Brady and Willis were spending a lot of time in our room. They each had their own roommates back at their freshman dorms and getting some private time together was an issue. At our place they felt comfortable. They could do whatever they wanted right in front of us and never feel self-conscious about it. After all, we were their mentors. We knew them inside and out.
Mostly what they wanted to do was wrestle and fuck -- always in that order. They'd shed their clothes and get down on the mat together, tangle up and roll around until their hormones couldn't be ignored, and then pitch in and bang one out like there was no tomorrow. We never thought that little homemade mat we threw together would get so much use, for one purpose or for the other.
Carter and I were fine with it. Truth is, it was a hell of a turn-on for us, watching those two go at it -- and I mean the wrestling as well as everything else. We'd get a real kick out of seeing our boys put what we'd taught them to good use on each other, the grappling skills we'd drilled into them, and the advanced-level skills too. We could see the two of them bonding and developing genuine love for each other right before our eyes.
In a way it was like an arranged marriage; we'd put them together and told them they were true brothers, for keeps, without ever asking for their approval. But you have to understand the system. What we did was for the family and for the team, for wrestling. And it worked. There wasn't a single guy among us who'd ever want to give up the brother he'd been stuck with, not for anything in the entire goddamn world.
Our boys trusted us to tell them what was best. They believed in the system without question. That's what wrestling mentors and their boys are all about.
Carter and I were cuddled up together on the top bunk, bare ass naked as usual, looking down on the action. He was playing the role of big spoon and there's no way I could have been happier. The feeling of all that raw muscle engulfing me, holding me -- his chiseled pecs pressed to my shoulder blades, a burly arm wrapped around my chest and the other draped over my abs, his stiff meat resting comfortably along my crack -- made me so fucking calm and content, like there couldn't be anyplace better on earth. Every once in a while he'd lean in to say something deep and low in my ear and his scruffy cheek would brush against mine, or he'd just rest his chin on my shoulder and his hot breath would blow on my neck, and I swear my cock would swell up bigger and harder than it'd ever been in my life.
Of course, seeing our two boys wrestle each other was a big help in that department too. God, I loved the sight of Brady's body. His young muscles in action, flexing and rippling and meshing, had me hypnotized from the start. I couldn't get enough of watching him. That stud was a Greek sculpture come to life; every move he made was a new work of art. And holy fuck, that beautiful skin -- smooth and clean and shrinkwrapped to his body so every muscle and vein stood out in bold relief. Still with a hint of summer tan that was quickly fading, now that we were spending our daylight hours in the wrestling room. God, he was gorgeous. Whenever I saw my boy unleash his strength and pull off a power move, I could easily blow a load right then and there.
Gotta say, Willis sure wasn't so bad to look at either. His body was a very different type than my boy's, and his wrestling style showed it; lean and lanky, just an inch or so shorter than Brady but he seemed to have at most only half the muscle mass. What he had was in all the right places though, and he definitely knew how to use it. His game was all about balance and lightning quickness and finesse; he could slip out of Brady's grasp or turn the bigger guy's weight against him without even thinking, on instinct alone. The kid was as flexible as a snake, and all sweated up on the mat he looked just as sleek.
After only a couple weeks of hitting the weights with Brady, there were still no visible changes, but we could see in the way he carried himself that he was getting accustomed to the idea of adding some bulk to that thin frame. You could see when his lean muscles tensed they were getting all set to start bulging.
Brady had the kid down on his hands and knees and was trying for a turn, but Willis made a little shift, slid by him and executed a perfect reversal. Automatically Carter's grip on me tightened and he thrust his hips against me, his big cock grinding between my cheeks. It always got him excited to see his boy pull off a good move. I squirmed in his arms and pushed back against him, teasing his cock with my hole. My boy had already escaped and regained the advantage; between Brady's strength and his skills, he wasn't about to be manhandled by the little guy for long.
Carter gently lifted my leg. He pulled his hips back from mine for a moment, and I knew he was greasing up. I felt his fat cock head pressing on my hole and I opened myself up and welcomed him in. He slid in smooth and slick, his thick meat spreading me wide and pushing deep into my guts.
I loved having my brother's cock inside me. He filled me so fucking well. I hummed out a low, deep growl to let him know how much I wanted it and he began to pump me with long, slow strokes, nothing too aggressive or urgent, just a nice, relaxing fuck while we watched our boys wrestle on the mat and shared our good feelings with each other. I mean hell, it was sure one fuck of a lot better than popcorn.
Brady was straining hard to lock up a cradle on Willis but the kid just wouldn't let it happen. Every time my boy thought he had his brother caught, an arm would pop out or a leg, and a bit of leverage would pry his grip open until Willis's head was free. Soon enough Willis would wriggle out of the hold completely and Brady would have to start all over again.
