On Saturday night, Jase and Kyle hosted a party at their apartment. It was a celebration for the end of the season and the whole team was invited, not just family members. Everybody showed up. Some of the guys brought girlfriends; others who had girlfriends knew better, left them home and came solo. Girls are always suspicious enough of a guy who loves nothing more than rolling around on the mat with another guy. They didn't need to see what went on between us in a social situation.
Seriously, when you're serving beer to a bunch of leaned out wrestlers who haven't had so much as a taste of it in seven months, you never know what's going to happen.
Carter and I showed up at Jase and Kyle's early to lend a hand setting things up. They were still our mentors after all. We helped with the keg, laid out some snacks, stowed the breakables away in a safe place just in case some spontaneous rambunctiousness happened to crop up -- as if there was any chance it wouldn't.
Going through all those mundane domestic tasks together kindled a certain sexual awareness between us, an almost fetishy vibe. Maybe it was because we weren't used to seeing each other in such ordinary circumstances, all cleaned up and dressed in regular everyday clothes. I couldn't get enough of watching Jase, the way his muscles worked beneath his shirt as he tore open a package of red plastic cups, grabbed a few bags of chips and set them out on the table. All the while he was glancing back at me, checking me over with a sly smile, a free hand squeezing my shoulder or rubbing my back or gliding over my ass cheek whenever we happened to pass nearby.
As much time as we'd spent together oiled up and naked, somehow it was fresh and new and exciting to see each other in crisp party clothes, knowing what we were hiding underneath.
Carter and Kyle had the same thing going on between them. It was so fucking hot seeing the way my brother and his mentor interacted. Every time Kyle would touch him, Carter's breath would catch in his throat for just an instant and he'd put on the sweetest, most dick stiffening smile. Then Kyle would trade a look with Jase like they were playing some secret game. Those two big handsome studs never bothered to hide the way they were bulging in their jeans, which made Carter's cock and mine thicken and strain against our own jeans even more, begging us to give our mentors some action.
Yep, we were still their boys all right.
Soon enough the guests started arriving. Travis and Justin first and then the rest of them in a big swarm until the whole roster of thirty was in the room, along with a couple assistant coaches and a trainer. No Duncan though, and no Coach Wilson. It seemed to me they were sending a signal that this was our night and we should enjoy ourselves without any worries about embarrassing the program or the family.
We filled our cups and drained them, and it didn't take long before the whole team was feeling all warm and friendly. After barely two beers, and in some cases only one, every guy in the place was grinning and chattering away with whoever happened to stray within arm's reach. They were mostly talking about wrestling, naturally, and just as naturally the conversations were punctuated with impromptu demonstrations of arm locks and over-under ties, going through the motions without using strength or force but just as a convenient excuse for a little body contact. Wrestlers aren't always too good with words but they sure know how to relate to each other in muscle and bone.
Carter and I were hanging close together, never quite out of each other's grasp. We watched the scene unfold, the semi-glazed eyes and big smiles, hands pawing flesh pretending drunken awkwardness but clearly right on target. After spending months together on the mat grabbing each other in every imaginable way through the structured rituals of athletic training, now with a couple swallows of beer in their guts they couldn't keep their hands off each other. There was no more hiding behind the sport; this was about raw sex, plain and simple, drunk or sober. If they'd learned that lesson seven months ago they probably would've won a lot more matches.
"Hey there boys, having a good time?"
Travis stepped up to us grinning with Justin right behind him, the big guy's massive arms draped over his brother's shoulders. Our little buddy slipped out of Justin's hold, moved in close and hugged Carter and then me on his tiptoes, his tight lean body mashed against me from chest to quads, his smooth cheek pressed to mine. I could feel his meaty cock brushing my leg, his small hard nipples poking into my skin.
"We need to get naked tonight," he whispered in my ear. "You, me, Carter, Justin. All of us."
Travis took half a step back and looked me in the eye, begging me, still gripping my triceps. He was so fucking hot and so goddamn cute. I broke into a huge grin.
"Looks like it's heatin' up around here," Justin said.
Carter looked confused. "Whatta you mean?"
The big guy nodded to the other side of the room. AJ and Brett, graduating seniors, a 174 pounder and a 165er, had been blabbing loudly about motorcycles or some such bullshit, putting on the bro act. Now AJ had Brett backed up in the corner and they were talking all quiet and intense, eye to eye, noses just inches apart, immersed in that drunken nobody-can-see-us fog. Half the team had always thought they were secretly hot for each other but were too afraid to pull the trigger. Now it looked like it wouldn't take more than a little push to make it happen. The four of us held our breath for a moment... until some asshole bounced an empty cup off AJ's head and chirped, "Get a room, bitches!"
