WRESTLING TEAM GONE WILD (Erotic Story)

[xoxoac]

You acting like you were forced to read this and as if there aren't entire ass books and other media that you can consume that you deem "decent and logical."

I actually couldn’t go pass chapter 5. Had to skip all the way to the end. It’s sad because the storyline had potential.

 

[madisonsbeer]

This was really well written but the ending was disappointing for me. It didn't really feel that satisfying. Yeah sure, Scott got his revenge, but this just felt... meh. I would've preferred an ending which was in-theme with the whole story and was even more sad and horrifying, like Scott finding the journal but deciding to submit to Coach regardless, or just have a really wholesome, but still gay, ending. Scott could've exposed the Coach but realised that the whole experience helped him find his identity and he ends up dating Travis or Victor or Damian or whoever. Yes, they all can be partly to blame for some things in the story, but ultimately, the Coach was the mastermind, and everyone who was misled and corrupted by him was just as much of a victim. Again, the writing was really good, so overall I did enjoy it.

 

[The Crimson Critic]

It's been a while since I read it, it was a staple of mine last year, but I'd be curious about which ships are the most popular. Maybe a poll? I should've come with that when the story was still fresh I know.

 

[Anime2]

This was really well written but the ending was disappointing for me. It didn't really feel that satisfying. Yeah sure, Scott got his revenge, but this just felt... meh. I would've preferred an ending which was in-theme with the whole story and was even more sad and horrifying, like Scott finding the journal but deciding to submit to Coach regardless, or just have a really wholesome, but still gay, ending. Scott could've exposed the Coach but realised that the whole experience helped him find his identity and he ends up dating Travis or Victor or Damian or whoever. Yes, they all can be partly to blame for some things in the story, but ultimately, the Coach was the mastermind, and everyone who was misled and corrupted by him was just as much of a victim. Again, the writing was really good, so overall I did enjoy it.

I also didn't like the ending but for different reasons. My push back to what you're saying is scott was manipulated at every turn if we're being honest he was groomed and SA. There was no room for him to actually genuinely think wait I like men. He was either manipulated or forced into sexual situations with men, and all the erections he thought he was getting from those scenarios were the drugs so again not actual geniune pleasure. And this is coming from me that and scott and Damian to be a thing

 

[Anime2]

It's been a while since I read it, it was a staple of mine last year, but I'd be curious about which ships are the most popular. Maybe a poll? I should've come with that when the story was still fresh I know.

I'm sure its damien and scott but maybe I'm biased

 

[The Crimson Critic]

Can we make polls to gauge the sentiment here? I think Scott and Damien is the most popular too. I feel like nobody would be 2nd, Travis 3rd and Victor 4th though I don't think either are gonna be that popular ships, and some twisted mfers are gonna say the coach.

 

[madisonsbeer]

I also didn't like the ending but for different reasons. My push back to what you're saying is scott was manipulated at every turn if we're being honest he was groomed and SA. There was no room for him to actually genuinely think wait I like men. He was either manipulated or forced into sexual situations with men, and all the erections he thought he was getting from those scenarios were the drugs so again not actual geniune pleasure. And this is coming from me that and scott and Damian to be a thing

No I agree with what you're saying, what I'm saying is that I wish after exposing Coach, Scott was able to think about it properly and realise that he could be gay, even unrelated to everything that took place in the story.

 

[Anime2]

No I agree with what you're saying, what I'm saying is that I wish after exposing Coach, Scott was able to think about it properly and realise that he could be gay, even unrelated to everything that took place in the story.

By the way I just want you to know that I'm not arguing with you I feel sometimes words can come across a certian way on this platform.

I'm with you I was hoping that damien and scott would end up seeing each other. There moments I thought they might have feelings for each other.

The only reason why I disagree with you is scott and travis were the only true straight people there. Travis was left alone but the coach had his eye on scott from the get go. If you remember before scott got sexually assaulted he was getting physically assaulted as well as being manipulated he didn't like what was going on from the start and questioned everything. To break him they had to convince him without taking "alpha sperm" he would lose testosterone and end up turning gay. When he went home for Christmas he felt like himself again he started watching porn and jerking off to girls.

The mind games went way to fair for me to think if he questions his sexuality its because he actually like guys. If you said this about amir then yeah he showed signs of actually liking what happened to him same with damien but I also feel Damian always liked boys so theres that

 

[jaboodytooty]

Not gonna lie, Scott passed the naive description, he’s just fully dumb

 

[danielXdemedici]

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 8: Coach’s pet no more (Part 1)

I had to shut down all social media, and all social interactions in real life for that matter. It felt like the whole world was talking about my dick!

