With the first dual meet of the season coming up, all of our energy was focused on nailing down the starting lineup. Travis, Justin and I were secure in our usual weight classes. Carter took over Shafe's old spot at 174 and Brady slid into Carter's at 157, each of them without much real opposition. Willis had more of an uphill battle.
Aaron had been our man at 149 the last two years. He hadn't been the most productive wrestler but he was well seasoned and he was a senior. Willis had zero experience at his new weight, zero experience in the NCAA. To take over the starting position as a first-year wrestler he'd have to show genuine dominance on the mat.
Problem was, in scrimmages the two of them wrestled pretty even. Carter truly believed Willis had the edge and I thought I could see it too, but it just wasn't cut and dried enough to take a senior out of the lineup. Aaron was a known quantity; Willis was not. The decision came down from Coach Wilson that Aaron would get the call for our first meet, and from there on they'd be trading off until one of them proved he had the clear advantage over the other.
Willis was crushed. Wrestlers need to wrestle, and he'd been dying to put on the singlet for an actual meet. Each one he missed would be shaving time off his college career. Brady took it hard too; he'd spent all those months helping his brother get muscled up, and now he was second guessing whether he'd done something wrong. But neither of them felt as bad as Carter did. He was Willis's mentor; he's the one who was supposed to have the boy ready to step into the lineup. If that didn't happen, it could only be taken as his personal failure.
The four of us were gathered in our room to talk it out, the two boys lounging together on the floor and Carter and me splayed out on my bunk. I was trying my best to smooth things over and lift everybody's spirits -- playing the team captain and giving them what I considered to be a balanced and unbiased perspective.
Brady nodded in agreement with everything I said, but let's face it, he wouldn't go against me if his life depended on it. Carter at least admitted it was just another challenge to face, and we'd all get through it together just like always; he was far from feeling good about it but knew it wasn't the end of the world. Willis wasn't so sure. He'd put in a shitload of work over the past year and now it seemed to him like it was all for nothing.
"You gotta remember," I told him, "we're still weeks away from starting the conference schedule. These early meets are like freebies. The coaches always test things out, play around with the lineup. It makes good sense."
"Yeah, that's right!" Brady chipped in eagerly.
"Whatever." Willis was in sulk mode.
"All you have to do is make a good showing when your chance comes. We have the Midlands over winter break; you'll get lots of matches in then. Lots of opportunity to show off your skills before we get to the meat of the season."
Willis shrugged. "If you say so."
"No, you don't get it, you gotta -- " but suddenly I realized I'm the one who didn't get it. Wrestlers don't solve problems by talking. I flashed a look to Brady and motioned with my head.
He frowned and gave me that "Huh?" look. My eyes rolled; I tried one more time, not too subtly cocking my head toward Willis's crotch.
Brady's eyes lit up. He leaned in on his brother from behind, wrapped his arms around him and shoved his hand straight down Willis's pants.
"Geez, get off me!" Willis griped, but my boy held on tight.
"Are you my brother or not?" Brady growled.
"Well yeah, of course."
"Then shut the fuck up and relax."
Brady got a good strong grip on Willis's meat and began stroking, first under cover of his shorts, then pulling it out into the open air. He kissed his brother's neck, nibbled at his ear. Pressed his bare pecs to Willis's shoulder blades, flexing and grunting deeply.
They'd rolled around together countless times in the past year but with that lean muscled body mashed up against him Willis sure hadn't become immune to stimulation. His cock stiffened in Brady's hand; his breaths became quick and urgent. In seconds they were wriggling out of their shorts and tangling up in each other stark naked.
Carter and I watched with big smiles on our faces as those two writhed around on the floor, grinding their bodies together, stroking and squeezing, licking and nibbling and making out. Brady rolled Willis onto his back, planted a hand on his brother's chest and held him down flat while he dove in and attacked that stiff cock, plunged it into his mouth and sucked and lapped and slobbered over it from end to end. Willis moaned and whimpered softly, rubbing Brady's buzzcut, massaging his neck and shoulders. His downhearted state of mind seemed to have suddenly taken a sharp U-turn.
It was great to see them get after each other; since they'd moved into our dorm this year and were living right down the hall from us they'd mostly been handling their personal matters in private. I realized I missed seeing them play and wrestle and fuck right in front of us like they'd done all through last year... which is probably why it took me a minute to remember they weren't the only ones who needed cheering up. My brother could use a bit of encouragement too.
