After that first session with Brady he was rapping on my door every night for the rest of the week. I welcomed him in each time; he was such a gorgeous kid and so eager to learn everything I could teach him about wrestling and about being with a guy. After coaching him through the drills all day and spending some one-on-one time with him sweating it out on the mat it only felt natural to end the evening in bed together exploring each other's bodies, lean smooth muscle grinding on muscle and hard cock rubbing hard cock.
Carter was more than okay with it. Each night after I sent Brady back to his room I'd pick up the phone and give my true brother the full play-by-play. Of course I'd rather have been with him. I missed him like you wouldn't believe. But Brady had become an excellent surrogate; it was as if he was our go-between. I'd describe to Carter every detail of our nights together and he'd stroke and blow out a good hard load and almost feel like he was with us. And I'd tell Brady all about Carter, how being with him had truly changed my life and all the incredible sex we had and how I loved him with all my heart. It was part of his education the same as fucking him every night, the same as coaching and drilling him every day on the mat.
Friday came, the last full day of Brady's wrestling camp and the last night we'd be together. We'd had some good practice in the afternoon, both of our cocks stiff as wood as we grappled together. I could see that his skills - of all kinds - had definitely improved over the course of the week. He was ready to go back to school for his senior year and mow down all comers. I knew a big part of it was learning to embrace the sexuality of wrestling, on the mat as well as in bed. When that late night rap came at my door I was proud and a little sad that after one more session together I'd be sending him home to handle it on his own.
"Come on in," I called out from my bunk.
The door swung open and there was Brady in the doorway wearing nothing but loose workout shorts as usual, commando of course, a great big grin on his face.
For a moment I just gazed at the kid; he made me drool whenever I looked at him. The creamy smooth skin that seemed to be shrinkwrapped over his muscles, the gleam in his eyes, the eager smile had my cock twitching every time. I waved him over and he shut the door and dropped his shorts to the floor, bounded over to the bed and dove in with me. He tugged at my shorts and I lifted my ass off the mattress so he could peel them down to my ankles and pull them off, and we kissed and hugged each other and rubbed our naked bodies together. Brady squirmed like a puppy in my arms; he was always so damn excited.
One thing he'd learned over the past few days was how to pace himself. At first when he'd show up at my room his cock would be fully stiff and already dripping. Now that we had some training behind us he'd start out with a semi and build himself up slowly to full steam. I loved watching his cock grow as we made out and teased and aroused each other, loved feeling it stiffen in my hand as I stroked him. Side by side with mine, hardening together, watching them swell and grow as we jacked each other made our connection and our bond feel even stronger.
He giggled with excitement as I chewed on his nipple, pinching the other between my forefinger and thumb. I ravaged his chest with my lips and tongue, kissed his neck, sucked on his deltoids, threatened to rip out his throat with my teeth. Brady grunted appreciatively, loving the attention I was giving him. He gripped my triceps, my delts, my lats, feeling and squeezing and kneading. Flexed his hips to rub his cock against me and grunted again.
I moved slowly down his body licking and nibbling, kissing each one of those beautiful abs. I rolled him over face down and ran my lips and tongue down his spine, all the way to the top of his crack. Took a nice big bite out of each ass cheek making him giggle and squirm all over again, then spread those cheeks wide and jammed my face in, licking and prodding and teasing his hole. Brady moaned long and low. He loved being rimmed, and loved even more what usually followed. His breaths were sharp and deep, anticipating the feeling of my cock plunging into him just as it always had before.
But not this time. Tonight I had a different lesson in mind.
I rolled him onto his back again and attacked his crotch with my tongue, at that sensitive spot in between his thigh and his ball sack. He shuddered all over and yelped at the sudden, intense rush of ticklish pleasure. I sucked his balls, took them into my mouth one at a time and then both together, my nose rubbing against the base of his straining cock. Instead of my meat he got my slippery wet finger sliding into his hole and teasing his prostate as I licked his shaft with a flat wide tongue long and slow from end to end, lingering a moment at the tip. A thick drop of precum oozed out and I lapped it up greedily.
I covered his fat cock head with my warm wet lips and sucked and licked and sucked it some more as I stroked his shaft with one hand, the other still working his hole. I moved my hand down to his balls and gripped them tight, stretched the skin of his cock to heighten the sensation as I took it into my mouth slow and steady, burying it in my throat. His pubes tickled my nose; he wriggled and grunted and moaned, loving how I sucked him in and out while my finger stirred him up even more from inside. He dripped and leaked precum into my mouth until I slid his cock out long and slow, slid my finger out, looked deep into his eyes and paused.
