Carter and I were so fired up to watch our guys compete in the Big Ten Championships. The final matches on Sunday would be televised but that wasn't enough; we wanted to see the Saturday sessions too. So we signed up for the streaming service, cleared our schedules and settled in for a long weekend in the dorm room. We were kicking back on the couch wearing nothing but loose workout shorts, commando as usual, both of us itching to see Jase and Kyle and the rest of the guys in action.
Just as the broadcast was beginning there was a knock at the door. Travis and Justin burst in all grins with pizza and beers and crowded in with us. Good thing we were family. I didn't think twice about being mashed up close with those guys, bodies squashed together, arms and legs tangled up and hands falling wherever, any more than I did with Carter. Justin dealt out slices of pizza while Travis cracked open the beer bottles and passed them around.
"This isn't quite on our training diet," I warned.
"Season's over for us," Travis said cheerfully. "Enjoy yourselves."
"Training never ends," Carter cut in, and then took a big swig of beer. "But we can still celebrate now and then."
We all broke into big smiles and dug in. The matches began and instantly we were drawn into the action, cheering for our guys and taunting their opponents, yelling at the refs for missing points and allowing obvious fouls and making bullshit stall calls. Screaming at the broadcasters for cutting away from our matches to showcase one of Tom Brands' or Cael Sanderson's hyped up cream puffs.
It wasn't long before Travis and Justin kicked off their shoes and shed their T-shirts. We were more than comfortable all mashed up like that; our muscled bodies felt damn good together. And since none of us had so much as tasted beer in months, a couple brews were all it took before we started feeling the effects. There we were, four buzzed wrestlers pumped up as hell as we watched those blue chip studs sprawling on the mats, climbing over each other for a better view, hands roaming everywhere - arms around our buddies' shoulders, squeezing delts and biceps, shifting and re-shifting positions, celebrating big takedowns and victories with bare-chested hugs, sloppy kisses, a good tight grip on the nearest swollen cock.
More pizza, more beers, and soon, somehow, none of us had our shorts on anymore. They'd slipped off one by one in the natural course of things. The commotion had died down a bit; we were still intensely focused on the screen but in a more relaxed manner, just kicking back naked together watching how the brackets played out. Carter and I sat on the ends of the couch with Justin wedged in the middle, Travis resting on the floor tucked between his brother's splayed-out knees. It felt so fucking good to be with guys I could be that close with, nobody worrying about what it "meant" or where it would go because we were already bonded as tight as could be, and always would be no matter what.
As I gazed at the screen immersed in the action I felt Justin reach over, wrap his fingers around my cock and begin stroking, slow and casual. His beefy paw jerking my meat felt great, surprisingly soft and gentle, rubbing the smooth skin of my shaft and teasing my cock head like an expert. At the commercial break I glanced over and saw he was stroking Carter the same way with his other hand, the big guy with a two-fisted approach taking care of us both at once - and obviously enjoying himself; his own meat was standing up straight and stiff. He nudged Travis with his knee; Travis looked up, saw what was going on, turned and without a second thought took Justin's thick rod in his mouth, slid it in and sucked him in deep.
I don't think anything in the world could have been better than huddling up with my brothers stark naked watching those smoking hot, shaved-smooth wrestlers roll around with each other on TV while getting my cock stroked by a genuine muscle stud. I leaned over and gave Justin a kiss to show my appreciation and we began casually making out, our warm wet tongues slipping and sliding against each other playfully; after a minute Carter wanted in on it too so we traded off, each of us in turn making out with Justin as he jacked us.
Travis upped his game, jamming Justin's big cock all the way down his throat and then pulling back to work that oversized cock head with lips and tongue before jamming it all the way in again. Justin growled dreamily and leaned back into the couch, eyes closed, head tilted back loving every cocksucking minute. Carter and I exchanged smiles, looked over those massive pecs and each went to work on one of his ripe, oversized nipples, licking and sucking and nibbling.
We weren't out blow our loads, or to make anyone else shoot his. The day was young and there was still a marathon of wrestling ahead. We were taking it long and slow, just making each other feel good, stoking up our furnaces to keep each other interested. Sharing our feelings of brotherhood and "enhancing the viewing experience" - as the media people would say.
