At Home Depot you could buy a six-foot-wide roll of foam carpet padding for about a hundred bucks. That sounded like a bargain to Carter and me. We drove over and picked out a nice spongy one, wrangled it into the back of his SUV and carted it home.
With a little furniture rearrangement we cleared a space about nine by nine in our dorm room. We carefully cut a six-by-nine length and then a three-by-nine and laid them out side by side. I held the two pieces flush against each other while my brother duct taped them together and then taped the whole pad to the floor all around the edges. Then another two pieces laid out on top, just the same but with the seam going crosswise. We inspected our work, tested it for springiness and durability, stretched out on it together.
"How thick is it now?" he asked me.
"About an inch."
"Think we need another layer?"
"Yeah, I think one more."
So, once again we carefully cut two more pieces and duct taped them down, then sat there grinning at each other like idiots. Our dorm room was now a wrestling venue.
"All we need is some olive oil," I told him.
He snickered, opened his desk drawer and pulled out a brand new bottle. "Got you covered, stud. I plan ahead."
We traded one more look and scrambled out of our clothes, then cracked that bottle open and began rubbing each other down. I couldn't count the number of times we'd done it over at Duncan's the past fourteen months but somehow right here in our own room it seemed so much more intimate, very romantic in its own way, and exciting as all hell. I smoothed that slippery oil over his body feeling every contour, every sculpted muscle just as his strong hands roamed over mine. My cock was stiff and aching by the time we were ready to begin. From the looks of it Carter was obviously feeling the same.
We launched into each other and started grappling. The sounds of our slick muscles squishing and slapping against each other filled the room as we each struggled hard to establish control. It was such a fucking pleasure. As wrestlers we lived to rumble and clash with each other, to feel our muscled bodies rolling around together. His arms around me, our legs tangling, hard cocks dueling, both of us wriggling free and attacking all over again right there in our own dorm room was the best goddamn feeling on earth. Quickly we learned to respect the limits of our little mat, giggling like maniacs as we cracked our heads on the floor, the wall, our desks before figuring out how to keep ourselves from straying out of bounds.
Eventually I managed to gain the advantage. I wore my brother down, using those few extra pounds of muscle mass to tip the scales in my favor until finally I had him wrapped up and broken down flat. The match and Carter's body were all mine. If he was earnest enough he probably could have busted loose but with this being the very first trial of our new mat and both our cocks dripping like leaky faucets we were more than eager to call it good and take things to the next level.
I gripped him tightly, leaned in with my pecs on his shoulder blades and tenderly kissed the back of his neck, playful and teasing. He grunted appreciatively and flexed his body beneath me, stretching those smooth gorgeous muscles against mine. I nibbled his ear and wriggled my hips until my stiff meat lay right along his crack, sinking it between his cheeks and insistently grinding.
Slowly I rolled us onto our sides, my arms tight across his chest holding him close against me. I leaned in over his shoulder and he turned his head to meet me and we kissed, mashing our lips together, tongues prodding and wrestling with one another. I loved spooning with my brother so fucking much. It gave us a sense of togetherness more intense than anything else, like we were truly bonded, sharing the same skin. I slid my cock along his crack with long smooth strokes loving the way that olive oil made my stiff meat glide between those beautiful muscled cheeks.
He raised his leg to invite me in and I hooked his knee with my elbow and pulled it up to his ribs, pressing my pecs to his shoulder blades even harder. We made out fiercely as my cock head found its way to his hole, pushed in, opened his sphincter. He grunted eagerly as inch after inch of my shaft plunged into him strong and steady. We knew each other so well. His hole fit my cock like a glove; every time we were together I could feel exactly how I needed to enter him, how hard, how fast, how deep. His quick short breaths and whimpers and yelps told me just when I hit the right spots. I gripped him with all my strength and pumped in and out slow and steady, felt him shiver and quake and gasp. Holy fuck, I loved being able to give him that.
Soon I was plowing into him with all my heart, the two of us banging like only true brothers could. I was moaning like crazy, gnawing his ear and nuzzling his neck and Carter was grunting and bucking and trembling in my arms. Every thrust was pure fucking heaven, his tight hole shrinkwrapped to my meat, his insides so warm and velvet smooth. He jerked, then broke my hold on him and rolled me onto my back, straddled me and began riding my cock like a rodeo champ.
