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| Christopher |
It was
still early on a Monday morning as Christopher Haskins drove to campus. He was
looking forward to get back to work. His job was at the North Dakota State
College of Science as an associate professor in IT support. He and his husband
Robin had just gotten back from a lovely honeymoon in Mexico, which had lasted
two full weeks. It was only a few weeks before the wedding that Christopher had
come out to his closest co-workers. He had not felt comfortable to come out
earlier and even now it was only to a select group. But they ended up being
supportive.
Co-workers had obviously asked to see a picture of Robin. Christopher didn’t like that they made comments about how different they looked from each other. Even though they were both Caucasian, people tended to make remarks about the age difference. Robin was 28, Christopher was 42. Their body types did not help, as Robin was tall and lanky, blond with boyish facial features. But that’s what Christopher liked. Chris himself was more sturdy, even beefy. A well-built wrestler in his college days, he had kept up with the exercise but the six-pack abs had faded. His curvy body got all of the attention from Robin, especially his big round ass. Which went perfectly with Chris’s appreciation of Robin’s dick, which grew to an amazing 10 inches when hard. Thankfully, his co-workers did not know about this last part, and Chris made sure that they continued to think he was the alpha in the relationship, even though that was far from the truth.
Driving up 6th Street, he entered campus. Passing Hektner Hall and the Performing Arts Center, he took a right and saw Horton Hall, where his office was located. He parked, got out of his car and felt the chilly wind. With 39 degrees (4 Celsius), it was really not that bad for the time of year in Wahpeton, North Dakota, especially seeing as a 52 (10 Celsius) high was predicted for today. But compared to Mexico it took some getting used to. Snow and actually freezing temperatures were predicted for Friday and the weekend and Christopher was not looking forward to that.
Christopher caught up with his co-workers, told them all about how lovely the trip had been, but soon it was business as usual. He was filled in on what lectures his co-worker had taken over and his inbox was overflowing with e-mails. He sighed, grabbed a coffee and a donut, and started going through them. He received a text from Robin that said, “Missing you and Mexico xx”. The beach, the cocktails, and the romance seemed so far away in his memory, even though they only landed two days ago.
By the end of the morning, Christopher had caught up with everything and started preparing his afternoon lecture. He heard a knock on his door.
“Hey”, he heard.
“Oh, hey Tim”. It was Tim Bishop, in charge of the campus sports programs. Even though Tim and Christopher rarely had anything to do with each other on campus, they both went to NDSCS when they were younger and had kept in touch. They sometimes had lunch together, but would mostly talk about work. They were really not that close. Chris had a crush on Tim when they went NDSCS together, but this was no longer the case. Tim had not aged as well. He was bald, and ironically had grown quite the gut over the years. Chris wondered if Tim did any sport himself.
“Can I disturb you for a minute? Just a quick question.”
“Sure.”
“Do you remember we were on the wrestling team when we went here?”
“Oh, yeah!” Christopher got excited remembering those days.
“I lost a coach because of a family emergency in Utah for a week and I was hoping I could get you to sub.”
“What? That’s crazy!”, Christopher laughed. “I haven’t wrestled in years!”
“It’s only for two training sessions. It’s these three kids who have a tournament next week. Can’t stop their training now, you know? The other kids can wait for a week.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
“Don’t you remember how your coach used to psych you up for competition? I’m sure you would be great with them!”
“You know what, I’ll think about it and get back to you by the end of today?”
“Oh that would be great! It’s Tuesday and Thursday, 4:30 pm and you’re sort of my last resort. No offence.”
“None taken!”, Christopher smiled.
“You’re the best, Chris!”
Tim pointed at him as he left his office.
During lunch Christopher texted Robin about Tim’s proposal.
“OMG do it!”, was Robin’s reply. “That would be so cool! Will I finally get to see you in a singlet?”
“I don’t think it fits me anymore, babe… And I don’t really know what I’m doing, it has been a while.”
“Just give it your best shot, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“You do know how to get me out of my comfort zone. OK, I’ll give it a try. Thx babe xx”
He called Tim to confirm later that day.
That evening at home, while Robin was cooking dinner, Christopher went into the
garage to look through some boxes. He found the box that included the one
trophy he had won with wrestling, a second place in State Championships. It
also had his last singlet.
“Oh, why the heck not”, he said out loud as he took the singlet into the house and went upstairs to try it on.
