I Came During Wrestling Tryouts 06

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Chapter 6: Winner Fucks The Loser

After our first basement match, Colin had to go kind of quickly, but we got dressed slowly. I was checking out his body. That ass that I had just penetrated. It was my first time sticking it inside someone, and while I was fully gratified, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Somehow, this felt like a breaking point. I could admit myself now that it was actually gay, or bi, or whatever. It wasn’t just an appreciation for getting dominated. This time, when I dominated Colin, I had to urge to actively hump him and it felt like heaven when I came inside him, especially when he moaned and enjoyed it and jerked off during. 

Colin and I texted almost every night that week. The thread started as jokes about bruises and how sore his ass was, but soon drifted into talk about our next “practice sesh”. I saw him at practice most days, but Coach was splitting us up into groups and I was barely able to interact with him at all. We even ended up showering at different times when he held back the varsity team for extra drills. I was mostly showering next to Sven and his emasculating giant cock hanging down. He always found a reason to chat with me, and it was like he had no idea how distracting his big hog was. It jiggled every time he shifted his weight, slapping against his thighs, even bumping into me with it a couple times.

Thursday night Colin texted me: Do you think you’re gay?

I replied: At least a little, yeah. Porn is mostly straight but lately all I’ve thought about is wrestling with dudes and fucking.

He took a minute, then wrote: I’m similar. I think guys are hotter, but I’ve gotten with a girl and didn’t hate it.

I sent back: What did you do with her?

Colin: I fingered her. Gave her the first orgasm of her girl. Crazy how girls don’t have them as much as us. She jerked me off afterward.

I stared at the message, then typed: That is hot. Now you’re the one getting penetrated.

Colin: Yeah, I didn’t expect that to feel so good actually. Now I know why you like it.

Me: I only like it if someone is stronger than me.

Colin: I’ll bring my A-game next time then

Me: You gonna try to fuck me back? Come over tomorrow night then.

Colin: One way or another 😉

I reacted with a haha to the text and put my phone down. 

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The next day after school, I told my parents we were doing wrestling practice in the basement and not to interrupt unless the house was on fire. Mom called back from the kitchen, “No shoes on the rug,” and Dad asked if we needed extra water bottles. I said we were good. My voice sounded casual, but fucking around with parents awake in the house was going to be a different kind of monster.

Colin texted that he was out front. I cracked the side door and waved him down, then guided him along the path that runs past the laundry room and into the finished basement. The air down there always smells like old cardboard and laundry stuff. We had foam tiles over half the floor, a nice couch that barely got used, a TV, decent heating, and a stack of dumbbells that belonged to my brother before he forgot about them.

Colin dropped his duffel near the couch and looked around like he was a little nervous for some reason. Maybe he was wondering what was going to happen this time. I know I was. His hair was still damp from a shower. Under the hoodie, his frame looked a little broader than normal, like he was already bulking from wrestling practice workouts. He took off the hoodie and shirt together and I realized how defined his arms were. He had more hair under his arms than I did, which stuck in my head for some reason. My mind flashed to his naked body underneath me a few days prior, and his thicker bush, and the sprinkling of hair on his ass that I still didn’t have. He was still boyish in the face though, and he definitely didn’t shave yet. If you only saw his face from the wrong angle, you might think he was younger, or even a girl. The mix of mature and not-quite-grown was strangely disarming.

We started with just some practice drills that we had been learning throughout the week. Collar tie. Wrist control. Inside position. I made myself narrate the steps in my head so I could focus, and not think about one of us fucking the other after we spar. He was quick with his hands and good at setting traps. I shook free and climbed back to center each time like Coach taught us. We traded setups and shots, light contact at first. I felt like I was learning more about his body and movements the more we did it, but he was also learning about me.

Suddenly, we were actually sparring. Without talking about it, the motions had become competitive. He flinched toward my lead leg and I sprawled. He recovered fast, hands to my shoulders, but I kept my hips heavy and cleared the tie. He laughed once, breathy. “You’re weirdly good for being new.”

“Keep trying to surprise me,” I said. “I like that for you.”

He shook his head at my taunting.

