The first week of November kicked off the out-of-conference portion of our season. Our first meets would be against smaller schools that we should have no trouble with, in terms of team score. For us, they were seen as tune-ups for the new guys to get some mat experience and the rest of us to shake out the cobwebs before we hit the part of the season that really mattered. For them, an opportunity to show their guts and their heart by wrestling guys who were clearly above their level. But no matter how small and obscure the program, there was always the chance of running into that one guy out of nowhere who'd catch you off guard and kick your butt all over the mat.
Carter and I agreed it was the perfect time to start working with Brady and Willis. They'd made the choice to devote the season to improving their skills and gaining ground in the national rankings instead of choosing boys and becoming mentors. Now it was up to us to show them how to make it happen. We needed a solid plan, the sooner the better.
"Jase promised he'd help us," I told my brother as we lounged in my bunk on a Tuesday night. "Kyle's down for it too. And Duncan, when he's in town."
Carter frowned. "Yeah that's great, but look at the size of those guys, they're monsters. Willis wrestles 149 and Brady's at 157. Facing off with somebody way bigger than you is good every once in a while, but day in and day out they really need to be training with guys closer to their own weight. They need us."
"We've been working with `em every week for the past two years. What can we do now that's different from what we've already done a hundred times over?"
Both of us quieted down and let the gears crank for a while.
"How about this..." Carter suggested. "You train Willis and I'll train Brady. You and I wrestle pretty even but we do have different skills and different timing. A whole different flow. That's the kind of thing they need practice on, right?"
It did make a lot of sense. Brady had never even wrestled my brother, not once in the two years he'd been with the program... they'd fucked a few times, but never wrestled. And I was closer to Willis's weight than Carter was. This way they'd each be training with a guy two weight classes above them, sixteen or seventeen pounds. It'd be a lot to deal with in competition but if you're training to reach a new level it sounded just about right.
"I think that works," I said. "But just to be clear... what happens at the end of the session? I mean, Willis is your boy. I've never been with him except that one time, when he said he needed to be punished for lusting after Brady's dad..."
"Really?" He sounded surprised. "Well, the sessions end like they always have. You take cock from the guy who trained you. No reason to change up now. Okay with that?"
"Sure." I smiled. "Just making sure."
We brought them over to Duncan's the next night. Both of them were pretty excited about the idea. All four of us stripped to our compression shorts and paired off for some warm-up drills, Brady with Carter and Willis with me. They were eager as fuck to please us. I'd never thought about it before, but there must be something special about wrestling your mentor's brother, the guy he slept with every night and was bonded to thicker than blood. It was like having a favorite uncle but with possibilities a whole lot more interesting.
Willis followed my orders to the letter, snapped into position and executed the drills as sharp as could be. He obviously wanted to impress me, and it was working. On the other side of the mat I glimpsed Brady giving Carter the same respect, his attention wholly focused on my brother's every word, his moves textbook-perfect, his energy through the roof. If we could get those two monkeys to sustain that kind of engagement throughout this session and a few more, the rest would take care of itself. Their skills couldn't help but improve.
Damn. This training program might be easier than I thought.
When we'd run them through the preliminaries, I steered Willis off to the sideline while Carter and Brady squared off at center for a scrimmage. I yelled out "Go!" to get them started and my brother and my boy clashed together and locked up, each grappling for advantage. Now Brady was even more fired up to make a good showing, with his mentor and his brother watching. I couldn't help noticing how gorgeous he looked rolling around shirtless and barefoot with Carter, and how much more chiseled he was than the seventeen-year-old who I'd coached at summer wrestling camp three years before.
He wasn't a match for Carter. Seventeen pounds on my brother's side and two more years of high-level experience couldn't be overcome. But damn, he looked sharper and stronger and just plain better than I'd ever seen him. He'd truly shown up, and he'd come to play.
Meanwhile Willis had been restless and wired the whole time, rocking back and forth beside me like a caged chimpanzee. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, and he gazed up into my eyes with a look that I'd swear was sheer gratitude. I gave him a smile and a squeeze, his breathing leveled out and he settled in against me to watch the finish.
The two on the mat wrestled until they were just about gassed out. Carter had clearly controlled the match but he had all kinds of praise for Brady's performance -- and my boy couldn't have been happier. They dragged themselves out of the circle and planted themselves at the edge of the mat as Willis and I stepped up to center and faced off with each other.
"Go!" Carter barked out, and we lunged for each other. I thought I'd surprise him with an ankle pick right off the bat but he must've been paying attention; he fended off my attack and then tried to catch me off balance with a shot of his own. In seconds we were both down on the mat scrambling for advantage, working our hardest to snare an arm or a leg, get the other guy into position for a tilt, and avoid getting tangled up ourselves.
