Title: True Story Alert: So, there is more to the story of me weari..

Message: True Story Alert: So, there is more to the story of me wearing a singlet. In my school days, I wanted to join the wrestling team to be with my friends. I had a crush on BJ (his initials, haha), and he had joined. During drills and training I went from chunky kid to tight. Learned all the moves, but was never very good. Biggest enjoyment I had was in the locker room of course, when all the boys were stripping down to shower. I had the biggest hanging dick save for 3 boys, BJ (same size) and C.Q. and A.?. (don't remember his last name). I usually didn't shower at the same time as those boys because my dick was on a trigger. I waited until after I saw them come back from the showers, their towels never covering their swinging junk and perfectly hairy bods for high school. My real test was my first match. I never got paired with another wrestler on the team for a full match, only learning the moves. My first match was at another local High school with an opposing team. I was paired with another kid in my weight category. Was so nervous about the match since I was unprepared. I noticed how hot the other guy was but my nerves masked my horniness this time. But as soon as the ref blew his whistle, I went from fear of being a bad wrestler to laser focused on the guy across from me; muscled, hair pits and large bulge accentuated by the jock under his singlet and the visible straps on his back side. He had the take down, but pushed us both out of the circle you had to stay inside, so we had to reset which means I was on all fours, he had to get to my left side with one arm around me with hand on my stomach and the other resting in the crook of my elbow waiting for the whistle. I remember my heart beating and my cock pulsing with my heart beat. This guy easily took me down, with my face slamming into the mat and him driving his full weight into my body from the rear, where I felt his tight body against my ass, his bulge against my hip as he pushed my body to flip onto my back. To win a match, you had to pin a guy on his back, shoulder blades both pressed flatly on the mat. The easiest way to get this is to get the guy on his back with a leg pulled up with one arm, and that arm very often was pressed fully on the other guys crotch. How more pubescent boys didn't spontaneously pop wood, I really don't know. I instantly started growing fast with his forearm lined up perfectly along my growing shaft. My strength came from out of no where as I kicked my legs trying to break his hold and we ended up in a rocking match with him trying to pin my shoulders flat, and me kicking my legs which rocked our bodies back and forth, his forearm basically stroking my very erect penis. My dick at this point in life had already grown to fully adult size, which at the time was between 8 1/2 and 9" (long story I will share another time for why I am only 8" now, but don't want to get off track). So, we are locked in a rocking back and forth battle and I feel myself having the first feelings of an orgasm, my cock pulsing. I hear my teammates screaming encouragement for me to break free and my fear of cumming inside my thin jock strap and seeping thru my singlet so everyone could see was terrifying to me. I did the only thing I could do, which was stop fighting, allowing my shoulders to go slack on the mat and a quick count to three from the ref and a match loss for me. The opponent stood up, not paying attention to his opponent laying on the ground. Typically you have the winner and loser stand and raise the hand of the winner. I pretended that I had a pulled muscle in my hamstring and pulled one leg up and was grimacing my face in pain like I had stressed myself beyond repair. The ref asked if I was ok, and I nodded yes, and said "hamstring pull!'. He nodded and lifted the victors arm, while one of the coaches from my team came to check on me. I told him I was ok, but was totally locked up (totally believable). My erection, out of extreme fear, was 1/2 gone (thank jesus) as my coach helped me over to the nearby bench to allow me to rub my hamstring in peace. I looked down and indeed, I had been trickling out a lot of precum right where my dick had been resting. I quickly rearranged to make my dick point way down, and any further precum would have to be hidden closer to where my balls were. Did he or my team mates ever know why I had lost that match? I really don't know. But I can tell you that not long after, I quit wrestling because I couldn't handle the pressure of spontaneous erections. Our singlets were the same color maroon which is why I chose this one as my first purchase. And my friend and neighbor, fellow wrestler BJ, actually tought me how to jerk off on our frequent summer get-togethers after watching my first porn (with Annie Sprinkle, a 70's porn star who was pretending to be Betsy Ross blowing her way through revolutionary patriots) , where he also let me feel his thick dick surrounded by his light blond pubes. Maybe he knew all along? I even once implied that possibly I would like to try blowing him (like Annie did), but he never took me up on it. I still think back to that day, and all the days in the locker room with BJ, CQ and A?. There was one day that CQ, a school bully, threw a used condom on me that stuck to my back and I didn't know what it was as I threw it in a nearby trashcan. When someone later told me what it was, I got so hard, and during gym class snuck back to the bathroom, found the condom still leaking with cum and played with it as I jerked off in the stall. I imagined CQ's huge and hairy dick and what it must have looked like hard and how he threw his jizz on me. I must have jerked off 100's of times to this image. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this memory.