In Part 1, the guys of the Storm Heights College wrestling team agreed to a fundraiser organised by their Coach, to raise the money to take them to the State meet. But they'd had no idea the messy fun the Coach had had in store...



Alex stormed into the locker room at the head of the group of wrestlers, still dripping gunge and pie. He was furious he hadn't banked on spending this day having buckets of slop poured over him and pies slammed into his face for the entertainment of everyone else in the college. He ripped off his singlet and his jockstrap, and stalked into the showers.

Once they'd undressed, Scott, Marc and Lucas followed. None of them could believe what they'd got themselves into.

"And this is just the start," said Lucas, as he stood under the warm water. "I bet Coach has got more games planned for the rest of the afternoon."

"Yeah, you're right," agreed Marc. The tallest member of the team rubbed at his body, his face and his hair to get rid of all the gunge and pie from the last game.

The three of them continued to complain to each other as they cleaned off their fit, muscular bodies. Scott, meanwhile, was quietly showering on the far side of the locker room. Newly arrived at Storm Heights College, he didn't know the others well, and they didn't know him.

Marc, Lucas and Alex were also taking this opportunity to size up their new team-mate and rival. Straight as they were, even they could tell that Scott was incredibly handsome, with thick curly hair and a winning smile that had already caught more than a few eyes around the college. His fit, toned body was the perfect physique for wrestling, and he'd certainly been squatting in the gym. 'His bubble butt's nearly as good as mine', thought Marc to himself. It also hadn't escaped Marc's attention that Scott had a thick cock swinging between his legs that was nearly as big as his own. Marc loved to show off in the locker room, walking around naked and showing off his big cock swinging from side to side as he wandered around among the other guys, intimidating with his size, his manliness and his dominance.

Cleaned up, the four emerged from the showers drying themselves off, where they discovered that Coach had left fresh singlets for them, ready for the new game. As he prepared to pull his on, Alex realised that the jockstrap he'd worn under his singlet from the first game was soaked through and completely ruined. The others were all in the same position, there was no way they could wear those again.

"Man, I wish I'd thought to bring a spare jock," said Alex.

"How could you have known though?" responded Lucas. "We didn't know they were going to get ruined before lunchtime."

"Doesn't look like we've got much choice," said Scott. He was already pulling the fresh singlet up his legs. "Let's get out there and get on with this."

The other guys shrugged, realised there was nothing they could do it about it now, pulled their singlets on and headed outside.

As he jogged over towards where Coach had set up the next game, Marc quickly realised that, without a jockstrap, the singlet gave no support to his thick, long cock and big balls. With every step he took, they bounced up and down, clearly outlined through the thin, tight lycra. 'Oh well,' he thought. 'At least I've got plenty to show.'

The boys took their places for the next game, lining up in front of a mat, like those they wrestled on every day, measuring about 5 metres by 5 metres. One side of the mat had a wooden barrier that they couldn't see over. The mat had a low lip on each of the other three edges, so that it formed a very shallow, though empty, pool. And lined up along the left and right sides of the pool were several very full buckets of colourful, thick-looking gunge.

"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. I hope you're enjoying our games today, and if you are, please remember this is all in aid of a good cause. We're fundraising today to take these four lads to the State Meet, so please do drop any spare change you have into one of the collection buckets you'll see all around the field.

"We're now ready for our second game. It's called Balloon Bomb Catch, so guys, listen up, here's the rules.

"After the last game tested your mind and your reactions, this is more of a physical challenge for you all. You'll all stand on the mats facing the wall. Every few seconds, a balloon will be fired over the wall from the other side, and all you have to do is catch it. The one with the most balloons caught at the end is the winner."

The guys looked dubious. That seemed too simple. They were right.

"A couple of extra things for you to be aware of. Firstly, to make sure they fly through the air, those balloons are going to be filled with gunge. They've also been covered in gunge to make it a bit tougher for you. Oh, and you won't be catching them with your hands. You'll need to catch them down the front of your singlets.

