WRESTLING TEAM GONE WILD (Erotic Story)

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 13: Wrestling Team Gone Wild (Part 2)

Between my singlet reeking cum, the dried-up sperm on my ass (did I mention that I was advised not to clean myself after being jizzed on by my teammates), and the amounts of semen I was strictly maintaining in my balls, I was like a concentrate of testosterones on a stick. At least, that was Coach Ranson said when he used me as an example of the kind of commitment he was looking for from each member of the team.

So that I could keep my focus, the Head Coach was now also supplementing me daily with his home-made energy drinks. Needless to say. I did not lose any of my match and my dick exploded a couple of times on my adversaries during our very last competition! Truly epic.

I had remained unbeaten in my class weight for the entire semester! It had not happened in years, if it could stay that way for the entire season until June, I would make history.

Travis was now looking at me as a wild animal. I was wandering in our dorm room fully hard at all times, often wearing just a jockstrap. Honestly, I was still uncomfortable with wearing that outfit in the dorms, but at the same time, it amused me a bit to make Travis feel uncomfortable due to my pretended gayness. I thought he deserved this after the humiliations he had put me through!

It was not like my life was perfect, who would be happy to restrict his diet every single day, not being able to cum until you were on a mat in front of thousands of people, being jizzed on by his teammates several times a week? Not many people… But those were the sacrifices I had accepted to make in order to succeed.

Victor, Travis, and the others, they could talk behind my back, I was becoming a champion and they could not take this away from me.

“Can we talk?”

It was the last day of the semester and Travis and I were packing our stuff in our dorm room. We were going back to our respective families during the break. For the first time in weeks, Travis had said a few words to me, other than “hey” or “bye”.

“You want to talk to me, now? You ain’t scared I’m going to turn you into a fag?”

Ok, this was a low blow but I had built so much resentment against Travis in the last few months, it was hard to remain cordial.

He sighed.

“Whatever, forget it.”

I was already regretting snapping back at him. I truly missed my friend.

“Sorry Trav… What did you want to say?”

“Nothing. Just drop it.”

“Oh, come on Travis. I’m sorry, ok. I don’t want us to keep on fighting.”

He sat on his bed and looked at me intensely for a while.

“Dude, neither do I. I hate this tension between us. I don’t even know why we’re going at each other.”

It was like a huge weight had been instantly lifted off my shoulders and I sat next to him.

“Yeah… I think it’s cause of those rumours, and like, the training is intense and…”

“The training is not intense, bro. This is plainly insane.”

“I know.” I said with a grin.

“I’m serious, Scott. It’s like wrestling is the only thing that matters now.”

“It is though!”

How could he pretend that anything else in the World was more important than a wrestling match? Had he lost his mind?

“No! I mean, it is important. But dude, I think Coach Ranson is not right. The things that are happening at practice now and at the competitions, it’s not ok. It’s going too far.”

“Yes, it’s a lot. But sport at a high level is always like that. See how those gymnast girls are hurting their bodies? It’s just a matter of sacrifices. You just have to be ready to make them!”

“Sacrifices! Scott, this has nothing to do with wrestling anymore! You just go on the mat, you take your position, and the other guys nut on you. That’s not about the sport, that’s just fag shit!”

I stood up and took a step back.

“So, here we are again, you’re going to tell me that I’m a fag! That’s what this is all about!”

“No! Not you! The whole thing. Actually, I don’t give a damn if you’re gay or not. Dude, I think the Coach has brainwashed you, brainwashed all of us!”

“Funny you say that, now! When you were among the Coach’s favourite and buddy-buddy with Damian and Eli, you were more than happy to make me twerk for you in the locker room! Laughing with the other guys! And now that you’re losing your spot in the team, we’re being brainwashed! How fucking convenient.”

He looked at his bare feet.

“I’m sorry Scott. I should not have done that. If you knew how much I regret not putting a stop to this locker-room bullshit before.”

I was a bit disconcerted by this last remark. He really did seem to feel bad.

“What’s your point, Trav?”

“I’m your best friend Scott and I am worried about you.”

“Why? I’ve never been so in shape, so strong, I’m at the top of my game!”

“I’m not talking about the sport, Scott! I’m talking about you! You are no longer acting as yourself. You barely only eat the Coach’s supplements, you no longer go out, date, or even play videos games. You just stay here, fucking hard, in your jockstrap, smelling cum! It’s like all you think about is pleasing the Coach!”

“You’re just saying that…” I replied, although he had made some good points.

“Bro, do you remember when we were discussing the Coach’s methods at the beginning of the year! You were telling me that the Coach was crazy, making you wear your singlet 24/7! Well, you were right, but now, it’s like you do not even realize that this is all wrong anymore!”

“What do you want me to do? Quit the Wolves?”

“Well, yes! You should! You should take a step back and I’m telling you…”

I cut him off.

You have to understand, at this point, I was in so deep, I could not hear what Travis was telling me. I could not let him say such things. He was destroying everything I had built in the past four months! My trust in the Coach could not be based on a lie.

“Damn… So, you really want me to quit! This whole conversation finally makes sense now. Since you have nothing on me on the mat, the only thing that you have found to beat me in the global rankings is to make me quit!”

“What? No, this has nothing to do with that! What the hell are you talking about? I don’t give a single fuck about my rankings!”

“I guess that explains why your results are so low!”

He jumped off his bed, ready to punch me. He stopped himself though, his fist a few inches from my nose.

“Fuck you, Scott. You’re just as bad as the Coach, as they all are! Do what you fucking want, but me, I’m out.”

He got out of our room slamming the door, only wearing his shorts. He did not come back until the next morning to collect his stuff. I barely got any sleep that night, I could not believe that after convincing me to stay with him in the team, Travis was now so jealous of me that he wanted me to quit!

We did say a quick goodbye to each other when he came back to take his stuff, it was very awkward.

“I think I’ll change room if that’s fine with you. For next semester, I mean.”

He said, almost in a whisper. I could have broken down crying but I pretended that it was fine.

“Sure… This is probably for the best.”

And just like that, there was nothing else to say. Our friendship had been degrading for weeks and we had reached the breaking point.

A couple of hours later, I was in the train back to my parents’ place, defeated.

I was mad at Travis. I was at an all-time high, winning my games, breaking records, finally getting along with the team and he had ruined all of it. It was like he was trying to crush me after all the efforts I had to make to get to where I was.

I was going on and on about it in my mind and I tried to think about something else.

I could use the couple hours of the train ride to finally take the time to read the (numerous!) comments on the calendar that I had received in the last few weeks on my Instagram. After this hellish fight with Travis, I needed some ego boost.

My Instagram had exploded with followers lately, thousands and thousands of them. Again, this was mostly guys and not the fans of sport kind of guys.

Given the nature of their comments and/or their profile pictures, I assumed that most of them were gays. I mean, there were girls too! Hot girls! And some guys who seemed really interested in my wrestling performance, asking me for diet or working-out advice. But they were clearly not in the majority.

Alone in the train, I was going through my DMs and a genuine smile had returned on my face.

“You’re a fucking champ. Unbeaten during the course of six competitions! That’s just crazy mate.”

“That fucking ass babe, love it!”

“We’re all so fucking proud of you, Scott! Would you send signed posters of the calendar?”

Sure, some of the comments were overly sexual and would make me cringe, but a lot of the feedback I was receiving, well including the sexual ones, were positive and encouraging!

A few of them were very grossed though.

Like this guy “WrestingFan69” who literally sent me a gay porn in my DMs.

“Can you do the same thing but customized for me?” He asked.

I scrolled down. Just for a few seconds, it was enough to see a guy being jizzed right on his asshole by a huge dick. It was quite disgusting. Volleys and volleys of cum were being sprayed on a very large ass. Hairy legs of other guys were surrounding the two main porn-stars. Must have been a gay gangbang I thought, I had never seen one before.

I almost blocked the guy but then, as I was about to click “block”, I had a weird feeling in my stomach.

Thinking about it, the ass in the video looked familiar.

