The NCAA championships ran from Thursday to Saturday. Every single match was streamed live on the net and I planned to make the most of it. The good news: it was spring break so I didn't have to worry about missing class. The bad news: the dorms were closed for the week; I was back at my parents' house and couldn't watch the matches with my brothers.
For three solid days I was shut up in my room from noon until ten at night, venturing out to see daylight and grab a meal only during the break between the afternoon and evening sessions. I don't guess my parents were all too happy about being ignored for three days straight but hey, they're the ones who raised a wrestler, they should know what to expect. Carter was doing the same at his parents' house a hundred and twenty miles away; we'd pull up the same matches and text each other nonstop, or just call each other when I couldn't stand to go any longer without hearing his voice. We had to be a little bit careful of being overheard but I was just about at the point I didn't give a shit, and my parents should know better than to go listening in on a full grown, horned up college guy anyway.
My cock was in my hand for pretty much the entire time, from the moment that very first whistle blew. To a wrestler, watching guys wrestle is better than porn. Hell, it is porn. I was hard as fuck watching all those sweated up studs in skin tight singlets romping around on the mat - and all the more so because I hadn't tasted cock in nearly a week. Carter was the same; we were both so itching to get at each other it hurt. He'd text me a comment about some wrestler's muscular ass, or he'd tell me real deep and breathless and low how much he'd love to be sweating it out with me on the mat - and then Kyle's or Jase's match would come up, and holy fuck! I'd grab my stiff cock and stroke like a madman. We'd pant and moan and edge together and talk foul dirty filthy sweaty wrestling shit on the phone, teasing our cocks mercilessly to hold off as long as we could until both of us were gushing our loads hot and heavy all over our abs. Between Carter and the wrestling action online I swear I'd never blown so much in one day.
Jase made it all the way to the finals but lost the match to that Penn State son of a bitch. He went out on a loss but I was still so fucking happy for him to come in second, plowing through higher ranked wrestlers to get as far as he did. Kyle wound up fifth in his weight class - his last match was a win, so I knew what those two beasts would be up to in their hotel room that night. And Greg hung on to take eighth place for his first All American finish. The other guys from our program did a respectable job with nothing to be ashamed of; everybody would be coming back to campus in high spirits.
I was back in the dorm by the middle of Sunday afternoon and aching to see my brother again but Carter was stuck with his grandparents for the day. He warned me he might not be in till late so I studied a little and waited, and eventually ended up digging into his gym gear trying to find something rank and crusty to sniff. I stripped down and crawled into his bunk with one of his old jockstraps and a wrestling shoe next to my head on the pillow, stroked my cock and humped his mattress until I fell fast asleep.
It was the longest Carter and I had been apart since Jase and Kyle had made us brothers. I wanted to be with him so fucking bad.
Next thing I knew it was morning. I felt the bunk bed shake as Carter rolled out and began pulling his shit together. He didn't even wake me up when he came in the night before, he'd just climbed into my bunk and crashed without a word, and now he was heading off to the showers on his own? Oh no ya don't, I thought. I launched out of bed and grabbed my towel, flung it over my shoulder and followed along, strutting stark naked down the hall at his side, both of us grinning and giggling like crazy.
The two of us slipped into a shower stall together and I didn't give a shit who saw us. Everyone who mattered knew about us already, and the rest simply didn't matter. Carter turned the water on and we crowded under the stream together, wrapped our arms around each other and held on tight as the little stall filled with steam.
I grabbed the soap and rubbed it over his body dutifully. The guy was so fucking gorgeous, I loved every inch of his skin. Carter did the same for me, feeling my muscles, squeezing and prodding me playfully. Needless to say we were both hard in no time, our cocks stiff and standing straight up, yearning for each other.
