Our first big job of the fall semester was to get ready for the wrestle-offs that would determine who got the starting slots in the lineup. That didn't mean things would be set in stone for the whole season of course, but if you looked good from the get-go and got the call, it was a lot harder for somebody else to come along and take your place.
Justin, Trav, Carter and I were pretty much locked in, and we were confident that Brady and Willis would grab their old spots too. The focus was on Ric and Tanner. We all agreed we'd work together to get those guys to the level they needed to reach, if they were going to snag their team singlets and wrestle in the NCAA.
Tanner didn't have much competition. The 197 lb class had been a revolving door since Justin moved up to heavyweight. But Ric was a different story.
There was a new redshirt at 125, Nathan Price, who was making a big push to join the starting squad as a true freshman. Ric was a damn fine wrestler -- phenomenal, to be honest -- but Nathan was just as good. In practice, working with the assistants, he showed skills far above what anyone expected from a kid just three months out of high school. Whenever Ric and Nathan scrimmaged, the whole room would stop and take notice. They wrestled hard and they wrestled dead even. Neither had a clear advantage.
They reminded me a lot of Carter and me when we first arrived on campus, each of us trying to prove he was better than the other, but with one big difference. There was room on the team for both Carter and me after spending a year as redshirts. Those two had no such option. One was going to move ahead, and the other would be left behind.
In early October, things took an unexpected turn.
Justin and Trav had been working hard with their boys at Duncan's; one or the other was on the mat nearly every night. Duncan himself joined in on Tanner's sessions whenever he was around, and Andy helped Trav out with Ric -- he had a makeshift mat in his own room like ours, except his wasn't strictly intended for wrestling. The rest of us would drop in now and again, whenever Trav wanted Ric to see what it was like to go up against somebody bigger and stronger, or Justin wanted Tanner to face off with somebody a fuck of a lot faster. With seventy-two pounds separating the two of them, Ric and Tanner were great as brothers but were way too mismatched to train together.
On one of Tanner's nights at Duncan's he finished up earlier than expected... earlier than Ric expected, anyway. He came plodding home to their dorm room exhausted, swung the door open and found his brother face down on his bunk getting his ass plowed by Nathan Price.
For a long moment Tanner just stood and stared, half in shock and half aroused. He watched the way Nathan's muscled ass flexed as he pounded away, pumping, pumping his meat into Ric's glutted hole. Kid's got a damn nice cock, he thought to himself, almost hypnotized by the sight of that thick shaft glistening with lube, sliding in and drawing back out, disappearing between Ric's cheeks and then reappearing again.
And then Ric grunted deep, his face buried in the pillow, and growled out hoarsely, "Fuck yeah, give it to me! Harder, ya goddamn stud!" and it all became real. Tanner swung the door shut again and trudged off down the hall.
He staggered to Brady and Willis's room; they'd grown pretty close to Ric and Tanner over the past year. When the story spilled out, Brady texted me, and Carter and I were there in a heartbeat. Nobody wanted to bring in Trav and Justin... at least not yet. If this was something we could deal with on our own, we didn't see a need for mentor involvement.
"I shoulda seen it comin'," Tanner groaned. "I fuckin' knew somethin' was up."
"You think this has been going on for a while?" Carter asked him.
He shrugged. "I dunno. But I saw the signs. The way they looked at each other at practice, and in the locker room. The way they boned up when they watched each other wrestle. And when they were on the mat together..."
I know Tanner was more focused on Ric than I was, but somehow I'd missed it completely. We were all pretty touchy-feely; putting hands on each other was our franchise. Getting boned was fairly common, especially in our crowd. And in the loose workout gear we wore at practice, it didn't stand out so much. But with all of us helping Ric train, could something like this really get by us? Or was tonight just a random occurrence that Tanner was blowing up in his mind?
"I noticed it," Brady chimed in. "After practice today, when we were getting ready to shower. They were acting all playful, shoving each other around and stuff, being super competitive about every little thing. Like there was a tension between them. I thought any minute they were gonna break out in a fistfight, or just haul off and start fucking right there on the locker room floor."
