Christmas break was tournament time and our team was heading to the Midlands Championships once again. We'd all been looking forward to it for weeks. Last year's Midlands was where Carter and I got our first real taste of NCAA-level competition; we faced some tough challenges as redshirts and came home more bonded to each other than ever. This year was our chance to show the whole wrestling world just how far we'd come since then.
We were crackling with excitement on the ride up to Evanston. My brother and I were comfortably mashed together in our seat. We'd long since been accepted as a couple by our teammates, not only our family members but everyone; it was just the way things were.
As usual like all of our road meets we were four to a room at the hotel and Carter and I lobbied hard to share with Travis and Justin. The four of us really were the best of friends. We never felt the least bit shy around each other; we could be our true selves with no worries about making anyone else uncomfortable. Of course with a major tournament kicking off bright and early in the morning none of us had anything on our minds beyond a good night's sleep.
That's what we told ourselves anyway.
We hit the sack early, each pair of brothers climbing under the covers together, Carter and I like bookends tangled up in each other and Travis happily tucked away in his big stud's beefy arms in the bed barely an arm's length away. At first everything was quiet. But as much as we tried to relax, thoughts of the Midlands kept rattling around inside our heads. It's a hell of a thing for a wrestler to calm down, knowing he's just hours away from rolling around on the mat with one lean, muscled jock after another. Launching ourselves into two full days of grueling, all-out hard-dicked competition.
After an hour my heart was still jackhammering away and I could tell Carter wasn't doing any better; his muscles were tight and his breaths were sharp and measured. I whispered into his ear, careful not to disturb the others.
"Hey bud, you still awake?"
"Yeah, I can't seem to wind down."
"Neither can I. Blow jobs?"
Two sets of ears pricked up in the next bed.
"Yep. Good idea."
I pushed the covers off us and crouched down between his legs. His cock was already rock hard by the time I got there. Gently I fondled his balls and cupped them in my hand as I licked his shaft long and slow from base to tip. Carter's whole body quivered and he sighed appreciatively. I glanced to the side - two big smiles and four bright eyes following my every move from the other bed - then took his fat cock head in my lips.
My brother's cock always tasted so fucking sweet; I could suck him for hours and hours and still want more. I slid his meat into my mouth, gliding my tongue along every inch, until my nose was buried in his pubes and his swollen head filled my throat.
I reared back and plunged his meat in again and again, loving the salty drips of precum that flowed more and more freely as I slurped and throated and swallowed him. Carter stroked my head as I worked and gently massaged my shoulders and neck making me feel so damn good I never wanted to quit. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Justin wrap his arms around Travis and squeeze his stiff cock, the big guy cuddling his little buddy like a teddy bear, and it made me feel proud to have them see me sucking my brother and see Carter loving me back.
It wasn't long before his cock began to twitch and his precum oozed out in a thick stream. I jammed his meat in deep and squeezed both his ass cheeks at once and he gripped my head desperately. One more good hard push and his cum burst out like a gusher. It flooded my mouth, spilled down my throat and I lapped and swallowed it eagerly as his body quivered and jerked and his big cock throbbed and jolted out spurt after spurt. He was always a big shooter and holy fuck it made me feel great that I could draw such a huge load out of him. I drank it and drank it until he was drained, still twitching and quaking and gulping for air.
As soon as I'd slurped down the last drop he attacked me, bowled me over and dove down on my cock like a starving man. He slipped my stiff rod into his mouth and I was in heaven. Carter knew just how to play me. He tugged on my ball sack, tickled the base of my cock with his tongue, pulled back and savored the head with full eager lips. Each downstroke was a rush of pleasure engulfing my shaft as he licked and sucked and stroked me so fucking thoroughly I could feel it tingling in my toes. With the creamy taste of his cum still coating my mouth it didn't take long at all before I was ready to blow.
