Our first dual meet of the season was on a Friday night in the first week of November. The team we were facing didn't have a major program; for us the meet was a tune-up and for them it was good experience wrestling guys above their skill level. Our whole team was charged up for it just the same. It was our first competition in months; for Carter and me, the first time ever putting on our school colors. We were itching to get on the mat and prove ourselves against real opponents.
Besides, in wrestling you can never take anything for granted. It's a one-on-one sport. Programs and rankings and teams mean nothing if your opponent pulls out that one move you aren't ready for. You've got seven minutes to win or lose and then the match is done.
We entered the arena on the night of the meet fired up and eager for action, practically bouncing off the walls. Carter and I were on a whole new level, tuned into each other so deeply it felt like I'd be wrestling his match as well as my own. The rest of our brothers - Travis, Greg, Ben, Justin - were just as dialed into the mindset as we were. Even without the occasional looks we traded I could feel them with me every moment, all of us sharing our spirit and strength.
The stands were nearly bare except for a handful of parents and friends; we didn't attract the big crowds like Penn State or Iowa. But that didn't matter. My team, my true family, and the guy I faced on the mat were the only ones who counted. Wrestling isn't football. It isn't about glory. Wrestling is about wrestling.
It turned out we didn't have much to worry about. Our coaches had prepared us well. One by one my teammates dismantled their opponents, putting all their skills to use just as we'd been trained. When Carter's match came up I was busy warming up for mine, way off behind the rest of the guys stretching and loosening up and hitting the cycle to get my heart rate up and pump some blood through my muscles. But I swear I was right with him every second, feeling what he felt, breathing when he breathed, my heart jumping in my chest when the clock ran out and the last whistle blew and the ref raised his hand in victory.
And then it was my turn. I stepped onto the mat with Jase backing me up from the sideline; it'd been decided he'd always be the one to coach me and his voice would be the only one I'd hear. My cock was already bulging in my singlet when I squared off with my opponent, and a quick glance south showed me his was stiffening too. Nothing could have made me feel better than knowing the guy I wrestled was a brother in his own right, a man who understood.
The match was like a dream. Thanks to our family's training and Jase's coaching from the sidelines I was in control every moment. I'd feel his muscles shift and I knew his moves before he even made them, knew exactly what to do in response. Honestly it was almost like cuddling a puppy, feeling him wriggle and squirm in my arms and using just enough restraint to keep him from escaping and make him do what I wanted. Of course this puppy was a twenty-year-old stud wrestler so I had to use my own strength and skills to the fullest but I was playing the part of the loving master nonetheless. My hard cock pressed to his tight body felt incredible, just as his own meat did against mine. When the match had ended he gave me a genuine handshake instead of the usual grudging slap, looked me in the eye and nodded to acknowledge our brotherhood.
Off the mat, Carter, wrapped his arms around me and squeezed for all he was worth. I gave him back the same, our bodies mashed together, cradling each other cheek to cheek. We'd never felt so bonded as we did congratulating one another on our very first wins for the team. It was a huge moment for both of us. After all the training and all we'd been through together we were finally legitimate. We'd earned our places on the roster.
"I think you've got a fan," he told me with a smile. "He was yelling his lungs out for you the whole match."
Carter nodded up to the stands where a young guy sat alone, an obvious high school wrestler with a killer body, light brown buzzcut, square jaw, and clear blue eyes. Brady. My stud recruit from summer wrestling camp. I grinned to him and waved and he excitedly waved back and scurried down to the railing.
"You were amazing!" he said. "You wrestled a perfect match!"
"Thanks. I'm really glad you were here to see it. It means a lot to me."
He stared down at his feet a moment, then shyly met my eyes. "Of course. I'm your biggest fan. I was hoping maybe after this..."
"Yeah, that sounds great." I glanced back at my true brother. "You need to meet Carter too, okay?"
"Sure. I'd love that."