It was a red singlet and it miraculously still fit. And Christopher wasn’t one to say this about himself, but he looked dang good in it. It magically brought out his brown hair and eyes, just like it did then. Chris was happy that it made him look slimmer. In the back his ass ballooned out further than it did in the 90’s when he last wore it, but that was really the only difference. Knowing Robin would jump on him the second he saw Chris in the singlet, he took it off and decided to save that for another time. As there were three kids to coach, he figured he would wear it tomorrow though, so they could all practice on a new opponent. All Chris could do was hope he wasn’t too rusty.
The next day, Chris was a bit nervous during working hours. Tim told him that the wrestlers were still in touch with their coach through e-mail, giving them their own specific pointers. Chris was sent these e-mails as well, so he knew what to look out for in each of them.
When it was finally time to head to the Activities Center, Chris realized he knew it was at the back of the campus, but he was not sure where it was exactly. Driving out of the parking lot, he knew to take a left, and another left at the end, onto 4th Street. He knew he had to take another left turn somewhere. He kept going, and just as he felt he might have missed it, he saw 14th Avenue. He felt like he was now in the suburbs, but he knew it was this far out. As he kept going, a building popped up towards the end of the street that had to be it. He drove up to a big parking lot, which wasn’t even 10% filled up. He got his gym bag and got out.
He looked to the building and it did look like a nice facility. Tim had been encouraging Chris to come see how they re-did it and come work out in the gym, but he had felt slight discomfort at the thought of working out around his own students.
When Christopher came in, Tim was already waiting for him by the front desk.
“Oh, great! You’re here! I figured I would introduce you to the athletes before you get changed. They’re in the gym now.”
“OK”, Chris replied.
As they walked through the massive hallways, Chris felt the nerves really coming up now. They entered the gym, and Tim immediately said: “Oh, look, this is Tyrell.”
Tyrell was a big, muscular African American young man with a shaved head. The e-mails from their coach mentioned that he depended too much on scissor moves and if things were not going his way he could get overly aggressive. He smiled as he shook Christopher’s hand and seemed in no way a violent type, more like a young Taye Diggs.
“Thanks for filling in this week, Sir”. A very sexy young man he was.
“Nice to meet you”, Chris smiled back.
“This here is Darryl”, Tim continued. Darryl was more a scruffy type. Messy light brown hair, and a goatee. The tanktop he wore while working out revealed some chest hair on a quite large chest. The e-mails said Darryl needed to work on his arm strength and endurance. Darryl seemed a bit less social as he barely looked at Christopher as they shook hands.
“Hey, coach”, was all he could mutter.
“And last but not least, Diego”, Tim finished. Diego was a gorgeous man. Short dark brown hair, a trimmed beard and a trim but muscular physique. His original coach said about him that he had all the skills, he just needed to be more confident as well as gain weight. With a perfect smile he welcomed Chris.
“Nice to meet you, Sir, happy you could be here this week.”
Christopher was impressed with the visual of this young man as he mumbled something back about how happy he was about being here, too.
Chris was then shown a locker room where he could change. Tim told him where the training would be, wished him good luck, assured him all would be fine, and left. It was then Chris realized he brought shoes, headgear, and the singlet, but no jockstrap. He could not wear his long johns under the singlet, that would look ridiculous. This meant he would have to go commando. He hoped it would not be too noticeable.
When he got to the training area, the other boys were all suited up, clearly having used a different locker room. They all wore different singlets, and with the size of the team, Chris guessed they still had to pay for those themselves. Darryl wore blue, Diego wore silver, and Tyrell wore white. Especially with Diego and Tyrell, Chris could tell they had not forgotten their jockstraps.
“OK, everybody. My name is Christopher Haskins. As you heard earlier, it is going to be me who is going to do this week’s trainings. I am a little rusty, as I have not wrestled since I was your age. Which is a while ago, but not ages.”
All three giggled.
“It is up to me to not let the absence of your coach distract you from your goals, which is winning at the Sectionals tournament in a week and a half. I was informed about the aspects of your wrestling that are your weakest points, so there is no fooling me. What my coach always did this close to a competition is to let us wrestle each other and let us wrestle him as if the legit competition had already started. Especially wrestling the coach could give one confidence if you won, or learn more about what to do differently. Also our teammates would watch us as we wrestled and we’d take a good while to figure out what happened and what we’d do differently. So are you ready?”
“Yes, Coach!”
“Oh, and call me Chris. First match: Diego versus Tyrell!”
