When the spring semester ended and everybody cleared out for the summer, Carter and I stuck around. The plan was to spend the whole break together working out to make sure he'd hit the ground running next fall like a champ in his new weight class. There were plenty of rentals in town that were happy enough just to have tenants for the summer, and especially if they were a pair of clean-living wrestlers who weren't exactly known for the kind of drunken debaucheries that ballplayers and fratboys always seem to get into.
We found a landlord who gave us a cut rate deal on a furnished apartment just a short ways off campus... and I had the feeling we might not have got such a sweet deal if we hadn't been two good-looking guys with chiseled bodies. All-American looks and big biceps still get you places in this world.
As mentors, we had a set of keys to Duncan's place. His weight room was better than any gym in town and his mat was always rolled out and ready to go. It became our everyday ritual to head over there for our workouts, weights in the morning and wrestling in the afternoon. If Duncan was in town he'd watch over us, work out with us, and give us a buttload of helpful advice. When he was out on business, we had the place all to ourselves. It was fucking incredible.
Jase was on campus running the wrestling camps for the schoolkids again, as soon as their classes let out for the summer. I'd been helping him out for the last two years but this time he chose Brady as his assistant. It was a good call. They always liked to have a younger guy assist because the kids could relate to him easily; he was one of them just a short time ago, and seemed like someone they could grow up to be in another year or so. Besides, I was busy enough with the Carter project.
And it was good for Brady too. With Willis spending the summer at his parents' house six hundred miles away in Maryland, he needed something to distract him from being alone... well, as long as he didn't get too distracted by all those 17-year-old wrestlers.
So there we were, my true brother and me with a whole summer ahead of us and nothing to do but pump iron and wrestle. No classes, no parents, no coaches, no schedule, no deadlines. It was fucking heaven. For our gym workouts we always stripped down to our compression shorts; we made up an excuse about keeping an eye on our muscular development but really we just loved looking at each other, and loved the freedom of working out in our underwear. For wrestling we'd start out in our shorts but usually end up naked, with or without the oil. Wrestling's all about flesh on flesh and skin on skin. Anything else is a compromise.
About the fourth week of the summer, a visitor popped in.
"What the hell, aren't you two horndogs supposed to be training?" a deep voice bellowed. "Or just dry-humpin' each other eight hours a day?"
Kyle.
Carter was all grins at the sound of his old mentor's voice. He hopped up off the mat, trotted over and gave him a hug, bare ass and boned up cock notwithstanding. Of course I wasn't the least bit shy either about getting caught with my dick out, any more than my brother was. We'd all stripped and wrestled and fucked in front of each other -- and with each other -- way too many times to start getting squeamish about it now.
Kyle smirked. "Damn, boy, you look bigger already! And all that fresh new beef is feelin' solid!" He squeezed Carter's delts, then his triceps, and ran his thick fingers over my brother's rippled abs. "You'll be stronger'n me in no time -- hell, maybe you're already there!"
"One way to find out," Carter taunted him.
"Oh that's it, huh? You think I couldn't still wrack your ass?"
"Dunno. Sounds like you're the one's got something to prove."
Kyle puffed his chest out and gave him a mean look, then busted out a grin and peeled his shirt off. He kicked off his flipflops and shed his shorts, and damned if his oversized meat wasn't looking for action -- it was swollen and stiff and pointing straight ahead. I cleared out while those two squared off at center and stared each other down.
"Oil?" Carter asked.
The big stud pretended to think it over for a moment. "Sure, he said, "sounds good. I wouldn't want ya to hafta take it dry."
So I went to the cabinet and grabbed the bottle of olive oil. Those two studs stood there eyeing each other with clenched fists and set jaws, inches apart, like MMA fighters at a weigh-in. It was only theatrics, all for show, the kind of goofball shit a real wrestler would never bother with -- but if they were gonna play games, so could I.
