Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2012 11:24:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Tyler Robertson Subject: College Wrestling with Timmy, Pt. 2 Thank you all for the e-mail responses to Part 1-- I take the time to answer all e-mails so I apologize if it takes me a while to respond! 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. Over the next few weeks, things changed for me pretty significantly. I broke up with Kerry not long after my brother and I had had our threesome with her, and though I'd never admit it to her, it was mainly because she instigated the whole event. I moved on to the single life right as wrestling season was starting up, and though I knew I made the right choice to break up with her, it really sucked not having her pussy to fuck as often as I wanted. I watched porn and beat off often, but found myself more and more often being turned on by the guys in the porn videos I watched, or fantasizing that my brother Tim or his roommate Austin was the dude humping the slut in the video. The image of Timmy getting his wiener sucked and then busting his nut right in front of me still remained fresh in my mind, and daydreaming about it would often leave me with a semi hard-on at the end of a class or while I was studying. Austin, though only 18 and a freshman like my brother, had pretty impressive skills as a wrestler. He was my wrestling partner and was challenging me for the team's 125-lb. spot, but I was still confident that I could beat him out. Much like me, Austin was an incredibly hard worker, so he and I would often wrestle extra time after practice or on our off days to work on our stamina and skills. Austin was the first person that I had ever wrestled to whom I felt physically attracted, which-- though strange to me-- made our long bouts even more enjoyable. Austin stood at 5'5", with dark brown shaggy hair, blue eyes, and a childish innocence to his face. He had a great smile and boy-next-door looks. I used to love the feel of his arms wrapped around my waist trying to keep me pinned to the mat or the feel of his sweaty and coarse armpit hair against the small of my back. Even more I loved the feel of my sweaty chest against his smooth back, as we often wrestled in just compression shorts on the off-days where we were the only guys in the gym. Best was the glancing feel of his package as I grabbed at his meaty thigh, or as he straddled his legs around me. All of our extra wrestling sessions, paired with the fact that he was Tim's roommate, turned Austin and I into pretty good friends. We often hung out outside of wrestling and got meals together. Honestly, I enjoyed making friends with the younger guys on the team, and Austin was of course proud to be friends with someone that he looked up to. Of course, I'd be remiss if I didn't describe the time spent with Austin in our locker room. His locker was right next to mine-- and it seemed like he couldn't strip his clothes off quickly enough when he got to the locker room. After practice, he'd peel off his sweaty t-shirt and compression shorts and relax naked on the bench in front of our lockers until finally sauntering off to the urinal to take a piss and then make his way to the shower. Most guys on the team weren't shy about being in the buff, though Austin seemed to be particularly eager to show off what was between his legs. He kept his cock, balls, and pubic area pristinely shaved, and there was never a bit of stubble on them. His chest and stomach were entirely hairless, so other than the shaggy hair on his head, under his armpits, and some fine hairs on his lower legs and upper thighs, Austin was essentially smooth. He had one of the smaller penises on our team, at least soft, which made it a bit surprising that he was so willing to parade around naked all the time. Usually the least modest guys in the locker room were the well-hung ones, but Austin was the exception to this rule-- and I wasn't complaining. His uncircumcised dong draped over two medium-sized nuts and was probably only about 2 or 3 inches soft. It gave me an odd sense of superiority when I stood or showered next to Austin naked, due to the fact that my schlong was so much bigger than his. It made me feel like the dominant one in both our friendship and competition on the mat, and I wondered if Austin felt the same way. I guess that feeling of dominance intensified when both Austin and my brother Tim were given bids to join our frat. Though I certainly wouldn't classify our fraternity as "gay", we do have some interesting traditions as far as hazing our pledges is concerned. I had been through our "Hell Week" just fine, and actually kind of enjoyed it, so I knew Austin and Timmy would have no problem. Nothing we did to the pledges was too intense; it was mostly all in good fun. The main rule of our hell week-- which I guess might be fitting since we were the wrestling frat-- was that whenever a pledge was in the frat house, he had to be naked. The only time pledges were allowed to leave the frat house was to go to class and practice, meaning that they ate, slept, and studied in the frat house naked all throughout the week. This was all intended to be a bonding experience amongst the pledges and the brothers, and to embarrass the pledges to a certain extent. At night, there would be series of "hazing" events, which were usually just drinking tons of beers together and making the pledges feel uncomfortable. To make things easier for the pledges, they each were assigned an upperclass "big brother" who