Sharing a Sleeping Bag With a Guy On My Wrestling Team

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

I can still feel the cold when I think back on that trip. It crawled into my bones. It was supposed to be a team building weekend for the wrestling team, a chance for the coaches to get us away from campus and force us to bond. I already lived in close quarters with these guys all year, but this was different. This was tents, dirt, freezing air, and sharing a tent with Max.

I hated Max. Or I loved hating him. I never really figured out which one it was. We had been locked in this weird rivalry since freshman year, both of us obsessed with being the best on the team, the strongest, the hottest, the guy everyone talked about. Every time I gained an edge, he found a way to steal it. Every time he won something, I felt it in my stomach like a punch. When I would beat him out, I saw the same feeling on his face.

And the girls... Max always got the ones I wanted. I had bigger muscles, but he had that stupid jawline and the hair that looked messy in a cool way. He was the guy every girl seemed to look at first. I pretended not to care, but every time he hooked up with someone hot, something twisted in me.

We were assigned tents randomly. Of course I ended up with him.

Earlier that day, when we first arrived in the desert, I had mooned him and a couple of the guys. Just messing around while I was taking a piss. I dropped my pants to my ankles like a toddler trying to make them laugh. They did. But Max didn’t. His face went red. I watched his jaw tighten, and he glared like I had crossed some line. I shrugged it off, but it stayed with me. It felt personal.

When we zipped up the tent that night, the cold hit immediately. My breath fogged the air in front of me. Max already had his sleeping bag laid out. I didn’t. Some idiot forgot to pack enough sleeping bags for everyone, and guess who didn’t get one.

“Guess you’re screwed,” Max said, smirking.

“Guess you’re keeping your balls on your side,” I answered, fake laughing even though on the inside I was already getting a little irritated.

He lay back in his bag and pulled out his phone. “You wanna see who I hooked up with last weekend?” he said.

I already knew who. A girl I had told him I liked. I swallowed it down. “Sure.”

He turned the screen toward me. Not just her. Him. Them. In his room. The pic was his big dick laying across her body, with her boobs visible as well. His abs were in the foreground, and his long, thick shaft was glistening, clearly covered in her pussy juice from having just fucked her. And his size was crazy. He kept scrolling slowly, showing several pics from the night. He wanted me to look, under the guise of just being a cool bro, but the unspoken rivalry of showing me his sexual prowess and impressive cock just added to the tension.

“Nice,” I said, even though I had the urge to punch him. I was hormonal. Competitive. Horny. Mad. I could feel heat in my face even with the cold. “She’s hot.”

He wasn’t watching the screen. He was watching me.

“You ever get with her?” he asked.

“No.”

“Mmm.” He smirked.

It triggered something in me. “You wanna see something actually nice?” I asked.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. Show me.”

I pulled up a couple pics of my cock. I know it wasn't what he was expecting. But they were ones I had sent to girls before, ones where I looked good. My muscles were bigger than his. I turned the screen toward him.

Max made a mock disgusted face and went quiet for a second. His eyes flicked down to the crotch of my pants, then up at me, then down again. Competitive. Curious. Something else.

“That’s you?” he asked. “Looks too big.”

I laughed. “You think I googled it?”

We went back and forth about who had the bigger dick, and it stopped being a joke quickly. He leaned in like he wanted to study my pics again, pretending he couldn’t see the screen well. I told him mine had more weight to it. He said his had more length. I said his angle was cheating. It turned into this stupid standoff where neither of us actually laughed, just forced a chuckle to keep an ostensibly light mood while we got competitive. We were both sitting too close.

He nudged my shoulder with his and said, "You really think you’re bigger than me?"

"Yeah," I said. "I do."

He gave this short breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. "No way."

"Max, I’m literally showing you," I said, tapping my phone. "Use your eyes."

He leaned closer, like he needed to double check. "Length matters more. Mine clears yours."

"Only because you used that stretched out angle. Everyone knows the 0.5 lens is cheating."

"Lighting counts too," he said. "Yours is cheating."

I shot back, "Yours looked like an AI pic."

Something cracked in the air after that. He didn’t look away. I didn’t either. His breathing changed. Mine did too. Our shoulders were touching without either of us shifting back.

He said quietly, "We could settle it for real." He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink.

I felt my stomach drop. "Yeah. We could."

Neither of us moved. Neither of us reached for our waistbands.

Max finally exhaled and looked away. "Whatever," he said. But his voice was strained.

I locked my phone. He locked his.

We lay down on opposite sides of the tent, falling asleep in a few minutes. 

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The air got colder as we slept. I woke up in the middle of the night, my body shaking so hard that my teeth hurt. I tried to curl into myself, clutching my hoodie and sweatpants, but it wasn’t doing anything to keep me warm.

“Dude,” I whispered, “I’m freezing.”

“You should’ve packed better,” he mumbled.

“Move over. Seriously.”

I could hear the hesitation in his breath. Then he sighed. “Fine.”

I crawled toward him, lifted the edge of the sleeping bag, and started to slide in. I had to take off all my layers except my underwear, since the sweats didn't fit into the sleeping bag. When I squeezed myself down into it, the warmth hit me first. It felt so amazing and comfortable after the harsh cold. Tingles of warmth radiated through my body and felt like heaven. My back pressed to his chest, and I didn’t even care that it was the douchebag I didn’t like behind me. 