Out of curiosity, I went back to the video. This time, I watched the full minute of it. The guys were in a locker-room. You could not see any of the faces but the ass featured was very similar to mine… except… no… It was not similar… It was mine!

My heart skipped a bit.

I looked around me, terrified that someone else in the train had seen it.

It felt like a dream, or rather a nightmare. How?! When?!

Damn, it was me! No doubt! We were in the locker-room the day of the shooting of the calendar! I remembered this perfectly, now. I was surrounded by Amir, Eli, Tom… and of course Damian who exploded on my hole! I twerked for them, I winked my hole at them, I did everything to make them blow their loads! We had to continue on with the shooting, I had to make them cum!

But someone was filming? Right! The Behind the Scenes! Robert de Portier or Francis?! How could I let them record this? I freaking knew there were cameras around!

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I had been so stupid!

Now trembling, I clicked again on the video. It was awful to watch now that I knew it was me. The more I was looking at it, the more I was recognizing myself and my huge fag ass. Everybody would now it was me! That guy, Wrestlingfan69, knew it was, he had contacted me on my personal Instagram!

I noticed another detail. The video was watermarked with a username. It did not take me more than a few seconds to find a Onlyfans page link.

People ten rows before me in the train could probably hear my heart beating. Despite the fact that I was still sitting down and it was freezing outside, I was drenched with sweat.

I clicked on the link.

My mother was waiting for me in the station, I was supposed to be there in less than five minutes. How could I even look at her? I had just found out that I was a Pornstar! A gay Pornstar!

Maybe this was not bad, I was praying. Maybe this was an isolated thing. The guy “WrestlingFan69” knew Francis, or was Francis?!

I was not subscribed to the Onlyfans page so I could not see the videos, but hundreds of posts were apparently available.

I understood that this would not be an isolated incident when I realized that the profile picture on the page was another picture of me. A shot which had not been released in the calendar but which was coming from the same shoot. It was very similar to the cover shot unless I was bending over on that one. Did I really do that? Oh fuck, I did!

The bio said:

“On this page, you’ll get an exclusive and UNCENSORED look at the steamiest, raunchiest, filthiest College Wrestling Team! Be a fly on the wall in the locker-rooms, get up-close and personal with the athletes. 100% real and genuine, actual College Wrestlers in the nude, playing with each other… And more!”

I almost threw up. My life was over.

The page was called: Wrestling Team Gone Wild.

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I knnnneeeeewwwww it hahahahahaha. I called it I had a feeling the stuff were creating porn content.

Also this is my favourite chapter so far I’m glad tables have turned for Russell. Also travis as I’ve mentioned so many times is a trash friend and he basically admits it. And I’m glad Russell pulls him up on it especially on the coach’s methods, he didn’t have a problem when Russell was suffering but now that Travis is the black sheep all of a sudden he can see the coach is brainwashing everyone kmt please

 

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I don’t know how you done it but I’m beginning to like Damien ‍

I hate how he treated Scott but I guess it came down to him not getting any attention from the coach. But now that he’s doing well and he’s sharing the top spot with Scott he’s ok.
Does Damien like Scott because the way he treats him it comes across that way

 

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Ohhhhh we still want revenge on the staff. The coach and is irritating but that doctor that annoying photographer and that stupid Robert really just to be be punished. The coach and the doctor keep giving Scott this viagra shake and for some reason he hasn’t noticed honestly how hasn’t he every time he drinks it he gets hard

 

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Damien and Scott

 

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Chapter 18 will be posted here tomorrow.

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Chapter 18 will be posted here tomorrow.

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Brilliant, let the drama continue

 

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 18: Ersatz (Part 1)

It felt too damn good to finally be back on the mat. Only there, I was feeling like myself, like I was worth something.

With the new supplements given by Doctor Peterson and the Head Coach, I felt more focus and eager than I ever was. Wrestling practice was very intense and three to four times a week, Coach Daniel and Coach Ranson were pushing us to our absolute limits for the competitions to come in February.

Some of the wrestlers had left the Wolves and only the most committed were still in it. My life had not been easy lately, and I needed some wins. I thought that if I were to smash it during the next comps, I could find back some of my self-esteem and remember what I was fighting for.

The only problem was my libido which was all fucked up again. Things had somewhat come back to normal during the holidays, but now, it was worse than ever! I was no longer jerking off following the doctor’s advice (we were still waiting for the results of the tests made on my semen) but I was hard 24/7. Quite literally.

It was so awkward in my dorm room with Victor staring right at my dick most of the times… But what could I say? I could not be mad at him; I was the horny elephant in the room!

At the end of one particularly intense training session where I had rubbed my hard dick against each of my teammates – do not get me wrong, I was fine with that, they had jizzed on me more times than I could count, - I went to Coach Ranson’s office to discuss this issue.

I was no longer embarrassed of getting hard during trainings or during the matches, most of the athletes were sporting stiffed cock anyway since the hose technique had become a common thing, but I thought the new supplements he was giving me may have been affecting my libido. It had really become out of control since I had started taking them.

Thinking of which, I had never been more turned on during the first semester than when I was drinking the shakers from the Coach!

I was very surprised when Coach Ranson simply admitted that it was true. Just like it was no big deal.

“Well, of course. Those are boosters filled with vitamins, proteins and testosterone. It’s not really a surprise it should make your dick go up at times…”

“Coach, you have been giving me Viagra?!”

“Always the big words with you! It’s just a common side effect of protein shakes, I guess you’re just a horny little boy. Aggressivity, commitment, focus, sex-drive, all of those go together. There is no secret on why women are so inferior to men in sports and, if you want my opinion, in all life’s areas where it matters, they are missing something that we have.” He grabbed his balls to make his point: “Our manhood. The source of our power.”

“But… I… I just cannot have erections all the time.”

“You really do not accept yourself as a man, Scott. Men do get hard! Why should you feel embarrassed about that? It’s only in our nature. What would you prefer? Having a clit between your legs?”

“No, but…”

“Why do you think we have forbidden you to cum? For our own pleasure? Of course not! I am just following science. When your balls are full, you’re more aggressive, more dedicated, more of an athlete! Once you nut, you lose all of this manly energy. The more you can get to the edge, the better you are on the mat. Can you deny that?”

“I don’t deny that. It’s just… Coach, it’s all the time. Lately, I just cannot seem to get it down…”

It was embarrassing but the Head Coach had to get it. I was not complaining about getting hard during a couple of matches, my whole life was now spent with a huge monster, fully awake and dripping in my pants.

“And where’s the harm in that? It should make you feel powerful!”

“The teachers, the girls, they see it! They look at me! They think I’m a freak. You know that I cannot hide my… well, my genitals.”

“Come on, Scotty. I am sure that everybody just thinks you are a healthy young man! Sure, it would be easier if you did not have this insane horse dick of yours but eh, is that my fault? Trust me, nobody cares. Myself, I have seen too much of your hard dick already but I have decided to move pass it. Aren’t you glad that I chose to ignore all the times your dong got hard in front of me? I suggest you do the same.”

I had a weird feeling in my stomach, it was the first time that the Coach was referring to the incident which had occurred at his place during the Christmas holidays. I still could not believe I had slipped in the Coach’s bed, naked, with a full hard on. But maybe I was imagining stuff, maybe he was just talking about seeing my cock during practice, not about the night at his place…

“Yes, Coach… But if I really want to cum, I should…”

“No way. Boy, the whole point for you is to learn to control yourself, your manhood, your energy. You really cannot let that dick controls you. Besides, it is just not safe until we have your results from the lab.”

“Not safe… Why?”

“Don’t worry yourself with that for now, just learn how to follow my instructions. When have I ever been wrong?”

As often, the discussion kept going for a while but I ended up with more bottles of supplements and making another promise not to ejaculate before I was authorized to do so. I swear that I could have accepted to be that horny all the time if only I could cum just once in a while… once a week! The complete abstinence was torture.

That night, I confided myself in Victor so he would know why I was so fucking horny all the time. I feared that he might think that I was attracted to him. I could not have another roommate accusing me of being gay.

I was pleasantly surprised that he acted really cool about it. Sure, I would have preferred that we did not have this conversation while he was – once again – naked, but at least, he did not make a big deal out of it.