Willis's body felt goddamn amazing grinding up against mine. He was naturally smooth; his skin had that clean buttery texture that lit me up everywhere I touched him. It didn't take long till my cock was stiff and straining in my compression shorts. He knew it of course, and his own meat was growing thicker and straighter by the minute. We each wrestled our hardest; it was a serious training session. But wrestling boned was our franchise. Nothing was sweeter than being able to let yourself go with a guy who truly understood.
That boy had gone through a body transformation too; he sure wasn't a skinny ass redshirt anymore. Over the past two years he'd beefed up to Brady's size and then shredded down to his wrestling weight. In bodybuilder terms, he looked fileted. When he flexed, the muscle fibers stood out across his pecs like corduroy. Mashing up against that ripped body made a big and rigid part of me want to forget about the scrimmage and just dry hump him into oblivion. But that wasn't what we were here for... not yet, anyway.
The match went the way it was supposed to, with me in control but Willis showing off some first rate skills and an impressive level of effort. I was damn happy with the way he handled himself and he seemed genuinely overjoyed to have me work with him. We wore each other out and crawled to the sideline to join our brothers, four dead-tired, sweated-up wrestlers huddled together panting and wheezing and bulging in our shorts.
And then it was playtime.
Carter and Brady hopped up to their feet, shed their compression shorts and bounded to the cabinet for the olive oil. We watched them still catching our breath as they slicked each other down, smeared the oil all over one another's naked bodies from head to toe. When they'd finished, Carter waved us over. We grinned and scrambled onto the mat, Willis snagged the bottle of oil from Brady and we got to work.
The other two stood close by while we gave each other a good coating, sometimes lending a hand to cover the spots we missed. Willis and I fondled each other's muscles and cocks and ass cheeks making sure we were good and slimy. Even right after a tough and exhausting match, the sight of his glistening body and the feeling of his stiff rod in my hand gave me a fresh rush of energy all over again.
There wasn't really any signal to get started; what began as rubbing each other's bodies down just naturally progressed from nudging to testing to pressing each other, to wrestling. If any of us had the strength left to stay on our feet, it didn't show. In no time we were all down on the mat scrambling for control with our partner. To a wrestler, nothing on earth could be more flat-out fun than rolling around with a guy stark naked and slippery as fuck, oiled flesh and hard cock flopping and squishing and poking and prodding all over the place.
But it wasn't a surprise to any of us that the actual wrestling didn't last long. We were anxious to get to the final round. Willis was grinding that smooth slick body on me in a way he knew would get me going... teasing me, legs spread, hole showing, practically begging me to plunge right in.
I shoved him face down onto the mat, covered him and held him down with all my weight. Gnawed on his ear as I thrust my hand into his crack, fingering him, growling to warn him I was through playing. He breathed back a soft whimper to signal compliance and I let him rise up on all fours, pried his knees apart and wedged myself in. My cock was aching for that young stud. I pressed my fat head to his hole and sank it in good and strong, my oily shaft gliding through those rings so fucking nice and easy.
He grunted desperately as I began pumping, loving my stiff meat plowing into his guts. I could barely even remember what it was like our first time, more than a year ago, but Jesus that hot muscled body and welcoming hole felt incredible. I couldn't get enough of banging my hips into those firm round ass cheeks, hearing that juicy wet smack of muscle on muscle as I drove in deeper, deeper...
As lost as I was in the moment, I could tell we weren't the only ones enjoying ourselves. Behind us, from over my shoulder, I could hear the throaty grunts of my brother as he pounded my boy. And I heard Brady's eager yelps, and flesh slapping on flesh, and two pairs of oily knees squidging on Resilite.
Sooner than I expected, Brady started to howl and moan. Willis's body seemed to energize and light up at the sound, and he rocked back to meet my thrusts and goad me on. I caught the excitement myself and picked up the pace, slamming into that ass like nothing else mattered. I kept banging away even as I felt the blazing hot wave churning in my groin and spreading over my body. My face flushed red and for an awful moment I hung on the edge feeling like every blood vessel in my body was ready to burst.
My cock jolted hard and a creamy burst of cum gushed out and flooded into Willis's guts. I grabbed his shaft and jacked him as I kept right on shooting spurt after spurt deep into his insides. In seconds I felt him unleash and he joined me, his body erupting in spasms, hole clamping down on my shaft, and a thick warm load spouting out and splattering onto the mat.
When I was finally done blowing I wrapped him up in my arms and held on tight, his body still quaking but the twitches and tremors gradually subsiding. I rocked back onto my ass pulling Willis along with me, cuddling him as if he was my boy. We wheeled ourselves around to check on the other two, still jerking and quivering together but slowly regaining their composure.