"Coach?" he asked in a hushed, anxious voice.
I dipped into the jar of Vaseline and greased his cock, greased my hole, greased my finger with the leftover.
In one quick move I straddled him, sat on his cock and slid it in, reached back behind me and jammed my finger into his hole. Brady let out a huge yelp as his cock got its first taste of tight muscle ass while my finger dug deep to torment him. With my free hand I grabbed his wrist and guided it to my shaft, then latched onto his pec and squeezed as I rode his thick hard cock like a rodeo cowboy.
Brady was in heaven, stroking my cock as I was grinding down on his, twitching and jerking all over as my finger reached into his most sensitive inner places. Our eyes were locked in on each other, gazing deep into each other almost in a trance, sharing each new sensation with looks and smiles and sudden expressions of eager surprise. His meat felt so fucking good inside me, filling me completely. I slid it in and out, straining to mash down on him harder and take it in deeper and deeper, gripping it with my hole and massaging him in ways he'd never felt and never before imagined.
Soon he was so worked up he began to buck and thrash. It was all I could do to stay mounted and keep grinding that beautiful cock back and forth, in and out. His entire body tensed and I felt his hole clamp down on my finger. He let out a sharp moan and thrust deep inside me, spouting his juice into me as he squeezed my cock hard and jacked me furiously. I teased his hole as it clenched my finger, over and over again with each new spurt. He jerked my cock hard once more and I unleashed, gushing hot cream like a fountain, laying thick white stripes across his abs and chest. Brady watched me shoot with wide, dazzled eyes, twitching as each new spurt landed hot and sticky on his skin.
We each emptied our loads and I leaned in and kissed him. He pulled me close and held me tight, smearing my spilled cum all over his body and mine. We grinned at each other and slowly, carefully licked each other clean before lying back on the mattress together, our naked muscled bodies side by side like two identical, very homoerotic bookends, cocks softening and lying down flat but still meaty and thick.
"Coach... I love you," he said, gazing deep into my eyes with a look that begged me not to hurt him.
"I love you too, Brady. Truly. Forever."
He gave me a look of relief and kissed me soulfully, his tongue meeting mine with heartfelt passion.
"But not the same as I love Carter," I added. "I'm your mentor and you're my boy... but he's my true brother. What you and I have is very special and always will be, but it's different. When you find your own true brother you'll understand."
He looked at me questioningly, not sure how he should feel.
"Don't worry," I told him. "It's okay. We can love each other just like this and we'll be great. What I'm telling you is, things will get even better for you later on."
He smiled at me gratefully and laid his head on my chest. I stroked his head and held him, giving him a few minutes to feel safe and secure and loved before sending him back downstairs to his bunk with the other high school kids.
He hadn't been gone ten minutes when there was a rap on my door. I thought he must have forgotten something.
"Come on in," I called out.
The door swung open and there was Jase, scowling at me from the doorway. He stepped into the room and slammed the door shut.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he raged at me.
I shrugged. "I'm not sure what you mean."
"The hell you aren't. You're banging a fucking high school kid? A kid in our wrestling camp - and you're on the camp staff! Don't you have any idea at all how wrong that is, how much trouble you could get into - how much you could get us all into?"
Jase should have known by now how hot it made me when we argued. Seeing him pissed off at anyone was like catnip to me. And when he was pissed off at me... my hormones were pumping like crazy. I just wanted to pitch in and settle it, right then and there, on the mat or in bed. My cock was already beginning to stiffen.
"Brady's only two years younger than me," I said. "He's legal age. He's the one who came after me, not the other way around. And he's a grown man in every way. Watch him wrestle and tell me I'm wrong."
"It doesn't matter how goddamn old he is! Brady's parents - "
"He's a part of our family now."
Jase's eyes widened. "What?? Bullshit! You don't have any say over that! It doesn't work that way! You do what we say!"
I shook my head. "If I can't bring a guy like Brady in, what the fuck are we doing? He's a great wrestler, he wants to come to our school, they'd be idiots not to recruit him - and you know it. He belongs here, and he belongs with us."
"That's not the way we do things."
"Well then things should change. What's the point of the family if we're only gonna be five or six guys? If what we're doing is so goddamn special we should be trying to pull in as many as we can - everybody who deserves it. We should be growing. And that means reaching out to guys like Brady as soon as we can. As soon as we know he belongs."
Jase grumbled. "You don't know what you're doing. You haven't been around here long enough."
