The messy adventures of our four college wrestlers continue. Make sure you've read the previous part before continuing.

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20-year-old champion wrestler Scott stalked into the locker room, dripping gunge as he went. He ripped off his singlet, grabbed his towel and hurried into the communal shower before the three other wrestlers behind him could see the huge boner he'd thrown as a result of all the gunge around his cock in the last game.

He turned the shower on and stepped under the flow, grateful for the small amount of privacy he'd have before the other guys joined him. Of course, while Scott thought he had privacy, Coach was in his office at his computer, watching the jock's sexy clean-up on the cameras he'd had installed earlier in the year.

He watched as Scott hurriedly cleaned all the gunge from his hunky body, and then spent more time focusing on cleaning all the slippery, slimy gunge from around his hard cock and his balls. He was hoping desperately that it might calm down his libido before he had to put on yet another tight singlet, with no jockstrap underneath, and show the gathered crowd everything he was packing.

Coach, watching in his office, pulled on his own hardening cock through his shorts, reaching a hand inside to grope it through his jockstrap as he watched the star wrestler's little show.

By the time the other three joined him in the shower, Scott had more or less managed to clean himself up, and hurried back into the main part of the locker room. There, Coach watched him sit naked and take a few deep breaths before pulling on the tight yellow singlet Coach had put out for him. Coach had 'accidentally' provided them all with a size smaller than they would normally wear, and the straps barely covered 6ft tall Scott's chest, both his nipples clearly on show, and his tight, peachy bubble-butt was perfectly encased in the yellow lycra.

When the four wrestlers emerged back into the gym for the next game, Coach could see that Scott had at least partially managed to control himself he seemed to be sporting a semi in his singlet, but at least he wasn't as obviously, ragingly hard as he had been before. Ah well, Coach was confident the upcoming game might change that.

"The next game is very simple. All you have to do to win is to have the most balloons inside your singlet when I blow my whistle at the end of the time."

The four wrestlers looked over as the soccer players unveiled a large mat, with slightly raised sides, those sides containing a thin layer of gunge a couple of inches deep. They then proceeded to tip around forty small balloons, the type you'd use for a water fight, into the makeshift pit. Even from a distance, it was clear that the balloons were filled with something, and the boys guessed it probably wasn't water. The soccer players slid the balloons around the pit, spacing them out and getting them all covered with gunge.

"This game is played one-on-one but don't worry boys, we'll have two rounds, so you'll all get to play. First up will be Alex vs Lucas. Make your way over to the pit."

Alex and Lucas walked over and stepped over the edge of the pit. They quickly realised that it was too slippery to stand, and so kneeled down, making their way to their starting points on opposite sides of the mat.

"Ready... GO!"

Quickly, Lucas grabbed at the nearest balloon to him, and stuffed it into his singlet. He then continued scooting around on his knees in the gunge, grabbing more balloons and shoving them down his front. He grimaced as slime coated his chest and his abs.

Across the other side of the pool, Alex was doing the same thing, slipping and sliding around in the gunge. He'd got about five or six balloons down his singlet when he heard Coach shout "Shall we make it a little more difficult for them?" and the crowd cheer.

No sooner had he heard the cheer, and wondered what Coach would be doing this time to make things more difficult, than he got his answer, as a stream of bright pink gunge hit him right in the face. He spluttered, wiped gunge from his face, and looked for the source. There he saw one of the soccer players, Jack, holding a SuperSoaker water pistol, pointing it at him with a grin on his face. He ducked just in time to avoid another stream of gunge to the face. Trying to ignore the slime being fired at him, he continued about his messy task, slipping as many slimy balloons down the front of his singlet as he could.

After about two minutes, he looked up again. Between the two of them, he and Lucas had got all the balloons down the front of their singlets, and there were no more left in the pool. "Still two minutes left guys," Coach shouted. "And don't forget, only intact balloons count."

Coach waited. Would the guys take his hint?

Alex looked at Lucas. The smaller wrestler clearly had more balloons down his singlet than he did himself... but if only ones that were intact counted...

