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Sharing a Sleeping Bag With a Guy On My Wrestling Team 08
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Chapter 8: Movie Day
The next few days were awesome. I felt like a new man. I had discovered the coolest friendship possible with Trent, and felt like I had come out exactly where I wanted to with Max. I had learned a lot about myself during the trip and the fallout on the first day back. Trent and I hung out every day that week after practice. Max referred to us as "boyfriends", and honestly it fit except for the fact he maintained his heterosexuality.
The next Saturday morning, I woke up calm in a way that I felt I had earned. Settled, like my wants finally lined up with my needs. I felt awake but steady, like I was driving my own life emotionally instead of being dragged.
I stretched naked in my room, looking out my window. I saw my neighbor Johnny, whom I had known for years, through his bedroom window. He looked over at me and I could see him laugh with his shoulders, in his innocent way, as I waved at him casually. My full dick was out, rocking a decent morning wood. I didn't care who saw it. If anyone decided to look into my room, that's what they were going to get a look at.
I came back from the bathroom and picked up my phone. I had a text from Max, asking if I wanted to come over and "wrestle". I read it, waited for the familiar surge, the itch that usually followed a chance to get some gratification from him. But nothing happened. I swiped to clear the notification and opened a different text conversation instead.
I texted Trent.
We met at the theater downtown, the small one with the nice recliners but the stickier floors. He showed up in sweats and a hoodie, and got a big smile when we saw each other. When he hugged me hello I noted internally that he smelled clean and warm. The physical contact felt natural with him. We were close to the same size in a muscular sense, even if I had a couple inches of height on him, and we had a similar hair color and style. We honestly could've been brothers.
In line our shoulders brushed. In our seats his knee pressed into mine and stayed there. I noticed his breathing more than I noticed the movie.
There was a long, hot scene halfway through, and the whole theater was quiet. I was hard, and as I watched Trent out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shift a bit. He had the signs of the male erection, trying to hide it and failing. My hand drifted without thinking down to the soda on the armrest between us, then down below the armrest, my pinkie barely in contact with his warm thigh. He didn't move so I raised it a bit higher to touch him properly. He still didn't say anything, so I moved it to his crotch. I rested my hand over his pants with a light pressure. He finally reacted as he went still, then exhaled through a grin.
“Dude,” he whispered.
“Sorry,” I said, not moving.
He didn’t tell me to stop.
I gripped firmly, feeling him throb in my hands. It was the first time I got to touch the thing, and feel his body react to me. I was in heaven. He really was the coolest guy in the world.
Soon the sex scene was over, and he casually brushed my hand away.
After the movie we walked back to my place, talking about girls, about me discovering how I liked guys' dicks and asses, and how girls still make me hard, about being horny and hard all the time at our age.
At my house we kicked our shoes off and sprawled on my bed and kept chatting about things.
Max came up eventually, like he always did when there was a quiet stretch. Trent rolled onto his side and snorted.
“Dude,” he said, “The guy is pure chaos. I swear he just likes fucking with people to see what happens.”
I shrugged, but I could feel him watching me. “What do you think he even wants from you?” Trent asked. “Is it a power thing because you're a better wrestler, or does he just like knowing he can pull you back in?”
“You think I'm better than him?” I said, chuckling. “I don't know. He's just kind of an ass.”
Trent laughed softly. His knee bumped mine and stayed there. “I just don’t get why he always has to make things weird.”
I shrugged and said, “He’s not so bad. He actually apologized. We’re cool.” I told him a little more about what happened, how I basically hate-fucked him that night. The mood shifted a bit after that anecdote.
Trent said it reminded him of his first girlfriend. He talked about how they’d argue over dumb stuff, voices up, and then somehow end up tangled together intimately, their argument flipping into physicality and rough sex. He was a nice guy, and I knew they couldn't have been that bad. It was hot picturing his butt tightening up as he pressed his big dick into her. He shifted on the bed as he talked about it, one hand drifting to his bulge, rubbing absently as he replayed the memory.
“In the end she was too crazy for me, but it was never about the fight,” he added, quieter. “It was the build up to wild sex.”
His breathing changed a notch, and I could see how worked up he was getting.
“I’m not gay,” Trent said, quick, like he needed to get it out first.
“I know,” I said, sitting up a bit.
He hesitated, then asked, "But can you suck me off?"
"Yeah," I said too quickly, and his face grimaced a little. I felt like I had already ruined it by being too eager.
It didn't seem to change his needs, and he quickly pulled down his pants and underwear together, letting his dick flop onto his stomach. He lifted up his shirt, showing his abs and pecs. His nipples were the perfect shade of pink. I bent down without hesitation and took him into my mouth, gripping the base of his dick. I had learned a lot in the last couple weeks.
He was sighing and exhaling smoothly as soon as I started, and after a minute I heard the TV turn on behind me. The familiar pornhub sound played, and I chuckled internally as I heard the typical porn voices start behind me. He fast forwarded to a scene with moans and bodies clapping. I heard the voices of several guys. I already knew we had similar taste, but this was so hot. He was watching a girl get gang banged, and soon she would be covered in cum, just like I was picturing myself in the moment.
I reached for my crotch and rubbed roughly. I realized how much I’d missed the feeling of a male body under me, reacting to my touch. The taste in my mouth of a hormonal boy getting pleasure, the closeness and smell.
