Wrestling 101

From: Troy M. Grant

Picture: Uncredited

Published in: Torso, October 2008

Hot instructor teaches twink the basics of cocksucking

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Gym sucked in high school but it was my favorite class in my freshman year of college. The course I selected for my mandatory P.E. credit was Wrestling 101. I loved wrestling, but that's not what made the class my favorite. That honor went to my instructor, a 28-year-old blond hunk named Brandon.

I was a horny 19-year-old and wrestling around with the other college guys made my dick twitch in my jock. All those sinewy chests, bulging biceps, tight asses and big bulges filled me with lust. I checked out the other young studs as much as I dared, and then, without fail, rushed to my dorm room or a nearby restroom to jerk off. I lusted over all the hunks I wrestled, but the instructor Brandon made my cock throb. He had an incredible bod and looked awesome in his singlet. I yearned to see him naked, and never failed to shoot a thick, juicy load while I fantasized about us getting it on.

Brandon was a god. I know I gawked at him more than I should've. I couldn't take my eyes off his golden hair, finely chiseled face, broad chest, tight little ass, and impressive bulge. Just thinking about him made my cock ooze. I was in agony.

Wrestling 101 was my chance to steal glances at my instructor. I carefully checked out his firm, sculpted body, storing up images for future reference. I never looked at him for more than a few seconds at a time, but my lust-filled eyes devoured every detail. When I got back to my dorm room, I lay on my bed and gazed at mental images of Brandon in a way I couldn't with the real Brandon in class. I drank my fill of that beautiful face and form. Before I had drank deeply, however, the desire began. Along with the bulge in my jeans, a yearning ache awakened and intensified. It was a sweet pain--the delicious bite of intense sexual desire.

I didn't touch myself immediately, but let the tension Build--all the while watching Brandon's graceful movements in my mind. When the ache became nearly unbearable I lightly caressed the growing mound through the fabric of my jeans. I rubbed, then grasped, then fondled. Slowly, I loosened my belt. I pulled down the zipper, relishing in its delicate sound, hinting of the pleasure to come. I grasped the band of my shorts and pulled them down, imagining Brandon's beautiful body as I wrapped my hand around my throbbing shaft and began stroking, up and down. My fantasies of Brandon intensified. I pictured the hard muscle of his chest and imagined myself kissing it, licking it, chewing on it. I pictured his bulging biceps, with the hard, baseball-sized muscles flexing under my fingers.

My hand moved to my nuts. My balls felt heavy as I rubbed and fondled them. I couldn't keep my hands off my cock, however. My throbbing, oozing tool demanded attention. I wrapped my fist around it once more and stroked harder and faster, imagining Brandon's beautiful lips wrapped around my dickhead and sliding down my pulsing shaft. I writhed on the bed and said out loud, "Oh, Brandon! Do me, baby! Suck my cock, stud!" My strokes became frantic. I writhed on the bed. The pressure welled in my nuts, coursed up my shaft, and exploded in a sticky shower of hot cum. I lay back, gasping for breath. Minutes after getting my rocks off, my pole grew stiff once more with thoughts of Brandon. I had to have him! I just had to!

My obsession and lust for his incredible body made me bold. I'd do it! I risk everything for a chance to make my dream come true. I was in college now, I could take the chance. What if everyone knew I was hot for my instructor? I could live with it. I had to try!

The next day during class I admired Brandon openly for the very first time. He was so fucking sexy in his singlet. I was mesmerized by the way his pecs pushed against the thin material and even more so by his huge bulge. I had never before beheld such a god. Brandon could have easily been the subject for some Greek sculptor long ago. The feelings the sight of his taut, sculpted body aroused in me were almost painful. My cock was throbbing and my nuts ached with desire.

After class, I chatted him up. He seemed content to remain with me in the gym while his other students went on their way. Brandon was so fucking hot sitting there in his singlet. It was all I could do to keep myself from reaching out and groping him. The sight of him drove me out of my mind with lust. I trembled. I looked around. We were alone. I thought to myself: It's now or never.

I drew in a breath and lightly placed my hand on Brandon's left leg. He didn't pull away. Then I gently rubbed back and forth as I spoke to him, working my way to his inner thigh, moving ever so slowly. I was as hard as a rock and had to fight to keep my breath under control. I just knew that he would stop me at any second, but just touching his thigh was an erotic experience. I knew Brandon might push me away, kick me out of his class, but at least I'd have this.

My actions, and the words that soon slipped from my mouth, didn't even seem to be my own. "What do you say we go somewhere ... private?" I suggested. I actually ran my hand over the bulge in his singlet and groped him. Brandon let out a moan of contentment and spread his legs a little wider. That was all the answer I needed. I was in a daze. "You have a place?" I asked.