Alex scooted over on his knees towards Lucas, who suddenly realised what was happening, and backed up. His bare feet hit the edge of the pit, whereupon two of the soccer players immediately pushed him back in towards the centre. And towards Alex, whose hands were grasping at his front. Lucas was unable to avoid him, and Alex's hands grabbed at the balloons, squeezing them through the lycra. Three or four popped, sending cold gunge gushing down the inside of Lucas's singlet. He gasped. Alex took advantage of his distraction, managing to pop three or four more before Lucas was able to scoot away.

Gathering himself at the other side of the pool, Lucas looked down, realising that now Alex had more balloons inside his singlet than he did. He looked over at Alex, who spread his arms with a grin come get me, he seemed to be saying. Lucas realised he had no choice, unless he was to lose the game without even trying.

Trying to ignore the gunge being fired at him from the soccer players' water pistols, he scooted over, arms outreached, but before he could get close, Alex grabbed him and swung him round and down on to his back into the gunge. Lucas squirmed, grabbing at Alex's front and managing to pop a few balloons. Wriggling back up on to his knees, he dived at Alex, and both of them went down into the gunge together, the air filling with the sounds of explosions as balloons popped between their bodies.

The two jocks rolled around in the gunge, getting themselves completely covered, a state that was assisted by the gunge that was being continually fired at them from Jack and the other soccer players' SuperSoakers on the sidelines. Both wrestlers still had several balloons intact as Alex rolled them both over and got himself on top of Lucas. It was at this point that Lucas realised his predicament. He was much smaller than Alex, and usually wrestled in a lower weight category he would never normally grapple with this much bigger, much stronger jock. And Alex's strength was paying off as he pinned the helpless Lucas, who could do nothing except squirm in the gunge.

Meanwhile, Alex had realised his advantage. And he was going to make full use of it. He grinned, reached down, and one-by-one he popped the balloons in Lucas's singlet, filling it with gunge. But he'd also realised that he could use his power to have some fun. Lucas was a cocky little runt, and now was his opportunity to show him who was boss.

Alex spun himself around, while using his powerful arms to keep Lucas helplessly pinned in the gunge. Then, positioning himself carefully, he sat his big, beefy, lycra-covered ass down on Lucas's face. Grinning as the crowd cheered, he rubbed his gungy butt all over Lucas's face. Then, raising himself up slightly and learning forward, he pushed his bulging crotch against Lucas's nose and mouth.

Lucas tried to protest, but any sound he could make was completely muffled by the gunge-covered cock in his face, separated from his lips by just the thinnest layer of lycra. Lucas knew how much Alex was enjoying the power over him, but he completely powerless to resist the jock's strong body. He did however manage to reach up and burst a few balloons in Alex singlet, making the bigger boy gasp as cold gunge ran down around his cock and his balls, but then Alex pinned his arms to the mat with his legs, before reaching down and methodically popping all the remaining balloons in Lucas's singlet.

His task complete, Alex sat back, smothering Lucas's face with his gungy butt and raising his arms in celebration, just as one of the soccer players emptied a bucket of bright orange gunge over his head. He celebrated his victory as gunge poured down over his head and his muscled body.

Finally, Coach blew his whistle to end the game. Alex got to his feet and left the pit, celebrating with Marc, while Lucas picked himself up out of the gunge and slowly crawled to the side. The crowd whooped and laughed at him, and he'd never felt so humiliated. Standing at the side of the gunge he met Alex's eye, and fumed as his opponent merely laughed.

"Well, looks like that round was a victory to Alex and Marc," said Coach to the cheering crowd. "Next up to play, it's Scott and Marc."

Marc and Scott made their way gingerly on their knees into the gunge pit, where the soccer players had already spread out more gunge-filled balloons. On the Coach's command, they started shovelling gungy balloons into their singlets. This time, the soccer players wasted no time, and started firing streams of gunge at them right from the start, making everything slippery and more difficult.