"Hot!" Willis grinned, and turned to Tanner. "Do you think they're still going at it? Maybe we should all bust in on `em!"
I grabbed his shoulder and held him down. "No. That'd be wrong. Ric is our brother. Nathan's our teammate. Don't shame them."
"But what about them shaming Tanner?"
"Every one of us knows what we're about," Carter said. "Brotherhood and sex. We're here because of wrestling, and that makes us brothers. And wrestling's all about sex. You can't just tell Ric he can't fuck a guy. You might as well tell him he can't wrestle. He has to be able to wrestle or fuck whoever he wants... but he has to do it in a way that doesn't disrespect his brother."
Everybody agreed with that, but we weren't sure where that left us.
"Did those two scrimmage today?" I asked.
Tanner nodded. "Yep, stalemated as usual. Neither one could get any real advantage over the other."
"So, maybe they're just continuing the match, playing it out to the finish. Would that be so bad?"
"Well no..." He thought it over. "I guess not."
"How about this..." Carter offered. "Talk to him about it. Tell him, `Hey, sorry I walked in on you,' and ask him how it went. Be his brother. Go over the whole thing with him, play by play if you have to. The way he handles it should tell you everything you want to know."
That's the advantage of having a King fucking Solomon genius for a true brother. While I'm still trying to figure things out, he comes up with the simplest and best solution. It sounded reasonable, everybody agreed. Tanner stuck around with Brady and Willis till he was sure things in his own room had quieted down, and then went off to face Ric with a level head.
We were hoping that would be the end of it, but next morning at strength training, Ric and Nathan were buzzing around each other again. This time they weren't even trying to hide it; they were being flirty as all fuck. Posing for each other, squeezing biceps and delts, spotting each other on squats. It couldn't have been any more clear if they'd posted a sign. They were crushing on each other hard.
They kept it up at our afternoon practice, acting all cocky around each other, trading shy looks and smiles, boning up whenever they were within arm's reach. Poor Tanner was beside himself. He thought he'd found a brother for life, but now it looked like Ric had other plans.
The next day it was the same again, morning and afternoon. We were trying to get these guys ready to wrestle for Christ's sake; we thought we had it under control. But now one of our brothers felt like his whole fucking world had come to a crashing halt, and the other was prancing around like an overexcited pup. And wrestle-offs were less than three weeks away.
On the third morning, just after strength training, Tanner pulled me aside. Ric and Tanner had banged out another one last night, while he was training with Justin at Duncan's. He described the scene for me in full detail.
They'd come bounding into the room together after Tanner had left, all giggles, teasing and spurring each other on with little pokes and grabs. In the middle of the room they reeled each other in and began making out aggressively, like they were starving for action. Nathan was growling and gnawing on Ric's ears and traps and neck; Ric yelped and whimpered back at him, reached in and stroked Nathan's cock, first through the fabric of his workout shorts and then slipping a hand down under the waistband.
Nathan was fired up as fuck. He pulled at Ric's T-shirt, practically tore it right off him, and attacked Ric's nipples with lips and teeth and tongue. Ric squirmed and wriggled, rubbing the back of Nathan's head, shutting his eyes and wincing as that stoked-up young redshirt bit down almost hard enough to break the skin.
Instantly like somebody fired a starting gun they stripped each other raw, yanking down shorts and underwear, pulling off shoes and socks. They paused just long enough to look each other over, their lean muscled bodies taut with arousal, hard cocks jutting out begging for attention. Then they wrapped up in each other again, mashing their bodies together as their lips and tongues attacked each other, flesh grinding on flesh desperately.
Without breaking their clinch they steered each other to the bed and fell onto the mattress together, arms and legs tangling and untangling, torsos flexing and writhing. Nathan shoved Ric over face down, held him with a firm hand planted on the center of his back as he spit into his palm and spread it over his shaft, then jammed his fingers up Ric's hole.
