We were in the locker room, both of us sweated up from a long day of working with the high schoolers in wrestling camp. It was just the two of us in the room. My courage was about as high as it'd get and I didn't think I'd ever have a better chance. I looked him in the eye.
"Jase, do you love me?
I didn't see the point in working up to it slowly. I'd asked him to stick around because I needed to talk with him. He knew from the look on my face it was something serious. So as soon as the kids were done with their training and the mats were rolled up and all the gear was put away I faced off with him and just threw it out there point blank. Wrestlers aren't well known for beating around the bush.
"Of course I do," he told me. "You're my boy."
"I don't mean it like that. Are you in love with me?"
He scowled. "What the hell kind of a question is that?"
I just stared at him a moment or two, letting my words hang in the air.
"It's a question I want an answer to. I'm asking if you're in love with me, not just like mentor and boy. Romantically, the way you're in love with Kyle. I need to know."
Jase glared at me. I gave him a steely-eyed gaze right back.
"Why?" he growled.
"Because... I'm in love with Brady."
He rolled his eyes and hissed out a deep breath. Glared at me again, shook his head in exasperation, then cut loose with an angry barrage.
"I TOLD you not to jump into it so quick! This is exactly why we have a plan to follow! There's a set way of doing things and you keep fucking it up, doing whatever the hell you want! Why do you think we give every one of you guys a brother? It's so this kind of shit doesn't happen, so you can have a guy to be in love with, and you and your mentor can do what you need to do without turning into each other's fucking Valentines! But you jumped the gun, you brought that kid in before we were ready, and now look --everything's screwed."
Jase had no idea how hot it made me whenever he was pissed off.
"It's not screwed. Nothing's screwed. I'm in love with Brady, that's all."
"What about Carter?"
"Carter knows. He understands, because he's my true brother. He's part of it. He loves Brady too, not like I do but enough to understand how we feel about each other. He's the one who said I should talk to you about it."
"Look, you can't be in love with Brady. That's not the way -- there's a system, damn it!"
"Jase, your system left Travis hanging out to dry last year. He was a mess until we stepped in."
My cock was straining in my compression shorts. We were right in each other's faces and every bitter rant he made was like goddamn catnip to me. Each time I took a breath I was sucking in his hot, rank musk, sending an eager twitch straight to my groin.
"That was different. That's because Ben -- "
I sneered. "Yeah I know, it wasn't your fault. But it was Carter and me that got him together with Justin, not your dumbass system. He needed a brother and we got him one. It was the right thing to do and you know it."
"That still doesn't mean -- "
"Brady wouldn't even be here if I hadn't made him my boy. He's gonna be one of the best wrestlers this program's ever seen."
Jase sighed. He knew it was an argument he couldn't win, and I wasn't about to let him off the hook. "Maybe it's worked out okay so far but you're on very dangerous ground here. You need to be careful."
"You still haven't answered my question. Are you in love with me?"
"Not the way you think."
I glanced at his crotch and grinned. "That's not what that big dick of yours is telling me."
I reached over and gave his package a squeeze. Sure enough, his fat cock was stiff as a flagpole. His whole body lurched at the touch of my hand and he grunted deep and low. My eyes locked in on his.
"If we're a real family we oughtta be honest with each other, don't ya think?"
I squeezed his cock again and began stroking it casually, pushed him back against the lockers, moved in closer until we were chest to chest. He grunted again, this time more urgent and yearning.
"So, why don't you tell me how you really feel?"
He wanted so bad to resist but I pulled him in easily. Our arms instinctively clamped around each other and our lips mashed together. Jase's tongue attacked mine; his fingers dug into my lats. His hips flexed back and forth, grinding his thick hard cock against my own stiff meat.
"Mmmmnnngg!" he droned, tonguing me, his lips still plastered to mine. His arms tightened around me, clenching with all his strength until my ribs ached and I could barely breathe. Holy fuck, it was hot. I'd triggered his aggression and pushed him into that beast mode. From here on there'd be no thinking, no logical arguments, only animal lust. It was right where I wanted him.
He pulled at my T-shirt, practically tore it off me, and then his lips and tongue and teeth were all over my neck, my shoulder, my chest. I grabbed a handful of his hair and planted his face into my armpit and he licked and kissed and nibbled me like a starving man. I yanked his T-shirt off and we clinched up again, crushing each other in our arms until we heard our spines crack, pecs smashed together poking each other with rock hard nipples, abs meshing and grinding together. I gnawed on his ear and he let out a desperate yelp, shoved his hand down the back of my shorts and jammed his fingers into my crack, gripping my ass cheek and squeezing for all he was worth.