The video of my fight with Strafer had become viral instantly on YouTube but it was removed shortly after. A wrestler cumming on his opponent in a middle of a match was not compliant with the community guidelines of the platform.

But the video had been reshared on various forums and literal porn websites since then, with my name and everything. I had thousands of new followers on Instagram the following night and I received texts from people I did not even know. Who gave these perverts my phone number?

In my entire life, I had never been that much at the centre of the attention but at the same time, I had never felt that alone. On the campus, everyone was treating me like I was dynamite, it was dangerous staying too close to me. The wrestling team was upset with me and all the attention I was getting and Travis just did no longer talk to me. He would come back to our dorm late at night and simply ignore me.

He had been right when he told me not to go compete in my state, but I still went, and now, I was paying the price.

Only Coach Ranson was on my side and supported me. At least, I still had him.

The next Monday, I went to his office first thing in the morning. I was not sure what I wanted to say, maybe I wanted to quit, all I knew was that I needed to talk to someone.

“Oh, my number 1 athlete!” The Head Coach said, enthusiastic, as I walked into his office.

“Hi, Coach.”

“You know, the whole country is talking about you, boy! You made it.”

“They’re talking about my… about what happened Coach, not about me.”

“The dean of the university personally asked me to thank you. You have put the Wolves team back on the map!”

I nodded politely. I thought I would be kicked away from the school. How did they not realize that I had brought shame and not pride to the university?

“Coach… I’m not sure that I can continue being part of the team.”

“What non-sense are you saying there, Russel? You are leading the championship in your category, you have performed excellently, and this is only the beginning.”

I lost patience.

“Coach! I have cummed on Strafer! In front of everyone! Everybody’s making fun of me, they have put me on gay porn websites!”

Coach Ranson sighed heavily. I was used to that.

“Sit.” He spoke.

I had never been capable of refusing any of his commands, I sat in front of his desk.

“First of all, Russel, don’t worry about your little incident on the mat. The only thing people will remember in the end is that you are a strong and healthy young man who scored points and who won the game. Second of all, the technique that you used during your last match has caught the attention of many professionals, I cannot tell you how many calls I had over the week-end with pros and other university wrestling coaches wanting to know more about this.”

He stood up and put his hand on my shoulder:

“You know, boy, you may have revolutionized the sport. Nothing in the rule says that using body fluids is forbidden and it fucking worked! I can tell you that you won’t be the last using this technique now that it has proven effective.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really! The Wisconsin’s Coach calls it the hose technique and he is a big fan!” He chuckled. “They should have called it the Russel technique if you want my opinion, but eh, nobody will be able to take this away from you.”

“Oh gosh… I’m glad they did not name it after me.”

“Russel, in a few years, I bet everyone will be spraying their juice on their opponents for a chance at victory. I’m sure this is what the audience wants and the federation is just glad to bring some attention to the sport. This is a win-win.”

I could not believe I had to state the obvious but it sure looked like it:

“But Coach, this is wrestling, not porn! We’re not going to cum on each other! And nobody can see my match unless you go on gay porn websites now!”

“Would you stop with your big words? You were not being anally penetrated by your opponent if I recall the match, right? And anyway, what were you doing on gay porn websites, again?”

“Again? What do you… Coach…? I… I was not! I… I was just looking on the Internet where my name and the video were being shared and I stumbled on…”

The Head Coach busted out laughing this time.

“Stumbling on gay porn! That’s rich! Ah yes, just like my brother-in-law said to his family when he was 18. 10 years later, he is married to his so-called roommate.”

I was getting red; I realized that this body reaction of embarrassment was happening very often in this office.

“I’m just joking Scotty. Who cares that you are gay…”

“I’m not!” I yelled, defensively, not too sure that it was proving my point.

“Well, good. As I said, nobody cares either way. At this point, you have some momentum and you got the attention of several professional wrestling teams across the nation. That could be your big break. So, what are you going to do? Leave and the only thing you will be remembered by will be that last match of yours, or keep on smashing it on the mat while you can be scouted by big agents?”

He was making a point there, quitting now would just be a total failure, if I could continue to wrestle all season, my incident would be overshadowed by other scandals, and in the meantime, I could rise to the top. Wrestling in the national US team had always been my dream.

