“Coach Diego”
You need more training
It started during the summer before Grade 11.
My best friend Junior (18) and I, would watch his dad’s porn movies. Junior, who had a growth spurt over the year, who now stands taller and hairier than me. Junior, who started to fill out, and who’s cock seems to have doubled in size (and doubled in the amount of nut).
Although I was the same age (18), I still hadn’t developed the same. I was still 5,6”, smooth, and my balls hadn’t dropped. But because I was a dancer, I was compact, hard and round in all the right places.
We’d pop in the Beta video tape. Eventually our cocks came out. Then it progressed to me sucking his horny teenage cock. Then, we started fucking.
Junior liked to practice fucking my gay “ass pussy,” you know, to get good before he could actually start fucking a willing girl.
We were young and horny boys. I was gay and cock hungry. Junior was straight, and just liked to fuck a willing hole… and because we were buds, he liked to practice on my faggot ass. And I was happy to get as much training in as possible
As my dance teacher always says: “Practice makes better, there is no perfect.”
That summer, the property two houses down from Junior’s home was sold, and the new owners rented it to university students. It was around July, and two young guys moved in to get ready for September. They turned the garage into a home gym, with mirrors, a workout bench, weights, punching bags, a pull up bar. The 2 guys would often workout shirtless with the garage door wide open.
One summer day, Junior and I rolled our bikes from around the side of the house on our way to meet friends at the pool hall and we both stopped at the sight of the two of them on the front lawn. One was holding two round flat boxing mitts on each hand high in front of him, while the second dude, shirtless, barefoot and with tapes on his ankles, was hitting them with various kicks.
Junior and I watched. The guy was fucking Jean Claude Van Damme, the way he moved… spinning and kicking, like a dancer warrior. I appreciated how hard he spun, jumped and kicked, all while silently noting his form, and his flexed feet.
I followed Junior as he rode up their driveway to get a close look, and we stood there as Jean Claude kicked the gloves, each smack seeming to get louder and harder.
“Hey guys,” boxing mitts guy, said, “you want a turn?”
“Fuck, yeah!” Junior excitedly answered, jumping off his bike.
Leo, 21, is tall and fit. Blonde, thick, with large round shoulders and two tight squares for a chest. He had light blonde hair on his forearms, just like Rodney and although Leo was shorter than Rodney, I knew that just like Leo, high school basketball star Rodney will have a home gym too when he goes to university. Except Rodney will be much taller. With a basketball net above the garage.
Diego, 21, is a bit shorter, and just as athletically built. He has tribal tattoos all over his back and shoulders, with the pattern mimicking wings spanning his shoulder blades. Diego, with his black buzzed hair and goatee, smiled at us approaching as he wiped some sweat from his brow.
Both Leo and Diego were in their second year University, studying sports sciences. Diego is on the kickboxing team and is training for the next big competition.
Wrestler 1 is blonde and in a tight blue singlet. His hair is short. He’s lean, and spry.
Wrestler 2 has short buzzed black hair and is shorter than Blonde Wrestler, but thicker and more muscular. He has huge round shoulders, big round arms and muscular thick thighs that fill out his red singlet.
The footage is grainy and music is playing. There’s no ambient sound, just the music, which gives the scene a dreamlike feel.
There’s a close up of Blonde Wrestler as he stretches in a corner of the ring.
Then, a close up of Muscle Wrestler pulling an arm over his head, stretching too.
With an empty frame, the two combatants enter from each side to face each other. They squat with hands clasped around each other’s head and begin to spar.
The cheesy music the only sounds that can be heard.
The music swells as they push and pull each other.
Cut to them rolling around on the floor.
After giving us a quick demonstration on stances and foot placement, Leo held his mitts out while Junior feebly attempted to hit them with his foot. The guys offered some coaching, but Junior ‘s leg was too bent, his stance too weak, his body alignment all wrong and try as he might Junior could barely connect with Leo’s outstretched hands, awkwardly throwing his foot with seemingly no control.
