Pleased to meet you, my name is Nick, I am a wrestling coach. I wrestled in high school, paid my way through college wrestling, and now I teach it. I am not one of those coaches that is a teacher that just happens to be available to coach also. I have a regular job and I spend all my late afternoons and most of my weekends during wrestling season at the local high school or at meets. I met my wife Billie while we were in college so she has grown to love wrestling as much as I do. Billie and I have another thing in common when it comes to wrestling…we both like the view! Besides loving the sport on its own merit we both agree that there is nothing hotter than a toned teenage boy in a skin tight singlet. Now I know what you are thinking, “But you’re MARRIED!! And a GUY”! I know that…let me explain.

Many, many years ago, when I wrestled in high school I found something out about myself. I am a wrestling induced bisexual. I know…what the hell is that you say. Well I’ll tell you. I can honestly say that I have never had a sexual thought about a man in my life. I don’t fantasize about the guys I work with or my mechanic or any male celebrity…well except for maybe Clay Aiken. Just kidding about Clay, while I’m sure he is a great guy, he really doesn’t do a thing for me. It was a little joke. Besides I think he would look terrible in a singlet! LOL!! Seriously though, it started the very first year I wrestled, which would have been the 8th grade. That’s when I had my first sexual thought about another guy. Something about the smell of mingled sweat and skin tight spandex just turned my crank. But as soon as the season was over so were the thoughts…till the next year. But I digress…that is another story. Suffice it to say that I love my wife, I ADORE her, and I would NEVER cheat on her for ANY reason. I have never fantasized about another woman since I met Billie, but those boys in their singlets are another thing. We BOTH have hot fantasies about them. Billie and I have often whiled away many a day and night talking about our fantasies and fucking like bunnies on E. Ok, now that I’ve explained, lets get on with the story.

Like I said before, I am not a teacher/coach. I am just a coach. I take it very seriously. I take video of every match my boys have. I have video of all of their serious competition. Before a meet we go over the video of the boys they are to wrestle that day. My guys are prepared. I coach hard and give a lot of my time and resources to them. During wrestling season my whole life revolves around the team. That and the boys’ hard work have made for a great team. This particular year we had a small varsity team but they were all champs. All 8 had made State and placed high enough to go to Regionals. This was going to be a great year!

The Saturday we went to the States we rocked the meet! The bus ride back was a riot, literally! The boys were hanging out the windows, hollering at and flirting with anyone that passed us. I was driving so all I could do was look in the mirror and shake my head and laugh. The bus belonged to Billie and I, we had bought it just for this reason, that’s why I was driving. Our school wasn’t wealthy and they couldn’t afford to send the guys to the State and Regional competitions and only the closest regular meets. So a few years ago we had a chance to get our hands on this bus and the boys helped us trick it out for our needs. We kept the first 8 seats in each row and took out the rest. This gave the guys a place to lay down if they were tired or to stow their blankets and pillows and such. Anyway, like I said they were completely stoked. This was the first time any school in our district had the entire varsity team going to Regionals! They had a right to be proud! It was well after dark when we pulled down my driveway. I felt a momentary twinge of pity for Billie. I had called her on our way back and told her the good news so she had some idea of how nuts everything was going to be but I still pitied her this mad hoard of victorious, hormonal and VERY hungry warriors that was, at this very moment, descending on her.

You might be wondering why they were all coming to our house. It’s simple really. When we got the bus I asked the guys if they would mind having their parents pick them up at our house instead of having to go back to the school and then come home. This turned into they just decided to stay at our house on those Saturdays nights. Billie would have pizza or chicken or something when we got there and we’d have breakfast with them the next morning. We would then load into the bus and go to the school if there was to be a group practice that Sunday or they would get rides out if not. Needless to say Billie and I were fine with that! Even though Saturdays were sometimes VERY long days we would always have the energy for some crazy hot sex when the boys were sleeping in our finished basement/rec room.