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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 12: The awakening of the hole (Part 2)
I was utterly shocked when I heard young Tom be so cruel, I was even more shocked when I looked down and saw my own huge cock, pulsing, hard as a rock, dripping with precum, in the full extent of his abnormal elephant size. I could not deny it this time: I had never been this horny in my entire life and I had just told everyone that Eli had cummed inside my ass! Shit, this could not be good.
There was a silence which lasted for a few seconds. I felt like I was about to start crying.
Travis then spoke. Only a few words. Enough to destroy everything that I believed in.
“You’re gay, mate.”
He said, nodding his head slowly.
A dagger went through my heart. He was not mocking me. He was not calling me a fag. He was not angry. He was just telling me, helping me realize. I was stunned.
“I am not… I did not…” I said, without any confidence to the entire crowd.
The words of Robert de Portier came back into my mind as a flash. He said he knew something about me that I did not know myself. Could it be true? Could I be gay?
The training session had lasted for more than two hours and we had gone beyond our practice’s time. I was very lost. Some wrestlers needed to go and Coach Ranson released us but Damian insisted that he did not get the chance to test the hose technique and he wanted to be ready.
The Coach authorized the other ones to go shower and change in the locker-room, as Damian was granted ten more minutes of practice with me to try and control his ejaculation. It was really just about control for him as getting hard was clearly not a challenge.
At this point, it was just Damian, Coach Ranson and I but I was so confused that I was not entirely sure my mind was there. My brain was exploding. I just needed to cum and I could think it through. For the first time in my life, I was questioning myself. Was I liking this? My dick certainly was!
The Head Coach gave me some more of his energy drink to finish the training session. I definitely needed it as I feared that I may faint. This boost of energy felt good although the taste of those homemade drinks was always atrocious.
“Coach Ranson, may I ask for a favour?” Damian said.
“What is it, Feytons?”
“Coach, I know myself. I can get very hard pretty easily. Just look.” He grabbed his monster cock in his white singlet. “My cock can be quite intimidating for the other guys. I also control my ejaculation quite easily already.”
“What’s your point? You were the one insisting to go through this exercise.”
“I was just thinking that I’m not sure the way we have been doing the exercise so far will be helpful for me. The reason why it’s been so hard for me to cum when Scotty has shown off his ass to us is that, ultimately, even if his ass looks like a good wet pussy, I know he’s a dude, a fag and… I don’t want to be homophobic but like, for me, it’s just hard to nut in circumstances like this.”
I did have to twerk or wink with my asshole for long minutes for Damian to finally ejaculate every time we found ourselves in this situation. He also consistently asked me to hide my cock.
But how many times exactly did that happen? Again, I was lost. Was I really regularly letting him cum, checking at my big fag ass?
“Careful with your words Feytons, we do not want to offend Scotty here. He is your teammate and a valuable member of the Wolves. But of course, as much as I support our Scotty here, for us normal straight guys, being comfortable with cumming on a fag requires a certain level of confidence.”
They were talking about me as if I was not in the room.
“Exactly! And I know this is the part where I need to make progress, Coach. I think that if one of my opponents is a fag, that could block me… I believe I should learn to cope with that. As you said, we need to be fully exposed to our fears, insecurities and discomforts to overcome them and I want to be the very best!”
“Well, Scotty here is already naked, so I think this is a pretty relevant exercise for you, to confront your insecurities.”
“Yes… But I am still wearing my singlet. Ultimately, so the exercise is useful for me, and as much as I hate it, Coach, I think I should be nude as well, like to be really in contact with Scotty and learn to stay hard and to control my ejaculation this way. I’m a bit ashamed to admit it Coach, but I think that I did lose some matches because I did not want to be too handsy with my opponents, thinking that they might be fags. I have to work on that.”
What the hell was he talking about? I was not following the entire reasoning but, in the end, I did note that he wanted the both of us to do the exercise in the nude! What the fuck?
“I must say Feytons, I’m impressed.” Said the Coach. “Good for you to identify your weaknesses, this shows a level of maturity that quite frankly, I did not know that you had. I did notice how uncomfortable you could be with fags but I’m proud of you for trying to overcome this flaw. Go ahead, then. Take off your singlet.”
