It was Monday of the second week of August when Gabe knocked on my open door, a week before training was supposed to start. I looked up and was startled to see his familiar bulk in my doorway. "Hey coach," he said. He had a huge grin on his face. "Gabe!" I said, and leapt up to greet him. We hugged. Maybe we held the hug a bit long. It had been several m...
Coach Baxter was a powerfully built man. His sheer physical presence, iron will, and domineering personality helped him to mold his high school wrestlers after his own image. He took boys and turned them into men. He showed his boys how to develop their youthful bodies, build their muscles, perfect their skills, and dominate their opponents. Although Coach B...
Saturday, February 8 9:15 AM EST Chattanooga University Sports Center, Chattanooga, TN Mitchell Daniels "Ladies and Gentlemen. My name is Cliff Vega. I'll be your announcer for today's meet. I'd like to be the first to welcome you all to the Chattanooga University Sports Center for today's wrestling dual, especially the Wyoming State University Moose wre...
Played sports my whole life, wrestling scholarship gave me a full ride to college. A month into my freshman year my high school sweetheart dumped me. I screwed any girl I could; worked my way thru the dorms; then got serious about training. I went celibate from the start of Thanksgiving break. Always boned in the morning, instead of jacking off; I threw myse...
While I was on my way to play tennis with Ben the first time the day after I had been taken several times during wrestling practice, I learned just how much of a hold Coach Seeman had over me. I was strolling along, racket case under my arm, when a big black limousine, with smoked windows rolled up beside me, the driver's window rolled down, and a big black...
"That's the last of the equipment inventoried, Bobby. You know why I stayed back with you this evening to help you do this, don't you?" "Yes, coach," Bobby, the manager of the university football team, said. He was trembling a bit and licking his lips. "OK, then. Hit the showers." "Yes, Coach." "Come here first." "Yes, Coach." Ed Tolivar, the football...
"It isn't over until it's over, fucker." Chris bumped my shoulder as he passed me, almost dumping me in the pool at the Natatorium. I'd say his expression was a mix of disappointment, determination, and more than a bit of a sneer. I said nothing, and I didn't respond to the aggression. I'm not sure I would have felt or reacted differently if I'd been just be...
As I look back on my coaching career, I can't help but smile. I have a respectable record of wins and season trophies, a long list of young men trained as sportsmen, and a couple of Most Valuable Teacher awards. I also keep a private list of names and telephone numbers. Men, you see, come in three varieties, and three only: * Curious (wants to try sex with...
"Matt, I need some help." Huh, I thought to myself. Why was it that people often called me when they needed assistance? Because I am a talented person, capable of handling a diverse selection of issues? Possibly. Or maybe it was due to the fact that I always kept my cool, no matter the obstacle. After years of dealing with other peoples' problems, though, I...
Hi, all! As much as I love writing series and longer stories, I also love doing smaller, hotter stories like this one. If anybody has any specific scenes, couplings, or any ideas they would like to see in a shorter story, I would love to hear it! Thank you for reading! *All sexual activity takes place with consenting adults over the age of 18*Scenes of unpr...