Coach & Me, Part 2
When we last left Parker, he was finishing up his freshman year at state college, having participated on the wrestling team. Due to an early injury, the coach had nursed him back to health, using systematic massage therapy sessions, which included an occasional blowjob. We now continue with our story…
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Returning to the university in the fall, I once again signed up to a member of the wrestling team as a sophomore. We have previously been notified that our coach had been fired, since he failed to deliver a state championship. We heard he had obtained employment as an assistant coach at a community college several hundred miles north. Clearly this was a disappointment to me, since coach had kind of taken me under his wing in addition to periodically servicing my horny dick during the many therapy sessions on my leg. Oh well, time to move on.
There were about twelve of us that had signed up for the team. We were all gathered in the small practice room, late on a Friday afternoon. There were a few new guys on the team, mostly freshman. We were all horsing around, as usual, waiting to meet our new coach.
Finally the new coach entered the practice room. Everyone fell silent. “Gentlemen, my name is coach, and I will be your instructor,” said the new coach. “And just so you know, I have several rules which must be adhered to.” Oh great--more rules! Coach went on to articulated his rules, which were pretty much the same as last year. Same old shit, like no smoking, drinking, sex, etc. Didn’t much matter, since everyone broke the rules anyway. The new coach looked to be about 30 something, and had been hired from a high school out of state.
“OK men,” said the coach, “today I will perform a personal strength assessment. Return to the locker room, remove all your clothes, and line up in front of my office door!”
All twelve of us returned to the locker room and stripped naked. I was about the seventh in line, standing in front of the office. One by one, the men entered the office. Each time the coach shut the door. As one man would exit the office, the coach would shout “Next!”
Finally it was my turn. The guy just before me had opened the door and departed the office sporting a woody. As he walked past the remaining men on the team, erect dick flopping in the wind, everyone laughed. “Next,” shouted the coach, as I entered the office and shut the door.
“On the scale, Parker,” commanded the coach, as he recorded my weight.
“Okay Parker, hands over your head and spread your legs,” directed the coach, as he took a tape and measured my chest, waist, and thighs. Coach had seen my file, and briefly examined my previous injury. “Looks okay to me, Parker,” said the coach, as he sat down in a swivel chair.
“Step forward Parker,” said the coach, “I need to examine you penis and testicles.” Now I knew why the guy before me had an erection. Coach took both hands and performed his examination, with particular attention paid to expanding my piss hole. Finally, the coach proclaimed all parts were in working order.
“Turn around Parker, bend over and grab your ankles for a rectal exam,” said the coach as I obeyed his request. Coach split my crack apart and again, pronounced my hole healthy.
“Send the next man in Parker!” said the coach, as I left the office.
I took a quick shower, got dressed and left the gym. Our next practice would be on Tuesday.
The following week, we all gathered in the practice room waiting for instructions from the coach. Entering the room, the coach asked for our undivided attention. “Men, we were supposed to receive new singlets for this season, however they have yet to arrive. Accordingly, we will be practicing in the nude today. Hit the locker room, remove your clothes, and return with your shoes, socks, and headgear!”
We all kind of looked at each other. I guess there wasn’t much difference between wrestling naked and having a skimpy singlet on. Everyone went to the locker room, undressed, and returned to the practice room.
I had been teamed up with a freshman, since we both were categorized in the same weight class. We waited our turn, as the coach instructed several seniors who were going at it on the mat. It was indeed strange to see two guys rolling around naked on the mat, trying to pin each other down. There was one firm and fast rule in wrestling. Never touch your opponent’s groin area. This rule was consistently violated, especially in competition.
Finally it was my turn with the new freshman. We hit the mat and started going at each other. I’d talked briefly with the new guy and got the distinct impression he fancied himself as the best wrestler on the planet. Actually he was kind of good, but I was better. After about five minutes of wrestling and listening to the coach’s instructions, I decided it was time to pin the bastard. Boy, was I wrong.
