"First one to get it off the other is Top" the team captain announced. We all knew the rules. Many late night workouts ended with these private matches. The coach had gone the hot showers had stopped and the team had moved back to the matts for the event. Nobody knew when these private matches would be held. But regardless when the Captain announced it, we had to be there or quit the team. It wasn't an official rule of course, but we all knew it to be true. I had joined the team last year and quickly learned that being a part of the team meant something special. Not only were you an athlete in school with all the privaleges that involved, but you had obligations too. You attended all workouts, matches and meetings. Even if you were injured, you had to be there. Miss one session without an excuse and the team decided if you could stay on. Miss two without an excuse and you were suspended automatically. Miss three and you were off the team and rejected by its members. There were at least two former members who were kicked off. Not only did they loose their athletic standing but most of their friends too. All of that mattered to me and I loved being a part of it. Another obligation was part of it. Being part of the team meant you were taken care of by the team and you took care of your teammates too. That meant tutoring, helping out at their homes, helping a teammate in most anyway that you can think of. Yes, that meant private too. Carson broke both his arms falling out of a tree at home. Yet he was there for every match, workout and meeting. And we were there to help him out too. Carrying books, typing papers and going places too. He got rides, advice, help from all of us..because he'd help us out too. One Friday afternoon as I dumped his books on a desk, he asked me to stick around and maybe go to a flick later. Hell, I got to drive his car and beside I liked the guy...even if he werent' my teammate. After the flick he invited me to sleepover and I said sure. "Great that means I don't have to help him get undressed for once" his little brother remarked at the dinner table. Carson's parents rebuked the kid. "Hey no problem, thats what teammates are..we're friends" I cheerfully declared. The kid was off the hook and I was undressing Carson late that night. "Nothing" he said when I asked him what he wore to bed. I found out there was more involved then just helping with clothes too...brushing teeth and showering too was involved. I did it.....acting like I had done it before..you know, being casual about it. "Man I wished you were my brother instead of that brat" he said as he lay on his bed. "I am" I said and patted him on the chest. We talked in the darkness. And I moved to his bed and used the baby oil to stroke his cock until he blasted us both. He didn't ask me to. But he complained about not being able to masturbate and I thought how difficult that must be. We laughed as I washed his cum off us both. "Wow that makes us more then brothers" he said See what I said before? We did anything to help each other. And I wouldn't even do that for my own brother.....well maybe if he broke both arms and ..... The Captain would pull slips of paper out of a bucket. The names he announced would participate in the match. The rest would watch...many would jack off thinking about it later. I know, I had many wonderful private times thinking about the private matches. "Carson and Midgley" our names were read along with four others. I looked at Carson and he nodded back at me. The first match was fast..almost too fast. The winner became TOP and fought the next challenger. It was a king of the hill type contest and soon it was my turn to fight the TOP. Carson had won that disticntion by winning the match before. Ours was the final one. I put on the jockstrap and stood in the center of the matt. "The one who takes it off the other becomes the final TOP". Carson had ripped the jock off three others that hot night. The room was full of our entire teams aroma of sweat and jocksweat. I began when the Captain blew the whistle. Most men who wrestle will never admit the thrill of feeling their bodies rub against another man's. The strength, the muscles, the holds, the odor, the breathing, the force..all are part of it. It's homoerotic..but never or rarely acknowleged as such. I loved it from the first day I put on the tights and jock till today. My cock would get hard and I didn't care because I wasn't the only one who got erections during the workouts....let alone some of the matches. But eventually the competition, the crowd and the match itself trained us to think more about the contest and less about the joy of having body contact with others. But I loved it still. Perhaps that was what the private matches were for. To let us get over the erotic exprience of having our bare bodies rub against each other and letting our arousals occur without anyone branding us as anything but what we were, horney kids. Carson grabbed me and threw me to the matt. I squirmed around and found his wonderful legs wrapped around my head. I could have opened my mouth and bit down on his cock and balls..but that would have been wrong. What I could have done thought was use my teeth to grab his jockstrap and pull until it stretched or came off. But I didn't, I had another plan in mind. Managing to pull myself free I jumped to my feet and Carson did the same. We danced around hearing the cheering and jeering of our teammates. We grabbed each other and held on tight...pinning our weight and strength against each other. I went down again, hoping it wasn't too obvious. Carson knelt on my arms and grabbed my crotch.....his hand on my cock and balls like that sent shivers through my entire body. But I knew I had to put on a better show so I twisted over throwing him off me. Face down I looked up just in time to see him reach for my strap. He had it like a leash on me as I attempted to crawl away. Carson could have let go so we wrestled more...or he could give it a yank and end the match. The crow cheered before I felt the jock pull off me. I turned around to see him standing there holding my torn jock strap above his head. I lay there as he knelt below me. Our teammates grew quiet. His hand grabbed either side of my bare hips and pulled me towards him. He had been declared TOP and I had lost the match. Nobody sat that I had cut the jock's strap I wore so it would tear easily. And I didn't think even Carson knew. He moved into me like a sword finding a familar sleeve. My cock, already hard was bouncing with each plunge into me. I lay back and sighed feeling him inside me..hurting and pleasing at the same point. I'd look up to see his now naked body kneeling there..his own facial expressions of pleasure as he enjoyed his reward. The familiar smooth body glowing with the sweat of his matches and our sex. He grabbed my cock and began to yank. I knew it would be over soon...too soon.
And as he let out a loud curse, my own back arched and my body released it's manufactored sperm. "That's it, everybody hit the showers. Weights tommorrow at three thirty" the Captain announced. Carson got several pats on the bare shoulder as our teammates passed us. A few patted my head too. comments like "good match, great goin, nice job" etc. were thrown our way. I turned over to get up on my hands and knees. Carson patted my butt and added his own comment, "Thanks, I was so tired, you could have won if you wanted" he said. He was holding the strap up so I could see the places I had cut before the match. He had seen them too. "I know" I said and smiled. We walked to the locker room arms over each others shoulders, accepting the applause and cheers from the rest of our teammates. I had reached my own private goal. But as I said before on our team, nothing was private. Teammates helped each other in everyway.