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Someone fumbling with the door handle woke me up. There was muted laughter and some whispering before the key turned, a sharp click cutting the nighttime silence, and the doors swung open. A strip of bright yellow light spilling from the hallway pierced the darkness of my dorm room. I squinted, lying still and peeping through my eyelashes at the two figures that slipped inside. Then the door shut, and all was black again.

“Shhh,” Finn’s voice came from nearby. His steps were light and measured as he navigated through the dark room. “Ty gets cranky if he doesn’t get his beauty sleep.”

A female voice giggled. It was Sandra, a girl Finn had been hooking up with. He never had a problem bringing chicks to our room and banging them with me around, but he rarely brought the same girl twice. Until Sandra. This was the third time she was here, stumbling over the boxes and shoes scattered across the floor. By Finn’s standards, that was practically going steady. Sandra turned on her phone’s flashlight and pointed it at my bed. “Maybe he could join us?”

“ What are you doing ?” Finn hissed and grabbed the phone from her hand, aiming the light away. “You’ll wake him up!”

She kept peering at me while I pretended to be asleep. “Oh, come on, babe. Your roommate is hot! You promised you’d ask him.”

Finn let out a tense chuckle, holding the phone to light up the room with one hand, and clearing away the dirty clothes that littered his bed with the other. “I don’t think he’d go for that.”

Sandra tutted in disappointment. “All you macho frat types are the same! Two girls and a guy is, like, amazeballs, right? But two guys and a girl, and then, ooooh, that’s gay ! Why are straight men so insecure in their sexuality?”

There was a moment of silence in which I wondered if Finn would tell her the truth. I still wasn’t out to the whole school and my stomach clenched in anticipation. Sandra was part of our circle and college girls gossiped. She would not be able to keep it a secret for too long, even if she wanted to, and soon, everyone would know .

It’s not that I was ashamed or anything. I just didn’t want to be shunned by my teammates because they thought I was perving over them. Wrestling was hard enough as it is—there were times during the matches when I got a boner despite all my efforts not to. Thank fuck, so did the other guys. Frequently . With all that dry humping and rubbing and grabbing, it was impossible not to. It was the nature of the sport, and we all accepted it. But only because everyone assumed that all of us were straight. The same goes for the locker room culture. We all walked around naked and teased each other in the showers, but how many guys would act the same knowing I was gay? Some probably wouldn’t care, but others would. Finn was bound to know that.

The sound of two bodies colliding was muted in the dark as he pulled her into his arms. “Like you said, babe. It’s because he’s so hot. I’m afraid you’d like fucking him more than me.”

Score one for Finn. The dude was smooth, all right, and I had to suppress a smile, still feigning sleep. I shouldn’t have doubted him. ‘Bros before hoes’ was practically tattooed over his forehead.

“Aw, baby, how could you say that?” Sandra purred, pressed against him, and I heard them kissing. “You know how much I like you.” Her hands traveled down Finn’s wide back to his ass, and she squeezed it. “And your perfect wrestler’s bubble butt… ”

“Ty’s a wrestler, too,” Finn continued to bait her between the kisses. “His butt’s as fit as mine.”

“But you are taller,” she kept ego-stroking him. Just like he knew she would. “And I bet your dick’s bigger.” Finn decided not to comment on that one. “It’s just that I always had this fantasy, and I thought… But never mind. It’s you that I want.”

“Good.” The rustling of clothes being shed came from the direction of Finn’s bed as they undressed. The mattress creaked when they tumbled onto it, and Finn finally turned off the flashlight. The room was pitch black again.

“Maybe he would enjoy watching?” Sandra whispered. “I’m totally into that, too.”

“Just let the dude sleep, okay?”

“You’re so boring.”

“Oh, I’ll show you how boring I am,” Finn mumbled as he disappeared under the covers. He went down on her, making her moan so much he had to stifle her with his hand. A true friend.

I turned my back to them and buried my head in the pillows while Finn proceeded to plow into her. Between the muffled moans and the squeaking of the bed, I’m not sure how either of them could believe I was still sleeping. Luckily it didn’t last long, and soon enough they both passed out, deep breaths coming out of synch from Finn’s side of the room. The smell of sex hung in the stuffy, warm air, the used condom that Finn tossed on the floor only making matters worse. I still lay awake, now horny as well as frustrated. Without thinking, my hand slid down my stomach and gripped my crotch. I was hard in seconds.

Pulling down my boxers, I clutched my cock in one hand and fondled my balls with the other. Safely hidden under the blanket, I started jacking off, the slick fapping sound the only thing betraying me. But my roomie and his girl were snoring next to each other, leaving me to pleasure myself without concern. So I quickened my pace, imagining hard, muscled bodies, trying to conjure up an image of a big-dicked stud who’d straddle me and push his pulsating cock into my mouth.

All of a sudden, my thoughts went to our new coach, Blake Hudson. A man in his mid-thirties, he was somewhat older than my usual type, but damn , he was fine. Light brown hair, short but thick beard, soulful green eyes. Built like a rugby player, but with the supple grace of a gymnast. Tall, hefty, thickset, and all male , with a deep, booming voice made to give orders. It made me want to submit and obey him.

‘Coach Hudson?’ Finn had whispered during practice. ‘More like Coach Hulkson .’ And the guys who had heard him had all snickered. Blake was formidable, all right, full of confidence and raw power, and so he became known as Hulk.

I bet he was a beast in bed. His round ass, bull neck, and massive, hairy forearms almost made me drool. And judging by the bulge in his sweatpants, he must have had a cock to match. Probably a thick chest hair too. And a pair of large balls, hanging low between those burly thighs… The images of his naked body made my cock grow even harder, throbbing and twitching in my hand like a live wire.

What the hell? I mean, sure, the guy was sex on a stick, but he was an asshole. A typical military type who thought just because he won some titles years ago, he had the right to belittle and humiliate everyone else. Clearly, he wasn’t good enough to go pro, so what makes him think that he was better than the rest of us? Yeah, I googled him up after that first practice, but I was just curious. No way I was attracted to him.

My cock seemed to have a different opinion, though. No matter how hard I tried to picture someone else, my mind kept coming back to him. Coach Hudson. Blake. So big. So strong. So fuckable. Oh yeah, now I was leaking precum like a faucet. Fuck it, if I couldn’t help it, I might as well go for it.

Biting my lip, I let the lewd images of my sexy coach wash over me. As I stroked my cock, my other hand moved from my balls lower, fingers tracing my hole, circling it, probing the tight flesh. Imagining him mounting me from behind, those huge muscles flexing as he fucked me, I came all over my hand.

Half-ashamed, I licked the cum off my hand until it was clean. At least my secret was safe in the cover of darkness. No one would ever know, not even Finn. Especially not Finn. I was just horny and confused, that’s all. And it won’t be happening again, that’s for sure. There were plenty of fit gay guys around for me to be wasting time lusting over some unattainable straight jerk. I won’t be thinking about him again. I won’t. It’s just… Why did the bastard have to be so fucking hot ?

Sighing, I turned toward the wall and finally fell asleep again .