Wrestling Coach

“Hey coach, why don’t you ever try wrestling with them from time to time?” Cody asked. He flashed a bit of a mischievous grin as he finished the question. 

“Cause he’s too fucking old,” Scott answered for Coach Parker. He was still sweaty from the wrestling practice and stood next to the older man. His 22 year old body was rippling underneath the spandex and each part seemed to only accentuate his muscles more than cover them up. “Ain’t that right coach?” he slung the heavy arm over Coach Parker’s shoulder, letting some of the sweat drip into his polo.

“Still not too old to kick yer ass,” Coach Parker shot back. He’d been coaching college students for over 20 years. Though he did know that with his age, his speed and stamina were slowly starting to fade. He just couldn’t keep up the same way. Nor did it help that his prized muscles were slowly starting to cover up with a decent amount of fat. His six pack had turned into one while his arms were covered in bulk. It was something he’d never really thought would happen but when he passed his 50’s there was just no more stopping it. Even with proper diet and exercise there was a point when he’d have to say he couldn’t keep up with the students anymore.

“You think?” Scott poked back. He jumped back a few paces and pretended to get into a wrestling stance. His thick muscular arms swayed back and forth, ready to take Coach Parker on as his challenger.

“Why the hell not?” Coach Parker accepted the challenge.

Scott stood back up to his full 6’2” height. He was a good half of foot taller than his coach. “You serious?”

“Yeah,” Coach Parker rounded his shoulders as if to get pumped up. He bounced his feet up and down slightly to get the blood moving again. “Why not?” he turned back to Cody on his phone. “He’ll be the judge.”

“You sure about this?” Scott stared, a bit stunned. He was only joking. Besides, practice was already over. He was more ready to go home than anything.

“Yeah, maybe I could teach you a thing or two,” Coach parker was getting a bit cocky as he felt the blood flowing through his body. His heart rate seemed to have gone up, but it only put him more into the mood. Other guys were already leaving so it was just going to be the three of them.  

Scott kind of liked this side of coach. He was getting aggressive, showing off his more masculine side. Scott positioned himself on the mat and went back into a wrestling stance again. He stood hunched over with his wide shoulders ready to strike. “Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just cause yer an old man,” Scott mocked.

“Don’t expect you to,” Coach Parker shot back. Energy seemed to be flooding his system. He didn’t know where any of it was coming from, but he liked it. He mimicked the stance Scott was giving off. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Scott confirmed.

They turned to Cody still messing with something on his phone. “Ready,” he smiled, seeing their glares. “Go!”

The two tackled towards each other, grabbing at the other’s body. Luckily for Coach Parker he weighed so much otherwise, he would have just been picked up and dropped instantly. Though with a bit of maneuvering, Scott was able to down to his legs and pull them out from under him. He felt the other guy on top of him as Cody started counting. Struggle as he liked, he was stuck on his back until Cody reached the number three.

“Fuck,” Coach Parker cursed at the loss. “Two out of three,” he said it without even thinking. The loss was making him too angry realize what he was saying.

“Two out of three?” Scott smirked. “What’s in it fer me?” 

“How about less practice?” Coach Parker answered. “I’ll talk to some of the coach’s and get you shorter practices on fridays and you can go see your girlfriend or whatever.”

Scott mulled it over. “You can do that?” he turned to Cody. “He can do that?”

“If he can’t I can,” Cody replied. “I’ll just dismiss you and then they can come talk to me instead.” 

“Shit boy! Hell yeah,” Scott flexed his arms and celebrated the idea. 

Coach Parker took off his polo shirt and let his khaki pants hit the ground. Underneath his clothes was the school’s wrestling singlet. “Good,” he agreed. Scott was staring blankly at the man in front of him. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck you,” Scott growled. It was like he was trying to figure something out but couldn’t quite get a grasp on it. It was like the man in front of him was no longer the man it’d been just moments before. As Paul Parker stepped closer it felt like the two inches between their height felt so short. Not to mention his whole frame looked more muscular than bulky.

“Don’t think you should change your bet half way through,” Paul mocked back.

Scott let out a growl. “Top or bottom,” he tried to change the subject back to wrestling.

“Top,” Paul smirked. “Like usual,” he tilted his head towards Cody suggestively. 

Scott ignored it as he put himself in the bottom position. His hands and knees were on the ground and with Paul right on top of him. All he had to do was a quick reversal and he’d be on top again. But the suggestive comment was still running through his head. Feeling Paul’s presence on top of him, suddenly made him feel a bit strange. It was a feeling he’d never had while wrestling before. But having Pual’s thick muscular hands right next to his while being in such a position, was distracting.