I shifted position on the bunk to set myself up as Carter's little spoon. Sure enough, he draped his arm over me and snuggled up with a nice stiff bone prodding my ass. I flexed my hips slowly, grinding my crack against it, and an appreciative little grunt rumbled into my ear.
I slid my shorts down to my knees, squirmed and kicked them off my ankles. Reached back to grab my brother's, carefully pulled them over his shank, helped him wriggle his way out of them. Our eyes were still locked on the floor show; Carter kissed and nibbled my trap as he peered over my shoulder. Brady was still relentlessly sucking and throating, showing no sign of letting up until Willis gave him a nice hot load.
"Would you..." I started, and my brother didn't need any more coaxing. He reached back over his head and snagged the Vaseline jar. I could tell by the flexing of his arm that he was smearing a big gob all over his shaft, and then I felt two greasy fingers sliding up my crack, finding my hole and pushing in.
I don't think I ever told him so but I fucking loved it when he lubed me up like that. The way he took ownership of my hole, getting it ready to take his cock. The way his hand felt so goddamn strong but still tender, greasing me, stretching me, teasing me. As much as I loved fucking my brother, I could never get enough of having him inside me.
And then he gripped the inside of my knee and I raised my leg, opened wide, flexed my hips and pushed back to take him in. I felt his cock head pressed to my sphincter, spreading me, shoving in as he pulled my leg up farther and wider. His meat filled me inch after inch, past the second ring and deep inside me big and hard and warm, until his hips were flush against my cheeks and he was buried in me down to the root.
Brady was gripping Willis's balls, gently pulling and squeezing as he jammed that cock down his throat, drew back leisurely, then jammed it down again. Willis jerked and quaked on the downstroke, yelped as Brady hit bottom, moaned softly as he dragged his lips over his brother's thick shaft and sucked on the supple head. We watched them like proud fathers, sighing with admiration of our beautiful boys as Carter began pumping, in and out nice and slow, neither of us in a hurry. If he took the whole night to fuck me I'd just beg him to do it all over again tomorrow.
But Brady was a young buck still on the shy side of twenty. He needed to be rewarded, whether it was with his own load of seed or his brother's. He wolfed down Willis's meat, bobbing on it faster and harder, straining to plunge it deeper and deeper into his throat. Willis was close. He frantically pawed at Brady's hair but found no handholds on his fresh buzzcut; latched onto his traps, delts, ears, squeezing and pulling as his whole body twitched and shuddered with pre-orgasmic tremors.
One more time Brady pinned both of his brother's quads down hard, plunged that loaded cock in deep and held it in. Willis yelped desperately, groaned, and then jolted as he pitched a big spurt of cream into his brother. Brady swallowed and swallowed, drinking Willis's hot juice as it came gushing down his throat one slug after the next. Carter tightened his arm across my chest and drove his meat into me, giving me more and more powerful strokes as he watched his boy pour a nice full load into his true brother.
When Willis finally stopped twitching and Brady had downed the last drop of his cum they turned to look at us, both of them grinning when they saw what we were up to. And then just as quickly Willis shoved Brady over on his back, gave his meat a couple strokes and slid it into his mouth.
It was all the more exciting to us, seeing how those two took care of each other; it was proof they'd learned the most important stuff well. Carter held me even tighter and thrust into me harder. I turned my head to catch his eye and we made out eagerly, no more worries about our boys and only a compelling need to satisfy our own lust. His cock inside me felt wonderful, bludgeoning that magic spot over and over, making my insides jump and jiggle like they wanted to bust out of my skin. My body was humming with waves of pleasure that ran from my head to my toes, churned up by my brother's pumping meat.
I knew Carter was close when he grabbed my shaft and started jacking. He teased and tormented the crown of my cock head with his thumb, working his hardest to make me blow. I knew what he was up to. That boy liked nothing better than to feel my hole clamp down on him and spasm as he shot his load -- and who was I to complain? Giving my brother just what he wanted was the very best part of my life.
"I'm gonna shoot," I whispered, and he hummed back to me "Mmm-hmmm!" And then I let myself go, and felt my hole clench down on that rigid shaft as I spouted a long thick stream. My chest was splattered with cum; it dripped down my pecs and onto the sheets as my brother unleashed inside me. He thrust in as deep as he could to blow his seed far up my pipe, and with each new thrust I knew he was pitching out another spurt, and my ass clamped down on him once again as I cut loose with another surge.