"No. I have roommates. They'll be home."

"My dorm room isn't safe. My roommate could walk in," I said. I was desperate. I would not let this chance slip away! "Do you have a car?"

"Sure."

"Let's drive somewhere."

We were soon in his car. A few minutes later we were out of town and on the country roads. Soon after that, Brandon pulled off onto a long drive leading back to an abandoned farm. He parked the car. I attacked him. I pulled him to me and kissed him. A wave of pleasure and desire ripped through my young body. Our lips parted and our tongues entwined. I ran my hands over the hard muscle of his chest and along his rippling pecs. I pulled down the straps of his singlet and he pulled off my shirt.

We got out of the car and stripped each other down to our shorts. I was wearing soft cotton boxers while he was in only in a bulging jockstrap. The sight of him standing there with the hot sun beating down on his beautiful body drove me insane with lust. Then I followed the faint trail of hair that led from his navel to his crotch.

Brandon's cock pressed against the thin mesh of his jock, vainly attempting to break free. I traced the outline of his long, thick pole through the jock. I fondled his nuts. He moaned and pressed his bulge toward me. I dropped to my knees and looked up into his eyes as I pressed my lips to his pouch. His face possessed an erotic beauty that elevated me to a new level of desire. I massaged his hardening shaft with my lips and mouthed his nuts. I groped his naked butt-cheeks as I chewed on his pouch with greater intensity. I could feel his pole growing harder and thicker by the minute. His ass-cheeks were firm. Everything about my horny instructor was hard and muscular.

I pulled down Brandon's jock, revealing his long, thick cock for the first time. Seven and a half pulsing inches of manhood slapped back against his hard abs, just begging to be sucked. I reached out and grasped his cock, slowly stroking it while I watched his handsome face. I licked his cock from base to tip. It was hard and smooth and tasted of virile young manhood, and it drove me wild with desire.

I took the head of his cock between in my mouth and it throbbed and flexed between my lips. I massaged it and pulled in a little more of his shaft. Brandon moaned and groaned as I took his cock little by little. I wanted this memory to last and to enjoy it to the fullest. I swallowed more and more of his long, flexing pole and probed it with my tongue. Soon I felt his dickhead pressing against the back of my throat. I wanted to take him in all the way. By relaxing my throat muscles, I was slowly able to slide his tool down my throat. It took some time but eventually I had my lips wrapped around the base of his cock. My nose was buried in his blond pubes. His manly scent drove me wild with lust.

I looked up at him to see him watching me with his dreamy green eyes. Still keeping my eyes locked to his, I ran my lips back up his long, thick dick until only the head was within my lips, then quickly sucked it back down to the base.

Then I focused totally on sucking him harder and faster. I couldn't get enough of his dick! I loved sucking his cock. Brandon pushed me down onto the grass and squirmed around until he could get at my boxers. While I continued to suck on his rod, he fondled my equipment and tugged my boxers down. He licked my stiff pole and pulled it into his mouth. He was as hungry for my dick as I was for his. He slid his lips down my shaft, massaging it with his tongue.

We sucked each other in a hot sixty-nine for a long time. I was in cock-sucking heaven, and felt like I was constantly on the verge of orgasm. I had to fight hard to keep my nuts under control while I sucked cock like a madman. And Brandon's own work on my rod filled me with a wild pleasure and lust. There was no way either of us could hold out for long. A lust-filled charge swelled in my nuts, surged through the length of my throbbing cock, and exploded in a torrent of hot, sticky cum, filling Brandon's gulping mouth to overflowing. Seconds later, I received a wave of sweet, jock juice, so much that I couldn't begin to suck it all down. Spurt after spurt of delicious jock-cream spewed from his cock. I sucked him hard for more and he pumped my mouth full of his sweet jizz--while my own cock unleashed a flood of sticky jizz.

My orgasm was so powerful I could feel it throughout my flexing, heaving body. It was so intense I was lost in the sensation, entirely focused on my cock and Brandon's. Exhausted, our nuts emptied, we collapsed upon each other and lay there, chests heaving, in sexual bliss. We wrapped our arms around one another and necked for hours in the hot, late afternoon sun. Before we drove away that evening, we blew each other again. As Brandon dropped me off at my dorm, I was getting hard yet again.

The next day before Wrestling 101 he gave me a knowing smile. He pulled me to the side and whispered, "My apartment, tonight. My roommates will be gone." You can bet I didn't turn down that invitation. I still stole glances of Brandon during class, but now, instead of fantasy material, it was a preview f coming attractions.