The Perfect Match

I love wrestling but I hate the weekend tournaments. I have to wake up at 5am on a Saturday, drive halfway across the state, then spend the whole day in a hot, smelly gym. It was beyond boring. Luckily, I was good enough to not be eliminated on the first day so I was usually still able to wrestle on Sundays. I couldn’t imagine sitting around all day without anything to do... The worst part was sharing a hotel with the other guys on the team. Sleeping in a small bed with another dude was bad enough, but it made it really hard to jack off too. I usually jack off every night or else I’m really horny the next day, and a wrestling tournament is not the place to be horny, that’s for sure.

I tried my hardest to sleep on the bus, but even though it wasn’t even 6am yet, the guys on my team were being loud and rowdy so I knew it was going to be a miserable day. We got to the tournament around 8am and I checked the match listing. I didn’t have to wrestle till 11 so I found a quiet corner in a hallway where I could take a nap.

My dick was hard when I woke up. I couldn’t remember my dreams but I knew they were sex dreams… I realized I hadn’t jacked off the night before. I figured I could find a bathroom somewhere to get off, but when I checked my phone I saw it was 10.50. Fuck!! I ran back to the gym, changed as quickly as I could and jogged over to the mat. The guy I was going up against was tall and lanky, and his hair was dyed blue. “What a fag,” I thought. I guess his hair matched his school colors but I hated wrestling the fags because they always got hard while wrestling and blamed “the friction.” Sure, I got hard sometimes too, I’m pretty sure all the guys did, but at least it wasn’t every time. We shook hands and the ref blew his whistle. Bam! The fag immediately had me on the ground. Damn. It’s always the skinny ones that are the strongest. We wrestled around a little, but as soon as I got him on his back, he flipped me over again... and this time his bulge went right in my face.

He was hard. I knew it. Goddammit. He really had me pinned down, so I gasped for air. As soon as I opened my mouth he grinded his hard dick in between my lips. I’d had other guys bulges in my face during a round but I’d never had their fucking dicks in my mouth! I could practically feel his pulse and I’m sure he knew it because soon enough I felt him grinding it up and down. I was pissed off, so I used all my strength to flip him over and pinned him in less than 10 seconds. Fucking asshole. We stood up, shook hands, and I swear to god he winked at me. I walked away and quickly realized that I was hard too… and I knew it wasn’t friction. I couldn’t believe I liked feeling his dick in my mouth but I couldn’t deny it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

My next round wasn’t until the afternoon so I went up to the stands to take another nap. I woke up hard again but I remembered my dreams… I was wrestling with some of the guys on the team, but we were naked and every time I lost I had to suck them off. What the fuck was happening? Why couldn’t I stop thinking about it? I had to do something about it, and there was only one way I could do it.

I grabbed my phone and searched for Grindr. I’d heard about it in a movie but I was honestly surprised it was real. I quickly made a profile. I cropped my face out of a picture of me in my singlet and added it to my profile. Instantly my phone blew up with messages, mostly gross pictures of dicks, but there was one that got my attention, “You at the tournament?” it said. I didn’t know what to say back so I just typed, “Yeah.” He sent me back a picture of him naked, he didn’t show his face but I didn’t pay attention to anything other than his huge, rock-hard cock anyway. “You got any pictures?” he asked. “No,” I responded, “I can find a bathroom and take some.” I had a knot in my stomach, but I was excited. I had never done anything like this and this is the last place I would have thought I’d be doing it. My phone buzzed, “How about I just meet you there? I know a private bathroom down a hallway that no one’s using.” My hands were sweating. How would he know about that? It must have been a guy from the home team. I didn’t know anyone from that team so I figured it was safe. “Sure.” I messaged back.

He gave me directions to the bathroom, and I waited a few minutes before trying to find it. Actually, it took me a few minutes before my dick was soft enough for me to stand up without anyone noticing. I turned down a dark hallway and saw someone standing about halfway down. This was it. I took a deep breath as I walked closer but once I saw who was standing there I figured it was a false alarm.