"The one with the most balloons down their singlet at the end of the game wins. And they must be intact any balloons that have burst naturally won't count."

"Okay, get in position... aaaand... go!"

The boys lined up on the mat as the first balloon flew over the wall. Marc reacted quickly, took a couple of steps back, pulled out the front of his singlet and the balloon dropped in. He grimaced as the gunge that coated it slid all over his pecs and his abs, but at least he'd got one.

The balloons came thick and fast after that. Alex went for the next one but misjudged slightly and it hit him right in the face and burst, giving him a face full of green gunge. Scott managed to catch the next one, and had positioned himself for a second when Marc barged him out of the way and caught it down the front of his already slimy singlet.

As the next balloon flew over, Lucas, who hadn't caught anything yet, dove forward and pulled out the front of his singlet, but as the balloon struck his chest, it burst, and gunge poured down the inside of his singlet. The same thing happened to Alex, perfectly positioned, but the balloon popped on impact, showering gunge over his chest and down his abs.

"You need to be more careful, guys," shouted the Coach. "Remember, any that pop don't count."

"Such a shame," he murmured to himself, smirking. Only he knew that it wouldn't make much difference how careful the boys were. He'd deliberately made sure that at least half the balloons the soccer team were throwing over from the other side were the kind made for a water fight, and designed to burst on impact. Which meant that half the time the boys' efforts were going to be completely futile, and they'd just get repeatedly covered in gunge. Not that any of the dumb jocks on the wrestling team would be bright enough to work that out.

The Coach was shaken out of his reverie at a cry from Scott, who'd slipped going for a balloon, taken it straight to the face where it popped and covered him with him, before he'd fallen right on his arse on the mats. As he sat there on the floor, another balloon sailed over the wall and before he could react, it had landed on top of his head and burst, showering him with another load of slimy gunge.

"Careful lads," chuckled the Coach.

It was around halfway through the game now, and the Coach decided it was time to make things a bit more interesting.

"Okay guys, you've had it easy so far. Let's see if we can make it a little tougher."

At that, two members of the soccer team moved to each side of the mats, and each picked up one of the buckets of gunge that the boys had forgotten about while they were playing. As the next two balloons sailed over, they threw them with full force at the wrestlers playing the game.

Alex took a bucket of gunge full in the face and missed the balloon which sailed over his head. As slime dripped down his nose and his chin, he heard a cheer as Lucas caught it down the front of his singlet. Scott took a bucket all over the front of his singlet but didn't let it distract him he caught the balloon but shouted out in frustration as it popped on contact with his body. Gunge from the balloon and gunge from the bucket slid down the inside of his singlet.

The crowd cheered as the game continued. Balloons flew over the wall, some being caught, others missed, and other shattering and showering the wrestlers with colourful gunge. The soccer players continued to throw the buckets of gunge in from the side, timing their throws as the Coach had instructed to distract the wrestlers just as they were about to make a successful catch. One of them cheered as he scored a double whammy a full bucket across Marc's face, which distracted him enough for a balloon to go sailing right into his face and pop and give him a second coating of slimy gunge. As he spluttered and wiped the gunge from his eyes, Marc lost his balance and fell on his arse in the gungy pool.

In fact, with the amount of gunge that was being thrown in from the sidelines, and the amount of gunge balloons that were popping, the mats were becoming increasingly slippery, and it was very difficult for the boys to maintain their balance. Going for a balloon that was flying over his head. Lucas's legs went out from under him and he sat down hard in the gunge with a squelch.

As he stumbled to his feet he looked down at his body, which by now was completely covered in gunge. The singlet was shining, plastered to his body and leaving nothing to the imagination. Lucas may have been the shortest and the smallest among the team, but he knew he had a great body and that the audience was probably enjoying seeing it covered in gunge. His smooth chest shone with its covering of slime, and his abs showed through the thin, tight-fitting material. And from the cat-calls behind him, he knew how good his bubble butt must look.