Chris had come up with the schedule before meeting the guys, but it was sure a delight to see Diego and Tyrell wrestle. Tyrell’s ass really stood out in white as he went ahead and dominated Diego. Diego did seem hesitant, seeming unsure of what to do even if he had the upper hand. Tyrell took advantage of this when he got Diego in a body scissors, that got Diego tapping out way too quickly. After their little bout, all four sat down on the mat and discussed.
“When you have the opportunity to make a move, just look at the position of your opponent’s body compared to yours. You’re thinking about it too much”, Chris told Diego. “You’re even giving him the opportunity to use his strongest asset, his legs. Once you know what your opponent’s strong point is you can take advantage of that, or if you cannot, avoid it. Now: Darryl versus me!”
While Diego and Tyrell rested, Chris took on Darryl. Of course Chris already knew his weaknesses, which helped him, at least at the start. Darryl knew to use his body weight to keep Chris down on his stomach. The feeling of Darryl’s body on top of him turned Chris on a bit. But he needed to keep his focus. Just in the moment Darryl tried to get his arm around Chris’s neck, Chris squirmed away from underneath him. Darryl was on his knees, trying to push him down again, but one unexpected move and Darryl lost his momentum and balance. And Chris managed to push Darryl down onto his back when they were locked up. Chris managed to keep him down for three counts.
All four of them sat on the mats again. Chris was feeling rather full of himself, managing to beat this strong young man. But he focused on trying to help him. “Now, I knew about your arms being your weakness, and I didn’t deliberately take advantage of that. But when we were locked up, it was hard not to. Keep building those arms in the gym, or otherwise make sure you avoid a lock-up.”
All four of them went for a drink of water. Chris was feeling good, he felt like he was in control, and like he had been worried about this for nothing. The guys seemed interested in his wrestling past and all three seemed really nice. After a short break, it was Darryl versus Diego. Both had lost their earlier bouts and gotten feedback, so it was interesting to see how this would pan out. It was a close match that went back and forth. Darryl pushed Diego around as he had the weight advantage, but Diego seemed more confident in his moves when he did get some in. In the end, Darryl got visibly tired and Diego managed to pin him. They were both exhausted, it was the longest bout so far, but Diego raised his arms and seemed very happy.
“You both improved a lot, I have to say. Diego just had better endurance. That is something else for you to work on Darryl, up your physical conditioning. Maybe go running a bit longer every day? But good job, both of you!”, Chris said.
Chris then faced Tyrell. Chris was a bit worried beforehand that Tyrell would
get aggressive, but getting to know him, this did not seem a problem at all.
Tyrell would be a tougher challenger for Chris than Darryl. Tyrell forced Chris
down with his upper body strength. Chris resisted, but he knew this would take
a lot of energy. So he hoped to just be faster in his movements and tried to
overpower Tyrell that way. Chris couldn’t really get a hold of Tyrell though,
and Tyrell, in turn, could not keep Chris in a hold. Chris could feel the
frustration building inside of Tyrell.
“Get down, dammit!”, Tyrell shouted as he kneed Chris in the stomach.
“Hey!”, Chris muttered before he sunk to the floor.
Tyrell then got a figure four face-to-crotch headscissors on Chris and squeezed. Chris wanted to say something, but he was smothered by Tyrell’s balls. As he looked up, he saw mostly Tyrell’s big bulge, and it smelled amazing. Slightly sweaty and musky. A part of him wanted to tap out, but another part of him thought this was so arousing as he felt himself get hard and saw his vision blur.
“Is he out?”, Diego asked.
“Dude! You totally knocked out the coach!”, Darryl exclaimed. “And I got the whole thing on camera!”
Tyrell released the hold and got up. Darryl got the phone close to Chris’s face, which was blank, eyes closed, mouth open. He videoed Chris’s unconscious body. As he was lying face down, ass up, it was hard to miss Chris’s massive mounds.
“Look at his massive ass, you guys!” Darryl exclaimed as he walked for a better angle of Chris’s butt on the video.
“I know, it’s kind of hot”, Diego said.
Tyrell lifted Chris’s arm three times, and – with close scrutiny of Darryl’s phone camera – it flopped back down each time. Tyrell smiled big and raised his arms in victory. He lowered his singlet straps for the camera.
“Good work, you guys, this is an amazing video!”, Darryl had finally put his phone down.
After about 40 seconds, Chris started to come to. He had to look around where he was, before he remembered what had happened. As hot as it was to be stuck in the figure four, smelling Tyrell’s bulge up close and slowly going under, it was mainly humiliating waking up and realizing one of the students had knocked the coach out cold.
