I needed to be a better mentor.
Between my meet schedule and training schedule and Brady's own meets and training, we'd hardly had a chance to be together. We texted a lot, nearly every night, but only a couple lines. Neither of us had much time or energy left over for typing on a phone. It just didn't compare to being together, feeling our smooth muscled bodies rubbing against each other. Of course I had Carter at hand to satisfy all my needs but it made me feel bad that Brady didn't have anyone, and had to take care of his stiff aching beautiful cock every night on his own.
I went online and studied his schedule, found a night in mid-December when his team had a meet and Carter and I were free. We rolled over to his high school and grabbed a choice spot in the bleachers. If the night was going to end with sex that'd be great but it wasn't near enough. First I needed to see the kid wrestle.
We sat through the lower weight class matches with the little guys bouncing around the mat like chipmunks on speed. By middleweight the guys were beginning to show some good strength and impressive bodies. Then they called the match at 160 and Brady bounded up to center. I'd never seen him wearing a singlet before. He looked so fucking sleek and ripped, every one of his muscles standing out in bold detail. With headgear and mouthpiece in place and a fresh clean buzzcut up top he was the very image of a hardcore wrestling stud. I gripped Carter's hand. Instantly my cock sprung up as hard as a rock.
"Your boy's looking good," Carter said.
"Fuck yeah he is," I hissed.
Brady's opponent must have been the star of the other team, based on how his teammates and fans were yelling when he stepped up to the mat. He was in damn good shape and moved in a way that told me he knew what he was doing, every slight little motion showing his sense of balance, his athleticism, his intensely aggressive nature. I would have loved to get down there and go a couple rounds with him myself. Or even better, some freeform playtime at Duncan's place, with nothing between us but oil...
The ref blew the whistle and it was on.
The guy quickly lunged in trying for an easy ankle pick but Brady held him off and countered with his own shot. He snagged a high double-leg but the guy sprawled, Brady transitioned to a single, stepped in and drove his head into the guy's chest and dumped him on the mat for a takedown. Carter and I were on the edges of our seats cheering and yelling like crazy. Brady got a leg in and was riding the guy hard, broke him down and mashed his face into the mat. I couldn't help myself, I kept shouting out directions for him to get the leverage for a turn. At the end of the period he was still on top, rode out his man and kept his two-point lead but couldn't work him into position for a pin. Just watching those two muscled bodies grinding on each other - and my boy dominating his man - had me revved up and twitching with excitement.
Brady began the second period in the down position. He pulled off a quick escape but got a little cocky, left himself open and the guy jumped on the opportunity and threw him for two, had him on his back for a panicked half second before my boy scrambled out and bagged another escape point.
"He needs some oil training," Carter said to me.
I nodded. "Yep. But we can't bring a high schooler to Duncan's."
"They brought Justin in."
"Different situation. He was nineteen. He'd already signed his letter. And he was a beast."
From that point on it was all Brady. He didn't give the guy an inch. The rest of the period was a takedown clinic, Brady slamming his guy to the mat and cutting him loose just to slam him down again. By the beginning of the third the guy was worn out, completely gassed. Brady took him down once more and this time got the turn, racked up four near fall points but couldn't quite finish, cut him and took him down and turned him again. He got the tech fall just as the clock was ticking toward zero; the ref raised his hand and he flashed a double-biceps to the crowd, dripping sweat, panting and grinning. I was so damn proud of him, and so goddamn aroused.
As he plodded off the mat and rejoined his teammates I couldn't hold back, I had to give him a shout.
"Brady!"
He perked up instantly, looked up into the bleachers and broke into a big smile. I stepped down to the gym floor and he trotted over.
"I heard you during the match, yelling out to me."
"You're supposed to listen to your coach," I told him. "Not the crowd."
"You are my coach. You're my mentor."
Brady asked me to wait a minute and jogged over to one of the assistants. He strutted back all smiles.
"I told him I can't wait, I need to hit the showers. He said go ahead. Let's go."
