I couldn't wait to get back to campus, back to my training and my team and my family. Most of all I couldn't wait to get back to Carter.
It felt so damn good to be living together again, having our own dorm room, our own space to be ourselves. The minute his parents dropped him off and left us alone we were all over each other. I loved the way he felt in my arms, and the way his arms felt wrapped around me. We kissed each other so fucking sweetly you'd never guess we were two rambunctious wrestlers who'd been hardwired since we were little kids to tear other guys apart.
We peeled each other's shirts off and hugged again, loving the feeling of our warm bodies pressed together, our cocks growing stiff in our shorts. His hands roamed all over my body testing and exploring each muscle, becoming intimately familiar with the mass I'd gained over the summer. I stroked the back of his head, pulled him close and pressed my cheek against his, the shared warmth of our shaved smooth faces making me tingle all over. Soon his hands were sliding into my shorts and I was tugging at his. We stepped apart just long enough to drop them to the floor, then tangled up again and fell into the bottom bunk together.
"I missed you so fucking much," I whispered to him with hot breath in his ear, and he giggled and then nibbled on my own ear in a way that sent a shiver straight to my hole.
He guided my hand to his cock and I stroked him as we made out, our tongues slipping and lapping against each other warm and wet. I spread my legs for him eagerly as he tickled my balls, then reached down lower, his fingers sliding along my crack and prodding my hole. I held him tight and pressed my chest to his, my hard nipples poking his skin, as he pushed one spit-slickened finger inside me teasingly.
"I need to fuck you," he breathed.
"I'd love that more than anything," I told him.
The jar of Vaseline was never too far out of reach. I greased his shaft with long slow strokes, rolling gently onto my back while Carter carefully positioned himself above me. His fat head pressed to my hole and I panted and grinned as he slid in inch by inch, my legs wrapping around him, my inner ring stretching and welcoming him in. I gripped his triceps and squeezed and he started rocking his hips back and forth, pumping his meat in and out nice and slow letting me feel each grinding motion. He knew how much I loved the feeling of his cock inside me - every bit as much as I knew he loved taking mine. It's what really made us brothers, embracing each other's manhood, accepting each other as sexual beasts who didn't give a shit about playing one role or another as long as there was love and physical closeness and a great big shot of cum at the end of it for us both.
Carter leaned in and kissed me as he plunged his meat into me harder and faster. I wrapped my arms around and held him tight, making out with him desperately, meeting his thrusts with equal force and equal passion. He moaned and yelped and bucked as he drove that hard cock into me, and I locked my ankles behind his ass and spurred him like a horse, flexing my hips to take him in as deep as I could on every beat. His whole body tightened and tensed and I knew he was ready to blow. His eyes glazed over and he reared back one last time and slammed into me, holding it in as he quaked and shuddered and his cream blasted hot and thick inside me.
I was so damn close myself I only needed to grip my cock and rub it against his abs and I erupted, spewing cum all over us both, my hole twitching and clenching in spasms on his thick hard shaft. Each spurt made me jerk uncontrollably from head to toe as waves of pleasure rolled through me. And knowing my brother was cumming inside me made it even sweeter.
"Leave it in me!" I begged as he heaved out the last of his load. He collapsed on top of me with my arms and legs curled around him and we lay tangled up on the mattress and felt our hearts pounding together strong and steady, our breath becoming calm and slow, his cock inside me gradually softening and dribbling out his final drops of juice.
It was a damn good start to the fall semester.
Next morning we were in the wrestling room for a workout bright and early, beginning the conditioning that would get us ready for the season. Being back in that atmosphere with all the other guys - not just our family but every man on the squad - was wonderful, made me feel whole again. Lifting weights, doing cardio, running through some drills on the mat - that was the environment we were bred for. And seeing Jase on his first official day as assistant coach made me feel like we were truly part of something special.
I'll admit it was also fun checking out the brand new crop of redshirts. Barely out of high school and with no real clue yet of what wrestling at the college level was all about, they scrambled to look good and prove to us - as well as each other - that they deserved the free ride and vote of confidence the school had given them. I looked them over and saw myself as I was a year ago in more than one of those fresh young faces. Suddenly back at the bottom of the heap, high school cockiness flown south, struggling to keep their heads above water and no idea of what they were in for.