“Coach, are you OK?”, Tyrell asked. Chris noticed Tyrell’s singlet straps were down but was a bit too out of it to really appreciate the view.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Chris looked up and saw the kids got a bit giggly as he got his bearings. He couldn’t even blame them. It’s hard to take a coach seriously after they were defeated by knock-out by a fellow student.
“But Tyrell, you cannot knee someone in the stomach. That’ll get you disqualified.”, Chris said when he finally sat up on the mat and the students joined him. “Try to control your emotions when you get frustrated. Staying calm and cool is what will give you the edge to win a match.” A short pause followed. “OK, let’s get me a drink of water”, Chris said as he got up and walked. He felt a bit unstable but tried to hide it.
Again, during the break the kids were so nice to Chris, asking if he got knocked out before and what it felt like. They asked why he hadn’t tapped out and asked for advice about what is really the best time to do so. Tyrell apologized and checked if Chris was OK a second time. Only now Chris could admire Tyrell’s gorgeous upper body and the top of his jockstrap peeking out.
For the final two matches, Darryl and Tyrell were up first. Darryl had really upped his game, not wanting to lose all three of his matches. But Tyrell seemed more calculated than before, which forced Darryl to work even harder. Unfortunately, endurance was the decider yet again, and this being the third match in a short period of time, Darryl was the only one to lose all three of his matches. Chris worried about Darryl when it came to the tournament, as it takes time to improve one’s endurance. He expressed that to Darryl as well as saying that every little bit helps. If he starts today, it could still make a difference. Chris complimented Tyrell on being cool and collected and not getting frustrated when Darryl seemed to get the upper hand at the start.
The last student Chris was facing was Diego. Although Diego had gotten better throughout this training, gaining confidence, Chris was certain he could beat him. Chris had a massive weight advantage and knew how to use it. Diego had the physique of a male model, which definitely had its perks, but not on a wrestling mat. The match turned out closer than Chris had expected. Diego was more on the offence than before, taking initiative to get as many different maneuvers and holds in as he could. Chris felt overwhelmed through most of it, and was starting to feel sore from the earlier matches. He could feel he was breathing heavier, which should not be a surprise as he had not wrestled in so long. And wrestling is a different game to the machines at the gym. All of this made him realize that his weight advantage may not be enough.
And then Diego made a quick maneuver that made Chris lose balance and fall back on his ass. Diego went around, sat on his knees and clamped on a sleeperhold. Diego pulled Chris closer to him and laid down on his back, making Chris’s body stretch out all over his own. Chris was uncomfortable, but in heaven. He felt himself drift into unconsciousness a second time, feeling Diego’s dick against his bulbous ass. With his body exposed, he knew he was getting a hard-on and that it must have been easy to spot. Just as he was about to pass out, he felt a wave of pleasure going through his body.
“Get the camera!” Tyrell said.
Diego got out from under Chris and looked at him. “He jizzed in his singlet! Handsfree! Dude!”
“Look at that hard-on. This is turning him on like crazy.”, Darryl said as he filmed every inch of Chris’s unconscious body as it laid spread eagle before him. He zoomed in on the crotch where a clear outline of a now slowly subsiding erection was visible and the wet patch that covered the top of it.
“So hot”, Diego kept looking as he stood next to his opponent.
“Mr Bishop was right, this was totally worth it”, Tyrell said.
“These videos have to go on YouTube, or somewhere!” Darryl was now filming Chris’s face. His mouth hung open again, wider than before. One eye hadn’t fully closed, only showing a bit of white. Chris was still breathing heavy, his big chest rising and falling in a regular rhythm.
When Chris’s eyes started fluttering, after about a minute, again he did not immediately know where he was. As he started looking around, he remembered he was coaching some wrestling kids. When he moved, he felt the wet patch and had a flashback. Wrestling Tim Bishop at a regional tournament with a sold out crowd. Tim had sleepered Chris out cold and it had felt so good that he had orgasmed in his singlet for everyone to see as he was unconscious. He had felt so embarrassed as a young 21 year-old that he had stopped wrestling. Chris had totally blocked this memory from his mind and had always looked back on his wrestling days thinking about all of the good times. Chris just was not sure if Tim had even remembered this when he had asked him to substitute today.
When looking at Darryl, Diego and Tyrell, who had again quickly hidden the camera phone, he felt even more humiliated than he did then. They all looked at him, his face, and then down at his crotch.
“Sorry guys, that happens sometimes.”