His legs lined up behind mine, and I could feel his package touching me. The bag was cramped, so everything fit together.

“Keep your balls off me,” I muttered.

“Keep your ass off me,” he whispered back.

When our bodies touched, there was a lot more physical contact than I realized. In the dark, I could feel that he was only wearing his underwear as well.

He chuckled behind me. "There's too much meat down there."

It was mostly quiet after that. After a minute, his breathing indicated that he had fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and tried to do the same.

Then I felt it.

His body shifted. His hips adjusted. And something firm rested against me. I told myself he was asleep. Guys get hard sometimes. That's normal.

Then he rolled his hips again. It felt deliberate.

My eyes snapped open. Max’s breath warmed the back of my neck. I stayed still at first.

His hand slid to my hip.

I froze. I didn’t move. I didn’t say anything.

He pulled me in closer.

His hips pressed forward again, and the pressure felt heavier this time. I felt every inch of him, the full size I had seen in those photos, now hot and real and pinned between my ass and his stomach, only separated by our underwear. I felt my own erection throb and ache, which I told myself was just nerves. I got a boner every ten minutes throughout the entire day, every day. This was just that, even if his hog was pressing into me like I was some girl he wanted to fuck. It wasn’t a joke or a brag anymore. It was his dick, fully hard, fully pressed against me, and I felt my whole chest tighten with this confused rush of adrenaline.

He moved again, testing whether I would pull away. His hard tip slid along the curve of my cheeks, enough that I felt the drag through the thin fabric of my underwear. I held my breath on instinct. I didn’t know if he was asleep or what was going on. I didn’t know if he thought I was asleep. I only knew that I kind of liked it and wanted to feel it some more. I told myself I was just letting it happen to avoid the embarrassment of waking him up and confirming what was happening. I'll pretend I'm asleep. And if he just stops in a minute, I'll just pretend this never happened.

He nudged forward and I felt him pulse against me. The pressure lined up with my butt cheeks and I knew it was definitely intentional. I swallowed hard. My thoughts were all over the place. I kept telling myself to stop this, to shift forward, to break the tension, but my body stayed exactly where it was. I wondered when my muscles were going to listen to my brain and push him away, but they never did. Instead, my hips pushed back a little, welcoming him onto my body.

When he thrust again, he let all of his weight settle onto me. His full hog slid right up between my cheeks and pressed directly against my hole, even through the thin cotton, and the feeling pushed a tingle up my spine. I couldn’t keep pretending to be asleep after that. My chest felt hot. My body tensed.

I reached behind me before I fully processed what I was doing. My hand curved back until my fingers hooked the waistband of his underwear. I pulled it down just enough to free his big, throbbing dick, and I felt his hand move up my body, caressing me and giving me more tingles. He didn’t stop me from pulling out his package. Instead, he pushed his hips forward in a slow, steady glide that sent his bare warmth across my skin.

He moved his hand to my lower stomach, holding me still while he used his other hand to tug my waistband down as well, exposing my ass. His bare girth lined up with me in one long, hot slide, settling right between my cheeks again. My whole body tightened around the sensation. I felt him press right against my hole, close enough that I felt the pressure of it, but not pushing in, just grinding there in another slow, heavy caress that made me breathe out hard.

His grip tightened on my hips. The movement picked up. He started to release some muted grunts from his throat, that he was clearly trying to hold back.

He moved faster, like he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. His breaths broke into shaky little bursts against my neck. His grip tightened on my waist and pulled me flush to him so there was no space left at all as his warm, muscular chest squeezed against my back. His hips jerked in short, heavy motions, pressing his dick tightly between our bodies, held between my cheeks and his sweaty abs. The whole sleeping bag shifted with us, fabric rustling loudly. I was sure they could hear us in the next tent if they were awake.

I felt him swell against me, and his body went rigid for a second, his chest pressing hard into my back. I felt his pecs tense as his big arms squeezed me tightly. His biceps held my torso, locking me in place. Then he pushed forward in one sharp drive, followed by another, and I felt the sudden hot wetness spill out of him in a few quick pulses. It coated my ass and lower back in warm streaks. He stayed like that for a few seconds, his chest heaving, holding on to me, his hips pressed tight against me.

He didn’t slow down right away. His hips kept working in these smaller aftershocks, little thrusts he probably couldn’t control. Each one pressed his length along me again.

"Damn," he whispered, barely audible. His voice sounded dazed, and somehow still cocky at the same time.

He gave one last slow grind, more of a drag than a thrust, and muttered, "Thanks for the body heat." He said it like a broey joke, forcing me to make a confused face that he didn't even see in the dark.

He pulled back a little. He shifted enough to tug his underwear up, fumbling a little. He rolled to face away from me after that, his butt pushing back against my hip as he settled in, like he didn’t care that we were still touching.

He didn’t say anything. He seemed to fall asleep right away.

I lay awake a long time, staring at the dark ceiling of the tent, hard and confused, but warm. I didn’t even know if he had been awake for that. But either way, why did I let it happen? It felt good. I kept feeling the wetness of his jizz on on my ass and lower back as it transitioned from warm to cool, and I fell asleep with a soft smile on my face.