Brady was waiting for us outside the arena - after the showers, the locker room rowdiness, the cap-off talks by Coach Wilson and Jase and the rest of the staff. Our team had won every weight class, all ten of our matches. So far we were undefeated and we reveled in the moment; we knew it couldn't last long. We strolled out the door in high spirits still playfully shoving and hugging each other. Brady looked at us as if we were gods.
I split off from the group and crossed over to him. For a second we just stood there smiling, gazing into each other's eyes.
"My dorm's a couple blocks from here. Walk with me and Carter?"
"Sure!"
We walked slowly, apart from the others, Carter and I with Brady in between us. It was all I could do to keep myself from taking his hand; at that moment I felt so good and so full of love for everything in my life. But I also needed to show the proper respect - to Carter, to our family, to Brady as a fellow athlete in his own right. I was his mentor and he was my boy. We walked together proudly as our own men, not as sweethearts; that was Carter's role. Brady and I would be just as close but in a different way. We always needed to honor the principles our relationship was based on.
I knew Brady had a huge crush on me, maybe the first real crush he'd ever had. And he knew I was with Carter. I needed to find a way to be his mentor, to train him as a wrestler and a man according to our family's values. And I needed to do it without breaking his heart, or breaking my own if I messed things up and hurt him.
Inside the room I pulled him to me, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him long and deep. His muscled body practically melted in my arms. He let out a little whimper as his cock jutted out suddenly as hard as wood.
"I missed you so much," he said. "I wanted to be with you so bad."
I stroked his head, my chest still pressed to his. "I missed you too. I love you. I meant that when I said it before. But not the same as I love Carter. I told you, remember?"
He glanced at Carter, then stared down at his feet. "Yeah."
"You're gonna have your own brother, just like I do. It'll be the best thing in your life, better than anything you could ever imagine. But that'll have to wait until next year when you're out of high school and you're here on the team with us. For now you can be with Carter and me. You can be our boy. Okay?"
"Okay."
His cock was straining against his shorts. I reached down and gave it a rub.
"What did you think of Carter's match tonight?"
Brady grinned. "It was incredible. I loved it."
"What do you think of Carter?"
He met Carter's eyes. "He's a completely handsome stud."
"Good. We'll get along fine."
I signaled Carter with my eyes and he moved in close with us and kissed Brady's forehead. Brady turned to him and they began making out, slow and unhurried, getting to know each other. After a few moments I stepped back and left them to themselves; they locked up in a hug and kissed passionately for minutes on end. It was such a pleasure to watch.
When they came up for air Brady was a new man. He understood. The three of us stood close together grinning at each other, reaching out and touching and lightly stroking whatever caught our attention - shoulders, arms, backs, ass cheeks, cocks.
"Why the fuck is my shirt still on?" I said, peeling it off, and Brady and Carter quickly stripped theirs too. I swear I began to drool looking over those two gorgeous, perfectly sculpted torsos, and even more when my own ripped body nudged in right alongside them.
"Shoes," I said, and instantly we sat down on my bunk side by side by side, unlaced our sneakers and kicked them off and pulled off our socks.
"That's better. Now we can get comfortable."
I flopped back on the bunk and the other two joined me. We stretched out together, packed in tight on the narrow bunk, Brady of course in the middle. "Your body is so damn gorgeous," I told him, and lightly rubbed my palm over his chest, his nipples, his brick-hard abs all the way to his navel. Carter smiled and pitched in too, both of us caressing and fondling and exploring my boy's smooth skin. Brady leaned back and whimpered excitedly as our hands roamed over him, then our lips and tongues, nibbling and tasting him inch by inch. I could tell from his reaction that he hadn't been with a guy, hadn't been with anyone, since we were together at wrestling camp months ago.
Brady's yelps and whimpers became desperate as Carter and I each attacked an armpit, licking and kissing. We moved down to his nipples and gnawed and sucked and teased, Brady moaning loudly, a wet spot bleeding through his shorts. We backed off to let him catch his breath and I looked him in the eye and stroked his head; he kissed me hungrily until my brother gently gripped his jaw and steered him away, and he made out just as eagerly with Carter too. Then Carter and I made out in front of him, leaning over his body and kissing with all our hearts, showing him the love between us. Brady sighed longingly and stroked our shoulders and necks, caught up in the sheer, primal romance of the moment, squirming and wriggling and burning with rampant lust.