The whole crowd busted up. AJ spun around acting all pissed off but was pretty clearly embarrassed as hell. Brett escaped to the snack table and stuffed a handful of tortilla chips into his face as a show of nonchalance. AJ played like he was over it, took a slow lap around the party and then stumbled toward the door.
"Aw fuck," I said. "It's done before it began."
Carter nudged me with his elbow. "Not so fast..."
Sure enough, as soon as AJ was out the door, Brett was heading that way himself. He tried to disguise his moves with a little serpentine through the crowd but sure didn't waste much time; he wasn't about to let AJ get away. We could hear him sprinting down the staircase the second he got outside.
I was more than a little disappointed that whatever was going to happen, it wouldn't be played out right in front of us. But then I spotted Ben by the sliding glass door, frantically waving us over.
I snagged Carter and dragged him across the room. Ben put a finger to his lips as a signal to keep quiet and led us out onto the balcony where Greg was waiting. He gave us a smile and nodded over the railing. Twenty feet below us, there were AJ and Brett on the sidewalk, standing close together face to face like before and talking in hushed tones.
We couldn't hear what they were saying over the noise of the party but Brett seemed to be cajoling his buddy, calming him down and smoothing things over. AJ was still acting pissed off but Brett would smile and crack a joke, reach out and stroke his triceps or give his traps a squeeze, and Brett would soften. Then they just stood there silent, looking into each other's eyes for what seemed like nearly forever.
The sliding door grated open behind us.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" Justin and Travis stepped onto the balcony.
Carter and I spun around waving at them to shut up. Greg and Ben each clamped a hand over his boy's mouth to keep them both quiet, and pulled them to the railing. They saw the two down below; Justin was all set to yell out until Ben gave him a sharp elbow to the ribs.
And then before we knew it the two of them were making out. All motion on the balcony ceased; the six of us froze solid as Brett and AJ mauled each other like they'd been dying to for months, just as if somebody flipped a switch. We stared with huge grins on our faces as they mashed their lips together and searched deep with their tongues, arms clenched tight around each other, muscle straining against muscle. They attacked each other with the eagerness and hunger of two guys who'd never been with a guy before but had spent long nights thinking about it, stroking their cocks and yearning for each other.
Shirts were shed in a heartbeat; they broke their body lock just long enough to toss them aside and then tangled up again, skin on skin in the cool night air. I envied them for all the first-time feelings that were swimming through their heads, the electricity charging through their bodies. Being with a guy like this was so different from wrestling, and so very much the same. Brett steered AJ into the bushes and yanked his buddy's pants open, got down on his knees and pulled out AJ's thick long rigid cock.
For a minute he just stared at it, gazing in wonder at that prime hunk of meat as he peeled AJ's jeans and briefs down over his beefy ass cheeks and all the way to his ankles. He gave that eager cock a quick lick, then a longer one, and finally took it in his lips and slid it smooth and easy into his mouth. We watched them with wide eyes; they didn't have a clue we could see it all from above.
AJ's whole body shuddered and rocked as he felt his cock being sucked like never before, the very first time he'd had a blow job from someone who knew what it felt like and enjoyed the hell out of doing it. No girlfriend could ever compete with that. He stroked Brett's head gratefully as his buddy squeezed his ass cheeks and worked that shaft from tip to root, his fingers buried deep in AJ's crack.
The sliding door scraped open again. This time it was Jase and Kyle, wondering what the whole family was doing outside on the balcony. At least they were a little quicker to figure out the signals. We gave them a wave and they joined us at the railing without either of them making a sound.
Brett was slurping away on his first big cock, really going to town. He'd been putting a lot of thought into it for sure. AJ pulled out of his mouth, then pushed Brett over onto the ground. He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans, tore off Brett's shoes and jeans and briefs. Both were stark naked now, two sweated up muscle stud wrestlers in heat with stiff as fuck dicks. The whole balcony was ripe with anticipation. AJ dove down and swallowed Brett's meat in one big gulp, and offered his own to his buddy as well. They 69'ed so fucking eagerly, plunging each other's cocks in as deep as they could, straining to open their throats and take it all, slobbering all over each other.
