The Wrestler - Part 2

It was a joke. It had to be a joke. Jackson wasn't gay, I knew that for a fact. He was the type of guy who would be confident enough to tell the world if he was gay, and he'd even urged me to do the same. No, this was a sneaky plan to make me better at stupid wrestling. But he'd showed me his dick, and not only had he showed me, but he'd gotten it hard just so I could see what type of reward he planned to give me.

If that wasn't enough, Jackson had also touched my dick, granted it was bulging through my tight singlet, but even still. My mind had been in overdrive since it had happened the previous day, and as morning turned to afternoon, it showed no signs of slowing down.

I wasn't sure whether to be excited or nervous, but evidently my body had decided to feel a strange mixture of both, which was causing me to sweat profusely one minute, and giving me raging erections the next. If nothing else, I needed the school day to end so I could finally find out if Jackson had simply been fucking with me.

Finally, four o' clock came and I made my way to the gym. Jackson had managed to convince the coach to allow us the use of it in the run up to the finals, and honestly, it hadn't taken much convincing as even the coach knew how terrible I was.

I walked inside and found the eighteen-year-old already changed into his blue singlet, he beamed over at me, beckoning me over.

"Hey" I said awkwardly.

"Yo, you know that English teacher, Mr. Ryan?" He asked me, and I nodded, confused.

"Apparently he's banging Ms. Omari" he explained, and bit his lip "what a lucky guy! Anyway, go get changed and we'll get started".

Jackson was confusing the life out of me. He was so clearly straight, and yet this had been his idea. I headed toward the changing rooms, the smell of teenage sweat pouring into my nostrils, and stripped down to my boxer briefs. Only the seniors had use of the changing rooms, so the fact that I was safe in the knowledge that the sweat I was inhaling came from eighteen and nineteen-year-olds, allowed me to be comfortable enough with the boner I had already gotten.

Even in the short couple of months that I'd been forced to participate, wrestling had already made my body more defined. I was nowhere near Jackson's level of fitness, but he had years of experience on me.

I always felt ridiculous in the singlet. It hugged places that it shouldn't hug, causing a very visible bulge even when wearing underwear. Of course, I enjoyed watching other young men wearing them, but not myself.

"Alright great" Jackson said, clapping his hands and crouching down again "now remember, I want to see some effort today".

"Yes coach" I smirked, feeling another swell down below.

One thing was clear, Jackson hadn't forgotten about our deal.

He rushed me, grabbing me by the shoulders and we grappled for a moment before I found myself on my back once again.

"Use your feet, dude" he said, getting up and pulling me with him.

We went again, his strong hands grasped me and I tried to return the favour. I could barely get my hands around his large shoulders, but I was determined to stay on my feet this time.

"That's better" he growled, as I ducked down and grabbed him around the hips.

"Keep your legs bent" he said, and he wrapped his arms around my stomach.

He was so strong, but this had been the longest I'd ever managed to survive a round. I was sweating now, and just as I thought I might have the upper hand, Jackson spun around, grabbed be around the waist and slammed me to the mat.

I groaned in pain.

"That was good!" He beamed, letting me go "great work, bro".

The athletic and painfully handsome young man stood above me once more, sticking out his hand as he pulled me to my feet.

"Another round like that and you'll be on your way to this" he grinned, grabbing his junk.

My eyes widened, and my cock twitched in it's sweaty confines.

We grappled again, our bodies driving into each other and straining as we attempted to get the other to the mat. He drove his shoulder into my stomach, wrapping his arm around my waist again, but this time I leaned over him, like he had done me, and grabbed him around the stomach.

"You little shit" he gasped, as I spun around and held him from behind.

I was too quick for him this time, I dragged him into the air and a moment later, we both crashed to the mat. I'd done it, finally I had taken Jackson to the ground.

"So that's all it took!" He laughed, as I sat up "a bit of bribery and suddenly we've got Kurt Angle in our midsts".

I smiled awkwardly. Yes, I wanted the reward, but I still wasn't convinced that Jackson was really serious. If he wasn't, he'd certainly gotten what he wanted.

"So do you wanna do it right here?" He asked, and my heart felt like it had skipped a beat.

"Wait... You're... You're serious?" I asked, and I knew my face was showing the immense shock that I was feeling inside.

Jackson looked at me confused.

"Of course I'm serious" he scoffed "what, did you think I was lying?"

"I... I just thought that... Well, that you were... You know, straight?" I stuttered and now he did laugh.

"I am straight bro" he told me, and a part of me felt a punch of disappointment, even though I had known all along.

"But that doesn't mean I can't encourage my best bud, does it?"

I wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but I shook my head anyway.

"So, here or in the changing rooms?"

I glanced up at the door and nodded toward the changing rooms. I was eager, but I wasn't eager enough the have our coach walk in on us. Jackson stood up and helped me to my feet again as we walked toward our destination.

"Do you think Mr. Ryan really fucked Ms. Omari?" He pressed, wiping his sweaty hands down the front of his singlet.

I wasn't even listening. My mind was firmly on the fact that my best friend, who was admittedly straight, was bringing me to the changing rooms to 'reward' me.

"He must be rich" he continued "because there's no fucking way she'd fuck him otherwise".

Jackson continued to ramble on about the apparent affair until we reached the changing rooms.

