Brady was spending an awful lot of time with Carter and me. He'd come over to our room and hang out nearly every night, whenever we didn't have a session at Duncan's. His roommate over at the freshman dorm was pretty much a complete zero so there wasn't much point in him sticking around there. He'd come over and just find his own space, do his homework or whatever, while my brother and I took care of our own shit. A lot of nights Brady would end up sleeping on our homemade wrestling mat, curled up next to our bed without even a blanket, while my brother and I cuddled together for a while and then climbed into our separate bunks.
Carter didn't mind, now that Brady and I had things sorted out and his wrestling was back on track. We all knew it was only temporary. Once we found a brother for my boy he'd be way too busy dealing with that to spend much time with us. But it wasn't going to happen overnight. There was a lot more to it than just finding someone to make Brady happy; whoever we chose for him would also have to be a boy for Carter, a new member of the family, and a future stud wrestler for the team.
We were taking our time to make sure we got it right. There were a lot of new redshirts to choose from. Meanwhile, Brady was tagging along with us like a puppy dog - but that was okay. Hell, I'd be fine with it if the whole damn team bunked in with us. The more muscle packed into the room, the better.
As for the privacy thing, it was never an issue. I mean, we were used to mashing up together in front of a crowd - in skin-tight singlets in the wrestling arena, or naked and oiled in Duncan's basement. If Carter and I wanted to fuck in our own room we sure wouldn't get squeamish about it in front of Brady. He'd pretend not to watch but we knew he really was, and knowing it - knowing he was being sneaky and secretive about it - made both our dicks a little extra hard.
And, gotta admit, it was good to have a third guy around to talk over all the team and family stuff. Even if he was a brand new boy, the guy had some useful ideas. That hit home to us just a few weeks before our first meet of the season.
"We need to do something about Travis," I said. "This has to be his breakout season."
Carter nodded. "He's so close. He's got all the skills, he just needs everything to gel."
"It better happen soon. Have you seen that Maryland kid? If Travis doesn't pull it together, he could lose his spot in the lineup."
The Maryland kid was Willis Gartner, a prep school product from some DC suburb, last year's state champ from a state that wasn't really much of a wrestling powerhouse. He was expected to redshirt this season but he'd been tearing it up in the wrestling room like you wouldn't believe. And he wrestled 133, same as Travis.
"So, how do you make somebody a better wrestler?" Brady asked.
"Skills," I said.
"Attitude," Carter chimed in.
"No. He's already got those. I mean what gives you the edge? What are you guys all about? It's the fire, Coach. We need to get him fired up."
"How do we do that?" I was a little slow at times.
Brady giggled. "How do ya think? We go after his dick. Team effort."
Carter and I traded grins. "We'll need to get Justin on board."
"Trust me, he'll be fine with it."
We started the next afternoon in the locker room when all of us were getting dressed for practice. Travis's locker was right behind mine. We were both stripped down to our compression shorts and I moved in behind him without a word, wrapped my arms around him and started softly kissing his neck. He sighed and instinctively leaned back into me; his tight lean body felt so good against my skin. I fingered his nipple with one hand while my other drifted across his abs, slipped into his shorts and wrapped around his cock and began stroking.
Carter approached him from the front, looked deep into his eyes, reached over and stroked his head gently, then grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him in and started making out while I still worked his cock and kissed his neck. Travis didn't know what the fuck was going on but he was hard as a rock in no time, and eagerly tonguing my brother back. I kept tweaking his nipple while Carter reached around to his ass, squeezed his cheeks and teased his crack. We sandwiched our buddy between us, mashing and grinding our bodies against his, and he whimpered and squirmed desperately. Those lean solid muscles felt amazing; every time he moved, it made my own cock twitch and ache.
We kept working and working him until he began to leak, and then suddenly we broke off both at once and left him stiff as a flagpole. Travis was utterly confused. He stared at us long and hard with one of those "What the fuck?" looks but we just finished getting our gear on and grinned back and joked around casually like it was any other day. All he could do was go on about the business of getting ready for practice like nothing had happened... but his cock was still boned as all hell, he was horned up beyond belief, and frustrated as fuck.
And then just as he was bent over the bench tying on his shoes, Brady swung by, cupped his balls in one hand and rubbed his chest with the other, gnawed on his ear and pressed a nice thick cock to his crack, and then darted away.
Travis bounded into practice like he was on a mission to attack somebody - anybody. His sexual energy was through the roof, which meant he was primed and ready for some hardcore wrestling. He ripped through the drills like a madman. Nobody who came anywhere near him stood a chance. The guy was so full of testosterone and adrenalin he could have chewed through granite. Gotta hand it to Brady, he definitely came up with the right prescription. And Justin surely reaped the benefits when they went home together that night.
