Carter and I needed some time to ourselves.
Not that we hadn't been able to get any time alone; we were in bed together in our dorm room every night of the week. But with all that had gone on during the season and even now that it was over, it seemed like we were constantly caught up in somebody else's situation and never got a minute just to focus on each other. It was nice being the guys they all trusted to help them get back on track when things went sideways but every time Carter and I crawled into bed together it felt like the whole team was right there under the sheets with us.
We needed to find a way to put everybody else's problems aside for a while, to clear our heads and just enjoy being brothers. I loved spending time with that cocksucker more than anything on earth and there was no question he felt the same, but what good was it if we never had a chance to really show each other? We needed to get away, to go someplace even if was only for a day, where we could tune out the rest of the world and just live together, eat, sleep, wrestle, fuck, and whatever else came into our heads, until we were both so goddamn stuck to each other that come hell or high water, neither of us could ever feel like we were apart from the other again. And it had to happen soon, because in a few weeks time the semester would be over and for a couple months in the summer we'd each be out of the dorm and going our separate ways.
As random luck would have it, my mom and dad solved the problem. In the third week of April they told me they'd be going to Chicago for the weekend. The house would be empty and up for grabs.
I floated the idea to Carter, not really explaining why I wanted to drag him to my parents' house for a couple days -- but then again I didn't need to. He just smiled and said "Okay, that's cool," and when the day came we threw some gear together and piled into the car as if it was the natural thing to do.
On the long drive there I began to get nervous. Stupid, I know -- but the idea of bringing Carter to my house suddenly had me worried. It wasn't because of my parents; they'd met him when they came to our meets. They knew him as my teammate and my roommate and best friend, and they liked him a lot. I'd never told them the rest because it shouldn't have been any of their business; it was just between Carter and me, and what anybody else thought didn't matter. If they walked in on us full-on fucking I'd just tell them to give us a minute and wouldn't even blink -- I had nothing to be ashamed of -- and besides, they were gone for the weekend.
But what bugged me was that I'd be exposing a part of myself he hadn't seen. I was a complete dumbshit before college, before Jase taught me what wrestling was all about and before they put Carter and me together. I was just as stupid as every high school smartass jock who wins a couple matches and thinks he's something special. Taking Carter into my home, I felt like I was taking him back to my childhood and letting him see who I used to be, before I got over myself and figured shit out. It was like being naked in front of him on a whole new level.
I pulled into the driveway and led him to the front door. The place seemed a good deal smaller than it used to. I knew he'd grown up in a suburban McMansion and I was a working class kid from a blue collar crackerbox neighborhood but I wasn't the least bit embarrassed about that. It was more like my life had become a whole lot bigger than it had been when I'd lived there. I hardly felt like the house was big enough to hold me anymore.
We hauled our gear into my bedroom and the sight of it made me feel sick. It was just the way I'd left it, all the junk left over from my childhood sitting on shelves and piled on the floor and plastered on the walls. Kid stuff, bargain basement home workout equipment, useless bodybuilding books and muscle magazines and lightweight junior dumbbells. Motivational posters of muscled studs and wrestling heroes. Newspaper clippings of my own high school matches from the crappy hometown paper. My bed looked tiny, with a comforter that might as well have had cartoon characters splattered all over it. A kid's bed.
"Sorry, it's kinda small..."
He snickered. "Looks better than our bunks at the dorm."
I just about died when he noticed the photo on the wall right beside the mattress. I'd forgotten it was even there. Sliced ever so carefully from Wrestling USA Magazine with a single-edged razor blade and meticulously fastened with Scotch tape eighteen inches south of my pillow was a page-sized photo of Duncan Kirk with his singlet peeled down to his waist, his chiseled torso dripping with sweat. Our family head and father figure in his glory days.
"Inspiration?" Carter smirked.
If he only knew how many nights I'd stared at that photo while I jacked off--without ever having a clue I was secretly yearning for guy sex. I honest-to-God wanted to die right there on the spot. If there was any way physically possible for me to blush, I surely would have. But my brother understood. In a heartbeat he'd stripped his shirt off and stepped in close, slid his hands up underneath my T-shirt and pulled it off over my head, wrapped his arms around me and held me tight to his chest. The warmth of his skin against mine felt incredible, made me forget in an instant all the crazy insecurities that filled my brain. I only wanted to hold onto that fucker, to feel his muscles pressed against mine, his arms squeezing me, his cut abs meshing with my abs, his hard nipples poking into my skin.
