Champ

He was still in his singlet, his cock bulging obscenely through the dark blue spandex ... his body covered in sweat, he smelled of musk and masculinity.

It was in March of 1983 and Chris had just won the 174 pound weight class at the tri-state wrestling invitational at our college. I was one of the three hundred or so people jammed into the gym to watch the matches, and when I saw my boyfriend pin not one, but two guys in two successive matches, well, let's just say my pride wasn't the only thing that was swelling.

Somehow, we beat a hasty retreat, losing ourselves in the crowd, and slipping out a back door. We ran back to the dorm room and locked the door behind us.

I was on my knees while he rubbed his crotch in my face. I breathed in deep his rugged aroma, while he pushed my face into his bulge. He paused for a second, slipping his arms through his uniform and peeling the outfit down to fully expose his bare chest. Then, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up and to him, to his armpit, where I licked the abundant, salty liquid from him ... he then pushed me to his rock hard tits and I sucked at them with abandon, causing him to growl and hold me closer until I began biting at them and felt his body shiver and shake.

I took the lead for a second, and worshiped his biceps, licking and kissing the rock-hard muscles of his arms and he whispered something under his breath.

Slowly, he brought his hands up and gently pushed at my shoulders, bringing me back down on the floor to a kneeling position again. And then he loosened his cock from his uniform and jock strap. It stood straight up like a flesh colored piston rod, and I licked my lips in anticipation of sucking it.

I attacked the dick of my conquering hero, and sloppily swallowed every inch of it. Immediately, his stoic demeanor broke, and he started trash talking, calling me his bitch, his slave; and all the while, his hips swaying as he fucked my face.

As I was sucking he reached down and savagely yanked at one of my tits, holding it tight and not letting go ... I went at it even more, enjoying the sharp pain that shot through me.

And then the phone rang, and without missing a beat, he picked it up, while his cock was still in my mouth, "Sure coach, give me an hour ... sure, you bet." He hung the phone up and pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, pointing to the bed, "Get your pants off and spread."

He mounted me quickly, and I bit down on a pillow while his rod plowed into me quickly and with no time to adjust. He kept slapping at my ass cheeks while he pounded me, and yanking on my hair, pulling my head back and asking if I liked it.

I told him to hurt me.

He pulled my left arm back, and locked it into the small of my back causing me to let out a howl of pain. "Fuck you, bitch, you love it!" He said without a hint of irony in his voice.

But he was right.

He was flat on top of me, his body smashing into mine, the bed shaking and the headboard slamming into the wall ... he kept biting me on the back of my neck and spitting and cursing me out ...

My body was wracked in pain, but my cock was as hard as steel and leaking precum into the bed cover beneath me. I kept egging him on, calling him, "Champ", which he loved hearing.

"That's right, punk! Champ is gonna fuck your ass so hard you'll be paralyzed when I'm through!"

Then he brought both of his meaty hands to my hips, and lifted me up, off of the bed, so that I was facing a wall. I braced myself against, my hands resting on the cold panel. He spit on his cock once and then shoved it back into me and I let go with a howl as the pain coursed through me. That was met with a few more brutal slaps to my already bruised ass. A few seconds later, he pulled my head back and whispered menacingly, "Open your mouth", and shoved his sweaty jockstrap in. I gagged, and he laughed and called me a pig.

His jock was as salty as his sweat, and I savored it. Humiliated and excited all at once.

With his cock in me, to the hilt, he reached up with both of his arms and brought them around my neck and pulled me back causing me to find myself airborne for a second and then back on the bed. He flipped me over so that I was on my back and yanked the filthy strap from my mouth and tossed it aside. Then, he just stood there for a second, his cock dripping honey, his body a sheen of muscle, his dark curly hair hanging in his face, his eyes, boring through me... he spit on his cock, and then lifted my legs and remounted me.

This time, the fucking was more gentle, he locked eyes with me and said, "You drive me crazy", and then moved in to kiss me. I pulled him in closer and met his kiss, reveling in the feel of his beard stubble on my face, drunk on the smell of his sweat, insane from the pent up lust and excitement he brought forth in me ... I may drive him crazy, but it was a two way street .

He was finishing up now, close to an orgasm, I knew it. His breathing sped up, his face a vivid shade of scarlet ... And then he pushed into me one last time and let out a yell that shook the walls. I stared up at him as every vein in his neck began to pulsate and his body shook uncontrollably ... suddenly he placed both of his meaty paws on my chest and pushed down as he emptied every drop of his load up my ass. He breathed in once and then fell onto me, saying my name over and over.

When he pulled out, his cock was still erect. He looked down on me and licked his lips and then he went for my cock ... his head bobbing up and down quickly, he worked my member like the champ that he was, and he had my body shaking with delight ... I held his head down and found myself braying a litany of obscenities as he blew me ... and when his hands shot up for my tits, and he started twisting them while sucking me off, I thought my head might explode ... and then I felt a pleasure wave hit me and I pulled his head down further, and slammed my hips into his face while I arched my back and found myself blinded by a ray of late Saturday afternoon sunlight that had somehow broke though the March clouds and found me through a dorm window ... I said his name over and over until I thought I might be going slightly insane by the rush of sexual satisfaction ... finally, I came back to earth, and Chris kissed me, and I could taste my own cum which was all over his tongue.

We took a shower together later, and cleaned each other off. I could see the bruises he had sustained from the wrestling matches earlier. One was on his back, a big nasty red bruise, and the other was on his left hip, a yellow and orange semi-circle. I kissed both of them gently while we showered. And when it was his turn to clean me, he used a small hose attachment to the shower to clean out my ass which was loaded with his spunk. We finished up by shampooing each others hair until finally, the hot water had run out.

"Get dressed", he said as I was toweling off, "Wear those 501's you look so good in, you're coming with me to the coach's house. His wife and him are throwing a little party for the squad".

"Yeah, but, what about the rest of the team, won't they be there with their dates? I mean..."

He laughed and said, "OK, half of those guys, for whatever reason, don't date, four of them, and I know this for a fact, are gay, and the rest of them ... fuck 'em, they can say anything they want, I'll kick their asses."

We walked to the coach's house, it was on the other side of the campus where a group of homes for some of the college's professors were. As we walked, snow flurries began and the night grew much colder.

I actually had a great time at the party. Coach Donovan and his wife were pretty cool people, and the spread was incredible. I never saw so much food! What a treat for a starving college student. Chris was treated like royalty by his squad mates, and, by default, so was I.

Sometime around nine o clock, Chris introduced to this really big dude named, Kurt.

Man, he was fucking hot.

"Hey, Kurt's coming with us later, I think you and him will really get along", Chris said nonchalantly while I shook the hand of the big, beautiful hunk in front of me; The guy who wrestled in the 194 pound weight class ...

Later on, as the three of us trudged back to the dorm, the snow had grown heavier, Kurt and Chris had smuggled a few beers with them and offered me one, and so we swigged as we walked on through the night .

I guess it should have come as no surprise - when we got back to the dorm - what happened next was just the icing on the cake. Chris told me to sit on the bed, and so I did. And he sat next to me and kissed me. And then, as if on cue, Kurt knelt down on the floor and undid my pants first and then did the same to Chris... then we kissed deeply while the big guy took turns sucking on our cocks...