At first I just lay back and relaxed as he wildly bounced on my meat. He knew just what he wanted, driving my shaft deep inside him, taking it at his own speed. The sight of that gorgeous ripped stud joyfully grinding on my cock always took my breath away. As he gradually slowed down and settled into a lazy rhythm I joined in the action, gripping his cock and jacking him, pumping my hips to the beat and giving him a good solid bang as he mashed that perfect ass down on me.
Our eyes met and locked in on each other, just as we always did when we were ready to blow. We loved seeing the looks on each other's faces as we shot our loads. I could feel the way his ball sack drew up tight and his cock head swelled even bigger, the way his body tensed as he hung on the edge. Carter sucked in a sharp breath and then gushed a flood of cum that splashed warm and wet across my torso. He spewed like a fountain, hot thick cream dousing my abs and pecs and chin, his hole tightening and clenching on my meat as he spurted. By the third or fourth spasm I couldn't hold back; I erupted deep inside him drenching his guts with a load that wouldn't quit pouring out until my balls were completely drained.
He looked me over and grinned, wiped his cum off my chin and fed it to me and I eagerly sucked it off his fingers. I pulled him down on top of me and we squirmed and wriggled in each other's arms, giggling as we smeared his cum between us all over our chests and abs. Finally we just lay there panting and sweating and kissing deeply, feeling just as incredibly satisfied as we did every single night we were together. How the fuck lucky can a guy be to have his best buddy and absolute dream stud right there beside him to be his true brother and wrestling partner and love of his life forever?
"Mop?" he asked me.
"Janitor's closet. Down the hall."
His eyes rolled. "Ah fuck. Great."
"It's okay, I'll go." I rolled off the mat, stood up and started for the door.
"Like that? Stark naked? Covered with oil and cum?"
I shrugged. "Don't wanna get my shorts all soggy."
"What the hell are the guys down the hall gonna think?"
"Fuck em. Let em get their own olive oil."
The word of our little wrestling pit quickly spread to the rest of the guys. Travis and Justin came over to have a look and it was all we could do to keep them from stripping down and trying it out for themselves. The way their eyes lit up when they saw it made us shake our heads and grin. A true wrestler can't even look at a mat without feeling the urge to square off with a buddy and roll around.
"Come on," Justin taunted us. "You can't hog it all to yourselves!"
"You can have the padding we didn't use. There's enough left over for one layer."
"One? That won't give us much cushion. It'll be hard as a rock!"
Carter laughed. "What'sa matter, stud? I thought you were a tough guy!"
"We're saving it for something special," I told him. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance. But not yet."
Greg and Ben came by too, just to take a look. They complimented us on our ingenuity and workmanship, and went away laughing -- and holding each other extra close.
Eventually the word got around to Jase. He stopped by after practice one day and looked it over, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Why?" he asked me. "You're in the wrestling room every day, we have Duncan's in the evenings, what do you need this for? You guys wrestle in your sleep too?"
"It's for something special," I told him.
There was no chance in hell he wouldn't get suspicious at that answer. He peered at me with narrowed eyes. "Who are we talking about?"
"Brady. I'm his mentor, I should be training him. But he can't work out with us in the wrestling room because he's still in high school. And I can't bring him to Duncan's because he's not officially part of the family yet. We need a place to wrestle." I plopped down on my bunk as if to tell him the matter was settled.
Jase's eyes rolled. "He's not part of the family yet because he's not part of our team. You don't even know if he's coming to school here next fall."
"They're gonna offer him a scholarship, right? They'd be stupid not to. You've seen him wrestle."
"Okay, we probably will. He's on the short list, and yeah, I'm pushing for him. But what if he gets an offer from Penn State or Iowa? You think he'll pass that up?"
"He will. He wants to come here more than anything. I'm his mentor. He's my boy. We love each other. You don't know how it feels."
Jase sat down beside me and draped his arm around my shoulders. "I do. I have a boy too, remember?"
