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The next two weeks were a blur of practices, matches, and long, grueling hours in the gym. The team was in good spirits after the Gettysburg trip, though Tyler’s loss had left a bruise on his pride. He hid it well, but I could still see it. He pushed himself harder in practice, his determination burning bright, and I found myself watching him more than I should, my focus slipping in ways I couldn’t afford.

I tried to maintain some distance, to keep my focus on the team as a whole, but it was impossible not to notice Tyler. The way he moved, the quiet confidence that had grown in him over the past few weeks, the way his eyes would find mine during drills, holding my gaze for just a second too long .

We were careful, both of us hyper-aware of the need for discretion. Our moments together were stolen between the cracks of the day—late afternoons in my office, early mornings before anyone else arrived. Tyler would slip in with that quiet, knowing smile, and for a few precious hours, it was just the two of us, the world outside forgotten.

The first time we had sex after Gettysburg, it was in the storage room behind the gym. The space was cramped, the air thick with the smell of sweat and chalk. None of it mattered when he slid to his knees and took me into his mouth, his lips soft and warm around me. I couldn’t help but grab his head and fuck his throat with abandon. He gagged on my cock, unable to take it all the way down, but unwilling to give in. There was a hunger in him that matched my own, a quiet desperation that made my balls ache with desire. I had never come so fast, spilling into his throat, and he swallowed every last drop, licking my cock clean before tucking me back into my briefs. We didn’t have enough time for me to fuck him, but he was content, cumming over the floor just from sucking me.

Once awakened, my libido came back with a vengeance. I couldn’t keep my hands off Tyler, and when we were apart, I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking him. It was like I was trying to compensate for all the lost time, for these past three years when my only solace had been my own hand. I was horny 24/7, and the mere sight of Tyler was enough to make my cock start leaking, my hunger for him overpowering, irrefutable.

“I hate sneaking around,” he murmured one day, his breath warm against my neck as we lay tangled together on the narrow couch in my office. “You know I, uh, I have this fantasy…”

“Go on,” I prompted him, squeezing his butt when he got shy.

“We’re at practice in the gym, and I ask you to show me a certain move—”

“Which one?”

“I don’t know—it doesn’t matter. Anyway, you start to explain the move and we begin to wrestle. But the friction gets us both hard so the wrestling becomes a frottage. All the guys are looking, standing around us, but we still don’t stop—we can’t stop—until I come inside my singlet in front of everyone.”

“Mmmm,” I rumbled against his lips, my fingers sliding into his crack to massage his hole. “You’re a bit of an exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

He squirmed under my touch, pushing his ass to meet my fingers. “It just… it turns me on so much when you take charge. I’d love everyone to see that I’m yours. No more hiding.”

Damn, the idea was really turning me on. And his admittance of liking my dominant side and being mine did something to my insides I couldn’t quite describe. It was like my heart was doing backflips in my chest. I thought about it for some time, my fingers gliding up his spine and tracing lazy patterns on his back. Then I said, “Come by my house later. I’ll text you the address. We’ll have the whole evening to ourselves. And then you can tell me more about your fantasies.”

“For real?” he said, lifting his head to look at me, his eyes sparkling with something I struggled to recognize. Happiness, maybe.

“Yeah. For real.”

When he smiled and kissed me, I was sure. It was happiness. I’ve simply forgotten what that looks like. But that night, when he first came to my house and I spent hours breeding his ass in every position we could think of, I began to remember.

* * *

“Coach,” Jared called one afternoon, pulling me out of my thoughts. “What’s the deal with this butt drag? I can’t get the angle right.”

I crossed the mat to demonstrate the move on him, but then I got another idea. “Davidson, get over here.”

Tyler was on the other side of the room, practicing sprawls with Finn, his movements sharp and precise. As soon as he heard me calling him, he jogged toward me, his buddy following behind. “Yes, Coach?”

“Get down on the mat,” I said, looking him in the eye. “On your hands and knees. ”

His mouth opened a little, like a silent sigh escaped from his lips. His eyes widened just a fraction, his cheeks blushed, but he followed my command without a word. And looking at him like that—kneeling before me, doggy style, his singlet stretched tight across his butt—sent a current straight to my cock. It reminded me of all those times Tyler knelt in that same position in my bed, ready for a pounding. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

Too late to back out now, though. Jared and Finn were both observing, and some of the other boys joined them, curious to see the technique.