“I don’t want to quit, Coach.” I said, a little more confidently.

He grabbed both of my shoulders in a very fatherly way.

“That’s my boy! Of course, you don’t want to quit. You do have a tendency to make a mountain out of a molehill but you’re a winner Russel!”

I smiled faintly. One problem remained.

“Although, I have to say, Coach, I don’t think the rest of the team will be too glad that I’m staying. Things are a little tense with them.”

“Oh yes… I thought about that. They’re frustrated, jealous, and instead of questioning themselves, they prefer hating on you.”

For once, I was glad he was recognizing that my concerns were valid.

“This is becoming really difficult to train with them, Coach.”

“I understand… And there is something else that could make it worse.”

He went back to his desk and got some paperwork out of a drawer. I was worried.

“What’s that?”

“A contract. Following the amount of attention we got during the last competition, the university board and the dean have picked our wrestling team to be featured in the university’s annual calendar this year. That’s a huge recognition.”

“I remember, the water polo team was picked last year.”

“Exactly, and their coach is not glad that they are being replaced.”

Coach Ranson pulled out the calendar, I had already seen it briefly but had not bought it. On the cover, Victor who was a freshman at the time, and two of his fellow members of the water polo teams were smiling while crossing their arms, wearing tiny golden speedos representing their sport.

The calendars generated some good revenues for the university every year and a good share of it were awarded to the team featured. As the wrestling team was still severely lacking funds, this could really help us out.

“That’s a great news! For all of us. Why do you think the other guys of the team would mind?” I asked.

“Well, you know the students are getting paid to be featured. Generally, not much, a few hundred dollars top. But given that you are the main reason we have been selected, I personally asked for you to be more generously compensated. I thought it was only fair.”

I was not expecting that, at all.

“Oh my god, thanks Coach… I… I kinda need the money.”

“I figured. We will propose to others members of the team to be featured but I have already your contract right there, I made sure your interests were secured and I negotiated a three thousand dollars allowance for you.”

“Three thousand!”

As a broke student, this represented a lot of money.

“Yes. For the shooting and the assignment of your image rights. You’re glad to have stayed in this team now, eh?”

“Well… yes… This will help me greatly to pay off my debts.”

“I’m glad, but as I said, the others might only be paid 300$, 400$ max so maybe it’s better that we keep that between us? They will probably be jealous enough that you’ll get the cover.”

“Yes, of course.”

I must admit, internally, I was beaming with pride.

“Here you go then, you can sign on the last page.”

The contract was nearly 40 pages long. Why the hell did it need to be so thick?

“What does the contract say, maybe I should take the time to…”

“Oh, just legal non-sense. The university wants to cover its ass, the photographer, Francis that you’ve already met when he shot the roster, wants to cover his ass too, and I pushed to cover your ass as well. It took us a few extra pages to get a version of the deal we were all fine with. It’s no longer negotiable at this stage. Basically, the photographer can use the photos for the official calendar of the school but also on social media and stuff like that where he can generate some money for himself, and you get 3K to show up for a single day of shooting.”

I still could not believe it. Three thousand dollars in just one day! Although, I still felt a bit itchy when I heard that Francis would do the pictures. I remembered how bad I had felt when I first saw the photographs he had shot during the roster on the university’s website homepage.

“Coach, I’m just worried that I won’t like the pictures or something.”

“Look, Francis is a professional and the whole nation just saw you cum on another guy, so maybe it’s a little late to be concerned about your image? I don’t see how much damage he can really do.”

I was taken aback but that was a fair point.

“Just tell me, Russel, you are signing this or not? The shooting is taking place in early November but I need to confirm that you agree today or I cannot maintain the 3K deal.”

“I’m gonna sign.” I said, looking at the water polo calendar he had on his desk. The picture on the cover looked great. It could be good publicity for me and I was not in a place to refuse this kind of money.

“You know, Russel, from time to time, some recognition for all that I am doing for you would be appreciated instead of constantly challenging me and my decisions. You know I have always your best interest in mind.”

“I’m sorry, Coach. I appreciate what you do for me. Really.”

He smiled.

“Now that this is settled, we still need to figure a way to get the team back on your side. I know I may have played favourite too much with you and I don’t want this to break the Wolves apart.”

“Travis would not even talk to me, Coach.”

“What do you think we can do? Maybe I should be less focused on you in the following weeks, what do you think?”