He brought me to the edge and I jumped off willingly, unleashed myself and blasted a good hard spurt into his mouth, and another and another and another. I could feel all the tension in my body melt away as he sucked and swallowed my load; god damn he was good. I don't know how I'd ever lived without him. I rubbed his head gratefully and he nuzzled my hand, looked up into my eyes with my cock still deep in his mouth and gave me the most adorable smile, a fat drop of cum rolling down to his chin.
We stretched out together and spooned, Carter wrapping his arms around me from behind; the stud was so fucking romantic. And just as soon as we were settled things began to heat up on the other bed. Our buddies maneuvered into a 69, Travis opened wide to take in Justin's enormous shank and the big guy swallowed his brother's long thick cock, oversized for Travis's little frame. We drifted off to sleep to the sight of those two sucking each other. With my brother holding me close and our buddies feeding one another on the next bed I was completely at peace.
In the morning we rolled out full of energy, itching for action and practically bouncing off the walls. The team gathered and the bus took us over to the arena with everyone anxiously rocking in their seats. The scene in the locker room was crazy, with hundreds of guys stripped down to their compression shorts - or less - lined up at the scales for the weigh-ins.
Making weight was such a huge part of being a wrestler, and putting ourselves on display at the weigh-ins was every bit as important. It was almost like the first round of competition. We shed our gear and joined the crowd of perfectly toned, muscled bodies - our family all going stark naked of course - showing off pecs, delts, triceps with steel-eyed stares and flexed jaws, all jockeying for an intimidation factor that might give a little extra advantage. The guys who stepped up bare ass to the scales were flaunting their sculpted cheeks and dangling cocks proudly, daring anyone to match them. The testosterone was so thick in the air it practically dripped from the ceiling.
My own meat was hanging plump and thick when my turn came. I weighed in at 165 on the nose and stepped off casually to suit up and rejoin my brothers. There wasn't any need for posturing. For us the tournament would be decided on the mats.
The first day of competition was a blur. From the moment we arrived it seemed like every single minute I was warming up for the next match, cooling down from the last, or grinding it out on the mat - with a little rehydrating in between. The whole day was muscle against muscle, bodies mashed together struggling for dominance, sweating and grunting and hands all over each other and arms and legs tangling and straining and wrangling for control. Wrestler heaven.
Jase was on the sidelines for me every single match, coaching me, guiding me through. His voice was always there for me and I homed in on it and trusted in my training and executed all his instructions the best I could. The moves we'd drilled so many times together flowed through me like my own life's blood. Granby roll, cross-face, bow-and-arrow, high crotch, double grapevine. Offense, defense, counter, reshot, sprawl. All played out in a never-ending mashup of smooth sweaty flesh, musky crotches, ripe sour armpits, pecs and abs and stiff bulging meat and ass cheeks shrinkwrapped in skin tight Lycra singlets.
I won my first three matches and headed into the quarterfinals, facing off against Noah Baumer from Indiana - a family member, trained by Jase's mentor Pete. Last winter we'd had an oil match in Duncan's basement; I came out on top and finished off by riding his cock. We grinned at each other as we met at center, shook hands and got set in our stances. The whistle blew and it was on.
The first period was all head-hands bullshit, and trying to work the angles to no avail. We were both so fucking gassed from our first three matches of the day. Noah scored a quick escape to begin the second and from there it was shoot, scramble, no control, stalemate, reset, start over. And then the fucking third. I couldn't get out of his grasp to save my life. Finally his arms gave out and I managed a sit-out, collected my escape point but it was too little, too late. He had me on riding time. A one-point, no-offense match. Time ran out and we tottered to our feet and hugged, stiff cocks grinding together one last time. We wished each other the best in the next day's matches and hobbled back to our coaches.
"You did great today," Jase told me, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm proud of you." Those words meant more to me than anything in the world.
The rest of our family had nothing to be ashamed of either. Carter and Justin were still in the winners' bracket; those guys were my fucking heroes. Greg had been sent down to the loser's bracket like me but was still alive and ready to battle it out tomorrow. Travis and Ben each had an unlucky draw and went up against some blue chips studs from the get-go; they'd been sent down in the very first round but at least they'd managed to win a couple before ending the day with a second loss and dropping out. They'd wrestled well. We were proud to call them our brothers.
