I Came During Wrestling Tryouts 03

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Chapter 3: Team Party

Wrestling, being held down and controlled, cumming from dry humping. 

The next morning, I woke up and did some stretches on my bed. I was face down ass up again, and although I didn’t even look, I was hoping Clark was watching. I was like a bitch in heat, craving the feeling of getting held tightly and dominated by another guy.

When I finally got off my bed and stretched my arms over my head, I checked my phone. I had a few texts from Clark. They were images of me, stretching just now through my window. I looked over at his window, and he was just pulling up a pair of underwear, putting his big dick away. I chuckled. He was just reminding me that he could see whatever I was doing. And I left the window open, reminding him that he was free to look.

All I thought about the next couple days was whether or not I was going to make the team. I was weirdly nervous about it. Every time it crossed my mind I pictured being forced down tightly, constricted in movement, feeling nothing but strong muscles against me. I saw Sam in the halls a few times, and he just gave me a casual nod if anything, although one time I was sure I saw a hint of a smile. He was as intimidating as ever, but still seemed like a cool guy.

Clark was around too. He actually did start to treat me differently. His face was a pure smirk every time he saw me. I felt like he was as excited as I was for the next chance to do some wrestling practice together. We didn’t text about it, but some playful teasing between our windows kept the tension going.

Finally, come Friday, I woke up to an email and found out I made the team, as well as Sam. I looked down the list of guys who were going to be on the team together, and my stomach tingled with anticipation. In my head, I was rating them all on their potential ability to dominate me. The first practice was going to be after school on Monday.

In the hall I saw Sam, who ran up to me. "Bro I saw you on the list, congrats.”

Instead of offering me a fist bump, he gave me a big hug, holding me tight, almost lifting me off my feet for a moment. I was a bit stunned as he pinned my arms to my side, right there in the hall. I felt myself turn red at the unexpected embrace.

“Yeah, man,” I said as he let me go, “Can’t wait for practice on Monday.”

“Some of the guys are having a kickback at Gage’s house, celebrate making the team.”

“Nice,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. 

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Most of the whole new team showed up at the house. I saw Gage when I walked in. I recognized him, but didn’t know him at all, really. He was a muscular wrestler, with sort of a classic physique, definitely aspirational for me. A flash of envy crossed my mind when I saw him in his tight shirt, and another sensation came when I pictured that I might get to wrestle him and be dominated by his big arms at some point. 

I tried to push the feeling down. I didn’t want to freak anyone out. I had gotten lucky that Sam was cool, and somehow Clark had found as much gratification as I had, but I was certain that most guys would freak out a bit if I got a stiffy every time we wrestled. 

He just nodded at me when I came in, “What up, pledge?”

“Pledge?” I asked, puzzled.

“It’s nothing,” came a voice behind me. It was Sam.

“There’s no real hazing,” he said, “I guess he just wants to mess with the new guys a bit.”

I didn’t see a single sign of parents being around, and he had a big pool in his back yard. The guys got somewhat wild. Dares turned into skinny dipping and flashes of butts and stuff like that. The older guys kept putting their arms around me and the other new guys and saying stuff like “welcome to the team” and chanting “One of us! One of us!”

Eventually some wrestling challenges popped up. The guys were putting the new guys up against each other, sort of sizing us up. I got nervous that I was going to have a boner related problem once I got dominated, but, surprisingly, I held my own against another guy from my year, Sven (he was Swedish or something). He pressed against me but I was stronger, and I eventually overpowered him and got him on his back. It was fun as hell dominating another guy, but there was not even a little tingle of pleasure in my crotch. Apparently, I only like it when I was getting dominated. I couldn’t even fake it if I wanted to. As long as I could defeat the other guy, the only pleasure I got was the joy of winning.

I got up after pinning Sven, and reached out a hand to help him up. We were sweaty and breathing hard, and peeled off our shirts at about the same time. Eventually the group encouraged us to pull our shorts off too as we stood there sweating and breathing hard. We laughed, then put on a show by pulling off our shorts and doing a sort of strip tease dance to make everyone laugh. The guys really were a fun group to hang out with. 

We started a sort of ad hoc single elimination tournament, and for whatever reason, each guy who stood up to challenge me took off his shorts as well, matching me. I was surprisingly good at what I was doing, for having had so little practice. After Sven, my next challenge was sort of a twiggy, skinny guy, and I wasn’t even out of breath before when I had his shoulders hit the rug beneath us. The next was a beefier dude but it turned out he had even less physical awareness of his body than I did. I was pinning dudes left and right, and after an hour or so I came out as the champion of my year. The guys were clapping me on the shoulder and congratulating me and stuff like that, while I was sweating so hard that my dark blue boxer briefs were sticking to my body. The other guys were putting their shorts back on after wrestling me, so I was pretty much alone in my underwear. 

I started to think I was done, and I grabbed an ice cold soda water and started to chug it. I looked around the room with a smile as one of the older guys was talking in my ear about tips and tricks for wrestling.

That’s when Gage stepped forward, “let me try him,” he said, to no one in particular. The guys were lounging around, mostly shirtless, but leaned forward a bit at the obvious mismatch about to occur. Gage was far bigger than me. He had full hair in his arm pits, and his happy trail blended into what I was pretty sure was the top of his pubes. I had decent muscle definition, but really no body hair to speak of yet. 