Instantly realizing it was much harder than it looked and panting, Junior stops, puts his hands on his hips and looks at me, “Okay Rickie, your turn!”
Holding his hands lower and with very low expectations (given Junior’s performance), Leo was not ready for the force of my well-placed kick. All three of them started from the loud smack when my foot connected to the mitt, slapping Leo’s unprepared hand away.
“Okaaay,” Leo said impressed, “we got a natural.”
Leo bent his knees and steadied his hands, and gave me a nod.
I pliéed deep, quickly shifted to one foot and connected with another strong side kick, my foot cocked and flexed as instructed so it connected with the outside of my foot. Next, I switched feet and like a dance hitch kick I’ve done a million times, connected a front kick with the other mitt with my other foot. Getting back into my stance, I bounced a couple of times before I did a chainé turn and roundhouse kick before landing in a very deep plié facing the other way.
“Whoa!” Leo exclaimed, as my foot sailed by his face. I didn’t hit him, nor was I trying to.
“He’s a dancer,” Junior explained, as he turned to Diego standing with wide eyes and his arms on his hips.
After a bit more coaching Diego had me kicking high over Leo’s head, and the boys marvelled at my flexibility and the height and strength of my kicks. If they had any notes, it was to stop pointing my toes. I wasn’t supposed to be pretty; I was supposed to hit with force. And flexed feet.
Diego seemed especially impressed. “If you trained regularly, you could compete, dude”
“Will I get big muscles like you guys?” I asked.
“Fuck, yes you will. You should start now, little man.” Diego answered, “Come work out with us anytime.”
So, whenever the guys were in their garage, Junior and I would join them. After they were done their sets, they would reduce the weight and coach us on how to “lift,” giving us a turn.
About a month later, Junior and I were waiting for his Mom and Dad to go bowling so we could watch some of his dad’s porn and fuck around, but at the last minute his folks decided they could not go. I had power washed and finger fucked my hole in preparation and was disappointed that I wasn’t going to get fucked.
Junior was just as disappointed, and still horny. “Let’s go find somewhere to fuck,” he decided.
Junior liked to take me behind the shed and fuck my face, but we had not fucked there as it was too out in the open. It was more hidden at night, but it wasn’t dark yet.
We were too horny to care.
I followed him to the backyard and as soon as we turned behind the shed, Junior turns to me and pushes me down to my knees. Pulling his already hard cock out he shoves it hard into my mouth and after a few gags starts smashing my face down on his cock.
“Get my cock wet, cuz I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Junior barks.
After aggressively fucking my throat, and with my spit all over my face, Junior slips his hands under my arms and impatiently pulls me up from my knees. Turning me around, he presses me hard against the back of the shed and pulls down my shorts. I arch my back and aim my hole at him.
“Wait,” I say, spitting into my hand and rubbing it on my hole, slipping a finger in to make sure my hole is at least a little bit wet.
Holding me still with his forearm on my back, Junior guides the head of his wet cock to my pink teenage hole and aggressively pushes it in.
“Argh!” I instinctively recoil, trying to round my back to take his hard cock, but he holds me steady and presses hard down on my ass to maintain my arch, pinning me against the shed wall. Junior was rough and he liked to hit, smack and punch me when he pounded my ass.
Junior didn’t move to give me time to open up for him, as I stifled my moans and squirmed. After a few ‘fucks’ I finally acclimated to his meat inside me, and he started to push, slowly at first. I pressed my hands against the wall as he began to pound me harder and harder.
“Ugh…. Mmmmm… Fuck….”
The more I struggled, the more Junior’s dick swelled. After a few minutes of Junior increasing his speed and my moans getting louder, Junior wraps his hand around and covers my mouth. He places the other hand around my waist and with all of his force starts to aggressively pound me. He is fucking me like a jackhammer, smashing me with the full weight of his body.
PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP! PUMP!
I am screaming into Junior’s hand and pushing against the shed in attempt to brace myself from his rabid thrusts. Although I’m pretty strong and sweating from the effort, I cannot stop myself from smashing my body against the shed wall. The bangs against the wall are furious and loud.
