Sunday night, the day after the NCAA championships. The whole family was together. Carter and I sat at the edge of the mat in Duncan's wrestling room cuddled up close together with rigid cocks, watching as four oiled bodies clashed and grappled and rolled around in front of us. Greg and Travis, Ben and Justin -- the mentors giving their boys a good hard introduction to the world of men.
My brother and I exchanged a smile every now and again remembering what it was like for us on our graduation night, a year ago. We'd stood together upstairs in that hall of honor gaping at the life size photos on the wall of everyone who'd been brought into the family, an array of eighteen-year-old stud wrestlers standing proudly naked, muscles bulging, skins oiled and glistening, eyes blazing boldly ahead.
We'd been proud as fuck to see our own portraits alongside the others, our mentors and those who had come before. Displayed for all who entered that sacred room to see was our family tree, from Carter and me reaching back more than a decade to Duncan and Coach Wilson at the head of the room. With all of us side by side in glossy black and white, dangling cocks and ageless sculpted bodies forever preserved from head to knees in a moment of glory, we really did look like brothers, like a family.
And tonight they'd added Travis and Justin's portraits to the end of the line. Those two had stood up before us while Duncan welcomed them in, not as boys any longer but as men. And now they were learning just what it meant to leave their boyhood behind.
Ben slammed Justin to the mat and scrambled to cover him. The big guy struggled to regain his base, made it to all fours and then stiffened as Ben's arms clutched tight around his torso and his thick cock found Justin's hole. Ben gave his former boy just seconds to prepare and then plunged in hard and strong. Justin gasped and wrenched out a low grunt as Ben sank his meat in to the root, left it buried there until the big guy relaxed and then began pumping in and out with powerful thrusts.
Carter wrapped an arm around my shoulder and squeezed. He reached into my pants and snagged my stiff rod, curled his fingers around it and started stroking. I rested my shoulder against his chest, slipped my hand into his waistband and returned the favor. I loved the feeling of my brother's hand on my cock. He knew just how to hold me, how to stroke me. How to make me blow my load or keep me edging all night. I would do flat out anything to make him happy.
Travis looked to be getting the better of his mentor but Greg had a strategy in mind; a quick duck and a slide-by and suddenly Travis was on his back. With both arms trapped Greg was in position to go for the pin, but instead leaned in and mashed his lips to Travis's and pinched his nipples. Instantly those knees spread wide and raised in the air. Greg jockeyed his hips and slid his long slick shaft deep into a sweet, tight, ready and willing sheath.
We watched and panted and drooled as those two mentors pounded away with no restraint. The scent of sweat and musk was thick in the air. Our buddies grunted and moaned with primal lust and pleasure and pain and I felt my own ass twitch as I remembered the banging I'd had a year ago from Jase. It was surely the hardest I'd ever been fucked, not brutal like punishment sex but solid and unrelenting on a whole new level. A lesson in how to take cock like a man, and a reminder that just between the two of us I'd always be his boy.
Carter peeled my shirt off and I helped him strip his off too. We shed our pants and tangled up naked, holding and rubbing and stroking each other with our eyes still tuned in to the show. Right beside us, Jase and Kyle had already got a head start; they were bare ass and playfully mauling each other, their big dicks standing straight up like flagpoles, jacking each other and making out and rolling around. On the far side of the mat, Duncan strutted back and forth with a huge boner grinning and taking it all in.
Justin was the first to blow. The big guy bellowed like a bull and erupted, laying thick white stripes onto the mat, his huge cock spewing like a firehose. Ben clamped down and slammed in hard and deep. He unleashed himself, drenching Justin's guts with a flood of hot cream while the big stud bucked and jerked and spilled out his last few drops of seed.
We knew Travis wouldn't last long once he heard his brother shooting. Those two were dialed into each other like Siamese twins; knowing Justin blew his load was all it took to drive Travis over the edge. Soon enough we heard those familiar whimpers, and seconds later he was spurting all over Greg's chest and abs and his own as well. Greg gave him one last long kiss and unloaded inside him, and the two held onto each other tight as their bodies shuddered and quaked and their balls drained dry.