The first session's matches came to a close and we all breathed sighs of relief, arms draped around each other comfortably. Our guys had done okay. Jase, Kyle and Greg were still in the winners' bracket; some of the others had dropped a match but nobody had been pounded badly. They'd all gone out and made a good showing for themselves and for the program. The four of us excitedly talked over the day's matches so far, relived the big moments. Downed the rest of the beers and the leftover scraps of pizza and phoned out for more.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" Justin insisted.
He didn't even bother to pull on a pair of shorts, just stepped up and met the delivery guy as he was, a half-drunk, muscled-up stud the size of a gorilla with a huge semi-hard cock and a great big grin. The guy just about keeled over where he stood; Justin tipped him and thanked him politely while the rest of us busted up like hyenas.
As the second session began we were polishing off the pizza and clearing our space and reshuffling. Carter and I stretched out together on the couch, Justin and Travis on the floor in front of us resting on pillows from the bunk beds - still within easy reach of each other, hands drifting back and forth freely for a random grope or a squeeze just to remind each other we were still there. I sprawled out full length with Carter lying in front of me, wrapped my arms around him and gazed at the screen over his shoulder as the quarter and semifinals kicked off.
We were both edgy as hell whenever our mentors stepped onto the mat, even worse than if we'd been out there ourselves - at least then the outcome would be somewhat under our control. But watching Jase go up against a highly ranked opponent, keying on his every move, seeing the match play out in real time - his thick cock clearly bulging in his singlet - was both exhilarating and sheer torture. I wanted him to win so bad I was shaking, my own cock stiff and sore.
Without my brother to hang onto I surely would've melted down on the spot. I hugged him for all I was worth, felt the warmth of his body, his smooth skin against mine, my hard nipples poking into his flesh, his stiff meat thick and heavy in my hand. As Jase rode his opponent on the mat I pressed my cock to Carter's crack and rubbed it back and forth between his cheeks, calming and soothing me in a way nothing else could. And when Kyle wrestled I played tackle dummy for Carter, giving him my body to work out his anxiety and aggression on, my muscles to strain against, my cock to latch onto, whatever he needed to see the match through.
Greg was the first one to falter. He lost his quarterfinal and was sent down to the loser's bracket. He could still make his way onto the podium but it'd be a struggle, and it wouldn't draw any network cameras. He'd done well to make it that far and still had some wrestling ahead but his shot at the championship was done. Travis was crushed; he respected his mentor so much. He buried his head between Justin's pecs; the big guy engulfed him in his massive arms, kissed him tenderly and held him tight, the two of them feeling their beers as a rush of emotions raced through them. They were still new to being brothers and their affection for each other could boil over at the drop of a hat.
Jase and Kyle fared better; they both advanced to the semifinals but were facing some tough competition. Carter and I were like caged animals waiting for the matches to begin. At the whistle my heart jumped; every muscle in my body tensed and a hot flash spread over my forehead as Jase lunged in with his best single-leg shot. Each second ticking off the clock seemed endless. I couldn't speak, I could hardly breathe watching the match unfold on the screen, but - much closer, in the very dorm room where I lay on the couch, something else was creating a distraction.
Our buddies had given in to their urges and were fucking on the floor right in front of us not even an arm's length away, Travis on his back with legs in the air, Justin plowing into him like a mad bull. I'd been with Travis many times and knew him inside and out but I'd never seen Justin in action, never seen the two of them together. It was quite an incredible sight to see. Those big muscled ass cheeks were flat out amazing, flexing and clenching as he drove his bull-sized cock into his brother, drawing yelps and whimpers out of Travis that I'd never heard before - at least not with such unbridled passion. The two of them were like wild animals, Justin humping blindly in a primal frenzy and Travis with a look of absolute rapture, eyes closed as if he was worlds away, his tight body rocking with every powerful thrust, his stiff cock throbbing and dripping freely.
I gave Carter a squeeze and he grinned back over his shoulder at me. Holy fuck, it was hard enough keeping tabs on Jase's match without this kind of shit going on. My attention flipped back and forth endlessly between the screen and what was happening right under my nose.
Jase scored a first period takedown and rode his man out to the whistle, with Justin's lats heaving and rippling like a giant manta ray. Travis's shredded body squirmed and wriggled, arched and reeled as Jase scrambled his way through the second from one stalemate to the next. He got a quick escape to begin the third but a missed shot backfired and suddenly Jase was face down on the mat, tied up and helpless, his riding time erased to the sound of Justin's animal grunts and Travis's eager moans. A last ditch effort and Jase broke free just before time ran out, pulling out a last minute win and advancing to the finals.