He let Ric up just enough to get on his knees, still mashing his face down into the pillow. Ric whimpered and yelped with excitement as Nathan pried his legs apart, moved in between, pressed the tip of his cock to Ric's hole and shoved in. Our little brother moaned loud and long as that thick meat barreled into him and Nathan began pumping in and out, pistoning him like a jackhammer. The true freshman was relentless, unleashing all his pent up energy on his mat rival. Ric howled like a dog, loving the rough treatment, taking cock like he was born to it.
Neither of them lasted long. They were way too full of heat for each other, and way too full of cum. Nathan blasted his load first, letting out a bellow and driving in as deep as he could and then breaking down in fitful shudders. Ric came soon after, spouting onto his sheets like a geyser. They poured out their seed together, quaking and thrashing; clenched up tight in one final spasm and then broke apart, toweled off and put their clothes on. Nathan threw out a quick "See ya" and bailed out the door.
Tanner finished the story and gave me a woebegone look.
"That's... pretty damn detailed," I said. "Did Ric tell you all that?"
"Well no... I sorta left the webcam on my laptop going."
"You recorded your brother? You spied on him?"
"Well, what else could I do? I tried to talk it over with him, and he said the other night was the only time they'd ever done anything. He told me they wouldn't do it again. I wanted to be sure. Maybe he actually meant it when he said it, but..."
"Tanner, this isn't good. You guys need to be able to trust each other. That means no fucking around behind each other's backs, and no spying on each other."
"Can you talk to him? I'd rather not bring Justin into it..."
It was the dead last thing wanted to do. But I was still a team captain, so...
"Yeah okay. But not tonight. Give me some time to think it over."
I know I should have been on it the very next day but I wasn't sure how to start the conversation. I couldn't just tell him I knew about it because his brother was recording his hookups. Anyway, it was Ric's night with Travis, so I figured he'd be tied up and kept out of trouble. I could take another day to get my strategy down. But I'd need to get it done before evening, when the whole thing was liable to start all over again.
Meanwhile, for another two days I was treated -- along with Tanner and the whole rest of the team -- to the public spectacle of Ric and Nathan going through their ridiculously obvious mating dance. Jesus, had Carter and I ever been that cheesy?
And speaking of my brother, I was hoping maybe he could shed some of that magic wisdom on me, but no such luck. In bed at night I filled him in on the entire situation, asked him what the fuck I could say to snap Ric out of his redshirt fetish and get him back on track.
"Just tell him to cut the shit out." As if I hadn't thought of that myself.
"That's all you got? No sly approach, no tactful diplomatic shit? Nothing?"
The son of a bitch only grinned at me and shrugged. I would've been pissed if he hadn't just finished taking my load.
So, it was down to the last minute and I was on my own. As soon as practice was over I snagged Ric and dragged him off to the equipment room so we could have it out.
"What's going on with you and Nathan?" I asked him.
"Uhh..." thinking fast "...did Tanner say something?"
"He didn't have to. You two aren't exactly being subtle. The whole wrestling room can see what's going on. It couldn't be more obvious if you showed up for practice with his cum running down your leg."
Ric turned bright red and looked down at his feet. "It's just a physical thing. Nothing serious. We're just burning off some excess hormones, that's all."
"I think it's pretty serious to your brother. Have you even thought about what it's doing to him? He's in training to make the starting squad just like you're supposed to be, and you're rubbing his face in it, right in front of everybody."
He looked up at me, clearly troubled. "I don't want to hurt Tanner; I'm in love with him. I want to be with him the rest of my life. But Nathan... like I said, it's physical. You've fucked other guys, right? Other wrestlers, outside the family?"
"Yeah, but Carter and I have an understanding. We talk about it. We don't keep secrets from each other. And we don't go flaunting it out in public like a thirteen-year-old girl with her first crush. If I was fucking a guy and my brother wasn't okay with it, I'd quit, no questions asked. Why can't you do the same for Tanner?"