“Hey coach,” I said, quietly. I was a little relieved it was just him instead of some random guy. What was I thinking anyway?

“Oh hey,” he looked nervous and he looked up and down the hallway, “What are you doing here?”

I had to come up with a lie… “I was just… exploring. I don’t have another round till 3 and I got bored.” I guess that was believable. There’s no way he could guess why I was really down here. He laughed, took out his phone, and started typing. I felt my phone buzz and my heart dropped. I pulled it out slowly. It was from the Grindr guy, “Hold off, there’s someone down here.” I guess coach wouldn’t have to guess what I was doing, because he already knew. 

He looked me in the eyes and smiled, “Oh come on. You don’t have to lie to your coach,” he paused, “I came down here for the bathroom, so you can get on with what you were doing.”

I knew an invitation when I heard one. I followed him in and he immediately pressed me up against the wall. He was a big dude. Probably about 6’3” and I didn’t think there was an ounce of body fat on him. I felt his dick pressed against mine as he started to get hard.

“This your first time?” he whispered. I gulped and nodded. He reached down and started pulling down his shorts, “Well, that doesn’t mean I’m going to take it easy on you.” Honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. He put his hands on my shoulders and started pushing me down until my face was right in front of his dick. I could feel the heat coming off of it, and the smell was unbelievable. It was musky and manly. It was a smell I never thought I would smell on another guy but I was immediately glad I did. Slowly, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his dick.

It didn’t feel like I was expecting. It was a lot softer, and it definitely tasted a lot better than I thought. I moved coach’s cock in and out of my mouth, wrapped my hands around it, and started jacking him off. I could taste the salty pre cum start to leak out and I was surprised at how good that tasted too. I couldn’t wait to try everything else too. I pulled my mouth away and started licking his balls, “Fuck yeah. Lick those balls. Stick those balls into your mouth.”

Just hearing coach talk made my stomach twist into knots. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I wanted to make sure he had just as much fun as I did. I did what he said and stuck both his balls into my mouth. My mouth was so full that all I could do was move my tongue around them. They were salty with sweat and I even liked feeling how hairy they were. I took them out and made my way back up to the tip of his dick. “Look up at me,” coach said, “stick your tongue out.” I guess he was coaching me here too.

As soon as I did he slowly stuck his dick down my throat, “That’s right. You’re gonna take this whole thing.” I figured there was no way it would fit, but I was enjoying myself too much to not give it a shot. I made eye contact as he slowly shoved his dick down my throat, pushing me harder against the wall. I finally felt his balls against my chin. I was surprised I could take it. I could barely breathe but the only thing I wanted to focus on was making coach feel good, and I knew I was doing a good job. He slowly started pulling his dick out but then rammed it back in. Over and over and over again I felt him fuck my face. He was moaning louder and louder. I felt his knees start to buckle and I wrapped my hands on the back of his thighs, pulling him closer.

He pulled away and took his dick out. I tried to gasp for air as he pointed his dick back at my mouth and started jacking off. This was it. I heard him start to breathe faster and start to moan, “Oh god… Oh my god…” I could see the pre cum leaking off the tip of his dick and as soon as I moved in to lick it off he shot his hot load right into my mouth. Holy fuck! It was hot, salty, and tasted amazing. I started to swallow it as I grabbed coach’s dick to milk out every last bit of it.

He had his hands against the wall and he was practically panting. Suddenly, I heard the door start to open. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. I was going to get caught. I was having the best time of my life and someone was about to catch me. I looked up at the door… and saw the guy with blue hair from my match. 

“Oh are you guys done in here?” he asked.

“I am, but I’m not sure he is.” coach said. The kid with blue hair pulled his dick out of his shorts, smiled, and started walking towards me.

Goddamn. Maybe I should throw the rest of my rounds for the day. If I get eliminated, I know exactly what I'll be doing tomorrow.