"You see how it is now?" I asked him.
"Yes, I do."
"You still want to be part of it? Tonight, next week, next month, forever?"
"YESSSSSS!"
I smiled and rubbed his buzz cut, gave a quick look to Carter. "Good. We want you here with us. We need you here."
His eyes gaped wide and he looked at me with such gratitude, such genuine devotion, it nearly took my breath away.
"From now on we don't have any distance between us," I told him. "No secrets. No doubts. No reservations. No limits. And no clothes."
Brady grinned and quickly shed his shorts and briefs. Carter and I stared at that beautiful long thick cock, the tip wet with precum, stiff as a flagpole and pointing straight up. We slid out of our own shorts and closed in, sandwiching him, rubbing our cocks on his beautiful pale smooth skin. Brady was in heaven. He moaned long and low, his naked body writhing and reeling from the raw sensation of two muscled wrestlers grinding against him from the front and behind.
"Lie still a minute," I ordered him, and Brady eagerly complied. I bent down and took his cock in my mouth, gripped his balls, slid my lips slowly down his shaft from the tip all the way to the root. He tasted so fucking pure. If innocence had a flavor it would be Brady's sweet cock; his whole life had been nothing but wrestling and training and eating clean and building muscle. I don't think he'd ever had an unwholesome thought in his head. I sucked his meat slowly in and out of my mouth, up and down, my tongue grazing lightly over the skin - just a casual warmup, nothing that would make him blow too soon. We had a long way to go.
He was lying still like I'd told him, little whimpering sounds escaping as I sucked and licked, lightly squeezing his balls now and then for emphasis. Carter lay back beside him and watched us, smiling broadly, enjoying the show. He leaned in and kissed Brady and the two began making out. I felt Brady's cock twitch and throb in my mouth, tasted his thick salty precum, realized he was getting impatient. I backed off his meat with one last long lick.
"Roll over," I told him. "All fours."
Once again Brady quickly did as he was told. He broke off his kiss with Carter and raised up on his hands and knees, pushing out that gorgeous muscled ass for me.
His hole was twitching, alternately puckering and then gaping, begging for attention. I licked my finger and teased it; traced small wet circles around it, slipped in and out tickling and probing. Brady rocked gently back and forth humming "Mmmmm" soft and deep, urging me on. I gave his ass cheek a smack and he bucked and giggled, smacked the other cheek for good measure, then I jammed my shaved smooth face into his crack and kissed and licked and lapped that hole like there was no tomorrow.
Brady yelped and moaned loudly as my tongue lit up all his most sensitive spots. I didn't let up for a second. "Oh Coach... oh God, Coach..." he begged over and over again, a holdover from our wrestling camp days... and maybe a longtime secret fantasy too; there aren't many wrestlers out there who haven't spent a few nights jacking off to thoughts of their coaches. Soon enough Carter got into the act, sliding in underneath and sucking Brady's cock while I rimmed his ass. Brady yelped and whimpered wildly. The urgency in his voice was as palpable as his desire; he wanted to cum so badly but wanted even more to keep that feeling going as long as he possibly could.
"Fuck me, Coach! I need your cock inside me! I want you to fuck me so bad!"
I truly loved that young stud, loved wrestling him and rimming him and sucking his cock and fucking him and anything else that put our two bodies together. I was training him to be a wrestler, training him to be a man, which meant I was also training him for sex. I would have loved to be with him every night and every day. But no matter how much we wanted each other it wouldn't be good for anyone if I let him become too attached. I was his mentor, not his lover. It was a very fine line. For the first time I began to realize how tough it must have been for Jase.
I pulled my face out of his ass and gently rubbed his neck.
"How'd you like to try Carter's cock on for size?"