The next day we did the same; all three of us pulled him back into a private corner and mauled him, Brady kneeling in front mouthing his cock through his shorts while Carter and I took turns making out with him and assaulting his body, pinching his nipples, squeezing and kneading every muscle, and teasing that hungry ass. Through all of this none of us ever said a word. Travis didn't know what was going on or why, but he sure didn't complain about it.
We'd had a discussion about whether we should limit ourselves to messing with him before practice or keep it going afterward. I voted no; it was all about getting our buddy primed to wrestle, and once practice was over there wasn't any point. Carter said yes; he thought the more we kept those hormones pumping through his body, the better. Brady couldn't decide - but he cast the deciding vote after practice, rubbing up against Travis bare ass naked in the shower. And if you've never had a soapy, shaved-smooth muscular body suddenly grind on you without warning in a shower room full of smoking hot wrestlers, believe me, it's enough to give you a whole new outlook on life. When I saw the way Travis reacted to it, I changed my vote. We fell into the habit of dragging him into the shower after the rest of the team had gone, and taking turns molesting our poor unsuspecting buddy.
All through the week, Carter, Brady and I kept him rock hard and dripping. It's hard enough for a college wrestler to deal with his raging sex drive even without the excess stimulation; when your hobby is tangling up with perfect male bodies in hyper-aggressive combat, the need to spread some seed is damn tough to keep in check. It got so he'd bone up the minute he left home for practice, like our own little Pavlov's pup. And it sure seemed to help his wrestling. With three buddies prodding him on and pushing him just shy of erupting every time he was about to go on the mat, his reflexes were quick as lightning and his killer instinct was razor sharp. He'd go off like a bear trap at anybody who even came near.
Friday was the big test. We always had scrimmages on Friday afternoons so the coaches could see how we matched up, and pencil in the starters for each weight class as we headed toward the season. We gave Travis a full dose that day. Carter and I ambushed him on the way to practice and pulled him into the weight room, where Brady had a bench all set up.
We stripped him naked and laid him out on his back; Brady pulled his arms back over his head while Carter and I held down a leg apiece and licked his pits, chewed on his nipples, and moved all the way down his sixpack till we were each sucking on one of his balls. We attacked his cock together, licking and sucking while Brady dangled his own big cock in Travis's face.
When we tasted that precum flowing out good and thick we backed away and rushed off to practice, leaving him with the usual blue balls and a swollen and urgent bone, and not enough time to do anything about it before he'd be called onto the mat.
He faced off against that Maryland kid, just like we expected. It was the first time I'd really got a good look at the new guy in a match situation. He was one of those long, lean, lanky 133 pounders, the kind that always gives trouble to a more compact wrestler like Travis if he's got any skills. Good looking kid too; black curly hair, a nice summer tan on him, and a dark, dark set of brown eyes. I could see from the first whistle he knew his way around the mat. As they locked up at center I started to wonder if what we'd done for Travis would be enough.
But it was no contest. Our boy charged into him and mowed him down like they were playing at different speeds; Travis was in high gear and Willis barely made it out of first. He put on a show like we'd never seen from him before, with powerful takedowns, big body slam mat returns, grueling leg rides. It was a good hard "Welcome to the NCAA lesson" for the kid, who really did look more than competent - but on this day, grossly overmatched. Our buddy was still hyped up and crackling with energy - and still hugely boned - when the coach blew the whistle and called it done.
Gotta say, all those extracurriculars didn't hurt my wrestling either. When the time for my scrimmage came up I felt like I'd had a dose of natural amphetamines myself. The other guy, our second-stringer, didn't stand a chance - granted, I'd wrestled him plenty of times and already knew all his moves. And Carter, and Brady -- they took care of their opponents just as easily; we were all enjoying the benefits of our private little pep rally.
When Carter and I got home that night, it was game on. I'd already told Brady we needed to have the mat to ourselves, so he was safely tucked away in his own dorm. My brother and I shed our clothes and clashed together.
We went at half speed, going through the motions of both offense and defense slowly, precisely, deliberately. It was a training technique Duncan had taught us, so we could learn to feel exactly the placement of our hands and bodies, the shifting of our opponents' weight, the interplay of balance and strength.
It was also intensely arousing. The feeling of our muscles flowing together and slowly grinding, our bodies working as one, my brother's hot breath on my skin... we wanted each other so bad it hurt. With one smooth maneuver we shifted naturally from wrestling to making out, arms wrapped tight around each other and legs intertwined, without even needing to signal the change. We stayed at half speed, no rush, no urgency, just relishing each move like we were soaking up every bit of pleasure and every new feeling.