“Oh… So, you’re hard all the time but you cannot jerk off? Like, never?” He said, mindlessly scratching his balls, lying on his bed.

“I mean, I can jerk off sometimes! Just not at the moment…”

“When, then?”

“I don’t know… I guess when the Coach and Doctor will tell me that’s ok. It was like that during the first semester, they would tell us when we could cum again. Also, we are waiting for some results on tests they have been running on my sperm. The entire team is in the same situation but I guess not everyone follows the instructions.”

“And the supplements you take are only making things worse?”

“Well… yeah.” I replied, realizing how absurd it might sound. I pointed at my cock making a huge tent under my shorts. Thankfully, I had come to terms with my body or I would have never been able to get out of my bed each morning…

“I get it, man. You gotta do what you gotta do!” Victor said pragmatically.

“Really?”

“Of course! Do you think Olympic athletes don’t make sacrifices? I, for one, don’t mind that you’re constantly hard. I guess it’s just something we should get used to.”

I must admit I was relieved by his reaction. Victor did not make the slightest comment about me being gay and he did not insult the Coach either. I felt like I could open up to him.

“I don’t know, sometimes, I wonder if I should at least stop the supplements, try to get this (I pointed to my cock again) under control.”

“Why? Are they not a good fit for you? You’re not performing well on the mat?”

He was really comfortable with himself, he was now spreading his legs and scratching his inner thighs.

“Oh no, the Coach told me they were quite expansive and they were made specifically for my body type. I do feel like a beast on the mat… It’s just…”

“You just answered your own question, mate. Why would you stop something which will make you win competitions? I thought wrestling was the most important thing for you.”

“It is!” I sighed. “You’re right, it’s just, not everyone is agreeing with the methods of the Coach.”

Victor shrugged his shoulders.

“Why do you care about what other people think? Losers will always be jealous, mate. As long as it is your decision, nobody should judge! Also, I’m not sure the supplements have much to do with it. If you really do not cum, that’s why you’re hard all the time. If I did not cum three times a day, I would have a fucking Eiffel Tower between my legs 24/7.”

“Thanks Victor, I think I needed to hear that.”

I felt better about it. Victor was so much more supportive than Travis. However, the next part of the conversation was not as cool…

“You don’t mind if I do jerk off though?” He asked me.

“No, do what you gotta do, you don’t have to restrict yourself for me…”

Victor was already fondling his cock anyway.

As he would often do, he was lying in his bed, stark naked, touching himself while I was just sitting right next to him. Sometimes he would close his eyes, but often, he would look straight at me. Usually, I tried to ignore him, looking at wrestling videos on YouTube or doing my homework, but this time he talked to me while stroking himself. He would not let me pretend that I was not there.

“I’ve been thinking, Scott, in a way, that should help you out. Seeing me jerk off and cum.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s like when you play videogames. I love water polo but when I can’t go to the pool, I just play similar games online, to feel better afterwards. I think it is called an ersatz when you live something through someone else’s experience.”

“Still not following you, dude.”

“Just look at me jack off. Look!”

Pressured, I did glance at it, it was super uncomfortable.

“Come on Vic… I don’t want to look at it.”

“I know you don’t want to look at MY cock but just imagine it’s yours. Imagine I’m holding YOUR cock.”

“How is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“Just like I explained! Oh my god, you really do not know anything about psychology, do you? If you are forbidden to do something, watching someone else do it and picturing it is you, like in a videogame, it can give your brain almost the exact same sensation as if you were doing it yourself. I’m sure it could calm your… well… your cravings.”

“Bullshit…” I spoke.

“Haven’t you ever watched a porn and it was even better than the real thing? Seeing another guy cum in a wet pussy?”

“I don’t know, dude.”

“Maybe it is bullshit, ok. Those are just some stuffs I’ve been reading about; I don’t pretend to be an expert. But just try it! Look at me jerk off and tell me how it feels.”

“Gross!” I replied in a harsher tone than I anticipated, fully turning my back on him.

“Take that back! That’s really not cool to say.”

Fuck, it seemed that I had really upset him. I could not lose my only ally. I looked back at him, or rather at his dick. Calling it “gross” was probably very inconsiderate. I tried to make it better.

“Sorry, mate, it’s not what I meant! I don’t like dicks, that’s all.”

“That’s irrelevant! This is not my dick you’re looking at; this is yours! You are stroking yourself. Look, my hand goes back and forth on YOUR shaft right now.” He said while stroking himself more and more intensely.

“And you’re always complaining about the size of your schlong, at least, you’ll have a better understanding of what it’s like to have a normal size cock if you use mine as an ersatz. I mean, my dick is quite big but compared to you, let’s just say it is normal.”

“That’s weird.” I commented. I was starting to see his point but I was still very uneasy with the whole thing.

“Well, you have a huge monster cock which feels like it is ready to attack me 24/7! I confirm this is weird! I’m just trying to find a way to help you cope with it. If all you got for me in return are insults, find another roommate who will accept to share his room with a freak!”

Again, I felt so bad. I was the freak in the room, there was no doubt about that.

“I’m sorry… I’m looking at it right now, see, I’m trying your method.”

“Yes, focus on my cock.”

“I do.”

“Good, see how I’m caressing my balls, spiting of my shaft… Mmmm. That feels so fucking good! Can you just picture it is you?”

“Dude, I want to jerk off so bad now. It’s even more frustrating!”

“No, it’s not. Look, you are pleasuring yourself.” He said while caressing his own balls and stroking his cock as the same time. “Your brain has to get in the zone. Don’t look at me, just stare right at my dick.”

“Ok… ok…”

What the hell, I could give it a try. Victor was staring at me all the time so I guessed it was not that bad for me to do the same, just once. I looked at his cock and tried to really imagine it was mine. I did wish to have this kind of normal size cocks. Still big, but which would not make me look like a freak, which would not scare girls away.

“MMMM…. Yes, I’m stroking my juicy cock, I’m gonna cum!” Victor commented the action, as if I needed the subtitles.

I kept on staring. I tried to do this thing properly. Maybe this was worth it.

Sure, I was not touching myself really, but in my brain, I was doing it. Fucking weird experience!

“I’m gonna nut, mate. Just like in a freaking video game, just think that you are the one making me do this. Like you’re controlling me.” Victor explained.

“Ok, I… I’m trying.”

“Just picture it. You are touching yourself and you are making yourself cum through me. Even though you don’t cum in real life, you’ll have the same satisfaction. No, it may even be better!”

I doubted that but I still went with it. Looking at this cock was still nauseating to me, but I could not say something like that, Victor would get upset.

“I am looking at your cock as if I was the one jacking off.” I said to show him some more enthusiasm.

“Good. Now really try to imagine you are in charge of getting me off. Verbalize it, tell me that you are the one who will make me cum, that way, it’s just like you are doing it yourself.”

“I’m the one who’ll make you cum, ok.”

“Yes! That’s it! Make me jizz all over myself. Get my big cock to the edge, just like that, make me fucking cum. That’s nasty. Say it to me, say what you want! You’re in charge.”

“I…. Come on, Vic…”

“Bro, just tell me you want me to nut. My balls are full of milk, I need a good release.”

“Just fucking cum!”

“Make me!”

“What do you want me to do? Just fucking cum, ok? You said I was in charge. Just do it!”

“Where’s the fun if you don’t have to work for it? Every videogame has its challenge or there’s no point. You won’t feel the satisfaction if you do not have to try a little.”

“I order you to cum.” I awkwardly said.

“That’s not it, but look at all this precum sliding down my shaft. I’m fucking ready. Just beg me. Mmmmm. I feel it coming.”

“Just cum, please, I’m begging you! Let it all out.”

“You really want me to cum, Scott? You really want to see my alpha juice?”

“Please! I want to see it! Just fucking unload. Please!”

“Aaaaah yes….” He moaned so loud; all the guys of our floor probably heard him. “Scott, get that spunk out of me!”

