Wrestling Team Showers – Chapter 3

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 3: The Walk

Later at practice, Jake looked at me a lot. He offered to train me one-on-one, and surprisingly, the coach liked the idea—but warned him not to “spend too much time with freshman,” reminding him to focus on his own development, too.

Jake was way too big to actually spar with me, so instead he guided me through moves, breaking them down, correcting my form. I tried to focus, but halfway through I got an erection again and panicked. We weren’t alone—there were other guys around. My heart was pounding, but Jake leaned close and whispered, “Look at Corey.”

I did. Corey had something subtle going on, a little stiffness tucked up his singlet.

Jake smirked. “It happens during sparring. At least here it’s less of an issue. Just ignore it and no one will care.”

That honestly helped more than I expected. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Then—without warning—Jake threw me down on the mat.

I hit the floor with a soft thud, dazed.

“Let’s work on your escape,” he said.

Escape, as it turns out, was a pretty vulnerable position. I had to get on all fours while the guy on top got his arms around me. Jake’s body pressed close. His groin aligned with me in a way that felt… intense. On purpose.

My brain was scrambled. But somehow, I still learned. He made me want to improve. I watched the way he moved, the way sweat poured off him like he was carved out of effort. I had seen him earlier at lunch, but this was different. This was drenched in essence. Pure liquid man. I half-joked to myself: what if you could bottle it?

After practice, I lingered by the locker room door, hesitant to go in without him. Jake was still in his gym shorts and heading toward the exit.

“You’re not gonna shower?” I asked.

“Nah, I’ll shower at home,” he said. “I’m gonna work out some more.”

Jesus Christ. This guy never stopped.

“Missed my lunchtime sesh,” he added with a wink.

“Yeah,” I said, grinning nervously. “Guess you did.”

I felt weirdly small again, thinking about heading into the rowdy showers alone. Then he turned back.

“You actually wanna head out with me? We could lift in my garage if you’re down.”

I was physically destroyed from lunch and practice and barely holding myself upright—but of course I said yes. I had a man-crush and, yeah, a full-on penis-crush on Jake. No use pretending anymore.

–[]–

We walked mostly in silence at first, both of us buzzing with something unspoken. The air was warm, thick with late afternoon sun.

I finally said, "How did you get me to open up like that? I'm not even gay."

Jake looked over at me, smirking a little. "I dunno, man. You just had this look about you. Like, I was kinda drawn to you. Wanted to make sure you were... okay. And, y'know, massaging turns into stuff sometimes."

I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "You’ve done that with guys before?"

He laughed. "I mean, no. Not really. But like… wrestling team’s pretty gay. I mean, straight guys, yeah, but pretty f***in' gay when you think about it."

I snorted. "Yeah, guess that makes sense."

He nudged me with his elbow. "You didn’t seem too mad about it."

"I wasn’t," I admitted, surprising even myself. "I think that’s what’s confusing me the most."

I hesitated for a second, then added, "How did you know how to make me... like, finish like that?"

Jake chuckled. "Honestly? I’ve been doing that to myself forever. In the shower, at home. I was kinda surprised when I found out other guys didn’t."

I blinked. "You’re serious?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. Thought it was just... normal, you know? Learned what worked and just kept doing it. Guess I got good at it."

After a beat, he continued. "I always ask girls to eat me out at least, but only the wild ones have ever done it."

I thought for a second. "And today at lunch, you've never, like... done that with a guy before?"

"No, but I'm glad I did. It was awesome."

"Yeah," I said, a knot forming in my stomach. I couldn't tell if it was nerves or excitement, or  just lingering internal soreness from getting my organs rearranged at lunch. "I didn't know I'd like it that much with a guy."

I saw his face sort of wince a little. I looked at him, waiting for him to say something.

"But like," he started, paused, then continued, "it was fun because it was you."

I waited, unsure if I heard him right, so I walked silently until he said more.

"I wouldn't have done that stuff with any random buddy," he said, looking me in the eye.

I smiled. "Yeah."

Suddenly I wasn't nervous anymore.

"You should let me do you sometime," I said, kicking a pinecone.

"Yeah," he said quickly, "bet." 

We smiled together, our thumbs in our backpack straps, walking down the street. A big guy and a smaller guy.

–[]–

When we walked into his house, Jake’s mom greeted us in the kitchen with that cheerful energy only moms have.

“Hi boys! You want smoothies or something salty? I’ve got hummus and almond butter.”

We muttered our preferences, then I followed Jake into his garage.

Jake’s garage was a shrine to masculinity—rusting weights, a frayed punching bag, and a faint smell of motor oil mixed with primal male essence. He moved with purpose, stripping off his shirt before I’d even set my bag down. His chest was a map of muscle, each ridge and valley glistening under the dim overhead light. I couldn’t stop staring. He caught me, smirked, and tossed me a pair of gloves.

“Let’s see if you can keep up,” he said, his voice low and teasing. I fumbled with the gloves, my fingers suddenly clumsy, as he loaded the bar with weights that looked impossibly heavy. He lay back on the bench, his arms flexing as he gripped the bar, and lifted it with ease. I watched the way his body moved, the way his abs tightened and his chest expanded with each rep. It was hypnotic.

