With only a couple weeks left in the semester, I got a text from Noah. I felt a little bit ashamed that I hadn't reached out to him first; he and Dave would be graduating from Indiana as soon as final exams were done, and who knew where they were headed after that? His text said he wanted to talk. I told him to go ahead and call me, I'm all ears.
"We're planning a trip," he told me. "Dave's uncle owns a house in the Greek Isles. He Airbnb's it, but he gave it to us for the whole summer as a graduation present."
"Wow. That sounds great. You guys must be excited."
"It's got two bedrooms. We were hoping you and Carter would want to come along."
"The whole summer? I dunno..."
"It doesn't have to be," he said. "You can come for a month, a couple weeks, whatever. As long as you want."
"Sounds kinda expensive though..."
"Air fare is seven hundred round trip, nonstop from Chicago. The house is free. The rest is cheap, once you get there."
It was starting to sound good. "I'll talk it over with Carter."
It turned out Dave had already been in touch with my brother. He was down with it as long as I was. He even offered to pay for my ticket or lend me the money but I had a few dollars socked away in case of an emergency, and I couldn't think of a better emergency than this. We decided we could do it for a month.
So, bright and early next morning I was applying for a passport and paying the extra fee for a rush job. We got our airline tickets squared away, and two weeks after finals the four of us were boarding a plane. The rest of them had all been overseas with their parents at one time or another, but to a blue collar kid like me, something like this was almost unthinkable. The idea that we could just walk up the ramp and sit down in our seats, and ten hours later we'd be in Greece? Fuck, it was some kind of magic.
But it happened, just like they said. We got off the plane and stepped into some crazy foreign land, with signs not even in our alphabet and people talking a language that made no fucking sense. We took a taxi driven by a maniac through a big smelly traffic-clogged city and piled into a cheap hotel room for the night, as dirty as a back alley and probably cockroach infested, but from the rooftop deck we could see the actual Akropolis of Athens. Hosed off in a crappy shower and then raced down the street to see the sights, climbed up the hill and got a good look at all the big white marble temples.
And then we hit the museum, and another sight instantly caught our eyes. There in a display case was an ancient jar, and another, and another, with drawings on the sides of naked guys wrestling. They had sixpack abs and toned fucking quads, and they were getting after it just like we did in Duncan's basement. You couldn't tell it from the artwork, but surely they were greased up with oil. We all stood there staring at them with big ass grins on our faces.
That was our first day. We forced ourselves to stay awake until it was dark, so we could get back on a regular sleeping schedule. And then we fell into our beds and crashed hard.
Early in the morning we headed for the port and climbed onto a big old rusty ferry boat. We chugged around in a ridiculously blue sea that made the Great Lakes look greenish and murky. After four solid hours of sucking down diesel exhaust we landed on an island, but the trip wasn't over yet... a bus ride and then a few minutes on a boat put us on the tiny island next door, and from there we could walk to Dave's uncle's house, unless Google Maps was lying to us.
We strolled through a jumbled maze of tiny houses and shops and the occasional one-room church with doors and window frames painted bright blue, and everything else whitewashed as white as could be. It looked more like a postcard than an actual place. Old people sitting in doorways on creaky wooden chairs and stools watched us pass by with our bags slung over our shoulders like we were the entertainment for the day.
In minutes we were on the far edge of town. We followed a winding road, hooked a left, and there it was, just like the picture on Dave's phone. It was an insanely cute little place, whitewashed like all the rest, perched halfway up a hillside overlooking the big blue Aegean Sea. From the patio, and through the front windows, we could look out over the water any time we wanted. Holy fuck.
This wasn't a party island; we weren't likely to run into any drunken fratboys. It was more the kind of place people come to chill. So far, it seemed to be just what we needed.
Dave fished out the key and opened the front door. The place was just as sweet inside as out; the furnishings were cheap, but kinda cool in a Euro way that completely suited a little cottage on an island. The walls were bright white and seemed to be a little bit crooked on purpose.