Carter kissed me like he'd been saving it up for something special. Honestly, when that guy mashed his lips against mine it made my head swim every time. Our tongues found each other and teased and wrestled; he hooked his arm around the back of my neck and pulled me in tighter while his free hand squeezed and stroked my package, then slipped down inside the waistband of my workout shorts and wrapped around my cock.
In seconds my meat was fully hard and grinding on his palm. He stroked me so fucking sweetly, like it gave him just as much pleasure as it did me. Both my hands were gripping his ass cheeks, clutching and kneading and pulling his hips flush with mine; I could feel my brother's hard cock through his pants rubbing on my quad. My whole body wanted to launch into him right then and there but I just couldn't bear to break off that kiss. It was electric, pure fucking magic, his tongue would curl against mine and we'd connect and it was so goddamn hot and sexual and romantic I wanted to keep on kissing and kissing him forever. I swear I was already leaking precum in his hand.
He dropped my meat and gave me one last bonecrushing squeeze and backed off half a step. We looked each other over for a second, grinning like fools, and without a word we kicked off our flipflops and dropped our shorts. His cock sprang out ramrod straight, pointing up at me eagerly. I just gazed at it for a moment loving the sight. Maybe it was the different surroundings, familiar and unfamiliar to me at the same time, but somehow he looked hotter and more handsome and more gorgeous and with a bigger, thicker, longer, more beautiful cock than ever before.
"Man I need you to fuck me so goddamn bad," I told him.
"Here? Now?" He laughed. "Oh no ya don't. This is your room. I know damn well you spent years dreaming about bending somebody over that bed and pounding a nice hot ass. I'm not about to take that away from ya. First one's all yours, stud."
"But I didn't know -- I wasn't even thinking about guys back then."
Carter glanced at the photo of Duncan and smirked. "Clearly you were, whether you knew it or not. Now, don't gimme any more bullshit. Just gimme that dick." He moved in close again and brushed his naked body against mine, snagged my meat and started jacking.
I didn't need any more coaxing. I dug into my bag for the jar of Vaseline while my brother leaned over the bed, hands planted on the mattress and legs spread wide. Holy fuck was that ass ever inviting. No way was my meat going in there without a little playtime first. I kneeled behind him, gripped his quads and mashed my face between those muscled cheeks.
Carter yelped and squirmed as I attacked his hole with my tongue, licking and lapping. He always tasted so fucking hot, so musky and dank. It reminded me of a locker room in all the best ways, a wrestler's ultimate sexual fantasy. I felt his hole twitch and quiver as I poked and prodded and licked, his whole body tightening and suddenly jerking, wrenching out moans of pleasure. It made my cock harder than you could possibly believe.
I grabbed the jar and started greasing his hole, sliding two fingers in and out, as I reached around with my other hand and stroked his shaft. He settled down and relaxed, swaying with the rhythm and preparing himself to take me in. I wouldn't keep him waiting long. I couldn't if I tried.
I pressed my cock head to his hole, felt it spread and engulf me. Slowly, slowly I pushed into him, feeling his tight ring slide down my shaft bit by bit, letting him fully experience every inch of my cock as it entered him deeper and deeper. He growled and grunted breathlessly, his two sphincters clamping and clenching my meat. It felt so goddamn wonderful. I sank into him until my hips were pressed to his cheeks, the forward points of my pelvis digging into those gorgeous beefy glutes. For a moment I stayed just like that, looking over my brother's body with my cock deep inside him, his sculpted traps and lats standing out in bold relief like a Greco-Roman statue and already slightly damp with his sweat, hamstrings splayed out wide on either side of me, solid triceps and forearms bracing himself for the pounding to come.