"Or he has a giant dick" he added, "anyway, sit down on the bench".

I didn't need to be asked twice. I sat down, feeling the lycra squeeze my junk as I became eye level with Jackson's bulge.

"I need to keep some incentive" he said, rubbing his chin "because if I let you go wild, then you'll slack off tomorrow".

"I really wont" I said, my mouth watering and my cock becoming stiff again.

Jackson considered his option for a moment before nodding.

"Alright, you're gonna suck it" he said, and my eyes almost shot out of my head.

"S... Suck?" I gasped, not even caring how desperately happy I sounded.

"Yeah, but I'm not gonna nut in you, not today".

The fact that he had even considered cumming in me was enough to cause a wet patch to form where my cock stuck out awkwardly from my singlet.

Jackson, in the same way he had yesterday, reached into the leg hole of his blue singlet and pulled his large, fleshy rod from it. Once again, it was soft but looked deliciously inviting.

"Have you ever sucked a dick?" He asked curiously, and I shook my head, unable to pull my eyes from his beautiful meat.

"Alright, well no teeth" he smirked and dropped his package so that his long, fat cock hung over his large, full balls.

I was in awe. Not only because I was about to suck the first dick of my life, but because the owner of said dick, was my straight best friend. It felt like a fairy tale, or a dark fantasy. This was the type of thing that only happened in hot pornos, not in real life, not like this.

"A... Are you sure?" I asked nervously, expecting Jackson to burst into laughter at any moment.

"Well if you don't want to..."

"I do!" I yelped, and Jackson grinned.

"Well then do it".

I stared back at his cock, which was now swelling slightly, and without thinking, I reached for it. I'd only touched one cock before, and it belonged to me. I took it into my hand, feeling the warmth and weight of it against my palm as I tried to close my fingers around it. His cock was thick, too thick to hold fully.

It was becoming stiff in my hand, and it made my own cock spill more fluid. I slid back his foreskin, eyeing his pink helmet and trying my best not to drool. It was perfect.

I was pumping it slowly now, feeling it harden even further until it reached it's final length. Eight inches of cock, eight inches of Jackson.

"Go ahead" he nodded, seemingly unbothered that a gay man was holding his penis.

I took a breath, trying to calm my bubbling nerves and leaned forward. I could smell the scent of fresh sweat from him, and a moment later, his cock head pressed against my lips. A shock of pleasure drilled through me as I opened them and took his bulbous glans into my mouth.

It was heavenly. I could taste the light taste of sweat from the tip, and my mind buzzed as he slipped further into my mouth. My tongue slid along the underside of his cock as it hit the back of my throat and I gagged.

"Nice and easy" he whispered, and I felt his strong hand running through the back of my hair.

I wanted nothing more than to reach for my own aching cock, but the singlet was too tight and I wasn't about to interrupt this perfect moment for something as menial as my own pleasure. This was pleasure enough.

I gagged again, but Jackson seemed in no hurry to get fully inside. My eyes watered as I bobbed, with his guidance, on around four or five inches of his meat. There was no way that I'd ever take it all, and so I focused on what I could take.

I lapped at his sensitive glans, tonguing under his foreskin as he groaned contently above me. I had no idea what I was doing, but I listened to his sounds and allowed him to guide me.

Jackson seemed to like when I licked the part under his helmet, and so I licked it eagerly, pressing my lips tightly around the tip and sucking like I was a nursing calf.

"Fuck" he gasped quietly, his hand pulling me deeper onto his cock as I gagged again.

I didn't mind gagging, but I much preferred pleasuring his slippery, pink tip. He groaned as he went further down my throat and my ability to breathe was removed.

I coughed and retched, but remained in place, allowing my tongue to rub the underside of his tool as his legs began to tremble.

Jackson gently grabbed my dark brown hair and pulled me off his cock, then quickly dragged my head back down it. The sound of gagging and squelching filled the locker room as he fucked my throat with half of his cock.

I loved every second of it. I loved the feeling of his strong hand around my head. I loved the feeling of his cock, pulsing in my throat and I loved that my best friend was using my mouth like a Fleshlight.

A salty taste filled my mouth, but I knew it wasn't cum. I swallowed it hungrily, feeling more of his clear fluid spilling onto my tongue as he began to leak.

It felt like a drug. A pleasure that I had never before known, began to surge through me as I swallowed Jackson's thick pre-cum. I wanted more, I wanted so much more, and as I sucked to coax more of it out, Jackson stepped back.

A string of saliva and pre-cum was the only thing linking my mouth to his twitching, wet cock as he grinned down at me.

"That was good" he nodded "you nearly made me change my mind about cumming in you".

"Please" I gasped, leaning forward to take his cock again, but Jackson stepped back further.

"Nope" he sneered "you get the rest, when you earn the rest. Now get changed, and meet me at my place tomorrow".

I couldn't believe that it had just happened, nor could I believe just how much of a cock slut I'd become in that moment. I had probably embarrassed myself by seeming so desperate, but I was desperate. I sat there in complete shock, with the most intense erection I had ever had, poking through the singlet.

"And don't worry about that tomorrow" he said, pointing at the nylon outfit "you won't need it".

I watched as Jackson disappeared from sight and let my head rest against the lockers behind me. If this is what it took to get my best friend's cock, then I was about to become the best damn wrestler in the state.