Sex With Wrestling Coach After Practice on Coach's Day

After our weekly wrestling practice, coach reminded me that Saturday morning was my turn to practice with him. Every Saturday morning, coach would take one of us and give us special training. It was intensive and hard, just like coach. He was a six foot two muscled bear. Coach was hairy all over and, being very hairy myself, I always thought it was rather sexy. Our team wore bright red wrestling suits that were the low-cut style showing off our pecs and most of our abs. Coach's pecs were tremendous and even through his fur, one could see his dark, dollar-size nipples.

As the reader can tell, I was quite smitten by coach's looks. I think I was a good looker, if I say so modestly. I stood six-one at seventeen and, as I've already mentioned, was almost as hairy as coach if not quite as muscular. I was looking forward to that Saturday and spent many an hour lusting happily with fantasies of coach and I going through my mind and feeding my cock.

Saturday finally came and I headed for our gym. Coach was waiting for me at the door as we would have the place to ourselves, he having the key and special permission to use the facilities. I went to our lockers and undressed. I made sure my penis was placed head down in the pouch of my jockstrap as it would be more difficult for it to become erect. Wrestling always got me excited as the constant friction excited my dick each time. I then pulled on the very tight fitting suit, white socks and special shoes. I took a peek in the mirror and was satisfied with what I saw: a young muscular hairy man wearing a suit that concealed very little. My cock was already slightly excited and my basket was very full.

Coach was waiting for me in the gym and when I saw him, I started almost to drool. Here was the hunk of a man, around twenty five, muscular, extremely hairy, tight fitting suit with a well endowed basket just waiting for me. All sexual thoughts dissappeared rapidly as we went through warm ups. After three quarters of an hour we were both sweaty and panting. Coach then taught me quite a few holds and we would repeat them many times until I got them right. After an hour and a half of this, we took a small break and just chatted. Coach complimented me on my style, saying I would probably be a very good wrestler. He mentioned our similar hairiness saying it was good to know he wasn't alone being called a bear. We talked about the following meets and he went through the rules and regulations I had to remember. Then we went back to the mats for a little wrestling action.

We grappled and struggled for a while until he brought me down and we then went at it on the floor. I was lying on my stomach under him and as he tried to force me over for a pin our legs entwined and struggle. I could feel his groin pressed into my ass and as we fought, he would grind it hard. Even though I was concentrating on each of his moves and planning each counter offensive, my dirty mind started focusing on that lump which seemed to grow a bit each time he would thrust. I kept telling myself it was only natural as we were creating quite a bit of friction but my own lump had grown sizeably and I regretted not sticking my dick up straight or sideways as it was very uncomfortable.

Coach then locked one of my legs with his and bringing his hand to my crotch, flipped me on my side. As he tried to pin me, his hand was still on my crotch and I almost panicked as I was sure he could feel my erection. I'm not sure exactly when but something changed in our fight. We were still struggling but something else was infiltrating our minds, maybe it was my imagination but I could feel something quite hard and large against my asscheeks and coach's hand was almost massaging my crotch. This lasted quite a few minutes as I was not about to be pinned easily (and I certainly was enjoying our position).

But then coach gave a final pull and my shoulders touched the mat. We untangled and stood up. I quickly looked at coach who was sporting a magnificent hard-on. He had been smarter than I as his cock stood out straight whereas mine was stuck straight down in my pouch. Coach noticed this and told me to be careful as I could hurt myself badly. He told me to not mind (I didn't) the erections as it was natural in wrestling. We were both sweating profusely and our hair was clinging to our bodies. Coach suggested we take off our suits and continue wrestling with only our jockstraps. I must have looked surprised because he laughed at my reaction and reminded me that the greeks wrestled in the nude.

We took off our suits and this permitted me to adjust my cock in my pouch. I was still excited but not as hard. Both of us had very enlarged pouches and looking over at coach my mind started reeling again at the thought of touching him with so little on. My cock quickly stood out at full mast and I noticed his was stretching the material at maximum length.

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We decided to start in the referee's position with me on top. I got into position behind him. My cock poking at his hip as I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist. We then started to struggle again and I tried his earlier move. With my hand I reached down to his crotch only to grab on to his hard cock, my legs tried to control his but to no avail as he spun around and pushed me on my back by surprise and then spread himself on top of me. The feel of his body on top of mine, our hairy chests together, I could even feel his hard nipples rub against mine, but it was the feel of our groins pushing against each other, hard cock against hard cock which made me shivver with lust. We had stopped struggling as he slowly wrapped his arms around me and we begain to grind our bodies in a deliberate fuck motion.

The feel of our pouch enclosed cocks rubbing together was making me pant and moan as he joined in our sex noise with moans of lust. He then looked into my eyes and brought his face in closer as I experienced my first kiss. Our lips touched gently, then his lips parted and his hot moist tongue tickled my lips and slowly pushed through to find my tongue in the sweet caverns of my mouth. It took me no time at all to get the hang of it and pretty soon our tongues were duelling wildly from mouth to mouth. My hands were cupping his asscheeks as I pulled him in closer, creating an even greater friction between our cocks.

I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and knew I was getting closer to climax. Between two kisses I whispered this in his ear and he told me he was ready also. He pulled away for a bit and taking his cock out of his precum wet pouch, he slipped it alongside mine in my jockstrap and then lowered himself back on top of me. We resumed kissing as we sucked on each other's tongues. Our well lubricated cocks slid easily against each other, shaft to shaft, cock head to cock head. It didn't take much for me to climax as with one last shove we hit our peak together and our cocks erupted with twin jets of white hot lava. I could feel each spurt from his shaft and the cum filled my pouch. We lay there for quite a while just enjoyed each other.

That day, we had sex a couple more times and when I went home, I was already looking forward to another Coach's day.

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