Damian smiled, happy to hear the Coach praising him. He took off his singlet in a few seconds, revealing his huge monster cock, already wet, already hard, ready to attack me.
Nobody asked for my opinion and I did not give it, I just went back to my starting position, my own dick, still about to explode. To be honest, I was just glad the others were gone, at least, nobody would witness Damian positioning himself on top of me, hard and naked.
Before I could think all of this through, Damian Feytons’ stiffed cock was buried in my asscrack and Ranson was coaching him not to cum.
Fuck, doing this exercise bare, that was definitely something else! Feeling his precum pouring down my ass (ounces and ounces of it!), feeling his veiny cock going up and down, pointing directly towards my asshole. One thing for sure, Damian was focusing his humping right on this most sensitive part of my body. I hated myself for it but my anus was opening wider and wider!
Eli was fucking right before; my hole had a life of its own!
After less than a minute of dry humping (was it really just that at this point?), I realized that Damian’s intent was not only to remain in my crack, but he was very close from penetrating me. Wait… He was literally about to penetrate me!
“Coach… He… He cannot put it inside!” I mumbled.
“What are you saying my boy?”
“His... His dick… He cannot fuck me with it!”
Maybe the Coach had not a good enough view of the situation. He did not realize how raunchy this exercise had gotten!
“Of course not.” The Head Coach said calmly. “Damian would not be able to fuck his opponent during a match so there is no need for him to sodomize you.”
No need? What did that mean? Oh yes, the rest of it was necessary for the competition. I was just getting crazy. This was all an exercise. Damian was there to control his ejaculation, the hose technique. Obviously, he would not fuck me!
It was hard to be totally reassured though when it felt like Feytons was getting closer and closer to get his dick inside of me. The horny hunk was moaning like he would always do in his sextapes. Fuck, he was loving this too much!
“Should I cum, Coach? Or… Hmmmm… Should I still control it?”
“You will only cum when I tell you to do so Feytons, is that clear?”
“Clear, Coach. Of course, Coach.”
I felt his hand on my dick. What was he doing now?
“You fucking love that!” Damian whispered. With only a few back and forth on my shaft, I was totally over the edge.
“Damian… please… Please stop, I’m gonna cum.” I whispered back, semi-moaning.
Why the hell was this man jacking off my dick?! He too had gone insane! Damian Feytons could not be a homo, right? He was probably trying to set me off, to embarrass me in front of the Coach.
As he kept massaging my balls and stroking my cock, I knew that I would not be able to hold on for much longer.
“Coach…” I cried out. “Coach, he is going to make me cum! Please, make him stop!”
“RUSSEL!” Scolded the Coach. “Control your damn self!”
He could not slap me ad Damian was all over me so the Head Coach put his sneakers on my face to show his disapproval. I had my head glued against the mat for a while at this point, but now, the Head Coach was locking me. I felt trapped. I was.
“You like my dick in your hole, fucking fag.” Damian was practically licking out my ears as he was whispering filthy stuff to me.
“Coach… he’s touching me! That’s not fair. LET GO OF MY DICK!” I shouted to Feytons.
“What did I just say Russel? Keep you cool! Don’t you think your opponents will try to grab your big cock?! You’ll just have to remain focus! He’s trying to throw you off, to make you lose your cool! Have not you learnt anything today?”
Just like that, the Coach had authorized Feytons to jerk me off. I was so concentrated on my dick and not cumming that I did not even realize was what going on in my ass. While Damian’s enormous dick was struggling to fit in my ass crack, I felt my asshole opening, way more than before, way more than I had ever felt it.
It was like my anus had been woken up by Damian’s snake and there was no turning back.
Had I ever been so horny in my life? Was I actually a fag? I was not enjoying this but my dick and my ass were reacting in a way that I could not comprehend. If only I could just take a second to think, but the sneakers of the coach on my face, the hands of Damian on my throbbing coach, his dick in my ass. I felt delirious.
Just as I felt Feyton’s dickhead coming in full contact with my anus, oh fuck, that was it, the tip of his dripping and enormous cock was entering me, I exploded in his hand which was still jacking me off.
I had not cummed in days. My whole body spasmed and the orgasm was uncontrollable.
