Tyler has turned out to be one of the most naturally gifted sportsmen I’ve ever had the pleasure to coach. He’s fast, he’s got a great level of fitness, and he’s not afraid to push himself. I’ve taken him through his paces in a number of sports from baseball to track and field, but he’s lately expressed a somewhat surprising interest in wrestling. The other day he asked a little nervously if he could show me the singlet he’d bought himself. I was happy to take a look. Not only did I want to make sure it was a quality uniform, but I needed to make sure it fit him right. When that boy emerged from the changing rooms wearing what can only be described as a second layer of skin stretched over the top of his beautifully-toned body, I could hardly stop staring. To say he looked amazing was the understatement of the year. He was also sporting a pretty impressive hard-on, which the red lycra of the singlet was clinging to for dear life! His immense helmet was bulging over his belly button, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Clearly, he was still reacting to our last encounter. I pulled and poked at the singlet, pretending I was checking the way it fit around his shoulders and under his arms, but, being honest, I really just wanted to cop a feel! I started to touch him more intimately and he responded by gently running his hands over my thighs. Within seconds, it was game on! We were literally all over each other, feeling each other up, lustfully touching every inch of each other’s bodies, hearts thumping, heads pounding… It felt as though I were running my hands over a statue made from Italian marble.I couldn’t stop touching his dick through that stretchy lycra fabric. Something about it made his perfect body even more delicious. I needed to have him. And I wanted to see his cock bust out of his tight suit...