Carter and I howled in triumph, held each other tight and kissed savagely, our tongues grappling and battling each other mimicking the man-to-man action on the mat. Travis and Justin were oblivious, so lost in each other they kept right on fucking without even skipping a beat, grunting and yelping and moaning. We hugged and wrestled and mauled each other on the couch right up until Kyle's match began. As the ref blew the whistle Justin flipped Travis over, planting his knees and elbows on the floor and raising his ass in the air, rammed his cock in from behind and banged away while Travis cried out loudly begging for more.
Carter rolled onto his back and maneuvered beneath me, locked his arms around me and squeezed with all his strength so hard I could barely breathe, his eyes glued to his mentor on the screen. I laid my head on his shoulder, felt for his cock and began stroking him slow and steady, just the way I knew he liked it. As Kyle took control of the match and built up a lead Carter's grip on me loosened. Gradually I worked my way down his body kissing and licking, until my lips found their way to his rigid, desperate meat.
I loved the taste of my brother's cock, loved the way his fat head felt in my mouth. And I especially loved the way he responded when I sucked him, his precum oozing thick and salty on my tongue, his breath catching and whole body twitching with involuntary jerks when I teased and tickled just the right spots. Carter was a hard-core wrestler; he barreled through life like a bundle of furious energy ready to explode. Day in, day out, 24/7, his head was full of takedowns, escapes, reversals, breakdowns, near falls. Everywhere he looked and everyone he saw was a potential opponent to be sized up, like a beast on the hunt. But with his cock in my mouth and my hand massaging his balls, that beast was as tame as a kitten. I'd suck him all day and all night just to satisfy his restless spirit for a few peaceful moments.
With my face buried in Carter's groin, I didn't even see the rest of the match. But I could tell how it was going from Carter's body language and his rabid yells, how he'd suddenly tense up when Kyle was in danger, relax when he was in control, scream and shout at the ref for every call that went the wrong way. As the final seconds ticked down he stroked my head eagerly, his whole body crackling with excitement. I deep throated his cock the very best I could, and at the instant the clock reached zero and Kyle had won the match he cut loose with the biggest load I'd ever swallowed. I drank and drank his cum as he spurted down my throat, his hot thick juice pouring out in surge after creamy surge. As the ref raised Kyle's hand in victory his throbbing finally subsided and he gently pulled my head off his cock, bent down and kissed me sweetly, sharing the cum that still lingered on my tongue.
After a performance like that I thought he'd be wiped out but Carter was far from done. Before I knew it he'd pushed me over onto my back, lunged in like a wolf and devoured my cock, stiff and dripping from all the day's activities. He mouthed my shaft, licked the sensitive underside - nobody knew how to work my dick as well as my brother did - then kissed the head, took it in his lips and ran his tongue all the way around and plunged it into his mouth. Rubbed my head along the inside of his cheek, then jammed it deep into his throat.
I panted and moaned, loving every move he made. There was no place my cock would rather be than in Carter's mouth. He bobbed his head up and down on me forcefully, squeezing and massaging my tender head with teasing lips on every stroke. After everything we'd been through today, the raging emotions, the unending stimulation of rubbing against my buddies' naked bodies, I sure wasn't going to last long. I clenched my fists and curled my toes in a futile attempt to hold off a little longer - and then Travis's piercing wail blared out, filling the room. Yeah those studs were still going at it - and our little brother was in the midst of blowing a monumental load.
That did it for me. My cock erupted like a fountain into Carter's mouth; I grabbed his head with both hands and jammed in deep as sheer pleasure coursed through my whole body in rolling waves. He took it all, squeezing my ass cheeks and grinding down with his lips until his nose was buried in my pubes, then milked and sucked every last drop as the spurts died down and my hard cock slackened and softened. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him eagerly, and we eased back into the cushions. Justin and Travis had finished too, and were sitting with their arms around each other watching and grinning at us, just inches away.
A huge splatter of cum lay on the floor beside them.
"Mop?" Travis asked, with an apologetic smirk.
"Damn right, you little beast!"
And that was only the first day; we had one more session ahead of us.