I leaned in and wrapped my arms around him, laid my head between his shoulder blades and started pumping in and out, nice and easy. There was no need to rush; we both deserved to savor this. He growled deep and low under his breath as I thrust my meat into him slow and sure and then dragged it back out again, our bodies rocking together in unison, utterly in sync. My greasy hand found its way to his package and tickled and squeezed his ball sack, glided up and down his cock. How many times in life can you ever have something as perfect as this, two guys content with taking their time who just want to fuck and fuck and wring every bit of pleasure out of each other if it takes all goddamn night?
His little yelps and whimpers to tell me I'd hit the right spot were becoming insistent, egging me on, making me yearn for more. I swear my cock got even harder with every sound he made. I plunged into him more forcefully, strong and solid, straining to reach even deeper and he moaned in gratitude and thrust his ass up and back on each downstroke to meet my attack. Our bodies were both slickened with sweat now and rubbing together so beautifully; I had to flick out my tongue for a taste, nibbled and gnawed on his lower traps with my arms still clutching him tight. He jolted and jerked, loving the attention, and I felt the warm flow of his precum oozing over my hand.
My own cock was begging me for release and my balls were aching for it like crazy. I cut loose and banged him hard, ramming his ass and drawing back and slamming in again, surrendering my body to animal lust and urgency. Carter hung right in with me as always, his own body pushed into primal mode, bucking and snorting like a bull. I wanted to unload so bad, wanted even more to make him cum, but just as I knew he was nearing the limit he barked out, "Wait, wait! Slow down! You're gonna make me shoot all over the bedspread!"
Fair enough, and I'm glad he was looking out for us. I rocked back hard, pulled him off the bed and down on top of me on the floor, his legs splayed wide in the air and my feet firmly planted, still pounding away at him, my arms clenched around the fucker with all my heart. I jacked his cock and plowed in deep and he yelped and wailed and blew out a huge thick stream all over his chest and abs, his sphincter clamped down on my rod and I let myself go and poured my own load into him, I loved him so much I wanted to gush my whole fucking body and soul into him, spurting and spurting as the waves of hot pleasure ran through me, my brother shuddering and quivering in my arms as he spewed out the last of his juice.
I lay back on the floor and held him down on top of me, his hot cum dribbling down his ribs and onto mine. Dipped my fingers in for a taste, then we took turns scooping it off him and feeding each other. Finally I rolled him off me and held him to the floor while I licked his torso clean, the cum and sweat mixing on my tongue in a way that made my drained nuts ache for more.
We showered together, just a crappy old tub shower but it didn't matter. It was so goddamn sweet to lather his body, to feel the smoothness of his muscles and feel his hands all over me doing the same. The stream of hot water washed us both clean and we stood together and held each other for a long, long time, loving the way our skins felt as we rubbed against each other.
That whole evening we stayed naked; I only wrapped a towel around when the pizza guy came to the door and then we ate and drank beer and cuddled in bed and hardly even spoke, we just held each other and enjoyed the vibe and felt how perfect we were together. Carter and I fell asleep in each other's arms, the best night's sleep I'd had in that bed my entire life.
When I woke up in the morning he was out of bed already and rummaging through my chest of drawers, stark naked. There were some clothes in there, mostly ragged old shit I'd outgrown or got tired of wearing and hadn't bothered bringing with me to campus. He pulled out a T-shirt and held it up, a blue all-cotton USA Wrestling shirt I'd had since my dad took me to see the Olympic trials in Iowa City when I was fifteen.
"That one used to be my favorite," I told him.
He tossed it to me. "Put it on."
"Just the shirt?"
He dug into the drawer again and threw me a pair of gym shorts from junior high. "These too."
I rolled my eyes, crawled out of bed and squeezed into the shorts. As baggy as they used to be back in the day, now they fit my ass like a glove. The shirt had been washed about five hundred times and was on the threadbare side but soft and comfortable as fuck, and shrinkwrapped to my pecs. I'd put on a lot of muscle over the years.
Meanwhile Carter had pulled out a pair of old gray sweatpants that I'd cut down to shorts about six inches above the knee when they'd worn through -- in high school, my go-to workout gear -- and an old YMCA shirt about as ragged as the one I wore, with a couple tiny holes worn through here and there.
