Wrestling Team Showers – Chapter 6

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 6: Getting Around

Saturday afternoon, Jake texted: "Lift? Just us. My garage."

I smiled, but rolled my eyes. I knew by now that Pax was going to be there as well.

I pondered it for a full minute. Then I stood up, got dressed, and walked out the door without even texting back.

When I got there, Pax was already seated, sweaty from doing a few reps himself. He was shirtless, and the similarity of his face and body to Jake was striking. He just sat on a stool, sipping a Gatorade, not saying much. He greeted me with a nod. Jake said, "hey", and looked annoyed that Pax was there.

It started normal. Bench press, lat pull-downs, spotting each other. Thankfully I got some dong in my face. There was some tension, since Jake and I had time to make up for, and I could tell from his permanently half-hardness that he wanted to stuff me with something.

Then, mid-set, Jake looked at me and said, “Fuck it.”

He leaned forward and kissed me. Hard. Right in front of Pax.

I froze, just for a second. But then I kissed him back. When we broke apart, I turned slowly toward Pax. He didn’t look shocked. Just casually raised an eyebrow.

Jake looked at him. "You're not leaving?"

Pax shrugged, and didn't say a word.

We didn’t ask again.

Jake pressed his face onto mine again, and stuck his tongue back in my mouth. His thumbs slipped under the waistband of my shorts, and with a quick tug, they were down around my ankles. The cool garage air hit my glistening skin, still damp with sweat from our workout. My cock sprang free, already red and throbbing, while Jake’s stood at attention, a thick, veined pillar of meat.

Pax didn’t move. But his eyes focused on us, locked like a frat boy watching a strip show, which is basically what he was doing. I didn't know if he was gay or just invested in invading his brother's space, but when he shifted on his stool, his hand moved to pull down his shorts.

His own girthy man-pole, nearly as impressive as Jake’s, emerged, thick and heavy, resting against his thigh. He hooked his shorts under his balls, leaving everything on full display. The tension in the room was palpable, unspoken.

Jake turned me around slowly, but assertively, his eyes never leaving my body. He pressed me against the weight bench, his hips slotting perfectly against mine. I could feel the heat of his cock pressing against my ass.

But then, without a word, Pax walked up to my face, his fleshy cucumber at eye level with me. There was something so hot about getting this close to it. I looked back at Jake for direction, wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do here.

Jake didn’t stop looking at my ass as he slowly rubbed his sweaty hog up and down between my cheeks. So, I wrapped my mouth as best as I could around Pax’s girth, and started making out with the second cock of my life. It was the first time experiencing one other than Jake's. Yeah, I must be gay, I thought to myself, it's not just Jake. I tasted the salty pre-cum already beading at the tip, Jake shifted himself to put pressure right on my hole. He was expert at warming me up by this point. I felt the blunt head of his cock press inward, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside, stretching me open.

Pax let out a low groan, his hands holding my head as I took him deeper, pushed forward by Jake's force. Jake’s hips snapped forward, driving his cock further into me with a momentum that made my toes curl. The sensation of being filled from both ends was overwhelming. It was maximum masculinity getting injected into me, and I was loving it. I had always had some sort of yearning for muscular guys. And I just naturally thought I wanted to be like them, but truly, I wanted to be with them, one thick shaft slid down my throat, and another's relentless rhythm pounding into me from behind.

Pax’s cock pulsed in my mouth, his balls tightening as he quickly neared the edge. Jake wasn’t far behind, his thrusts growing erratic, his breath getting short and urgent. They both came almost simultaneously, Pax unloading down my throat, and Jake filling me up, his cock twitching deep inside.

When it was over, we didn’t talk. We just cleaned up, my head still humming with the energy of what had just happened. Jake didn’t say a word to Pax, but they glanced at each other, maybe even a faint smirk on their lips, it was clear that there was subtext between them.

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Things had leveled out. Jake and I were good, and somehow that meant everything in my life felt lighter. We didn’t talk about what we were, and we didn't talk about what happened with Pax. Maybe that would come up again another time. No labels, no declarations, but we were in sync. He texted me pretty much every day, we lifted after practice, and sometimes we just sat around in his garage and talked about music or dumb team drama. It usually ended with me worshiping his body and taking a load inside me one way or the other. It wasn't a daily blissful holiday, but it was good, and started to feel normal.

In the showers after practice, we still occasionally found some space to do a little public release. It was too long to wait until we got home after school, so we might share a steamy corner once in a while. Of course, guys on the team started to figure out what was going on with us. It didn't help that Jake had a penchant for public displays of affection. He even kissed me on the lips once, right in the hallway at school. You wouldn't know it unless you've been there, but this was still something that a straight guy might do where I come from, especially jocks. A group of girls giggled when they saw it, and Jake winked at them, making me laugh. I found it amazing how he could get away with so much just with his charisma and looks. I had cuteness and girls definitely considered me in the attractive category, but Jake's effortless seduction of both guys and girls, almost as if by accident, was a marvel of social stamina.

