It was a Thursday, Carter's night with Kyle at Duncan's place. I was alone in our dorm room wearing only a pair of loose workout shorts as usual, sitting at my desk studying for a midterm. The door to the hall was standing open. All the guys in the dorm and especially the jocks knew they were always welcome to stop in and talk if they had something on their minds or just wanted to shoot the shit for a while.
I was about to turn the page in my textbook when I got the feeling someone was watching me.
From behind me, "Hey."
I turned. Travis was standing in the doorway.
"Hey buddy, come on in."
He smiled, stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "You're not too busy, are you?"
"Nah, I always have time for you. Where's Justin tonight? Did he leave you alone?"
"Yeah he's got some banquet with his team to celebrate the end of the season. He asked if I wanted to come along, but with him still in high school, and with his parents there... even though we're the same age, it didn't seem like a good idea."
"Gotcha. I understand. Well, give me a couple minutes to get through this chapter and then we'll talk. Okay?"
"Sure."
"Cool. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable."
I stuck my nose back in my textbook and flipped through a couple more pages. From behind me came soft rustling sounds like he was peeling off his T-shirt. It was just like a wrestler, to go bare-chested at every opportunity.
After a minute I felt his hand on my shoulder, rubbing and lightly squeezing. I smiled.
"That feels good," I told him.
"I'm glad." He paused for a long moment. "I miss you. You and Carter."
"We're still best buddies. And you have Justin now. Are you two doing okay?"
"Oh yeah, we're great. I love him more than anything. But I still miss you."
I turned to face him. He was standing there stark naked, just inches away from me, and his cock was as stiff as a flagpole. I stared at it for a moment, then looked up into his eyes.
Travis gently stroked the back of my head, leaned in and kissed me sweetly. His lips were soft and warm and sensuous; they felt incredible against mine, like we were connected, sharing something special. And then his tongue flicked into my mouth, searching and teasing, and my own tongue met his and teased him back. I rose from my chair and wrapped my arms around him; Travis slid my workout shorts down over my ass cheeks and let them drop to my ankles. We held each other and made out, slow and soulful, our bare bodies pressed together at every possible juncture, my now-hard cock resting comfortably against his, both of them twitching as they rubbed together.
We broke our lip lock and looked each other over, still holding one another and grinning hugely. He was such a handsome guy, his eyes so bright and eager. We kissed once more and then hugged each other tight, my cheek mashed against his, arms clenched around each other. I loved the feeling of his hard, lean muscles, his sixpack grinding against mine. His meaty quads, his thick stiff cock jutting against my skin.
I ran my hands all over his back, felt his lats, his rhomboids, his trapezius, each muscle perfectly defined and standing out in bold relief. I felt his hands exploring me, testing and prodding. I clasped his ass cheeks both at once and gave them a solid squeeze, and a whimper of gratitude escaped from somewhere deep within him. At that moment I could have stood there chest to chest with him just holding him and feeling his body against me all night long.
"I want you to fuck me," he breathed softly into my ear.
"I will," I said. "After."
"After what?"
"After we do everything else."
We grinned at each other as I steered him to my bed and we lay down side by side. I'd almost forgotten how nice it was to be with him, his smaller body so lean and tight, his muscles reacting to my every touch. I stroked his chest and abs slowly with the flat of my palm and watched the way his whole body rippled with pleasure. He took my cock in his hand and gently massaged my shaft, rubbing the tip with his thumb. We play-wrestled on the mattress, one of us rolling over on top and then the other, just to feel the way our bodies matched up, the way our shaved skins glided smoothly over each other, the way our arms and legs intertwined.
I nibbled and licked Travis's ear as he kissed the soft underside of my neck, both of us gasping and shivering with each new sensation. My fingers slipped between his thighs, tickled his ball sack, slid along his crack and teased his hole. He sucked each one of my nipples dutifully, gnawed on them with his teeth using just enough pressure to make me twinge and catch my breath and love every single bite.
Travis kissed my breastbone, then slowly moved down the center line of my abs, kissing and licking and nibbling all the way. I stroked his head gratefully; he looked up at me and smiled as his tongue swirled around my navel. My cock got so fucking hard as I watched how his fat pink tongue licked me, wriggling and wet. We made eye contact and gazed so deeply into each other for a moment I thought I'd cum right then and there.
He looked down at my stiff meat and licked his lips, then lapped up a drop of precum that was oozing down my shaft. My body jerked a little and I let out a soft yelp as his tongue ran the length of my cock and swabbed over my cock head. He saw the excited look on my face and giggled, then took my head in his lips, sucking and massaging it and running his tongue all the way around. The feeling was electric. I lay back and relaxed, panting heavily as surges of pleasure flowed down my shaft and washed over my body in rolling waves.
"You're such a good cocksucker," I told him, stroking his head again.
"Mm-hmmmm," he agreed with a smile, sliding his lips down my shaft until the tip came to rest at the back of his throat.
"I want to suck you too."
"Mm-hmmMMmmm!"