The final matches were on Sunday afternoon. By the time the broadcast began Greg had already wrestled and secured his spot in fifth place; a way-too-brief highlight clip showed him pulling off the win. Jase and Kyle were the only guys from our team who'd made the finals and there'd be six other weight classes to get through before they had their turns on the mat.
Travis and Justin were back at our doorstep right on time with big smiles and snacks and beers. This time they didn't even bother to wait for an excuse, they just stripped down as soon as they stepped into the room. And far be it from Carter and me to leave them hanging. We ditched our own shorts and the four of us piled onto the couch together bare ass naked replaying our scene from the day before, hugging and groping each other just like a close-knit family of wrestlers should.
"You guys seem tense," Travis giggled, and instantly I could tell something was up. Next thing I knew Justin's beefy paws had latched onto my traps and were massaging my shoulders and neck, and Travis was giving the same treatment to Carter. It felt awful good I'll admit, and it sure helped take the edge off as we sat through the early matches waiting for our mentors to begin.
"Have another beer," Justin coaxed, and I grabbed a fresh bottle, cracked it open and sipped as his hands snaked around to massage my chest. It was a damn fine way to watch wrestling; those big hands of his knew their way around a set of tense muscles. My cock was hard in minutes and pointing at the ceiling - and Justin's was too, so I offered my thanks by grabbing that monster and gently stroking.
The early matches flew by as I leaned back against Justin with a beer in one hand and his stiff meat in the other, his big paws dutifully rubbing and kneading my shoulders, my neck, my pecs, abs, obliques, quads and cock. I traded smiles with Carter, who was being taken care of just as devotedly by the obliging hands of Travis.
Then, finally, they called Jase to the mat. I straightened up and leaned forward, focusing on the screen. Justin swung around and kneeled in front of the couch grinning, and Travis quickly joined him.
At the whistle the two of them pounced on me, Justin taking my cock into his mouth and Travis licking and nibbling my balls. I was so startled I almost pushed them away... but holy fuck it felt good. Carter wrapped his arm tight around my shoulders and held me steady as my body quaked and shuddered from those other two expertly working my package, while Jase tangled up on the mat with that goddamn Nittany Lion.
Travis and Justin traded off, the big guy sucking on my balls grinding his scruffy face between my thighs while his little brother slurped on my bone. God, it felt amazing being double-teamed like that. I stroked both their heads gratefully; they snickered and giggled mischievously and licked and sucked and nibbled even harder, letting up on me only to exchange a quick sloppy kiss between them and share the taste of my precum. Meanwhile there was Carter beside me holding on tight, tweaking my nipples, licking and gnawing on my ear.
The boys did their job well; I was much too stirred up to feel the least bit of anxiety about Jase's match. It played out before my eyes like a wonderful movie; every moment was seared into my brain in perfect detail but I felt too damn good to let any of it worry me. Of course it didn't hurt either that Jase was flat out kicking ass. He'd come in as the underdog but caught his opponent off guard and racked up a six-point lead before the guy knew what hit him. A late try at a comeback had Jase scrambling to fend off a flurry of attacks but in the end he held out like a champ.
As the ref's whistle blew the end of the match Justin sucked my cock all the way down to the root, did something indescribably amazing with his tongue, and instantly my whole body rocked and unleashed an enormous load into his mouth. I gripped a handful of Justin's hair and another of Travis's as my ass cheeks instinctively flexed and squeezed, pumping out my juice long and hard in a swarm of violent spurts. Carter wrapped both arms around me, laid his head on my shoulder and squeezed tight.
I was still catching my breath when Kyle's match began. Needless to say, Carter got the same treatment as I did - Travis and Justin double-teaming his cock and balls, my arm around his shoulders and my lips and tongue taking care of his nipples. Sadly, the wrestling didn't go quite so well; Kyle's opponent was unstoppable, and it was a moral victory just to keep the match within reach. But the three of us went all out to soften the blow, and the guys wound up easing Carter's pain with Justin's thick middle finger buried deep in his ass sending a thick load of white hot cream down Travis's willing throat.
Carter and I hugged and congratulated each other on our mentors' performances - a conference championship at 174 for Jase and a very respectable second place finish at 184 for Kyle. But there were still two more final matches to go, 197 and Heavyweight. We owed our buddies a favor for taking care of us so well - and we knew they both loved watching the big guys. So we switched positions, let the other two have the couch while Carter and I kneeled in front.