I picked up Carter's razor, lathered him well with the bar of soap and began shaving his body, first his abs and then his chest, tracing careful circles around each protruding nipple. I glided the razor over his shoulders, down his upper arms and forearms, then the backs of his hands, being extra slow and cautious around his elbows and wrists and knuckles. I kneeled before him and skimmed the razor over his quads, his hams, all the way down to his shins and calves to his ankles, stroking them with my fingers and palms to be sure he was completely smooth. He spread his legs for me and I delicately shaved all around his crotch, his ball sack, his hole, the base of his cock. Caught his eye with a grin, then mowed down his pubes to leave him clean and bare.
Carter took the razor from me and got to work returning the favor. God, I loved the way he handled me, fondling and smoothing and feeling, that sharp metal blade gliding expertly over my skin, his slick soapy hands running over each part of my body to be sure the job was complete. I gave myself to him wholly, positioning my arms and legs, bending each joint just right for the easiest, cleanest shave. The absolute trust we shared, the care we took with each other was in its own way every bit as intimate as fucking. It felt so incredible to be freshly smooth, like my skin was reacting to a whole new world of sensation, hungering to be touched.
He set the razor down and we wrapped our arms around each other slowly, gently, savoring each moment, each new stimulation, each response. We held each other and kissed, felt the hot steamy water pour over us, our lips and tongues connecting, our smooth muscles meshing, our hard nipples grazing against each other's skin, our stiff cocks prodding and straining. Our hands roamed over one another feeling each other's smoothness, feeling raw flesh on flesh and nothing in between, not even the tiniest bristle or wisp of fuzz. My whole body drank in the feeling of his bare skin on mine; I could stay there just like that in the shower holding him forever.
His fingers found their way to my crack and I eagerly followed suit. We teased each other's holes playfully, touching and stroking and probing. He flexed his hips, rubbing his hole against my finger and his stiff meat against mine; I flexed my hips to meet him, and then in an instant, instinctively, our arms wrapped around each other tight. We squeezed for all we were worth, lips crushing lips, tongues wrestling, as our hips mashed back and forth with a frenzied rhythm grinding our hard cocks together relentlessly.
I couldn't stop if I wanted to, and I surely didn't want to. Nothing in the world felt better at that moment than humping with my brother in a steamy shower stall, our smooth naked bodies pressed together, cocks rubbing one against the other. There was no question we were going to take this all the way.
I felt Carter's body tremble and quake, and then I felt his hot cum splattering on my abs. I drove my cock against him with two more long hard strokes; my ball sack tingled and drew up tight and I erupted with a long huge load that gushed between us. We rubbed our cocks in each other's cream, grinding even more frantically as we spurted out our juices. Finally spent, we loosened our grip and kissed each other soulful and tender, washed the cum off and stood there gazing into one another's eyes, so fucking grateful for each other all over again. I shut off the water and grinned as I handed him a towel.
"Welcome home, stud," I said.
Sadly we had to split up and go our separate ways to class - Carter and I were still students after all - but we were counting on a big reunion in the evening, and a long night of making up for lost fucking. Our plans were derailed by a text from Jase that told me we'd be spending the evening at Duncan's. "Dress nice," it said, and I couldn't imagine what he had in mind.
Jase picked me up as always and we drove to Duncan's place, with Kyle and Carter following right behind. We filed in the front door, all of us in button-down shirts and slacks, and instead of heading to the basement as usual Jase led us through the house to a hallway at the very back.
"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"The Family Room."
"What's that?"
"Shhh!"
He opened a door and we stepped inside a long, wide room where Duncan, Greg, and Ben were waiting. The place was first class, with hardwood floors, walnut paneled walls and open beam ceilings, like some British nobleman's manor. On one end, a huge glass case displayed all of Duncan's awards - medals and trophies and framed clippings from newspapers and magazines. But the real trophies lined the walls on both sides - life size photos of wrestlers in artistic black and white, each one shown from the knees up, stark naked, oiled, cocks dangling, standing casually as if showing off their glorious bodies, glaring into the camera like they were getting ready to throw down.