Without a word I pitched in and began oiling my brother, slathering it good and thick all over his body, rubbing it into his triceps and delts and traps, spreading it over his abs and quads and glutes. Carter stayed rock solid as a statue while I gave particular attention to each of his sensitive spots -- his nipples, the crack of his ass, his ball sack, his rigid shaft and the head of his cock.
And then I started in on Kyle. I wasn't at all sure he'd sit still for it but after watching me work on Carter I guess he was hungry for attention. He flexed for me appreciatively as I oiled his arms and those huge pecs. He'd gained some mass in the past two years -- from his wrestling weight of 184 to well over 200 now -- but hadn't lost a bit of muscle tone; the big guy felt strong as an ox. I reveled in the feeling of running my hands over those huge slabs of meat, groping and fondling his muscles... and more. It was something I could never have done before without risking a serious beating, but since he'd decided to put up with it at least for today I was damn sure gonna make the most of it.
I finished my job and backed off, and at some unheard signal they suddenly launched into each other and clashed together at the center of the mat. I settled in at ringside to watch; it was a goddamn sight to see. Two jacked and fired up bucks in their prime thrashing it out raw ass naked, muscles rippling and grinding together, showers of oil and sweat blasting off them as flesh smacked against flesh and bodies slammed to the mat.
I hadn't had many chances to see them wrestle like this. It was the kind of thing they did mostly in private, in their training sessions, or while I was busy tangling up with Jase. But now I could sit back and really study the way they worked together.
Carter was magnificent. He was clearly overmatched but he knew the big guy well enough to keep out of trouble and stay in the game. He used every skill in the book, pulled out insane moves I could never have imagined. And above all, he did not ever quit. My true brother wrestled like a madman against a much bigger, much stronger opponent, one who was more experienced than he was and knew how to pick apart his defenses. He fought like a warrior, like a true champion, and I was so fucking proud of him my heart could've burst wide open right then and there.
But eventually Kyle wore him down; the guy was just too big and too strong. It was a valiant effort but slowly Carter began to weaken, and Kyle boxed him in and took control. Watching the two of them like that, seeing the incredible effort my brother was still making to fend off the big moose's attacks, I realized this was exactly what he needed. Carter was training to wrestle a weight class above me. He needed to be going up against a larger, heavier guy. Nothing would be better for him than to have his old mentor step in and show him how to handle the big boys.
Kyle had my brother broken down flat on the mat. He backed off just enough to let Carter rise up to all fours and regain his base only to have Kyle wedge himself in between his knees and pry them open wide, a firm hand planted on his back. Carter's ass was ripe and gaping; Kyle's thick oily shank was rigid and ready.
I stared in amazement as the big guy pressed his massive cock head to my brother's hole and pushed in. As it entered him it seemed to swell his whole body like a pig in a python; I know it was all in my head, but I'd swear I could see my brother's hips being forced open just a little bit wider. It sank into him inch after veiny, rock hard inch, impossibly deep, until it was fully inside him. Carter's eyes were glazed over like he was in a trance. His whole body and spirit were focused on taking that cock. Even from the sidelines I could see how much he enjoyed it; gobs of precum were leaking down his shaft and dribbling onto the mat.
This is what my brother had dealt with for more than two and a half years. That huge shank of meat was the cock that had trained him, that rewarded and punished him time and time again. His hole was stretched to the limit as Kyle started pumping him, plunging in again and again with a hard, driving rhythm. I couldn't imagine how he did it, and couldn't get enough of watching that monstrous rod thrust in and drag back, shoving Carter's poor sphincter in and pulling it out again with each stroke. I couldn't imagine taking that on a regular basis; I'd be wrecked for life. But my brother's hole always wrapped around my own normal-sized meat just as snug as a glove, even after he'd been with his mentor only an hour or two before. The man's ass must have been made of elastic.
