Trying A New Sport

I had wrestled for the first time in my sophomore year of high school. It was a very late start, but the wrestling team was short by several guys due to ineligibility. This was going to last well into the season. Since I knew the coach from football, he began to recruit newcomers. Me and four other victims he thought had potential, agreed to join without having a clue what we were doing.

Normally I would have been happy to say no in favor of the freedom to do whatever with my after-school time. But the coach had a pretty convincing pitch.

He explained how the season would go and that it would not be as grueling as football season, since he knew there was little chance of qualifying for state. Then in hopes of making a connection, he ran through the roster of guys who were still eligible. I had never paid attention to wrestling, so I had no idea who was on the team. He rattled off a couple of names I recognized from the football team, guys with whom I did not socialize. I knew their names though, because they were a few with very memorable features I learned about in the locker room after football practice.

Rich was among the seasoned wrestlers I recognized. He was a smallish guy, not muscular but very energetic and talented as a quarterback on the football team. He was also a gifted wrestler and looked amazing in his gray practice singlet. His memorable feature - aside from a pretty face, smile, and curly dark hair, was a man-sized package. I was envious of its proportions compared to his small body. His substantial balls were neatly positioned behind a thick, loose-skinned dick which hung down so that the tip extended below his sack by a generous half inch.

Two years earlier, in math class Rich and I sat across the aisle from each other. I was slightly farther back from his desk. One day I noticed a rustling across the aisle. Rich was repositioning a hard-on. It was an effort for this eighth grader to conceal his engorged dick under his jeans. Doing his best to relieve the pressure, it was now pointing up and to his right side resting in the crease between his thigh and stomach. There was little he could do to conceal its mass. But now it was not really "resting", or just lying there in the contour – no, it was raging hard and threatening to bust the rivets of his Levi's. I will never forget this image. When the coach read his name, I was sold.

Two years later, Rich had not been very friendly during football season, but he was different in wrestling. He enjoyed the sport, more than football, which might explain why he was friendlier. He was helpful and friendly to us new guys, knowing we had a lot of catching up to do. He even spent extra time with a couple of us after practice a few times a week.

Coach usually paired us new guys up to let the experienced guys sharpen their skills with other skilled wrestlers. One afternoon Rich offered to help me with a particular move I was trying to improve. He may have seen me as promising or, maybe he was just being nice. Whatever the case, we planned to go a few rounds to get the feel of the real meet. The first round he went easy on me, letting me execute my move with success. The second round was a little tougher and I did not get my advantage as easily as before. I had to work hard at it. By the third round he was finished taking it easy on me. His holds were tighter, and he moved much quicker. All this made me work even harder. He noticed my added effort and seemed to be enjoying this. He particularly enjoyed the moments when he dominated - not just having the upper hand, but total control. As he aggressively pinned my face to the mat at one point, I heard him say under his breath, through gritted teeth "you like that? Huh?". Not in a mean or aggressive way though. It was as if it turned him on to have total control over me.

I fought harder and escaped his hold only to find myself upside down nearly pinned to the mat, with my arms locked around his waist and his crotch on my face. He could not get my shoulders to the mat because my legs were free, and I was holding his waist too tightly. Only now, he seemed to let up just a bit, not so aggressively manipulating me as before. It was all I could do to maintain my hold and not be distracted by the warmth of his package on my face. He was pressing into me so firmly that I could feel the thickness of his dick next to my nose and the size of one ball on my cheek. The smell of sweat was slightly intoxicating. I was not sure how I was going to get out of this hold - and I wasn't sure I cared. Then, just as the buzzer sounded, signifying the end of the last round, and my certain loss to this expert. I loosened my hold on his waist and I swear he took a moment to grind his hips back and forth on my face a few times giving me one more good feel of his manhood! And, I was almost certain his dick was now slightly firmer.

As he rolled off me and I picked myself up, it was confirmed - the outline of his dick was bigger than usual in that stunning gray singlet. The eye-catching package made my heart race.

But Rich did not acknowledge the events of that match. And his demeanor did not change for the negative. He was neither embarrassed nor concerned about my "close encounter". Indeed, he seemed unaffected.

A few days passed. I continued to watch for those moments when Rich was "in the zone" so to speak and enjoying his domination. It excited me - so much so that I had fantasized about being pinned under his crotch on multiple of my bedtime jerk off sessions. This fantasizing would prove problematic.

Rich and I were perfecting more of my techniques after a later practice, this time in preparation for an upcoming match. I found myself in another precarious and exciting hold under Rich's control again. This time it was not my face, but my upper arm, and I had a perfect view. By no means did I have the advantage, but I was not going to let go. My upper arm was smashed against his groin pushing his jewels to one side with some force. With my head against his stomach looking straight at the outline of his dick, he had pinned my other arm behind me, rendering it useless. I had my one free arm between his legs gripping desperately for a hold on the other side on his ass cheeks. Then, a wave of panic washed over me. The immensity of his package all pushed together by the force of my bicep began to make my dick hard. And Rich had a perfect view of the event from his position of dominance.

The buzzer sounded and I scrambled to untangle from his hold. Rich did not draw attention to my misfortune. Of course, I said nothing and headed to the locker room.