“Your turn,” he said, sliding off the bench and gesturing for me to take his place. I hesitated, my eyes flicking to the weights. Even after he took most of them off, they looked too heavy.

 “Don’t worry," he said, "I’ll spot you.” His tone was reassuring but laced with an edge of challenge. I could see this was his real religion.

I lay down, the bench cool against my back, and gripped the bar. His hands hovered above mine, steadying me without touching. Just the proximity was enough to send a shiver through me. I lifted, my arms trembling, but managed a few reps before my strength gave out. His hands caught the bar just in time, his fingers brushing mine.

“Not bad,” he said, his voice close to my ear. “But we’ve got work to do.”

We moved through a series of exercises—squats, deadlifts, rows—each one pushing me to my limit. Jake was relentless, correcting my form with a touch here, a nudge there, always close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. His sweat-soaked shirt clung to his body, highlighting every curve and line. I was aching, my muscles screaming, but I didn't want to quit.

When I needed a break, he grabbed a large dumbbell and started curling like it was nothing. I stared. Couldn’t help it. His arms flexed, sweat slowly blooming across his chest.

Without saying a word, he raised one arm, holding a dumbbell behind his head, exposing his armpit, giving me a sly look and a subtle nod. Like: go ahead.

I got closer. And I did it. I licked.

He didn’t laugh. Didn’t flinch. Just kept lifting. After a few reps, he rubbed his fingers across his chest, collecting sweat, and held them out to me. I tasted it, savoring the salty, intense flavor. I sucked his finger like it was his dick, and I watched his shorts grow tighter.

Suddenly, his mom popped in with snacks. I snapped out of my hormonal daze and eyed the banquet: smoothies, and a plate of veggies with almond butter. I gobbled it down, not realizing how hungry I had gotten. I was a bit disappointed at remembering that she was in the house with us.

But, soon after, she left to run errands.

Jake looked at me. “Wanna keep going?”

“Yeah,” I said, still buzzing in my head, and in my shorts.

Without fanfare, he peeled off his shirt. Then his shorts. “We could go full caveman.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s just us for a while.”

So he stripped. I stripped. Just for fun, he had said. And somehow… it actually was.

We did curls, pushups, even deadlifts with our dick and balls hanging out. Even if we were hard half the time, it sort of went away on its own. After experiencing a full dicking-down at lunch today, it was a thrill to just be friends for a bit with him. Still, the tension in my body continuously pulled me back into lust mode.

At one point he leaned over me, sweat dripping off of him, and I instinctively caught a drop on my tongue. He raised an eyebrow.

“Dude, you are definitely not straight.”

I didn’t deny it. Just groaned and laughed.

We kept messing around, sweaty, teasing, but oddly playful. It was a bit surreal. I didn’t care about anything else in the world but this naked jock teaching me how to wear out my body, in more ways than one. He let me explore a little, always keeping that careful control. Never too much. Always just enough. I traced my fingers across his slick chest and back, my hand sliding easily across his damp, muscular skin. It was exhilarating, addictive. He pushed me to lift harder, to make sure I was "sore the next day, so you know it worked".

Then his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, and suddenly the whole vibe shifted.

“Welp,” he said, already pulling his shorts back on. “We’re done here. Brother’s coming home.”

“What?” I said, scrambling to dress.

“Yeah, Pax doesn’t knock. Let’s go.”

We slipped inside just in time, as his brother loudly entered the front door and passed by us without saying a word. 

As we passed through the kitchen, Jake grinned.

“Good lift, buddy.”

“Yeah,” I said, my heart still racing. “Real productive.”

And in my mind, I was already replaying every second.

–[]–

“You, uh, want to shower?” he asked, breaking the silence. I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. He tossed me a towel and led the way upstairs, his bare feet slapping against the wooden steps.

The bathroom was small, the shower stall barely big enough for one person, let alone two. But Jake didn’t seem to care. 

“Why did we even put our clothes on?” I asked as we disrobed.

I watched his muscular frame as he bent over to turn on the faucet. I realized I had seen him more naked than clothed in the two days I had known him. He turned on the water, steam quickly filling the room, and stepped in, his body glistening under the spray. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. My teen hormones never seemed to stop, and I never knew what was going to trigger it, but I was hard and leaking before I even stepped in with him.

The water was hot, almost scalding, but it felt good against my sore muscles. Jake stood close, his body pressing against mine as he reached for the soap. He faced away from me and soaped himself up, and I did the same, sort of in the frozen zone in the back of the shower. When he turned around, I was happy to be greeted by that large, heavy, full hard rocket that I had met earlier that day. 

He smirked at me, giving me the same line as the day before. “Want me to get your back?”

This time, he didn’t wait for an answer. He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. My hands pressed against the tiled wall as he pressed his body against me. I was still loose from earlier, based on how easily he fit two fingers inside me with a glob on conditioner as lube. It burned on the way in, but he quickly went straight for that button, and I was melting in seconds. When he started to rub his big slab of meat on my body, I started groaning, just knowing that I was about to be tickled from the inside. 