Carter rubbed my abs teasingly, then reached down and began gently stroking my cock. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my mouth to his and we made out hungrily. I whipped my arm back and hooked it around his elbow -- almost a whizzer move, really -- snagged his wrist and stiffened my muscles; my brother intertwined my leg with his and just kept right on pumping my ass and stroking my cock and assaulting me with his tongue, both of us flexing and straining our bodies against each other in an earnest and incredibly carnal test of strength. Wrestlers need to wrestle, after all.
More than anything I loved those moments when we could blot out the rest of the world and focus completely on each other, our bodies locked up in combat and lust. It was exactly the same as a hard-fought match on the mat, when the two of you reach that point where nothing else matters. The crowd, your coaches, the referee's whistle all go silent, the lights in the arena dim down to nothing, and all that's left is you and him, man against man, flesh and muscle and bone, and two hard cocks wanting desperately to unload a lifetime's worth of pent-up testosterone and sperm deep into each other.
I could still hear the grunts and growls of our boys down on the mat, just barely, like they were coming from someplace far away. They made a good backdrop to the matter at hand, which was me shoving my tongue into my brother's mouth while he thrust his big cock into me and stroked and fondled and rubbed my rigid meat.
We were still going excruciatingly slow, pacing ourselves almost to the point of sheer torture; it wasn't just a casual fuck anymore, as much as it was a contest to see who could drive the other out of his mind with lust. Each time he pushed that cock into me I could feel every inch of it grinding on my sphincters, every curve and every glutted vein. I wrestled his tongue with mine just as teasingly, pinched and twisted his nipple, reached back and gripped his traps and squeezed hard as he flexed his hips to drive that thick cock into me.
I wanted so bad for him to just cut loose and bang me, to pound my ass hard and fast with no restraint. Or to roll over and let me ride him, bouncing on his cock like a cowboy until we both exploded together. But it wasn't gonna happen, not this time. He kept on pumping me slow, sliding that big cock deep into me and then dragging it back out again inch by inch; stroking my meat with a firm but careful hand, pushing and pulling me just a little bit closer with every stroke, making me feel the cum beginning to well up from my balls but keeping the pressure from building up too high.
I played along and explored his tongue with mine, curling around it thick and wet and searching out all his sensitive spots, no rush, just taking my time and teasing him nice and slow the way he was doing to me. Like everything else, this was a competition. There weren't any rules except for the ones we made up as we went along. And we were both determined to win.
Grunts from the floor below us. The sound of two exhausted guys panting, and flesh grinding on flesh, and every once in a while a body thudding onto the mat. Giggling while they reset, and then the sound of them wrestling again.
It seemed like Carter's cock had been in me forever, just grinding away slowly, like he planned to keep it up for the rest of the week. And his fingers wrapped around my stiff rod, gently working me harder and harder, making me dead certain I'd never be quite right again unless my cock was in his hand.
All of it low energy and very low key, except somehow I was sweating. I felt his overheated body plastered to mine, felt the drops of his own sweat dribbling over my pecs and my ribs, and I flexed and squirmed in his arms just to feel myself rubbing against his smooth skin, our wet bodies gliding and grinding together. Our sweat and our musk mixing and smearing all over each other.
Carter upped his game and went on the attack, making out with me furiously, kissing all the sensitive spots on my neck and collarbone and gnawing on my ear. But still he fucked me and stroked me so -- damn -- slowly. I was nearly out of my head; I wanted to cum so bad but he wouldn't let me. He just kept teasing and teasing me with those long slow insanely delicate thrusts. His hot breath was huffing on the back of my neck; he nuzzled me with his nose and kissed and chomped on my traps and ah fuck, my whole body felt like a balloon getting ready to pop.
I was dripping precum so bad and sweating like a pig; I knew the sheets must be soaked. I grabbed his wrist and squeezed, tried to force him to jack me harder but he wouldn't, and I was so fucking weak by then I couldn't make him. I started to whimper pitifully, begging for release, and each time I made a sound I could feel his whole body shudder, like the noises I made were going straight into his gut and down to his balls, and making every one of his muscles twitch and quiver.
My toes were numb and tingling. My forehead was on fire. I could feel it crawling up my legs and down from my head, going straight for my cock. I tried to hold it back, to lie there getting fucked and stroked and licked and kissed without letting it overtake me, but there just wasn't any way. It crept through my entire body as thick as sludge, spread up my quads and down my abs and over my hips and ass and balls and then rushed right up my shaft.
I let out a yelp as my cock erupted, blowing a huge stream of hot white cream all over myself and all over the sheets. My hole clamped down on my brother's cock -- it felt so fucking good inside me -- and suddenly Carter bucked and jolted, and he clenched his arms around me tight and jammed his meat deep into me, and held it while he unloaded his seed so deep up my guts I could practically taste it, his whole body rigid and twitching. I spurted again and again, frantically, choking that goddamn meat with my hole, and he slammed and mashed it into me and spewed out a good long hard load.