It was after our dinner with the team, back in the room winding down the day, Carter and Travis and Justin and me all lounging together in our underwear when someone knocked on our door. I swung it open and there was Noah and a young little 125 pounder. Behind them, Jase and his old mentor Pete with shit-eating grins on their faces.
"The coaches thought maybe you guys would like to switch up the sleeping arrangements for tonight," Noah told me. "For, y'know, family relations. My brother Dave's back in our room. Carter remembers him, right?"
"Yeah definitely. I'm sure he'd love to catch up."
"My boy Aiden here seems like he'd make a good buddy for Travis. And Dave's boy Troy," pointing at Justin, "is just about his size. They're only redshirts, brand new to the program, but they're good on the mat."
I grinned back at him. "Sounds great. C'mon in."
My buddies broke out in big smiles when I explained the situation. Carter and Justin climbed into their shorts and T-shirts, slipped their shoes on and followed Jase and Pete down the hall to meet up with their playmates. I led Noah to my bed and we stretched out together; he peeled off his shirt and I draped my arm around his shoulders. Aiden stepped over to Travis's bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress, clearly impressed with his looks but eyeing him kind of shyly, unsure of what to do next.
"Hey," Aiden said to him, almost choking on the word.
Travis gave him a warm-hearted look. "Don't worry bud, you're safe here. We're all wrestlers. We're family. You can relax and be yourself around us."
"Show him what you're made of," Noah coaxed.
Aiden grinned back, kicked off his shoes and shed his shirt and shorts, eager to obey his mentor. He slid up next to Travis and without so much as another word the two began making out. Those lightweight bodies looked great together, pale smooth skins stretched over tight lean muscles, small hard nipples poking out from chiseled pecs. In no time they were both wriggling out of their briefs and grinding on each other, rigid cocks swordfighting and ass cheeks flexing as they play-wrestled and made out together.
Noah and I instinctively reached into each other's briefs, grabbed each other's cocks and stroked as we watched them. It was always great to see a pair of hyped up wrestlers at play. When Aiden went down on Travis's cock my buddy began jacking me harder. I figured the two boys could handle things on their own, turned to Noah, wrapped my arms around him and mashed my lips against his.
My muscles still remembered the feeling of his body locked up with mine on the mat just a couple short hours before. It was almost as if the match had never ended but simply moved on to the next level - our sexual encounter in a public arena giving way to a more private and unstructured session in bed.
We teased each other, squeezing ass cheeks and rubbing cocks through the soft cotton of our briefs, mouthing each other's bulges, slipping fingers into waistbands, poking tongues into leg holes. I loved underwear play; it always made me feel daring and heightened the excitement of what was to come. Soon enough we were peeling each other bare, our hands roaming all over newfound flesh, fingers tickling ball sacks and stroking shafts, sliding along ass cracks and probing holes. I nibbled Noah's ear, licked and kissed his neck and he moaned eagerly and pinched my nipples and rubbed his sweaty palm over my sensitive cock head making me gasp from the suddenly intense, almost painful pleasure.
"What do you want?" I whispered to him.
"You know the rules," he growled. "Winner takes cock."
That made me bust out a big grin. It was a line from Jase's playbook, probably passed down from Pete - who also gave it to Noah. One of those cherished family traditions, no doubt. It was my turn to get even for our afternoon match.
I flipped him over on the mattress and jammed my face between his cheeks. He grunted and yelped as my tongue attacked his hole and my scruffy jaw prickled against his most sensitive flesh. I jammed in even deeper and Noah tensed, clenched the pillow in both hands and bit down on it. I could hear him whimper as I went on licking and lapping at him until finally he turned back to me and pleaded, "God damn it! Fuck me! Get that fuckin' dick inside me!"