He heard Cody say, ‘go,’ but his hands were pulled out from under him and his body flipped back onto the mat. Cody quickly counted to three and the second match was over. ‘The hell?’ he questioned as Paul pulled him back up from the ground. A sudden sense of vertigo overtook him as he was staring eye to eye with Paul. But it also didn’t help that most of his blood was flowing to his wrong head. 

There was something going on. He took a step back, trying to get a breather again. Cody was busy playing on his phone and Paul just looked so damn hot. He rubbed his temples trying to think straight again. It wasn’t working. Each time he thought of his girlfriend, it was with Paul on top of her as he pleasured himself to the idea of it being him instead. His dick went hard as the thought seemed to cement itself.

“Somethin wrong?” Paul asked.

“N-nuh-no,” Scott responded but he couldn’t help but feel like he was overheating. 

“Dude, your sweating like a pig. How about you take that uniform off,” Paul offered. “Then we can be like the greeks. Right?” he turned to Cody. 

“Yeah something like that,” Cody added.

“Right!” Paul flexed his body. Even at 6’2” he was able to have an unbelievably thick musculature. With the added height it was always hard to have thick filled out muscles but Paul seemed to be perfectly fine. Able to grow as much as he ever wanted with barely any effort. All the while Scott was still trying to gain a bit of extra weight. “You ready?” Paul pulled him back down to reality. His singlet was already kicked to the side and his dick was pointed right at Scott. His unashamed stance was rather intimidating. Though it might have just been the 8 thick inches pointed directly at him“I… I…” Scott stammered. He slowly started to peel away the spandex from his body. He didn’t know why he was listening. The feeling of the uniform against his muscles was always a bit more comfortable. But right now he felt like he should listen. Any sense of modesty was dripping away. Feeling his naked skin dripping with sweat in the large open room felt oddly comfortable.

“That’s it,” Paul smiled. “Now top or bottom,” his eyebrow raised suggestively.

“Bo-bottom,” Scott affirmed. His nerves seemed to be shooting up as he went down on all fours. His hands laid flat on the ground as Paul wrapped around him. He could feel his heart beating faster. Just having someone so masculine like Paul on top of him was enough to get him going. His cock throbbed to attention. He couldn’t think about anything else. Just Paul. Just Paul’s body on top of his.

Scott didn’t even hear Cody say go before his chest was flat on the floor. He could feel Paul’s body rubbing up against his. No longer trying to flip him. He had another idea. His hairy face brushed up the side of Scott’s. The light grunts and groans filled the other wrestler’s ear as he found what he was looking for. Paul’s thick cock pressed against his hole. He whimpered at the sensation. It was so much bigger than he expected.

But any sense of dominance he had seemed to have vanished. Never would he have allowed someone somewhere so vulnerable. With Paul, it was different. The light push he was doing just felt right. It was hitting him all the right places. Slowly opening him up as more and more pre leaked onto his tight hole. He let out a groan. Then a moan. His fingers tried to grip the flat mat beneath him.

It was futile. There was nothing to grab onto. He held his breath. Then felt a mighty push. “Fuck…” he groaned as his ass seemed to take the massive amount of cock. Each inch buried deeper and deeper into him felt like another wave of pleasure he’d never experienced before. His back arched and then felt the weight of the other man hold him down. 

“You like that, dontcha bitch?” Paul goaded.

Scott let out a weak affirmative whimper. His body flexed at the feeling as more of the other man pushed inside him. He pushed his hips upward to give his own cock a more comfortable position as Paul started thrusting. His body moved at the rhythm of the man. Slow at first to get nice and comfort then faster. It was getting hard to keep up. He finally clenched his fist and grit his teeth. Paul was just satisfying himself now. It wasn’t about him anymore. He was just another hole. 

“Fuck!” Scott screamed out at the weird satisfaction that he got from the thought. A mess was made underneath him that his lower body was being rubbed into. Finally he could feel Paul finish. The thrusting grew more sporadic and less controlled. The warm fluid filled his insides.

“Damn,” Paul smirked. He let his cock soften up a bit before pulling back out. “Pretty hot eh?” he bragged towards Cody.

“I’d say, but don’t get any ideas,” Cody smirked back. He slid his phone into his pocket.

“What?!” Paul feigned innocence. “I know you…”

Scott watched as Paul wrapped his heavy arm around Cody. Somehow that dork was able to get the giant of a wrestler to be his boyfriend. Scott didn’t understand it. Though he was just a bit satisfied that he was able to wrestle against him. Something in the back of his mind kept telling him to taunt Paul today and it definitely paid off.