There was a redshirt on the squad named Andy Currock. He was a short guy, maybe 5'6" at most, and he wrestled 149. Not the greatest on the mat, competent enough but not in any danger of breaking into the starting lineup soon. But my God, the guy was built. To be honest he looked more like a fitness model than a wrestler; his pecs, his abs, shoulders and arms had that ultra beefed-up, fine-honed look that seemed to be more photogenic than functional -- the kind of body guys drool over. He was a handsome fucker too, light brown hair and bright green eyes, a boyish 18-year-old face and a constant gleaming smile.
Each day at the end of practice, Justin, Travis, Brady, Willis, Carter and I would wait for the rest of the team to wash up and then head into the showers together. There were six shower heads in our locker room so it was a good chance for all us family members to get together and share a little camaraderie, trash talk, naked time, hot water and suds. But lately, whenever we'd go in for our rinse-off, Currock would still be in there lingering by himself. I'd swear he was always one of the first to head in there too, rushing in as soon as the coach dismissed us. Either the kid was into some long-ass showers or there must have been something else that kept him in there.
We didn't mind. If one of the heads was taken then Willis would share a head with Brady, or Carter and I would double up. In fact, it became a running joke and sort of a game between us, trading off every day which of us would share a shower head because Currock was taking up one for himself. I'd double up with Travis sometimes, or Carter would share with Willis, or Travis with Brady... we always left Justin on his own, because he was just too damn big to share with.
And all the while, Currock would be there standing under his own hot water stream, eyes half shut, barely moving, soaking up the heat and the atmosphere. If he hadn't been so damn nice to look at, it might have gotten annoying.
I was pretty well convinced he was there to scope out all the guys on the team, and liked showing off for them as much as he liked the view. He always seemed to have a trace of a smile on his face and his cock was never quite completely limp. But I figured he was too repressed to do anything about it; he always kept to himself around us, and never so much as joined in on our conversation. I had him pegged as one of those guys -- and there were many in our sport -- who liked to look and liked to be seen but wouldn't ever make a move in real life.
Until that one night...
I was on my way home from the library and thought I'd stop by Brady's dorm. I liked to check in with him now and again, just to be a responsible mentor. It always made both of us feel good when I'd sit down with him and play the big brother -- and often enough, the session would end with a little quality time between us. That night I wanted to make sure he understood something the coach had said in practice; it wasn't really necessary but it was as good an excuse as any. I swung open his door and stepped in like always -- we were way beyond any need for knocking -- and stopped short, with my breath caught up in my throat.
There was Currock bare ass naked and bent over the bottom bunk, and my boy balls deep in his ass. Willis was there too, sprawled across the mattress on his back, making out with the kid while he took Brady's cock from behind.
If anyone even knew I'd strolled in, it sure didn't make much difference. They just kept right on with their business without so much as a glance back my way. I grabbed a desk chair, spun it around and settled in to watch the show.
Brady was going at it as fierce as I'd ever seen him, plowing into Currock like there was no tomorrow. With me he'd always been submissive, no matter whether I was nailing his ass or riding his cock; it was the way a boy and his mentor were supposed to be. And between him and Willis it was pure romance, physical as fuck -- they're both wrestlers, after all -- but in a very loving, brotherly way. Now it looked like he'd reached a whole new level. He was banging away like a wild man, ramming that ass for all he was worth, and from the sound of it Currock couldn't have been happier about it.
I watched as Brady's hamstrings tensed and flexed in a powerful rhythm, his muscular back rippling, his ass cheeks bucking and clenching to drive home each and every thrust. I gazed at those meaty white cheeks and thought of how many times I'd slid my rod in between, gliding along that crack and pushing into his tight hole, and my cock was as stiff as a board in no time. My hand drifted down and rested on my package, not really stroking it but just feeling it a bit through the soft thick fabric of my sweats, adding a little extra spice to the atmosphere.