“Fuck, yes…take that fucking cock… you fucking faggot,” Junior grunts with disgust, tinged with admiration.
As my muffled screams and pounding against the wall gets louder, Junior finally begins to nut and he slows his thrusts, moaning in between shots.
Breathing heavy now, as he releases me and steps back, I dutifully turn around and drop to my knees. I lick and slurp his cummy cock, savouring his teenage spunk.
“Ahhhhh,” Junior sighs, hands on his hips, head back and eyes closed.
When I’m done, I stand up and lean against the shed. Junior pulls up his shorts and pats me on the shoulder, “C’mon, let’s go order a pizza,” he says.
Taking a second, I lean my head back as I try to catch my breath. Before I reach down to pull up my shorts, I roll my head to the side. I can see behind the sheds down the row of properties on the block, and two doors down, Diego is standing behind the shed in their backyard, holding a rake and looking at me.
Fuck... We just couldn’t wait till it got dark.
I can’t tell if Diego is shocked, disgusted or even interested. He just looks at me with the same shocked appreciation he had when I connected my first high kick on his front lawn.
I’m startled… but I can only smile.
I bend over and pull up my shorts and follow Junior back into his house.
Later that night, as I was leaving Junior’s, I could hear the music coming from the gym garage as I guided my bike from the side of Junior’s house to his driveway. I hop on the bike and sail to the end of Junior’s driveway. The light of the neighbour’s garage cuts through the night. The garage door is open and Diego is alone, kicking and jabbing the huge punching bag suspended from the ceiling.
Noticing me, Diego stops his sparring and stands up straight. I can feel the heat emanating from the back of my neck. I wasn’t sure if it was from shame or excitement.
Diego, with his boxing gloves on, waves me to come over.
“You’re not going to stop for a quick workout?” Diego asks, as I zoom up the driveway and stop at the edge of the garage. “You guys haven’t been over for a few days.”
“I wasn’t sure… we would still be welcome,” I manage to respond, not really looking him in the eye.
Diego, with furrowed eyebrows says, “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t you still be welcome?”
The wrestlers rolling around on the floor start to rub each other’s bulges and slap each other’s asses.
In a close up shot, Blonde Wrestler rubs his face in Muscular Wrestler’s bulge.
Eventually, Muscular Wrestler pulls Blonde Wrestler’s blue singlet to the side and pulls out his hard cock, licking and sucking on the head.
The music is quieter now, and moans and grunting sounds are added – although noticeably not coming from the Wrestlers but more so a voice track laid in over the film footage and music track.
Blonde Wrestler pulls off his shoulder straps and the singlets are off now.
Muscular Wrestler sucks and swallows Blonde Wrestler’s cock.
The camera cuts to a close up of Muscular Wrestler’s muscle ass, as Blonde Wrestler rubs his hole.
They are naked and laying in the middle of the ring, with dubbed moaning and slurping behind the music.
I was confused he was confused. “Well, … because of what you saw… me and Junior… behind the shed.”
Diego, taking off his boxing gloves walks over to me straddling my bike, and puts a free hand on my shoulder. “Pfft,” he laughs, seemingly unphased. “You guys are horny teenagers,” he says, “It wasn’t that long ago that I was in high school and fucked everything that moved.”
An instant wave of relief washes over me, and with a new deeper feeling of kinship with him I hop off my bike and follow Diego to the workout bench.
“Let’s work on some chest and biceps,” he says reaching for some plates to put on the barbell.
“Did you practice fucking your buddies in high school too?” I ask.
“Is that what you’re doing?” Diego asks smiling, “… you’re practicing.”
“Well…” is all I can say. I hadn’t really thought about what we were doing… or at least talked to anyone about it. “Junior is practicing,” I share, “He can’t wait to fuck my ass pussy on a hot chick.”
Nodding, Diego puts the last plate on the barbell and secures it with a clamp. “And you?”