“Yes, that’s a good idea.”

“I’m not sure it would be enough though. They feel humiliated with you around. I will talk frankly with you. Maybe you don’t realize that, but besides your wrestling performance, your big dick can be quite intimating for them. They always feel inferior to you. And now, with the attention you are getting, they must hate you.”

I thought hate was a strong word but maybe he was right. My dick that I was so ashamed of, could that really be the problem?

“I don’t know why they should feel humiliated. I mean, I was the one being degraded in the locker-room by them!”

“Yes, I guess you’re right. Maybe you’re onto something Scott. Your fag ass did help to make them feel powerful at the time.”

That was not what I was getting at.

“I just meant, Coach, that’s unfair. They have already hazed me and mocked me, and now, they’re the ones we should help to feel more confident?”

“Look, no need to try to figure who is wrong or who is right. Sometimes, you just have to take one for the team. I’ll make sure to praise your teammates, to make them feel good about themselves, and I’m sorry but I think I’ll have to put you down during the next training.”

“Putting me down?”

Lost me here, sorry. This went from contrived to forced/ludicrous. Scott can't be both horrified at every new humiliation and consistently giving in, over a wrestling team that he was ready to quit the year before? Would a truly straight man think working at McDonald's was really worse than getting a cum bath? I am not sure what happens in the many pages below but I think I have to bow out.

 

[Anime2]

Not gonna lie, Scott passed the naive description, he’s just fully dumb

Lost me here, sorry. This went from contrived to forced/ludicrous. Scott can't be both horrified at every new humiliation and consistently giving in, over a wrestling team that he was ready to quit the year before? Would a truly straight man think working at McDonald's was really worse than getting a cum bath? I am not sure what happens in the many pages below but I think I have to bow out.

I also felt like scott was super dumb I didn't get how any of this was working on him. In my opinion it was barely mainpulation it was all pretty obvious what has going on.

However the author did reply back and say there was more information on how the mainpulation worked in the spin off. And in regards to scott how in this story scott is just hyper naive jock.

 

[Skagen Krauss]

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 13: Wrestling Team Gone Wild (Part 1)

Following the controversial practice which had been dedicated to the mastering of the infamous “hose technique”, the entire team got hard, rubbed themselves and cummed on my ass for the next three training sessions. Alberto’s concerns were not going to stop Coach Ranson from following his training plan.

A couple of guys, including Travis, decided to opt out from implementing the hose technique but overall, pretty much everyone else got accustomed to the idea that a wrestling match may imply cumming on his opponent. Through the singlet of course, no homo.

I, too, got used to being jizzed on by my teammates.

The Head Coach insisted that the other wrestlers needed more practice with their ejaculation while I had already proven that I was able to ejaculate at the perfect timing during a key match. All I needed to learn was to get comfortable with being on the receiver hand. Coach Ranson thought I would be a primary target given my history in the matter. I did not doubt that.

Only at the last practice, I had been authorized to put my singlet on to recreate the actual conditions of the match. By this point, almost everybody in the team could cum on command while I was bare ass, so finally, they had to perfectionate their technique while I was wearing my singlet.

At the end of that final practice, my white singlet was drenched with my teammates’ cum and Travis almost puked when I brought it home. I have to admit, it was quite gross, all that cum drying on the fabric, becoming one with it.

From this day forward and no matter how much time I would spend washing the freaking singlet, I had never been able to squash the odour of cum from my gear. It was like it was part of the lycra fabric and my whole body smelt like cum every time I would wear it (and frankly, for several hours after that).

A ridiculous thought went through my mind once, what if I were to smell like cum forever? Could I still date a girl? Would not she be disgusted?

Although, as Coach Ranson had rightfully pointed out, my opponents being grossed out by my uniform could only work in my favour. “Try to concentrate on a move while you feel like you are fighting with a used condom!” His words, not mine.

He even advised me to pour some more jizz on my singlet. Not my own sperm though, we were not allowed to ejaculate freely during competition time, which was pretty much all the time now, so I was supposed to find other “suppliers”.

I did not go that far. At least, not at that point, I still had my limits. But as for the smell, just like so many other things, I was getting accustomed to it.

Thankfully, no one attempted to do the exercise naked like Damian did the first time and they were all keeping their singlets on, while humping me. As long as I did not feel their dicks right in my ass, I was fine.