Slowly we repositioned ourselves on the mattress, Travis keeping my cock buried deep in his mouth as I gently turned and slid over until his rock-hard, dripping meat was staring me in the face. I mouthed his shaft up and down with my lips, playfully nudged his balls with my nose; he responded by grunting appreciatively and sucking my cock in and out with long, deep strokes. I took his stiff rod in my mouth, jammed it all the way in and held it there, so proud of myself that I could swallow him completely. He whimpered desperately and forced himself to take me in even deeper until I felt my swollen head push past his tonsils and cram into his throat.
We sucked each other intensely, each one pushing and straining himself for the other's pleasure - a wrestler never does anything half assed. His cock in my mouth was my whole world, my passion for sucking it matched only by the feeling of his mouth on my own thick bone. His precum flowed freely, warm and salty on my tongue, making me grin and lick and swallow and suck him even more.
It wasn't long before sucking wasn't enough.
I wet my finger and teased his hole as I sucked him, first with just a little pressure and then with rubbing and probing, then sliding in and stroking and tickling and plunging. Travis slipped my cock out of his mouth and began to moan. I grinned and flexed my hips to rub my cock against his face as I inched my way downward, mouthing his cock, sucking his balls, licking and kissing the sensitive spots underneath. I lay on my back and pulled him on top of me, his hard cock and ball sack resting between my pecs, his strong thighs framing my head, my cock teasing his face, both his arms hugging my quads.
His legs spread wide and I craned my neck and attacked his hole with my tongue. Travis shuddered and cried out loudly as I buried my face between his cheeks and licked and lapped and probed, my two-day scruff prickling and grinding in a way that drove him wild. He yelped and whimpered and grunted as my tongue poked into his hole, my lips caressed his soft pucker, my bristly cheeks scraped against his shaved smooth ass.
He begged and begged for my cock, begged me to fuck him hard, to slam his ass and never stop, his voice cracking and pleading. It made me drip to hear him. I pushed him away for a moment and grabbed a small bottle from my desk drawer beside the bed, lubed my cock and jammed three slick fingers into his hole, spreading and greasing him. He sighed deeply as I lay down behind him and held him in my arms, gladly taking on the role of the big spoon.
My cock slid into him smooth and steady, letting him savor every inch as I made him mine.
I held him tight and began to pump him, each thrust wrenching out yet another yearning cry. He turned his head toward me and I leaned in over his shoulder and kissed him as I jacked his cock and drove my meat into his beautiful ass again and again. We were truly joined, our muscles perfectly meshed, hands gripping each other, bodies moving together in a single fluid motion, as if we were made to be together, fucking our brains out. Soon even our grunts and moans were merged into a single voice between us.
"I want to ride you," he said. "I want to see that awesome body while I sit on your cock."
I kissed his cheek and gave him one last squeeze, smiled and pulled out of him and rolled over onto my back. Travis straddled me eagerly, his big dripping cock bobbing up and down as he lowered himself onto my meat and began to rock forward and back, his eyes locking in on mine with a look of utter joy and gratification.
I loved gazing at his body as he rode me, the way his skin was shrinkwrapped to his sculpted pecs and abs, and how each tight, clearly defined muscle flexed and compressed with the others, interlocking like a suit of armor. I watched his quads ripple as they drove his hips forward and back, grinding my cock in and out of his snug warm hole. I saw his biceps and forearms straining, veins and muscle fibers popping, and felt his strength as his latched onto my hands and squeezed, intertwining his fingers with mine.
The sight of my cock disappearing into his hole as he bore down on it and reappearing shiny and dank as he drew back, the incredible feeling as it pushed up into his silky chute and slid back out through the clenching grip of his tight inner ring, made the sweat bead up and dribble from my face and chest and abs. I reached for his rigid swollen cock, my hand still slick with lube, stroked and squeezed and fondled it devotedly, wanting so badly to give him every bit as much pleasure as he was giving me. The big grin on his face, his half-shut eyelids and desperate yelps with each breath told me I was hitting the right spots.
Travis began to squirm anxiously as he bucked and bounced on my meat. He tried to push my hand away from his cock. I knew he was trying to forestall shooting his load but I was damn close too and eager to see him blow. I kept a firm grip and stroked hard, pumping my fist over the whole length of his cock but especially working that big fat blood-gorged head. All of a sudden he let out a loud yell and his cock cut loose in my hand, spurting wildly all over me, gushing cum with no restraint.
His hole spasmed over and over again on my shaft; it was more than I could bear. I exploded along with him, poured out my load deep inside him as Travis rocked and spurted and blew thick stripes of cream across my abs, my chest, even shooting one across my face. My body jerked and clenched as I shot my seed into him again and again; I gripped his quads and squeezed, thrust my hips into him and reveled in the drops of hot juice still splattering onto my torso.
At long last we drained each other. Our cocks slowly softened, completely spent. I reached for his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me, wrapped my arms around him and held him tight, glued together by his cum as we kissed each other tenderly. We relaxed and lay side by side smiling dreamily, my arm around his shoulders, making no move to wipe the cum from our bodies.