"Good training session," Carter announced, prompting giggles from the boys.
I nodded. "A few more like this, they'll be ready for anything."
"They sure do make a mess though..."
I flashed him a grin. "That's okay. They know where the mop is."
The positive vibe from that evening carried over into team practice the next day, and our session at Duncan's again the evening after, through the weekend and into the next week. Brady and Willis looked great at our first two meets, ripping through their opponents like wildfire. Each training session was better than the last; they truly seemed to be on a mission to succeed. The energy in the room was electric. In our scrimmages as well as our playtime, we all seemed to have reached a new level. Carter and I were nearly as excited as the boys were.
The first serious challenge we had was a week before Thanksgiving. It was a home meet against Missouri, who were ranked a fuck of a lot higher than us.
Our team was already in the hole when Willis's match came up. Travis at 133 had scored our only win of the night so far. The guy Willis was up against had qualified for nationals last season, and was coming into the match as number 15 in the nation.
But our boy launched into him at the whistle like he was shot out of a cannon. He had the guy back on his heels from the very beginning. There weren't any big spectacular moves or near-fall combinations racking up handfuls of points at a time but Willis wrestled like a champ. He methodically took apart the guy's defense piece by piece and gave up practically nothing. At the end he had an eight-point lead, a major victory that put us one up in the team score.
Then it was Brady's turn, and after seeing his brother win he was high as a kite. In only twenty seconds he had his opponent on the mat and inches away from being pinned; a too-quick stalemate call saved the guy but Brady never let up. Halfway through the second period he ended the match on a tech fall. He'd put in a masterful performance, and the team was up by three.
My match was next, and then came Carter's, both of us facing tough competition. But my brother and I weren't about to let our boys down. We each squeaked through a close one, in danger of losing every fucking second but somehow holding on to the narrowest of leads. And then came the drama, with top ten wrestlers from Mizzou in the final three weight classes. Our man at 184 was pinned, and poor Tanner suffered a major loss at 197. But Justin came through at heavyweight, demolishing his man and icing the meet for our team.
We were fucking ecstatic. We'd just knocked off a top ten team, the biggest dual meet victory for our program in a long, long time. Jase and even Coach Wilson were grinning from ear to ear, and hailing Willis, Brady, Carter and me as our team's Murderers' Row. Fresh off his business travel, Duncan came bounding down from the stands to give us his congratulations.
"You guys looked great!" he said. "What's your secret?"
The four of us glanced back and forth at each other and chuckled.
"Come join us for a session or two," Carter offered. "It'd be really good to have you there."
Duncan smiled. "I'd love that. But you seem to be doing fine on your own, are you sure you need me?"
"Always," I told him, and the rest of the guys nodded their heads and voiced their agreement. Duncan was still top dog in our family. In every way.
The whole team and the coaching staff went out for a meal to celebrate. We were so sky high we could barely wolf down our food. We strolled back to the dorm still bubbling with energy. I couldn't wait to get Carter in the sack... but Brady and Willis followed us to our room and hung in the doorway.
"What's up, guys?" my brother asked.
Brady stammered a little. "We, uh... wanted to thank you guys for everything you've been doing for us, it really made a difference."
"Well, that's what we're here for. It's what the family's all about. We'll always help you guys out, okay?"
They looked at each other and snickered.
"No," Willis said. "You don't get it. We want to THANK you."
They strode into the room and shut the door behind them, marched straight up to us and sat us down on my bunk side by side. In seconds they'd yanked our warm-ups down, Brady had my cock in his mouth and Willis was slurping on Carter's.
We sure weren't about to complain. After a big night of wrestling and all four of us getting our hands raised, surprise blow jobs from a couple of amped up boys seemed like a perfect ending to the night. Brady attacked my meat with a vengeance, licking and sucking from end to end. Carter's grunting and squirming told me Willis was getting after it too. We peeled our jackets and our shirts, stroked our boys' heads and moaned our appreciation as they went down on us like starving men.
With my cock jammed deep down Brady's throat I realized how much I'd missed him. Fucking Willis each night on the mat had been pretty damn great but he wasn't my boy. We didn't share the same kind of feelings for each other like I did with his brother. I watched the way Brady sucked me so very diligently, felt his fresh buzz cut prickling against my palm, and I knew we had something very special.
I glanced over at my brother and caught his eye. Carter looked back at me and nodded. It was time to move on to the next level.
Gently we pushed the boys off of us. They protested at first, not sure what was going on, but we tugged at their warm-up jackets and they grinned at us and began stripping. Carter and I yanked off our shoes and socks and wriggled out of our pants, and in seconds we were all bare assed and tangled up in each other.