Currock's lips were mashed against Willis's through all of this, his moans and yelps and whimpers muffled but leaking out every once in a while as the two of them shifted to a fresh line of attack. Willis seemed perfectly relaxed lying there flat on his back making out with the kid, one hand massaging Currock's traps and the other casually stroking his own meat. Both of them rode wave after wave as Brady dug in with his toes and slammed in hard, rocking the mattress and their bodies and even the steel bunk bed frame.
I was pretty sure they couldn't keep up that pace much longer; Currock's moans were getting desperate and Brady was twitching and jerking in a way that told me he was getting very close. But all of a sudden my boy pulled out and backed off, and he and his brother switched places. Willis lined up and plunged into that ass while Brady stretched out on the mattress and started making out with the kid. Currock just sighed all dreamy and happy, like there was nothing better on earth than getting plumbed by two good hard cocks one right after the other.
It was during the switch that Brady first looked over and saw me sitting there. He was startled at first, but then gave me a grin that said he was goddamn proud of the way he performed and glad I was there to see it.
And then Willis worked up to speed and was pounding away at that muscled ass just as forceful and strong as his brother had. Currock was flexing those beautiful cheeks and taking it like a champ, and making out with my boy like he was starving for it. The whole room was thick with testosterone and musk. The sight of all that prime muscle in action, the sounds they were making, the scent of those hot young bodies had me leaking in my sweats and loosening my jacket just to keep from overheating and soaking through my clothes.
Willis fucked and fucked until he ran out of steam, and then one more time they switched and Brady took the lead again -- no telling how many rounds they'd already been through before I walked in. The three of them were dripping sweat, their bodies slick and glistening, showing off every cut of their muscles in the light of their study lamps. Their breaths were drawn from way down deep in their guts; the sound of it alone was enough to churn a man's balls. There's something about watching guys push themselves to the limit that's hotter than any porn on the planet, even when there's no sex involved. Seeing this, being barely two steps away from such a display of raw sex and skin and sweat and beef, was enough to give any man jack-off material for a month.
The moans and grunts on all sides were getting louder and louder. Brady clutched Currock tight in his arms, leaned in and growled in his ear like a hungry tiger. The kid was toast from there on. He broke off his kiss with Willis and whimpered pathetically, begging whoever to either hold him back or let him blow. His whole body jolted, he wailed and blew out a good thick spurt that splattered off his chin and splashed onto Willis's chest. He kept on spewing, his muscled ass clenching on Brady's cock, and my boy drove in and cut loose with his own load deep into Currock's guts. The kid didn't leave Willis hanging either; he reached out and jacked that cock until a healthy shot of hot cream blasted into his face, ran down his jawline and dripped off his chin.
I sat there motionless, watching as the three of them spurted and spurted and drained themselves, collapsed together exhausted, finally rolled over and began to clean up. Currock smeared the cum from his face and licked it off his fingers, then wiped the rest onto the bedsheets -- the campus laundry must love taking care of the freshman dorms. He crawled into his clothes and headed for the door with a hasty word of thanks, barely meeting my eyes but smiling on his way by.
Brady strutted over to me still naked and gleaming, casually dabbing at himself with a towel while Willis kicked back on his bunk lazily cleaning up.
"How's it going, Coach?"
I was a little bit speechless at first.
"All good on my end... you guys enjoying yourselves?"
"Fuck yeah. He's got an amazing ass."
I looked him over carefully. "I've... never hooked up with anybody outside the family. I don't think any of us have."
"Oh... " Suddenly he looked concerned. "Is it against the rules?"
"I wrestle him every damn day at practice," Willis butted in. "What's the difference?"
"No, it's fine. There isn't any difference." After all the training we'd done, I'd surely be full of shit if I said anything else... and besides, I was still fully boned. "It's just... safer to keep things within the group."
"Whatta ya think, the guy's Caligula or something?" Willis sneered.
I shot him a glare of warning to stay the fuck out of it.