Chris complimented Diego on his wrestling in that last match and quickly ended the training. Chris felt so embarrassed, he changed, rushed home, threw the singlet in the trash, cancelled on the second training on Thursday and didn’t tell Robin about any of this. Though he did casually encourage Robin to choke him when he was fucking him from behind. Because no orgasm had matched the ones he had when he was on the brink of consciousness.
The next day, Chris was e-mailed the two videos that were shot, along with some still pictures.
“The boys want to thank you for a very exciting training session and are hoping you’ll sub again soon.”
The e-mail came from Tim Bishop.
Co-workers had obviously asked to see a picture of Robin. Christopher didn’t like that they made comments about how different they looked from each other. Even though they were both Caucasian, people tended to make remarks about the age difference. Robin was 28, Christopher was 42. Their body types did not help, as Robin was tall and lanky, blond with boyish facial features. But that’s what Christopher liked. Chris himself was more sturdy, even beefy. A well-built wrestler in his college days, he had kept up with the exercise but the six-pack abs had faded. His curvy body got all of the attention from Robin, especially his big round ass. Which went perfectly with Chris’s appreciation of Robin’s dick, which grew to an amazing 10 inches when hard. Thankfully, his co-workers did not know about this last part, and Chris made sure that they continued to think he was the alpha in the relationship, even though that was far from the truth.
Driving up 6th Street, he entered campus. Passing Hektner Hall and the Performing Arts Center, he took a right and saw Horton Hall, where his office was located. He parked, got out of his car and felt the chilly wind. With 39 degrees (4 Celsius), it was really not that bad for the time of year in Wahpeton, North Dakota, especially seeing as a 52 (10 Celsius) high was predicted for today. But compared to Mexico it took some getting used to. Snow and actually freezing temperatures were predicted for Friday and the weekend and Christopher was not looking forward to that.
Christopher caught up with his co-workers, told them all about how lovely the trip had been, but soon it was business as usual. He was filled in on what lectures his co-worker had taken over and his inbox was overflowing with e-mails. He sighed, grabbed a coffee and a donut, and started going through them. He received a text from Robin that said, “Missing you and Mexico xx”. The beach, the cocktails, and the romance seemed so far away in his memory, even though they only landed two days ago.
By the end of the morning, Christopher had caught up with everything and started preparing his afternoon lecture. He heard a knock on his door.
“Hey”, he heard.
“Oh, hey Tim”. It was Tim Bishop, in charge of the campus sports programs. Even though Tim and Christopher rarely had anything to do with each other on campus, they both went to NDSCS when they were younger and had kept in touch. They sometimes had lunch together, but would mostly talk about work. They were really not that close. Chris had a crush on Tim when they went NDSCS together, but this was no longer the case. Tim had not aged as well. He was bald, and ironically had grown quite the gut over the years. Chris wondered if Tim did any sport himself.
“Can I disturb you for a minute? Just a quick question.”
“Sure.”
“Do you remember we were on the wrestling team when we went here?”
“Oh, yeah!” Christopher got excited remembering those days.
“I lost a coach because of a family emergency in Utah for a week and I was hoping I could get you to sub.”
“What? That’s crazy!”, Christopher laughed. “I haven’t wrestled in years!”
“It’s only for two training sessions. It’s these three kids who have a tournament next week. Can’t stop their training now, you know? The other kids can wait for a week.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
“Don’t you remember how your coach used to psych you up for competition? I’m sure you would be great with them!”
“You know what, I’ll think about it and get back to you by the end of today?”
“Oh that would be great! It’s Tuesday and Thursday, 4:30 pm and you’re sort of my last resort. No offence.”
“None taken!”, Christopher smiled.
“You’re the best, Chris!”
Tim pointed at him as he left his office.
During lunch Christopher texted Robin about Tim’s proposal.
“OMG do it!”, was Robin’s reply. “That would be so cool! Will I finally get to see you in a singlet?”
“I don’t think it fits me anymore, babe… And I don’t really know what I’m doing, it has been a while.”
“Just give it your best shot, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“You do know how to get me out of my comfort zone. OK, I’ll give it a try. Thx babe xx”
He called Tim to confirm later that day.
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| Christopher |
“Oh, why the heck not”, he said out loud as he took the singlet into the house and went upstairs to try it on.