Before long though, all the balloons were gone, down the boys' singlets (apart from one that Marc had accidentally burst against his own chest). Marc looked over at Scott, who clearly had more balloons down his singlet, the soccer players having obeyed Coach's instruction and made sure that there were more balloons closer to Scott at the start of the game.

"Go for it Marc, pop that douchebag's balloons!" a gunge-covered Alex shouted from the sidelines.

Watching, Coach grinned. He was delighted the boys had taken his hint, and Scott was about to be treated to another singlet full of gunge. Coach had been surprised but pleased in the last game to notice Scott boning up in his singlet, clearly enjoying the new sensations of gunge swimming around his cock and his balls. He'd been even more pleased to take advantage of Scott's predicament to show him how good a slippery, gungy handjob could feel. And he'd been able to tell by the expressions on Scott's face that it had felt really good.

Scott, for his part, was still semi-hard from the last game, and the slippery balloons rubbing around his cock weren't helping. He scooted backwards on his knees, hoping to evade Marc's approach, but slipped in the gunge and fell on his side. Before he could get up again, Marc was on top of him, pushing his weight down on him and trying to pop the balloons inside his singlet.

One balloon popped, and then another. Gunge swirled around inside Scott's singlet. He pulled himself away and got back on to his knees, facing his rival. He dived at him, grabbing at Marc's shoulders and immediately slipping off, the gunge making it impossible to get a grip. The two jocks rolled around in the gunge, grappling as much as they could, grabbing at each other's bodies and trying their best to pop the gunge-filled balloons that were bulging out their rival's singlet.

The crowd cheered, treated to their second gunge-wrestling match of the afternoon. Both jocks were going in hard, evenly matched in size and weight, and both had a similar number of balloons still intact. At Coach's instruction, the soccer players sprayed more gunge in from the sides, covering the two jocks and getting them even messier and slipperier as they wrestled in the pit of slime.

After Lucas's loss, Scott knew he had to win. He tried to ignore his cock, which by now was at full mast, and the sensations of the warm, slimy gunge sliding around it, and concentrate on wrestling against Marc. He was a skilled wrestler, and even with the distractions of his horniness, he was still able to get Marc pinned, and pop a number of his balloons. He figured he was ahead, and hoped the time might soon be up so they could win.

Just as he felt he'd got the upper hand, one of the soccer players took advantage and two slimy ropes of cold, purple gunge squirted right in his face. As gunge dripped down his handsome features and he reached a hand up to try and wipe it away, Marc saw his opportunity, flipping him over and pinning him on his front, popping around half the remaining balloons in Scott's singlet in the process. Scott gasped as his singlet filled with more gunge, and tried his best to wriggle out from underneath Marc, who was pinning him by grinding his crotch against Scott's ass, unwittingly grinding Scott's horny cock into the mat and turning him on more and more. Every attempt to squirm away just increased the pressure and the friction against his slippery cock.

Fortunately for Scott, the slipperiness caused by all the gunge allowed him to break free. He squirmed away from Marc, gunge sloshing around his cock, which was ragingly hard once again. He'd never known gunge could feel so good. As he turned himself around he could feel the gunge sliding over his cock and at the same time the head of his cock rubbing against his slimy singlet, turning him on even more.

"Come on Scott, he's got more balloons than you now, you gotta burst them," came Lucas's voice from the sidelines.

Scott looked over. Lucas was right, Marc's singlet was still bulging with balloons, certainly more than his was. At this point though, he wasn't sure he cared. He was so horny, he didn't even care about losing, he just wanted the game to end so he could get out of this situation. He looked over at Coach, pleadingly, sure it must be nearly the end of the time.

Coach looked at his watch. Time was actually almost up. But after the last game, he knew how horny all this gunge and physical contact must be making Scott, and he certainly wasn't ready for this to be over yet. He shook his head at Scott, forcing him to continue with the game and the sexual torment it was causing him.

