Wresting Team Gone Wild Ch. 15

A new coach with rather unorthodox methods is appointed to bring the University's wresting team back to the top. Unfortunately for straight hunk Scott, the path to victory involves turning him into the team's bitch. This story involves a lot of manipulation elements (straight to gay).

The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 15: Sleeping with the Coach

A few minutes after agreeing to spend the night, the Coach and I were in his kitchen trying to figure out what we could have for dinner. I was getting the pasta out of the top shelf when it hit me.

"Coach, I've just realized. I don't have any other piece of clothing to sleep in tonight or to use for tomorrow. I was not expecting to spend the night."

Coach Ranson chuckled.

"You could borrow some of mine but I don't think any would fit. Come on, Scotty. Don't you think we are passed this point? Is this really a problem if I see you naked?"

"I just meant..."

"Although, you are right regarding changing clothes. Not wanting to be rude but you kinda smell, Scott... Are you sweating or something?"

Ouch. that hurt! The Coach had accepted for us to meet in person, he had opened up his house to me and even invited me to spend the night, and I was smelling bad... I wanted to bury myself in the grounds.

"I'm sorry. I... I was a bit stressed with coming here and talking about the page... It's really warm at your place and I... I guess I was sweating a bit."

He came near me and took a big sniff out of my armpits.

"Sweating a bit! Good lord, Scott. That's a lot. Just give me your clothes, I'll do some laundry right now and you can get them back tomorrow. And go take a shower. Please."

I was mortified. Only a few things are more embarrassing in life than someone telling you upfront that you smell like shit.

"I'm really sorry, Coach. I had not realized it was that bad. It's just with this Christmas sweater... I guess it's really hot in here."

"I do keep the house warm. I'm mostly in the nude when I'm here to be honest." He said, looking down at his dick poking out of his bath robe.

"Your house, your rules." I replied, awkwardly.

"Exactly. Now take off those clothes and go get that shower."

It was not the first time the Coach was asking me to undress, far from it, but it was a first in his own kitchen. There was no training exercise, no need to work on my insecurities there. He was barely naked too so maybe it was not such a big deal.

I took off my sweater and my jeans. Then my socks. They were sweaty indeed.

"Undershirt and boxer briefs." The Coach spoke.

"You want me to get entirely naked?"

"How are you going to take your shower otherwise?"

"I thought I would go to the bathroom with my boxer briefs on and then..."

"You are a funny lad, Scott. We've just spent half an hour watching guys nutting in your fag hole, the last three weeks you were naked for most of the practice, and now you're shy. Look, I can join you if it makes it easier for you."

Matching his words to action, he took off his bathrobe to prove his point, not that it was hiding much anyway.

Now, he was stark naked, his veiny cock hanging low between his legs, his hairy bush forming a black patch right under his abs. I had never seen him like this, it was very much intimidating. The man was probably twice my size and was almost my match in the dick department...

"See, what's the matter? Should I feel uncomfortable being naked in my own home?"

"No, Coach... That's fine."

I took off my tank top and then my underwear as instructed.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked.

"Always impressive, your shlong, even when we had seen it times and times again." He smiled. "Follow me, I'll show you to the bathroom."

I walked behind him and followed him up his stairs, his fat hairy ass at my eyes level for the most part. At one point, he stopped brutally and my face actually bumped into his ass-crack. Awkward!

"Would you keep your head outside my ass, Scott?" He said jokingly.

I pretended to laugh although I was mortified.

The Coach was very at ease with his nakedness and did not seem to think twice about it. I, on the other hand, had not reached that level of comfort just yet. I felt very much like an embarrassed little child compared to the hairy macho Coach.

"Here you go. You'll have everything you need in there. I'll prepare dinner downstairs."

"Thank you, Coach."

Once he had left, I smelled my own armpits. He was right, it was bad.

I took a quick shower thinking about what had happened earlier. I had broken down into my Coach's arms. This was bad... Why did I have to be such a pussy all of the time? However, we did come up with a plan in the end. Coach Ranson could certainly convince Francis to block the access to the page to most people and I knew that Robert de Portier kind of liked me, he could help me too.