It was a red singlet and it miraculously still fit. And Christopher wasn’t one to say this about himself, but he looked dang good in it. It magically brought out his brown hair and eyes, just like it did then. Chris was happy that it made him look slimmer. In the back his ass ballooned out further than it did in the 90’s when he last wore it, but that was really the only difference. Knowing Robin would jump on him the second he saw Chris in the singlet, he took it off and decided to save that for another time. As there were three kids to coach, he figured he would wear it tomorrow though, so they could all practice on a new opponent. All Chris could do was hope he wasn’t too rusty.
The next day, Chris was a bit nervous during working hours. Tim told him that the wrestlers were still in touch with their coach through e-mail, giving them their own specific pointers. Chris was sent these e-mails as well, so he knew what to look out for in each of them.
When it was finally time to head to the Activities Center, Chris realized he knew it was at the back of the campus, but he was not sure where it was exactly. Driving out of the parking lot, he knew to take a left, and another left at the end, onto 4th Street. He knew he had to take another left turn somewhere. He kept going, and just as he felt he might have missed it, he saw 14th Avenue. He felt like he was now in the suburbs, but he knew it was this far out. As he kept going, a building popped up towards the end of the street that had to be it. He drove up to a big parking lot, which wasn’t even 10% filled up. He got his gym bag and got out.
He looked to the building and it did look like a nice facility. Tim had been encouraging Chris to come see how they re-did it and come work out in the gym, but he had felt slight discomfort at the thought of working out around his own students.
When Christopher came in, Tim was already waiting for him by the front desk.
“Oh, great! You’re here! I figured I would introduce you to the athletes before you get changed. They’re in the gym now.”
“OK”, Chris replied.
As they walked through the massive hallways, Chris felt the nerves really coming up now. They entered the gym, and Tim immediately said: “Oh, look, this is Tyrell.”
Tyrell was a big, muscular African American young man with a shaved head. The e-mails from their coach mentioned that he depended too much on scissor moves and if things were not going his way he could get overly aggressive. He smiled as he shook Christopher’s hand and seemed in no way a violent type, more like a young Taye Diggs.
“Thanks for filling in this week, Sir”. A very sexy young man he was.
“Nice to meet you”, Chris smiled back.
“This here is Darryl”, Tim continued. Darryl was more a scruffy type. Messy light brown hair, and a goatee. The tanktop he wore while working out revealed some chest hair on a quite large chest. The e-mails said Darryl needed to work on his arm strength and endurance. Darryl seemed a bit less social as he barely looked at Christopher as they shook hands.
“Hey, coach”, was all he could mutter.
“And last but not least, Diego”, Tim finished. Diego was a gorgeous man. Short dark brown hair, a trimmed beard and a trim but muscular physique. His original coach said about him that he had all the skills, he just needed to be more confident as well as gain weight. With a perfect smile he welcomed Chris.
“Nice to meet you, Sir, happy you could be here this week.”
Christopher was impressed with the visual of this young man as he mumbled something back about how happy he was about being here, too.
Chris was then shown a locker room where he could change. Tim told him where the training would be, wished him good luck, assured him all would be fine, and left. It was then Chris realized he brought shoes, headgear, and the singlet, but no jockstrap. He could not wear his long johns under the singlet, that would look ridiculous. This meant he would have to go commando. He hoped it would not be too noticeable.
When he got to the training area, the other boys were all suited up, clearly having used a different locker room. They all wore different singlets, and with the size of the team, Chris guessed they still had to pay for those themselves. Darryl wore blue, Diego wore silver, and Tyrell wore white. Especially with Diego and Tyrell, Chris could tell they had not forgotten their jockstraps.
“OK, everybody. My name is Christopher Haskins. As you heard earlier, it is going to be me who is going to do this week’s trainings. I am a little rusty, as I have not wrestled since I was your age. Which is a while ago, but not ages.”
All three giggled.
“It is up to me to not let the absence of your coach distract you from your goals, which is winning at the Sectionals tournament in a week and a half. I was informed about the aspects of your wrestling that are your weakest points, so there is no fooling me. What my coach always did this close to a competition is to let us wrestle each other and let us wrestle him as if the legit competition had already started. Especially wrestling the coach could give one confidence if you won, or learn more about what to do differently. Also our teammates would watch us as we wrestled and we’d take a good while to figure out what happened and what we’d do differently. So are you ready?”
“Yes, Coach!”
“Oh, and call me Chris. First match: Diego versus Tyrell!”