Carter took on Travis's long thick cock while I lined up with Justin. I'd never handled anything so big in my life and it scared me a little just to look at it - but it also made me drool like a Thanksgiving dinner. He met my eyes and grinned at me as I licked long and slow from the base to the tip, my tongue spread out broad and flat to swab as much of that gorgeous meat as I could. I pulled gently down on his balls to stretch his skin tight, then licked again from end to end, a third time and a fourth, until the first drop of precum swelled and glistened on his slit.
Slowly I ran my tongue around the edge of his engorged head, letting him feel each nerve ending light up one after the next. When I'd come around full circle I gave the tip a kiss, then slid my lips over the whole head, sucking and licking, drawing a long, low "Mmmmmmmm!" out of Justin. I gripped his quads and pushed that big cock in, just an inch at first and then slid back out to the head, another inch farther and back, then another, and another. His cock filled my mouth, as wide as my tongue and palate. I didn't know how I'd ever deal with it all but I kept taking more and more until it pressed at the back of my throat. I relaxed and opened wide and let it cram right in.
It felt like a true accomplishment to swallow that oversized shank. It made me feel happy and proud of myself and I started slowly bobbing, all the way out and all the way in with an easy rhythm, riding Justin's cock with my throat and gulping down the steady trickle of precum that leaked out of his shaft.
At some point I heard a yelp from Travis, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Justin take his hand and grip it tight. I traded a quick glance with Carter, who was swallowing Travis's cock just as fully as I'd downed Justin's, and the two of us matched each other stroke for stroke, sucking those two studs' cocks in and out in perfect rhythm. It felt amazing to be doing that side by side with my brother, like somehow we'd reached a whole new level. His arm draped over my shoulders and I reached over and draped my arm around his, and we sucked and licked and swallowed cock together as if we were born for it.
Justin and Travis were twitching and squirming, loving all the attention we were giving them. More than anything I wanted those two to blow together at once, each of them shooting his load at the very same moment as his brother. It was easier than you'd think. I'd been with Travis enough times to know all the sounds he made when he was close, and with a hand on Carter's neck I had some control of his throttle. The moment I heard Travis start to get frantic I bore down on Justin's cock hard; I worked him relentlessly until his grunts became desperate and the precum flowed like a stream. In one quick move I gave Carter the go-ahead, jacked the base of Justin's shaft with my hand while my lips and tongue attacked his cock head. Sure enough, Travis let out his familiar cry just as Justin's hot cream came gushing into my mouth.
"Don't swallow, don't swallow!" Justin begged me as his juice spurted again and again. I held it in as best I could - God, it was a huge load - until he finally quit spewing, lifted my head and kissed me. The big guy sucked out at least half his load, then wrapped his arm around Travis and the two began making out, mixing his own cum with the load his brother had slurped from Carter's mouth. My brother and I grinned at each other, cum dribbling over both of our lips, pulled each other close and kissed.
Yeah, that's the kind of shit that happens when you give wrestlers beer. And don't even think about giving them weed; the last thing you ever want to deal with is a wrestler who's got the munchies.
When everything was quiet and we had our room back to ourselves, Carter and I crawled into the bottom bunk together. We held each other close and made out, grinding our cocks together. The feeling of his skin against mine was electric; it never failed to get me hard as a rock. It was pretty clear we were ready for more, this time just between brothers.
"I want your cock inside me," I crooned into his ear.
"I want yours inside me," he replied.
"Sorry," I told him. "Jase won the title. Kyle came in second."
"So?"
"You know the rules. Winner takes cock."
He grinned and gently rolled over to grab the jar of Vaseline from the desk. I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me as he greased his cock, then slid his slick fingers in and out of my hole. My legs rose and wrapped around him and he pressed his hard cock to my pucker and pushed in. My hole spread and opened for him, I snagged him in a double underhook and pulled him in chest to chest, his stiff meat buried inside me. I could never get enough of that feeling. We made out and squeezed each other as his meat slid back and forth, driving me wild.
"Pound me, you cocksucker!" I breathed into his ear.
"Anything you say, brother," and he pumped my ass good and strong.
"Mmmm that's it! Don't fuckin' stop till you blow a big thick load into me!"
He banged away, nibbling and gnawing on my neck and my ear.
"Next time," he whispered to me, "I wanna be the winner."
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