Carter thrust his cock against mine and slowly rocked his hips back and forth. I did the same, thrusting and grinding in rhythm with my brother, taking his wrist and slowly guiding his hand to my crack. His fingers slipped in and out of my hole, stroking and teasing, and I slid my hand between his ass cheeks and probed in deep. We kept it up for what seemed like forever, unbearably long, cock grinding on cock and fingers plumbing deep into each other, until we were panting desperately. I wanted his cock inside me so fucking much I'd die for it. I wanted my cock inside him even worse.
And then somehow without even planning it I was on my back and Carter was straddling me, greasing my cock, squatting down. I felt his hole spread open to take me in, saw the smile on my brother's face, his incredible body bucking up and down. I squeezed his big smooth quads and ran my hands over his chiseled abs, stroked his hard bouncing cock as he rode me. His tight hole clenched my cock so perfectly, sliding up and down on me lighting up every inch of my meat.
He rode me hard, grunting heavy and deep; I strained to thrust upward and meet him halfway as he mashed back down on me. The look on his face told me he was loving it as much as I was. I could never get enough of that big beautiful stud.
He gripped his balls and pulled them down tight to stretch the skin of his cock as I jacked him, intensifying his pleasure. Our free hands met, fingers interlaced and squeezed hard. Sweat beaded on his forehead, ran down his face, dripped off his chin and onto my chest as he bucked and bounced and grunted, and I loved the feeling of being dripped on and wished I could lick his whole body dry. His face grew tense; his jaw flexed. I knew him so well, sensed he was close, and it made me so excited knowing he was about to cum.
Carter's grunts stretched into long low growls, punctuated with sharp yelps at the end as I hit that magic spot. I could see his whole body tighten, hanging at the brink and straining to hold on. And then his body lurched and a shot of white hot cream blew out of him, laying a thick stripe across my chest and abs all the way to my chin. Another, splattering sloppily all over me as my brother jerked and thrashed. And another, and another, pouring out of him uncontrollably, his hole twitching and spasming on my stiff rod. God, his hot dripping juice felt wonderful on my skin. I needed to blow my load into him like never before.
I grabbed his triceps and pulled him down to me until our chests were pressed against each other, clenched my arms around him with all my strength. I mashed my lips to his, and the moment our tongues made contact I unleashed. My quads went rigid and a huge surge of cum shot out of my cock, shattering every nerve in my body. I spurted into him again and again in complete fucking ecstasy, holding him tight, his hot juice squished between us, gluing us together. His tongue wrestled with mine and our muscles meshed and melded and felt so goddamn connected. We collapsed together still holding each other, and for all the world I couldn't imagine anything better.
It was still early. We hadn't even had dinner. We thought we better clean up and go looking for something to eat. Carter and I grabbed our towels, wrapped them around our waists and plodded down the corridor to the bathroom. Anybody who saw us would have noticed the cum smeared all over our chests and abs but none of our neighbors were around; they must have all been downstairs at the dining hall.
We squeezed into a shower stall together, turned on the water and let it run down over us, soaking up the heat until the little cubicle was good and steamy. Then we grabbed the soap and started washing each other, slow and steady and thorough. I loved the feeling of my brother's body, every curve and cut of his muscles, all that smooth, smooth skin. And I loved having his hands on me, all slick and slippery with lather, touching and rubbing and fondling me. If that good hard fuck had taken the place of our dinner, this surely counted as dessert.
He had his arm around my shoulders, standing so close together his left nipple and my right brushed against each other, his free hand gently squeezing and stroking my cock. Naturally I returned the favor. Being together in the shower like this, so close and comfortable and relaxed, was even more intimate and in its own way more satisfying than sex. It wasn't long before I felt my cock plumping and stiffening, and Carter's was feeling pretty thick and hefty in my hand too.
"I could blow again," I told him.
"Me too."
We grinned at each other and took the stroking up a notch, not really jacking each other but giving our cocks a good workout, soapy hands gliding up and down from base to tip and back again. We gazed into each other's eyes as we worked, grinning at every little change of expression as one of us hit an especially tender spot. Let's face it, as wrestlers we were trained to have our hands on each other, and to sense what the other guy was feeling. And yeah, every one of us had a good strong grip.
"I wanna shoot my load down your throat," he grunted, sexy and low.
"Know what I want?" I whispered in his ear, and then licked and gnawed on it a bit.