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 18: Ersatz (Part 2)

I had not realized I had gotten very close to his cock while I was staring at it. I was first row to see his cockhead opening and several spurts squirting out of it, some spraying Victor’s face, his chest, and the walls of our room. The guy was drenched with jizz! Thick and white.

I feared that I had been sprayed myself although maybe it was not such a big deal, I had already taken loads of cum on my ass before, practicing the hose technique.

“Fuck… Victor…” I said, sitting back down on my bed.

“That felt good!” He said, licking his lips. “I made a mess.”

“You really did!”

He was smiling, like he was very content with himself. He scooped some of the cum from one of the posters off the wall, a water polo guy, star of the Italian national team. The jeez was dripping on the athlete’s speedo and thighs. Victor put the jizz right in his mouth and swallowed it all as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“It’s good for you to eat it.” He pointed out.

“I know…” I said, still a bit confused about what had just happened.

“So, do you feel a bit better? Look, your dick is no longer hard!”

“Oh yeah, you’re right!” I was only noticing.

“You have not cummed, haven’t you? Not while you were watching me?”

“Of course not, I’m not gay!”

“Ok, ok. Just checking.” He said with a grin while he was wiping the remaining of cum with a tissue.

What a waste, I thought. I was so used to making sure I would let the cum dry on me and to hearing that absorbing cum was the best thing a man could do that seeing Victor throwing it in the trash kind of shocked me. I did not say anything.

“My dick did get soft while you were jacking off.” I commented.

“Then, it works! This is our proof!” He threw his fist in the air as if he had scored a goal.

“I… I just don’t know what to say… It was so weird…” Careful not to offend him again, I chose my words carefully. “I mean, not weird, it was a good idea but maybe I just did not cum because I was disgu… not attracted by seeing you stroking your dick and this is only why my dick went down.”

“Just think what makes you sleep better at night, my friend! All I know is that my plan fucking worked!” He said standing up, his now limp dick still dripping with cum dangling in front of my eyes.

I tried to look away but he walked closer to me, he continued:

“At least, now we know how to help you out, every time you’re in need for a release so bad or if you cannot get your prick down, you just have to watch me cum. You’re lucky I do that often.” He winked at me.

I looked at his face above me to stop staring at his cock. It was strange, now, I felt like I was intimate with his junks.

“Maybe…” I replied, still not entirely convinced.

“Dude, your roommate just offered to wank for you whenever that can help you out! I think that’s quite generous of me. Not all bros would do that, should not I get a thank you for that?”

“I know. Thank you for trying to help me out. Really, I appreciate it, Victor.” I replied, a bit jaded but still somewhat appreciative of him.

Victor was sporting a large smile on his face.

“I mean, I should not take all the praise. To be honest, this one has really been doing all the work, I think you should thank him.” He said pointing at his dick and dangling it even more before my eyes.

“Come on…” I said, a bit annoyed.

“Just let me have some fun with it! Victor Junior here just helped you A LOT!” He laughed. “Thank him!”

He was more pressing. Was he serious?

I tried to laugh back, to make things less awkward, hoping he would just give up on this stupid idea. But he did not move his dick away from me. I even saw drops of cum falling on my bed.

“Thank you.” I mumbled, looking at his dick.

“Thank you, who?” He moved his cock closer to my face, it was almost touching my nose at this point. A drop of cum fell on my arm.

“Thank you, Victor Junior!” I repeated, almost touching his cock as I was opening my mouth to speak.

He bursted our laughing and patted my hair.

“That’s a good boy!” He said, teasing me. “I’ll go shower now. But look, if you ever need to talk, you know that I’m here? I mean it.”

I nodded yes and he simply put a towel around his waist and got out of the room.

I lied down in my own bed; I was not feeling very good about what had just happened but not everything was lost. At least, I was no longer hard.

I wondered how I would have reacted to this whole situation if it had happened five months ago, in September… I would have probably freaked out for nothing. Thankfully, I had learned to be more chill about these things.

Sadly, this “cum issue” as we would start to call it with Victor became a much bigger problem the next day.

After training, I was called in the Head Coach’s office where Doctor Peterson and Coach Ranson were both waiting for me.

They looked very serious which made me nervous right away.

“The tests from your physical came back and we do have some news for you, Scott.” Coach Ranson announced.

“What is it?” Doctor Peterson and the Coach looked at each other as if they both wanted the other to break a difficult news. “You’re scaring me. Is there something wrong with me? Am I sick?” I asked them.

Doctor Peterson gave me his most empathic look.

“You are not sick, per se. But you do have what we may call a small defect.”

“A defect?”

I tried not to panic but immediately, crazy and depressing concepts were going through my mind like diseases, cancers, hospitals…

“Inside your sperm.” Doctor Peterson specified.

I was stunned. Coach Ranson stood up and came behind me to grab my shoulders, my father would do that when I was little and hurt myself. A simple way to show that he was there for me.

“Although this is not surprising given what we’ve known about you, it still hurt to have confirmations of this kind of things.” The Coach stated.

“I… I don’t understand. What is wrong with my sperm?”

Doctor Peterson explained:

“I could bore you with the medical lingo but to put it simply, you have what we commonly refer to as weak semen.”

For some reason that I could not explain, I took that answer really personally and I was offended.

“What the hell is this?” I asked the Coach, not wanting to even look at the doctor in the eyes.

“I understand this is difficult to hear, son, but I’m sure it’s not as bad as it sounds.” Coach Ranson referred to the doctor again.

“It affects millions of men around the world, Scott. There is no need to feel shame about that.”

“But what does it mean?”

“It only means that there is a specific protein, the B87, produced in the semen of all men, directly linked to our testosterone level, which you are lacking of. You are producing it, but not in sufficient amount.”

“How bad is it? Like, could I still have kids?”

Doctor Peterson smiled at me:

“Oh yes, you do have healthy spermatozoids. You do not need to worry about that. You are perfectly healthy. Our concern is elsewhere.”

I felt a bit reassured although I could not see where the problem was then.

“Ok, so my sperm does not produce enough of this protein, but what’s the issue with that? Who cares as long as it does not affect my health?”

“It had more to do with behaviour than anything else. Hormones and testosterones both affect our moods, our ways of thinking, our actions. Again, and to put it simply, the lack of protein B87 may lead you to think as yourself as less of a man.”

I was ready to cut him off but Doctor Peterson did not leave me the opportunity, he kept on going:

“This is nothing wrong with you, of course. It is just that since your brain does not receive the information he needs from this protein; it might process certain things differently.”

“Like what?”

“Some news that might not affect a normal man, might affect you directly. Like a little girl would cry over losing her favourite teddy bear.”

I was not too sure if he was comparing me to a little girl but I preferred to discount that comment.

“And can I just get more of this protein?”

“There are ongoing studies and the scientific community believes that within a few years, maybe a few months, we might be able to create an effective substitute, but there are some pushbacks.”

“Why?”

“Well…” Doctor Peterson seemed uncomfortable at this point, he looked at Coach Ranson, who was still holding my shoulder firmly. The Head Coach did not say a thing though, just held me even tighter.

“This is not easy thing to say, but within the medical community and of course, only informally, the weak semen condition is sometimes called the gay condition.”

“What?” I snapped, trying to stand up.

“Easy, easy.” That was the Coach pushing me back on my chair.

“Nothing is official as of now and strong lobbies are at play but a number of very serious studies are claiming that the lack of the B87 protein is the reason why certain men turn out to be homosexuals. When gay men start puberty, they simply do not produce B87 proteins and it does seem to influence greatly their behaviour.”

I did not say anything but I did not like where this was going. At all.

“Basic empiric evidence does show that homosexual and heterosexual men are wired differently, there is no debate there. Hear me out. I’m not saying this is bad or this is their fault, it is just a fact: gay men are more moody, dramatic, it also changes some of their physical attributes, they have bigger asses…”

It was too much, I knew he was trying to describe me, I cut him off:

“But I… I’m straight! I cannot have this thing; I’m attracted to girls! And you told me that I had some in me, not that I had never produced the damn protein!”

“Nobody is saying otherwise, Scott.” Coach Ranson said in a reassuring tone.