After my shower, I dried myself with a tiny towel (more like a tea towel) which could not even fit around my waist. Still feeling a bit awkward, I got out entirely naked and joined the Coach downstairs. He was setting up the table, he was still entirely naked as well, his big dick leaning against the table as he was filling up two glasses of wine.

"May I help you with anything?" I asked him, trying to be polite.

"No need, you are my guest tonight. Look Scotty, I realize that the reasons of your visit here were not the most joyful but I hope I was able to reassure you a bit."

"You did, Coach."

"I'm sorry I had to confront you to some realities about your contractual commitments."

"Don't be sorry, this was my mistake. I'm just appreciative for you helping me."

He smiled.

"Well, no need to worry about all that now. As I said, I will talk with Robert and Francis and I'm sure we'll find a suitable arrangement for everyone. In the meantime, let's just have a nice dinner. I must say this is rare that I share some personal moments with one of my athletes, but I would not have picked anyone over my number 1."

Damian and Travis would have died of jealousy if they have heard that.

"Thank you, Coach. I really did not want to intrude... I... Thank you for everything."

"You are very welcome. Now, come sit and let's eat."

As crazy as it may sound, we had a nice dinner, the both of us stark naked, eating our spaghetti. Being nude was a good way not to dirty our clothes, the sauce was dripping on our respective chests or thighs, some even landed right on the Coach's cock, he showed me, laughing, licking the drop of red sauce afterwards.

We drank some wine. I had not had alcohol in months and I felt already a bit dizzy.

"Drink this as well, this shot. It's just nutrition supplements, it'll be good for you."

I swallowed the thick mixture served with the desert without questioning and we discussed wrestling for a good hour. It had stopped snowing outside. Coach told me that with my motivation, physique, and techniques, I could realistically aim at getting professional in the sport, especially if I was at the forefront of wrestling's evolutions.

I had two and a half years of college left and it was more than enough to make a name for myself.

"Really, if you keep going like you've done so far this year, I don't see how you could not join the US national team in 3 years. That's really your opportunity to miss at this point."

"I won't miss it, Coach. And I know I owe it to you!"

That conversation was one of the very best I had in months, maybe in years. I felt seen, recognized. I was proud of myself and hopeful for the future.

There was just one little thing which started to bother me. My cock. I could not tell why but it was definitely waking up. Maybe because I was finally relaxing, these weeks without ejaculating were coming back to me. But from half hard, I was slowly getting to full mast. Thankfully, the table between us prevented Coach Ranson from realizing.

He got up to get to the shower himself and I tried to calm down but once my monster had woken up, it was almost impossible to get it to go back to sleep without cumming. Shit, I did not want to ruin this good evening!

What would the Coach think? He was already suspecting that I was a fag.

I started to question myself again. Could it be because I was attracted to him that my cock was reacting this way? No... I had never gotten hard just seeing another guy naked. It was just the alcohol, the relax ambiance... If only I could watch a good old straight, or even better, lesbian porn online!

But oh shit, I should not be thinking about lesbians! My dick was hard enough at it was!

I heard a huge bang up the stairs.

"DAMN IT!" The Coach yelled.

"Sir, is everything all right?"

"DOES IT SOUND LIKE IT? FUCK! The heat system just broke down!"

The Coach all wet and visibly furious hurried downstairs and turned off the chimney.

"The chimney is connected to every heater in the place but I just found a leak, the whole thing could blow up if we were not careful. We are lucky we're still alive. We'll have to turn down everything! And no chance you can use the guest bedroom, the leak was in there, it's a whole mess!"

The kerfuffle had calmed me down a bit.

"Oh... Is there anything I can do? Sir, I want to help."

"No, no... I'm just sorry that it is happening tonight of all nights! You were too warm earlier, well, expect to be very cold tonight... And thinking about it, I won't be able to turn on the drier either, all your clothes are washed but wet. They'll be ready for tomorrow but it will take all night to get them dried without the machine..."

"That's fine, Coach. I can be a bit cold; it won't kill me! And I can sleep on the couch. I'll just need a good blanket."

"I feel like such a bad host. But no, no. I have a king size bed, the thing is huge. We can both sleep in it. I used to do that when my nephew and his parents were visiting me. I slept with my nephew all the time, he is way bigger than you; it was all right."