He looked down at the handsome stud who was still deep throating his meat. "Fuck yes!"
My brother poked his head up and grinned. "Roll over!" he commanded. "Get those knees up!"
I snagged the Vaseline and greased Carter's cock, greased Brady's hole as the two of them locked eyes all smiles. Brady grabbed his knees and rocked way back in eager anticipation as Carter moved in, slapped his meat against Brady's crack a few times, then pressed it to Brady's hole and pushed steadily in. My boy bit his lip and shut his eyes tight at first getting used to Carter's thick shank but never winced or cried out. When he opened them again it was with a look of eagerness and wonder. Carter sank his meat all the way in, held it a few moments to be sure Brady was ready, then began pumping slow and steady.
I couldn't get enough of gazing at the two of them. Those two meant more to me than anyone else on earth, and seeing them fuck right in front me was a dream come true - if Jase had walked into the room just then I would've blown my load on the spot. I gripped Brady's hand and watched the way his body responded, his muscles rippling and flexing as Carter's cock drove in and out, sinking into that tight hole all the way to his pubes and then dragging back slick and shiny and smooth. I watched my brother's face as he plunged his meat into my boy, smiling warmly, eyes focused, his whole body tightening and softening in rhythm with his thrusts.
Carter picked up his pace and gave Brady a good railing and the little stud took it like a champ, loving every hard thumping minute. There's no way I could bear to stay on the sidelines. I dove in and took Brady's cock in my mouth, sucking him while Carter fucked him. Brady's moans went into overdrive and he thrashed and jerked and grabbed a handful of my hair and clenched it tight - it felt fucking wonderful. I sucked and licked and sucked him just inches away from his ravaged hole and my brother's pounding cock.
Brady gripped my hair even tighter. His whole body tensed and then quaked, and a huge jolt of hot cream poured down my throat. His load filled my mouth and I gulped it down, spurt after spurt. I could drink that sweet kid's cum for hours on end.
Then it was Carter's turn, ramming his meat in as deep as he could and unleashing his own blast of juice. I knew my brother so well, the way he quivered and jerked when he was cumming, the way he breathed, every little sound he made. I could feel his orgasm right along with him as if I'd been part of it myself.
When Brady and Carter were drained I lay back on the mattress as happy as could be - but not quite done. Instantly Brady jumped on my cock and began licking and nibbling and sucking me. The kid was a madman, working my bone in a feeding frenzy. He was so goddamn wild, so eager, so hungry for my cum that I didn't have a prayer of holding back. I shot my load hard enough to splatter the ceiling, dumped my cream into his mouth until it ran down his chin. Before he could swallow it all I pulled him to me and kissed him, sharing the taste; licked it off his chin and held him in my arms and cuddled him like the good boy he was, Carter sandwiching him from behind and hugging us both.
We huddled together for a while slick with sweat and sharing our body heat, eventually untangled and lay back side by side by side breathing easy and cooling off.
"I can't wait till I have a brother," Brady said. "But how do I find one?"
"You don't," Carter told him. "We'll do that for you."
"You mean I don't get to choose?"
"It's better that way," I said. "It isn't like dating. Your brother is someone you'll be with forever, in wrestling, in life, everything, no matter what. It'd take you forever to find someone like that on your own. You're better off putting your trust in the guys who know the two of you best. Your mentors. Your wrestling family."
"And it works out?"
"Look at the two of us. We never would've found each other on our own. Hell, until they put us together, I didn't even like him."
Brady looked over at Carter and then at me. He thought it over a minute.
"Okay. You guys can choose. But hurry up, all right?"
The season is on! The boys all had a great first showing, they mopped up the competition and busted out of the locker room with bulging cocks itching for more. Our two favorite brothers have a boy now to mentor in wrestling, in life, in love and play, and he'll definitely spice things up as the wrestling season goes on. So, stay tuned! And please after you blow a nice hot load consider making a donation to the site, so my family of wrestlers and all the other smoking hot stories will always have a home!