Although the rest of him was human enough. As Kyle kept banging away, Carter was grunting louder, longer, deeper... and much more desperately. If the visual hadn't done it, the soundtrack alone would have made my cock stand up straight. I jacked myself eagerly as I watched them; I mean, if you can't get off on the sight of your true brother getting nailed by a genuine muscle god stud who he flat out idolizes, you must have some serious issues. Me, I was jerking myself like a fiend, and loving every minute.
I knew from the sound of it Carter wouldn't last much longer. His breaths were coming short and quick; his grunts had almost become yelps. He was clearly enjoying the fuck out of getting railed by that massive log.
Suddenly his lungs seized up and his face went beet red. He shut his eyes tight, lurched forward and blew out a spurt of hot juice. His ass was so full of cock that the cum squirted out of him in a stream, like holding your finger over the end of a garden hose; Kyle's thick meat had nearly pinched off his pipe completely. I gazed in wonder as he kept on spurting out one stream after another, shooting clear up to his head and beyond while Kyle crooned to him "Good boy," and rubbed his shoulders and head.
When he'd finished, the big guy rammed into him with two or three powerful thrusts, and then all those huge muscles clenched up tight, veins popping out all over. He bucked hard into Carter's ass and his whole body erupted in shudders as he unloaded his balls deep into my brother's guts. When he'd finished, he wrapped his big arms around his boy and held on until they were both spent and exhausted, curled up on the mat together dripping sweat and breathing easy.
I left them to handle the cleanup on their own and finished myself off in the shower -- and it sure didn't take long before I was hosing down the tile with my own hot cream, dumping my load and milking out every last drop, watching it all go swirling thick and rich down the drain.
From that day on, Kyle became a regular part of the program. He'd already arranged his work schedule for it. In the mornings my brother and I would hit the weights and cardio; afternoons, we'd get on the mat and go through our warm-ups, and then I'd hand him off to the big guy for the main event. I could see how much good it was doing Carter. He was turning into a genuine beast before my eyes. He sure was tired by evening though, with hardly any juice left over for me -- but it was all for a good cause. And I'd be the one reaping the benefits when his transformation was finally done.
After ten solid days of watching those studs wrestle and fuck, I was beginning to get restless. I excused myself from the afternoon workout and headed over to campus to drop in on the wrestling room. It was the final two-week session of camp, the senior elites. I wanted to make sure Brady wasn't getting too cranked up and frustrated, spending his days inside a room full of sweat-soaked, hormonal teenage flesh... or whether there was anything in there that was worth getting cranked up over.
The scene, as I expected, was fucking incredible. You ever want to have your goddamn breath taken away, just step into a room full of cocky ass seventeen-year-old wrestlers who are bent on showing off for each other and impressing the college coaches. They were still only high school kids but they were fired up beyond belief, and flashing their young muscle at every opportunity -- what they lacked in NCAA-level skills, they did their best to make up for with attitude. These were kids who'd been training to wrestle since they were five years old, whose lives revolved around developing their bodies and using them to dominate their opponents. Compared to the average high schooler, these were grown men.
I'm sure some of them were eighteen already; their parents had bought into that Midwestern tradition of having them repeat eighth grade so they'd be bigger and stronger for high school sports, and more likely to snag a scholarship. It was mainly a football thing, but you can't always tell at age 14 which sport will end up being your kid's free ride. He might be a star quarterback, but if the boy's got the hunger to wrestle, he's never gonna be satisfied with some dumbass ball game.
The campers were all paired up drilling their Granby rolls, packed in so tight on the mat there was barely any room to squeeze in between them. Jase picked his way through the crowd giving little pointers and words of advice and encouragement to each wrestler; a fundamental goal of the wrestling camp is that no one should ever feel left out. Brady was doing the hands-on work, getting down on the mat with the guys to show them the proper technique and timing.