Seeing him in that gear stirred my cock up like crazy. The Y was where I'd first started wrestling at five or six years old, and where I first started lifting weights at fourteen. The shorts reminded me of locker rooms and steam and sweat and naked men. And now here was my brother wearing those very same clothes, the curves of his pecs and abs clearly visible, his nipples poking out brazenly from behind the thin layer of cotton. It was all I could do to bite my lip and gape at him.
"What are you starin' at?" he taunted. "Come on and make me some breakfast."
I led him to the kitchen and opened the cupboard; I knew it had to be there. Sure enough. Pulled out the canister of Quaker oats and filled the teakettle with water.
"That's what you used to eat? Oatmeal?"
"Every damn morning, all through high school. Iron and protein for muscle, carbs for energy. Throw on half a banana and you're good."
He moved in close behind me as I put the kettle on the stove, slipped his arms around me, leaned over my shoulder and pressed his cheek against mine. "You'll make me a fine wife some day."
"The fuck you say." I spun around and snagged him in a double underhook. He responded instantly, whipping his arms around trapping mine and pulling me over. I landed on my back with a thud and Carter squashed down on top of me, narrowly missed cracking my head on the floor tile; scrambled to establish a base while my brother struggled to regain control of my arms. From under my armpit, a ripping sound.
Carter froze. His eyes widened. He released me and backpedaled away, horrified, his face dismally apologetic. I sat up and grinned at him, grabbed the collar of my T-shirt and ripped it apart roaring out "GRRRRAAAHHHHHH!!!!" -- splitting the fabric all the way down to my navel, a classic WWE move. Let him gaze at my exposed torso for a moment, pulled the ruined shirt all the way off and tossed it away, then lunged at him and snagged his shirt and gave it the same treatment, complete with one more primal bellow.
The sight of his chiseled torso when that shirt shredded hit me like a brick. Holy fuck, what a gorgeous guy. Somehow ripping that ragged T-shirt off him, the sound of it tearing, the feeling of it, and his smooth rippled muscles popping out from beneath made him eight times hotter than I'd ever seen him before -- and the way he was looking at me showed he was into it too. We launched at each other, tangled up and rolled around the kitchen floor, half wrestling and half making out, grinding on each other wildly. Like the TV ads say, a wholesome part of every balanced breakfast.
I have no idea how long the teakettle had been whistling but it couldn't have blown off any more steam than we did. Eventually we noticed, untangled, helped each other to our feet.
"Come get your damn oatmeal," I snarled. "And no whining about it, I'm not gonna put up with any more of your stinkin' complaints."
We spent the day teasing and playing around with each other, grabbing cocks, stroking, licking, sucking, fingering... in between giving him the full tour of my first eighteen years. Carter couldn't get enough of digging through all my old junk. We played video games I'd had since I was a kid, watched my favorite childhood DVDs, looked through old photos, tried on more of my ratty clothes. He ate it up; it seemed to make him so happy to learn all about my former life, to see and touch the stuff I'd grown up with. It was hard to believe I'd ever been worried about letting him see who I'd been. He was the greatest ally I could ask for. Always on my side no matter what, always so quick to accept, so very eager to make everything in my life a part of his too.
I don't think I'd ever spent so many hours with a rock hard dick in one day. It was all I could do to get it barely soft enough to take a piss.
From the way he kept on teasing and prodding me and then backing off before we got too hot and heavy, I knew he was gearing up for a big night. I was more than ready. He had me so fucking in love with him and so fucking horned, he could have asked me for anything and I'd have done it, no questions asked. I trusted the guy beyond words, with my cock, my ass, my body, my whole life.
We chowed on some Chinese delivery for dinner and cuddled up on the couch, nothing but two pairs of loose workout shorts between us. Carter wrapped him arms around me; his hand slid down under my waistband and got a solid grip. Of course I was already hard. He massaged my cock casual but firm, kissed my neck and -- oh fuck, oh fucckkk -- started gnawing on my ear.
"I want my cock inside you so fuckin' bad," he grunted.
"Fuckin' nail me, stud. I'm all yours."
He grinned, rolled off the couch, held out his hand and led me to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled out the jar of Vaseline; shoved me onto my back and pushed my ankles up over my head. I gasped with excitement and pleasure as that thick cock plowed straight into me, as rigid as I'd ever felt it, straining my hole in the most incredible way.