Looking around at the other guys, he saw that the gunge-soaked singlets were leaving little to the imagination. And Marc was struggling more than most. He was the biggest guy on the team, and it seemed like the Coach hadn't been able to find a singlet big enough for him. The straps didn't even cover his chest and nipples, which bulged out, and the short legs threatened to ride up over Marc's toned ass. If he'd been wearing a jockstrap, the straps would probably have been in full view of the whole audience.

As Marc turned around, Lucas saw the other consequence of the combination of no jockstrap, a too-small singlet and numerous buckets of gunge. Lucas and the entire crowd could clearly see the outline of Marc's enormous cock and his big balls, which neither gunge nor singlet did anything to hide.

"Great going guys, you're doing well, only a few balloons left now." The Coach's words gave the boys an extra competitive edge, and they re-doubled their efforts, diving after balloons, slipping, sliding and sometimes even managing to catch one or two down the front of their singlets.

Scott in particular was doing quite well now, he thought he must have at least six or seven balloons down the front of his tight-fitting singlet. He laughed as a balloon sailed over to the other side of the mat, well out of his reach, where it popped on contact with Alex's chest and sprayed him with yet another load of gunge that slid further down into his singlet.

The next balloon flew over. It was a gentle toss from the other side, and was falling quite short. Scott, Marc and Lucas all went for it, and as he was shoved from the side by Marc, Scott slipped and fell flat on his front. The balloon landed on his head and burst, covering him with gunge, but worse, as he landed he felt all the balloons in his singlet burst as they were squeezed between his muscular body and the ground.

He picked himself up, dripping gunge. He looked down. The front of his singlet was now absolutely full of gunge, creating an over-large bulge in the front. He moaned as he felt the slimy gunge flowing around his cock and his balls. It was a sensation he hadn't experienced before. Cold, slippery, and slimy... but not unpleasant.

Scott quickly readied himself for the next balloon, but with that, the Coach blew the whistle. The game was over. Looking down at himself, covered in gunge and with a singlet full of slime, he knew he'd lost.

"Okay guys, time to see who's won. And the best way to do that is to pop those balloons to see how many you've managed to catch. I was going to start with Scott, but Scott... I think we know how well you've done. Or how badly, should I say... Better luck next time."

Scott stood there dejected as the crowd laughed at the humiliated, messy jock.

"Next up is Alex." The coach went over to Alex and pushed a pin through the singlet, one, two, three times. Each time a balloon popped and a gush of cold, slimy gunge engulfed Alex's cock.

"That's three balloons for Alex! Next up is Marc."

The Coach repeated the procedure with Marc. Just two balloons for Marc, but enough to create a big bulge of gunge in his singlet, which the crowd laughed at, delighted.

"Finally, Lucas. Let's see if Lucas has four or more balloons that the needs to win the game."

Lucas's singlet was certainly bulging, so he'd definitely done quite well. But would it be well enough?

"One, two, three, four, five! That's five balloons, and that makes Lucas the winner!"

Lucas celebrated or celebrated as far as is possible when you've just had five balloons worth of gunge emptied down the front of your tight-fitting wrestling singlet. The crowd cheered and laughed at the sight of the four jocks, standing there exhausted and covered in gunge, and snapped photos of them on their phones with their singlets full of slime.

"Okay boys, well done. After two games that means Lucas is in the lead, followed by Alex, Marc and Scott is currently last. Go get cleaned up, and I'll see you for round three."

With that, the boys waddled off towards the locker room, gunge dripping out of the bottom of their singlets and down their legs. What could the Coach could have up his sleeve next?


I hope you enjoyed Part 2 of the story - if you did, please rate, and feel free to drop me a message. These are my first stories, and I'd appreciate any feedback. And if you have any ideas for messy tricks that the Coach could have planned for the boys in the next parts, do let me know!