I turned to him and looked into his eyes. Instantly I knew he really did get it, he'd felt exactly the same way while he was mentoring me. He always played the hard ass, never showed a bit of weakness, but I could see all over his face that the whole time he'd been just as lovestruck as I was. In that moment I suddenly understood so much more about being a mentor. The very thought of it made my cock stiffen in my shorts.
"That first night you took me to Duncan's," I said, "you told me you'd be my coach, my dad, my drill instructor, my older brother. I remember every word."
He smiled at me, pulled me closer, reached down and grabbed my cock and began stroking. "That's right."
"Well, that's what I want to be for Brady. It's what he needs, just as badly as I did, only I didn't know it yet and he already does. I can't leave him hanging. He's my boy."
"He's still in high school. You can't keep bringing him here. If you two get caught -- "
"But that's the point, that's what I told you, this is for something special. Brady turns eighteen this weekend. He'll be a full grown adult. We can do what we want."
Jase softened, leaned in and kissed my neck in a way that made me tingle. "Okay stud. I won't stop you. Go ahead and be his mentor."
"Jase -- " I slid my hand into his T-shirt, ran it over his pecs and abs. "I love you."
He wrapped his arm around me tight, slipped his hand into my shorts and gripped my bare cock. "That's my good boy."
Brady had a meet on Saturday afternoon and we had ours in the evening. I wished I could be there to watch him wrestle but I couldn't risk losing focus on my own match. And of course Brady had to skip ours for his birthday celebration with the family, cake and candles and all that crap. He tried to tell his mom wrestlers don't eat cake but couldn't get away without at least forcing down a couple bites. I could picture just how exasperated he was... once the ref had raised my hand in victory and I could think about the regular world again.
Late that night after all the obligatory shit was out of the way he showed up at my dorm room just as we'd planned.
I'd been teasing him with the idea I was giving him a birthday surprise. He played along with it acting all eager and curious but I'm sure he wasn't expecting much more than our occasional session between the sheets. When I swung the door open and he saw that nice new mat his eyes just about popped out of his head. He charged into the room, raced all around the edge and broke into the biggest grin.
"This is your new training ground," I told him. "This is where you and I are gonna get to work on some of those skills. We'll turn you into a real champ, on and off the mat."
"Ah Coach, I love it!" He flung his arms around me and squeezed with all his strength.
"Happy birthday, Brady," Carter said. "You two have a great time." He dropped down from his bunk, grabbed a textbook and headed for the door.
"Wait, you don't have to go -- " I hooked his arm and gave his biceps a squeeze.
"Yeah, stick around!" Brady begged him. "I love being with both you guys."
Carter looked us over and smirked. "Nah, not this time. Tonight's for the two of you. Just this once you should have it all to yourselves. Besides, I've got an exam tomorrow." He snickered as he stepped out into the hall, closed the door behind him and left us alone.
"Well? You don't think you're gonna wrestle with those clothes on, do ya?"
"We're... wrestling naked?" Brady gulped, hardly able to believe it was true.
I dropped my shorts to the floor. "Damn right we are. I'm starting you from square one. Referee's position, you're down."
Brady shed his gear in a flash and crawled onto the mat on all fours. His cock was fully hard by the time I was down on one knee behind him. I wrapped my arm around his torso, gave his meat a squeeze just for good measure, then laid my palm flat against his abs, rested my chin between his shoulder blades and gripped his elbow. My own cock was just as rigid as his and resting against his thigh.
"Now, when I say `go' you're gonna show me your best switch. Ready? Go!"
I drilled him on all the basics just to see where we were at, giving him tips to fine tune his skills and begin his transition to wrestling at the college level. He was eating it up, taking in everything I taught him so eagerly. It was goddamn great to work with him like that, one on one. Being his coach, teaching him, giving him the benefit of all that I'd learned from Jase, from Carter, from the rest of my teammates and everyone we'd gone up against through the season. Brady soaked up every word and tried so diligently to put it all into action. I was proud as fuck to have earned his trust and respect.
And training naked with that young stud sure didn't hurt too much either. In a way it was even better than sex; so open and honest, so linked in body and mind, both working together but with an element of competition that had us each fired up as hell. Just feeling his flesh against mine, our hands all over each other, satisfied me beyond belief.