The quakes subsided; our balls were drained dry. Our bodies still tingled as we slowly relaxed and settled comfortably together.
And then we felt the eyes on us. Those two monkeys had been watching it all, even as Willis sucked Brady's cock. Now that we were done, they made a quick finish of it; my boy threw a good hot load into his brother's mouth, they kissed, and lay there on the floor still tangled up in each other.
Nobody said a word for a minute or two.
"Okay, are we all good now?" I asked.
They all giggled back at me.
"Just checking."
Meanwhile, it was time Ric and Tanner became true brothers. They'd each been through a few sessions with their mentors. They'd worked hard and had earned a good reward, and needed to learn there was more to our family than just following orders. A lot more.
Naturally we all wanted in on it. This was a night they'd remember forever, a transformative event. Even Carter and me, who were bitter rivals before Jase and Kyle put us together, looked back on that first time as the very best night of our lives. But we all knew this was something that had to be shared between mentors and boys in private, no peanut gallery looking in. There'd be plenty more chances for the rest of us to see the two of them in action.
Luckily, Travis was more than eager to fill us in on every last detail.
Trav was at Duncan's training Ric when Justin and Tanner came clomping down the stairs. They'd dispensed with workout clothes after their first session; training naked felt more natural, more essential, and was just a whole lot more fun. Ric glared at the big guys when they stepped up to the edge of the mat, rolled his eyes and sneered when Justin asked if they could work in. He'd spent way too much of his life dealing with guys who thought their size was a free ticket to whatever the fuck they wanted.
Justin and Tanner shed their clothes and staked out a place on the mat just a pace or two from the little guys... now things were getting interesting. The mentors acted nonchalant, like it was any other day. They ran their boys through the drills, instructed them on proper form and technique, gave them all the usual insights, completely ignoring the other two naked guys wrestling just out of arm's reach. Ric and Tanner couldn't help sneaking peeks at each other now and again, whenever they could get away with it. Each wondered what the other was doing there, and why this had been sprung on them without any sort of explanation.
And then the drills were done, and the mentors announced it was playtime. Travis trotted to the cabinet for the olive oil, and Justin informed the boys they'd be wrestling each other.
Tanner snorted a laugh; the idea of going up against a guy as tiny as that was ridiculous. Ric was instantly boiling. He had no patience for superior assholes.
"Hey!" Justin boomed. "I said you two are wrestling! I didn't ask for any goddamn feedback! Can you wrestle? Or can't ya?"
"Yes sir," Tanner muttered quickly.
Ric glanced over at Travis. "Yeah."
"Okay then. Oil each other up, and don't miss any spots. Got it?"
The two boys nodded.
Trav handed over the oil and the boys got to work while their mentors faded back to the sidelines. At first they were pretty halfhearted about it but once they got their hands on one another, each realized he was dealing with a fine-tuned stack of lean, solid muscle; eight inches of height and seventy-some pounds didn't change the fact that they were both high functioning, grade-A specimens. From then on they worked more carefully, smoothing that oil over each other's bodies like they were something to admire and revere.
"That's enough," Trav called out. "You're good and slick. Go!"
Ric pitched the bottle back to his mentor and the two squared off at center.
Tanner lunged in first, but Ric easily darted out of his reach and he missed by a mile. The big guy hadn't ever been on the mat with someone who moved so fast. Ric thought he saw an opportunity to catch Tanner off balance and take him down, hit the right marks but couldn't budge him an inch. Each would have to re-evaluate his game plan for wrestling out of his league.
They abandoned the signature moves and went back to basics, the kind of stuff they'd learned and drilled back in junior high. With strength and speed differences and the added factor of oil, fancy shit wasn't near as important as good solid fundamentals. They slowed things down and focused on the things that were bound to work against any opponent, even an oily one.
It was a better strategy, from the standpoint that nobody ended up looking stupid. But Tanner couldn't hold onto Ric to save his life; that slippery little guy could squirm out of his grip in every situation. And Ric had no more success moving Tanner as he would if the guy was carved out of granite.
The two boys realized neither one was going to beat the other; they just didn't have the right skill sets. Once they accepted that and had gained a level of respect for each other, there was nothing left to do but have fun with it.