In the evening Carter and I went over to Duncan's. Jase and Kyle were waiting for us downstairs on the mat.
"How was your first day back?" Jase asked.
"God, what a pleasure to be here," I told him. "I've been itching for it all summer."
"Good. That's what I like to hear."
"Some of the new kids were looking pretty damn nice too. You picked any out yet?"
"For...?"
"For us. To join the family."
Jase glared at me a moment. "Justin is our new boy. We aren't bringing in anybody else this year."
"But why not? If we want to grow the family - "
"We've already got six on the team. If you do your jobs and get the starting slots, that's all but four. We don't have enough mentors to bring in anybody else."
"We can - " Carter began.
"No. You can't. That isn't your job. You two are just getting started yourselves. You need to secure your own places on the team first. Then we need to turn you into world class wrestlers - not just competitors, but contenders. You want to qualify for nationals this year, don't you?"
"Sure."
"Well you're not gonna do that if you're trying to figure out how to be a mentor at the same time. You may not be boys anymore but you're still learning. Understand?"
We both nodded our heads. He was right.
Jase and Kyle traded smiles. "Okay. Get stripped and oil up."
"You and me?" I asked him.
"No, you and Carter. You two are gonna show us how much you forgot over the summer. And we need find out how coachable you are."
Carter and I eagerly peeled off our gear and grabbed the bottle of olive oil from the cabinet. We rubbed it on our own bodies and then took care of each other, making sure we both were shiny and slick with a nice even coating all over. We faced off at the center of the mat with big grins on our faces and big hard cocks jutting upward. This was what I'd been missing more than anything. Jase barked out "Go!" and we tied into each other.
Our oily bodies clashed together and tangled up and it was the most incredible feeling I'd had in months, in its own way even better than what we'd done last night. Carter and I knew each other so well, our bodies were so familiar, the grinding of our muscles together so goddamn satisfying, I couldn't imagine a deeper kind of pleasure. It was an act of sex just as sure as when I spread my legs and felt his cock slide into me. On the mat we loved each other more intensely than ever before.
And don't get the idea for a minute that we were taking it easy on each other. A wrestler goes after his best buddy just as hard as he does his worst enemy. Even harder, because he knows he can truly let himself go. It's what we needed from each other. It wouldn't count unless we fought with every last ounce of our strength. We could never be happy if we knew one or the other was holding anything back.
As we wrestled, Jase yelled out instructions to me and Kyle did the same for Carter, coaching us through the match just like we were at a meet. I tried my best to execute exactly as he told me but an oil match is so different from regular wrestling. Half the skills I'd learned in practice just didn't apply. My hands would slip, Carter would wriggle out of my grip, our naked bodies would slide on the mat and glide against each other in ways that just didn't happen with singlets and sweat. I was used to our matches here at Duncan's being improvisational and freeform; our practiced strategies quickly flew out the window as oily bodies writhed and meshed.
But each time Carter squirmed out of my grasp, Jase would call out a new tactic. Each time he'd snare me, Jase would coach me on how to escape. It was frustrating as hell that nothing I tried would work the way it was supposed to but I knew that was part of it, the whole reason we did this to begin with. So I tried as hard as I could to do just what Jase told me, and when things went inevitably haywire I'd do my best to deal with that too.
The new muscle mass I put on was giving me an advantage in strength but it also made me tire out that much more quickly. Thankfully Carter's conditioning had dropped off during the summer too. Seven minutes on the mat at a regular meet can feel like a long, long time, but an open-ended oil match in Duncan's basement was a flat out marathon. As we struggled on I began to learn how to make the most of my extra weight and conserve my energy too until finally at the brink of exhaustion I bulldozed Carter onto his back and locked him up in a cradle to set up a pin.
"Finish it!" Jase yelled, and I knew just what that meant.
Carter and I looked deep into each other's eyes and exchanged a smile. I released him from the cradle and stroked his head and he slowly turned over onto his hands and knees, glancing back over his shoulder expectantly. I kneeled behind him and gently massaged his shoulders, his back, then gripped his ass cheeks and spread them apart. His smooth muscular body made me drool every time I touched it. He sighed softly as my thumbs tested his hole and pried it open wide, arching his back to give me a better approach.