I knew my brother all right, stick a tongue in his ear and he's toast. He whimpered eagerly and those legs began to buckle; he stopped for a moment to chew on each one of my nipples and then dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I can't even tell you how special it was to have a gorgeous stud like him, a blue chip athlete and seriously handsome motherfucker who I loved with all my heart, and who wanted nothing more in life than to make me happy.
He sucked my cock and I gratefully stroked his head and neck and shoulders, completely amazed that I ever could have been so lucky. He looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and his thick lips wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't last another second. I gushed my load into him, pumped it right down his throat leaning on his shoulders for support, my whole body jerking and twitching pitifully. I blew so hard my head was swimming and my toes began to curl. Holy fuck, how could I ever have lived without him?
And you're damn right I gave him his turn. As soon as I could see straight again I lifted him up on his feet and assumed the position on my knees. I kissed his big swollen cock head, gave it a damn good licking, took it in my lips and slid it into my mouth. Grabbed both his ass cheeks one in each hand and squeezed good and hard as I shoved that thick meat in as far as it would go, pulled back all the way and jammed it in again, over and over and over. Any son of a bitch that made me feel as good as he did deserved to get all the blow jobs he wanted, and then some.
I fucking worshiped Carter's cock. I could dedicate my fucking life to it. I mean seriously, why wouldn't I? It was so damn easy to make that stud happy, to make the man of my goddamn dreams give me a great big smile and a kiss and a hug, and keep on coming back for it day after day. There was nothing on earth I wanted more than to make him feel good.
All of that was running through my head as I licked and slurped and massaged his incredible meat with my lips and tongue. I lost myself in the moment, focused on my brother's pleasure. Pretty soon his cock began to twitch, a telltale sign, and I jammed it in deep and held it, reared back and jammed it in deep again, and again. Carter's breath became heavy and frantic. He clutched the back of my head and then a flood of warm thick fluid poured into my mouth as his body swarmed with twitches and tingles. I gulped it down like a good boy, as a brother should. When he was finally finished spewing I stood and wrapped my arms around him, and we held each other and let the stream of hot water wash over us.
We toweled each other dry and staggered back to the room, too wrecked to even think about dinner. Crawled into my bunk together and held each other and just lay there loving each other.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come on in," I called out. We always left the door unlocked when we were in the room. Seriously, you'd have to have some kind of death wish to come busting in on two wrestlers.
The door creaked open and Willis Gartner stepped inside and closed it behind him. He looked us over timidly.
"I know what's going on," he said. "I want in."
Hey guys, thanks for sticking with me, and sorry I had to take a little time off -- real life called. Hopefully I'll get back to posting regularly now. And since a few of you have been asking about it, here's a little bonus for you - the wrestlers' family tree! Keep in mind as you look it over, the weights I have listed are what the guys wrestle at - when they're shredded down to near-zero body fat. Off season they'd each weigh 10-20 pounds more.
Duncan Kirk 5'11" 174 lbs -- Founding father, Coach Wilson's brother, Pete and Evan's mentor Coach Wilson 6'0" 184 lbs -- Founding father, Duncan's brother, Rob and Matthew's mentor Pete Wagner 6'1" 197 lbs -- Duncan's boy, Rob's brother, Jase's mentor Evan McKeen 5'10" 165 lbs -- Duncan's boy, Matthew's brother, Ben's mentor Rob Jackson 6'3" HWT -- Coach Wilson's boy, Pete's brother, Kyle's mentor Matthew Stevens 5'9" 157 lbs -- Coach Wilson's boy, Evan's brother, Greg's mentor Jase Atkins 6'0" 174 lbs -- Pete's boy, Kyle's brother, Ryan's mentor Kyle Ritterman 6'1" 184 lbs -- Rob's boy, Jase's brother, Carter's mentor Ben Hammond 5'9" 149 lbs -- Evan's boy, Greg's brother, Justin's mentor Greg Dillon 5'7" 141 lbs -- Matthew's boy, Ben's brother, Travis's mentor Ryan Cole 5'10" 165 lbs -- Jase's boy, Carter's brother, Brady's mentor Carter Hathaway 5'10" 157 lbs -- Kyle's boy, Ryan's brother Travis Murphy 5'6" 133 lbs -- Greg's boy, Justin's brother Justin Albright 6'1" 197 lbs -- Ben's boy, Travis's brother Brady Martin 5'9" 157 lbs -- Ryan's boy Willis Gartner 5'8" 133 lbs -- ???????
You might have noticed there's one wrestler on the list we haven't seen yet. I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up sooner or later, cuz there's a lot more story to tell. 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!