I lay down on the bench and line my pinky fingers with the ends of the notches on the barbell like Diego taught us. I take a deep breath, arch my back and expand my chest, concentrating on my form as I start to perform the chest press.
Diego, hovers above, spotting me. He had added 10 more lbs then my personal best weight, so I’m struggling early.
On my third rep, my arms start to shake and begin to fail 2/3rds of the way back up to full extension. Like living training wheels, Diego eases some of the weight for me and helps me complete the full motion, guiding the bar back to the rack.
“Ugh,” I finally verbalize, happy to be saved from total failure. Still on my back on the bench I finally answer him: “… I like it. I really like it.”
We switch spots and I pretend to spot him while he bangs out a high rep set with my measly 110 lbs max weight… 7, 8, 9, 10… “You like it, eh?”… 11, 12, 13…
I told him again that I did.
I told him about Mr. Giancolo’s porn collection. And about my favourite porn we called “The Captain.” I told him about how I practiced fucking myself at home and how, after I introduced anal sex to our suck off sessions, Junior liked to practice fucking my “ass pussy.” I told him that we did it behind the shed earlier because we weren't home alone as planned because his parents didn’t end up going to bowling night with my parents.
“Junior was pounding you hard,” he shared, impressed. “And you seemed to enjoy it.”
“Fuck, Diego, I really did enjoy it,” as I set up for a set of dumbbell rows.
Bent over with one knee and with one hand on the bench, I concentrate on stabilizing my core and pulling the dumbbell up from elbow, isolating my triceps on the pull.
Diego walks around behind me. Leaning over me close, he guides my ass so I’m aligned more with my knee, “You’re hyper extending again,” he says, “stop aiming that ass pussy at me.”
I laugh and lose my concentration, softening my form a bit but force myself to regain control. As I engage my glutes again, I can feel Diego lean closer and press himself against me.
I can feel his dick press against my cheek.
“Are you getting hard, coach?” I playfully ask.
“Can you blame me?” he responds. “That is a fine ass pussy.” Diego smacks my hard round teenage dancer glute.
I finish my reps and as I place the dumbbell on the floor, press my ass into him.
Sticking my ass out as much as I can, I look back at him over my shoulder, my head almost on the ground, my hard round ass up.
“What next, coach?” I ask coyly, not moving – ass up.
Diego smirks as he looks at me. “You want to learn how to please a man?”
With my ass at his crotch and my head below the workout bench still looking up at him, I nod.
“I said… Do you want to learn how to please a man?” he asks again.
“Yes… please,” I awkwardly reply.
“Yes please, Coach,” he says, raising an eyebrow as if to make sure I was aware that my education has started.
“Yes please, Coach,” I repeat back to him.
“Good boy,” he says. “You are a very quick learner, and very advanced for your age.”
I smile.
Diego doesn’t move. He just stands there looking at me and I get the sense he’s expecting something from me. I am not really sure what he wants me to do, so I start to lift my head and turn around.
But just as I start to move from my ass up position, Diego puts a hand behind my neck and gently guides me back down to the bent over position I was in.
“When Coach gives you a compliment, you say ‘thank you,’” he instructs firmly.
With me bent over and his sweaty half naked body covering me with his hand on the back of my neck, I say: “Thank you.”
“Thank you… what?” he says more firmly.
“Thank you, Coach,” I reply.
“Good boy,” he says. “Now, don’t move.”
Diego walks over to the corner of the garage and pulls the garage door down, so that no one can see us from the street.
“What time do you have to be home? Do you have time for more… training?” he asks.
“It’s bowling night,” I answer, “my parents won’t be home until 11pm.”
Diego walks back over to me and rubs my ass before smacking me, harder this time. SMACK!
Diego hits me so hard that he almost knocks me over and instantly catches me before I topple over the other side of the bench. He gently pushes my ass down to the floor, guiding it underneath me, like we did when training our family Labrador how to sit.
On my knees, looking up at him I can feel my dick get really hard. Diego cups my chin and holding the back of my head lowers himself closer to my face, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” I do.