Carter launched right into banging me, feet planted on the floor for traction pistoning into me strong and solid. I loved every ramming thrust; my hole had been gaping and begging for it for hours. I yelped and moaned, grabbed my balls to protect them from the onslaught, stroked my cock as he plunged into me hard, over and over again. For a minute I thought was going to blow -- he had me so goddamn ready -- but suddenly he pulled out of me, stepped back and pulled me to my feet.
"Your turn," he said. "Let's see what ya got."
I grinned and started to maneuver him onto the mattress but he stopped short and held me back. "Nope, not here. We've done this room. Pick another."
I dragged him back to the living room and shoved him over the arm of the couch, spread his legs apart and plunged in. He grunted excitedly as I sank my shaft into him and started pumping, giving it to him every bit as hard as he'd given me. I never got over the feeling of being inside that muscular ass, his hole gripping my meat so perfectly, flexing and twitching as I railed him. I don't know what I'd ever do without him.
We fucked on the kitchen counter, the dining room table, in the basement, flipping and switching positions in every new venue. I drew the line at my parents' bed but that didn't stop us from rolling around together on the floor at the foot of it. I loved taking his cock every bit as much as I loved giving him mine, and Carter was right there with me on that as always. Finally we'd just about fucked ourselves out, dripping a gallon of precum between us but still holding back our loads. He squeezed me tight as I slid my sore cock out of him.
"You need a shower," he whispered.
Fuck yeah I did. I never needed one more in my life.
I was tingling from head to toe when I felt his strong hands soaping my body. Nobody else on earth has a grip like a wrestler. We lathered up and clinched together and made out; I wrapped my legs around his waist and draped my arms around his neck and he pressed my back to the tiled wall and slid his slick meat into me. I shuddered and grunted and moaned as he banged me, chewed on his traps, frantically licked his neck and his jaw. After holding back all day neither of us were going to last long. I dug my heels into his ass cheeks and spurred him on, yelled at him to fuck me harder. All at once my lungs seemed to cave in and a hot wave prickled over me and I cut loose, blasting a big creamy load over my abs and his, jerking and panting and whimpering and moaning in his arms, my hole clenching down on his thick hard cock as my balls drained themselves dry, my cum dripping down our legs in the stream of hot water and swirling down the drain.
Carter mashed his lips against mine and kissed me as he unleashed his own load inside me. I hung onto him for dear life as he thrust again and again spouting his seed deep into my guts. Two more hard driving strokes and he shoved it in and held it and then exhaled and gently eased me down until my feet reached the bottom of the tub. We stood there together still holding each other like we were inseparable, letting the water slosh over us and wash us clean.
We crashed hard that night and in the morning rolled out for breakfast and then climbed right back into bed. We held each other for hours never wanting to let go. It felt so fucking good to just lie there skin on skin. His muscular body and mine meshed so well together, perfectly matched, truly made for each other. I didn't think I could ever feel closer to him than I already was but now we were bonded so goddamn tight, like we were two halves of the same person.
And then came the sound of a car door slamming in the driveway. We both froze for an instant and then scrambled out of bed and into our clothes. At least we'd got our shorts on before my parents came strolling in. They were used to seeing a couple wrestlers hanging out shirtless.
Carter was super polite and friendly like always, and my mom and dad loved seeing him. I was awkward as fuck dealing with all the silent implications of what they might have seen or guessed or figured out. We were social for the requisite period of time and then made our excuses, gotta get back to campus and hit the books, gathered up our gear and headed for the door. They walked us to the driveway to see us off.
"I hope you boys had a good weekend," my mom called out.
I stopped short, snagged Carter's arm and dropped my bag. Pulled him in, wrapped my arms around him and landed a big Hollywood kiss on his lips that we held long enough to erase all doubt and then some. Turned back to them without a flinch.
"Yeah Mom," I grinned. "We had a great time."
So it was just our two heroes this time -- they needed a break from the other guys to focus on each other, and I hope it was worthwhile for you too. But don't worry, the whole family will all be together again before long with more of those wholesome group activities. 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!