He led Carter and me out of the gym and into the locker room, his stiff cock straining against his singlet. My own meat was rock solid too and got even harder when I felt his body heat near me, the rank, sour smell of his sweat curling into my nostrils. He kicked off his wrestling shoes and peeled down his singlet, peeled off the compression shorts he wore underneath, and stood grinning at both of us stark naked, shaved smooth and looking like a young, fully boned Greek god.
"C'mon," he said, "get those clothes off and get in the shower with me. Carter, you too."
Carter smiled. "You boys can handle this one. I'll stay out here and keep watch."
I quickly shed my clothes and showed off my own rigid meat, giving my boy a good look and a wide grin. He reached over, grabbed my cock and stroked it gently and I returned the favor, squeezed his dick and leaned in and kissed him. God, that tongue was so sweet. Our arms slipped around each other's waists and we strutted into the shower room, our smooth bodies rubbing casually against each other feeling absolutely perfect, like his muscles and mine were made to be together.
We turned on two showerheads side by side, let them drench us full blast and rinse off our bodies, then stepped beneath one together and wrapped our arms around each other. We kissed long and deep, Brady rocking his hips back and forth to grind his rigid cock against mine, quads flush against one another, squeezing each other so fucking tight I didn't know if my arms or my ribs would give out first. I felt his hard nipples poking into me and mine brushing teasingly over his skin. His eager body twitched and jerked with every new touch. There was nothing in the world like having a boy of my own.
"Coach," he breathed, "I missed you so fucking much."
"I missed you too. But we both have our jobs to do. Wrestling always comes first. Train hard, win your matches, and next fall we'll be on the same team."
"Fuck yeah!"
I grabbed the bar of soap and started rubbing it over his wet body.
Brady grunted approvingly as my soapy hands glided over his muscles, felt his arms, his beefy pecs, the ripples of his abs. He took the soap from me and slid it across my chest, spread the suds over my lats, down my spine to the crack of my ass. I stepped in close again and grazed my slick chest against his. His eyes closed and he let out a sharp, deep breath as my fingers slid around his ass cheek and found their way to his hole.
"Coach, I need it now... I want it so bad..."
It might've been nice to hear him beg but my cock just couldn't wait. I turned him around to face the wall, pressed my pecs to his shoulder blades, laid my stiff rod right along his crack. He moaned to me longingly as I slid it up and down between his cheeks, rubbing against his hole, his legs spreading wider and wider with every stroke. I reached around and gripped his cock, jacking it slowly as my cock head found that perfect spot and pressed in slowly, spreading that tight shaved hole. Brady hugged the wall, rested his pecs and his face on the tile, purring softly, "Yeah Coach... fuck yeah... I need that fuckin' cock inside me..."
A tiny noise behind us and I glanced back toward the doorway. Carter was there, keeping watch as he said. He grinned and I nodded back.
I loved the way Brady's ass gripped my meat. His cheeks were so muscular, his hole so tight but so giving. I slid in an inch and he twitched and his sphincter grabbed me and squeezed, massaged my cock like a fist. Another inch and he twitched again and again, all the way until I was buried inside him. I left it in balls deep a moment to get him used to the feeling, letting him enjoy the sensation of being filled with my cock, giving him a moment to prepare for the fucking that was to come.
"You like being my boy, don't you?" I ran my hand over his abs as the other stroked his shaft.
"Yessss," he hissed. "I love it. Your cock belongs inside me."
I kissed his shoulder, the back of his neck, and he turned his head and made out with me as I slowly began pumping him in and out.
"Unnnhhh... yeah... oh yeahhh, fuck me Coach!"
I loved when he called me that; it made everything so goddamn special. I worked my cock in long and deep, pulled back and plunged in again as that fresh young ass squeezed and massaged me like a boa constrictor. It was beautiful; it was heaven for both of us, Brady panting and moaning and writhing, me driving in deep and wet and holding that gorgeous muscular body in my arms. I thrust in harder feeling the way he responded, needing it, loving it, taking it like a champ. His whole body twitching and jerking as my thick cock slid in and out through that snug hole. My body against his, flesh on flesh, and a stream of hot water flowing over us both. I nibbled his delt, his traps, his neck, licked and gnawed on his ear.