We reset, took off our shorts casually, due to the heat of course, circled each other, and moved into pummeling for underhooks. Our bulges were bouncing now, bopping with our moves. We were getting to high energy, and it started to heat up the room. I could hear our breathing and grunts and the tiny squeaks on the tile. Every time I cleared his arm, his dick would brush either my chest or his leg. I could tell when he got more excited. He got these surges of blood flow into his crotch, and the signal inside me clicked louder. He felt me feeling it too. I could tell by the way started pausing on me every time his crotch put pressure on me. He suddenly took a break, stepping back.

“It’s getting hot as fuck down here,” he said, breathing hard.

“Yeah,” I said. 

We looked each other in the eye, both sort of smirking at each other, or smiling nervously, and walked toward each other. He was still breathing hard, and I felt it against my face. I reached for his waistband with my index finger, pulling out toward me, looking down at his swelling dick. He yanked mine down to my ankles, and my own hard dick sprang up and hit him on his hip. When I lowered his, he looked down at our dicks as they touched. 

As soon as he kicked away his underwear to the corner, I gave him sort of a cheap shot, lunging at him. I hit a snap down that almost gave me an unbreakable advantage, our wet skin rubbing against each other like slippery seals, but he caught himself on his hands, cursing me and scrambled up at the same time I chased another angle. He rotated out, clipped my knee with his dick, and we stumbled together, half-tangled, laughing. My basement had turned into sweaty boy soup. It didn’t smell bad though. It smelled like masculinity.

He shot first and I stuffed it, but he kept driving and we ended up in a scramble that felt like tumbling down a hill. I hooked a leg and rolled; he rolled with me. He tried to post; I forced his wrist across and captured it. The whole time, I was feeling more tingles than ever, with the nudity and the stronger feelings developing between us. His skin made my nipples feel good when we rubbed against each other, his knee on my taint made my boner pulse, my dick pressing between his cheeks when I got behind him made me feel like I was going to cum immediately. He breathed a curse, when I took him down once again, but his face showed he was both turned on and impressed with me, and I heard myself laugh in his ear without even realizing I was going to.

We broke apart and stood, hands on knees, catching air. “No points,” I said.

“Plenty of points,” he said. “They’re just not on the scoreboard.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

“I don’t know, I’m bad at word play.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You tell your parents?” he asked.

“That we’re training?”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

“I told them not to bug us.”

He chuckled. “Ok let’s finish this. Final match. Winner fucks the loser.”

I felt my stomach sink. Actual rules to decide who’s butt was getting stuffed. It made sense to say it out loud.

I didn’t say anything. I just dove for his naked body, trying to take him down with all the power in my body. 

He rolled onto an elbow. His eyes softened, like the horniness was taking over his motivation to win. I got a little disappointed, thinking he was going to let me win just to get my cock, but he surprised me by jumping hard, flipping me over, and getting a hold on me that I couldn’t break. My legs flailed, as my shoulders edged closer to the mat. I stopped moving, admitting that I was beaten without saying it.

He didn’t miss a beat, and started humping against me, rubbing his boner into my crotch. I started to gently wriggle away, but he held me in place. I let him, but wanted to make sure he knew he had to work for it. 

He crawled up to put his dick in my face. 

“Suck it,” he said in a grunt.

“Make me,” I said back.

He put a hand on the back of my head, but I kept my lips closed. He stuck a thumb in my mouth, against the inside of my cheek, pulling it open a bit. I just looked up at him. He pressed my mouth open, then stuffed his sweaty cock into my mouth, rubbing it against my tongue.

I wrapped my lips around it tightly as he began to thrust in and out. He groaned, maybe the first time he had any oral at all. I looked up past his hard abs and big pecs, to meet his eyes. They were softened and half closed. His boyish face was serious. He started to thrust harder, and I was gagging pretty quickly, which actually felt kind of good at first, upping the energy. 

He pulled out. “I’m gonna fuck you now. This is all the lube you get.”

I gulped. I didn’t have any other lube to use, and he was apparently in a dominant stance now.