"No, really, I can..."

"What? Do you have a problem with that?" He looked very annoyed now. That accident with the heatwave really bummed him.

"No, we'll do as you want. I just feel like I imposed myself enough already and this is your bed..."

"I'm happy that you're here and that we have been able to talk. I, for one, had a very pleasant evening. Let's not ruin it because of some housekeeping issue. It's settled, we'll sleep in the same bed. It's big enough for three!"

"Perfect then, if you sure you don't mind."

I was not certain that I did not mind myself but I was not really in a position to complain. The Coach was doing so much for me!

"I don't." He marked a pause. "Well, I do have to ask. If we are to spend the night in the same bed... I just need to be reassured on something. You know there have been rumours."

"Rumours?"

My stomach hurt as I knew exactly where he was going with that.

"About you, being queer. Hear me out, I have nothing against homosexuals but I won't go as far as sharing my bed with one. You understand?"

"Of course, I understand."

"So, are you? Homosexual?"

"I... No... I'm not."

Damn, why did I have to sound so unsure? The thing was, lately, I had had my doubts! The Coach looked perplex by my answer but he took a deep breath and said:

"Ok then. It's settled. If you say you're not a fag, then I believe you. You know, it makes me even more appreciative of your commitment for the team. Although there was nothing gay in that, not many straight men would be willing to get jizzed on several times a week for the love of their sport!"

"I guess... I just really want to do my best for the Wolves."

"Of course, you do and that's why you're my number one! Let me just call my brother, we co-own the place and he needs to know about what happened with the heaters."

"Sure."

I went back in the living room and sat on the couch. Being naked, it started to get cold quickly. Maybe it was a good thing given my state of arousal, I was still battling to keep my dick down.

I was straight, definitely. There was just a lot of masculine energy in my life lately and I was so focused on wrestling, I did not have time to have a girlfriend or care about that. Right?

The Coach came back nearly half an hour later and he seemed more chilled. He really was determined not to wear any piece of clothing in his home.

"I had not realized it was so late already, probably you should go home early tomorrow morning. I'll have family here later in the day."

"Sure, I'll go at the first hour of the day."

"Let's go to bed then."

I was hiding in the dark, my dick had gotten hard again in the meantime. It was so surreal to be invited in bed with the Head Coach.

He climbed up the stairs and I knew I had to follow him but I also had to get soft first. I considered for a second jerking off and cumming right there but it was way too risky. I went upstairs, the Coach was already in his bed. It was indeed very large. I thought we would have each our blankets though but he was immersed under three layers of blankets that we would both be sharing. It was now very cold but my dick was irretrievably hard as a rock.

My best bet was to get under the covers quick enough that he would not notice my current state. But damn, my 9+ inches of thick meat, definitely challenging to hide!

"What you're waiting for Scotty?" He said, opening the blanket next to him where I was supposed to go lie down.

"I'm coming, Coach."

It was so weird already but my hard on was making things so much worse! I entered the room and got into the bed, but as soon as I was under the covers, the Coach looked at me interrogatively.

"You're not hard, aren't you?"

Shit. I was caught.

"No...." I mumbled stupidly.

He moved away the covers in one single move, revealing our two naked bodies.

"What's this?!" He yelled, looking at my abnormal long and erect cock, flapping against my abs.

"I'm sorry, Coach... I don't know... Sometimes it has a mind of its own!"

He got off the bed, shaken up.

"This is too much." He spoke.

Lord, for him to say that, it must really be looking bad!

"Coach, I'll just go..."

"You have not been lying to me, haven't you?"

"No, Coach... I swear!"

"Don't swear! You just told me you were not hard and now look at you! An obvious lie. This is sick, Russel!"

"I know, but it was just this one lie, because I was embarrassed. I had not said anything else which was not true, I..."

"Scott... I... I really tried to ignore the signs but here... I mean... I just cannot ignore the literal elephant in the room."

I felt myself blushing like never before.

"Coach, I don't know what's going on. For the past weeks, I've just been trained not to cum and to have my dick hard every time I go on the mat so I think it's just because I'm associating you with wrestling or something."

He paced around his room but calmed down a bit.

"Maybe... But you'll admit, Scott, one would have some reasons to doubt you!"