We gazed at them with big smiles on our faces as they settled down into one big oily, sweaty heap of smooth muscled bodies, two sets of brothers - two mentors and two former boys. Jase was already going down on Kyle; Kyle waved Duncan over and grabbed a big handful of ass, pulled him close and took the man's cock in his lips. He gripped Duncan's balls and slid that thick shank right down his throat, swallowed it whole, still stroking Jase's head as my hero and role model bobbed up and down on Kyle's own massive shaft.
Carter and I just held each other, rubbing lightly but not in any hurry to get each other worked up. We had each other every night and every day. For us it was special just to kick back and watch the rest of our buddies enjoying each other. I was completely content to relax with my brother's bare muscle pressed against mine, our hands on each other's cocks, our heads resting gently together.
Duncan leaned on Kyle's broad shoulders as the big stud plunged that meat down his throat again and again. His whole body shook as Jase pushed him close to the edge. Suddenly he spit out Duncan's cock and let out a huge roar, his muscles twitching and clenching as he unleashed into Jase's mouth. Bad timing for Kyle; Duncan blasted out his own thick load all over the big stud's face, dribbling off his chin, running down his chest and splashing onto the mat and the floor.
Travis had been following the action closely from within Justin's massive arms. He glanced over at me and we traded sly smiles, almost burst out laughing.
"I'll get the mop," Travis said, and hopped up to his feet.
It was the signal to end the session, now that Duncan had blown and cleanup was in progress. Greg and Ben hobbled off to the shower and Kyle plodded behind. Travis and Justin swabbed and scrubbed while Carter, Jase, Duncan and I lounged on the sideline.
"Justin looked great last night," Duncan said, then quickly shot us a glance. "You guys did too, don't get me wrong. You really wrestled up a level. But Justin could've taken the title. He was that close. He just needs to get over that hump."
"Ben'll make sure he gets there," I said quickly.
Jase and Duncan gave me one of those uncomfortable looks.
"Ben's not coming back next year," Jase said.
"But -- he has one more year left, right? He was gone a year, that doesn't count."
Jase nodded. "He does. But Greg's graduating. He's got a job waiting for him in Chicago. Ben's taking the summer term to finish his degree, then he's gonna go join Greg."
"Your brother is more important than anything," Duncan said. "Even more important than wrestling."
Carter tightened his hold on me. Of course. Duncan was right.
I frowned. "So we're losing two? This year we had six of us on the squad, next year only four? We're gonna need more boys."
Jase snorted, and Duncan gave me that fatherly smile. "Seems like somebody's already got one in mind, right?"
"Oh -- you know about that?"
"Don't worry. I trust you. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."
"He still needs to accept our offer," Jase warned.
"He will. He's got to."
Back home in our dorm room, Carter and I crawled into my bunk together. We wrapped our arms around each other and just lay there reveling in the way our muscles meshed together. His body always felt so warm and welcome; his skin against mine felt incredible. After a while his hand started roaming down to my ass cheek but holy fuck, it had been one hell of a long and exhausting weekend.
"I don't think I have the energy," I told him.
"Wanna sixty-nine?"
"Sure."
He grinned, kissed my neck hungrily and then dove down under the covers, took my cock head in his lips and presented his cock to me. I licked him so eagerly, loving the way he responded by straightening out and growing long and stiff and thick. In no time I was fully hard myself and he was taking it in, sucking it down his warm wet gullet and then sliding it out, dragging his lips back all the way to the tip before jamming it in deep again.
I matched him beat for beat, shoved his meat in as far as I could till his pubes were tickling my chin, then pulled back mouthing his beautiful rod every inch of the way. It was so goddamn satisfying to suck my brother and feel him sucking me. No two guys could ever have been more made for each other. I knew I was already leaking, felt the way he licked and sucked and gulped it down, and I loved the taste of his salty cream dribbling on my tongue. That son of a bitch's dick was my favorite flavor.