They teased each other, leaving themselves vulnerable to attack only to shut down the opening as soon as the other rushed in. They rolled around on the mat together, grabbing dicks and asses, tweaking nipples, flexing and posing for each other. They laughed and shouted like little kids, having the time of their lives, each of them hard as a rock. At the edge of the mat, Trav and Justin watched them and stroked each other's cocks, grinning.
Tanner was the first to run out of gas. Carrying all that weight around drains the tank pretty fast. His arms felt like sandbags. His legs wobbled and gave out, and he rolled over onto his back, sucking in huge breaths and blowing them out heavily. Ric wasn't about to pass up that opportunity; he pounced on top of Tanner, straddled him, latched onto the big guy's cock and teasingly rubbed it on his hole... then slid back onto the mat and kneeled between Tanner's legs, grabbed his ankles and pushed them skyward.
Travis and Justin gaped in wonder, anxious to see how the scene would play out... but that's not the way a training session is supposed to end. The mentors call the shots, not the boys. They bounded onto the mat and separated the two, lined them up facing each other on all fours with their noses barely a foot apart. Each one moved in behind his boy, greased his cock and plunged in.
Ric and Tanner locked eyes, gazing at one another as their mentors gave them a good railing. This was the bonding part of the ritual. Playtime had taught them to respect each other, but taking cock from their mentors together was what truly made them brothers. Watching each other get pounded, take a good hard fucking and love it, was the shared experience that proved they really were on the same page. Now they were more than teammates. They were part of the same family.
And it wasn't long before both of them were spurting their seed on the mat for each other, while their mentors dumped a hot load of cum into their guts. Justin and Trav had made sure the boys each blew at the exact same time, carefully boning and jacking them to bring them both off together. They watched each other shoot, amazed by the ropes of hot white cream laid down on the mat between them; saw the looks of relief and satisfaction on each other's faces and knew that deep down they were feeling the same thing.
When Trav and Justin finished, they pushed the boys together and stood before them, limp cocks dripping all around.
"You two are true brothers now," Justin bellowed. "You'll train together, you'll support each other and love each other. Forever. Just like Travis and me."
"We chose you for a reason," Trav told them. "You're here to become the best wrestlers, and if you're gonna do that, first you need to learn to be good brothers. Starting next semester, you're rooming together."
"We're hittin' the showers. You boys... get the mop."
The mentors tromped off to wash each other down. The two boys stared at each other, confused but smiling... and then hustled for the broom closet.
Tanner mopped up the sweat and oil and cum while Ric rubbed the mat dry with the towels. They made sure to keep at it until Trav and Justin were out of the shower, showed off their handiwork for the mentors' approval and then scurried away to take their turn. There was plenty of room in the stall but they stayed close together scrubbing each other clean. Then Tanner stretched out his beefy arms and pulled Ric in, wrapped him up tight.
The little guy plastered himself against his new big brother's pecs and abs, reveling in the feeling of all those huge muscles surrounding him. The big guy just loved having someone to be connected to, someone who'd always be on his side. A smaller guy who he could protect and fight for with all his strength.
"So... brothers, huh?" Tanner asked.
"Yeah. Brothers."
The dual meet came on Sunday. We were wrestling Northern Illinois. They were a fairly solid program but you just couldn't expect a MAC team to stand up against the Big Ten. We won all but two of our matches... and one of the losses was Aaron, at 149.
He lost by a tech fall, 17--2, in the middle of the second period. Bad enough that he only lasted half a match, but two of those points against him were for stalling. He'd been called on it three times in just over four minutes. An unforgivable sin.
Coach Wilson announced Willis would get the call for our next dual meet. If he won, he'd be assured the starting slot, but really all he had to do was look good... and it should be a cakewalk against Central Michigan. I called the guys together in our room.
"See, what did I tell you? Trust the program. The cream always rises to the top."
Carter sneered. "So you're doing clichés now? Is that what they taught you in team captain school?"
"Well it's true, isn't it?"
"Yeah." He gripped his package. I got a load of cream for ya... right here."
And the season is off and running. The family has taken over five of the ten starting slots in the lineup, and is well positioned to snag a sixth... as long as Willis can get the job done. The new boys are quickly learning what it's all about. With the excitement of the new season, this is the time when everyone goes charging out of the gate ready to take on the world... and that always leads to some fun times and interesting situations. So, stay tuned!
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