“We do not want to imply anything and this is your personal life anyway. We just thought that you should know… If you ever feel confused or lost, this defect is probably the cause of your troubles. But as you mentioned, the good news is that you are already producing some B87 yourself, so we do believe this is solvable. Again, there has been some promising studies on the possibility to reverse the process.”

I swallowed my saliva. This point about being confused on my sexuality was hitting a very deep spot within me. Especially when I thought about the past few months.

“What can I do then?”

“As we said, this does not have any implication on your health whatsoever so you do not have to do anything. Although, if you wished to be more manly, we can only recommend to stick to your current diet and routine, only taking it one step ahead.”

“We are only seeing this from a pure sport point of view.” The Coach added. “To tell you the truth, both Doctor Peterson and I are amazed by your results so far. Compared to the other guys of the team, you have the weakest sperm of all, but still, you beat all of them to the punch thanks to your dedication and talent!”

I took a deep breath.

“Ok, so, if I’m taking my supplements and my proteins, that corrects it, right? We are already doing what we should be doing?”

“It does help, yes. Taking those supplements have probably helped tremendously and I can only encourage you to take some more! But to tell you the truth and on the long run, the only effective way to cure this is to keep the number of proteins you do have, inside of you, at all costs. That means no cumming at all, and otherwise absorbing as much sperm as possible.”

“You are telling me that if I were to cum too often, I would lose too much of the protein still in me and what, I would turn gay?”

I purposely chose to ignore the absorbing part of the cure. The whole thing sounded so absurd to me, but at the same time, and I hated that, I felt like I had a time bomb inside of my balls!

“This is not as simple as that…” The Head Coach started but Doctor Peterson did not let him finish.

“No need to sugar-coat it, Ranson. The boy is right. The more you cum, the more B87 protein you’ll lose and the more hormonal you will become. In the end, why do gay men act the way they do? Because they are lacking this protein and even unconsciously, evolution has made them seeking for it. This is why most of them are faggots addicted to cum, especially looking for semen of straight alpha men. They need to fill that void.”

There was a long silence after that. The information was slowly sinking in me.

“What do you want from me?” I finally said, my eyes getting teary.

The Coach held my hand and knelt to be at my level.

“Scotty, relax. On our side, we just want you to perform well on the mat, this is the only way we can intervene in your life. The rest is up to you.”

“Just tell me then, what am I supposed to do regarding wrestling?”

“Nothing more than what you have already been doing. You just need to be even more committed to your diet.”

“Ok, I just keep on with the supplements and I should not cum, right?”

“That is right. Again, this is not such a big deal. It’s just a sensitive subject, that’s all. And this is my perspective on the matter, I don’t pretend to represent the entire scientific community.” Doctor Peterson said. “There are some other methods, a bit more extreme used on guys who tried to get more of this prot’ directly in their system, but there is no reason to go through those at this point.” He smiled at me. “Do you have any question?”

“No… I guess I understand…”

The Coach seemed genuinely relieved.

“I’m glad we have talked this through, to be honest, I have been suspecting something like that for months and I’m glad the cat is out of the bag. Thank you, doc., you may leave.” Coach Ranson shook Doctor Peterson firmly and they exchanged a brief smile.

“Scott, would you stay here just for a few minutes?”

Doctor Peterson gave me some finale words of encouragement and left the office. I was left alone with the Head Coach. What more could he want from me? I felt like I was drained.

“What is it, Coach?”

“First of, I wanted to say that this thing we’ve just talked about, do not worry about it too much. It just means that we have been doing the right thing, forbidding you to cum. I think that if we keep going this way, by the end of college, you’ll be the most accomplished alpha straight male of campus! We got this. It’s still fresh but I’m sure Doc Leo, you and I can find the perfect way to handle this minor setback.”

“If you say so…”

“I do say so! I know how dedicated you are! If someone can overcome this, it is you. I should also say, those results even gave me some reinsurance about you. After what happened when you stayed at my place, I must admit that I doubted you. But now, I know you were just as confused as I was. You were not manipulating me; you were just responding to basic biological needs that you have yet to fully comprehend.”

“Coach, I swear I have never tried to manipulate you, or even lied to you.”

“I know and I fully trust you, Scott.”

I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. He kissed my forehead in a fatherly manner.

“Thank you, Coach.” I said like a proud kid.

“The other thing that I wanted to talk with you about has to do with the little side project of ours. I’ve talked with Francis; He is really glad that Damian and you have agreed to shoot some videos for him. I am satisfied that everyone has been able to find common grounds.”

With all this thing about my sperm, I had forgotten about my promise to shoot videos with Damian. I just nodded politely. The Coach continued.

“You can go to Francis’ place next Saturday for the shoot, I’ll text you the details. Damian has a car, he’ll drive you there. I thought it would be better to do it sooner than later, as I won’t authorize any ejaculation before the competitions, and those are now fast approaching. Of course, for you, competition or not, there is no cum allowed but Francis was understanding about this.”

“Sure, Coach.”

He hugged me.

“Cheer up, boy! You’re still the best athlete of my team! You’re still my number one, right?”

“Right, Coach… I hope you’re not disappointed to have bet on me with all of these new info…”

I was genuinely concerned to have disappointed him. Coach Ranson meant so much to me. He had become way more than just a mentor.

“Good Lord! Not for a second, Scotty! You are the best wrestler I have trained in years. I know that I can be harsh but this is only because I want the best for you. No matter what, I’ll always be here for you.”

I hugged him back and I held on him tight. It was childish, it was silly, but I needed that.

Even if my life was messy at times, as long as I had the Coach by my side, I could feel safe.

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Chapter 18: Ersatz (Part 2)

I had not realized I had gotten very close to his cock while I was staring at it. I was first row to see his cockhead opening and several spurts squirting out of it, some spraying Victor’s face, his chest, and the walls of our room. The guy was drenched with jizz! Thick and white.

I feared that I had been sprayed myself although maybe it was not such a big deal, I had already taken loads of cum on my ass before, practicing the hose technique.

“Fuck… Victor…” I said, sitting back down on my bed.

“That felt good!” He said, licking his lips. “I made a mess.”

“You really did!”

He was smiling, like he was very content with himself. He scooped some of the cum from one of the posters off the wall, a water polo guy, star of the Italian national team. The jeez was dripping on the athlete’s speedo and thighs. Victor put the jizz right in his mouth and swallowed it all as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“It’s good for you to eat it.” He pointed out.

“I know…” I said, still a bit confused about what had just happened.

“So, do you feel a bit better? Look, your dick is no longer hard!”

“Oh yeah, you’re right!” I was only noticing.

“You have not cummed, haven’t you? Not while you were watching me?”

“Of course not, I’m not gay!”

“Ok, ok. Just checking.” He said with a grin while he was wiping the remaining of cum with a tissue.

What a waste, I thought. I was so used to making sure I would let the cum dry on me and to hearing that absorbing cum was the best thing a man could do that seeing Victor throwing it in the trash kind of shocked me. I did not say anything.

“My dick did get soft while you were jacking off.” I commented.

“Then, it works! This is our proof!” He threw his fist in the air as if he had scored a goal.

“I… I just don’t know what to say… It was so weird…” Careful not to offend him again, I chose my words carefully. “I mean, not weird, it was a good idea but maybe I just did not cum because I was disgu… not attracted by seeing you stroking your dick and this is only why my dick went down.”

“Just think what makes you sleep better at night, my friend! All I know is that my plan fucking worked!” He said standing up, his now limp dick still dripping with cum dangling in front of my eyes.

I tried to look away but he walked closer to me, he continued:

“At least, now we know how to help you out, every time you’re in need for a release so bad or if you cannot get your prick down, you just have to watch me cum. You’re lucky I do that often.” He winked at me.

I looked at his face above me to stop staring at his cock. It was strange, now, I felt like I was intimate with his junks.

“Maybe…” I replied, still not entirely convinced.

“Dude, your roommate just offered to wank for you whenever that can help you out! I think that’s quite generous of me. Not all bros would do that, should not I get a thank you for that?”