“FUCK YOU FAG!” Shouted Damian still humping me as volleys of my cum were being released in his hand on my cock.
He moved away his hand, almost entirely white as it was covered with my semen. I felt so sorry for him, this was disgusting!
He angrily put his mouth on my mouth and prevented me to talk.
“YOU ARE A SICK FUCK SCOTTY! WASH OUT YOUR SICKENING FAGGY SPERM OFF MY HAND! COACH, THE FAG COULD NOT HELP HIMSELF!”
“Just keep on with the exercise, Feytons. Remain in control. I know you are disgusted right now, a fag just nutted on you, but this was the whole point, remember? Learning to be comfortable with touching fags.”
I felt my own cum being forced against my lips, some coming into my mouth. I wanted to scream, not sure what I would have said though, but Damian was shutting me up anyway, manhandling me, choking me with my own jizz. Damn, he was still against my ass, well… IN my ass?! I could not tell anymore. Was he fucking me?! That could not be!
The Coach finally said:
“Cum, Feytons! Cum, now!”
And finally, Damian Feytons ejaculated in my asshole.
A dozen of volleys of cum were pouring straight inside my asshole as I was struggling not to swallow my own cum in my mouth. After a few more humps, Damian naked and sweaty body collapsed on top of me and he finally let go. He lied down beside me, his dick still trembling after his orgasm.
I collapsed on the mat. The Head Coach finally moving his feet away from my face.
“You two are fucking stars!” Rejoiced the Coach, visibly ecstatic.
“Thanks Coach.” Said Damian. I swore he winked at him!
“Pull out the same tricks to your opponent and you’ll be both number 1 of your weight class in the entire United States! That’s my boys!”
I farted and a long stream of cum came out my ass, sliding in my ass crack, running down my thighs.
“Thank you, Coach.” I mumbled.
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WRESTLING TEAM GONE WILD (Erotic Story)
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I…am…gobsmacked…. That last part was phenomenal!
the lewd aesthetic of it all is immense but I’m so hoping he gets his revenge.
and I’m so hoping it gets turned into some sort of porn movie oh my god
the lewd aesthetic of it all is immense but I’m so hoping he gets his revenge.
and I’m so hoping it gets turned into some sort of porn movie oh my god
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Poor guy and all, but this is so sexy! I hope the team gets to penetrate him, you know, for the team 
Poor guy and all, but this is so sexy! I hope the team gets to penetrate him, you know, for the team
Of course, for the team! For the sake of the sport! No homo!
Call on the producers and let's make a copyright deal. ahah
When is the next partOf course, for the team! For the sake of the sport! No homo!
Call on the producers and let's make a copyright deal. ahah
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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.
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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.
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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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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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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 hope Russel keeps getting humiliated. "Sweet" stories are so boring.
Is this the first story you've written? It's one of the best I've read.
Is this the first story you've written? It's one of the best I've read.
Thank you so much for all of your comments guys. Thank you in particular to those who support me on Patreon, you can pay what you want and it is very much appreciated.
To respond to the last comment, I have written other gay erotic stories:
An erotic tale of self discovery : My First Year in College, available on LPSG and fully available on my Patreon.
The sequel of My First Year in College, My First Year in Prison available only on Patreon.
The Attendant, a very dark dystopia (lots of manipulation and mind games like in WTGW but way darker) available on Patreon and I started to post some chapters on LPSG.
I am currently writing the finale chapters of Wrestling Team Gone Wild (should be between 28 - 30 chapters total).
And I have two more books I'll start to post soon on Patreon, as well as exclusive chapters and bonus spin off from the preexisting stories. I am what you can call a compulsive writer.
Up to Ep 21 on the patreon and I’m really surprised at the lack of people who want “justice” for Scott
I am in love with the manipulation side of things and I want them to go even further but I also want Scott to reverse it at some point. Making the guys always crave him or teasing them so much that they think they’re gay, stuff like that. I want them to feel what he does cause I actually feel for the guy XD
I am in love with the manipulation side of things and I want them to go even further but I also want Scott to reverse it at some point. Making the guys always crave him or teasing them so much that they think they’re gay, stuff like that. I want them to feel what he does cause I actually feel for the guy XD