"Coach, I'm gassed," he finally groaned, collapsing on the mat. Flopping down next to him I was secretly relieved; I couldn't have gone on much longer either.
"Good," I told him. "Good session. You're doing fucking great. Take a breather and get ready to start up again in a minute."
"What's next?" he gasped, still game to keep going but looking a little bit daunted.
I rolled over and reached for Carter's desk drawer, pulled out the olive oil and gave him a smile.
"Playtime."
I poured a little in my hand and smeared it over his chest and abs. He lit up instantly like a sudden shot of energy was rushing through his veins. We oiled each other thoroughly, smoothing it good and thick over our muscles from head to toe, rubbing and feeling and stroking each other teasingly. This was a brand new sensation for Brady; he'd never done any oil wrestling before. As I lubed his cock and balls his eyes rolled back and his breath caught in his throat, and for a second I wondered whether the match would be over before it even began.
We squared off and clashed against each other, our slick bodies slipping and sliding together, even our most dependable holds useless as we twisted and wriggled out of each other's grasp. At first I tried to coach him through it but he caught onto the game like a champ and soon we were both giggling and enjoying ourselves way too much to worry about strategies and proper form. God, it was amazing to watch him experience it for the first time, tangling with each other and grinding muscle on muscle with that glistening layer of oil between us. I remembered what it was like for me that very first time with Jase, how incredible it was to feel his slick ripped body gliding over mine.
At long last I managed to corral him. I couldn't break him down but had him under control, all fours on the mat with his weight on his hands as I clasped both arms around his torso and drove hard with my chest to his shoulder blades. He quit struggling and instead seemed to relish the situation, squirming against me more for the pleasure than trying to break free, loving the way our bodies felt together.
"Coach," he whispered, "please... fuck me. I need your cock inside me so bad."
I answered him only by grinding down harder and sliding my rigid meat between his cheeks. He sighed gratefully as I pressed my head to his sphincter; flexed his hips to ease the way and softly moaned as I pushed in. I stroked his dripping cock as my shaft sank into that tight hole slow and steady with Brady breathlessly coaxing me on until I was flush against his cheeks. For a moment I stayed motionless letting him adjust to the feeling. I listened to his deep sharp breathing, felt how his chest heaved and shuddered in my arms. Once he'd calmed himself I began pumping in and out, giving that stud all the cock he could possibly yearn for.
Brady was truly loving it as I railed his ass hard and strong. He moaned and yelped loudly, howling out sheer joy with every solid thrust. It was goddamn incredible to be with a guy so responsive, so excited to be taking my meat -- and oh my God that hole was doing wonders on my shaft, twitching and clenching and quivering like it had a mind of its own. I stroked his cock with one hand as I fucked him, pinched and teased his nipples with the other, occasionally taking a break to explore those rock hard abs flexing and meshing like plates of armor. Brady thrashed in my arms like a wild tiger, barely able to contain his lust; I clamped both arms around him, hung on tight and kept pounding that gorgeous muscled ass with everything I had.
"I'm gonna cum -- I'm gonna blow my cream deep into your guts!" I growled into his ear.
"Ahh fuck, Coach! Give it to me!"
I was more than ready to give him my load but still lasted longer than he did. The second I told him I was going to shoot his cock exploded in my hand, spouting hot cum everywhere, his whole body erupting in quivers. I unleashed and spurted inside him, sending my own body into a frenzy of spasms. I slammed hard into him over and over as I poured out the last of my juices. Our bodies were quaking together, waves of pleasure washing over us both, shuddering and jerking and spewing out seed until our legs grew weak and our lungs gave out and our balls were finally spent.
We cuddled together on the mat holding and kissing each other desperately, loving each other instinctively, carried away with passion.
By the time Carter plodded back into the room we'd calmed down and were relaxing together, still tangled up on the mat in a funky soup of oil and sweat and cum. We both looked up at him with shit-eating grins. He just shook his head and opened his closet door. The bucket and mop were inside.
"About time you taught your boy the way things work around here, isn't it?"
Brady squinted at me. "What's he talking about?"
"You'll find out," I said. "Get the mop."
So now it looks like Brady's fully on board. There's a lot of wrestling left in the season and he'll be honing his skills with his mentor and all the guys in their brand new training facility. 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!