“I know. Thank you for trying to help me out. Really, I appreciate it, Victor.” I replied, a bit jaded but still somewhat appreciative of him.

Victor was sporting a large smile on his face.

“I mean, I should not take all the praise. To be honest, this one has really been doing all the work, I think you should thank him.” He said pointing at his dick and dangling it even more before my eyes.

“Come on…” I said, a bit annoyed.

“Just let me have some fun with it! Victor Junior here just helped you A LOT!” He laughed. “Thank him!”

He was more pressing. Was he serious?

I tried to laugh back, to make things less awkward, hoping he would just give up on this stupid idea. But he did not move his dick away from me. I even saw drops of cum falling on my bed.

“Thank you.” I mumbled, looking at his dick.

“Thank you, who?” He moved his cock closer to my face, it was almost touching my nose at this point. A drop of cum fell on my arm.

“Thank you, Victor Junior!” I repeated, almost touching his cock as I was opening my mouth to speak.

He bursted our laughing and patted my hair.

“That’s a good boy!” He said, teasing me. “I’ll go shower now. But look, if you ever need to talk, you know that I’m here? I mean it.”

I nodded yes and he simply put a towel around his waist and got out of the room.

I lied down in my own bed; I was not feeling very good about what had just happened but not everything was lost. At least, I was no longer hard.

I wondered how I would have reacted to this whole situation if it had happened five months ago, in September… I would have probably freaked out for nothing. Thankfully, I had learned to be more chill about these things.

Sadly, this “cum issue” as we would start to call it with Victor became a much bigger problem the next day.

After training, I was called in the Head Coach’s office where Doctor Peterson and Coach Ranson were both waiting for me.

They looked very serious which made me nervous right away.

“The tests from your physical came back and we do have some news for you, Scott.” Coach Ranson announced.

“What is it?” Doctor Peterson and the Coach looked at each other as if they both wanted the other to break a difficult news. “You’re scaring me. Is there something wrong with me? Am I sick?” I asked them.

Doctor Peterson gave me his most empathic look.

“You are not sick, per se. But you do have what we may call a small defect.”

“A defect?”

I tried not to panic but immediately, crazy and depressing concepts were going through my mind like diseases, cancers, hospitals…

“Inside your sperm.” Doctor Peterson specified.

I was stunned. Coach Ranson stood up and came behind me to grab my shoulders, my father would do that when I was little and hurt myself. A simple way to show that he was there for me.

“Although this is not surprising given what we’ve known about you, it still hurt to have confirmations of this kind of things.” The Coach stated.

“I… I don’t understand. What is wrong with my sperm?”

Doctor Peterson explained:

“I could bore you with the medical lingo but to put it simply, you have what we commonly refer to as weak semen.”

For some reason that I could not explain, I took that answer really personally and I was offended.

“What the hell is this?” I asked the Coach, not wanting to even look at the doctor in the eyes.

“I understand this is difficult to hear, son, but I’m sure it’s not as bad as it sounds.” Coach Ranson referred to the doctor again.

“It affects millions of men around the world, Scott. There is no need to feel shame about that.”

“But what does it mean?”

“It only means that there is a specific protein, the B87, produced in the semen of all men, directly linked to our testosterone level, which you are lacking of. You are producing it, but not in sufficient amount.”

“How bad is it? Like, could I still have kids?”

Doctor Peterson smiled at me:

“Oh yes, you do have healthy spermatozoids. You do not need to worry about that. You are perfectly healthy. Our concern is elsewhere.”

I felt a bit reassured although I could not see where the problem was then.

“Ok, so my sperm does not produce enough of this protein, but what’s the issue with that? Who cares as long as it does not affect my health?”

“It had more to do with behaviour than anything else. Hormones and testosterones both affect our moods, our ways of thinking, our actions. Again, and to put it simply, the lack of protein B87 may lead you to think as yourself as less of a man.”

I was ready to cut him off but Doctor Peterson did not leave me the opportunity, he kept on going:

“This is nothing wrong with you, of course. It is just that since your brain does not receive the information he needs from this protein; it might process certain things differently.”

“Like what?”

“Some news that might not affect a normal man, might affect you directly. Like a little girl would cry over losing her favourite teddy bear.”

I was not too sure if he was comparing me to a little girl but I preferred to discount that comment.

“And can I just get more of this protein?”

“There are ongoing studies and the scientific community believes that within a few years, maybe a few months, we might be able to create an effective substitute, but there are some pushbacks.”

“Why?”

“Well…” Doctor Peterson seemed uncomfortable at this point, he looked at Coach Ranson, who was still holding my shoulder firmly. The Head Coach did not say a thing though, just held me even tighter.

“This is not easy thing to say, but within the medical community and of course, only informally, the weak semen condition is sometimes called the gay condition.”

“What?” I snapped, trying to stand up.

“Easy, easy.” That was the Coach pushing me back on my chair.

“Nothing is official as of now and strong lobbies are at play but a number of very serious studies are claiming that the lack of the B87 protein is the reason why certain men turn out to be homosexuals. When gay men start puberty, they simply do not produce B87 proteins and it does seem to influence greatly their behaviour.”

I did not say anything but I did not like where this was going. At all.

“Basic empiric evidence does show that homosexual and heterosexual men are wired differently, there is no debate there. Hear me out. I’m not saying this is bad or this is their fault, it is just a fact: gay men are more moody, dramatic, it also changes some of their physical attributes, they have bigger asses…”

It was too much, I knew he was trying to describe me, I cut him off:

“But I… I’m straight! I cannot have this thing; I’m attracted to girls! And you told me that I had some in me, not that I had never produced the damn protein!”

“Nobody is saying otherwise, Scott.” Coach Ranson said in a reassuring tone.

“We do not want to imply anything and this is your personal life anyway. We just thought that you should know… If you ever feel confused or lost, this defect is probably the cause of your troubles. But as you mentioned, the good news is that you are already producing some B87 yourself, so we do believe this is solvable. Again, there has been some promising studies on the possibility to reverse the process.”

I swallowed my saliva. This point about being confused on my sexuality was hitting a very deep spot within me. Especially when I thought about the past few months.

“What can I do then?”

“As we said, this does not have any implication on your health whatsoever so you do not have to do anything. Although, if you wished to be more manly, we can only recommend to stick to your current diet and routine, only taking it one step ahead.”

“We are only seeing this from a pure sport point of view.” The Coach added. “To tell you the truth, both Doctor Peterson and I are amazed by your results so far. Compared to the other guys of the team, you have the weakest sperm of all, but still, you beat all of them to the punch thanks to your dedication and talent!”

I took a deep breath.

“Ok, so, if I’m taking my supplements and my proteins, that corrects it, right? We are already doing what we should be doing?”

“It does help, yes. Taking those supplements have probably helped tremendously and I can only encourage you to take some more! But to tell you the truth and on the long run, the only effective way to cure this is to keep the number of proteins you do have, inside of you, at all costs. That means no cumming at all, and otherwise absorbing as much sperm as possible.”

“You are telling me that if I were to cum too often, I would lose too much of the protein still in me and what, I would turn gay?”

I purposely chose to ignore the absorbing part of the cure. The whole thing sounded so absurd to me, but at the same time, and I hated that, I felt like I had a time bomb inside of my balls!

“This is not as simple as that…” The Head Coach started but Doctor Peterson did not let him finish.

“No need to sugar-coat it, Ranson. The boy is right. The more you cum, the more B87 protein you’ll lose and the more hormonal you will become. In the end, why do gay men act the way they do? Because they are lacking this protein and even unconsciously, evolution has made them seeking for it. This is why most of them are faggots addicted to cum, especially looking for semen of straight alpha men. They need to fill that void.”

There was a long silence after that. The information was slowly sinking in me.

“What do you want from me?” I finally said, my eyes getting teary.

The Coach held my hand and knelt to be at my level.

“Scotty, relax. On our side, we just want you to perform well on the mat, this is the only way we can intervene in your life. The rest is up to you.”

“Just tell me then, what am I supposed to do regarding wrestling?”

“Nothing more than what you have already been doing. You just need to be even more committed to your diet.”