Chris had come up with the schedule before meeting the guys, but it was sure a delight to see Diego and Tyrell wrestle. Tyrell’s ass really stood out in white as he went ahead and dominated Diego. Diego did seem hesitant, seeming unsure of what to do even if he had the upper hand. Tyrell took advantage of this when he got Diego in a body scissors, that got Diego tapping out way too quickly. After their little bout, all four sat down on the mat and discussed.
“When you have the opportunity to make a move, just look at the position of your opponent’s body compared to yours. You’re thinking about it too much”, Chris told Diego. “You’re even giving him the opportunity to use his strongest asset, his legs. Once you know what your opponent’s strong point is you can take advantage of that, or if you cannot, avoid it. Now: Darryl versus me!”
While Diego and Tyrell rested, Chris took on Darryl. Of course Chris already knew his weaknesses, which helped him, at least at the start. Darryl knew to use his body weight to keep Chris down on his stomach. The feeling of Darryl’s body on top of him turned Chris on a bit. But he needed to keep his focus. Just in the moment Darryl tried to get his arm around Chris’s neck, Chris squirmed away from underneath him. Darryl was on his knees, trying to push him down again, but one unexpected move and Darryl lost his momentum and balance. And Chris managed to push Darryl down onto his back when they were locked up. Chris managed to keep him down for three counts.
All four of them sat on the mats again. Chris was feeling rather full of himself, managing to beat this strong young man. But he focused on trying to help him. “Now, I knew about your arms being your weakness, and I didn’t deliberately take advantage of that. But when we were locked up, it was hard not to. Keep building those arms in the gym, or otherwise make sure you avoid a lock-up.”
All four of them went for a drink of water. Chris was feeling good, he felt like he was in control, and like he had been worried about this for nothing. The guys seemed interested in his wrestling past and all three seemed really nice. After a short break, it was Darryl versus Diego. Both had lost their earlier bouts and gotten feedback, so it was interesting to see how this would pan out. It was a close match that went back and forth. Darryl pushed Diego around as he had the weight advantage, but Diego seemed more confident in his moves when he did get some in. In the end, Darryl got visibly tired and Diego managed to pin him. They were both exhausted, it was the longest bout so far, but Diego raised his arms and seemed very happy.
“You both improved a lot, I have to say. Diego just had better endurance. That is something else for you to work on Darryl, up your physical conditioning. Maybe go running a bit longer every day? But good job, both of you!”, Chris said.
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| Christopher |
“Get down, dammit!”, Tyrell shouted as he kneed Chris in the stomach.
“Hey!”, Chris muttered before he sunk to the floor.
Tyrell then got a figure four face-to-crotch headscissors on Chris and squeezed. Chris wanted to say something, but he was smothered by Tyrell’s balls. As he looked up, he saw mostly Tyrell’s big bulge, and it smelled amazing. Slightly sweaty and musky. A part of him wanted to tap out, but another part of him thought this was so arousing as he felt himself get hard and saw his vision blur.
“Is he out?”, Diego asked.
“Dude! You totally knocked out the coach!”, Darryl exclaimed. “And I got the whole thing on camera!”
Tyrell released the hold and got up. Darryl got the phone close to Chris’s face, which was blank, eyes closed, mouth open. He videoed Chris’s unconscious body. As he was lying face down, ass up, it was hard to miss Chris’s massive mounds.
“Look at his massive ass, you guys!” Darryl exclaimed as he walked for a better angle of Chris’s butt on the video.
“I know, it’s kind of hot”, Diego said.
Tyrell lifted Chris’s arm three times, and – with close scrutiny of Darryl’s phone camera – it flopped back down each time. Tyrell smiled big and raised his arms in victory. He lowered his singlet straps for the camera.
“Good work, you guys, this is an amazing video!”, Darryl had finally put his phone down.
After about 40 seconds, Chris started to come to. He had to look around where he was, before he remembered what had happened. As hot as it was to be stuck in the figure four, smelling Tyrell’s bulge up close and slowly going under, it was mainly humiliating waking up and realizing one of the students had knocked the coach out cold.
“Coach, are you OK?”, Tyrell asked. Chris noticed Tyrell’s singlet straps were down but was a bit too out of it to really appreciate the view.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Chris looked up and saw the kids got a bit giggly as he got his bearings. He couldn’t even blame them. It’s hard to take a coach seriously after they were defeated by knock-out by a fellow student.
“But Tyrell, you cannot knee someone in the stomach. That’ll get you disqualified.”, Chris said when he finally sat up on the mat and the students joined him. “Try to control your emotions when you get frustrated. Staying calm and cool is what will give you the edge to win a match.” A short pause followed. “OK, let’s get me a drink of water”, Chris said as he got up and walked. He felt a bit unstable but tried to hide it.