Suddenly Jase broke his hold and pushed me back. He pounced in once more for a quick, hungry kiss; grabbed my cock and tugged at my shorts.
"Shower," he snarled.
We stripped off the rest of our gear and he dragged me bare ass naked into the shower room. I loved being manhandled by that stud. He turned on the water full blast and threw me into the stream, squirted out a handful of liquid soap and started lathering up my body, kneading and squeezing each muscle and paying special attention to my stiff dripping meat. God, he looked so incredible. With no more cutting weight to worry about he'd added a good ten pounds of lean mass, putting him on equal ground with his brother Kyle. Still ripped as all fuck, with the water sparkling off every cut and curve of his shaved smooth body he looked like a genuine god. The way each fiber in his pecs, delts, biceps, triceps flexed and rippled as his big strong hands worked me over... his fingers slipping around forcing their way into my hole... and oh fuck, that huge thick cock pointing right at me, twitching and wagging up and down just waiting for its chance...
I got to work soaping him up, stroking and rubbing each muscle just the same as he'd done for me. His muscle felt fucking wonderful in my hands. Slick and smooth and warm and wet, his skin stretched tight over bulging biceps and massive pecs and goddamn incredible lats. And that shaft, rock hard and veiny, and that fleshy head, and those two plum-sized balls hanging low... Jase pulled me close and kissed me ravenously as I stroked and fondled and worshipped him.
And then he spun me around and I was planting my hands on the tile. I spread my legs and his big cock pressed to my hole and barged inside. Both arms underhooked mine and his meat slid all the way in and that stud began pumping in and out, strong and solid. I can't even describe how great it was to be his boy. He was my fucking hero and taking his cock was the best goddamn thing on earth. I loved that he owned me, loved when he shot his load inside me, loved that I made him so goddamn hot.
His hands shifted, one of them squeezing my pec and the other stroking my abs, lower and lower until it reached my cock. He kissed and nibbled at my neck as his meat skewered and railed me, again and again. I could go on just like that all night -- but Jase clearly couldn't. His grip on me tightened; his forearm locked around my chest and his hand clenched down on my meat. Then his body tensed, and he grunted, and slammed into me with a jolt. He jacked me furiously as he spurted into my guts and banged my ass with long, hard thrusts; my cock exploded in his hand, splattering my load against the wall. We moaned and grunted, our bodies jerking and shuddering and grinding against each other as our loads poured out together.
Finally spent, we slumped down on the floor together, the water still running, Jase propped against the wall and me in front of him leaning back against his chest, his arms draped around me. We stayed just like that a couple minutes before either of us spoke.
"It was so fucking hard," he said. "You have no idea. Every time we were together I just wanted to hold you and love you. But I had to be your mentor."
"And Kyle felt that way about Carter? And your mentor -- Pete? He felt the same about you?"
"I guess he did. It's natural. But it's not something we talk about. We have a job to do. We can't risk the distraction."
I smiled to myself. "You know how ridiculous that sounds, right? You're all in love with your boys but you can't even say it out loud? I thought this was supposed to be a family."
"The system works. You're proof of that, just like the rest of us are. We don't wanna fuck things up."
"Okay," I said. "Maybe. But I think it's about time this family came out of the closet."
The next day I couldn't wait to get Brady alone. I could hardly think about anything else all morning as we ran the high schoolers through their drills, teaching them the slickest transition to a bow-and-arrow and how to defend against it. He was keeping his distance, working with the kids on the far side of the mat. Not that we would've been able to have the conversation in the middle of wrestling camp. But after the way I'd talked to him the other day, and then last night sending him home as soon as practice was over, I was a little afraid he might have felt I was pushing him away. I'd told him I needed to talk to Jase and couldn't spend time with him as usual but I sure hadn't told him what it was all about. Now I just hoped we could get back to normal and his feelings weren't too hurt.
At lunchtime I thought I could take him aside but somehow he disappeared. I didn't see him around anywhere. Brady'd been such a big part of the camp, getting along so well with all the wrestlers and being a good example and role model. He obviously enjoyed it too; I couldn't believe he'd just pick up and walk out without even saying anything. Would he? I was turning it over in my head when I wandered into the locker room to take a piss, and heard some kind of commotion from behind a bank of lockers. I strolled around to check it out...
And there he was with Taylor, a prime hunk of 17-year-old meat, both of them shirtless, each with a hand down the other's pants, jacking each other's cocks as they made out like crazy.