He let me keep exploring him with my mouth and tongue. I spent a minute massaging his balls, then lifted his legs and went for his taint while I jerked him off. He was so hard I could barely move the thing. It just wanted to point straight forward and throb. When I licked lower to his hole, I heard a giggle, but he didn't resist, just put a hand on the side of my head. I made out with his hole and tasted all the boy musk I could. I lapped it up, comparing him in my head to Max and even the girls I had eaten out before. I was in heaven as I continued stroking him and feeling his body and hole tighten rhythmically under my touch.
He whispered "I'm close."
I asked, "Do you wanna fuck me?"
I stopped my stroking and watched him as he hesitated, his jaw tight.
Then he nodded.
"I have conditions," he said, and I laughed louder than I expected.
He gently moved me face down onto the bed, lined up with the TV, and started covering me with pillows from my bed.
I started giggling. “What are you…?”
But I figured it out. He was covering me up to fuck me without looking at my male body. I laughed because he was the only person in the world who could do this and mean no disrespect by it.
He got into it quickly, rubbing his dick up and down my ass while he presumably watched the TV. His dick was hard as steel, and when he pried open my cheeks, I felt his hot breath on my hole before several globs of spit dripped down onto me. I was tense with anticipation, until I felt the hard head of his dick press into me. I was so horny, it was like I didn’t even need a warmup.
We moved carefully, the TV making moaning sounds in the background, our bodies lining up basically by instinct. I felt him settle against me as his knob stretched me open. He had clearly never fucked an ass before, as he went a little too fast. My insides were rearranged quickly and I didn’t say anything, just bracing and enjoying that he was going to get some pleasure from me. He was warm and solid against me, and my breath finally released after a full minute of bracing as the pressure inside me changed and I was able to accept him more fully. I had missed that feeling, the way a guy’s weight and rhythm could take over my entire thoughts. He loosened up as it went on, hands roaming, pulling off the pillows one by one until it was just him fucking me, holding me close, hands on my sides as I lay face down taking his pumps. He basically forgot the rules he had set for himself.
I pushed back into him to let him know how hard he could go, and he pulled me up into doggy style. Against all my expectations, his hand reached around and found me. He squeezed tight on my shaft, and I couldn’t help the quiet whimper I made. The coolest guy in the world was doing gay stuff with me, and I simply felt like a lucky son of a bitch.
A door suddenly opened down the hall. Footsteps approached my door. We froze, hearts pounding. A moan came from the TV and I reached for his phone, pausing the video.
Trent leaned into my ear and muttered, “I don’t want them to find me balls deep in their son.”
I chuckled, but my heart was racing. The steps passed by my door without stopping, and I exhaled. We waited a beat, then laughed silently, the tension snapping back into sexual appetite as he pressed back into me.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” he said as he placed his hands on my hips.
“Let me cum first,” I said, grabbing myself and stroking roughly. “Fuck you feel so good inside me.”
“Shut up,” he said with a chuckle. I laughed back, but my smile turned into an O-face as I started releasing onto my blanket. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”
I felt my hole tensing around his shaft. It was the greatest feeling in the world as he pushed into me again and started plap-plap-plapping his body against me. I felt him throbbing as he continued thrusting, and by the time he slowed down, I could feel him already leaking out of me, the liquid in my ass too much for me hold in. He pulled out, and I felt him leaking out. I didn’t even try to gather it, letting it run down my thighs as I fell down onto my bed.
I lay there breathing, my skin buzzing. He kissed my shoulder once, quick and awkward, then lay back on his elbows, his naked, muscular body on display for me.
“What made you wanna do gay stuff finally?” I asked.
He shrugged, eyes looking up at the ceiling. “You’re basically the coolest guy I know,” he said, “If I couldn’t let you blow me and take my dick, then what’s the point?”
I chuckled, knowing what he meant honestly.
Then he added quickly, “Doesn’t mean I’m into dudes.”
“I know,” I said.
We laughed it off and changed the subject, but our legs stayed tangled as we hung out naked for a bit more. Every few minutes there was another accidental brush, a knee, a calf, his foot sliding against mine. I was honestly waiting for it to turn into a round two, but he eventually went home.
That stretch of time ended up changing more than I realized in the moment. Trent and I hooked up a lot after that, and I still wrestled with Max sometimes, with the winner fucking the loser pretty much every time. I dated Melanie for a bit later that year, and Trent was weirdly protective about it, making jokes about keeping me honest. I wasn’t great at that, especially with Max still orbiting my life like chaos incarnate. We all graduated a few months later, and Trent and I ended up at the same college for D1 wrestling, roommates and teammates, closer than ever to be honest. He and I were fuck buddies, and in my head we were basically boyfriends even if he dated girls in between periods of nailing me every night. We got extra kinky after a while and I even let him pee on me in the shower a few times. It was a hot time, and I even fucked him once near the end of Freshman year. Max drifted in and out of my life whenever our teams crossed paths since he went to a rival school. It was messy and confusing and a lot of fun, and it all started with that trip to the desert, sharing a tent with Max.
Comments
ProfessorD
This was one of the best ever. But it could definitely use two more chapters at least. A chapter about when Trent finally gets fucked. And a chapter when Trent and Max wrestle to see who gets to fuck the narrator guy (what's his name?), and Trent wins and Max has to just watch.
Iskads
Hot story and great ending as always