In twos and threes the rest of the party came out to see what was happening, looked over the railing and spotted their teammates bare ass naked and sucking cock like they were born to it. Some of the guys took a quick peek and backed uncomfortably away; most of them glued their eyes to the scene like it was the greatest thing they'd ever witnessed in their lives. The balcony was getting crowded, everyone pressed in as tight as they could for a better view. Somebody's hand grazed my cock, got a grip and started stroking. I didn't know whose it was and didn't care. I just squirmed a bit, in appreciation of the lean muscled bodies packed in around me.
In the commotion I didn't even notice the switch but next time I looked down there was Brett on his hands and knees and AJ lining up behind. Brett arched his back and let out a howl as his buddy slid his stiff meat right up the pipe. An awestruck murmur rose up from the crowd but those two were far too immersed in the moment to pay it any attention. AJ began pumping his bro good and strong, his thick cock luckily still slick with Brett's spit. He rammed in again and again as rampant as could be while Brett only urged him to go harder, no doubt both of them having taken a pointer or two from late night porn. As hard as AJ banged him, Brett just kept begging for more, his whole body bucking and twitching from the pounding.
Drunk or not, those boys were way too fired up to go on much longer. AJ's body jerked; he slammed in deep, reached around and jacked Brett's cock with a vengeance. They both erupted in shudders and quakes and moans shooting their loads together, Brett's spilling all over the ground and AJ's surging deep into his buddy's guts. I grabbed Carter's hand and we gave each other a good squeeze remembering how special it was the first time we'd been fucked by our mentors, and the first time we'd each plowed into a teammate's muscled ass. There was nothing on earth better. It was great to know those two finally understood. They collapsed in a heap together and lay there in the dirt holding each other close.
Only one asshole redshirt in the crowd was dumb enough to try taunting them. Jase caught the guy by the throat before so much as a breath escaped.
"This is their time," he growled. "Let `em have it."
We shuffled back inside quietly, careful not to let Brett and AJ know we'd seen it all.
Once we were back indoors the atmosphere was considerably changed. Girlfriends hustled their guys to the door and out into the night before any more wantonness could poison them. The rest were twitchy and hyped; witnessing that scene had clearly stoked its share of stray hormones. Everyone hit the keg for a refill, as if one more beer would help sort out the sudden and urgent need for some kind of action.
The chatter just about doubled in volume as guys polished off their beers and yapped excitedly with their buddies about whatever they could think of except for the one thing everybody was thinking of. Hands strayed and shoulders nudged each other; bodies edged in dangerously close together. At the drop of a hat someone would snag his buddy in a headlock and conversations would transition into Greco matches. Then ankle picks and takedowns, and shirts fell by the wayside as lean muscled torsos clashed together and rolled around the floor, skin on skin. Drunken hands latched onto ass cheeks, nipples, cocks, playing the beer excuse for all it was worth. Every pair of jeans in the place was tenting hugely.
Carter and I stood off to the side together watching them all, grinning. It would've been great to be part of that melee if we didn't already have a family we were loyal to, guys who satisfied our every need. I caught Jase's eye across the room and gave him a look; he only shook his head in amazement at the scene as Kyle wrapped a beefy arm around him and squeezed.
Before long some guys had gone far beyond any pretense of wrestling; they were going after it now, faces buried in armpits and crotches, bodies grinding together out of sheer carnal pleasure and lust. A few bolted and fled out the door in horror and shame. Others maneuvered their way out in pairs to search for privacy in a car's back seat or behind a bush that didn't have an overhead view.
Travis stripped off his shirt and strode toward us with Justin close on his heels. "I need a shower," he announced, and gave Carter and me a smirk. "So do you." He strolled toward the bathroom, tossed his sweaty shirt into Greg's face on his way past, and motioned with his head for us to follow.
I nodded to Carter and we trailed after them. Travis and Justin were already in the shower with the water blasting by the time we got into the bathroom. Their clothes were strewn all over the floor; we shed our own clothes and added them to the pile as Ben and Greg filed in after us and did the same. Thankfully it was a walk-in shower and not a tub. We all crowded in, six naked bodies packed close together basking in our own bare flesh and the bonds of brotherhood between us and the steam and the spray.
We were laughing and playfully soaping each other down. Their muscular bodies felt so goddamn perfect in my hands. I couldn't get enough of feeling their pecs and abs, biceps and triceps and delts and traps and lats, all smooth and slick and lathered up. Of course I was grabbing cocks too, just like everyone else was, stroking and jerking and fondling each other's balls, squeezing ass cheeks, wet fingers gliding along ass cracks. It felt so fucking special to have good friends -- smoking hot friends -- that we could trust and share our bodies with freely, no questions asked and no apologies.