At the moment I walked in the door he was working with a young stud who had me drooling from twenty yards away. The kid was down on his hands and knees while Brady moved in from behind to cover him. He had the pale skin of a true gym rat, a perfectly muscled body with fine, soft contours that made him look more like a Greek statue than a shredded-up fish filet, a mop of dark hair and a pair of light gray eyes that sent laser beams straight to my dick. At Brady's signal he went into the roll, and he moved so fluid and goddamn precise a quiver ran down my spine.
I could see how the guy was responding to Brady, gazing at him with big wide eyes, hanging on his every word, following each instruction to the letter as eager as a pup. There was definitely some hero worship involved, and maybe a bit of a crush. He had solid skills too, and as coachable as it seemed he was, he'd probably land a spot on a decent college program. The way he oozed sex -- and with that gorgeous smile -- there wasn't a wrestling coach in the nation who'd pass him by without at least a second look.
Brady was handling it well, strictly professional. He kept the kid on track and kept his own hands right where they belonged. Of course they were only drilling, not wrestling, so it was easy for him to stay in control -- especially with Jase in the room. For me though, not so much. Watching the way those two related, their body language, the obvious sexual tension between them had me boned in no time. My compression shorts were doing their job. I only hoped my baggy outer gear was providing the camouflage I needed to keep me off the sex offender list.
And that's about the time Jase noticed me. He glanced over and spotted me, gave me a smile and a wave... and then took a closer look. The smile twisted into a sneer; he gave a quick eye roll, and then got back to work. Playing the tough guy as usual. What could I say except that he was my mentor and I was his boy, and the old pervert had trained me well.
Brady moved on to the next student, slowly making his rounds on the mat. I grabbed a spot in the bleachers and hung around for the rest of the session. It was hypnotic, watching them go through their drills and their scrimmages; I could easily sit and watch young studs wrestle eight hours a day. It was fascinating as hell seeing how my boy interacted with each different athlete. And I kept an eye on that other one too, the dark-haired kid with the cock-stiffening eyes.
When they broke for the day, a few of the kids came over to say hi. It took me a little by surprise. I wasn't used to being a celebrity; even around campus, wrestlers don't get recognized on sight. But to this crowd, yeah, I was somebody special -- an NCAA All-American, just what each one of them was dreaming to be. They gave me shy looks and smiles, fist bumps and handshakes like they wanted to snatch away some of my DNA.
Brady came around when the last of them had filtered out of the room. He yanked me to my feet and hugged me long and deep, and then stood with a hand on my shoulder gazing into my eyes.
"Reliving old times?" he taunted me.
"Just checking up. Wanted to see how you're doing."
"Oh, it's great, so much fun. I'm trying to be a good coach just like you were for me."
I laughed. "Not exactly like me, I hope. I ended up banging one of my students."
"Only because I begged you for it."
"How are things going?" I asked him, as fatherly as I could. "How's Willis? You're not letting these little studs get to you, are ya? I noticed that dark-haired guy..."
"Oh, him? Nah, don't worry. He's a sweet kid, that's all. Kinda looks like Willis in a way, right? Maybe he's kinda impressed with me or something, I dunno. But Willis and me, we're good, we Face Time..."
"You're done for the day?"
"Yeah. More or less. Jase usually has a talk with the guys after dinner but I don't need to be there. Half the time I just go home ..."
"Come home with me."
Brady stopped short, looked me over, and nodded. "Okay, Coach."
Carter was home already when we got there, lounging on the bed in his compression shorts recovering from the daily onslaught. Brady greeted him all grins, especially when he got a look at our king-sized mattress. It was a far cry from a shabby dorm bunk. We'd been living in luxury for over a month, and no doubt we'd end up hopelessly spoiled by the end of summer.
"Go ahead," I coaxed him. "Try it out."
He hesitated a moment. "Uh... Carter looks pretty relaxed there, I don't want to disturb him..."
"Don't be so delicate. He won't mind, go on." I shot my brother a sly look and shoved Brady right on top of him. Carter latched onto him like an octopus, rolled him over and held him down.