When he pushed in, it hit me that this was the first time we were together in a really intimate way. He wasn't in a rush to get off, he was enjoying every second he spent inside me. I should've been more sore about the battering I took earlier in the day, but with his gentle touch I was actually enjoying it within the first couple minutes. 

When he put an arm around my neck, squeezing me in his bicep, I groaned, the sound torn from my throat as he started to move deeper, his pace steady. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and I could feel every inch of him, every thrust, every brush against that spot inside me that made me see stars.

“It feels good,” I begged through a light but firm chokehold, my voice hoarse. “Go as hard as you want.”

And he did, his hips slamming into mine, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the small space. Just as he was jacking up the pace toward cumming-speed, and his body started making watery slapping noises against me and really rearranging my insides, the bathroom door opened. 

"Gotta pee," said a male voice. He stayed inside me and made a shushing gesture. 

"No worries," he said. 

The shower door was clear glass, but the shower steam hid us, especially with his large body between me and the door. His brother took a long piss, and I had an idea. I started tensing my ass as much as I could, not pushing back, just milking him while standing still. Unfortunately for Jake, Pax actually had a short conversation with him while he continued to throb inside me. 

“You wanna play COD later?” called Pax while his strong stream was still echoing through the room.

“Yeah, sure, after I finish some homework and stuff,” replied Jake.

“Forget homework, fuck bitches, get money, end of list.” He was like a relic from an old movie about douchebags.

“Uh-huh,” mumbled Jake, while I watched his face tense and brace, trying not to finish. Just as the toilet flushed, he let out a shuttered breath and I felt him wildly throb inside me, his manhood literally tensing at different angles as he unloaded once again. He couldn’t help but pump a couple thrusts into me. If his brother looked over, he would’ve seen something happening, even through the stream. I felt a sense of pride that I hadn’t expected. 

When the door finally shut again, he collapsed against me. 

He recovered his strength and looked up at me. “You’re an asshole.” 

His big smile told me it didn’t bother him too much. We rinsed each other off, and he tapped my boner like it was a springy toy. I listened to my urges and I leaned in and kissed him for the first time. I was done worrying about being gay. I didn’t care if he didn’t care. I liked feeling his tongue in my mouth, and I liked licking every wet part of him. I felt him start to get hard again, and he suddenly turned off the water. 

–[]–

The water had barely cooled before Jake was leading me to his bed, his hands still wet and warm against my skin. We fell onto the mattress together, the sheets tangling around us as we kissed, hungry and desperate. His cock was hard again, pushing against my thigh, and I could feel my own arousal still maxed out.

“My turn,” I murmured against his lips, pushing him onto his back. He smirked, his eyes dark with anticipation as I reached for the lube on his nightstand. I coated my fingers, my cock, watching as his legs spread, inviting me in. His ass was perfect—tight, round, and glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. I pressed against him, teasing, before pushing in slowly. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillows, his hands gripping the sheets. I put down the bottle and lifted his thighs. They were too heavy for me, so he held them up himself, and I dove into his ass. It tasted different when it was just showered. Less musk, but just as much ass. I shoved my tongue as deep inside as I could.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “You feel good.”

That was my cue to get up on my knees, and angle my cock at his hole. I added some lube and pressed forward. He let out a looooong breath, getting ready to take this step.

I started to move, my hips rocking against his, my cock sliding in and out of his tight ass. The sensation was electric, my first time sticking my dick in a real hole. His body responded, his hips lifting to meet mine, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, our breaths mingling in the air between us.

Just as I was about to lose myself completely, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Jake reached for it, his fingers trembling as he glanced at the screen.

“Leave the poor boy alone, I don’t think his ass can take much more.” The text from his brother made us both pause, and then laugh. My head fell to his chest while I stayed inside him, my stomach meeting his large, hard rod.

"Where were we?”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I gripped his hips, thrusting harder, deeper, until we were both gasping for air. My body looked so small compared to his large frame, and I bounced my ass around like the virgin I was. His ass clenched around me, and I knew I couldn’t hold back very long. With a final, desperate thrust, I came, spilling it inside him, my body quivering with the force of it. His heavy, jock frame melted beneath me. I slowly pulled out, and watched as the biggest load of my life dripped out of him.

"I liked that," he said.

"Me too," I said.

Just as I finished the words, he put his large hand on top of my head and pushed me down gently toward his monster. I took my cue and grabbed it, quickly sucking it down and making out with it desperately. The final thing I needed today was a blast of cum in my mouth, and luckily, I got it in less than a minute. He gruffed lowly and his abs tensed, his hand pushing down harder on my head as he deposited his load down my throat. A single tear dripped down my face as I gagged one last time on his love tool. When he was done throbbing, he let go of my head, and I slowly lifted off him. I collapsed next to him and he closed his eyes. It seemed like he was about to fall asleep, and I watched him for a minute, then started to get up to go. But, he grabbed my arm firmly, and pulled me toward him. He kept his eyes closed and turned to me, big spooning me and putting his head above mine. I curled up, and fit perfectly inside the shape of him. Everything felt right in the world, and I tingled from head to toe, ultimately falling asleep.