The Wrestler - Part 1

"I'm never gonna' be any good at this!" I groaned, falling back onto the mat and feeling the lycra of the singlet crushing my nuts.

"Not if you give up you wont" Jackson said, and a second later the six foot two wrestler was straddling me, holding my wrists above my head.

"Get... Off" I snarled, attempting to shove him off my chest, but his muscular frame didn't budge.

"Not until you promise me that you'll at least try" Jackson grinned, holding me down with ease.

"Dude, I'm useless" I gasped, giving up my effort to get him off me.

Jackson was like a brother to me, though we were also the complete opposite. He was confident, handsome, popular and the last person in the world anybody would expect to be friends with me.

"Stop being so negative" Jackson smirked, lightly slapping my cheek with his free hand.

The eighteen-year-old stood up, grabbing my arm and dragging me to my feet with him.

"Again" he said, crouching and circling me.

I groaned and threw my head back. We'd been at it for hours, and no matter how hard I tried, it was in vain. I didn't even like wrestling, but Jackson had convinced me to join the team, and I'd been an embarrassment ever since.

The good looking wrestler charged yet again, and despite my best efforts, I found myself on my back once more. I gasped as the air burst from my lungs.

"Shit, sorry bro" Jackson winced "my bad".

"It's... It's fine" I breathed, winded by the takedown.

He sat beside me again, his legs spread as he wiped sweat from his brow.

"You're not bad" he lied, as I tried to recover "you just need more practice".

Jackson had always been kinder to me than anybody else. It was one of the main reasons that I liked him so much. He smiled down at me, his sharp jawline, smooth complexion and deep brown eyes always made me feel like melting.

I was quite the opposite, with paler skin, lighter hair and even though I was a few months older than Jackson, I still had that stupid youthful cuteness that was more of a hinderance than anything else.

"I suck" I told him "big time".

"Yeah, I know" Jackson nodded "but you're not bad at wrestling".

A huge grin spread across his handsome face as I sat up and pushed him playfully.

He knew I was gay, and he was the only one who did. Thankfully, and much to my surprise, he had barely batted an eyelid at the revelation.

"We better go" I said, getting to my feet again.

Jackson stood too, but remained in place.

"Let's just try one more thing" he said, and crouched again.

"Dude, I'm exhausted" I sighed "how about we come back tomorrow instead?"

"Just trust me" he replied, and before I had a chance to respond, Jackson charged at me again.

I felt his muscular arms reach around my waist, driving me backwards once more until he straddled me for the tenth time.

"Now throw me off" he said, attempting to pin my wrists down.

I thrust my hips upward, feeling his solid body move slightly.

"Yes!" He beamed "like that!"

I did it again, slamming my hips into him. Damn he was heavy, and he held me down with ease, but it was the first time I had managed to move him, even minimally.

I don't know which of us noticed it first. I'd been too preoccupied with getting him off me to even realise that I had popped a boner and it was pushing directly against his ass.

We stared at each other for a moment, my eyes becoming wide and my face, red.

"I'm so sorry" I gasped, still being held by my wrists.

Jackson watched me, before a smile broke across his face.

"You do think I'm hot!" He grinned "I knew it!"

I felt a burst of humiliation wash over me as Jackson basked in the knowledge that I had gotten an erection because of him.

"Get off, Jackson" I groaned, unsure what else I could do but lay there while my boner pressed against his ass.

"I bet you wish you could get off*,* right now, don't you?" He laughed, still showing no signs of moving.

"Dude, come on" I gasped, my face burning with shame.

"Oh don't be such a pussy" Jackson told me, still grinning "I'm actually pretty flattered".

With one quick sweep, Jackson had turned his body around and his muscular knees were now either side of my head, holding me in place. I stared directly up at the bulge in his singlet, and just above it, his plump ass.

"How's that view?" He joked, and I could feel his strong hands holding my thighs to the mat.

"Jackson!" I growled, feigning disgust as I weakly attempted to escape.

"Dude, you're gonna bust a hole in your singlet" he laughed and my eyes widened as I felt him squeeze my boner through the lycra.

I couldn't believe it. Jackson was the straightest guy I knew, and yet he'd just touched my dick.

"So here's the deal, Conor" he said seriously, sitting up so that his sweaty groin pressed against my face.

Part of me felt like I'd died and gone to heaven, and the other part was desperately humiliated as I lay there, with Jackson's ass and balls on my face and my six inch erection poking out awkwardly.

"We're gonna practice every day" he told me, and I could hear him grinning.

"And if I think you've given it one hundred percent, like really worked hard, then I'll reward you"

I mumbled into his ass as he spoke.

"Because dude, you have a lot of work to do".

Finally, and somewhat to my disappointment, Jackson stood up, but before I had a chance to follow him, he pushed his bare foot onto my chest and kept me on the mat.

"Deal?" He asked, still smiling as I sucked air into my lungs.

"What... What do you mean, reward me?" I asked, breathless and embarrassed as I reached down to cover the outline my stiff cock.

Jackson looked around the school gym and then back down to me before I watched as he reached into the side of his blue singlet and pulled a large lump of meat from the leg hole.

My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. It was soft, but still looked the same size as mine, hard. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Your reward" Jackson smirked, pulling back his thick foreskin to reveal a bulbous helmet.

"Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays" he said, holding it at the base and shaking it with each word.

I remained silent, mesmerised by the beautiful sight above me.

"I... I thought you said every day" I asked, still unable to avert my gaze.

"I did" he continued, and I could see his cock begin to stiffen.

"On those days, we'll train here" he told me "and on the other days, we'll train at my place".

I was barely listening to him as his pole grew further. It looked to be at least eight inches long, and as thick as a can of Coke.

"So bring your gear when we're training here, but at my place, you'll train nude".

It took a moment for me to realise what Jackson had just said.

"Wait... What?" I gasped "what about your family!?"

"We'll be in the barn" he smirked "so nobody will see you when I flip your naked ass".

I wasn't sure what had come over Jackson, nor how we had ended up in such a strange, yet hot situation. Was he just kidding? If he was, then why was I still staring at his eight inch, erect cock.

"Deal?" He asked again.

"Deal" I nodded, my own rod aching for release.