Diego spits in my face and I instinctively close my eyes and close my open mouth.
He waits until I open my wet eyes, “Open your mouth again. And keep it open until I say you can close it.”
He hocks a big loogie and spits most of it in my mouth. I gag as I feel it in the back of my throat. But this time I keep my mouth open and my tongue out, as instructed.
Diego spits in my face again... And again… He smacks my face, not hard, but firm. Then spits in my face again… I’m drooling and my face is wet… he hits me again.
Diego is looking me straight in the eyes and I do my best to keep eye contact with him in between wet blinks. He takes his finger and sticks it in my open mouth, right down my throat. I gag, but he holds it there. I breath hard, air and spittle escaping around his hand where it can.
“You’re being a good boy,” he praises me in between gurgles. He reaches down and grabs my hard cock and balls, and roughly shakes them, “… a really good boy.”
When he takes his fingers out of my mouth, I gasp for air and bend over coughing. While I compose myself, Diego sits on the bench and now at eye level, takes my head between both of his hands and smiles.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to and we can stop at any time, okay,” he says in a softer tone, “Do you want me to continue?”
His face is so close to mine, and for the first time I notice that his eyes are more green then brown as they normally look. My dick is rock hard, and in an awkward position but I resist adjusting myself.
“Yes, Coach,” I say, “I really want to learn how to please a man.”
Diego smiles and looks me up and down. He strokes my hair back and wipes a tear that’s gathered and started to fall from all of my gagging.
The announcer on the radio introduces the next song on deck to be Def Leopard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me.
“Ok dancer boy. I want you to stand up and do a strip tease for me… Take off everything and dance for me naked,” Diego orders.
He did not have to ask me twice.
I had seen Stripped to Kill, a movie about a female cop going undercover as a stripper in a club a few years ago. It made an impression on me. I innocently asked my dance teacher if we could do a number with poles, and at the time, didn’t understand why she was so incredulous in her refusal to entertain my dance routine suggestion.
As soon as the song started and from my knees, I rolled back from where Diego was sitting on the bench to give me some room.
As I did so, I was able to shift my cock to a more comfortable angle and right at the second (and last) “hey” of the intro to the song, I quickly jutted my legs out from under me into a forward split, shooting my front leg under the bench in between Diego’s legs, my toes pointed.
Then, right in time to the silent 4 counts just before Joe Elliot, the lead singer from Def Leopard begins to sing the first verse, I dramatically rolled my head and leaned back, touching my forehead to the back of my knee.
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man? (your man)
With the accents to the music, I rolled onto my back and kicked my legs into the air. On my shoulders, with my feet pointing to the ceiling, I supported my back with my hands, elbows on the floor. After a few pointed air bicycle circles, I slowly drop my butt back to the floor and slide my hands into my shorts for another surreptitious dick adjustment.
With the momentum, I’m able to roll back to place my feet back on the floor and plant my knees. I do a slinky wave against the floor… chest, stomach, pelvis… then shoot my legs into a centre split. Feet pointed.
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light Television lover, baby, go all night Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah
As soon as I hit the splits, I bounce off my inner thighs and press into a handstand, using the momentum to pull my feet together and place them, still locked at the ankles, together flat on the floor and then slowly roll my torso up so I’m standing to face Diego.
“Yes, Rickie!” Diego exclaims at my musically inspired gymnastic tricks.
With a small and quick plié, I prepare to pirouette. During my turns, with my right foot in a high tight passé, I cross my arms over my stomach, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and raise them, pulling my shirt off above my head while I'm turning, so by my third rotation my shirt is off high above my head.
On the end of the phrase and now shirtless, I jump out of the spin, legs apart in a wide second, and twirl my shirt like a lasso over my head to the music.
“Wohoo!” Diego claps, appreciating my musicality and bobbing his head to the music.
Everyone knows that I’m a competitive dancer, but when they actually see me perform, I would often get a variation of: “I knew you were a dancer, but I didn’t know you were that good!”… and Diego was no different, clapping and hollering at me with a mix of surprise, pride and… well, lust.