We dropped our bags and for a second just looked at each other. The telepathy kicked in, and instantly we all began stripping off our clothes.
In a few heartbeats the four of us were naked, mashed up together in the middle of the room. Hands were everywhere, grabbing and feeling each others' bodies; mouths were roaming around nibbling and tasting ears and shoulder and necks, or linking up for a quick makeout before moving on to the next. Our four cocks were stiff as wood and prodding one against the other. We were all so damn excited we couldn't contain ourselves. The whole thing -- the island, our own little house, just being together in fucking Greece -- charged us up beyond belief. All we knew is we needed to feel flesh on flesh, right then and there, like nothing else mattered. Another minute and I'd be humping somebody's leg.
Once the initial rush of lust and emotion had toned down, we split off into pairs and ducked into separate bedrooms. Carter and I dove onto our bed -- I had to look twice to make sure it was actually him -- while Dave and Noah rolled around in theirs. My brother and I wrapped our arms around one another and squeezed like we were trying to crack each other's spines, our legs tangled up testing our strength, lips locked together and tongues wrestling.
"Man, you gotta get that meat in me," Carter groaned.
"Hell yeah I do... shit!.. the Vaseline's in my bag, out in the..."
"I don't fuckin' care. Use spit. Fuck me dry if you have to."
He ducked down and shoved my cock into his mouth, plunged it down his throat again and again to get it good and slimy. It felt so damn good I was whimpering, afraid if he kept it up much longer I'd lose my load and ruin it. But my brother knew me, and knew what he was doing. He got me hard as a rock, even started the precum flowing, but backed off just in time to keep things from getting out of hand.
I spit on my fingers and played with his hole while I gnawed on his nipples, one and then the other. He loosened up nicely, and I slid in two fingers and then three, plumbing him in and out listening to his grunts and moans. We were both as ready as could be. When I heard the yelps and grunts echoing in from the next room, I knew it was time.
Carter arched his back eagerly as I pressed my cock head to his hole and pushed in, slid into him smoothly until I was buried to the root. I began pumping him right away, no need to wait; he'd taken enough dick from me his hole was accustomed to it. I drove into him with long deep strokes, let him feel every inch as I slid back almost all the way out, then drove in powerfully again without even half a second's pause. I knew how my brother liked it, my meat always in motion, always grinding one way or the other through those two hot gates.
If I could think of anything else besides nailing that perfect ass, I might have reflected on how fucking great my life was. Here I was halfway around the world from home in a place too beautiful for words, my dick sunk deep into the love of my life, just a couple weeks after we both became NCAA All-American wrestlers. I mean, you can't even daydream up shit this good. But just try getting philosophical when you're banging away at a gorgeous stud with a body that'd make every dumbfuck on Instagram jealous, and who lets you know at every downbeat that all he wants on God's green earth is more and more and more.
Bottom line is that I was ready to blow any second. I wanted to fill him so full of juice it'd be sloshing around inside him for a week. Our eyes met and locked in on each other, and we both read the signs. Carter reached for his cock but I batted his hand away; this was my job. My fingers curled around his shaft and I began stroking, then jacking. He yelped and moaned, trying to hold off, but I wasn't gonna let it happen. I jacked him even harder and drove into him as deep as I could, and his body twitched and tensed and then jolted.
My brother blew cum all over his abs and mine. I fucking loved the way it spurted out of him, and his hole clamping down on my shaft was the very best feeling in the world. It pulled me over the edge; a hot wave washed over my body and I unleashed with an enormous feeling of pleasure and relief. I poured my cream into him even as he kept spurting and spurting, and watching him cum only made me shoot harder. I felt like I could keep pumping it into him all afternoon long.
Finally we were both spent. I collapsed on top of him, smearing his sticky hot load between our abs, and kissed him with every ounce of passion in my soul. My brother was a dream come true, the very best person I'd even known, and between him and the other two guys and this picture-perfect house... Jesus. It was gonna be a great month.
