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I Came During Wrestling Tryouts 02
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Chapter 2: Re-Creating The Feeling
When I went home that night. I thought about what happened at practice. I wondered if I was gay, and what it meant. I thought about sucking Sam’s dick, and didn’t hate the idea, but it wasn’t getting my juices flowing, nothing like when I watched porn. I liked “hardcore” porn, girls getting destroyed, and I never watched anything gay or focused on the guy at all.
But then I thought about Sam holding me. How I felt a little scared when he did it. How he had complete control over me for the moment. The feeling came back to me and I felt it in my body from my neck to my balls. I let myself go and closed my eyes, lying back under my thick comforter in my cozy bed and rubbing myself. It was an old fashioned beat off sesh. I had been using porn pretty exclusively for years, always having my phone available, but tonight, whatever my new favorite thing was, it was based on Sam holding me like that. And I could only remember that feeling when I closed my eyes. I thought about the sensation on every part of my body as I pretended to struggle against him, as he held my arms firmly, as he used his hips to hold down my lower body. I started stroking hard, and I got really lost in the experience, just jerking off with my eyes closed, until I was lifting my legs and humping into the air, thinking about being held down.
I got up on my bed, over the covers, and got on all fours. I looked down between my legs at my dick throbbing, with my wet spot on the tip, my medium length bush above my otherwise hairless crotch. I stuck my butt in the air and pushed my face into the bed. I pictured being dominated, and rubbed myself slowly. I even moaned a bit.
During a moment of rest, while I was doing the “stop and start” as I called it, trying not to cum too quickly, my phone buzzed. I lifted it and read the text from my neighbor, Clark.
Clark: Bro, I normally just tune you out when I see you beating it, but what the fuck are you doing
My jaw dropped. My head jerked to the side. I could see Clark’s window, maybe fifteen feet outside my own. We had waved to each other over the years during the daytime, even played telephone with cups and string when we were kids. But at night, his window was completely dark for me, so I thought there was no way he could see me.
Me: WTF YOU CAN SEE ME??
Clark: Sorry bro, didn’t wanna have to ever bring it up, but yeah. What the fuck are you doing dude.
I stopped freaking out about it after a minute. It wasn’t really a big deal after all. Basically, my friend just caught me jerking off. We were the same age with the same habits, so it’s not like he wasn’t in his own room beating it every night too. No harm done. At least it wasn’t his sister who caught me.
I walked to my window and closed the blinds.
Me: Well hope you enjoyed it cuz that’s your last free show.
Clark: stfu lmao
I saw the text bubble come up and close a couple times, so I figured there was something else he wanted to say. I just decided to maybe probe a bit, and see if he had any thoughts on what I was going through. As weird as it was, it probably couldn’t get any worse than him seeing me face down ass up, beating it on my bed.
Me: Have you ever wrestled btw?
Clark: A little, why?
Me: I did tryouts today.
Clark: Is that where you learned those new moves?
Me: Yeah, basically
Nothing for a minute.
Me: I can’t really explain it, but I got horny during it. I was trying to figure it out while I beat off.
Clark: Ok, that’s honestly pretty cringe, but I actually know what you mean. It’s not like, “gay”, but when I take a guy down and dominate him, I get it. I feel a tiny bit horny too. No worries dude. I think it’s normal.
I was sitting there with my hard dick in my hand, and started stroking again. He was on the other side of this. He liked pummeling guys, just like I had liked getting pummelled.
Me: I actually liked when I was dominated though
No response for a full minute. The feeling in the pit of my stomach tightened as I braced and waited for his response. Then the speech bubble came up, and my heart raced.
Clark: I don’t think you’re doing wrestling right
My heart sank a bit. For a moment I thought he was going to reciprocate. Maybe he could give me those feelings that Sam had during practice. I thought about responding, but just put my phone down on my night table, slightly ashamed. I thought I might just figure all this out another night.
Then my phone buzzed again.
Clark: but I could teach you some moves
My heart raced again. I went back to my window and opened it.
Me: Maybe you should come show me now
I saw the light turn on in his window. He was already out his bedroom door. I threw on a hoodie and snuck downstairs to quietly open the front door and greet him on the porch. It was cold out, but it felt kind of nice for a moment. When I saw him bouncing across the space between our houses, his hands in his pockets and a hoodie covering his head, I got goosebumps.
He nodded when he looked up and saw me, smiling nervously, like guys do when we’re about to do something sort of naughty. The feeling was a mix of sneaking out to TP someone’s house, and hooking up with a girl.
We tiptoed into the house, careful not to creak any floorboards. When we got up to my room. We just stood there for a moment.
We started to take off our hoodies, and I took off my shirt as well. He spoke first.
“You looked like a girl with your ass in the air like that btw. My girl doesn’t even have that much arch in her back. Only difference is your balls hanging down.”
I cringed at hearing that, but at the same time, my dick started to throb again. Something in me clicked, and being compared to a hot girl was giving me feelings.
“You mean she can’t do this?” I got on all fours on my bed, throwing my ass up in the air, basically mimicking a girl in a music video. He chuckled, but just stood there. I dropped my face down onto the soft bed. “Show me a move then.”