Pretty soon I got adventurous and my free hand wandered to his ass, my fingers sliding along his crack and teasing his hole. Carter squirmed and writhed and let out a little whimper, then pitched in and began attacking mine too. It felt wonderful. I swear at that moment there was nothing better on earth than being finger fucked by my brother with my cock deep down his throat and his strong paw gripping my balls. I tightened my grip on his balls too, shoved my fingers in farther and harder, and slobbered all over his meat plunging it in again and again and again.
No way could I last much longer. My ass clamped down on his fingers and I blew out a good hard load, moaning as loud as I could with my brother's cock stuffed in my mouth. I spurted one shot after another, hips bucking, that warm wave of absolute pleasure washing all over my body, and it only made me suck him more hungrily. I wanted his cum inside me more than anything.
I didn't have long to wait. He was just as ready for it as I was. I felt his body jerk and then my mouth was full of hot cream, gushing and gushing as his throbbing cock erupted in spurt after spurt. I drank his juice down, eagerly taking all he had to give me as his body rocked and quaked and drained itself until he was spent. I gently massaged his balls and milked his shaft for the last few drops. If he could keep on cumming I'd swallow him all night long.
Without a word we shifted position and tangled up again. We fell asleep together locked in each other's arms, perfectly relaxed, utterly happy and content.
Next morning I started thinking about Brady.
I hadn't even seen him in two weeks. I'd been too busy preparing for the NCAAs. But while I'd been focusing on myself, he'd gone off to wrestle at the high school state championships. I knew how important it was to him. It was the biggest event of his life, just like it had been for me. Doing well at state could have a tremendous impact on his options for college, and from there his entire life.
I was his mentor and he was my boy. I should have been there with him. But I had my own wrestling to worry about, my own biggest event. I couldn't lose focus even for a second; that's what being a wrestler is all about. If I didn't commit myself a hundred percent to my training, my tournament, and my success, I'd be letting myself down and the rest of the family as well.
As it turned out, Brady had demolished his weight class. He came out on top, a state champion. He didn't need me there to hold his hand but maybe it would have been even more special to both of us if I had been. I knew as a wrestler he understood. But still, I felt bad.
And now that he'd won, I knew the scholarship offers would be pouring in. He might be recruited by a marquee program, maybe even one as big as Iowa or Penn State. What the fuck could our program possibly offer to compete against that?
It was a hell of a thing to be filling my head on the first day back to class after nationals. With no more meets to train for, no more team practices and workouts only for personal gain, suddenly Brady had taken a big step up to the front of the line. I kept thinking about those dumbass messages I'd sent him -- "Good luck!" and "Great job!" Was that really the best I could do? Being his mentor was the most important thing I had left on my plate, and it felt like I'd blown it.
Yeah I know, all I had to do was text him. Carter told me that too. But I didn't know how to start, whether I should apologize or act like nothing happened, or -- whatever.
Anyway, it was evening by the time I worked up the courage. And then I sat there in my room waiting for a reply, ten minutes, twenty, half an hour pretending to study and feeling like crap while Carter flipped through his biology notes and acted like nothing was wrong.
Finally my phone chime sounded and I pulled up the message.
"Can I come over?"
"Sure!" I texted back in a hurry.
Almost before I hit Send there was a knock at the door. I yelled "Come in," the door swung open and there he was.
"Brady!" I jumped out of my seat and bounded toward him but stopped short. He had a funny look on his face.
"I signed," he said.
"You -- ?"
"Yeah. My Letter of Intent." The official acceptance of a scholarship offer. A chill ran down my spine.
"To come... here?"
He grinned. "Of course to come here! Where else?"
I wrapped my arms around that kid and squeezed like there was no tomorrow. He hugged me back just as earnestly and without another word we both began peeling each other's clothes. I pulled his T-shirt off and he yanked off mine; we clinched one another holding on tight mashing our bare pecs and abs together planting wild kisses all over each other with rampaging lips and tongues.
The came our pants and we were stripped to our bulging briefs, grabbing and fondling each other and giggling like idiots. Carter rolled his eyes and shook his head, got up from his desk and pushed the door closed as we unleashed ourselves, two hard cocks bouncing out thick and heavy and swollen.
