Our second dual meet of the season came up before we knew it. We were counting on an easy win over Central Michigan, another tune-up before the tough competition started, but it never paid to be too cocky.
All of us were focused on Willis's match. Carter had drilled him and drilled him through the week, making sure he was ready. All he really needed to do was look good, but a major decision would probably mean he'd have the starting spot at 149 all to himself.
Travis hurried to the locker room and showered quickly after winning his match so he'd be back in time to see it. Brady quit loosening up and took a seat with the rest of us at the sidelines, even though he'd be up right after. Carter, Justin and I wouldn't be wrestling till after the half so we had time to spare. Our legs were all going like sewing machines when they called our boy to the mat.
Turned out we had nothing to worry about. Willis demolished his opponent. He was on the attack from the whistle -- we'd especially warned him about the refs being quick on the stalling calls this season -- and manhandled the guy relentlessly. With the new takedown rule, three points instead of two, he built up a big lead quickly and was close to scoring a tech fall by the beginning of the third period. The little Chippewa managed to hold him off but it was still a major. Willis busted out a double-biceps pose for the crowd and trotted to the showers, rightfully proud of himself.
His energy carried us through the meet. With each new match our man would charge onto the mat like he was shot out of a cannon, and it was all major decisions for the rest of the night, except for Justin scoring a fall at heavyweight. A damn good way to get us fired up for the meat of the season.
We were still sky high through the team handshakes and the waves to the crowd and Coach Wilson's locker room talk. As we were packing up our gear and getting ready to head home, Jase stepped in and cornered Carter.
"Duncan wants to see you at his place. Tomorrow night." I'd seen him up in the stands, cheering us on as always.
"About Willis?"
"No. About you."
Carter and I traded an uneasy glance. "Should I come too?" I asked.
"It doesn't really concern you directly, but you can come if you want."
"If it's about my brother, it's about me. Of course I'll be there."
Jase smiled. I'd given him the right answer.
They were already on the mat waiting for us when we showed up at the basement workout room, Jase and Duncan both wearing their compression shorts and nothing else. Carter stripped down to match them and stepped onto the mat while I settled in to watch. We still didn't know what was going on.
"You wrestled a good solid match last night," Duncan told him. "And you've done a great job putting on the mass to move up in weight class. But you don't really know how to use those muscles yet. You did fine against Central Michigan but you need to learn a new set of skills to go up against the top ranked wrestlers in the Big Ten."
"Okay... can you help me?"
Jase smirked. "That's what we're here for. The guys you'll be wrestling this year, they'll mostly be taller than you, and taller than the guys you've wrestled before. They'll have a longer reach. But they weigh the same as you. Why's that?"
Carter thought a moment. "Because I have more muscle mass than they do?"
"That's right," Duncan said. "And that means you're stronger than they are. We're gonna show you how to use that to your advantage. Jase and I each wrestled 174, but look at him, his arms are a foot longer than mine..."
It was a gross exaggeration; Jase was two or three inches taller than Duncan at most. But we understood what he was getting at.
"...so I'm gonna show you how to handle a guy his size, and then you're gonna step up and show us you're paying attention."
This was suddenly getting very interesting. Duncan would be teaching Carter how to beat Jase? I was all set to start taking notes.
Carter's lesson began with the two instructors squaring off at center. Jase was a Greek god of lean, ripped muscle; Duncan was built like a tank. They showed him how moving in closer would take away Jase's reach advantage, and how Duncan could use his greater strength in the ties to shut down the attacks. They drilled Carter on level changes, duck-unders, strategies that would put him underneath the bigger man's weight and give him leverage, get him in position for big explosive moves, Greco-style throws that made use of his new vise-grip arms and a whole summer's work on the squat rack.
These were definitely moves from Duncan's old playbook. I felt like I was watching Carter act out clips from our founding father's highlight reel.
Most exciting of all was that it seemed like the shit actually worked. At first I thought Jase was only playing the tackle dummy for the purpose of the lesson, but as they went on and on I realized that my brother really had become stronger than him. Once he had a move down the way Duncan showed him, even Jase's best defense couldn't keep him from being tossed to the mat on his back. Of course it was still a training environment; you couldn't expect those openings to come up so easy in an actual match. But having the skills in your pocket for when the openings do come up is what training as a wrestler is all about.
I was enjoying the hell out of the whole show from the sidelines, and fighting back urges to hoot and yell whenever Carter got one over on Jase. I had to show the proper respect and keep things on an academic level, but needless to say, watching those three sweated-up, blue chip studs rumble around with each other had me boned like there was no tomorrow.