"Well," Brady began, "this was -- "
"The first time?" I smirked. Yeah, I'd heard that one before.
"No, not exactly. But it was the first time we'd gone this wild."
I sighed. "Look, he's our teammate. He's a wrestler like us. There's nothing wrong with taking it off the mat. But you're part of a family too, and I don't think he'll ever be, so you need to be careful, that's all. You don't want to do anything that could hurt him. And you don't want to get any of the rest of us into a bad situation. I don't know how else to put it, but just... be careful with him, okay?"
He nodded. I wasn't really trying to scold him, I just wanted to be sure he understood. But he looked at me all sorry and ashamed, like he thought he'd done something wrong... and somehow that made my dick even harder. I gave him a smile and rubbed his head, kissed him on the cheek and squeezed his delt, and he grinned at me with relief, reached into my sweats and grabbed my cock and started stroking. God, he was such a good boy.
The next night Carter was training Willis over at Duncan's and I was on my own. I had a little extra energy to burn so after I finished studying I went out for a run. Came back to the dorm and hit the shower. I was toweling off in my room, airing out my damp naked body when there was a knock at the door.
"C'mon in," I called out.
The door creaked open and Currock stepped inside. He looked me up and down, then slowly stripped all his clothes off until he was standing bare ass naked before me, just two feet away. His eyes met mine with a hungry, pleading look. Damn, he was beautiful.
"What's up, Currock?" I asked him, playing it cool.
"Why don't you ever call me Andy?"
That one threw me off; I hesitated a second. "I'm sorry. Andy. What can I do for you?"
He smiled at me in a way that I swear made my heart jump, and stepped in very close.
The kid didn't say another word but just gazed into my eyes, and I gazed right back like I was hypnotized. I swear I'd never seen eyes so green in my life, and so goddamn gorgeous, and so... inviting. He reached out carefully and brushed my triceps with his fingertips, and ran them slowly down my arm... touching me so lightly, almost like a breath of air, and somehow it was as intensely sensuous as anything I'd ever felt in my life. Our eyes were locked in on each other but without even shifting my gaze I was taking in his whole body at once, that classic square jaw and effortless smile, the veins wriggling over his delts and down his biceps, those smooth white beefy pecs and huge, incredible, perfect nipples... and our cocks lengthening and rising together, arching toward each other in unison and pointing ever upward.
His fingertips reached my wrist and started gliding back up again, but now his palm rested against my forearm, his fingers curled loosely around. He was upping his game and it felt amazing; the feeling of his skin on mine just made me hungry for more. By instinct I reached up and rubbed his shoulder, slid my hand behind his neck, cradled his head and pulled him in.
I was kissing him before it even registered what I was doing; we took it so slow and it felt so natural I let it happen without a second thought. It began with just a light touch of his lips against mine, and then another and another, each lingering just a little longer and each leaving me wanting more. When he finally settled in and gave me his mouth and his tongue I was so damn ready for it I could have mauled him but somehow he took the lead and set a slow and comfortable pace. Our arms wrapped around each other's bodies gentle and easy, just like we were made to fit together. Our muscles meshed with each other so cleanly, our skins pressed together so smooth and warm, our cocks lined up straight and rigid side by side.
We stood in the center of the room making out for minutes on end, no hurry, just enjoying the way we felt together, exploring each other's bodies, sharing our feelings, and lighting each other up with our tongues. In no time I was tingling from head to toe; even the air around us seemed charged with electricity, and the soft spongy surface of my homemade wrestling mat was stirring up shivers of pleasure from the soles of my feet.
At some point I felt his hand on my cock, gripping, stroking, stroking... and I reached out for his and felt it stiff and thick and warm on my palm, in my fingers, a perfect fit. I fondled and squeezed and stroked it just as he was doing with mine, matching his rhythm. I slid my other hand down his back, along the base of his spine, over his beefy glutes, into his crack.