Poor Brady hadn't been fucked in a month; I knew he wouldn't last much longer. He was straining to keep from blowing his load, shaking and quivering all over. His moans were peppered with sharp desperate yelps. The precum flowed out of his cock and over my hand thick and warm in a steady stream.
"You're such a fuckin' stud," I whispered to him, jacking him hard. "You're my boy. You're a goddamn stud wrestler."
His muscles all stiffened at once and for an endless moment he hung on the brink. Then suddenly he cut loose and blasted, his cock exploding, a thick shot of cum splattering onto the tile wall. I felt his hole twitch and pucker and spasm on my meat and my balls tightened up and I blew out a good long load, spurting deep up into his guts again and again as he spewed his cream all over the wall and sent it swirling down the drain. He whimpered as I wrapped him in my arms and squeezed. Whimpered even more as I pulled out of him and turned him around, and he buried his face in my shoulder and neck as I held him close and gently stroked his head.
"Coach..." he gasped.
"I know, Brady. You're my boy."
It felt so fucking good to say those words. I glanced over at Carter grinning at us from the doorway and suddenly I understood everything, I knew what our family was really about. Everyone needs to be somebody's boy. Everyone needs a boy to mentor. And everyone needs a brother to love. Carter, Jase and Brady were the three most important people in my life. They were everything to me. They made me complete. I'd be bonded to them forever; I'd fucking die before I ever let any one of them down.
On the drive back to campus Carter kept looking over at me and grinning.
"So how does it feel to be a mentor?"
"Oh man..." I grabbed his hand and squeezed. "It's the best. You saw the kid wrestle. He has such potential. Helping him along, watching him improve, being a part of that... it's unreal. So fucking satisfying."
"And he's not bad in the showers either, huh?"
I laughed. "I just about died afterward when he introduced me to his dad."
"Sir, your son's a fine wrestler, I hope he'll be joining us next fall..." mocking the way I'd tried to play it straight.
"And all the time I'm wondering if he could tell I had my cock in his son's ass ten minutes before."
Carter shrugged. "His dad looked like he'd wrestled himself back in the day. He got his son into it. He should've known what to expect."
"I know. Still, it was kinda tough to keep a straight face when I looked him in the eye. Wait till you have a boy. You'll see."
"Like that's gonna happen any time soon."
I snorted. "Better start shopping around. Come next fall, Brady's gonna need a brother."
The next night Carter and I were in our dorm room crammed into the bottom bunk naked as usual, just lounging together capping off the day. There was a knock at the door.
"Come on in," Carter called out. We never bothered locking the door when we were home; we weren't exactly shy and nobody in his right mind would go busting in on a pair of amped up wrestlers. The door swung open and Brady stepped into the room.
"Brady!" I called out. "What are you doing here?"
"I was thinking about you guys. I really wanted to see you again."
I frowned. "It's kinda late. You're in training. You need your sleep."
"Yeah but we don't have a meet for another three days. I thought - "
"That doesn't make a difference. You need your sleep every night. You're a wrestler. Nothing's more important than conditioning. You should know that by now."
"Yeah. But - "
And besides, I'm your mentor. You're my boy. I decide when we get together. Not you."
"Yes Coach." He stared down at the floor, embarrassed. "You want me to go?"
I smiled. "No. Get your ass over here."
He looked up with a grin and bounded toward the bunk beds.
"Aren't ya gonna close the door?" Carter warned.
Brady stopped short. "Well... I like it when it's kinda risky."
I chuckled. "Yeah, I got that idea when you dragged me into the boys' locker room at your high school in the middle of a meet. And the locker room at summer wrestling camp..."
"I think a seventeen-year-old in bed with two scholarship wrestlers in a college dorm is risky enough," Carter told him. "Even with the door closed."
"Yeah. I guess so." He pushed the door shut and peeled off his clothes, strutted that gorgeous naked body over to us and climbed in.