Willis and Carter climbed up to the top bunk. Brady and I jumped into mine on the bottom. The room was chilly as usual late in November so we dove in under the sheets and blanket and mashed up against each other. God, it seemed like forever since we'd been naked together. We made out hungrily, arms wrapped around squeezing each other tight, our stiff cocks grinding together.
There was no one else on earth like my boy. His body felt so fucking good against mine, the way his hard nipples poked into my flesh, and how those smooth muscles rippled and flexed. The look he gave me with those goddamn beautiful blue eyes, like I was his fucking hero. My heart absolutely melted. I just wanted to fuck him and fuck him and fuck him until I ran out of seed.
I rolled him onto his back and rummaged around for the jar of Vaseline. Brady's face lit up. He smiled at me and spread his legs and I wasted no time getting in between. His rigid cock was already twitching; I could tell he wanted it bad.
But this wasn't a training session. He wasn't here to learn a lesson or to be punished, and I didn't have to prove I was boss. This was just about sharing our feelings, no pushing or shoving needed. We were here to make each other happy.
I slid my cock into him nice and smooth, and he took it easily... inch by inch, until it was buried inside him. We homed in and gazed into each other's eyes as I began to slowly pump him, gliding in and out, giving him my dick sweetly instead of plowing it into him. His breaths were quick and eager; his little yelps begged me for more. I eased his legs up till his knees were on his chest and drilled in deeper and stronger but kept the motion as smooth as silk, my greased cock stretching his sphincter and filling his chute not like it was invading him but as if it had always belonged there.
His eyes told me I was doing everything right. He looked so grateful and fulfilled to have me inside him. I gave him all the dick I had, driving in to the limit with every thrust before slowly pulling back. We moaned soft and low for each other to show our pleasure and give voice to the connection between us. I kept up that smooth steady rhythm, edging us both toward a climax in no particular hurry. The boy had such a sweet smile on his face I couldn't help grinning.
Up top, the other two were a being good deal more energetic. They were banging away, pounding the mattress, the whole bedframe around us rattling and creaking. Their grunts and yowls filled the room and surely carried a few doors down. We didn't let it bother us. They were having their own good time, adding a little background noise that never got in our way, and only made us share a glance and a chuckle now and then. It was all part of the college dorm experience.
I just kept on fucking and fucking my boy, giving him cock and taking my time. I loved seeing all the little moves he made, twitching and squirming, his eyes widening or rolling back in his head when I hit those special spots. He wrapped his legs around my waist and dug his heels into my ass cheeks to spur me on and help move his body along with my flow; nobody's a passive bystander around here. I pressed in till my chest was flush against his, cradled his head in my hand and kissed him, his stiff cock sandwiched between our chiseled abs like a sausage in a meatgrinder.
The feeling of his warm wet tongue grappling and playing with mine, his beautiful ass sheathing my shaft as it glided in and out, his stiff meat bulging between our sweaty abs was too much for either of us to bear for long. We were both close enough to blow at any moment. Our eyes locked in on one another, guiding and pulling each other to the brink... and then diving over.
The load I'd been building up ever since my turn on the mat didn't come shooting as much as pouring out of me, surging into Brady in a flood. My grunts made it more than clear I was giving him my cream, and my abs clenched tight and crushed against his meat. He whimpered and then released, spouting a stream of hot thick cum between us, belting out one spurt after another as I kept on pouring mine into him, gripping each other close as our bodies jerked and quaked together uncontrollably.
At long last we were spent. I rolled over and lay beside him, and we grinned and snickered at the sticky coating of his goo on our chests and abs. Brady decided to get playful, smearing it over my torso and licking it from his palm, and I leaned over and lapped it off his abs and out of his navel. We feasted on each other, loving the mix of sweat and cum. When we were both licked dry we laid back and relaxed, cuddling each other.
The pounding over our heads had quit, I didn't know exactly when. The bedframe was still. I didn't hear a peep, not even a breath.
"Hey!" Brady called up to them. "You two okay up there?"
"Better than okay," Willis growled back deep and low.
"That's cool, just makin' sure. No telling what all that noise was about."
Willis snorted. "Brother, if you couldn't guess, we need to have a talk."
The guys are off and running on a brand new season. They've had a great start so far but pretty soon things will get serious... they'll be training for the Midlands tournament, and then the Big Ten duals. With more family members in the lineup than ever before, they've all got a great chance to show what they're made of. But they'll also be under a lot of pressure to not let their brothers down. You can expect a bit of drama, and all the usual action, on the mat and off. So stay tuned!
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