I was on the wrestling team with Brody since we were in our sophomore year in high school. Brody was a good looking guy with big muscles in his legs, back and glutes. He wrestled in the 195 weight class and I was in the 160 weight class. We had grown to be good friends over the years. I admit I had sort of a bro-crush on Brody. I kept it to myself because I didn't want to lose Brody as a friend.
Over the summer of our senior year Brody had packed on about 15 pounds of pure muscle. From what I saw in the shower his dick got thicker and his balls hung lower as well. Everything about him seemed bigger. He was really turning into a classically handsome and hung man. When I was alone in my bed at night, I would fantasize about playing with his big dick, while beating off. Because I was 18 years old I beat off a lot. I mean a lot!
Our coach was a big man with a physic that put us all to shame. He was about 240 pounds and 6'3" tall. He could dead lift 300 pounds and he could complete 50 pushups with one of us wrestlers sitting on his back. He curled 65 pound dumbbells like they were made out of air. He was a powerful man! He also was mean as a junk yard dog and treated us like he owned us. He was loud, he was obnoxious and he swore up a storm. He never asked us, but, commanded us to do his bidding. He called us pussies and little girls when he didn't think we were trying hard enough. When the coach yelled for you to hit the showers, you hit the showers. If he told you to "Fucking get your mind in the game!" You did exactly what he said, when he said it. No one gave the coach any shit. He was one tough fearless fucker. The most important thing to the coach was that he had a championship team. He lived and breathed wrestling! The most compelling thing, to know, about the coach, was that he was Brody's Dad.
I felt sorry for Brody having such an alpha male as a father, but, he didn't seem to mind. Brody's mother died when he was young and now it was just him and his Dad. Brody was the best wrestler we had on the team. I think part of that was the extra training he got from having his Dad as a coach.
Like Brody, I had lost a parent. My own Father died when I was in second grade. I think that is why I liked Brody so much. He was the male influence, in my life, that I craved.
If I had a bro-crush on Brody, I had a man-crush on Coach Stone. Coach Stone wasn't the kind of guy who you could talk to. He made you feel like he had more important things to do than listen to some high school wrestler. "What the fuck you want now?" coach would boom. I learned early on that keeping quiet around him and following orders was best for survival. I was terrified of the big man, but, his alpha superior attitude and his thick muscles made my dick tingle.
Shortly after school had started Brody celebrated his 18th birthday. He invited me over to his house to see how his Dad had fixed up the garage to be his man cave. I was expecting it to be a great place to watch a football game with a big screen TV and a comfortable sofa. I was surprised when Brody unlocked the garage door and the space had been converted into a gym complete with a wrestling circle outlined on the rubberized mats that covered most of the floor. The walls were mirrored from the floor to the ceiling. There was a sauna, shower and a Jacuzzi as well. "Only men are allowed in here!" Brody said with pride. This is where I practice my moves and my Dad gives me the pointers that I need. "No kids and no women are allowed!"
Just then Coach Stone pushes through the door. "What did I fucking tell you about being in the man cave Brody?" the coach said as if he were angry. Brody started to untie his shoes while the coach pulled off his own shoes. "It's the same when your here Chris." I immediately began to take off my shoes. But Brody and Coach Stone continued pulling off their shirts and dropping their pants. "Chris, this is a man cave. Only men are allowed in here. We are allowed to be buck naked. We are men who are proud of our bodies. When we're here, we are naked!" Both Brody and the coach were down to their jockstraps. It figured that both father and son would wear a jock under their street clothes! I was anxious to get a really good look at Brody's thick cock. But, I couldn't believe that I was going to be in the same room as the coach naked!