No way I could argue with that, and luckily the Vaseline was never too far out of reach. I greased my cock, smeared a big gob onto his hole and spread it all the way around the rim, inside and out. His ass was gaping, begging to be fucked. I gently lifted his hips and he raised up on all fours and arched his back, knees wide and ass out, inviting me in.
I squeezed his ass cheeks, spread them wide for a better look - he was ripe and more than ready. Slapped his hole with my cock a couple times just to tease him a little bit more and he grunted yearningly. I pressed my cock head to his hole and it slid in easily, almost like he wanted it so bad he was sucking me in. He moaned contentedly as I sank my meat into him until my hips rested flush against his ass cheeks.
Slowly I began pumping in and out, letting him feel the full extent of my cock. Noah moaned louder and urged me on, begging me to go faster, harder, deeper. His ass was amazing; the kid had muscular control like I'd never heard of before. With every thrust his hole was grabbing me, squeezing, massaging, manhandling my shaft as if he was jacking me with his fist. It felt fucking wonderful. I stepped up the pace and began pounding him, slamming in hard and then dragging back nice and slow to let both of us relish every twitch and grind of his sphincter.
I reached around his hips and began jacking his cock as I fucked him, my hand still slick with grease. He yelped wildly as I teased and tortured his raw head, slid my hand up and down the length of his shaft. As I banged and railed that beautiful ass his whole body erupted in shudders and a thick flow of precum ran over my fingers. His meat was throbbing solidly in my hand, on the brink of release. I dug in with my toes and threw myself into him once more and he cried out loudly and blew out a big blast of cream that laid a stripe across the mattress all the way up to the pillow.
His ass clenched on my cock and then burst into a flurry of quivers as he spurted again and again, much too much for my meat to withstand. I felt my balls draw up tight, for an endless moment I hung taut and breathless on the edge, and then I gushed my load into him with a groan from deep in my gut, one surge of hot cum after another pumping into that gorgeous stud's body emptying all my tension and frustration and doubts, leaving me only with good warm feelings of incredible satisfaction and bonding. Holy fuck, our mentors sure knew what they were doing.
We collapsed together on the sticky wet mattress, wrapped our arms around each other and cuddled and kissed. Noah smiled at me so fucking sweetly; we had nothing but love and respect for each other. I wished I could do that with every single guy I wrestled. After a few moments of reveling in each other we turned to the other bed where Travis and Aiden had already finished and were tangled up all cozy watching us with eager eyes.
"Why don't you sleep with your boy," I said to Noah, "and I'll take care of my buddy."
He nodded. "That'd be perfect."
Noah climbed out of my bed and moved in with Aiden, and Travis squeezed in with me. He was all giggles as I wrapped my arms around and spooned with him, holding his small tight frame against mine, one arm across his chest and the other fondling his cock and balls. I kissed the back of his neck and he turned and made out with me gentle and slow as our bodies blended together and we dropped off to sleep completely relaxed.
There isn't that much more to say about the tournament. I finished seventh in my weight class, only one better than last year but at least I ended it on a win - not bad at all for my first year of eligibility. Carter finished fifth, and Justin fourth in his; those two definitely made a splash. Greg just missed the top eight. At the end of the day we piled back onto the bus for the ride back to campus, my brother and I tucked into a seat together arms around each other's shoulders as always, tired and sore and feeling great.
"How was yours?" Carter asked me.
"My bracket?"
He snickered. "No, dummy. Last night."
"Ah. Noah was great. Like a brother, like all the guys in our family. How about you and Dave?"
"Same. Really felt kind of special, y'know?"
"We're so fucking lucky to be part of this."
He gave me a sly look. "I was kinda wondering how you'd handle it. You aren't always the best at taking a loss."
"Me?" I tightened my grip on him into a headlock. "I lost to him on the mat. I was a fuckin' gold medal champ on the mattress."
Wow, has it really been a whole year since we sent those guys to their first Midlands? They've definitely grown a lot since then; they've learned to compete at the NCAA level and are heading into the meaty part of the season - in more ways than one. 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!