I stopped short and gaped at them, not even saying a word, but my presence must have hit them like a thunderclap. Suddenly they turned and stared, eyes popping out of their heads, and jumped back from each other frantically. Taylor grabbed his shirt and hustled out of the room, his eyes on the floor, avoiding mine. Brady just slouched back against the wall with a crestfallen, apologetic, thoroughly busted look.
"Are you insane? Do you know how much trouble you could get us into? Weren't you even listening to what I told you? If he tells anybody what you did -- "
"I didn't," Brady told me. "He did. He pretty much jumped me. Like I did with you last summer, remember?"
That slowed me down for a second. "Okay, but still -- you can't mess around with these kids. That's not what they're here for."
"Taylor told me he's already been with three other guys in the camp. There's a lot going on in the dorm at night you don't know about."
Now I was fully derailed. Things seemed so different than when I was a 17-year-old at wrestling camp -- was it really only three years ago? Back then, sex between wrestlers was unthinkable. If it was actually going on, you sure wouldn't hear anybody admit it. But these kids -- wow. They were fucking fearless. Call it entitlement but if they wanted something they just plain went after it. I couldn't believe how much the world had changed. It was goddamn impressive.
That didn't solve my problem with Brady though. I looked him over coolly, then reached for his hand, pulled him close and kissed him, long and juicy. I stroked his buzz cut as our tongues played together all hot and sensual; felt oddly jealous wondering whether that was his spearmint gum or Taylor's I was tasting. Broke off our kiss and looked deep into his gorgeous eyes.
"Brady, you're my boy. Aren't you?"
He straightened up, all chipper and grinning. "Yes, Coach!"
"Okay then. You're with me, and nobody else, until I say so. Got it?"
"Yes, Coach!"
"Good. And you better save some energy for tonight `cause I'm planning something special. All right?"
"Yesssss, Coach!"
The rest of the day raced by. All afternoon, through dinner and the evening session, we were sharing smiles and trading glances, working close together whenever we could. I couldn't get enough of gazing at that stud's body, watching him tangle up with the high schoolers, loving the way he looked all sweated up. Listening in when he gave wrestling tips to the kids, just to be able to hear the sound of his voice. If there was ever any doubt I was in love with him, it was gone now.
And then back to my room, and closed the door behind us. We hadn't bothered to shower; I liked him nice and ripe, and anyway we'd need another before long. We shed our shirts, I reeled him in and wrapped my arms around him. We just stood there holding each other for the longest time, eyes closed tight, chest to chest and cheek to cheek, feeling each other's cocks harden in our shorts. His skin on mine felt so smooth and warm, so fucking perfect. His hot breath huffing on my shoulder made me drip. It was all I could do to slowly untangle and back off half a step to look him in the eyes, our hands still stroking and gripping each other's muscles.
"Brady... I want you to know I love you. I'm still in love with Carter but I'm in love with you too. Understand?"
His breath caught in his throat for a moment. "Yeah," he whimpered. "Me too."
"We're gonna find you a brother once school starts up in the fall, and you can have him all to yourself, and you're gonna love each other every bit as much as Carter and I do, I promise. But I'll still be in love with you, that'll be forever. Okay?"
"Yesss," he hissed.
"Okay. Now I wanna suck your cock, and I'm gonna keep on sucking till you blow in my mouth, and then I'm gonna swallow every drop."
We kicked our shoes off, I peeled down my shorts and watched grinning as he stripped off his. That big cock bounced out of his shorts already fully hard, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. I steered him to my bunk and we hugged once more at the bedside; I loved feeling his naked body against mine so damn much. I laid him out on the mattress and crawled between his legs.
I began by licking the inside of his thighs from knee to crotch, running my tongue slowly along his beefy leg all the way to the sensitive notch between his thigh and ball sack, first the left and then the right. He quivered as I buried my face in his crotch and nibbled and gnawed and licked. I worked on his balls, lapping at the underside of his sack, sucking each one into my mouth and rolling it around with my tongue. Then both of them together, filling my mouth, licking and sucking, my nose rubbing the base of his thick stiff meat.
His cock was so goddamn beautiful, perfectly shaped, long and smooth and so fucking hard. I ran my tongue up the shaft, teasing him; a fat glob of precum rolled down to meet me halfway and I gobbled it up and kept going until I reached the fleshy head. Brady twitched at the first touch of my tongue to his soft bulb and I teased him mercilessly, flicking it, kissing it, taking it in my lips and sucking, slurping, running my tongue all the way around the rim.
