pulled. I was tired, and this was a sight. I found myself zoning out a bit by the time he finished. As he came off, he slapped me on the shoulder and winked.

I gave it my best but at this point Mike was getting me riled up. I lost that round.

“Okay buddy, your shirt! Nice little exchange.” He laughed as I took off my shirt.

“What, are we walking home shirtless like this?” I handed it over to him.

“Nah man. Wear the shirts we won.”

He put my shirt on, and damn was that sexy. Standing there wearing each other’s tops, sweating and breathing hard, I recognised how horny Mike was making me. Under my gym shorts, my growing bulge was kept in place by my compression shorts.

“Draw then man. Can’t have that. One last round?” Mike asked and I nodded.

“Push ups then. But let’s go at the same time.”

We both got down on the ground and started. We were keeping pace with each other as we went, eye contact the whole time. I could feel my body starting to give out but I had to keep going. I was already thinking about what bit of clothing I wanted. But then, Mike bit his lip softly as he looked at me and moaned. It caught me off-guard, it distracted me. I lost my rhythm and stopped.

“Fuck yeah! That’s my win bro! Fell for my trick, haha!”

He looked so happy I couldn’t be mad at him. But, had he just taken advantage of me being horny to distract me?

“Okay man. For my victory, I want… your underwear.”

After all we’d done together, that didn’t surprise me. And I felt entirely comfortable at the thought of giving him my underwear. Maybe too comfortable. But he won. Pumped up and horny, I decided it would be fun to give him a show.

I was already wearing his top. I kicked off my shoes and turned around so that, as I bent over pulling my gym shorts off, he had a good view of my ass. Next, I turned back around. The bulge in my compression shorts had grown considerably and the tight fabric showed a sharp outline. Mike gave me back a big grin as he saw it. Then, I slowly pulled the shorts off and my boner sprang out. I handed the underwear over to Mike.

“Fucking little tease.” He said as he took my shorts. He adjusted the front of his shorts where his own bulge was noticeable.

Up until now, we had come into each situation tentatively, not quite sure what was happening. But this time, I knew I wanted to have sex with Mike. I stood with my dick confidently protruding away from my body. I put my hands behind my head and flexed everything I could. I wanted to look hard and sexy for him.

It definitely worked. Mike gave out a long shaky breath. He took a couple of steps towards me and put his hands on my sides. He rubbed his top that I was wearing against me and leaned in. Our lips met in a fervent kiss. Too soon he broke away.

“I wanna fuck you so much.”

He stared right into me as he said that.

“This morning,” he continued, “while you were in the shower, I watched that video of us fucking Brad. It was so hot, way better than any porn. You looked fucking amazing. And more than anything right now, I want to fuck you Joey.”

My heart skipped. As he said that he was looking at me like a lion eyeing up a deer. A predator ready to rip me apart.

All I could say was, “Fuck me.”

I had never had anything up my ass before. And with the size of Brad, I knew we needed to take it slow.

His mouth came back in kissing me, his tongues playing with mine, as he took off his shorts and started stroking us both. I laid my hand on his chest and said, “slow Mike. We’re alone, let’s take our time.”

He nodded and relaxed a bit. I sank to my knees and grasped the erection in front me. I had learnt from the last time sucking Mike’s cock and managed to sink down to the base in one go. I gagged a little at the end, but all my confidence and horniness had gotten that dick into my throat. Mike must have liked it as his body shuddered. As I sucked him, I looked back up at Mike and he started playing with my hair.

“You know Joey, the last few times I’ve cum with you have been the best of my life. Way better than the chicks. Ah, fuck. Honestly, I don’t care what it means, I just wanna fuck your strong, sexy body. I fucking love that stud body.”

Hearing him talk like that, it was so erotic. I was so hard and leaking precum but focussed on his cock.

“Ah, ah, not yet. In my bag, ah, the side. The lube.”

He’d brought his lube with him. Maybe watching the video earlier he’d planned this. He’d planned for us to fuck in Coach’s gym.