It was surreal at first, but I did not want to be like Alberto, stuck in the old ways. I just had to roll with wherever the sport was taking me, especially now that I was at the top of the leading board.

In the rare occasions that I would complain, someone would remind me that this new technique had been implemented only because of me, after my match with Strafer, and I was the one who had turned this noble sport nasty. I hated when they said that, because I knew that they were right.

By the time we were preparing for the final competitions of the semester, I had overcome all of my insecurities. I could not believe how uncomfortable I was with my body at the beginning of the year. Just getting nude in the locker-room was enough to give me anxiety!

And now, I was proud to be featured in the university’s naked calendar!

Early in December, I received a copy of the University’s Wrestling Calendar. I was the cover boy. Sure, it attracted some more jealousy but I could not care less. I deserved that spot!

Featured alone, shot from the back, the cover was a picture of my naked body, looking at the horizon, the sun rising before me. My big fat ass was fully exposed, but I only got compliments for this picture. People loved it, girls and guys alike, and they were right! My ass was muscular, prominent, strong and my wrestler’s body was now very well defined. I was actually proud of me.

Some weird ideas even crossed my mind as I was studying the photograph. I came to understand some of Eli and Damian’s dirty talks about me, I would have fucked that beautiful ass too…

Inside the calendar, the pictures were beautiful. Do not get me wrong, I still thought that the shooting had gotten way out of hands but I had to admit that the final edit looked amazing. Francis was very talented.

January was a picture of Damian Feytons, facing the camera. The photograph was cut out right below his pubes, if you looked carefully, you could see the top of his penis but the pose in itself was quite stunning.

All pictures were in black and white and Damian actually looked like a supermodel on this one. His pecs and abs were highlighted as his body was semi wet. No wonders the girls kept on throwing themselves at him.

February featured a group shot including Eli, Tom, Cory and I. Our bodies were all oiled up and we were apparently ready to fight one another. I was not too sure exactly when it was taken, we had tried so many combinations to get the perfect shot in the gym.

On this one, I was a bit bent over in my jockstrap and Eli and Coty were both dominating me. Tom was standing on the side lines. I was not too keen to show this to my family or too happy that the whole university was about to see it, but again, it remained artsy and tasteful.

Robert de Portier had told me that he loved this particular shot very much; it was his new screen saver. “Purely for artistic reasons”, he had said. Sure…

March may have been my personal favourite. It was a portrait of Travis, his face shot in close up. So pure, with a great lighting. If we were still best friends, or just friends, I would have advised him to use this as his profile picture on all social media. He looked like one of these models featured in fragrance commercials.

However, given the state of our relationship, - we were barely saying hello to each other -, I kept my thoughts to myself. He would surely accuse me of being gay again!

April and May featured various groups in the showers, once again, you could see the top of Damian’s dick on one shot, and Amir’s bare hairy ass on the other but it was not too crude, at least, as far as naked calendars go. Again, I had feared the worst after the actual shooting! They could have picked way more revealing pictures.

June was probably the most daring shot. It featured Feytons and I leaning against the bench outside, barely hiding our respective (large) cocks with our hands. This picture had got the most comments and talks around the school. Even with the black and white setting, one could clearly see our dicks and there was no doubt that we were packing big meaty dicks.

Damian was very proud of the shot so I tried to align myself with his attitude. I had learned than being embarrassed would only make things worse. My level of confidence was not reaching Damian’s yet but I had to remind myself that I had been paid way more than him to pose this way…

July featured a single shot of Amir. August was showcasing a fight between Travis and I in our jockstraps, all oiled up. I could barely recognize ourselves; we were definitely no longer innocent teens!

September was a stunning shot of Harry, taken from the back, in the shower. The pearls of water looked like they were moving on the photograph, sliding on his round ass cheeks. Again, I had to applaud Francis’ abilities.

October was a shot of Tom, lying down on a locker-room’s bench with just a small towel falling from his thighs but which was enough to cover his dick, not sufficient to hide his ginger pubes though.

November was a picture were most of us had our singlets on. Ironically, this photograph was more revealing than most of the naked ones, our singlets being practically translucent and so tight than all of our dicks were compressed and fully visible against the fabric.

Finally, for the month December, the eight athletes were joking around semi naked in a somewhat natural scene in the locker room. I knew the behind the scenes of this shot, the atmosphere was very tense in reality, but under the angle Francis had chosen, it was telling a whole new story.