He let out a sigh. "You don't know what it's like to be the little guy, the one in the lowest weight class. Everybody on the team, everybody in my fucking life is bigger than me. When you're a little guy and you meet another guy the same size, it's special. And when he's an athlete, and he has a rockin' body, it's fuckin' hot. I couldn't tell Tanner that, because what's he gonna think? He's kinda sensitive, y'know? He's gonna think I don't like him because he's too big, and he's gonna get all upset about it."
"You have to tell him something. You can't let things go on the way they have been."
"Yeah, I guess." He stayed quiet a minute, thinking it over. "I know it's my fault, I just didn't think it'd be that big a deal. That first night when he found out, he seemed okay with it, more or less. And I never thought... I mean fuck, is it really that obvious?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Fuck. So, what do I need to do?"
I took a deep breath. Captain or not, giving advice wasn't my strong suit.
"You need to sit down with Tanner, as soon as fucking possible. You need to tell him everything, all that happened and all your feelings. Don't leave anything out. And you need to listen to him, for Christ's sake. He's your brother. You guys love each other. If you think there's anything more important than that... you're wrong. There isn't."
Ric told me he understood. He thanked me and promised to do his best. He seemed awful sincere. We trotted to the locker room, where everyone else was already hosed down and getting dressed; showered together and rejoined our brothers for the walk back to the dorm. I felt good about our conversation... I think. Maybe dishing out advice to youngsters isn't as hard as I thought.
But next morning at strength training, Ric and Nathan were at it again. Granted they'd substantially toned it down, to the point that an innocent passerby might not notice what was going on. But to anyone who'd been following the story -- and by now, let's face it, that was the whole team -- the vibe between them was still pretty damn unmistakable.
I pulled Tanner aside and asked him what was up.
"Yeah, we talked it out," he told me. "Ric explained to me what was goin' on, and I couldn't really blame him. So I told him go ahead and get it outta his system... as long as it doesn't take him all fuckin' season. He promised me it wouldn't, and promised he'd be a little more low key about it than before."
"Are you really okay with that?"
Tanner shrugged. "I dunno. We'll see. But I said it, can't go back on it now."
For the next two weeks we all watched with an uneasy sense of an impending shit show as Ric and Nathan continued their bromance by day and presumably got busy at night... at least whenever Tanner wasn't around. They might've started out with the intention of toning it down but soon enough they were as bad as ever, and quickly heading toward even worse. Eyes would start rolling whenever they got within twenty feet of each other. You don't expect to hear words like frolicking and cavorting when you're talking about the wrestling room, but the way those two were acting, there wasn't much else you could call it.
Tanner wasn't taking it well. Every day he was like a time bomb that was one tick closer to going off. At strength training he pushed the weights around like he had a personal grudge against them. At practice, guys just didn't want to go near him. You had the feeling all it'd take was one wrong move and there'd be blood and guts spilled all over the mat. Even Justin kept a certain distance. Sure, he was Tanner's mentor and all, but there's a point where you know better than to push your luck.
And then came wrestle-offs. We were all suited up in our singlets, and Jase served as referee; it was run just like a regular meet. Coach Wilson decided to flipflop the order and start out at 165, my weight class, because the upper half of the lineup was thought to be pretty well set. It was the bottom half that had all the question marks to be answered. Coach was ratcheting up the pressure to see if anybody'd crack, and adding a little drama for the fans who'd come to watch the show.
For me it was just another day at work; I was up against a guy I'd trained with the past two years. I wrestled by the numbers, took no special chances, let my skill set put me on top. Carter at 174 had a solid, straightforward match too. Kevin at 184 was new to the starting squad but outclassed his opponent easily. And then it was 197, and Tanner.
He stormed onto the mat like he was aiming to disembowel somebody. He was polite enough listening to Jase's instructions and shaking hands with his opponent but the look in his eyes said there was serious bloodshed on his mind. At the whistle he snorted and charged like a bull, crashed into the poor guy, bowled him over and took him to the mat as if he was made of straw. Suddenly I felt very thankful to be nice and safe three weight classes below him.