Carter and I gazed at those photos in absolute wonder. They were portraits of our family. Kyle and Jase were there, and Greg and Ben. Jase's old mentor Pete, now coaching at Indiana, and his two wrestlers Dave and Noah. A few more we didn't recognize, who'd likely come before us and moved on. All of them were young, true freshmen when the photos were taken; no one looked a day over eighteen. And somehow Carter and I were there too, at the very end of the row. I thought back and remembered the day Duncan had us pose in front of the camera - "so we can track your progress," he'd said. Seeing myself laid bare at first I felt a flash of awkwardness but looking over my photo and Carter's alongside all the rest I was soon swelling with pride.
But the biggest surprise came at the head of the room. A photo of Duncan himself, a bright eyed teenager, side by side with another one of... someone who looked vaguely familiar. We gazed at that photo with eyes wide.
"Is that..." I started.
"Coach Wilson," Carter whispered. The head coach of our program. He was Duncan's brother.
"This is a special night," Duncan announced, gathering everyone together. "We're here to welcome two new members into our family. Jase, Kyle, bring your boys up here."
Our mentors grabbed us by the shoulders and steered us to Duncan at the head of the room.
"Carter Hathaway, Ryan Cole, you have completed your initial training. You've honored your family, your mentors, and yourselves. You're boys no longer. You're men now. True wrestlers. We're proud to be your brothers."
"What about Travis?" I whispered to Carter.
"Shhh!" Kyle warned sharply, and spoke to us in a low voice. "He had the option. He chose to remain a boy for another year, so he could come up with Justin. It's the right choice. You can't fully reach manhood without a brother."
"You two will carry on our athletic tradition and our way of life," Duncan proclaimed. "You are the future of our program and the future of our family. In time you'll be mentors yourselves, and pass on your knowledge and skills to a new generation. You'll become the leaders of our family. But you'll never be alone. We'll be with you, always. Welcome to your new home."
The other guys applauded and cheered. We weren't quite sure what we should do but Carter grabbed my hand and squeezed, and I gripped his right back. We grinned as the guys closed in on us with congratulations, mauled our shoulders and slapped us on the back. It was the best feeling on earth, like floating on air. My cock was stiff as a board and straining against my slacks.
"Jase..." I hissed over my shoulder, "...I need to wrestle!"
He smirked. "Don't worry, hotshot. We'll be heading downstairs in a minute."
He wasn't kidding. Before I knew it Jase and I were naked, oiled, boned as fuck and facing off on the mat, with Kyle and Carter staring each other down right beside us. Duncan shouted, "Go!" and it was on.
We lunged for each other, both of us in super high spirits and so charged up we were practically bouncing off the walls. Our muscular bodies clashed and it felt wonderful beyond words. His hard ripped flesh was so familiar by now. The way he used his strength, the way our oily bodies slipped and slid against each other, his sweaty, musky smell made me feel more than anything else that I was exactly where I belonged.
I underhooked him and transitioned to a body lock, feeling cocky and looking to pull off a throw. His chest smashing against mine, his hot breath on my neck as he strained to break free felt damn amazing. I wanted to put him on his back so bad my cock ached but I should have known better than to try a strength move on that stud. He exploded out of my grip - my body so slick with oil I couldn't even keep a lock on my own wrist - barreled me over and put me on the mat before I knew what hit me. Broke me down flat with my face mashed into the polyethylene, hooked my leg and rode me hard with his full body weight bearing down on the center of my back.
Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Duncan, Ben and Greg watched eagerly, stroked each other's cocks and urged us on.
In seconds I felt Jase's meat pressing at my hole. He was taking things a lot faster than usual... but I had no complaints. I spread my legs wide and rocked my hips to position myself just right, pressed back on that fat cock head and let it slip partway in, even as I struggled to escape his grasp. He grunted hungrily, bore down harder to hold me still and pushed his thick cock into me inch by inch. I fucking loved that feeling, straining to take him in as his rigid, swollen rod spread my hole and stretched me to the limit, filling my canal as he drove in deeper and deeper. My own cock was dripping, squashed against the stiff foam of the mat.
