Wrestling with His Libido (Gay College Jock Sex)
Travis has always acted strangely around his wrestling team captain, Quentin. But when Quentin offers to stay after practice and help Travis with his technique, an off-handed bet leads to the exploration of much more. More
WRESTLING WITH HIS LIBIDO is a delicious tale of first-time gay sex between college jocks, featuring lascvious descriptions of explicit gay sex, oral sex, swallowing, wrestling, and face-fucking.
Travis nodded and then tensed his thighs and twisted his body. I didn’t resist so that he could get a feel for the basic maneuver. He rolled us so that I was on my back and he was sitting on my chest just below my neck.
“Nice job!” I smiled up at him. He looked down at me and grinned again, clearly proud. Then his face fell and he eased off of me quickly. I could see a swelling bulge in his shorts. He looked away and stood awkwardly with his side to me. I lay there and gazed up at him for a moment, unsure where to go from there.
“Sorry,” he muttered, and placed his hands over his crotch.
I sat up and waved a hand at him in dismissal. “It happens. It’s a rush when you pin someone.”
I racked my brain for a way to put him at ease as I stood and faced him. I remembered him handing me my jock and inspiration struck. “Here, how about this,” I said. “We’ll spar a little and make a bet. If I pin you, you have to wear my jock on your head and let me take a picture.”
He laughed nervously and looked at the floor but let his hands fall to his sides. “Um, OK. What if I pin you?”
It was my turn to laugh. “I don’t think that’s gonna happen just yet.”
He gazed into my eyes and his face grew serious. “You’re the one who came up with this bet idea. What do I get?”
He was trembling a little and I could tell he was nervous. “Well, what do you want?” I asked.
“Uh. Well… If I win, I get to, um, suck your cock.” The last three words came out in a rush all mashed together.
I glanced at his full lips involuntarily and chuckled, startled. “What?”
He peered up at me. “Well, I mean, you know I think you’re hot. I mean, you have to know after all this time. I, um, I think I might like guys and…” His voice trailed off as a dark red flush crept over his cheeks. “Never mind. I’m sorry.”
I thought for a second and realized that he would never be able to pin me but if he had some motivation, maybe he’d work harder at learning these techniques. “No, no. Fine. If you pin me, I’ll let you blow me.”
He looked startled and searched my eyes to see if I was fucking with him. “Seriously?”
I nodded and smirked. “Yes. But you won’t pin me, so don’t get too excited.”