Our life on the island was pretty damn simple. There was a little gym in town with some weights and rudimentary machines, and we'd start each day there with a workout. Breakfast back on our patio, bread and cheese and grapes like little Greek shepherd boys. Then we'd all walk to the nude beach a mile or so away and lie naked together in the sun, and swim and play in the water. Some days we'd hop on the bus or rent motor scooters and go exploring. We'd stop off to see an ancient ruin or discover some beautiful little cove we'd have all to ourselves, and turn it into another nude beach for the day.
In the evenings we'd barbecue steaks or skewers at home, or stroll into town for grilled fish and assorted Greek treats. We'd have a couple glasses of wine at the taverna and go home and fuck our brains out, pairing off with whoever we happened to be sharing feelings with at the moment. There was no jealousy between us and never a hint of awkwardness; I loved watching Carter with the other guys, and he loved watching me. Sometimes we'd all four pile into one bed together and sleep in a big knot of bodies till the sun came up. It felt so fucking natural, like it was the way people were supposed to live.
By the end of the second week, the locals all knew us. They called us The Brothers, because the four of us were always together and all muscled up and about the same size, and we seemed to share a single group mind. I couldn't have imagined anything more appropriate. We truly were brothers after all.
For the first time ever, I was beginning to get the idea there was more to life than wrestling... a lot more. We all had the same hunger to wrestle instilled in us since we were kids, but now there was no place to do it. The little gym didn't have the room, and we couldn't use the stone floor at home without cracking our skulls and chipping bones. And yet, I was happy, maybe happier than I'd ever been in my life. I felt completely fulfilled and satisfied every minute of every day. On the island we had no deadlines, no pressure, no schedule to keep. No coaches or referees or timekeepers. All we had to do was live, and we were doing it magnificently.
Back home I'd been feeling sorry for Noah and Dave because their wrestling careers were over; they'd never get to compete again. But now that I had only two weeks left on the island and they'd be here the rest of the summer, it seemed like those two should be the ones feeling sorry for me.
The time passed slowly enough though, since we had were no responsibilities or bothersome chores to eat it up. We spent the month just doing whatever we felt like each day, hanging out and playing together, eating good food and letting the sun turn us brown all over.
"I could fucking do this forever," I told Carter in a private moment.
He nodded. "Same. If not for money and school and wrestling."
"Hell with it. I'll give up my scholarship, send one of those boys from the fishing boats back in my place. Get a job diving for sponges or something."
When we were down to only a few days left, the guys kept asking if there was anything else we wanted to see or do, or something we didn't want to miss. It was nice of them, but we really couldn't think of a thing. All we wanted was to keep up the same casual lifestyle we'd been living and hang with them as long as we could, all the way down to the last minute. They understood.
On our very last night we had dinner in town, a final feast, and we all drank our share of wine. We stumbled back home late. Dave and Noah quietly sneaked off to their room to give Carter and me some time to ourselves. We stripped and rolled in between the sheets, wrapped our arms around each other and held on without saying a word.
"You doing okay?" my brother asked.
"Yeah. I'm good."
"What do you wanna do?"
I gave him a look. "I want you to fuck me unconscious."
Naturally he was down with that plan. He gave me a grin and we began making out, no rush, we'd get to it all in time. My cock was stiff as a flagpole even with the wine we'd drunk. Carter stroked me, ducked under the sheets and sucked me, and I happily let him do it, rubbing his head and his neck to show my appreciation. I was just buzzed enough that I could get my cock sucked for hours without blowing, and without ever going soft.
But I couldn't hog all the attention. I had to take good care of my brother too. I gently held him off and pulled my cock out of his mouth, rolled him onto his back and kissed his neck and his chest and worked my way down. I always loved getting my tongue on those nipples and ravaging them with my teeth; the way it made him shiver and twitch was so fucking hot. And I loved grazing over his abs with my nose and lips and tongue, probing each solid ridge of muscle and the valleys in between.