We were both so goddamn breathless we couldn't say a word; we could only finish draining our balls and then slump together on the mattress, wallowing in our own juices, almost too exhausted to move. Slowly I turned to face him, draped my heavy arms around him and rubbed my sweaty, cum-splattered chest and abs against his. We kissed each other sweetly and then settled in like dead-tired slugs to watch the end of the show.
Willis was flat on his back and Brady crouched between his legs, taking the kid's stiff cock into his mouth and swallowing it whole, one hand clasping Willis's balls and gently tugging to stretch the skin of his shaft and enhance the feeling of warm wet lips and tongue running up and down, up and down, from the base all the way to the tip and back again. Good boy, I thought to myself. Willis was still so fresh, every sexual experience was something brand new. He pawed the mat desperately, wriggling and squirming, and urged Brady on by stroking his head and massaging his shoulders and neck.
I watched how the muscles of Brady's back flexed as he dipped his head in to suck that cock, traps and lats and rhomboids and rear delts each popping out in turn with the motion. And Willis's slim torso, pecs and abs and obliques and serratus so fucking lean and tight, meshing and shifting under his skin as he panted and heaved out each gasping breath, dark nipples poking up brazen and hard and so, so suckable. God, it was sweet to see them in action. Carter rubbed his body on mine and I snuggled back against him, feeling the way those tired muscles so comfortably blended with my own. We fucking loved watching our boys like this. It was every bit as special for us as it was for them.
Brady slid Willis's cock out of him mouth, long and hard and covered with his spit, and gave the head one last kiss before running his lips slowly up the centerline of his brother's abs, to his breastbone, to his neck. The two began making out lustily, romping and playing as they eagerly shifted their bodies into position for the main event, Willis's knees spreading and raising, Brady slipping two oiled fingers between his cheeks and plumbing his hole to prepare it for what was to come.
And then my boy's big cock was pushing in, Willis's eyes shut tight, his back arching and straining as he felt that thick meat plow into him. Brady sank it all the way in and held it until his brother caught his breath and opened his eyes and begged him for a good hard fucking. And then the pumping began, face to face, eyes locked onto each other. Brady plunging in again and again, his beefy glutes rocking and flexing; Willis clutching his brother's head, shoulders, anything he could grab, and holding on for the ride.
They banged each other furiously, Brady ramming in like a jackhammer, Willis rocking and flexing his body to meet him, wrapping his legs around his brother and spurring him on with heels dug deep into Brady's ass cheeks. They fucked joyfully, glorying in each other as if they'd been waiting for it all their young lives. The way they threw their whole bodies into it, into each other, was such a pleasure to see. We were still too wrecked to do anything about it but Carter rested his cheek on my shoulder and slid his hand around to hold my limp cock and balls, and just having my meat in his hand felt so goddamn wonderful while we watched our boys put on a show.
They knew we were keeping watch on them, just as they knew we were fucking in the top bunk while they wrestled. It was only natural; none of us were the least bit uncomfortable about it. Brady and Willis would be just as eager to fuck whether Carter and I were in the room or not. But it gave us all a little extra boost too, made it all the more exciting for mentors and boys to be fucking our brothers right there within sight of each other. It made us feel all the more like family, and strengthened our bonds. And besides, it was hot as fuck to see a guy who you spent so much time drooling over having a good hard session with his very own blue chip stud and true brother.
Brady pounded away while Willis bucked and moaned, begging for more and so damn hungry to blow his load. My boy slowed his pace and began long-dicking his brother, pulling out all the way to the tip and then slamming in again with a big brutal thrust. Willis was frantic; he underhooked Brady's arms and pulled him close, mashing their lips together and gripping his brother's shoulders as tight as he could. Brady responded only by ramming in harder and harder; his jaw clenched, eyes glazed over.
Suddenly his whole body cut loose and he spouted into the kid, every muscle fiber straining as he seized up in violent spasms. Willis took the cue and let himself go, twitching and jerking right along with his brother, his thick hot cream erupting out of his cock and blasting over their bodies, splattering their smooth sweaty skins, dripping thick and gooey from their pecs and ribs and dribbling rich and syrupy onto the mat. They collapsed together and wrapped their arms around each other and ended with a long, soulful, hugely romantic kiss.
My brother had already fallen asleep, his warm breath soft and steady on my shoulder. I loved the feeling of his body weight against me, completely limp and relaxed. I shifted a bit and let him cover me like a blanket, held him in my arms and drifted off to sleep with our two boys still cuddling each other below us.
Carter and I woke up early and untangled ourselves, giggling at the dried cum that was crusted onto our skins. Our two boys were still cuddled together at the corner of the mat, still naked, arms and legs intertwined. The mop and bucket were standing in the corner; the mat had been swabbed clean.
I gave my brother a look and we nodded to each other. Good boys.
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