I proceeded to undress and shower. I was halfway through a very quick wash and rinse when Rich walked in and removed his towel, casually hanging it just inside the shower room. He seemed agitated. I didn't want to antagonize him, so I said nothing. I finished and left the shower room dripping and hurried back to my locker to dry off. Now dry, I had just finished pulling on my underwear when Rich entered the confined space where both our lockers happened to be. As I sat on the bench pulling on my socks he spoke.

"Did you forget something?" he said in an ominous tone as if I was supposed to know.

"Uh… I don't think so" I stammered, continuing to struggle with my socks.

"You were supposed to say that… you… liked… it." he said slowly and deliberately.

"Liked what?" I said, innocently.

"You know… what I mean…" is all he said.

Then he stepped in front of me and removed his towel. He was straddling my right leg with his liberally sized soft dick just inches from my chest.

"You like my cock… don't you? You can’t deny it gave you a boner." he said convincingly, while nodding.

"…and you should get on your knees and give it some attention." he said very deliberately and with authority. This was the dominator Rich coming out.

When I didn't object right away, he knew he had me. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me forward and down as if I should get on my knees. So, I got to my knees.

"You want me to give you a blowjob?" I asked with little to no protest in my voice.

"I want you to give me some respect." was all the more he said as he put his hand on the back of my head, turning it slightly with his other hand, and pushing the side of my face into his crotch like that time on the mat a few days earlier.

I understood what he wanted now - and it was what I had fantasized about. I nuzzled his ample soft dick and large balls with my face, burying my nose in the fold of skin between them. I moved my head back and forth, touching every inch of his flesh with my face. I dug into the folds between his balls and his leg with my face, licking the depths of this freshly washed crease, then repeated on the other side. He lifted one leg and rested his foot on the bench next to me as I proceeded under his balls and bathed that area all the way down, almost to his clean-smelling hole.

Up to this point his dick had remained soft, which I thoroughly enjoyed. But now his dick was beginning to lengthen. It hung lower and lower as it filled with blood and began to swell, and as I continued to worship it, caressing it with my face, nose, and lips. Then, as was inevitable, it began to arch upward stiffening and thickening steadily. It nodded slightly with each heartbeat that forced more firmness into the lengthening shaft. The head doubled in size and grew smooth and tight as if it might explode. The heat emanating from this living idol I was worshiping was making my head spin. It needed more attention, so I reached up, wrapping my hand around the base, and pulled it down slightly toward my mouth. With the entire width of my tongue, I licked the underside, starting at my hand, licking all the way up to the tip.

A small drop of pre-cum had already formed from his anticipation both on the wrestling mat and in the shower, then from my nuzzling. With my hand already at the base, I squeezed slightly and pulled up toward the head. His loose skin gathered at the head but didn’t engulf it. The drop of pre-cum grew and began to drip in a long string which I caught with my tongue and savored before retrieving the rest from his dick by engulfing the tip with my mouth. The well-endowed teenager's knees weakened and gave way slightly and he leaned back against the lockers.

I continued to hold the head of his dick in my mouth, swirling and flicking my tongue and caressing the underside. With spit now in excess, along with his glorious gland in my mouth, I proceeded to push more into my mouth. It did not take long to reach the back where I rested slightly to give my inexperienced throat time to adjust to what was coming. I loosened my jaw, opened my throat as much as I could, and pushed farther. Now he was beginning to moan slightly and breathe heavily. I pushed further after letting a little saliva seep from my lips and it ran down the shaft to pre-lubricate. Finally, I had reached as far as I could go and there was still another inch left at the base. I extended my lips to just barely reach his pubic hair and cupped his balls with one hand for a moment, preparing myself mentally. Then I moved both hands onto his firm smooth little ass and pushed just a bit further shaking my head slightly from side to side. His body began to shake, and I could feel his dick expanding even further - he was cumming. His dick was far enough down my throat I could not taste the cum, but I could feel the warmth and the convulsions pumping it with urgency for what seemed like ten or fifteen seconds. Still holding my breath, I could not last any longer. I pulled it slowly out and let the last two spasms of cum shoot into the back of my mouth and I let it rest there, as he trembled, and his legs shook with satisfaction. I wrapped one hand around the base again and squeezed ever so slightly, pulling up toward the tip. More cum oozed from the head and I slowly savored and cleaned it up with my lips. I continued to clean his dick for another minute or two.

He stepped out from in front of me and toward his locker opposite mine. I finished dressing quietly and then waited for him to finish. We walked out of the school together without speaking. At the parking lot I reached my car first, his was a little farther away. He stopped briefly, turning to me as I opened my car door. He looked at me smiling and said "that was fucking awesome! I'll see you at practice tomorrow." Then he turned and continued walking to his car. I sat in my car in shock for a few minutes, with the high points of the scene still running through my brain. When I realized I had a throbbing hard-on, I pushed my sweats down to my knees and jacked only about eight times before shooting harder than ever before. Cum clung to the ceiling of my car and drenched my sweatshirt. I did not care. I drove home trying desperately to stay focused on the road.