Carter reached for the jar of Vaseline we kept at the bedside while I got to work on his meat. I flicked the tip with my tongue, then licked all around. Took the head between my wet lips and gave it a good swabbing before slowly moving down his shaft. I felt his arm wrap around me and his greasy fingers tickling my hole as I slid his cock all the way in and pushed it into my throat. My cheeks spread wide and my hole gaped open by reflex as he forced his way in and jammed his fingers up my pipe. I grunted hard, giving him the signal to quit playing around and give me that goddamn cock.
He got the idea all right; in a heartbeat I was flipped over on my back and he was bearing down on top of me. I spread my legs and he pressed his cock to my hole and pushed in. I loved every fucking inch of it as it filled my insides. My brother started fucking me, pumping in and out with a good strong mechanical rhythm, and I gazed into his eyes and grunted and squeezed down on his meat to let him know he was giving it to me just the way I wanted. Every few strokes he'd lean in and we'd share a quick wild kiss that would get him fired up to pound me harder and harder.
We could hear the guys in the next room banging it out just like we were; the whole month, we'd never even bothered to close our bedroom doors. There was no need. We were a part of each other's lives every minute of every day, and the shared experience only made our bedtime sweeter.
I could tell from the grunts and moans that Dave was railing Noah, almost certainly doggie style, and the image of it in my head made me even more aroused and hungry for Carter's plowing. I knew it affected my brother too; with every frantic yelp or long loud moan he'd thrust into me deeper and stronger. I tuned into their voices and stroked myself, still locked onto Carter's eyes, trading smiles with him over his own performance and the sounds bleeding in from next door.
Noah was becoming more and more excited. We knew it was only a matter of time. For an endless minute or two he seemed to be on the brink; we hung on every sound he made, my brother pounding away, and me struggling to stay in control. All of a sudden he yelled out like the entire world was exploding, dredging up sounds from deep in his gut that could only mean he was blowing hugely. Carter and I both lost it. He rammed in as hard as he could and gushed his load into me, just as my body clenched up and I spouted all over myself.
We jerked and shuddered, shooting our seed together, grunting and bellowing with no restraint as our bodies jerked and quivered. I poured out everything I had and took all my brother could give me before we both crumpled limp and exhausted on the mattress. Completely shattered, we lay there panting and softly moaning, barely able to move.
"God damn it!" Dave called out. "You fuckers made me cum!"
"Get some earplugs, bitch!" Carter barked back.
In the morning, the guys insisted on seeing us off. They took the little boat ride with us to the main island, hopped on the bus and rode all the way to the port. The ferry was waiting, big and rusty and diesel-smelling as ever. When it blew its loud-as-fuck horn to let everybody know it was time to board, Carter and I started lugging our gear toward the water, and Dave and Noah followed.
At the dock, we did our goodbyes. My brother and I hugged each of those guys and held on for a good long time. Nobody seemed very willing to pry ourselves apart. We promised to email once we got home safe and they promised to get in touch when they were back in the States, and for a minute everybody just lingered there. None of us wanted to be the first to turn his back and walk away.
But the wheels were already in motion. In a few minutes we'd be on that boat chugging across the water to Athens, and then on a plane to Chicago, and Carter's parents would pick us up. We'd head back toward campus and find an apartment, get back on a regular training schedule and start getting ready for another season.
I looked at my brother; he was trying on one of those wistful smiles. "Aw, fuck," I said to him. "Does this mean we're gonna have to start wearing shirts again?"
Ryan and Carter had a great vacation with Noah and Dave, but what about the rest of the guys? Well, if you've been following along in this series, you know they'll all be getting together for one last big blast before heading back to campus... and we'll have a chance to catch up with everybody. So stay tuned!
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