From there, Tanner never let up for a second. He was on a mission, and not just to make the starting squad. After three solid weeks of frustration he needed to tear somebody apart and he needed to do it in front of an audience, to make sure nobody doubted what he was capable of.
For the entire match he was on top of his man, torquing arms and legs to put him on his back, racking up near fall points and collecting whistles from Jase to stop and reset from a potentially dangerous situation. He was under control, just barely, but Carter and I held our breath whenever he went on the attack. Tanner was running on sheer rage and we were afraid at any moment he could melt down and go thermonuclear.
You hear people talk about "roid rage" but that's mostly a myth. You want to see a wrestler really go off the deep end, check out "my boyfriend's fucking another guy" rage sometime.
The match ended with a tech fall halfway through the second period. Tanner popped up to his feet drenched in sweat, flashing a double-biceps to the crowd. Shook his opponent's hand in a surprisingly tender move and then stormed off to the locker room like he was going to demolish something. The other guy just seemed to be relieved he came out of it in one piece.
In fact, the whole room seemed relieved to be done with the feral ass shit and get back to normal wrestling. Justin's match was next, the last of the upper weight classes, and by comparison it was pretty tame. He took care of business without any trouble, no drama and nothing fancy, and turned the mat over to the little guys. Nathan and Ric stepped up for the showdown everybody was waiting to see... for all kinds of reasons.
In the end it was anticlimactic. I guess I hadn't given Trav enough credit for the work he'd put in with his boy. The match was close from start to finish but it was surprisingly one-sided; Ric took the early lead and never faltered. He was on point like I'd never seen him before, shutting down every move Nathan tried to make, picking apart his defense with surgical skill. There was only one takedown in the match but Ric scored it; at the end they were only two points apart, but Nathan couldn't put an offense together.
Jase blew the final whistle and raised Ric's hand in victory. Nathan gave him a quick token handslap instead of a shake, walked off the mat without even looking him in the eye. Ric watched him go with a trace of a smirk, and then simply dismissed him. It was over. The bromance ended that instant. He'd had his fill.
Carter and I gaped at each other with wide eyes as Ric strutted off the mat and headed for the showers. After all that had gone on between them, would it really end so easy? And then my brother gave me a sudden worried look.
"Oh shit," he said. "Tanner's still in the locker room."
We jumped out of our seats and hustled after Ric. As scary as the big guy had been acting, we were afraid of what might happen. We'd just about caught up when Ric bounded through the door, rounded the corner and found Tanner sitting on a bench by the lockers scowling at the floor, still in his sweaty singlet, smelling as pungent as a fucking goat. My brother and I skidded to a halt to give them some room but stood by watching. We were ready to jump in at a moment's notice.
Ric stepped right up to Tanner with no hesitation. "You looked... so... fucking... hot!"
The big guy looked up, a little bit confused. "You finished your match?"
"I finished the match. I finished with Nathan. I was hoping you'd wanna finish me."
Tanner eyed the bulge in Ric's singlet and began growing his own. He stood up to his full height, towering over his brother, looking down on him with a sneer. "Whatta you think you're gonna get from me, exactly?"
"Exactly this..."
Ric reached in and grabbed Tanner's cock, clearly outlined in his soaking wet Spandex and fully boned. He bent down and mouthed it, teasing it with his lips, sucking Tanner's rank sweat out of the fabric. The big guy peeled his singlet down to his waist and Ric took it from there, yanked it down to his ankles, then the compression shorts. Licked that stiff cock from end to end, took it in his mouth and swallowed it whole.
Tanner worked on stripping down his brother's singlet as Ric bobbed on his cock, plunging it down his throat again and again. Tanner rubbed Ric's head appreciatively, squeezed his shoulders with big meaty paws, held him firm and fucked his face until his little brother gagged. All good with Ric, as far as we could tell.
"Should we give them some privacy?" Carter whispered to me.
"Hell no. This a public place. When you have sex in a locker room, you're inviting an audience."
But we did take a couple steps back to be less blatant, and found a convenient spot to peer at them from around the corner.