Now c'mon, take a bot-tle, … shake it uh-uh-up
Break the bu-bble, … break it uh-up
I toss my shirt at Diego, and it lands on his head, covering most of his face. He laughs as he tosses it aside.
For the 2 counts of 8 of the bridge leading to the chorus, I make my way to the centre of the available space, my back to Diego. Just when the first Chorus starts, with my feet together and legs totally straight, I bend over, taking my shorts down to the floor with me. My now naked faggot hole pointed right at him.
And just when the chorus starts, I press into a one-handed naked handstand, developéing and hitting on cue my legs into a high “L” above me. I spot my supporting hand beside my shorts and underwear on the garage floor and can feel my hard cock bounce in the air.
“Yeah!” Diego screams, unable to contain his enthusiasm.
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
… I can't get enough
I had never danced full out naked with a hard-on before, let alone for an audience. I was thoroughly enjoying Diego’s genuine enthusiasm and appreciation for my athleticism.
After some more slinky moves, naked ballet leg extensions and turns while I held my dick with one or both hands, I started to look for a place in the song to create a satisfying ending and decided to do a big finish at the end of the bridge into the second verse.
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah
Cartwheeling back to just in front of him, I rolled around on the floor until I was just in front of Diego. Thankfully, the workout bench area had large mats so I wasn’t rolling around naked on a dusty garage floor. Just on a dusty plastic floor mat.
By the last 8 count before the second verse, I finished right in front of Diego, on my knees, both hands on my head, and my teenage dick underneath me pointing up, right at him.
“YES!” Diego wailed, “That was AMAZING!”
With my hands still above my head, Diego licked his lips and clapped, a huge proud smile across his face.
After a few seconds, and breathing heavy, I sat back on my heels and dropped my hands to my knees. Diego, looked at me, and taking my head between his hands, held me still while he reached in and started to kiss me.
He started with closed lips at first, but as I followed his lead, our mouths began to open. Then our tongues began to touch, and intertwine, the embrace getting deeper and wetter.
It was my first real kiss.
All those bowling nights getting fucked, Junior and I had never kissed.
A hot wave of ecstasy swelled through my body and I could not contain myself. From on my knees, and with my hands gripping Diego’s forearms, I started to cum handsfree, shooting load after teenage load on the mat under the bench in between Diego’s knees.
Still locked in the kiss, I moaned and still clinging to Diego’s forearms with both my hands to steady myself. I must have squeezed him hard, because after my third nut, he pulls back from our kiss and watches me finish unloading.
Why is he always surprised when I do something?
“Fuck, Rickie… you are the hottest stripper dancer boy I’ve ever seen!” he praises, as I fire the last of my handsfree shots.
Diego holds my head firm as I continue gasping for air, overwhelmed from the intensity of my orgasm… and my first kiss. I finally begin to settle down and realize I’ve sprayed his legs and left more than one puddle of sperm on the mat between us.
He stands up and bends over pulling his shorts off. When he stands back up, Diego is standing naked in front of me, his cock rock hard in front of my face. Like the Captain in the final scene, I instantly take his cock with both my hands and start aggressively licking, sucking and pulling on it.
I’m insatiable. Moaning and grunting as I suck, and suck, and try to get it deeper and deeper down my throat. He’s thicker and longer than Junior, with two beautiful swollen hairless balls, that I pull, suck and lick too.
I look up at him in between enthusiastic gulps and Diego is smiling, watching me and pulling on his nipples.
“Fuck, twinkle toes... suck that dick,” he moans.
Diego’s cock is rock hard and covered in my spit, and with one hand separating his balls I jerk and pull on his fat wet cock. He motions my hands away and sits down on the bench. Reaching down between his legs, he scoops up some of my cum off the mat and brings it to my mouth, shoving his dripping fingers down my throat again.
He reaches down and scoops up more and this time he brings it to his cock and rubs it on the head of his dick. “Get up,” he says.
