Remedy to Sexual Tension

William, 18, lives in Tucson, Arizona (USA). He’s trying to convince his father to give him more free time so that he can join the local wrestlers club. “I don’t know why you want to become a wrestler, son. Yes, you are tall and have broad shoulders, but you are so clumsy. Your big ass will constantly bounce on the mat.” William’s mother pleads in his favor and training starts the following Saturday.

Six foot three (190.5 cm), 218 pounds (98.8 kg), William wears a size fourteen shoe (48.5 EU). Early on in high school, he got the nickname Bigfoot, a reference to a folkloric wild indigenous man inhabiting the forest of North America. Coach George Goldfinger teaches the basic moves to his recruit wrestler, but William is not only clumsy, he does not rebound quickly enough. He sometimes gets a grip on a guy, and for no apparent reason, he lets his opponent slip out of his hands. The match ends with William eating the mat. “I’m so glad that Daddy never attends athletic events. I would never hear the end of it.”

After practice, team members shower up before going home. More often than not, Coach Goldfinger stands in the locker room, giving pointers to the boys or just watching them display their assets. William catches the coach staring at him more intensely, thinking that he is probably wondering what to do with such a pitiful wrestler. One day, as William is walking out of the shower area back toward the lockers, the coach says: “I guess it’s true what they say about guys with big feet.” William wonders why some wrestlers laugh.

“What did Coach mean by that?”

“Nothin’, Bigfoot. It’s just Mother Nature’s way of evening the score. You may not have been first in line when she gave out the brains, but God Almighty, you sure were for other parts of the body.

William’s cock is a whopping eleven inches long (28 cm). It always seems ready to flood his jockstrap. For that reason, coach George Goldfinger (GG) has a theory explaining the wrestler’s poor performance. He invites William (Willy) to his office and tells him to close the door. GG is 33 and Willy is 18. The discussion is now between friends, special friends to be more precise.

“I’ve been giving your case a lot of thought. Do you know, Willy, what your problem is?”

“No, sir, I mean, no, GG.”

“It’s sexual tension. Do you know what that means? Did your father ever tell you about sex?

On the spot, Willy feels like disappearing. He is sure that his face is redder than a fire engine. His head nods a timid no.

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed, son. Sex is natural, a God-given gift. It can also cause problems, especially for young men. If they can not find some kind of release for their sexual tension, it can affect the quality of their athletic performance. Do you understand, Willy?

“Not really. Well, I’m not sur where you’re going?”

“Looks like I have no choice but to show you privately. Lock the door.”

When GG orders Willy to drop his pants, the teenager feels like he has been hit by a two-by-four. He doesn’t budge. GG smiles and explains how he has seen the boy in the shower a dozen times. There’s nothing new to admire, but there’s a point to prove. To make Willy feel comfortable, GG also drops his pants. He’s wearing a jockstrap and exhibiting a healthy bulge. Willy’s cock immediately starts to get hard. GG sees that as an invitation, and grabs the biggest dick he has ever seen. The rod grows one more leap.

“Do you see what I mean, Willy?”

“I can’t say that I do, GG.”

“Look how easy it is for you to get a super boner. No wonder you can’t put your mind on your athletic performance!”

All Willy can think is how good GG’s hand feels wrapped around his dick. It’s more than enveloping the joystick, it’s slowly stroking it up and down. Willy doesn’t want him to stop. He’s wondering what will be the next step when he hears GG whispering to his ear: “Take off the rest of your clothes.” They both get totally naked. It’s the first time Willy sees a naked man; well, someone older than him. GG’s chest is covered with black, curly hair that trails down and gets all bushy right above his dick which is now sticking straight out for pure virile admiration.

GG explains that it’s time to explore further the sexual tension problem. He squeezes Willy’s nipples and that triggers a lustful moan. He then licks the virile boobs, biting them gently with his teeth and flicking them with his tongue. New “Ah, jeez” moans fill the office. The two cocks frot together and fence wildly. GG kneels down and starts licking Willy’s tight balls while stroking his rod. The boy can’t resist yelling “Oh god, we’re onto something here!” On that note, GG slides his tongue up and down the shaft, flicks the dickhead, pushes it into the piss slit, and solemnly engulfs eleven inches of hard red meat. Slowly, he works it down his throat, inch by inch, until his nose is buried in the young wrestler’s pubes. His head bobs back and forth, taking in the entire cock all the way each time. The young wrestler has to admit that the coach is going over this sexual tension business with a fine-tooth comb.

Willy suddenly realizes that he has not been minding his manners. GG also has sexual tension, and needs help with this “awesome problem”. Willy drops down to his knees, admires the long hard tool in front of his face, fingers the veins along it, and watches how the head flares out. It’s the first time he sniffs a man’s dick and balls. It reminds him of the smell of a stag in rut when he went hunting with his daddy. Another long sniff gets him drunker than moonshine (bootlegger drink). Willy runs his tongue around GG’s dickhead and absorbs the entire one-eyed trouser snake. He honestly feels that his mouth is the most natural place in the world for GG’s dick. “Our mouth and cock are made to fit tightly together.”

They both roll on the floor for Willy’s first 69 experience. They naturally get each other’s cock down their throat like butter on a hot skillet. GG has experience but finds out how Willy is a fast learner. He pumps raw meat like his life depended on it. “If you were only as good at wrestling as you are at sucking a cock, we’d be up for the interstate championship by now, son!” Balls are squeezed, sap boils up, bodies shudder, they are almost over the edge. Loads of jizz squirt down GG’s throat as he floods Willy’s entire mouth. The new “special fiends” grunt, snort and swallow the creamy nectar like they were starving.

“And that is how you relieve sexual tension, son!”

“Can I ask you a related question?”

“Of course, buddy. What do you have in mind?”

“Well… it’s not in my mind, rather in my ass.”

“Put your hands on my butt, Willy, and shoot your question.”  

“How do you relieve asshole tension?”

“A cock fits nicely in a man’s mouth, as you have learned with brio, and it goes even better in his shit hole. I will teach you that tomorrow after practice. Brace yourself for the hottest experience in man-to-to man pleasures!”

“I imagine you call this one-on-one session ‘Fucking 101’.”

“I like you a lot, son. Your pretty witty. Suffice to say that you will learn how wrestling was invented to worship balls, cock and arse. Winners get to lick, suck and fuck.”