The freshman clearly had an edge over me, as he threw me on the mat and pinned me down. Actually he had cheated somewhat, having grabbed my balls and squeezed them when the coach wasn’t looking. A bolt of pain shot up my spine, as the count began. Mustering all the strength within me, I managed to flip my opponent over and slammed him to the mat. My hand had landed under his stomach when he hit the floor. Now I had him. To ensure my victory, I moved my hand down to his groin area and squeezed his entire package, diverting his attention from the match. Two could play this game! The count began, and I was declared the victor.
After practice, we all hit the showers. The freshman got right up in my face. “Parker, I want a re-match!” shouted the freshman. Yeah, fine you asshole. “Meet me tonight outside the gym, and we’ll just see who’s the better man.”
Returning to the dorm, I had dinner and studied for a few hours. At the appointed hour, I showed up outside the gym door. The freshman was waiting. “Come on, let’s go!” said my opponent, as we headed to the locker room. We quickly stripped off our clothes, dawned foot and headgear, and headed to the practice room.
“Come on you bastard!” shouted the freshman, as we started to go at each other. He obviously wanted to play rough. For several minutes we were evenly matched, yet I was taunting him to the best of my ability. Figuring there were no rules, I grabbed his dick and pulled the freshman towards me, tripping him in the process. Unfortunately he quickly recovered, but by this time had a full blown erection. Actually, I had started to sprout one myself.
Suddenly my opponent slammed me to the ground. I landed on my back, as the freshman sat squarely on my chest allowing no movement on my part whatsoever. Then, without warning, the freshmen shoved his erect dick into my mouth. “Suck it you son-of-a-bitch!” screamed the freshmen, as his dick slid into my unwilling mouth. Clearly I was trapped. I’d never sucked a dick before, but obviously had some experience from the receiving end of this activity.
I decided to take defensive action. My hands were trapped behind my back, and the freshman held my head in both hands allowing him to control my mouth on his now throbbing cock. So I bit the guy’s dick, and instantly flipped him over, landing on his backside and trapping his hands under his chest. Notwithstanding my opponent was in pain, I now had the perfect opportunity to show this gentleman who was boss.
With all the strength available, I shoved my dick up the freshman’s obviously virgin asshole, penetrating the canal as far as my cock would go. “Pull it out! Pull it out!” begged the freshman, as I continued to hump his butt.
“Do you give up?” I inquired in a normal voice.
“Yes! Yes!” replied my victim, as though he was about to faint.
With that admission, I shoved my dick in several more times, depositing an unusual amount of cum up his butt hole. I got up and kicked him right up his ass. The freshman rolled over, holding his penis and balls as if they were going to fall off.
I left the practice room, took a quick shower, dressed, and left the building. So much for the hotshot freshman!
I continued to whip the freshman in our regular practice sessions. Not that he had any respect for me whatsoever, but it was clear who had the upper hand.
Coach had a mid-term strength assessment of the team, only this time it was held in the practice room. We were all standing naked, waiting our turn.
The freshman was the fifth to be examined.
“You have teeth marks on your penis son!” exclaimed the coach to the horror of the freshman as well as all the team members, “What’s going on here? Have you been having oral sex?”
“No coach!” said the freshman, obviously embarrassed before the entire team.
“I don’t believe you! Turn around and bend over!” commanded the coach.
“Jesus, has someone fucked you in the ass?” asked the coach, examining the freshman’s still inflamed rectum. The freshman denied all knowledge of such activity.
“You’re off the team mister! I don’t allow queers on my squad! Get the fuck out of here!” said the coach.
The poor bastard left the practice room, got dressed, and left the building. None of our team members ever saw him again.
Later I heard he had been expelled from a community college up north. Seems he had been caught by the head coach, sucking the assistant coach’s dick in the locker room. And of course you guessed it: the assistant coach at the community college had been our coach in the previous year. The head coach promptly fired him.
Stay tuned for Parker’s junior year.