Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2012 20:40:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Tyler Robertson Subject: College Wrestling with Timmy, Pt. 1 Note: Names, locations, and other identifying features have been changed for identity protection. This story describes explicit and graphic sexual acts between consenting adults. If it is not legal for you to view this content in your area, please do not. I was thrilled when I heard the news that my younger brother Tim was going to be attending the same college that I was. I had just turned 22 and was entering my 5th year at the university-- a big state school in the midwest-- but it wasn't uncommon for athletes, especially wrestlers like me, to take 5 years to graduate. Tim, 18, was also a wrestler, and I was excited by the fact that for the first time ever, he and I would get to be teammates. Though we grew up in a small town, our age difference meant that he was in middle school while I was in high school, so we never got the chance wrestle on the same team. Tim had developed quite a bit throughout his high school years-- so much so that by the time it was his senior year, he was the stud of our local high school. He had multiple scholarship offers to wrestle in college, but I knew a big reason that he chose the school that he did was because he knew I would be there. I was on scholarship for wrestling too, but I certainly wasn't as heavily recruited as Tim was coming out of high school. Physically, Tim and I were polar opposites. I was pretty small-- standing about 5'5 on a good day, and I had wrestled in the 106 lb. weight class in high school. Of course, when moving up to college I put on enough weight to wrestle at 125 lbs., but I was certainly not a big guy by any account. I was solid as a rock, without an ounce of fat on me, and pretty well-muscled-- just as any college wrestler at any weight must be. Tim and I had been similar sizes for quite some time in our youth, until he finally began to develop physically around the time I left for college. Within a couple of short years, Tim had gone from being 120 lbs. soaking wet to almost 200. He also grew about 6 inches so that by the time he was a senior in high school, he stood easily 6' tall and wrestled the 182 lb. weight class. He took care of his body-- eating all the right foods and hitting the gym like a madman, and as a result was able to win a state title in his weight division during his senior year of high school-- no small feat. I still remember his voice beaming with pride when he called me after the match to let me know the good news. Even as he grew much bigger physically than I was, he still looked up to me and was very proud of my accomplishments as both a high school and collegiate wrestler. By the time the summer after he graduated high school came, all Tim could talk about was how excited he was for college. I of course, talked it up to him, telling him about the wild parties there would be and the horny chicks that would be dying to hook up with a wrestling stud like him (perhaps a bit of an exaggeration in hindsight!). I helped him pack and we both drove together the 6- hour drive to school in my Jeep. It was mandatory that freshman live in the dorms, so I helped him move in to his cramped double room after dropping my stuff off at the frat house that I lived in. Not coincidentally, he was rooming with one of the other freshman wrestling recruits, Austin Thompson. Austin wrestled the same weight class as me, and would be trying to take my spot in the 125lb. class. I introduced myself to him as Tyler Robertson and told him I was looking forward to being teammates. It seemed like he and my brother hit it off right away, so I left them alone to get myself moved in. This was going to be my second consecutive year living in our frat house. The line was sort of blurred between frat house and wrestling house, since the frat was made up of about 60% wrestlers, and the non-wrestlers had usually wrestled or at least played sports in high school. A lot of the upper class wrestlers lived in the house, and after I got over the fact that the house would always be dirty and smelly, I really loved living with all the guys under one roof. I even had the luxury of a room to myself with a private bathroom since this was to be my senior year. As I settled down to bed the night before our first wrestling workout of the year, an odd thought came to my mind. I had never seen Tim naked. I mean, at least not since he had developed into the man that he now was. It wasn't that our family was particularly private, it was just the kind of thing that had never happened for whatever reason growing up. Since the wrestling team was extremely open about being nude in the locker room and showers, I knew that I would start seeing him naked all the time. I had an odd sense of male curiosity about what "Little Timmy" (as our family used to call him!) carried between his legs. The next day came, and after the normal introductions and administrative stuff, our strength coach led us through a particularly challenging workout and eventually dismissed us to the showers. As guys stripped naked and slung a towel over their shoulder or around their waist on their way to the shower, lots of guys were shaking hands and catching up about what happened over summer break, and introducing themselves to the freshmen. I wondered if Tim would be comfortable about his nudity, as sometimes the freshman were tentative at first to shower around a single pole-type shower with their new teammates. However, I was surprised by what I was next: Tim, towel draped around his neck, parading to the shower completely in the buff while chatting with another freshman in a similar state of dress. I couldn't help but glance down at Tim's package-- and what a sight it was. To say the least, "Little Timmy" had developed into a full grown