“Ok, I just keep on with the supplements and I should not cum, right?”

“That is right. Again, this is not such a big deal. It’s just a sensitive subject, that’s all. And this is my perspective on the matter, I don’t pretend to represent the entire scientific community.” Doctor Peterson said. “There are some other methods, a bit more extreme used on guys who tried to get more of this prot’ directly in their system, but there is no reason to go through those at this point.” He smiled at me. “Do you have any question?”

“No… I guess I understand…”

The Coach seemed genuinely relieved.

“I’m glad we have talked this through, to be honest, I have been suspecting something like that for months and I’m glad the cat is out of the bag. Thank you, doc., you may leave.” Coach Ranson shook Doctor Peterson firmly and they exchanged a brief smile.

“Scott, would you stay here just for a few minutes?”

Doctor Peterson gave me some finale words of encouragement and left the office. I was left alone with the Head Coach. What more could he want from me? I felt like I was drained.

“What is it, Coach?”

“First of, I wanted to say that this thing we’ve just talked about, do not worry about it too much. It just means that we have been doing the right thing, forbidding you to cum. I think that if we keep going this way, by the end of college, you’ll be the most accomplished alpha straight male of campus! We got this. It’s still fresh but I’m sure Doc Leo, you and I can find the perfect way to handle this minor setback.”

“If you say so…”

“I do say so! I know how dedicated you are! If someone can overcome this, it is you. I should also say, those results even gave me some reinsurance about you. After what happened when you stayed at my place, I must admit that I doubted you. But now, I know you were just as confused as I was. You were not manipulating me; you were just responding to basic biological needs that you have yet to fully comprehend.”

“Coach, I swear I have never tried to manipulate you, or even lied to you.”

“I know and I fully trust you, Scott.”

I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. He kissed my forehead in a fatherly manner.

“Thank you, Coach.” I said like a proud kid.

“The other thing that I wanted to talk with you about has to do with the little side project of ours. I’ve talked with Francis; He is really glad that Damian and you have agreed to shoot some videos for him. I am satisfied that everyone has been able to find common grounds.”

With all this thing about my sperm, I had forgotten about my promise to shoot videos with Damian. I just nodded politely. The Coach continued.

“You can go to Francis’ place next Saturday for the shoot, I’ll text you the details. Damian has a car, he’ll drive you there. I thought it would be better to do it sooner than later, as I won’t authorize any ejaculation before the competitions, and those are now fast approaching. Of course, for you, competition or not, there is no cum allowed but Francis was understanding about this.”

“Sure, Coach.”

He hugged me.

“Cheer up, boy! You’re still the best athlete of my team! You’re still my number one, right?”

“Right, Coach… I hope you’re not disappointed to have bet on me with all of these new info…”

I was genuinely concerned to have disappointed him. Coach Ranson meant so much to me. He had become way more than just a mentor.

“Good Lord! Not for a second, Scotty! You are the best wrestler I have trained in years. I know that I can be harsh but this is only because I want the best for you. No matter what, I’ll always be here for you.”

I hugged him back and I held on him tight. It was childish, it was silly, but I needed that.

Even if my life was messy at times, as long as I had the Coach by my side, I could feel safe.

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Poor Scotty is so naive lol but I can’t wait to see what happens with Damian

 

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 18: Ersatz (Part 1)

It felt too damn good to finally be back on the mat. Only there, I was feeling like myself, like I was worth something.

With the new supplements given by Doctor Peterson and the Head Coach, I felt more focus and eager than I ever was. Wrestling practice was very intense and three to four times a week, Coach Daniel and Coach Ranson were pushing us to our absolute limits for the competitions to come in February.

Some of the wrestlers had left the Wolves and only the most committed were still in it. My life had not been easy lately, and I needed some wins. I thought that if I were to smash it during the next comps, I could find back some of my self-esteem and remember what I was fighting for.

The only problem was my libido which was all fucked up again. Things had somewhat come back to normal during the holidays, but now, it was worse than ever! I was no longer jerking off following the doctor’s advice (we were still waiting for the results of the tests made on my semen) but I was hard 24/7. Quite literally.

It was so awkward in my dorm room with Victor staring right at my dick most of the times… But what could I say? I could not be mad at him; I was the horny elephant in the room!

At the end of one particularly intense training session where I had rubbed my hard dick against each of my teammates – do not get me wrong, I was fine with that, they had jizzed on me more times than I could count, - I went to Coach Ranson’s office to discuss this issue.

I was no longer embarrassed of getting hard during trainings or during the matches, most of the athletes were sporting stiffed cock anyway since the hose technique had become a common thing, but I thought the new supplements he was giving me may have been affecting my libido. It had really become out of control since I had started taking them.

Thinking of which, I had never been more turned on during the first semester than when I was drinking the shakers from the Coach!

I was very surprised when Coach Ranson simply admitted that it was true. Just like it was no big deal.

“Well, of course. Those are boosters filled with vitamins, proteins and testosterone. It’s not really a surprise it should make your dick go up at times…”

“Coach, you have been giving me Viagra?!”

“Always the big words with you! It’s just a common side effect of protein shakes, I guess you’re just a horny little boy. Aggressivity, commitment, focus, sex-drive, all of those go together. There is no secret on why women are so inferior to men in sports and, if you want my opinion, in all life’s areas where it matters, they are missing something that we have.” He grabbed his balls to make his point: “Our manhood. The source of our power.”

“But… I… I just cannot have erections all the time.”

“You really do not accept yourself as a man, Scott. Men do get hard! Why should you feel embarrassed about that? It’s only in our nature. What would you prefer? Having a clit between your legs?”

“No, but…”

“Why do you think we have forbidden you to cum? For our own pleasure? Of course not! I am just following science. When your balls are full, you’re more aggressive, more dedicated, more of an athlete! Once you nut, you lose all of this manly energy. The more you can get to the edge, the better you are on the mat. Can you deny that?”

“I don’t deny that. It’s just… Coach, it’s all the time. Lately, I just cannot seem to get it down…”

It was embarrassing but the Head Coach had to get it. I was not complaining about getting hard during a couple of matches, my whole life was now spent with a huge monster, fully awake and dripping in my pants.

“And where’s the harm in that? It should make you feel powerful!”

“The teachers, the girls, they see it! They look at me! They think I’m a freak. You know that I cannot hide my… well, my genitals.”

“Come on, Scotty. I am sure that everybody just thinks you are a healthy young man! Sure, it would be easier if you did not have this insane horse dick of yours but eh, is that my fault? Trust me, nobody cares. Myself, I have seen too much of your hard dick already but I have decided to move pass it. Aren’t you glad that I chose to ignore all the times your dong got hard in front of me? I suggest you do the same.”

I had a weird feeling in my stomach, it was the first time that the Coach was referring to the incident which had occurred at his place during the Christmas holidays. I still could not believe I had slipped in the Coach’s bed, naked, with a full hard on. But maybe I was imagining stuff, maybe he was just talking about seeing my cock during practice, not about the night at his place…

“Yes, Coach… But if I really want to cum, I should…”

“No way. Boy, the whole point for you is to learn to control yourself, your manhood, your energy. You really cannot let that dick controls you. Besides, it is just not safe until we have your results from the lab.”

“Not safe… Why?”

“Don’t worry yourself with that for now, just learn how to follow my instructions. When have I ever been wrong?”

As often, the discussion kept going for a while but I ended up with more bottles of supplements and making another promise not to ejaculate before I was authorized to do so. I swear that I could have accepted to be that horny all the time if only I could cum just once in a while… once a week! The complete abstinence was torture.

That night, I confided myself in Victor so he would know why I was so fucking horny all the time. I feared that he might think that I was attracted to him. I could not have another roommate accusing me of being gay.

I was pleasantly surprised that he acted really cool about it. Sure, I would have preferred that we did not have this conversation while he was – once again – naked, but at least, he did not make a big deal out of it.

“Oh… So, you’re hard all the time but you cannot jerk off? Like, never?” He said, mindlessly scratching his balls, lying on his bed.

“I mean, I can jerk off sometimes! Just not at the moment…”

“When, then?”