He lifted up my legs, and I was ready for it. I could still taste his dick on my tongue as he leaned against me. Our sweaty, testosterone scents were mixing in the air. He probed the tip of his slimy cock against my hole. I could feel the wetness, and I even pulled my cheeks apart to make it more accessible for him. When he pressed in, it was exactly how I expected it. His dick was on the thicker side, but I had taken Sven’s before, so nothing would ever be too big for me again. As I warmed up and he leaned forward, I saw the pleasure in his face. It was almost like pain. He was already trying not to cum. 

“It feels so good inside you,” he said as he pushed balls deep into me. He didn’t move. I felt him throbbing inside me, like our hearts were beating together. I grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled our foreheads together. He looked me in the eye. We didn’t kiss. Somehow that would still be too gay, maybe. 

“Oh fuck,” he said, and even though he wasn’t moving, his dick started pulsing rapidly. He was dropping a load inside me, his first inside another person.

“I can feel you cumming,” I said. His face was just open mouthed, like he was in shock.

He collapsed on me, breathing hard, and let his dick fall out of me. He stayed rock hard, and fell beside me.

We lay on our backs on the rug, the basement quiet except for our breathing and the heater clicking off. I wanted to journal the whole thing just to remember exactly how it had felt. It was so different than all the other times. Today, it actually mattered who was the guy fucking me. It wasn’t just about being held down and controlled. 

Colin spoke first. “We’re pretty evenly matched.”

“Yeah,” I said. “But you beat me this time.”

He turned his head toward me. “Rematch?”

“Obviously.”

He lunged for me, and we went at it again, trying to pin each other, but with all the exhaustion, I could tell I was pushing more weakly and he also had less defense. This time I won rather quickly, using the last of my strength to flip his body over mine, and holding him down on his back. He conceded breathlessly, our common understanding we were developing to know who won.

I lifted his legs and stuffed it into him right away, but he wasn’t exactly ready for it. 

He yelled in shock. “Fuck!”

I shushed him with my finger, so my parents wouldn’t hear us. The last thing I wanted was my parents walking in to see my bare ass facing them and my dick buried inside my wrestling friend.

“It’s ok,” he whispered, “just hold it there, go slow.”

Something came over me. I looked down at him, having just lost his dick virginity, while I was putting mine inside him for the second time, and I felt an attachment. Some sort of special thing. Not just the feeling in my body, but like, I wanted him to be happy. He looked at me sort of submissively, and a compulsion set in. I leaned down and kissed him. I felt his shoulders and back melt underneath me, like he dropped all the lingering tension he was holding. His arms gripped my back tightly, rubbing up and down from my ass to my neck. I instinctively pushed in deeper, and he moaned into my mouth. Our tongues rubbed against each other roughly as we groaned into each other’s mouths, and it was the biggest rush I had ever had. All I wanted in life was more of this. I was exhausted, spent, and my mind had literally nothing inside it except Colin’s body and the way he was making me feel.

The kissing was new, and it made me want to fuck him hard and let loose completely. We fucked in several positions, always returning to something where his head was reachable, as I kept returning to shoving my tongue in his mouth. I had him on his side while I hovered above him, using just my abs to thrust roughly into him. My core literally got sore from thrusting so hard in weird positions. I was lasting a long time since I had just cum, and I finally went for a rapid missionary style thrusting pattern, just slamming into him and making our bodies clap together, forcing his body into the rug while I held his shoulders and rearranged his guts with my nubile manhood.

He held my tightly by my neck, and I pulled back from kissing as I was breathing too hard, and my sweat dripped down onto his face. I was finally getting close.

He looked up at me, while his body was shaking up and down with my thrusts, and whispered, “This is the best I’ve ever felt in my life.”

I felt a swelling of emotions in my body, and I started to cum, slowing my thrusts as he reached down to my ass, running his palm up and down my hairless, moist cheek. I pulsed and squirted what felt like the biggest load of my life inside him. I slowly pumped, feeling his insides massage the last drop out of me.

The orgasm was the last of my energy, and I fell down onto him, kissing him some more. He kissed me back energetically. I slid off him, exhausted. We sort of curled our legs and bodies together and made out without talking. The sweat was voluminous, and it felt so good to just rub together, even after cumming. 

We held each other’s faces, and looked at each other. 

I broke the silence. “Guess we’re even now.”