He approached me from behind, and crawled onto my bed behind me on his knees. He put his hands on me tentatively, waiting for my response like I was going to flinch. Then he leaned over and wrapped an arm around my abdomen, the other on my shoulder. When I leaned back into him, he pressed his hips forward, making full contact with my ass. Not exactly how I had started this pose in practice, but we were doing things our own way. I started to have the same feeling that Sam had given me at practice. I already had a boner in anticipation. I guess the effect of being dominated wasn’t unique to Sam. Clark leaned his head forward and whispered into my ear, giving me tingles.
“Now try to get away.”
Before I really registered what he was saying, his grip around my body tightened immensely. My eyes went wide in shock as the wind was knocked out of me. He gripped my hip and my shoulder and flipped me onto my back in one smooth motion. In less than a second his leg swung over me and he was sitting on me, holding me down. I tried to grab his waist to push him off me but I was powerless. The wrestling match was basically over before it started. He had me pinned, my wrists above my head and his entire bodyweight holding me down by his hips and his ass. I was extra aware of my boner pressing up into his taint, and I knew he could feel it too. The shame didn’t come this time, especially as I saw the smirk on his face. I looked down to see he was as hard as I was, and clearly bigger than me. The head of his dick was sticking out of the waistband of his shorts, and he started grinding a bit, sort of humping the air. The head of his dick pressed in and out of his shorts, and soon he shifted his weight so he was lying on top of me, digging his crotch into me repeatedly. His legs curled around mine and held me in place. I was feeling even more excitement than before, as I melted into the moment and just felt his strength on me.
“I guess you won,” I said between breaths.
“I owned you,” he said back, a little bite to his words as his thrusting continued.
“You’re so much stronger than me,” I said.
“My muscles are bigger, I have the power over you.”
“I couldn’t even get away if I tried.”
He was basically dry humping me now, using my body like a toy for himself. I was so hard I was leaking in my shorts, and as he rubbed against me I got closer and closer to finishing. His own dick was leaking trails of pre-cum across my body as I generated a bigger and bigger wet spot on my shorts.
“I can smell how manly you are,” I said.
“Smell this,” he said as he leaned forward, shifting his arm over my face and shoving his arm pit over my nose. I didn’t expect that, and the physical strength he was exerting over me drove me crazy. He had more hair under his arms than I did, and as soon as the moist hairs of his arm pit touched my nose, I took in a big whiff. Never in my life had I thought I was appreciate the smell of a guy, but as he held me in place, using me basically like a girl, and rubbing up against me, I started to cum. I groaned involuntarily as I felt the jolt of orgasm rush through my body. It was so intense it almost hurt, and my hips shook against him. The sounds from my mouth were muffled against his arm pit.
“Yeah,” he grunted, as he froze his thrusting. That’s when I felt hot streaks of cum shoot out of his dick, hitting the exposed skin of my abs and getting all over my clothes. He was still holding my arms, and controlling my body with his. When he was done throbbing, his grip on me loosened.
He sort of crawled off me, like a sense of nonchalance had returned to him.
I was out of breath, and he was still breathing hard as well. He adjusted his crotch, and looked down at the mess on me. Since a wave of shame and concern over how he was going to react was washing over me, I expected him to leave quickly. But he stayed, grabbing a pair of my underwear off the floor to wipe himself.
I ran a finger through his cum on my abs, sort of playing with it. It smelled familiar, like my own, but just a bit different. When he saw me rubbing it between my fingers, he whispered, “eat it.”
I gulped. I was still rock hard, and suddenly realized that it hadn’t ended just because he had cum. I paused, watching him as I waited for confirmation that he wasn’t joking.
“Put it in your mouth,” he said.
I just waited some more. He wasn’t on top of me anymore, controlling me. I didn’t feel the sense of helplessness that had made me so turned on.
He walked over to me slowly, and ran a thumb across another streak of his cum on my abs, scooping up a big, white glob of it. He looked me in the eye, and brought his thumb to my mouth. I opened up obediently, and he stuck it inside. He rubbed his thumb across my tongue and in my cheek, gently probing and feeling the wet warmth of it. I saw his dick still throbbing in his shorts. I started rubbing myself over my shorts, feeling my warm, wet load as it soaked my dick and balls, and I stared into his eyes, a look of seriousness and domination there that I didn’t recognize on him. I realized then that something had clicked in him too.
He ran a second thumb across me the get the rest of his cum off my abs, and stuck it in my mouth as well, playing with my cheeks and spreading my lips apart and to the side like he was inspecting me. I tasted his load as I let him control my mouth, continuing to rub myself and appreciate the moment. “There’s a good boy.”
Suddenly, I came again. I whimpered lightly as I pulsed in my shorts, feeling the warmth as it spread further down my already soaked crotch. He smirked down at me, like he was understanding what was happening.
“See you later,” he said with a hint of cockiness.
He grabbed his hoodie and walked out, as I lay there in my bed, as satisfied as ever, if not slightly even more confused than I had started.
Comments
Anthony
Wow, this is my type of story! looking forward to much more...
John Doe Joe
Loving this guy being used