I crouched beside Tyler, my hands steady as I adjusted his stance. “The objective of a butt drag is to off-balance your opponent, allowing you to gain control, secure a takedown, or set up a dominant position on the ground. So, this is what you want to do,” I said, glancing at the guys standing around. “Begin by controlling your opponent’s upper body to prevent him from countering or escaping. What I like to do to set this up is a cross-face cradle.” My right hand coiled around Tyler’s neck, my body pushing into his from the side. “Then, identify the leg you want to drag. Usually, this is the leg closest to you or the one that your opponent is leading with.” My left hand went between Tyler’s legs, brushing over his balls. I took the chance to slide my palm over his dick before I grabbed his upper thigh. “Now, you have to grip your opponent’s leg and apply pressure to off-balance him. Hold on to him, maybe even lift him up a little, and then take him down.”

My moves followed my words, and as I pushed into Tyler, my hand slipped from his thigh to his butt, as it often happens during this tactic. And while I tried to hold on to his glute for leverage, my fingers slid into his crack. It took all the willpower I had not to grope him in front of everyone, as I pushed him until he hit the mat and I pinned him down with my body. When my crotch made contact with his ass, I felt him pushing back into me, almost an instinct, and my cock started to stiffen. Shit.

I pulled back, kneeling on the mat and studying the faces around me. Almost the entire team was now gathered to watch my and Tyler’s demonstration. I forced myself to focus, to push the distraction to the back of my mind, but I knew it was a losing battle. “Once you have successfully executed the move,” I said, my breath quicker, “transition to a takedown, gain control of your opponent’s back, or work toward a pin or submission to capitalize on the advantage. All clear?”

Most of the boys nodded or murmured their assent, though some still looked at me with skepticism. Derek was the first to voice his concerns.

“But what if we grab someone’s junk by accident?”

The other guys snickered.

“Yeah,” Ethan chimed in. “I don’t want to oil-check anyone. ”

“So you don’t mind someone oil-checking you?” Jared replied.

“Shut up, you fag!”

“That’s enough!” I yelled, rising to my feet. “Rosenberg, get your ass out of my class right now! You’re banned from the practice for the rest of the week!”

“But Coach—”

“GET THE FUCK OUT NOW before I threw you out myself!” The anger felt good; it helped me regain clarity, my boner going down before it had the chance to form fully. When Ethan turned around and dragged himself out of the gym, I scanned the shocked faces around me, a pissed-off Hulk towering over them. Ethan was not a bad kid; if I really thought he was a raging homophobe, I’d kick him off the team for good. But I needed to show the boys that this kind of language would not be tolerated. “If I hear any of you using hate speech or offensive slurs, I’ll boot your ass out faster than a greased pig in a country fair. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Coach,” a chorus of voices replied.

“I expect better from each one of you. Don’t make me regret it.”

When I looked over my shoulder, I saw Tyler behind me, still kneeling on the mat, his eyes full of pure admiration. I don’t know why the fuck he looked at me like that, like I was some kind of a hero, when I would do the same for anyone .

“Look,” I addressed the group. “A lot of people get weird about butt drag because you have to reach between someone’s legs. In all honesty, when you do butt drag, you’re gonna grab some sack, okay? Even if you don’t want to, you’ll be shaking hands with the pope.”

The guys collectively chuckled, the atmosphere getting lighter by the second.

“Just get over it, okay? It’s not a big deal if you don’t make it a big deal. Every time your hand is inside someone’s thigh, you’ll be grabbing the governor. It’s just gonna happen, okay? Butt drag is what it is and you gotta go where you gotta go, you know? I’m not saying you should get a pink eye, but you gotta get in there. If you really want to win, you gotta use all you can.”

I got down on the mat beside Tyler and showed them the move one more time.

“See, already I’m grabbing some sack as we speak,” I said, my hand sliding over Tyler’s hard-on, to the delight of my audience. Everyone was laughing now, cracking jokes about how you can ‘swipe the credit card, but you shouldn’t ring the doorbell.’ No one noticed that I used the team’s frenzy as a diversion to grope Tyler in plain sight. At one moment I even managed to slip my fingers under the leg of his singlet and rub his hole, in all its bare and sweaty glory.