We were all three giggling as I peeled off my top layer and jumped in with them, and we both got to work stripping Brady -- which he was only too happy to let us do. In seconds the three of us were in our underwear wrestling playfully, grabbing dicks and asses wherever we found them, nibbling and gnawing on whatever came within reach. I loved it when we messed around in underwear; it was such a great tease. There's nothing hotter than watching each other's cocks swell beneath that thin layer of fabric, just before ripping it off and exposing a feast of bare raw meat.
I was kissing and licking my boy's abs while my brother chewed on his ear and made out with him, our hands roaming all over rubbing and squeezing his muscles. It had been a while since Brady'd been with us and we both missed him. There was something about mauling him two-on-one that we always found very satisfying, and the way he responded so eagerly was the icing on the cake. His gorgeous body wriggled and twitched in our hands; his little moans and whimpers made us hard beyond belief.
I slid up alongside him and took turns with Carter making out with my boy, pressing up one on either side, our hands trading off between stroking his cock and massaging his balls. He looked so goddamn grateful and happy it just made us want to keep working and working him. I loved sharing him with my brother, driving the boy wild and making him cum for us.
"This is your day," I growled in his ear soft and low. "We're your family. We're here for you. Tell us what you want."
"I want both of you," he gasped.
"You'll get us. Who do you want first?"
"No," he moaned, practically choking. "I want both!"
Neither of us had ever tried a double penetration or really even considered it, but it sounded like that's what he wanted. I glanced at Carter and he gave me a look back like he didn't quite know what to do. Truth be told, I wasn't exactly sure either. But it did sound hot as fuck, having my cock pressed up against my brother's, squeezed tight together inside Brady.
"So... you ride one of us and the other comes in from behind?"
"Well, that's not the best way to do it. It's better if you're both lying down opposite directions with your legs splayed over each other so your cocks are together, and I can mount you both at once."
I was nearly speechless. "How do you know all this?"
"Well, Andy." Currock. That explained a lot. But it also raised some questions, not only about Brady and Willis but the other guys too.
"And you've done this?"
"Not as a bottom... but I want to try, with you."
Carter and I traded another of those looks. We thought we'd better test him first, to make sure he was ready for it -- in case his eyes were bigger than his sphincter. I wrapped my arm around Brady's shoulders and held on tight while my brother fingered him, first with one and then two, and three... at four he was grimacing, and when Carter sank his hand in up to the knuckles he yowled in pain.
"Maybe we should save that for another time," my brother told him. "I know you want to take us both at once, and I'm sure you can, but it might take half the night to get you loose enough."
"Yeah. I get it." Brady nodded. "Well, you guys can just spit roast me then. I'd like that just as much."
Carter frowned. "Sorry, what?"
"I'll suck you while Ryan nails me from behind."
Nobody had a complaint with that... but it sure sounded like my boy had found another mentor. I liked Andy well enough, but I had to wonder if having an eighteen-year-old freshman for a sexual guru was a sensible choice. We might not have been up on the popular slang but our family had its share of experience.
But that quickly became the last thing on our minds when the boy dove in and started sucking Carter's cock. My brother arched his back and sighed appreciatively. It was beautiful to watch that young stud swallowing his shaft, rearing back and licking and teasing his head before plunging it into his throat again. I loved the way Brady's traps would flex as he sucked it in and out. Then he shifted position and suddenly a drop-dead gorgeous ass was staring me right in the face, with cheeks as muscled and round and smooth as anything you could dream of. I didn't hesitate for a second; I mashed my face into that crack and licked his hole for all I was worth.
Brady's ass twitched and puckered. He whimpered and giggled as I ate that sweet hole, even with my brother's cock shoved deep down in his throat. I slipped my hand around his hips, found his stiff meat and jacked him as I kept on licking and prodding and teasing. There's nothing like a warm wet tongue in your ass and a helpful hand gripping your cock at the end of a busy day.