Travis got down on his knees and took my cock in his mouth. Holy fuck, I'd almost forgotten what a world class cocksucker that kid is. The way he worked my meat made my toes curl. I rubbed his head and massaged his shoulders gratefully, gently flexing my hips to shove my cock farther down his throat, as Carter wrapped his arms around me from behind and licked and gnawed on my ear. Greg leaned in and started making out with me, and I latched onto Justin's shaft and jacked him with one hand while I stroked the head of his brother who was still sucking me like a champ.
As if that wasn't enough, Jase and Kyle suddenly barged in and yelled at us to make room. They shoved their way into the mass of bodies, mashing everyone against the tiled walls. Carter and I instantly got down on our haunches and sucked our mentors' cocks. Those studs deserved to be worshipped by us, every single day. Jase grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and pounded my mouth; Kyle saw him and gave Carter the same. It always felt amazing to share something like that with my brother -- just as I'm sure it did for Jase and Kyle.
But there was way too much going on for them to focus on us for long. The other four guys were teasing and prodding them, fingering their asses, squeezing their muscles all over. They pulled out of our mouths and lifted us to our feet. With one arm clenched around me Jase hooked Ben's neck with the other and began hungrily making out. Kyle faced off with Justin, his training partner, pressed him flat against the tile and cranked on his nipples and gnawed on his neck. Then the whole group reshuffled, Greg and Travis and Ben in a three-way jerkoff, Jase and Kyle mauling each other, Justin and Carter and I working as free agents stoking passions and causing trouble wherever we could.
Eventually I found myself backed up against Carter in the corner, his rigid cock jammed against my crack. I was so goddamn ready to have his meat inside me. I turned my head and we kissed while he pressed his swollen cock head to my hole spreading me slowly and so very willingly. I felt every thick inch of him slide into me and just like always it made me feel my ass was exactly where that gorgeous shank belonged. He wrapped his arms around me and laid his head over my shoulder and began pumping me hard and strong, just the way I wanted it. This wasn't any time for romance.
Next to us, Travis climbed onto Justin and clinched his legs around the big guy's waist, lowered his ass to that massive knob and opened wide. Ben had Greg flattened face to the wall and was banging him powerfully while Jase bounced up and down on Kyle's rod standing upright in the middle of all the action. Every one of us was fucking or being fucked by his brother, all of us packed into the stall so tight our bodies were grinding together and leaning on each other for support.
Travis was the first to shoot -- he loved taking Justin's huge cock so fucking much. He spurted clear over his shoulder splattering whoever was in range letting out a high sharp yelp and from there the rest of us went off like dominoes. I felt the bodies all around me seizing up and jerking in orgasm, muscles rippling and flexing and twitching against mine. Holy fuck, that was it. My ball sack tightened up, a warm tingle engulfed me and I threw out a huge spurt of cream that splashed onto Travis and Jase and Ben. I spewed out my juice in spurt after spurt, my tight hole clenching on my brothers cock in a way that felt amazing to us both. Carter's grip on me tightened, his whole body stiffened and then bucked and thrashed, and I knew he was blowing his hot load inside me. My cock kept on throbbing, wringing out every last drop until I had nothing left to shoot.
All of us were drenched in each other's cum and smearing it on our bodies as we kept on meshing and grinding together in the packed little shower stall. The sound of primal grunting alone as all my brothers unleashed their loads was enough to keep my cock hard for a week. Gradually the jets of hot water washed us clean, cum dripping down our bodies in thick streams, mixing together and swirling down the drain in a soupy blend of wrestler cream.
There weren't enough clean towels in the place for all of us but Jase and Kyle did what they could, and we had such fun sharing and rubbing reach other down. We strode out of the bathroom still proudly naked and entered the scene of the party -- vacant now; our teammates had finished with whatever sort of mischief they'd got into and gone home. They'd left one hell of a mess though. Everywhere was empty cups, spilled beer, stray tortilla chips, a few questionable splotches of unidentified fluid.
I looked over the scene and winced. "Should I get the mop?" I asked Jase.
He sneered at me. "It's carpet, shithead."
I told ya the guys were gonna stick together in the off season. Now that the rigors of training are over and they have a few months to run wild, they're gonna make the most of it. Even wrestlers need to cut loose and live like regular people every once in a while. They're gonna have plenty of time to do just that, and of course whatever they happen to get into, they're gonna do it as a family. 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!