"What do you mean, Coach? I swear I've been honest."

"Let's say that someone was a hidden homosexual and wanted to go spend a night at his wrestling coach's place? To trick him? Maybe he could find a pretext and ask him to meet in person. Visit him during a time where snow storms are frequent. The Coach would have no other choice but to let him spend the night, would not he?"

"Coach... I..."

"Would not he?"

"Yes, but this is not what's happening here."

The situation was totally getting out of my control. I felt like anything I would say would backfire on me.

"Then, the heat system which broke down that exact same night. I don't know, Scott..."

"I know how this looks, but Coach, you were the one who proposed to me I should come in here today and..."

"Don't you dare turn the tabled on me, Scott! Everything I've done today was helping you! And you're the one with the dick leaking and dripping in my own bed. For God Sake, you are staining the sheets!"

Shit, the precum was sliding on my abs. I got out the bed.

"Sorry, I'll just go. I'll go sleep on the couch, I swear, Coach..."

I tried to go away but he grabbed my arm.

"No! It's time to settle this once for all. Either you're lying or you're in strong denial, either these were just an awful lot of coincidences and you are as straight as you say. We'll figure this now! Follow me."

I was terrified. I knew I had not tried to trick the Coach but besides that, all of the concerns raised about my potential homosexuality were going through my mind pretty much 24/7 lately. Whatever was true, I certainly did not want to find out this way!

But to find out what exactly? For fuck's sake, I was straight! I had been straight for 19 years, what the hell was happening to me?

"Here, I'll put you some porn. Girls only, and we'll see if that gets your horny."

We were back in the living room, this time, both of us were sitting naked on the couch and he was searching some porn on his computer.

"Coach..."

"Do you have a problem jerking off to girls?"

"No! Not at all. That's what I like."

"Go on then."

He launched a video where a girl was stripping naked. A brunette. Big boobs. Big ass. Just what I liked. She was not naked yet but she was getting there. I kind of forgot the Coach was breathing in my neck. I focused on the video.

The film only made me hornier, good! Maybe it was not that bad as a test. If this was sufficient to prove to Coach Ranson, and in a way to myself, that I was indeed straight, then this night could still be saved!

I turned towards him.

"See, I'm super hard watching this." I said, not seizing how ridiculous this whole thing was.

The Coach was rubbing his dick too, it was hard.

"Well, yeah, that babe is fucking hot as hell! She makes me want to do nasty things to her." He commented.

"Yes... She does..."

"But this was a bad idea. This cannot prove anything, you were hard before seeing this and now I am here, naked and hard, right beside you. A gay man attracted to his coach would love that! How can I know for sure that it is not me and my big stiffed alpha cock who made you maintain this erection?"

"Coach, you can go, I will..."

"Oh, you would love that, don't you? I go and you can do whatever you want. We don't have proof of anything!"

"What can I do Coach? I swear that I'm straight, this girl makes me want to cum so bad! I promise."

"You want to cum right now?"

"YES!"

"Perfect, so we have out test." He grabbed my arm and pushed me against the floor, I fell on his carpet, disoriented.

"Sir... What are you doing?"

"It's just me now, jerking my big dick. If you're a straight man that should disgust you. Right? If you're a gay man that should excite you even more!"

"Coach.... I..."

He moved so I would be positioned right between his thighs.

"I'll keep on checking the porn to get my big dick going but you're not allowed to look at the screen. You just stare at my big juicy cock, right there!" He held my face. "If you're straight, this will be easy, you will merely be able to maintain your erection, the sight of my hairy dick should disgust you. On the other hand, if you're a faggot, you won't be able to stop yourself from nutting."

"Coach... This is too much... I..."

"Are you afraid of the results, my boy? This is not even about me anymore.

Don't you want to find out yourself?"

"I swear I'm straight."

"Perfect then, you just have to prove it to me and we can go to bed. Stay right there between my knees. I want you to get very close and to keep on stroking that enormous dick of yours while you're staring at me!"

I obliged. But I was still so hard. I had wanting to cum for more than an hour at this point. Not to say, a whole freaking month! I knew that I would not be able to hold off my cum. But it was not because of his dick. I was just too fucking horny ALL THE DAMN TIME!