And I sure wasn't alone there, either. Those three pairs of compression shorts had been bulging conspicuously almost from the get-go. As they wore each other down, the casual body contact and gropes and feels as they reset for each new series were becoming more and more intimate and lingering.
They were all just about exhausted when Duncan called the session done. He and Jase stood together facing Carter, panting and sweating, supporting each other with an arm draped around a waist or a shoulder.
"Okay, that's it for tonight. You're learning really quickly, you just need to keep on working like that and get super comfortable with all the moves. When you're in a match, always remember Jase is there to help you, he'll let you know when he thinks the time's right. But a lot's gonna depend on how it feels to you, and how you judge the other guy's strength and his balance." Duncan turned to me. "And Ryan -- you got a good look at what we were doing here. Help your brother train on this stuff. Wouldn't hurt you to learn a little of it too."
"We're hitting the shower," Jase told us. "You boys know where the mop is."
With that, they both peeled off their compression shorts, and two nice stiff cocks bounced out. Duncan and Jase rambled off to the shower together, playfully poking at each other's ribs, grabbing asses, squeezing meat. Giggling like delinquents getting stoked up for some misdeeds.
Carter and I traded a look. "So, we're boys again." I said.
"I guess we'll always be. Have a problem with that?"
"Not at all. It was fun being a boy. Especially with you."
His eyes locked in on mine. No doubt about where this was going. I slowly peeled off my clothes and threw them aside, until I was stark naked... and yeah, still sporting a nice hard bone. Stepped onto the mat and met him at center.
Carter stripped off his compression shorts and tossed them out of the circle. Damn, the sight of his stiff cock still made my heart thump. He reached out and gripped my traps, slid his hands slowly down over my delts and triceps and forearms and latched onto my hands with his. Moved in closer and closer until we could feel the heat from each other's bodies.
"Wait," I said. "If we're gonna have to mop the mat, might as well get it good and messy." I broke away from him, scurried to the cabinet and brought back the bottle of olive oil.
I screwed off the cap and doused his chest with a slosh of oil, rubbed it all over his torso with both hands. His beefy muscles underneath that smooth, slick skin felt amazing, every single time. He grabbed the bottle and poured a big slug down my back, pulled me into a bear hug as he playfully smeared it over my lats and erectors and slipped a hand into the crack of my ass. We were slopping oil all over each other and pouring it over our heads, both of us laughing like idiots. Slathering it all over each other making sure to give special attention to all of our most interesting spots. And let's face it, with a body like Carter's, that's everywhere.
Once we were both pretty well soaked, we traded a look and it was on. We got after each other, lunged in and ended up down on the mat wriggling and squirming together in a big puddle of oil. Not wrestling in any conventional sense of the word, more like... I guess frolicking about sums it up. We were just rubbing our bodies together and having a blast, arms and legs going everywhere, hands all over each other. Cutting loose together and sharing the insane energy that seemed to come out of thin air, like you can only do with a complete stranger and lots of beer, or someone you know inside and out.
It was obviously just what we needed. The regimented lifestyle we led, the discipline of training, diet, making weight, competing, recovering, preparing for the next meet... there wasn't a lot of time left over for unrestrained fun. Having our family group and being brothers gave us support and kept us going in so many ways... but everything we did had a purpose. Sometimes you just need to act stupid without any motive, to clear all semblance of logic and reason out of your head and get up to some high-powered nonsense just for the fuck of it.
We rolled around together, grabbing and shoving, feeling each other up, squeezing and nibbling and gnawing. We each had an idea of where we'd end up but were in no hurry to get there. For now we were having way too much fun to think about redirecting our energies toward any specific goal. So we just kept on playing, burning up calories and using our bodies for no specific purpose other than to make each other laugh and have a good time.
I bearhugged Carter and thrust my cock against his and he let out a grunt from somewhere deep in his gut that told me things were beginning to turn. He wrapped his fingers around my cock and stroked me, slow and steady. Our eyes met and homed in on each other and the laughing died down, and next thing I knew we were making out, grinding on each other, still expending a ridiculous amount of energy but now we weren't just clowning around. Now we were two hard-dicked wrestlers looking to get our juices flowing and satisfy that primal urge.
I grabbed hold of his ass cheek and squeezed, jammed my fingers into his crack, and he let out a long low growl. I hooked an arm around his neck and pulled him in, planted my lips on his and we made out like wild apes, our tongues grappling and lashing each other. His cock rubbed on mine and I worked my oily fingers deeper into his crack, searched out his hole...