Jase banged me hard, throwing his whole body into me as he thrust his meat into my hole over and over again. He truly pounded me, so much more aggressively than ever before. The implication was clear. I wasn't a boy anymore. I'd have to take it like a man. And that suited me just fine. With Jase's beefy hand pressed to the side of my face mashing my head against the mat I gazed over at Carter in the same position, taking his own pounding from Kyle. We grinned at each other as those two muscle gods pumped our asses even harder, showing us once and for all they owned us body and soul, making sure we'd always long for the feeling of big thick muscle cock blasting our insides in a way they knew we'd never, ever forget.
I loved being railed by that stud so much. My cock was throbbing, begging for release. As I felt Jase pound me, his muscled body beating down on me, his cock ransacking my hole, a tingling wave of pleasure crept slowly up from my toes. I took a sharp breath and let out a moan as my ball sack tightened and I began wildly spurting cream, my sphincter clenching and massaging that thick rigid meat, heightening my pleasure even more. Jase kept banging away but soon I felt him tense, and a huge spurt of his own hot cum flooded into my guts. We rocked and twitched and shuddered together, the pleasures of orgasm swarming through our bodies from head to toe. Our moans began sharp and loud and then grew long and low. We poured our juices out together until our balls were completely drained.
Alongside us, Carter and Kyle kicked back and relaxed, looking every bit as spent and satisfied as we were. Ben was busy swallowing his brother's load, as Greg was leaning over and deep throating Duncan.
Jase and I rolled over and sat up on the mat together looking over the scene, his big arms wrapped around me from behind, straddling me with his knees and leaning in over my shoulder.
"Am I still your boy?" I asked him.
"You'll always be my boy."
"I'm really gonna miss you," I said.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well, you're graduating in May. You'll be going away, right?"
He sneered. "You're not getting rid of me that easy. They already offered me an assistant coaching job for next year. You'll be stuck with me for a while."
My eyes lit up and I broke into the biggest grin, then quickly glanced over at Carter.
"What about Kyle?"
"I'm not goin' anywhere," Kyle said. "I can't leave my brother. They may not have a coaching spot for me but there's other jobs in this town."
"And don't think you're getting the summer off either," Jase warned me. "Carter's starting at 157 next year. You're gonna be wrestling 165. We're gonna put some more muscle on you, and we're gonna do it right."
"So... Coach Wilson...?" Carter asked.
Kyle shook his head. "He's with us, but he won't give you nothin' unless you earn it. We're gonna make sure you earn it."
I leaned back into Jase's arms, locked eyes with Carter and smiled. Holy fuck, it was great to be part of a family.
Back in our dorm room, Carter and couldn't wait to strip and dive into bed together. His warm body against mine felt incredible. Our arms wrapped around each other, our legs intertwined. We held each other and kissed and played, so excited to have each other all to ourselves.
"I want your cock inside me," I told him.
"I want yours inside me."
"I asked first."
"But I need it more."
"You couldn't possibly need it more."
We stared each other down, intense but grinning. I thought of that night in the hotel room back at the Midlands in Illinois, watching Jase and Kyle fuck like wild beasts, like real men.
"We're men now," I told him. "We'll flip fuck."
"Perfect."
"You top me first."
"No, you."
I glared at the fucker, shoved him onto his back and rolled over on top. His legs spread eagerly and wrapped around me as I cradled his head in my hand, kissed him deeply, pressed my cock head to his well-greased hole and pushed steadily in...
Well guys, my wrestlers have all had a long hard season and I think they deserve a little rest. I'm gonna give 'em some time off - but don't worry, they'll all be back again in the new year, for a whole new season of wrestling and a lot of other stuff in between. So, stay tuned! And please consider making a donation to the site, so my family of wrestlers and all the other smoking hot stories will always have a home!