That bunk was crowded enough with just two of us; I didn't know how we'd manage a third - but God, it was wonderful. Brady wriggled in between us, we sandwiched him and instantly became a tangle of arms and legs and muscle on muscle, hands groping, mouths and tongues roaming everywhere, stiff cocks prodding and grinding. Carter and I were so comfortable together we adjusted to each other's moves without thinking, and Brady was such an eager pup he'd happily fit into whatever space we gave him. It was fucking heaven, being all squashed up together with my brother and my boy.
I gave a look to Carter and we repositioned; he moved to the head of the bed and sat with his back to the wall while I crawled off to the opposite end leaving Brady in the middle between us.
"Suck that cock," I ordered, and Brady rolled onto all fours and buried his face in Carter's crotch. He took my brother's thick shaft in his lips, slid it into his mouth as deep as he could and started bobbing slowly up and down with Carter stroking his head and grunting appreciatively.
"Good boy," I told him.
And that left me with a world class view of that young stud's beautiful shaved smooth ass. His knees spread wide, round muscled cheeks parted, his tight clean hole gaping open for me twitching and quivering, inviting me in. My cock ached at the sight of it and oozed a nice fat glob of precum. But as much as I wanted to fuck him, there's no way I could do it without getting a taste of it first.
I dove in and attacked that hole, both hands gripping Brady's big muscular quads, my face jammed between his cheeks. He jumped and jerked as I licked him, still dutifully working Carter's cock without skipping a single beat. My tongue slipped in and drove him wild, torturing, tormenting him with unrelenting pleasure. There wasn't an ass in the world I loved to eat as much as my boy's. It was so sweet, so fresh, so pure. And up to now in his wholesome young life it'd been mine and mine alone.
Brady yelped and whimpered anxiously as I reached around to stroke his cock and tickle his balls. My tongue sought out his most tender and sensitive spots and teased them mercilessly. Soon my fingers were swamped in a warm sticky flow of his precum and his meat was rigid and swollen to the limit. It was time to give the boy what he deserved.
"Roll over," I growled. "On your back."
He slid Carter's cock out of his mouth and quickly complied, looked up at me curiously as I grabbed the jar of Vaseline and smeared some on his rod, greased my hole, gave my brother a smile and a nod.
I straddled Brady's hips and Carter straddled his face. I squatted on his rigid cock as Carter bent his own cock down to my boy's mouth. And just as Brady swallowed my brother's meat I hunched down and slid that thick young cock inside me.
I rocked my hips back and forth riding him for all I was worth while Carter plowed into his throat. Brady loved the double-teaming; he squirmed and bucked, thrust up to bang my ass and gobbled Carter's cock greedily. I grabbed his hand and held on tight while he jacked me with the other, hooked Carter's neck and pulled him close and we made out ravenously over Brady's gorgeous body.
There was no way any of us could keep that energy going for long. It was too goddamn sexual, way too fucking hot. Our bodies meshed in perfect rhythm, each one driving the other closer and closer to the edge with every stroke.
My boy was the first to blow his load. I felt him gushing into me, his thick hot cream flooding into my guts. He jacked me furiously as he twitched and jerked in orgasm and I blasted a good long spurt all over his abs, his chest, and Carter's chest too. My brother wasn't left hanging for long; he let himself loose and poured a fountain of cream down Brady's throat. We all three blew our loads out together, spurting and splattering our juices inside and all over each other until our balls were drained and our bodies were slathered in cum.
We collapsed in a big pile on the bed, holding and kissing each other and licking each other clean. At long last we calmed down, stretched out side by side by side and snuggled together. I stroked my boy's head and kissed his cheek.
"I'm glad you came over tonight," I told him.
He gazed into my eyes eagerly. "So, tomorrow...?"
"No! You're a wrestler! You need your sleep! And so do we!"
"I don't need all that much," Carter said with a devious smile.
I glared at him. "Don't you start. This is my boy, not yours. I'm his mentor. I'm the one who decides for him. I'm the one who tells him what's right and what's wrong."
Brady laid his head on my chest and smiled dreamily. "Okay Coach. Whatever you say."
Yeah Brady's back to stay. He's not an official part of the family yet but the guys have adopted him just the same, and with all that adrenalin and testosterone flowing things are bound to heat up one way or the other. 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!