Again, during the break the kids were so nice to Chris, asking if he got knocked out before and what it felt like. They asked why he hadn’t tapped out and asked for advice about what is really the best time to do so. Tyrell apologized and checked if Chris was OK a second time. Only now Chris could admire Tyrell’s gorgeous upper body and the top of his jockstrap peeking out.
For the final two matches, Darryl and Tyrell were up first. Darryl had really upped his game, not wanting to lose all three of his matches. But Tyrell seemed more calculated than before, which forced Darryl to work even harder. Unfortunately, endurance was the decider yet again, and this being the third match in a short period of time, Darryl was the only one to lose all three of his matches. Chris worried about Darryl when it came to the tournament, as it takes time to improve one’s endurance. He expressed that to Darryl as well as saying that every little bit helps. If he starts today, it could still make a difference. Chris complimented Tyrell on being cool and collected and not getting frustrated when Darryl seemed to get the upper hand at the start.
The last student Chris was facing was Diego. Although Diego had gotten better throughout this training, gaining confidence, Chris was certain he could beat him. Chris had a massive weight advantage and knew how to use it. Diego had the physique of a male model, which definitely had its perks, but not on a wrestling mat. The match turned out closer than Chris had expected. Diego was more on the offence than before, taking initiative to get as many different maneuvers and holds in as he could. Chris felt overwhelmed through most of it, and was starting to feel sore from the earlier matches. He could feel he was breathing heavier, which should not be a surprise as he had not wrestled in so long. And wrestling is a different game to the machines at the gym. All of this made him realize that his weight advantage may not be enough.
And then Diego made a quick maneuver that made Chris lose balance and fall back on his ass. Diego went around, sat on his knees and clamped on a sleeperhold. Diego pulled Chris closer to him and laid down on his back, making Chris’s body stretch out all over his own. Chris was uncomfortable, but in heaven. He felt himself drift into unconsciousness a second time, feeling Diego’s dick against his bulbous ass. With his body exposed, he knew he was getting a hard-on and that it must have been easy to spot. Just as he was about to pass out, he felt a wave of pleasure going through his body.
“Get the camera!” Tyrell said.
Diego got out from under Chris and looked at him. “He jizzed in his singlet! Handsfree! Dude!”
“Look at that hard-on. This is turning him on like crazy.”, Darryl said as he filmed every inch of Chris’s unconscious body as it laid spread eagle before him. He zoomed in on the crotch where a clear outline of a now slowly subsiding erection was visible and the wet patch that covered the top of it.
“So hot”, Diego kept looking as he stood next to his opponent.
“Mr Bishop was right, this was totally worth it”, Tyrell said.
“These videos have to go on YouTube, or somewhere!” Darryl was now filming Chris’s face. His mouth hung open again, wider than before. One eye hadn’t fully closed, only showing a bit of white. Chris was still breathing heavy, his big chest rising and falling in a regular rhythm.
When Chris’s eyes started fluttering, after about a minute, again he did not immediately know where he was. As he started looking around, he remembered he was coaching some wrestling kids. When he moved, he felt the wet patch and had a flashback. Wrestling Tim Bishop at a regional tournament with a sold out crowd. Tim had sleepered Chris out cold and it had felt so good that he had orgasmed in his singlet for everyone to see as he was unconscious. He had felt so embarrassed as a young 21 year-old that he had stopped wrestling. Chris had totally blocked this memory from his mind and had always looked back on his wrestling days thinking about all of the good times. Chris just was not sure if Tim had even remembered this when he had asked him to substitute today.
When looking at Darryl, Diego and Tyrell, who had again quickly hidden the camera phone, he felt even more humiliated than he did then. They all looked at him, his face, and then down at his crotch.
“Sorry guys, that happens sometimes.”
Chris complimented Diego on his wrestling in that last match and quickly ended the training. Chris felt so embarrassed, he changed, rushed home, threw the singlet in the trash, cancelled on the second training on Thursday and didn’t tell Robin about any of this. Though he did casually encourage Robin to choke him when he was fucking him from behind. Because no orgasm had matched the ones he had when he was on the brink of consciousness.
The next day, Chris was e-mailed the two videos that were shot, along with some still pictures.
“The boys want to thank you for a very exciting training session and are hoping you’ll sub again soon.”
The e-mail came from Tim Bishop.
THE END
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