Only Tyler saw me bring my fingers to my lips and lick off his sweat, savoring his taste. He was hard the entire time, his bulge hidden under his body. But as tempting as this game was, I had to stop myself from touching him before he came in front of the entire team. So I left him lying face-down on the mat and rose to conclude my lesson.

“Butt drags work, people. Embrace the gayness of our sport or lose.”

There were some whistles and good-natured jokes at that, but the point was driven home. As the rest of the team filtered out, the practice now over, Tyler lingered, still prostrated on the mat, his eyes meeting mine from below. I hesitated, glancing toward the door, but as soon as no one else was around, I found myself walking toward him, my heart beating faster with each step.

“You okay?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “You did it. You made my fantasy come true. I almost came in my singlet several times. I had to control myself so hard.”

The simplicity of his words, the quiet sensuality in his tone, sent a rush of heat through me. I reached for him, pulling him into a quick, stolen kiss, the risk of being caught forgotten in the face of his closeness. A big wet spot of precum on his crotch made me snicker. “See you later tonight at my place. Then you won’t have to hold back. I’ll make you cum as many times as you want.”

* * *

By the time the weekend rolled around, I was running on fumes, the weight of the season and the secrets I was keeping pressing down on me. I thought I might be coming down with a cold or something. But Tyler’s presence was a balm, a quiet reminder of why it was all worth it. He showed up at my house late Saturday afternoon, his hair damp from the rain, a Chinese takeout in his hand, and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I figured we could use a night off,” he said, stepping inside and shrugging off his jacket.

I smiled, taking the bag with the food from him and setting it on the counter. “You’re not wrong.”

“What—what are you wearing?” His eyes were glued to my nylon green shorts as he followed me into the kitchen.

“My silkies,” I said, unfazed. They were my favorite shorts for running, working out, or simply lounging around the house. Plus, they showed off my quads nicely. “Why?”

Tyler seemed enraptured, the biggest grin stretching across his face. “I’ve never seen men’s shorts that short. They look like panties!”

I placed my fists on my hips, striking a Superman pose, and tried to look as manly as I could. “They’re worn by servicemen across the country and they’re comfy as fuck. ”

“I bet they are.” Tyler stepped close to me and palmed my bulge over the silky fabric. “I’m just concerned you’ll drive the neighborhood moms wild,” he murmured, fondling my balls.

“Mm. Come to think of it, they have been acting nicer than usual.”

We both chuckled, heat simmering in our eyes.

We spent the evening on the couch, the food forgotten after the first few bites as we pounced on each other like wolves. It was a hunger unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, my lust for him breaking every restraint I’ve ever imposed on myself. It wasn’t just passion—it was obsession. I felt like I might’ve died if I didn’t get to eat his ass, then breed it, slamming my cock into his hole until I made him cum. He always came hands-free, impaled on my shaft, chanting my name between grunts and moans loud enough to echo throughout the house.

Afterward, we talked, our words spilling out in the quiet comfort of each other’s company. He told me about his classes, his plans for the future, the way wrestling had shaped him in ways he was only just beginning to understand. And I listened, my heart full, enjoying the rare chance of just being with him without the weight of the world pressing down on us. I fucked him again later, the hunger in both of us ever-present .

“Hey, do you want to hear something kind of gross?” Tyler asked, gathering his clothes from the bedroom floor, a shy grin playing on his lips.

I was wearing only a pair of socks, leaning on the doorframe and watching him getting dressed. “What?” I said, uncertain but still curious.

“Do you remember that day when I ran into you in the locker room, after everyone else was already gone? I was stepping out of the shower, and you were getting out of your office, just about to leave?”

How could I forget? It was the day I caught him masturbating in the showers, the day that changed everything. “Yes. I remember.”

He pulled on his pants, smiling to himself. “I found your briefs on the floor and I took them with me.”

“Oh?” The thought has never occurred to me. I always presumed some of the cleaning staff have found them and threw them away.

“Yeah. I jerked off so many times sniffing them, or rubbing them over my face and body. I still have them. But they’re kind of crusty now, if you know what I mean.”

I laughed, but my cock chubbed up a little. Jesus, this boy was driving me wild. I pulled him into my arms, his clothes soft against my naked body. “You can keep them.”

When he kissed me and left for the night, I let myself breathe for the first time in weeks, the quiet hum of contentment settling over me. I slept better than I’ve slept in years .