Diego scoops his hands under my arm pits and practically picks me up and places me on top of his lap. I’m able to put one leg on the floor and the other on the bench beside him. Holding my relatively smaller ball sac out of the way, Diego holds his cock steady as I aim my hole at it.
I feel the head of his fat cock find my hole and with his cock covered in my spit and sperm, I slowly sit down on it.
“Uhhhh,” I grunt, as his cock spreads me open. I only get a few inches in before I cannot take anymore and instinctively stand back up, his cock popping out of me. Diego reaches down and scoops the last bit of my cum off the mat and finds my hole. He rubs it around my little boy hole lips and shoves a finger in.
“Ah,” I moan.
Slipping a second finger in and slowly stretching me Diego says: “Oh yeah,… that’s a nice ass pussy.” I match his slow finger mini-thrusts, grabbing my ass cheeks to spread them further and push down into him.
Satisfied, Diego takes his fingers out and guides his dick back in. This time I’m wet too from my own cum and spread enough to take him all the way in. After a minute, I’m sufficiently relaxed enough to start jumping up and down on him.
“Oh… that’s it, … ride that man cock.”
After some ass eating, Muscular Wrestler puts Blonde Wrestler on his back.
Holding one of Blonde Wrestler’s ankles, Muscular Wrestler guides his cock into Blonde Wrestler’s ass with his free hand.
The camera cuts back to show Blonde Wrestler on his back with his legs in the air, stroking his own cock.
The music dies down, and the audio track switches to an ambient dub, where you can hear them moving in the boxing ring and the moans are actually coming from the wrestlers.
“Oh yeah, fuck me…” Blonde Wrestler moans.
The camera cuts back in forth between a close up of a Blonde Wrestler’s face and of Muscular Wrestler’s cock sliding in and out of Blonde Wrestler’s hole.
“Yeah, take my cock,” Muscular Wrestler retorts.
Muscular Wrestler takes Blonde Wrestler’s legs and places them over his shoulders and bends over him.
Blonde Wrestler wraps his arms around Muscular Wrestler’s neck, as Muscular Wrestler rolls back on to his knees, and holding Blonde Wrestler under his ass, stands up, lifting Blonde Wrestler off the mat.
With his cock still inside of him, Muscular Wrestler lifts Blonde Wrestler up and down on his cock.
After the scene cuts to various angles of Muscular Wrestler lifting Blonde Wrestler up and down on his cock, Muscular Wrestler takes Blonde Wrestler to the edge of the wrestling mat and presses Blonde Wrestler against the wall.
Blonde Wrestler lets go and holds on to the wooden Swedish Ladder rungs against the wall, while Muscular Wrestler, still holding him off the ground, fucks him.
The camera cuts to underneath the pair, where Muscular Wrestler’s cock is sliding in and out of Blonde Wrestler’s hole.
Feeling me open up from jumping up and down on him, Diego scoops his hands under my knees and stands up.
With my knees at my own ears and his forearms braced against my inner thighs, Diego standing tall and holding me off the ground, starts to lift me up and down on his dick, like he’s doing bicep curls. I wrap my hands around his neck and stiffen my whole body to help with the effort, but he easily bears my weight and pumps me up and down on him.
He watches himself in the mirror and grunts as he flexes his biceps while bouncing me on his cock, enjoying the exercise. My hole is loose and with so much of my weight bearing down on him, Diego’s dick is stabbing deep into me.
“Take my fucking cock, boy!” he grunts, in between thrusts.
I look over at us in the mirror and I’m proud that even as we both start to sweat from the effort, my toes are pointed, like a good little dancer.
After he finishes his set, Diego whirls around and lays me on my back on the workout bench.
Relieved, he lets out a big sigh and smiles. “Did you like that lift, twinkle toes?” he asks. I manage to nod.
Diego spits in my face and smacks me three times - Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Did you LIKE that lift, BOY?” he asks again louder.
“YES Coach!” I reply loudly.
Spit. Smack. “Good boy,” he says. Smack.