When they got done pulling off shoes and socks and stripping each other bare, Tanner grabbed his brother under the pits and lifted him up to eye level. Ric locked his legs around the big guy's waist and Tanner mashed him up against the lockers. The two made out wildly, groping and squeezing each other's muscles. Ric tried his best to mount Tanner's cock but with a shank that size and nothing but sweat for lube, it wasn't about to happen without a struggle.
Tanner swung his brother around and laid him out on the narrow locker room bench. Ric lifted his knees and waited in eager anticipation as the big guy spit in his palm and slathered it up and down his shaft, straddled the bench and moved in. I gripped Carter's arm tight, both of us rigid as stone at the sight of Tanner lining up and ramming it in, no warning and no mercy. Ric squealed at the top of his lungs but not exactly in pain... or not from pain alone.
As Tanner began thrusting and thrusting with good hard strokes, Ric's moans and wails pretty clearly told us he was used to taking it like that, and loved it. If it worked for him, so be it. And Tanner sure had no problem giving him what he deserved. He leaned over his little brother as if he was going to crush him, planted his hands firm on the bench and put his hips into overdrive, jackhammering Ric with no restraint.
Call it a guilty pleasure, but I couldn't get enough of watching the big stud ream that small tight ass. Whether Ric liked it or not, he surely had it coming, and if nothing else it was a reminder that he wouldn't find meat like that on any 125-lb redshirt. Tanner was enjoying the fuck out of teaching him a lesson, and Ric was an avid student. We watched nearly breathless at the pounding that seemed to go on and on and on.
From the far side of the room, something was stirring. I listened hard and made out the sound of wet feet slapping concrete. In a moment Nathan came into view, fresh out of the shower with a towel around his waist. He caught sight of the two on the bench and froze solid, afraid to move a muscle, standing dead still as if he wanted to turn invisible. Tanner noticed him and flashed a cruel smile that said keep your distance, fucker, or you're next.
And as if that wasn't enough, right on cue the door behind us creaked open, and two new voices were added to the mix -- Trav and Andy, acting all chipper and joking around. Their match was over, Travis was the winner, and Andy the consummate good loser. I waved at them to shut up and they tiptoed over curiously, got a look at what was going on and choked back giggles. Carter and I traded eye rolls, and the four of us huddled together to watch the big finish and see what would happen to Nathan.
Tanner was becoming more and more aroused, grunting and snorting as he plowed into his brother. Suddenly he tensed, muscles flaring and veins popping up out of nowhere. His whole body jolted and he let out a bellow and unleashed his load, bucking and thrashing as he spurted one shot after the next into his little brother's guts. He wasn't quite done when Ric began twitching and jerking and gushing his own load, laying stripes across his abs and his chest that reached clear up to his shoulders.
They huffed and moaned together, pouring out their cum for each other. When the quaking subsided, Tanner sat back, pulled Ric onto his lap and cuddled him like a pet, scooping the cum off his abs and feeding it to him. Ric eagerly sucked it off the big guy's fingers and buried his face in Tanner's chest.
"You're all mine," the big guys growled into his brother's ear. "Understood?"
"Yes sir!" Ric fired back.
Nathan took advantage of the opportunity to dart behind their backs to his locker, grab his clothes and dash off to get dressed outside in the hall. Trav and Andy just giggled and strolled to the showers. Carter and I headed back out to the floor, in time to see Willis and Brady win their matches.
And that's how the wrestle-offs ended. We'd begin the season with eight brothers in the lineup, every weight class but two. More of us than ever before. Now all we had to do was stick together, support each other, wrestle hard, and show the world what we were made of.
Well, they managed to pull it together, and just in time... they'll wrestle their first meets in November, tournaments over the holidays, and then the Big Ten dual schedule will kick off. For Ryan, Carter, Travis, and Justin, this will be the final season and they're itching to make the most of it... but they also need to help the younger guys step up to fill their leadership roles. And you know what that means... wrestling, wrestling, wrestling, and plenty of hot sex. So stay tuned!
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