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Corey approached me before practice one day. He was the one who spectated a couple different times already, catching Jake and me swapping bodily fluids in the showers after practice. Corey and I were both early that day, waiting for the locker room to clear out from the last gym class before wrestling started.

He looked nervous, fidgeting with the strap on his bag. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

“You're... are you gay?”

I hesitated for a second, then shrugged. “Basically, yeah.”

He nodded fast. “Cool. That’s cool.” Then, after a beat, “Not that I’m, like, judging or anything. You do you.”

I didn’t say anything. Just smiled politely. It was the kind of comment people made when they weren’t totally sure how to process things.

After that day, Corey started trailing me around. He wasn’t obvious about it, but he always found a way to sit next to me during stretches, or end up in my line during drills. He showered next to me whenever he could. And I noticed something.

Whenever we talked, his towel was suspiciously draped. Or if we were already nude, I could see the growth. He didn’t try to hide it, not exactly. But he didn’t act on it either. Just… hovered.

Jake noticed.

One afternoon, as we dried off after practice, he leaned over and said, “You think Corey’s figuring himself out?”

I laughed. “He’s working through something.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “You think we should help him along?”

I paused. “Like how?”

Jake gave me a look. One of those Jake-looks that was equal parts smirk and dare. “Just like before. Let him watch again. See what happens.”

So we did.

A few days later, after most of the team had left the locker room, we lingered in the showers. Corey stayed too, just one shower head over from me. Jake and I didn’t say anything. We just started.

Slowly at first. Touches under the spray. Hands exploring. Kisses that turned heavier. I could see Corey frozen out of the corner of my eye. Watching. Not even pretending not to.

Jake pressed into me, just like before. Only this time, we turned so Corey could see everything. Both of our firm rods were facing him while we made out under the water. A minute later, Jake was turning to look directly at him as he pushed inside me. I saw Corey flinch down there, his rising tool beginning to beg for attention.

He didn’t move during the whole buildup. Then, hesitantly, watching me getting penetrated right in front of him, he stepped closer.

Then, he reached out.

His hand brushed my back. Then he ran it gently down to my hip. I didn't react, quietly letting him do what he wanted. It was hot to see a new guy enjoy what Jake and I were doing, but I didn't want to interrupt Corey's flow. Jake kept moving inside me and slapping my butt cheeks with his hips, rocking my body rhythmically under Corey's touch, unbothered.

Corey got closer. Touching more. Not fully joining, but not staying out of it either. His breath was shaky, but his eyes were focused.

And just like that, there were three of us under the stream.

Corey's red hair was darker in the wet atmosphere, and it partially clung to his forehead. His hand finally gripped my ass and squeezed hard, getting a full handle of the meat as Jake slapped into it. He traveled around my hip and grabbed my leaking hard-on. The surge of lust and adrenaline from being handled on both sides was like music playing directly into my brain.  

Corey’s voice broke the rhythm of the shower spray, shaky but insistent. “I want it… in my mouth.” His eyes darted between Jake and me, his hand still gripping my cock. “Both of you.”

Jake didn’t miss a beat. He pulled out of me with a wet slap, his cock glistening under the water.

“Alright, red,” he said, probably because he didn't even know his name, and stepped toward Corey with a smirk. “Open up.”

Corey dropped to his knees without hesitation, his mouth already parting. Jake guided his cock between Corey’s lips, groaning as he felt the warmth envelop him. There's nothing like a new hole to use.

I stepped closer, my own arousal still throbbing, and slid my cock onto his face, next to Jake’s. Corey’s eyes fluttered shut as he took care of Jake's pole, his jaw stretching to accommodate the girth, then pulled out and gave mine a taste.

Jake and I moved in sync, our cocks sliding in and out of Corey’s mouth in a rhythm that had him moaning around us. His hands gripped our thighs for support, his own cock twitching and leaking as he serviced us.

“Good boy,” Jake murmured, grabbing Corey's head and guiding him down further. “Take it all.”

Corey’s throat worked around us, his eagerness evident in the way he swallowed and sucked what he could, and gave a motivated handy to whichever dick wasn't in his mouth at the time. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar tension building in my balls, my breath hitching as I approached the edge. Jake’s thrusts grew erratic, and I knew he was close too.

With a groan, I came first, my load spilling down Corey’s throat. Jake followed seconds later, his release coating his face and mixing with mine as it spilled out of his mouth. Corey swallowed what he could, and sat back on his heels, his own boner jutting out. His lips were red and swollen, and he cleared his throat and coughed, his chest heaving with the effort.

Jake ruffled Corey’s wet hair. “That was hot, man."

He used his finger to gather some mixed cum off Corey's face, and fed it into his mouth. Corey sucked his finger and swallowed wordlessly.

"Next time, we’ll work on anal stretching.”

Corey looked up at us, his eyes wide but eager, and nodded. The three of us just stood there, the steam from the shower wrapping around us like a blanket.