I got off of his dick and fetched the lube from his bag and brought it back to him. Still just wearing his sleeveless top, I got on all fours and presented my ass to him. I could see in the mirror Mike’s face as he looked at me. He looked like he couldn’t get enough, he needed it all.

He squeezed a dollop of lube onto my hole and another onto his fingers. Then, he slowly eased his index finger inside me. I hadn’t known what to expect and it felt so strange. Uncomfortable at first, as I relaxed and exhaled he loosened me up. Is this what it had felt like for the girls I’d fucked? Is this how Brad had felt?

Mike slipped a second finger in, and then a third. His gaze never let my ass so he worked. One hand at my hole, the other fondling my cheeks and my back. Our dicks were untouched, but I was still hard and leaking on the floor.

“Okay dude, you ready?”

As ready as I was going to be I nodded at Mike’s reflection. He removed his fingers and took off my top he had been wearing and placed his head against my hole. This felt way bigger, maybe too much. I tried to relax but it felt so huge going in.

I could hear Mike muttering under his breath, “fuck, fuck, fuck, oh god. Fuck.”

Eventually, I felt his pubes brush against my ass as his body made contact against mine. He was fully inside me. Mike’s cock was filling up my ass. He hung there for a few moments as he got comfortable with the feeling. He looked at me in the mirror grinning.

“You took it all first try. Fuck. Feels so good. You feel incredible.”

The look of pleasure on his face as he started to move in and out was something else. Like he was lost in the feeling of his dick inside me.

“Mike I want to try something.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll see.”

I’d had a great idea. As Mike pulled out it left my ass feeling weirdly empty. I got up and brought him over to an incline bench and sat him down. He looked at me confused, his raging hard boner covered in lube, until I came back with some towels from my bag. I pushed his hands down behind him and he smirked at me.

“Always knew you were a kinky fucker.” He winked at me.

“I’m controlling this dick in my ass Mike. Plus, I want to be on top so I can see you while you’re inside me.” I said as I tied his hands to the bench.

“Fuck yeah dude.”

And there he was. Muscles pushing against his ties, sweaty, chest heaving with each breath. I stood in front of him.

“Our last few fucks have been great for me too. You and that body have made so fucking horny I can’t even think.”

I straddled him and used my hands to guide his throbbing shaft back into my hole. Mike just looked back into my eyes moaning and gasping as I took him in. Pushing with my legs and steadying myself with hands on his shoulders, I started to slide up and down on him. The feeling of riding my best friend’s cock was phenomenal. He touched a spot inside me of I couldn’t help moaning too.

After a minute or so I could feel Mike thrusting against me. His hands still tied he could do nothing but watch me pounding his cock into me. I was stroking myself fast too, when I was all the way down on his dick my balls slapped onto his skin.

“Make me cum Joey. Make me explode. I wanna fill you up with my cum. Ah.”

His eyes were pleading with me to keep going. I kept fucking and soon his body tensed up, straining against his restraints, every muscle pulsed as I felt a hotness inside.

“I’m cumming, fuck, fuck.”

His hands unavailable, all he could do was thrust himself further into me.

“Fucking love that.”

As his waves of climax subsided I could feel myself tipping over the edge.

“Cum on me man.” Mike opened his mouth.

That was more than I needed. His body right in front of me, cock still inside my ass with his seed. I can’t describe how I felt as my balls tightened and shot wave after wave onto Mike. The first two shots went across him up to face and some went in his open mouth. The others fell across his chest and dripped down his abs.

Sitting there on top of Mike, skin to skin, I had never felt closer to someone.

“Now, as much as I like my cock in your ass. Could you untie me?”

I came back to reality and got off Mike. I untied his hands and once he stood up he gave me another kiss. This time affectionate and gentle.

“We’re gonna have to clean this up for Coach you know.”

I looked around at the room, at the splashes of cum, lube, and precum everywhere. We mopped everything up with our towels, but there was no shower in this part of the house. So, Mike put my top back on, and I put my gym shorts back on. And we walked back home, in each other's clothes with his chest covered in my cum and my ass dripping his.