I gulped. The dude was stronger than me, and I was about to have a problem of big proportions, standing there in my underwear. I actually got some blood flow already just anticipating it. Gage dropped his shorts and got in his stance in front of me. We looked each other in the eye as I crouched forward to match him. I didn’t even really know what I was doing, but I had beaten enough fellow amateurs tonight to have some fake confidence. 

Someone yelled, “go!” and Gage dove for my leg. I wasn’t exactly prepared for it, but I still swung out of the way in time to avoid an immediate takedown. Still, I didn’t have many moves in my arsenal besides grabbing and pushing, whereas Gage had experience. When I tried to hold his wrists, he escaped immediately and wrapped his leg around mine, slamming my body down swiftly. The wind was knocked out of me, and the guys around shared a quiet “oooooh” in empathy for me. I wasn’t done yet though, I was able to flip over onto my stomach and push myself up, which gave me enough leverage to avoid a pin. Gage held me down from on top, and I knew I had no chance of getting up again, but I could still delay the inevitable. I struggled to gain small aspects of leverage as he held me firmly, keeping me in a small box. And that’s when it happened. 

I felt my dick start to inflate.

I was stuck, trapped, and held by a guy. My brain was doing everything it could to get out of it, but the complete lack of control had ignited my newly discovered kink. Gage was in control now, and I was at his mercy. My struggles grew weaker, and my boner grew stronger. I stopped pushing against him and started pushing into him. I don’t even know if he picked up on it at first, but I couldn’t help it. I had no control over myself, as I involuntarily began humping the air in front of me, with the small range of motion I still had. 

Sven was the first to notice what was going on with me. He shouted with his thick, Nordic accent, “I sink deh boy has an erection!” 

I turned red. Fuck. 

Back when this happened at tryouts, Sam had kept my shameful secret, but here in front of everyone, I was on display, and Gage wasn’t letting up.

“Does he really?” Gage said between breaths, as he held me firmly from above.

“Yeah,” said another guy, laughing at the situation.

While Gage held me on all fours, another guy came up and reached between our bodies to give me a wedgie. The feeling made my underwear tighten against my crotch, as my butt cheeks were exposed to Gage’s abs. I felt so much skin against skin, the sensations were all new. Everyone was staring, giggling, laughing a bit, not really sure what to do, until Sam stepped in.

I had seen him in the back of the group, smirking mildly and shaking his head, staying cool as I lost my marbles in front of these guys. But once my shame was on display for everyone, he decided to up the ante a bit.

He came up to me and held my shoulders tightly, controlling my body and spinning me around as he pressed me down onto my back. Gage let go of me just enough to share control of me with Sam, until the two of them were holding me down, in my underwear, on the rug in the pool house surrounded by rowdy dudes from the wrestling team. 

Gage sat on my legs and held my hips, while I lightly struggled against him, but I knew I wasn’t fooling anyone. It was clear that I wanted this. I had lost the wrestling match, even if we didn’t finish it. He had proven he was stronger than me, and it was only fitting that now he got to do whatever he wanted with me. I wasn’t really sure what was going to happen, and we paused there for a moment, as if they were surveying my body and deciding what to do.

The tension snapped when Sam pulled down his underwear and exposed his big dick and balls. I was shocked, even though I shouldn’t have been. This was the natural next step for rowdiness. 

The guys hollered as he dropped his junk until it touched my face. The heat coming off of his balls was somehow unexpected. The smell was pure man. Sweat and testosterone combined into the epitome of masculinity, a big pair of balls with a sprinkling of hair, resting on my lips while his big shaft rested on my chin. I didn’t even have a single hair on my balls, just a light bush above my dick, so seeing pubes like they was sort of surreal. The guys hooted and hollered, while Gage started making jokes about my boner.

“Look how hard he is!” he said as he reached for the tent in my underwear. I flinched in pleasure as he touched me, feeling like I was going to blow my load already, in front of a group of guys. My whole body was red and my face was still smothered in Sam’s nut sack.

Someone in the group shouted, “lick his nuts!” and I stuck out my tongue as if I were just taking direction from wherever it came. I rubbed my tongue around them and felt a surge of power through my body, like they were imparting it onto me through the act of dominance. Gage started to rub me up and down, laughing as I moaned on Sam’s balls. 

Soon it all came to a head, and just when I thought my shame couldn’t get any worse, Sam shifted down and put his ass hole right on my face. I didn’t retract my tongue, opting to press it inward and taste the deepest recesses of his musk. Gage grabbed my dick one more time and I immediately squirted, coating the inside of my underwear with my juices. 

I heard Sven’s distinct accent as he shouted “He is cumming!”

Sam ground his ass into my face firmly, while the guys continued laughing, and Gage held my dick firmly, making some of my cum squirt out through the fabric itself. 

When Sam stepped off me, I felt the cool air against my saliva-covered face, and I looked down at Gage, still sitting on me, just smiling at me. “You’re full of surprises, dude.”

“I guess I am,” I said, chuckling. He got off me and I sat up on my elbows. My underwear was soaked and still tenting. The smell of cum was flowing through the room now. The shame ran deep, but I was surprisingly ok with it. My face was red, but I still had a bit of a smile.

“That shit was crazy,” Gage said as he reached a hand out to help me up, “never seen a party get like that before.”

“It was kinda gay, right?” I said, half smiling.

“Just guy stuff,” he said, “maybe something that doesn’t leave this room, though.”

“I kinda feel like I owe you one,” I said, making a jerking off motion with my hand.

“Nah, you’re good,” he said, “We’ll spar again later. And then the loser gets fucked.”