man. His thick cock swung from thigh to thigh as he sauntered towards the showers, covering two beefy looking nuts that hung surprisingly tight to his body. His thighs had very little hair, but he had a patch of tightly trimmed dark brown pubes shadowing his circumcised schlong, matching the tightly cropped brown hair on his head. His manhood dangled easily 5 inches soft, enough to be comparable with just about anyone on the team, including myself. I certainly wasn't ashamed of my manhood, which probably wasn't quite as thick as his but hung just as long. My nuts were definitely smaller than his, my pair of low-hangers hanging inside a cleanly shaved scrotum, topped off with a trimmed patch of dirty blond pubic hair. As we both entered the shower at about the same time, I saw him eye up my package as well. I quickly looked away from his crotch as we made small talk about how the first day had gone. That night, I couldn't help thinking about my naked little bro. Though I considered him 'little' still, I can say with confidence he was pretty big in more ways than one! While I considered myself straight and had been fucking my girlfriend for more than two years now, every now and again the thought of a guy would turn me on a bit. I had never thought that way about Tim, at least until now. I felt a stirring between my legs thinking about the shimmer of sweat glistening on his smooth 6-pack abs as he got himself wet under the shower head, and watching him tug at his cock and balls as he meticulously soaped himself up and scrubbed. I went to see my girlfriend that night, and I was unbelievably horny. Thankfully she was too, so she didn't object to me quickly stripping her out of her clothes and plunging my throbbing dick inside of her. I couldn't get the thought of my bro's fat wiener out of my head as I slammed my own rod in and out of her, my nuts slapping against her body. I put her on all fours and nailed her doggy-style on the floor of her apartment until I finally shot my wad deep inside her pussy, still with the image of my brother in my head. She looked in my eyes and smiled as if to say "thank you for that pounding", and we both climbed into her bed and faded to sleep naked. I woke up the next morning with rock hard morning wood, and after leaving the room to take a long piss, I came back to the room to see my girlfriend awake, naked, and in a position that screams "I want to fuck". I of course, was always one to oblige, so I quickly let my soft shaft get hard and climbed on top of her, slowly inserting myself inside of her. I began to screw her slowly and passionately until I was making her moan and call my name. As she moaned out "Tyler" I began fucking her harder, and her impending orgasm made me closer to coming, Again, thoughts of my brother's chiseled young body loomed in my head as I neared the point of no return. We both moaned together as I sprayed my seed inside her, thrusting deeply until every last drop had exited my throbbing tool. She smiled as I pulled out and got dressed, getting ready for the first full day of classes as well as another afternoon wrestling workout. I was probably a fool for trusting her birth control pills, but once you raw-dog a girl once, there's simply no other way to screw. I admired Tim again in the shower after our workout again that afternoon, his soft meat glistening with sweat after a hard day's work. I also sized up the other new freshman since there were 9 total, including Tim's roommate Austin. Not surprising for a 125- pounder fresh out of high school, Austin wasn't extremely developed sexually. He stood about 5'5" tall, and had a small uncut wiener covering medium-sized nuts. His package was completely shaved, making him appear even less mature physically than he was. Some guys on the team had already been ribbing him about being uncut, since he was one of the few guys on the team that still had his foreskin. He laughed it off as he toweled off his smooth package on his way to his locker, saying a brief hello to me as he passed by. Not surprisingly, the fall semester and our off-season wrestling workouts passed by quite quickly. Tim and Austin were well on their way to becoming best buds, and they both could often be found at our frat house on nights out trying to pick up chicks. I was happy to see them hanging around the frat house so often, since I was hoping that both would rush the frat over the winter. I continued to have regular sex with my girlfriend, though there were times when our sex life would get somewhat boring. One night, however, that all changed. It was in late November when my girlfriend and I went out to dinner with a bunch of my friends and teammates, including Tim, for my birthday. We went to a sketchy Chinese restaurant in town since we knew it was BYOB, and proceeded to get pretty rowdy off of a few handles of Popov, Tim included. Neither Tim nor I was a big drinker, though we liked to have a good time every now and again. After the dinner, the party transferred to the frat house, where there was already a big party with a DJ and dancing going on. My girlfriend, Kerry, and I danced for a bit, but it very quickly turned into intense grinding. We both were pretty drunk, so I whispered to her that we should take things upstairs to my bedroom. She of course agreed, but before I went upstairs with her I stumbled over to my brother to say goodnight, and with slurred speech he told me that he was in pursuit of some pussy. I wished him luck and headed upstairs. Before we even reached my room on the third floor, Kerry couldn't help herself from starting to make out with me again and reaching her hand down my pants in the hallway. We finally made our way to my room where we quickly stripped off each other's clothes, revealing her perky big tits and my rock hard penis. I playfully threw her to the bed and climbed on top of her, leaving the lights on as I