But Carter was still charged up from training and eager to use those new skills. With one powerful move he dumped me over on the mat, rolled me onto all fours. I tried to regain control but he reached in from behind me, grabbed both my quads, yanked me in close and held me firm. Next thing I felt was his scruffy face mashing in between my cheeks, prickling the soft skin in a way that made me tingle all over. And then his tongue, poking, licking and lapping at my hole... Jesus... it was making me leak. He kept at it, eating my ass furiously, until I was whining and trembling and ready to beg for his cock. After all he'd done tonight, he deserved to be treated like a champ.
He didn't make me wait long. He pulled his face away from my cheeks -- for just a moment I felt a genuine sense of loss -- and then his thick rigid cock was pushing at the gate. I opened for him eagerly, pushed back to take him in and he plunged into me all at once, skewering me on that shaft. I howled, but not with pain... I fucking loved having his cock inside me and with both of us still amped up from our playtime I was hoping he'd be in the mood to give it to me good and hard.
My brother sure didn't disappoint me. He pitched in and railed me with good hard strokes, humping away exuberantly. I took it just as eagerly, spurring him on with shouts and moans, slamming my ass back to meet each of his thrusts to make sure I got the full effect. His meat felt goddamn wonderful; I wanted him to keep reaming and pounding me and fill me with his cum until it came squirting out my ears. My body was his property and his was all mine. We lived to give each other everything we had, every single time, no matter who was on top and who was on bottom.
We were romping like brand new boys but he wasn't just banging me blindly. My true brother knew exactly how to fuck me. He picked up on every cue, knew when to dial it back and when to go fell steam ahead. He could go as rough as I needed him to and never cross over the line. It was pretty fucking incredible to have a guy like that, to give me all the cock I could handle and take it just as well, and always, always leave me feeling like we were on the same page.
Carter leaned in with his chest pressed to my back so I was supporting his weight. He dug in with his toes on the mat, wrapped an arm across my chest to hold me tight, and gave it all he had. He pistoned my ass until I could scarcely catch my breath, ramming into me relentlessly. Gripped my stiff cock and started jacking it forcefully in a way that told me he was damn close, and he wouldn't let me last long either. Thank God for all that oil we'd soaked ourselves with; any other day we would've both been rubbed raw.
That strong hand jacking me and that thick cock plowing into me were more than I could stand. My body seized up and I clamped down on Carter's shaft and belted out a huge spurt of cum that splattered onto the mat. The feeling of utter release was so goddamn satisfying. I spurted again and again, a jolt of pleasure rocking my whole body with each desperate spasm. My brother held on tight with his meat deep inside me as I bucked and quaked. And then he began pumping hard and fast, and I knew he was giving me his load, blowing his hot cream into my guts. God, it felt fucking wonderful to cum with him, to squeeze out every last drop from our balls and drain each other dry.
For a minute we just held onto each other feeling our muscles relaxing, our hearts thumping, our hot breath huffing on each other's oily skin. But then we remembered Jase and Duncan -- they sure had taken their time in the shower; they must've found a way of keeping busy too. We hopped to our feet, grabbed the mop and the towels and got to work scrubbing that mat nice and clean.
We'd just finished when those two came lumbering back. The mat was spotless... but we sure weren't, with a coating of oil about four times thicker than normal covering us from head to toe, and even drenching our hair. They caught sight of us and stopped short. Jase sneered and rolled his eyes. Duncan busted out laughing.
"We'll pick up a new bottle of oil tomorrow," I promised.
"Tonight," Carter said quickly. "County Market's still open. We'll get it on the way home and bring it over first thing in the morning."
Duncan smiled. "No rush. I don't think I'll have an emergency before nightfall."
Back home in our dorm room, we cuddled together on my bunk, still feeling a little bit like we were boys again. I fucking loved snuggling against those big new muscles. With his arms around me, I couldn't imagine a better place to be.
"Hey Carter, what's it like having a brother?"
He gave me an odd look. "Are you kidding me?"
"No, I mean a real one. I always kinda wanted one when I was growing up. Considering how my parents were, it's probably for the best they quit after me. But still..."
"My little brother's four years younger. We didn't really do all that much together."
"But you love him and all, right?" I tried not to sound too needy. "Because you're family?"
He stroked my head gently. "Yeah, of course I did, because he's family. But you and I are family too. I'm way closer to you."
"Well sure, because we..."
"Not because of the physical stuff, and not because we joined a club. Because it's you and me. We're close in ways I could never be with him. Maybe not with anybody else."
"Okay, but what if..."
"Nope. You're my real brother. I'm your real brother. Period. Isn't that enough?"
I looked into his eyes. He kissed my forehead and tightened his arm around me, and I snuggled up against those fucking glorious pecs.
"Yeah. That's enough."
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