The picture rather gave the impression that the other wrestlers were lightly teasing me. My ass was partly visible as I was in the nude and they were looking at it, smiling. It looked like a good spirited fun after an intense wrestling competition.

Overall, I was relieved there was no really obscene stuff even if I still found some of the shots a bit too revealing. Maybe I should not have worried that much, it was a university calendar, the photographs had to be approved by the school board after all. Still, the past experiences had led me to be very cautious.

Victor still considered that we had totally made the calendar pornographic compared to the merely sexy pictures in speedos they had produced the year before with the water polo team. He joked about that a lot. It looked like Victor was carrying the calendar everywhere he went! I figured that he was just jealous of the success of the calendar. No edition had ever sold that much copies!

No doubt, I would have felt very differently about those pictures three months prior – just thinking about my reaction when the roster was revealed can give you an idea -, but I had made so much progress since then.

A few days before our next big competition, we were all strictly forbidden to cum whatsoever so the final training sessions of the season involved actually working on the accuracy of our moves. Finally, it was time for Travis to shine again! Well, somewhat. The prior weeks had hurt his confidence and it was showing on the mat, on the contrary, I was more eager and more precise than ever!

As I was taking my distance with Travis, weirdly, Damian and I got a bit closer. We were the most committed to the team and to Coach Ranson’s methods, who was now praising the both of us to the other athletes.

Now that he was included in the spotlight, Damian was nicer to me.

Once he told me:

“Dude, I appreciate what you do for the team, really. Not everyone could take those loads of cum and be ok with that. I mean, you must have received what, something like 5 gallons of jizz in your ass since the beginning of the month! You’re a good guy.”

I guessed that I was a good guy, a team player. I did not care to correct that the cum was mostly on my ass, not inside of it.

After all this time, I had finally found my place within the team. While I was becoming a cum receptacle on the mat, the hazing and mockery had ceased in the locker-rooms. Damian’s new attitude towards me had probably played a major role in that.

At this point, I was a bit confused about my sexuality but as we were forbidden to cum, I could not go watch some straight (or gay?) porn to assess whether girls were still a turn on for me or not. I did decide it was not worth to wreck my brain around it, I had only one goal: performing on the mat!

Both Damian and I scored great results in the two competitions which followed and which were ending the semester.

During both events, we had the confirmation that most of the teams were now ready to go the extra mile to win their matches and most of the athletes were hard as soon as they were entering the mat.

Travis was clearly destabilized but surprisingly at some point, tired of being dominated by his opponents, he presented himself with a hard on as well. He had just watched tons of porn in the locker-room and jumped on the other guy as if he was literally about to fuck him. He did win that match!

The atmosphere in the arenas had changed. The family crowd had been replaced by important groups of guys, some of them wearing strange combination of leathers, some others holding cards or posters with our names, (often my own name!), on them.

Yes, I had my fans!

I am not stupid, I did hear the rumours about wrestling becoming a gay sport, but the bleachers were filled and everyone was talking about the Wolves within the University and potentially, even within the State!

Despite all of the fuzz regarding the hose technique, only three or four guys did end up cumming during their matches and in each instance, it did not influence the results at all. Everybody had been made aware this may happen and we were all pretty much prepared.

When my opponent, a black guy three years older than me but still competing in the 149 lbs class, cummed right along my thigh, I just took advantage of his orgasm to pin him down against the mat and win my match. The guy was shook and I rubbed my stiffed dick on his back with a large smile on my face. The audience was going wild!

As for me, I was hard pretty much 24/7. Not only during the matches, but every single hour of the day… and night!

Doctor Peterson explained to me that it had everything to do with the guys cumming on me during training. According to the doc, absorbing that much proteins was making my testosterones levels go way up. The only problem was: I had to keep it all in me to be at the top of my game when it came to the decisive matches.

In any case, “cum is good for you” was the motto of the Doctor.

[Chapter 13 continues below]

The infamous "Hose Technique" aftermath!

 

[Anime2]

The infamous "Hose Technique" aftermath!

what the hell happened here

 

[Skagen Krauss]

what the hell happened here

He came and pissed a bit. Just like Coach Ranson wanted.

 

[Floydkeepter]

The infamous "Hose Technique" aftermath!

What's a hose technique?

 

[diseasedarchon]

What's a hose technique?

lol Did you read the story?

 

[BBCKing78]

I'm sure its damien and scott but maybe I'm biased

Scott and Damien for me as well

 

[Skagen Krauss]

Coach Ranson