Private Off-Season Wrestling Practice with Coach

 It all started in the summer back in high school, I had some specific interest in wrestling but was unable to compete last year and left on decent terms... One night I get a message from my Coach asking if I could make it to a practice late one night at the school's gym. I lived just down the street from the school and agreed to it.

The night finally came and I snuck out of the house with a gym bag roughly just before midnight, giving myself some time to get to the school. On the way I wondered why he wanted to practice with me privately, but realized it most likely had to do with not being able to play last year. He told me to go around to the back of the school and he would open the gate so I could get to the locker-room door from the back and not have problems with the custodians. As I approached, I saw him and passed through the gate- him closing it behind me as I walked into the locker room.

In the oddly dim locker room, I saw him. Coach was always decently fit, had flat red-blondish hair, and had a stereotypical coach-ish voice. He gestured for me to sit on a bench in between a row of lockers opening up so he could see from his office. He came out minutes later with a gym bag and handed it to me with a dead stare, then turning back to his office and closing the door after mumbling

"Come in when your ready."

I noticed that his blinds over his windows were down so he couldn't see the locker room from the office, which seemed odd but I then focused on the bag. I sat my bag in my empty former locker, closed it quietly, set his bag on my lap, and slowly unzipped it. I looked at the inside of the bag, and looked at things pretty familiar to me; a stick of deoderant, a wrestling uniform (red) and headgear, a pair of black compression shorts, the wrestling head-gear, and a few other minor things...

I slowly stripped away and slid on the compression-shorts, then looked up at the coach's office to think for moment, but then put on the uniform, and a quick swipe of the deodorant. I then zipped-up the bag, set it under the bench, and slid inside his office closing the door behind me.

He sat at his desk, eyes dead-fixed on me as I slowly entered the room.

"Take a seat, glad you showed up." he said, pointing at a chair in front of his desk facing him...

"Your probably wondering why I wanted to practice with you privately, and here's why- first of all, you weren't able to participate at all last year for multiple reasons, so you'll need touching up if you plan on doing it this year. Second- Most of that you said was because you were uncomfortable because your gay, and I plan on helping you with that. Those compression shorts will hide your boners, and I'm going to train you very physically so you can take it. It's time for you to get used to handling other men's bodies. If I help you, you can't drop out this year. There is no turning back when we start either. Understand? Do you want my help boy? Hm?" He said,

"Well... Okay, sure coach. I'll do anything you say if you think you can make me feel okay with it." I hesitantly said...

*** To be continued...