Submitted by Ziggity last May 2nd 2009, 11:05 AM

“Okay guys, that’s enough!” the coach yelled through the gym.
I’m in the high school wrestling team and have practice every Wednesday after school, I’ve always loved wrestling and the friction with other men, of course I’m the only gay guy there, and no one knows about it. I’d thought that’d be for the best, especially with this sport.
Our wrestling coach is fucking hot, his name is Alex and he’s 30 years old, has a hairy, muscular chest with a cute raspy beard.

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