With my free hand I was already groping for the jar of Vaseline. I was hard as fuck and already dripping something fierce, and couldn't wait to get my cock inside him. Carter read my mind; he slowly pulled his legs underneath him and raised up on his haunches. Before I knew it he was kneeling on the mattress slowly grinding his hips to face fuck Brady, who bobbed along with him on all fours, ass in the air primed and eager.
Well, I sure wasn't about to wait any longer. I pressed my greased cock to his hole and pushed in. It felt wonderful, as it always did, sliding into my boy's tight ass. The feeling of my shaft being gripped by those tender rings, gliding through from the head to the root and back again as I slowly pumped in and out, was sheer magic. The sound of him slurping my brother's cock and the look of intense pleasure on my brother's face had me hot beyond belief. I held Brady's hips firm and railed him with good solid strokes, careful not to bang so hard it would mess up his action with Carter.
I wrapped a greasy hand around Brady's meat and jacked him as I fucked him; nobody who's taking cock in the ass and the mouth at once should have to jerk himself too. And I told him over and over in a deep low voice what a good, good boy he was -- words that never failed to make his breath quick and his toes curl, and words I absolutely meant with all my heart.
Carter and I locked eyes and grinned. We were both enjoying the fuck out of sharing Brady; it had been much too long. Having him in the mix actually drew my brother and me even closer, in a way we couldn't quite explain but accepted without question. We leaned in and kissed over Brady's back, and the little stud seemed to get even more fired up and excited. He loved us as individuals and as a couple, that was clear, and loved playing a part in our bonding rituals.
Pretty soon he began twitching nervously. I could feel his muscles beginning to tighten up and I knew he was close. I plowed him with good long strokes, giving us both an easy, very enjoyable ride.
Brady's whole body stiffened for a moment and then jolted. With my hand still gripping his shaft I could feel his load surge through his pipe and come bursting out. He spurted long and hard, trembling all over. I wrapped both my arms around him and held on tight, loving the way his muscles quivered and shook, loving how his hole clenched and spasmed on my hard cock as he spurted again and again, driving me closer and closer...
I didn't have any reason to hold back. I let myself blow, a shattering load gushing deep into his guts. I seemed to keep spouting forever, squeezing every last bit of cum from my balls and pouring it into him, so much I thought I'd fill him completely. I kept gripping him tighter and ramming into his ass, and squeezing out more and more juice. I wanted him to take it all, every drop, until every fucking sperm I had was swimming around inside him.
Carter held out the longest; he'd already shot a load for Kyle not even two hours before. Brady slurped and sucked him, tickled and squeezed and tugged on his balls. He showed his appreciation by rubbing my boy's head and cradling it in his hand. Finally I saw his grip tighten; he pulled Brady's head in and flexed his hips forward. Then a look of sheer pleasure came over his face, and his body jerked and twitched while Brady gulped and swallowed. He stroked my boy's head gratefully as Brady licked and kissed and worshipped his still-leaking cock.
We all cuddled on the mattress together with Brady in between us. The boy'd had a long day with the campers; he was fast asleep in no time. Carter and I snuggled up against him. That muscular young body, limp and relaxed, made an incredible pillow.
I shot a look over to my brother. "How did you ever learn to take Kyle's cock?" I whispered.
"Practice," he whispered back. "I got used to it."
"But the first time... didn't it hurt like hell?"
He shook his head. "Nah... he was gentle."
"Gentle? Kyle???"
"Well, sure. Remember, he's Jase's brother. How long do you think Jase would put up with it if he wasn't?"
"Good point." I chuckled softly, rolled over, and snuggled up closer against Brady.
I love summer, and so do the guys... there's nothing like having a little off time for some unstructured fun; you never know what might happen. And if you've been following along, you know there's a big event coming that they look forward to every year, a great excuse to cap off the summer with some major, rampant debauchery before they have to go back to campus, back to class, and back to their training schedule. So, stay tuned!
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