My cock ached so fucking bad; I'd wanted to be inside him since the moment we first squared off. I stroked it with my oily hand to make sure it was good and slick, then pressed my cock head to his hole. Carter whimpered softly as I pushed into him. I went in slowly, just the way he'd done with me last night, letting him feel every inch as I slid it in. I reached around him and wrapped my fingers around his shaft and rubbed, sending little waves of pleasure that tightened his hole and squeezed my cock with every stroke. We played each other so well. Being inside him always made me feel like we belonged together forever, a perfect match. There was no place else my cock would rather be.
Carter grunted like an animal from the bottom of his gut as I thrust into him again and again, my hips slapping against those muscled ass cheeks. He flexed his hips to grind his cock in my hand, fucking my fist as I rammed into his ass, and I wrapped my arm across his chest and held on tight, my cheek pressed between his shoulder blades, banging away for all I was worth. We panted and moaned together straining our exhausted bodies to the limit, sweat and oil mingling together dribbling onto the mat in gleaming puddles, our body heat engulfing us as thick as a sauna, the rank, steamy smell of jock meat filling our noses.
It was wrestler heaven.
His body felt so fucking good in my arms, mashed against my chest, sheathing my cock. Every inch of him made me want to pour out a long hard load. My legs were nearly spent with fatigue when the feeling started, the numbing tingle that quickened my heartbeat and made my breath turn short and shallow, like my body was lifted on a wave that was just about to crash in a massive flood. I took in one last breath and held it as I slammed into my brother as hard as I could; my balls drew up tight and I squeezed him with all my strength, every muscle of my body as rigid as my cock.
My cum shot exploded like a cannon, gushing deep inside him filling his guts with my hot cream. I clenched my fist on Carter's cock and felt it burst in my hand, spurting his own juice over his abs and onto the mat and slinging it clear up to his chin. We dumped our loads together in a swarm of trembling spasms until our strength was drained and we collapsed together on the mat, arms around each other lying in a pool of sweat and oil and cum.
Gradually we recovered the energy to raise our heads. We sat up together, supporting each other with arms around our shoulders. Jase and Kyle strolled over to us and playfully rubbed out heads. Carter and I grinned up at them like two pups eager for their masters' praise.
"Looks like we got two coachable wrestlers here," Kyle said.
Jase nodded. "They'll do fine. Just like we were, right?"
"Who's gonna get the mop?" Kyle taunted.
At home that night we crawled into the bottom bunk too wrecked to do anything but lie together and hold each other. Our hands roamed over each other's muscles feeling every worn out contour of our bodies. It was an intensely satisfying moment, the kind I wanted to go on forever, the kind that could only happen between two true brothers. But for a guy who was pressed up against me head to toe, Carter seemed oddly distant.
"What's on your mind?" I asked.
"It's different now," he said quietly. "We're not the same. It isn't like before."
I knew what he meant. Last year we were exactly the same size, the same build, like twins. Evenly matched as wrestlers. It was magic, like we were the same person or two equal halves of a whole. It felt perfect. But now that I'd moved up a weight class we weren't equal anymore. I had a weight advantage and a strength advantage - it was only eight pounds, but that's a big deal to a wrestler. And it would only get more obvious as our training went on.
"We can't both wrestle 157," I told him.
"I know."
"Do you wish I'd stayed there and you moved up?"
He thought for a moment. "No. We'd still be different. It's not that you're bigger and stronger than me, it's that we're not the same."
"And that's a bad thing?" I already knew the answer.
"Not bad, but... kinda sad. I thought we'd be the same forever. I know it was stupid. Everybody changes, and we always knew we'd end up in different weight classes or else one of us wouldn't get to wrestle. But somehow I thought we'd still be the same."
"I don't care. The only part that bugs me is your matches will always come first. I'll be busy warming up while you wrestle. I won't get to watch."
"I'll watch your matches after mine are over. I'll be on the sidelines yelling my head off for you."
I smiled. "I love you no matter what."
He hugged me. "I love you no matter what too."
"So it's okay we're not the same?"
He laid his head on my chest and sighed. "Yeah. It's okay. You feel good like this."
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