worked my cock inside of her. We screwed intensely for 5 or 10 minutes until we heard footsteps coming up the stairway, so I slowed my pace so we could hear who it was. I told her not to worry and that it was probably just one of my frat brothers returning home to his room. Then, out of nowhere, the door burst open and Tim stepped into the room. I immediately pulled out and got out of bed. "Dude, I, um, I am so sorry. I didn't realize you were, umÉ" Tim trailed off drunkenly. I stood there naked with a full hard-on. A moment or two passed while I waited for Tim to leave, not knowing what to say. "Dude, what's wrong?" I asked, noticing that he still hadn't left the room and that he kept glancing at my rock hard cock. "It's umÉ it's this girlÉ she, wellÉ" Tim stammered and stuttered and Kerry and I both stood there drunk and naked. "I think I can help you out," blurted out Kerry, provocatively. She stood there naked and looked my brother up and down as he did the same to her. They both seemed to look at me for approval, and me being as drunk and horny as they each were, I nodded my head in approval and slammed shut the door. Before I even finished closing the door, Tim was already pulling off his shirt to reveal his tight abs and smooth, muscular chest while Kerry fumbled with the buckle of his belt to undo his pants. Though the sight of my naked girlfriend stripping my little brother naked should have made me jealous, I was unbelievably turned on by what I was watching. Tim was soon only in his tight boxer-briefs, his crank obviously semi-hard. He let out a soft moan as she reached under the waistband of his undies to stroke his sword. Realizing that I was awkwardly watching this all happen, I stepped up behind Kerry to stroke her clit as my own dong pressed against her low back. Before long, Kerry pulled down Tim's boxer briefs to reveal his manhood. Never having seen him hard, I instinctively sized him up. His dick, to put it simply, was a monster. Though I had seen how thick it was, I had no idea his would be as long as it was. He easily had a 7 incher, possibly more, which dwarfed my 5.5 inch endowment. I stared for just a moment until Tim caught me gazing and I turned my eyes back to Kerry. We quickly moved back to my bed where Kerry got on all fours to begin blowing Tim's chub. She seemed to be totally mesmerized by Tim's wiener and chiseled physique, but then again, so was I. As my own cock was craving attention, I slid myself back inside her from behind, beginning to intently fuck her doggystyle as Tim kneeled in front of her so she could have easy access to suck him off. Tim and I, now Eiffel Tower-ing my girlfriend, made eye contact and smiled as I humped the girl currently slobbering on Timmy's wang. The sight of my little bro getting blown was an incredible turn on for me, and I would have shot my wad a long time ago had I not had so much to drink that night. My brother moaned as Kerry tried her hardest to deepthroat his monster, though Kerry's gurgled moans as I slammed my tool in and out of her cunt were much louder and more intense than Tim's. Tim was nothing if not polite, and even in his state managed to warn Kerry when he was about to come. Just hearing my brother utter those words put me closer to the edge, and watching my brother pull his cock out of Kerry's mouth and shoot his jizz all over my girlfriend's neck and chest sent me over the top. My thrusts got harder and deeper as I began shooting jets of my seed inside of her, just seconds after she had finished off Tim. I eventually pulled out and she grabbed a towel to clean up Tim's spunk. Tim's impressive nuts had spurted about twice as much as I usually did. Exhausted, the three of us passed out naked soon after, all crammed into my one bed. I didn't wake up until about noon the next day. I awoke with a head pounding from a hangover, and noticed that Kerry had already gotten up and left, leaving only my brother and I sleeping naked in my bed. I rustled him awake and we both groggily stumbled to my bathroom nude and shared a long post-drinking piss. I felt incredibly guilty about letting my brother get involved with my girlfriend's and my sex life. "Dude, what the hell happened last night?" Tim asked as he drained the last few drops of urine from his one-eyed monster. "We friggen' double teamed my girlfriend is what happened." "Yeah man, I mean, I remember, I just can't believe that happened." Tim said guiltily. "Neither can I." We showered together quietly in my room, and I couldn't help but admire him soaping up his cock and balls and rubbing himself clean. I was beginning to realize that my attraction to Tim was becoming stronger and more sexual. I wondered if he felt the same way about me. We went together to practice that afternoon, and I did my best to take out my sexual frustrations on Austin, my wrestling partner and Tim's roommate. We wrestled a few good practice rounds towards the end of practice before calling it a day. I really loved the feeling of a man underneath me or on top of me, even if it was only wrestling. I was still extremely confused about what had happened the night before, and wrestling Austin took my mind off the situation. I still hadn't talked to Kerry, and I was afraid she would be pretty embarrassed about what happened. Later that night, she and I had a long and awkward talk about what had happened the night before. We both partly blamed each other, her for inviting Tim in and me for letting it continue. Of course, the alcohol was primarily to blame. We both agreed that it shouldn't happen again. After arguing and finally mending fences, we engaged in a long bit of foreplay before having an intense fuck. However, as I humped my girlfriend, the only thing I could think of was my own little brother, beads of sweat on his forehead, abs contracting, cock in hand, blowing his load right in front of me the night before.