I gripped both his balls in one hand and pulled down slightly to stretch the skin of his cock taut, to make it even more smooth and sensitive. He grunted and moaned as I slid my lips down his shaft until my nose was buried in his pubes, taking his meat into my mouth whole. It felt so fucking good to engulf him completely, to feel his cock head pulsing in my throat. I held it in for a while, wriggling a bit to let him feel the way my tonsils rubbed on it, then drew back all the way until my lips were wrapped around his head and plunged it back in again, slowly bobbing up and down on his meat giving attention to every inch, worshipping his cock in a way no one had ever done for him before.
Brady gently stroked my head and neck and shoulders as I sucked him. I loved the way it felt. Nobody's hands are stronger than a wrestler's, and nobody else has such a fine instinct for handling another guy. I sucked and sucked him so happily, knowing just how to light up all his most tender spots with my mouth; his hands pushed all the buttons that revved up the rest of my body, made my own cock ache and drip and beg for release.
With my free hand I groped for the jar of Vaseline that I always kept within easy reach; popped the top and dipped a bit onto my fingers. His legs spread eagerly as I teased his hole, slipped one and then two inside. He was all mine now; with two fingers up his ass, a firm grip on his balls, and his cock jammed down my throat, his whole being was in my power. I sucked and slurped, tugged and squeezed, teased and tortured, and he grunted and sputtered helplessly like an animal incapable of human speech, his body twitching and jerking all over. His precum was flowing out, coating my mouth with his rich salty cream.
I could have edged him like that for twenty minutes, maybe an hour, but I couldn't help myself, I wanted to make him blow fast and hard and out of control. I drove him harder, gorged myself on his cock while I attacked his prostate like he'd never experienced in his life. Brady yelped desperately, barely able to stand such intense pleasure in his cock and hole and balls all at once. His body stiffened; he drew a deep breath and held it, seemingly unable to let it out. Suddenly with a jolt he unloaded; a flood of hot cream gushed into my mouth like it was blasted by a firehose.
I swallowed and swallowed as he poured his juice into me, his whole body erupting in shudders. He gripped my head and held on, barking out sharp cries and moaning uncontrollably as I kept prodding and teasing his prostate and milking his cock. He spurted over and over again, one hot blast of cum after the next, and I gulped down each fresh shot gratefully until I'd taken his whole load.
As soon as he was done shooting, Brady launched into me like a wild man, bowled me over and dove on my cock, licking and sucking and slurping desperately. For a guy who'd just blown a shattering load, his energy was incredible. He strained to push my meat down his throat as deep as he could, deeper it seemed than ever before. I just lay back and enjoyed it while that young stud did his best to make me shoot every bit as hard as he had.
He didn't have long to wait. After all I'd done with Brady's hot cock and gorgeous ass and seeing the way I'd driven him over the edge I was more than ready to blow one myself. My dick was already dripping before he'd even touched it, and now that I'd fully accepted the way I felt about my boy, worshipping his incredible muscles and being in love with him body and soul, I couldn't possibly hold back. His buzz cut tickling my abs, his strong hands gripping and squeezing my ass cheeks, his eager tongue and lips all over my shaft were way more than I could stand. I unleashed and poured myself into him, my hips bucking as I fucked that beautiful face and spouted my seed, a burning tingle of intense, overwhelming pleasure washing over my entire body. I blew an enormous load and my cock kept on throbbing and twitching, straining to draw even more fluid from my depleted balls and deliver it into that warm wet mouth. My boy just kept sucking and sucking until there wasn't a drop left. He looked up into my eyes with the sweetest smile I'd ever seen.
I pulled him on top of me and we tangled up and held onto each other tight, kissing and snuggling with each other. It was insanely satisfying, like nothing I'd ever felt in my life except with my brother, and my mentor. Now Brady had truly entered the inner circle too.
"I love you so much," I told him, stroking his head.
"I love you too, Coach."
"No. Not Coach. Tonight, and whenever I'm with you like this, I'm not here as your mentor. I'm your lover. You call me Ryan."
He gazed into my eyes shyly. "Okay, Ryan."
"That's my boy." I gave him a squeeze. "And Brady, I want you to know, if you feel like getting together with Taylor or any of the other guys, as long as they know what they're doing and they're cool about it, it's okay with me."
"Other guys??" He smirked, and laid his head on my chest. "Why the fuck would I ever want anyone else?"
Yep our boys are steaming up the room again. Brady and our hero got things settled between them, and Jase and Carter are on board with it too. Wrestling camp's almost over but there's still a little more summer left before they have to go back to campus, and you know damn well they all want to end their vacation with a bang. 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!