Instinctively we squared off on the makeshift mat, eye to eye in our wrestler's stances. At a silent single we both lunged and locked up in a collar tie; I turned his torso just slightly, saw his weight shift and ducked down for a single-leg shot. Snagged a high crotch, took my boy down and scrambled on top as he twisted around and worked to establish his base.
Now, here's the thing about wrestling -- your first priority is always to keep your back off the mat. That means when you're taken down you want to roll over on your stomach and spread your legs out wide to keep yourself from being turned. But when you're wrestling bare ass naked against a guy with a rock hard shaft, it also means your most valuable real estate is right there for the taking.
Brady tried to push up to all fours but I got a leg in and broke him down flat. I covered him, planting my cock between his cheeks and grinding it along his crack. He tried to push up on his hands but I captured his wrist and shut him down, and each time he squirmed he was only grinding his hole on my cock and teasing it more and more. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." he breathed, as I leaned in and gnawed on his neck and his ear and kept him immobilized. I knew he hadn't been laid since the last time we were together. He was my boy and nobody else's.
"Coach..." he begged in a small, breathless voice. He knew damn well how hot it made me when he called me that. "Please?"
Of course my brother Carter had been following every move we made. He snickered, grabbed the jar of Vaseline and tossed it onto the mat.
I'm not sure exactly when it quit being wrestling and turned into sex -- as if there was ever a difference between one and the other. I only knew I needed to be inside Brady more than anything, and that gorgeous young stud needed to feel my cock inside him just as bad. I pressed my greased rod to his hole and felt it spread, heard my boy gasp as I pushed in. Slid all the way inside clean and smooth, and let his long low moans tell me when it was time to start pumping.
I rolled him onto his side so I could reach around and stroke his cock while I fucked him. It was intensely romantic, holding my boy in my arms, kissing him and jacking his cock as I plunged in nice and slow, over and over again. Brady grunted and whimpered and moaned, clearly loving it. I tightened my grip on him and took it up a notch, driving into him with deep forceful thrusts that made him yelp and twitch and flex his hips begging for more.
God, I was ready to blow inside him. I wanted to flood his guts with my cum until he couldn't hold any more, until it overflowed and came dripping out of his ears. I clenched him tight and jacked him furiously, leaned in and pressed my cheek against his -- and that was all it took. His juice came gushing out splattering his abs and the mat and my hand, his tight hole spasming rhythmically on my shaft, squeezing and massaging as his big dick throbbed and spat out cream. Ahhh fuck, that was it for me too. The pressure built up deep in my balls, tingling and churning. I felt a warm wave of pleasure lighting me up from head to toe. My body hung on the brink for a moment, and then heaved out a giant spurt, another, and another, and more, wringing my balls dry while my boy's quivering hole milked and sucked every last drop from my spewing meat.
We held each other close with all the strength we had left, lying in a heap on the sweat and cum-drenched mat. In that moment I loved Brady like never before. I was so goddamn lucky he wanted me to be his mentor.
"It's okay if I stay a little while?" he asked.
"Of course. Always."
"Should I get the mop?"
"It can wait. Come on, get into bed with me."
He paused a moment, looked across the room and then back at me. "Carter too."
"Yes. Carter too."
My brother grinned.
The three of us piled into my bunk, with Brady sandwiched in between Carter and me. This time I played the little spoon. There was nothing on earth better than the feeling of my boy's gorgeous body pressed against me from behind, and my brother's beefy arm draped over us both. How the fuck did I ever get so lucky?
I glanced back at Brady. "You must've had a lot of great offers. I hope you never regret your choice."
"Coach, are you kidding? I couldn't go wrestle anywhere else. You guys are my family." He wriggled against me, lighting me up all over again.
You plant a wrestler in a chair by himself and he's a bundle of nerves. Shoulders tight, eyes a thousand miles away, leg working up and down like a sewing machine. He only feels right when he's mashed up against another wrestler, muscle on muscle and skin on skin. He still could go off like a bear trap at any second... but he's calm. He's content. In his own way, in his own world, he's at peace.
That pretty much closes out the team activities for the season -- but the guys will still be on campus a while, and then they'll have a whole summer before hitting the grindstone again. They'll stick together like any true family and they'll surely find a way to pass the time. 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!