He leans down getting ready to spit again and I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He sprays all over my face and I blink from the wet.
Diego wipes my eyes and sticks his fingers in my mouth. He starts to fuck me harder, holding my one knee back with his free hand. After I gag on his fingers, he grabs both my knees and with all his weight presses down on me.
With my knees pressed against my ears and my feet against the inside of his shoulders at his armpits, Diego pounds my ass like a jackhammer. With his tree trunk legs and athletic man-abs, he pounds me harder and faster than Junior ever did.
I scream with every thrust, as he frantically pommels me. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Blonde Wrestler is on his hands and knees, in the middle of the wrestling matt.
Muscular Wrestler is fucking him from behind.
“Yeah… Oh, yes…. take my cock,” Muscular Wrestler is saying.
The video cuts to Blonde Wrestler’s face, he’s looking over his shoulder, back at Muscular Wrestler.
“Fuck me, man…. Yeah, fuck me,” Blonde Wrestler says back to him.
Muscular Wrestler, gripping Blonde Wrestler at his waist increases his speed, pounding him hard.
The camera cuts to a closer shot of Muscular Wrestler’s cock as he pulls it out of Blonde Wrestler’s hole and after a few aggressive tugs, shoots his load all over Blonde Wrestler’s ass and lower back.
Squirt… Squirt… Squirt…
After Muscular Wrestler is finished, the camera cuts a closer shot of Blonde Wrestler’s cock as he has now sat back on his knees and, jerking his cock, unloads on the mat underneath him
Squirt… Squirt… Squirt…
Diego’s body is wrapped around me and he’s bearing down on me with his full weight.
With his face right above mine, Deigo stares intensely and directly into my eyes, his body stabbing me with a ferocity and rhythm of a war-drunk warrior swinging a battle axe.
His muscles are hard and glistening wet against the garage light. Diego grunts with every thrust.
“Uh… Uh… Uh… Uh.. Uh.. Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.Uh.!”
Diego howls as he busts deep inside me.
“Uh.Uh.Uh. Uh.Uh.Uh. Uh.Uh. Argghhhhhhh!.....…. Argghh!.........Argghh!”
“Huff … huff… huff,” he pants, sweat dripping off of him.
As his slumped and softening frame still pins me against the bench, Diego’s body spasms in diminishing waves as he recovers from the force of his orgasm.
With a furrowed brow and our eyes still locked, Diego ignores the drips of sweat hitting me in the face. As his intermittent shaking wanes and his breathing cools, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue to catch the falling beads of sweat.
Diego giggles, and after allowing me to catch a few more drops, shakes his head so all of his loose sweat sprays across my face. I close my eyes, but keep my mouth wide open and tongue out to catch as much as I can.
Diego leans down and sucks my outstretched tongue into his mouth. Slurpppp!
He sucks on it and kisses me hard, both of us sweaty and moaning. And I’m lost in our wet make out session.
His aggressive kiss eventually softens.
Although I’m scrunched into a ball underneath him still, my cock hard but pressed in between our sweaty bodies, I feel like I could cum again as I savour it all… I revel in the violent and now softening kiss, of the diminishing spasms of his still hard cock inside my dripping hole, and of the weight of a wet hard university athlete muscle body enveloped around me.
Diego slowly pulls away, sliding his cock out of me and stands up.
“Good boy, Rickie,” he praises, smacking my ass and then helping me sit up.
“Thanks, Coach,” I manage to say, properly, like a good boy.
He walks over to his water bottle and picks up his towel, wiping down the sweat from his face, then his shoulder and arms. Looking over at me, he tosses me the towel.
“But… you’re going to need more training,” he says.
As I wipe down my own sweat, I watch him walk over to a row of boxes they have on a shelving unit against one wall. He pulls down a box from the top shelf and looks inside, his eyes are scanning until he pulls out a video tape (this one a VHS) and tosses it to me.
I catch it and look at the title written in marker along the spine: “Wrestler Fuck Fest”
“Homework,” Diego explains. “And after that, I have more for you to see…”
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