The door opened and Carter stepped into the room.
"Hey," Travis said, "come join us."
Carter stared at us in disbelief, sneered at our glistening cum-drenched bodies. He threw his gym bag into the corner and plopped down into his desk chair, glaring. Travis looked at me curiously but I could only manage a clueless shrug back.
"Well, I probly need to get going anyway," Travis said. He rolled out of bed, grabbed a towel - mine, thankfully - and dabbed himself semi-clean, then pulled his clothes on and hurried out of the room with a quick "See you later." I gave Carter a questioning look.
"What the hell?" he said angrily. "You guys were fucking?"
"Yeah, sure. It's not like it we never did it before. You did too."
"That's right," he said, sounding hurt. "I did. But it was always the three of us. You guys never fucked without me before. Unless - this wasn't the first time."
"No, it was," I said quickly. "We never did it without you until now. He came by and told me he missed us. He wanted to be with me. What would you have done?"
"I would have waited for you."
I still couldn't believe he was upset. "So I should have waited - till you finished with Kyle? You guys fucked too, right?"
"Kyle's my mentor. That's different."
"But he's not forcing you. You loved it - didn't you?" He shook his head, annoyed. "It's a different relationship. It's not like you and me."
"We wrestle guys all the time - a lot of guys. And wrestling is a sexual act. That's the whole point of our family, right? Wrestling and fucking, it's all the same. Isn't it?"
"It isn't." He shut his eyes tight. "Not when it's you and me."
I rolled out of bed and walked over to him, cradled his head in my hand. He looked up at me, pleading. It tore me up to see him so disappointed in me but I honestly didn't see what I did wrong.
"Carter, you're my brother. I love you more than anything else in the world. I never want to do anything to hurt you - but I have to know the rules. I can't guess. This stuff is all new to me too. I need to know how you feel about things so I can be the guy you want me to be. We need to work it out - all of it. Okay?"
Carter shrugged. He stood and faced me. "How are we gonna do that?"
"Wrestle me," I said.
"I don't feel like it." He stared down at the floor.
I prodded his shoulder. "Wrestle me! Come on! Right here, right now!"
He gave me a blank stare. I pulled at his T-shirt until it began to rip.
"WRESTLE ME!"
All of a sudden he whipped his shirt off and lunged at me, hit me waist high and dropped me to the floor. I scrambled to regain my base as he kicked his shoes off, slid out of his shorts and attacked again, tight waisted me and snared my ankle, drove in hard with his chest on my back and broke me down flat.
Instantly he had his leg in trying to hook mine and turn me. And just as quickly I felt his cock growing thick and hard, pressing against my ass crack. I breathed a sigh of relief that we were on our way back to normal - but no fucking way was I letting him take me down without a fight. I pawed for traction on the linoleum floor, not an easy task since my hands were still slick with lube and my body still smeared with Travis's cum. But I pulled out my best scrambling skills and managed to break out of his grasp, and even put him in danger of a reversal.
It didn't last long. Carter was on fire. Before I knew it he had me on my back again, and this time he wasn't about to let me escape. He tied up my arms and drove his shoulder into my chest for the fall. For a moment he just stayed there pinning me to the floor. Then he backed off, looked into my eyes and glanced over my defeated body.
"Winner take all," I whispered.
I spread my legs wide as he moved in on me, wrapped them around him as his hungry cock head found its way to my hole. He slid his meat into me with one long, steady thrust that made my whole body quiver. His cock filled me so fucking well; I didn't know how I could ever do without it. It belonged to me. It belonged inside me.
He started pumping me good and strong, the way he always did, just the way he knew I needed it. I gripped his shoulders and hung on tight as he rammed and banged away to his heart's content. He was grinning now, both of us feeling like all was well again. I pulled him in, wrapped my arms and legs around him and clenched as hard as I could as he bucked and thrashed and pounded with every last ounce of his strength.
"I fucking love you, you goddamn stud," I growled at him. He mashed his mouth against mine and we kissed rough and brutal, tongues grappling and wrestling, lips bruising each other ruthlessly. I grabbed his hair, pulled his head down and chewed on his ear as his scruff chafed my collarbone and his teeth sank into my neck.
Carter's body seized up and shuddered as he unleashed a huge load into me. I gripped him tighter than ever, owning every glorious muscle as he jerked and trembled and spewed his hot cream. Finally drained, he collapsed on top of me. I held his limp body in my arms, stroked his head and his back and whispered into his ear that I was his, I'd always be his and nobody else's. He lay on top of me and I held him, neither of us saying another word, just breathing in and out and feeling the way our chests rose and fell together.
Twenty minutes, maybe thirty later, Carter began to stir. He pushed up off of my chest, looked down at the sticky layer of Travis's cum that was now smeared all over his chest too. Wiped his finger across his pec, tasted it, chuckled, pressed it to my lips so I could have a taste too.
"Just wait for me next time," he said.
"I will."
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