He eased me back gently to my desk chair and I sat, leaned back, still kissing him, still handling his shaft and feeling him handle mine. He broke off our kiss for a moment and spit into his hand, rubbed it over my cock, and I flexed my hips forward to give him a better grip. He pressed his mouth to mine again and straddled my chair, lowered his ass to my cock head. I felt his hole twitch as we made contact, and he pushed down on me and spread his sphincter and took me in, all in one motion, clean and smooth.
His ass felt flat out wonderful wrapped around my meat. It was warm and tight and so fucking needed. Almost instantly he began grinding on me, working my cock in and out, back and forth, and the feeling of that tight hole running over my shaft and all the little twitches and squeezes it made as he rode me had me feeling so goddamn good I could barely stand it. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close as he worked me, loving each beautiful muscle as it flexed against mine.
At first we were still making out as we fucked, our tongues wrestling and playing together and curling around one another, a connection every bit as intense and satisfying as my cock in his snug chute. In time we broke it off and clutched each other harder, his cheek pressed flush against mine, each of us panting and grunting into the other's ear. My body strained to push deeper and deeper inside him on each of his downstrokes; my arms around him, my pecs, my traps tensed and tightened with every beat. His hard rod rubbed against my abs dripping and bulging, his muscled back arching and relaxing. Our skins were bathed in sweat. The scent of him alone was making me desperate to shoot my load.
Soon his grunts were punctuated with little whimpers. He was grinding on me in a way I knew must be hitting that secret spot. I couldn't help grinning as I heard his cries, felt his body shudder and twitch. He bounced on me faster and harder and then suddenly he was shooting, his cum gushing up hot and thick, his hole spasming wildly on my shaft. I couldn't hold back; I cut loose and blew inside him, spurting into his guts with all my strength. It was such a welcome release I wanted to pour myself into him completely, just keep on blowing and blowing till my balls were dry. I wanted to feel his hot cream spewing onto my abs and my chest until I was drenched. We clenched each other hard and rocked together as we unleashed, both of us quaking and lurching, holding each other steady and sharing the jerks and jolts of our muscles and the throbbing of our cocks..
Long after we'd finished shooting we still held each other close. His cum was smeared between our abs, sealing us together. His body felt like a part of me, and I just wanted to keep on holding him close, not talking, not moving, just breathing. Enjoying the feeling of being together. But one of us should say something...
"You're a great team captain," he whispered.
I chuckled. "Thanks, Andy."
"No, not just because of this. I've seen how you are with the guys. You're a true leader."
I cocked my head back a bit and looked him in the eye. Yep, he was still just as gorgeous as ever. "I appreciate that. If I can do anything to help with your training..."
"Ahhh, no. Thanks but I'm doing okay. I mean, I have to work my ass off just to keep up with you guys. I know I'll never be a great wrestler -- we can't all be, right? But that's not really what I'm here for."
I peered at him curiously. "What, then?"
"I just fuckin' love taking wrestler cock. I'll work as hard as it takes to get it. I know most of you guys are here to compete -- and don't get me wrong, I love being on the mat too -- but truth is, getting banged by a teammate is the only thing I fuckin' live for."
"Really? You only fuck wrestlers?"
"Well, yeah. If I can get a wrestler, why would I ever go after anything else?"
I gave him a squeeze and pressed my cheek against his again, holding back a laugh as I stroked his head. Our cocks were soft now but I was still inside him. He was such a sweet kid I couldn't bring myself to pull out, and he seemed to be happy with that.
"You know what, Andy?" I said after a moment. "I've got some friends who are gonna love you..."
And just like that, a new player enters the arena. Ryan's world is getting a little more complicated. He's starting to branch out in a different direction, but it's all good; the family will stay strong. The guys will be testing their limits to see just how far they can go, but in the end, as always, it's all about wrestling and fucking and brotherhood. They might get into a little trouble but they'll always come back together for a big wet finish. So, stay tuned!
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