Scott hesitantly scooted back over towards Marc, on his knees in the gunge pool, reaching towards his opponent, every movement causing the head of his cock to rub against his tight, gungy singlet. He grabbed Marc around the waist and tried to get him into a hold where he could use his hands to pop some of the balloons, but Marc was having none of that. The taller boy grabbed at Scott and the two of them went down, Marc on top of him, the two of them rolling and squirming, as the soccer players poured another two buckets of gunge on top of them. As their bodies came together, Scott felt a balloon pop in Marc's singlet and silently celebrated for a moment, until he felt one pop in his too, and another wave of gunge engulfed his horny cock.

He squirmed free and tried to grab at Marc again, but his horniness was making him clumsy. Marc dived aside, then pulled Scott along with him and the two of them rolled around in the gunge, hands all over one another, bodies pressed against each other. With every brush of a hand or a leg or a bulge against his cock, Scott was getting hornier and hornier, and the gunge sliding around his groin wasn't helping. Dizzied, head spinning, he couldn't respond quickly enough to the moves Marc was putting on him, and with one final maneuver Marc got Scott on his back, straddled him and pinned him, sitting down on his crotch. He grinned and reached down, popping Scott's remaining balloons with his hands but Scott realised he had other problems.

He had to get free. Now. He squirmed helplessly, but Marc held him tight between his thighs, and Scott's pulsing cock slipped between Marc's powerful round butt cheeks. Scott saw from the look on Marc's face that he had felt it. Smiling down at him, Marc slid his butt back slightly, and then forward. And then back, and then forward again.

Scott's eyes widened at the sensations that the combination of the warm, slimy gunge and Marc's ass was causing in his cock. "Fuck, dude, no, stop, fuck..." he gasped, but it was to no avail. Marc had resented the way Scott had come in last year, immediately winning matches and taking his position as the team's golden boy, and even getting the girls who would once upon a time have been Marc's. No, this was a great opportunity to get some revenge, and he was having far too much fun to stop now, so he continued to slide his butt back and forth along Scott's throbbing cock, clenching his powerful buttocks to provide even more slippery friction, enjoying his rival's struggles. All Scott could do was squirm helplessly, and look pleadingly up at Marc as he was mercilessly driven closer and closer to the most humiliating orgasm of his life.

Coach, watching from the sidelines, realised exactly what was going on. He picked up a bucket and filled it with gunge. He wanted to make the most humiliating moment of Scott's life even messier and more humiliating. He watched carefully, closely observing the expressions on Scott's face, and when the time was right, he slowly began to pour.

The gunge hit Scott's face at the exact moment he lost control. It was the biggest, most explosive orgasm of his life, he was cumming helplessly in his gungy singlet as more gunge poured over his face, relentlessly covering him as he moaned in ecstasy. The flow of gunge finally slowed and came to a stop just as he finally stopped pumping spunk into his singlet. Marc stood up as Coach blew his whistle.

Slightly disorientated, Scott looked around, slightly stunned. He'd actually forgotten there was a game he was supposed to be playing. One, which, of course, he'd lost.

"The winner is Marc!" proclaimed Coach. The crowd were cheering, and Scott realised that somehow they actually hadn't noticed what had happened. All they'd seen was Scott winning the game. It seemed like Marc covering his crotch with his ass and Coach covering his face with gunge had hidden his orgasm from the crowd. Scott exhaled in relief as Marc hauled him to his feet.

Marc pulled him close. "So, seems like I'm the only one who knows your little secret. And I won't tell anyone as long as you promise to let me do it to you again whenever I want."

Scott gasped as Marc's hand, hidden from the crowd, groped him through his singlet. He realised he had no choice, and he nodded. Marc grinned.

With that, Coach declared the game over, with Marc and Alex unsurprisingly the winners. The four boys made their way back to the locker room while Coach instructed the soccer players to get the pies ready for the next game.

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I hope you enjoyed that as much as Scott did! The next part is coming soon - please do leave a comment below if you like these stories, and do feel free to drop me a message on here with your feedback, or if you'd like to give Coach some ideas for future games!