"I'm not a boy anymore. I'm a full-fledged member of the family. You don't tell me what to do."
"I'm still your coach. And I can't let this go unpunished."
I smirked. "Come on then. Show me what you're made of."
A spark ignited in his eyes, and I sure couldn't miss that bulge in his shorts either. Jase peeled off his T-shirt exposing all that lean, ripped muscle; my heart raced and my breath got stuck in my throat. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his shorts at the bedside, peeled off his briefs and his huge, thick meat bounded out staring me in the face. My eyes lit up as I reached out and stroked it, leaned in and licked his fat cock head and took it deep in my mouth. Before I knew it Jase clamped a hand on my shoulder and gripped my head with the other and began to fuck my throat, spearing me with that monster cock like there was no tomorrow.
He held me in a vise grip and pounded away at my mouth. I took it without a complaint, even grabbed his ass cheeks and gave them a healthy squeeze to spur him on. But after a while my throat was fucked raw and I began to choke. Jase pulled out and shot me a glare, flipped me over face down and jammed his fingers into my hole. When he felt how loose I was, and felt the Vaseline, he gaped at me in surprise.
"So... somebody's been boy-fucked tonight."
"I told you. He's a grown man."
"Let's see how well you do with a man-sized cock."
"You better call out for some help then," I sneered.
I knew that comment would boil his butt and I'd pay for it with my ass but it was well worth it just to get in a dig at him. Jase spread my legs apart wide, saw the jar of Vaseline and scooped a little onto his meat - he wasn't completely without a conscience - then plunged in hard and fast. My body rocked at the impact and I grunted loud but wasn't about to satisfy him with a whimper. Let him bring all he had; I'd show him what I was made of too.
He pumped my ass with long, solid strokes and I reared back and met every thrust, daring him to go harder. It sure wasn't the first time I'd taken his meat and a little extra aggression was only the icing on the cake. I flat out loved being fucked by him from the very first day he became my mentor. Any "punishment" he could give me was more for his own sake than mine.
"Fuck me, god damn it!" I yelled and Jase banged harder and faster still. His breath blew hot and heavy in my ear; his muscular body rippled and flexed as he pumped me. My own cock was stiff as a board and aching, straining to draw another load from my depleted balls. His sweat was dripping onto me, rolling off my back and down my legs. The smell of his overheated body, the sound of wet flesh smacking on flesh filled the room as he slammed his meat into me.
He began to pant and grunt wildly and I knew he was ready to blow. He reached for my cock and jacked me and thrust one last time deep into me, then clenched his arms around me hard and let out a loud bellow as he dumped his load into my guts. I felt my ball sack tighten and my cock head swell and I blew out whatever I could, whatever was left that Brady hadn't already drained out of me.
Jase and I collapsed together on the mattress. His aggression and hostility were gone. He stroked my hair playfully and kissed my cheek.
"Do you see now?" he asked. "Do you understand the way things work?"
"Yeah," I told him. "Brady's with me."
Jase rolled his eyes and shook his head. He climbed out of bed, gathered up his clothes from the floor and dressed himself and gave me one last warning on his way out the door. If I couldn't play by the rules, he told me, at least I better learn to be damn careful.
I crawled out of bed and stumbled down the hall to rinse off in the shower. My body had been through a lot that night. I stayed in there a good long time letting the hot water rejuvenate me and soak into my bones before plodding back to my room. I'd just stripped and lay down in bed again when there was another rap on the door. Who the fuck this time? Coach Wilson?
"Come on in," I called out.
The door swung open and Brady stepped in and carefully shut it behind him, looking different than I'd ever seen him before. Timid and shy, staring down at his feet only occasionally lifting his eyes to meet mine.
"Coach..." he said hesitantly, "can I sleep here tonight?"
I looked him over. "You sure that's a good idea? Won't your roomie tell someone you were gone?"
"He's already asleep. He'll be out like a light till morning."
"You know you'll have to get up early and head back down there before he wakes up."
"I know. I will. I just really want to spend the night with you. Please?"
"I'd love that." I waved him over.
He broke into his trademark grin and tiptoed across the room, dropped his shorts and climbed onto the mattress with me. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed, loving the feeling of our bodies pressed together once more. He turned his back to me and played the role of the little spoon. I kept my arms around him, one hooked around his neck and across his chest holding him close to me, the other draped over him with my hand resting comfortably on those gorgeous chiseled abs. I kissed his neck and shoulder as he snuggled against me with a satisfied grunt.
I didn't have to see his face to know he was sporting a great big smile as the two of us drifted off to sleep.
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