“I don’t know… I guess when the Coach and Doctor will tell me that’s ok. It was like that during the first semester, they would tell us when we could cum again. Also, we are waiting for some results on tests they have been running on my sperm. The entire team is in the same situation but I guess not everyone follows the instructions.”

“And the supplements you take are only making things worse?”

“Well… yeah.” I replied, realizing how absurd it might sound. I pointed at my cock making a huge tent under my shorts. Thankfully, I had come to terms with my body or I would have never been able to get out of my bed each morning…

“I get it, man. You gotta do what you gotta do!” Victor said pragmatically.

“Really?”

“Of course! Do you think Olympic athletes don’t make sacrifices? I, for one, don’t mind that you’re constantly hard. I guess it’s just something we should get used to.”

I must admit I was relieved by his reaction. Victor did not make the slightest comment about me being gay and he did not insult the Coach either. I felt like I could open up to him.

“I don’t know, sometimes, I wonder if I should at least stop the supplements, try to get this (I pointed to my cock again) under control.”

“Why? Are they not a good fit for you? You’re not performing well on the mat?”

He was really comfortable with himself, he was now spreading his legs and scratching his inner thighs.

“Oh no, the Coach told me they were quite expansive and they were made specifically for my body type. I do feel like a beast on the mat… It’s just…”

“You just answered your own question, mate. Why would you stop something which will make you win competitions? I thought wrestling was the most important thing for you.”

“It is!” I sighed. “You’re right, it’s just, not everyone is agreeing with the methods of the Coach.”

Victor shrugged his shoulders.

“Why do you care about what other people think? Losers will always be jealous, mate. As long as it is your decision, nobody should judge! Also, I’m not sure the supplements have much to do with it. If you really do not cum, that’s why you’re hard all the time. If I did not cum three times a day, I would have a fucking Eiffel Tower between my legs 24/7.”

“Thanks Victor, I think I needed to hear that.”

I felt better about it. Victor was so much more supportive than Travis. However, the next part of the conversation was not as cool…

“You don’t mind if I do jerk off though?” He asked me.

“No, do what you gotta do, you don’t have to restrict yourself for me…”

Victor was already fondling his cock anyway.

As he would often do, he was lying in his bed, stark naked, touching himself while I was just sitting right next to him. Sometimes he would close his eyes, but often, he would look straight at me. Usually, I tried to ignore him, looking at wrestling videos on YouTube or doing my homework, but this time he talked to me while stroking himself. He would not let me pretend that I was not there.

“I’ve been thinking, Scott, in a way, that should help you out. Seeing me jerk off and cum.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s like when you play videogames. I love water polo but when I can’t go to the pool, I just play similar games online, to feel better afterwards. I think it is called an ersatz when you live something through someone else’s experience.”

“Still not following you, dude.”

“Just look at me jack off. Look!”

Pressured, I did glance at it, it was super uncomfortable.

“Come on Vic… I don’t want to look at it.”

“I know you don’t want to look at MY cock but just imagine it’s yours. Imagine I’m holding YOUR cock.”

“How is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“Just like I explained! Oh my god, you really do not know anything about psychology, do you? If you are forbidden to do something, watching someone else do it and picturing it is you, like in a videogame, it can give your brain almost the exact same sensation as if you were doing it yourself. I’m sure it could calm your… well… your cravings.”

“Bullshit…” I spoke.

“Haven’t you ever watched a porn and it was even better than the real thing? Seeing another guy cum in a wet pussy?”

“I don’t know, dude.”

“Maybe it is bullshit, ok. Those are just some stuffs I’ve been reading about; I don’t pretend to be an expert. But just try it! Look at me jerk off and tell me how it feels.”

“Gross!” I replied in a harsher tone than I anticipated, fully turning my back on him.

“Take that back! That’s really not cool to say.”

Fuck, it seemed that I had really upset him. I could not lose my only ally. I looked back at him, or rather at his dick. Calling it “gross” was probably very inconsiderate. I tried to make it better.

“Sorry, mate, it’s not what I meant! I don’t like dicks, that’s all.”

“That’s irrelevant! This is not my dick you’re looking at; this is yours! You are stroking yourself. Look, my hand goes back and forth on YOUR shaft right now.” He said while stroking himself more and more intensely.

“And you’re always complaining about the size of your schlong, at least, you’ll have a better understanding of what it’s like to have a normal size cock if you use mine as an ersatz. I mean, my dick is quite big but compared to you, let’s just say it is normal.”

“That’s weird.” I commented. I was starting to see his point but I was still very uneasy with the whole thing.

“Well, you have a huge monster cock which feels like it is ready to attack me 24/7! I confirm this is weird! I’m just trying to find a way to help you cope with it. If all you got for me in return are insults, find another roommate who will accept to share his room with a freak!”

Again, I felt so bad. I was the freak in the room, there was no doubt about that.

“I’m sorry… I’m looking at it right now, see, I’m trying your method.”

“Yes, focus on my cock.”

“I do.”

“Good, see how I’m caressing my balls, spiting of my shaft… Mmmm. That feels so fucking good! Can you just picture it is you?”

“Dude, I want to jerk off so bad now. It’s even more frustrating!”

“No, it’s not. Look, you are pleasuring yourself.” He said while caressing his own balls and stroking his cock as the same time. “Your brain has to get in the zone. Don’t look at me, just stare right at my dick.”

“Ok… ok…”

What the hell, I could give it a try. Victor was staring at me all the time so I guessed it was not that bad for me to do the same, just once. I looked at his cock and tried to really imagine it was mine. I did wish to have this kind of normal size cocks. Still big, but which would not make me look like a freak, which would not scare girls away.

“MMMM…. Yes, I’m stroking my juicy cock, I’m gonna cum!” Victor commented the action, as if I needed the subtitles.

I kept on staring. I tried to do this thing properly. Maybe this was worth it.

Sure, I was not touching myself really, but in my brain, I was doing it. Fucking weird experience!

“I’m gonna nut, mate. Just like in a freaking video game, just think that you are the one making me do this. Like you’re controlling me.” Victor explained.

“Ok, I… I’m trying.”

“Just picture it. You are touching yourself and you are making yourself cum through me. Even though you don’t cum in real life, you’ll have the same satisfaction. No, it may even be better!”

I doubted that but I still went with it. Looking at this cock was still nauseating to me, but I could not say something like that, Victor would get upset.

“I am looking at your cock as if I was the one jacking off.” I said to show him some more enthusiasm.

“Good. Now really try to imagine you are in charge of getting me off. Verbalize it, tell me that you are the one who will make me cum, that way, it’s just like you are doing it yourself.”

“I’m the one who’ll make you cum, ok.”

“Yes! That’s it! Make me jizz all over myself. Get my big cock to the edge, just like that, make me fucking cum. That’s nasty. Say it to me, say what you want! You’re in charge.”

“I…. Come on, Vic…”

“Bro, just tell me you want me to nut. My balls are full of milk, I need a good release.”

“Just fucking cum!”

“Make me!”

“What do you want me to do? Just fucking cum, ok? You said I was in charge. Just do it!”

“Where’s the fun if you don’t have to work for it? Every videogame has its challenge or there’s no point. You won’t feel the satisfaction if you do not have to try a little.”

“I order you to cum.” I awkwardly said.

“That’s not it, but look at all this precum sliding down my shaft. I’m fucking ready. Just beg me. Mmmmm. I feel it coming.”

“Just cum, please, I’m begging you! Let it all out.”

“You really want me to cum, Scott? You really want to see my alpha juice?”

“Please! I want to see it! Just fucking unload. Please!”

“Aaaaah yes….” He moaned so loud; all the guys of our floor probably heard him. “Scott, get that spunk out of me!”

[Chapter 18 continues below]

Another fool presents himself my god, was he sent here by the coach at this point i wouldn’t be surprised

 

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I’m hoping Damien and Scott can lean on each for support but I doubt it. Damien is going fuck Scott because he’s been wanting to do months then once he does it he’ll blame Scott for what happens.

 

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What the hell is this I thought it was the next chapter kmt