would watch out for them and take care of them during the week. The big brother was always someone who lived in the frat house, so if the pledge was lucky, he'd get to sleep in their big brother's room instead of being stuck on the floor somewhere in the house. Either by coincidence or fate, I was assigned to be Austin's big brother. Hell week started on a Saturday, and that Saturday was usually the worst day for the pledges-- since the brothers were usually the most drunk on that day. Along with some of the other brothers, I started drinking 40s early in the day so that I'd have a good buzz going by the time the pledges arrived. When the pledges did finally arrive at the house, they were immediately brought to the basement of our frat house and stripped totally naked. We confiscated their clothes, and when they left the house during the week they were forced to wear the clothes that we assigned to them. Tim and Austin stood next to each other stark nude in the row of pledges. Tim probably had the biggest soft cock of all of the pledges, and Austin had close to the smallest. They each had chiseled bodies, as did most of the other pledges since they were almost all athletes of some kind. I couldn't help but marvel at the variety of cocks, nutsacks, and pubic hair styles that stood before us, and the alcohol meant that I wasn't shy about checking them all out, though I doubt any of the pledges noticed my gaze. After a bit of humiliation, insults, and calisthenics, the pledges were brought upstairs and fed before the night was to begin. It started with us hosing them down with ice cold water in our damp and cold basement just to make them miserable. My eyes again were affixed on the bodies and packages of the freshmen in front of me, as I took in their wet muscled bodies and short shriveled cocks from the freezing cold water. After several "trivia" type games and quizzes about the fraternity and its brothers, night one of hell week concluded with what was my favorite tradition of the week-- the elephant walk. Though it may seem that way to outsiders, the elephant walk wasn't really a "gay" tradition, it was just more of a way to get the brothers comfortable with each other and embarrass them in front of us. For those unfamiliar, an elephant walk is when each guy in a line of naked dudes puts his left hand on the shoulder of the man in front of him, and his right hand on the package of the person behind him, and the chain of guys proceeds to walk around holding each other. The brothers of course always laugh at the pledges and make fun of them in their drunkeness, and I was no exception-- yelling and laughing at Timmy and Austin as Austin had his hand reaching behind him gripping Tim's thick shaft and balls. Unlike in past years, this time I was incredibly turned on by the sight. Thankfully for the pledges, no one's cock got hard from being felt up, even in the almost hour long span which they were forced to parade around the house in that position. We rotated them to ensure that each pledge touched the wiener of each other pledge. It wasn't something that was done in a gay way, just drunken boys carrying out an old tradition. By the end of the walk, its was after 3AM, the pledges were exhausted, and the brothers were drunk. The pledges were allowed to go to bed, though they still weren't allowed to put any clothes on whatsoever. Pledges sought out their big brothers to try to find a place to crash in the house, and some were more hospitable than others. I wasn't too big on the whole hazing thing, so I of course invited Austin up to my room to crash. Timmy's big brother was also similarly welcoming, and I watched Tim follow him up to his room. "We can share my bed," I blurted out drunkenly to Austin as we entered my room, and he broke into a grin. "And just so you don't feel bad-- I'll sleep naked too." I pulled off my t-shirt and jeans, followed by my boxer-briefs to reveal my manhood. I noticed Austin checking me out as I walked nude to brush my teeth and take a piss. Austin followed me in to take a leak, and we crossed our streams as we both drained our lizards into my toilet. I watched him play with his uncut pecker to drain the last few drops out, and noticed him gazing intently as I did the same to my shaft. We eventually both climbed naked in to my relatively small bed, Austin on the inside and me on the outside, and I flicked off the light and pulled a sheet over our nude bodies. I quickly fell asleep on my back, but was awakened not long after by a strange sensation. Austin's hand was on the base of my thigh, and he was ever so slowly working his hand up closer to my crotch. I laid there motionlessly for just a second, trying to figure out what to do next. Austin must have still thought I was asleep. Slowly, I placed my hand on Austin's muscular thigh. I felt his soft leg hairs between my fingers. Realizing that I was awake, he immediately pulled his hand away from me. I grabbed his hand with my free hand and placed it back on my leg. I turned my head towards him to smile, and he grinned ear to ear once he could tell that I was okay with his sexual advance. I worked my hands up towards his package, taking time to caress his smooth balls before I grabbed ahold of his wang. By the time I grabbed his dick, he was already fully hard. After giving him a few strokes, it was clear that though his meat was pretty small when soft, he had an average sized unit when hard-- probably about 5". Austin's was the first cock other than my own that I had ever touched, and it felt amazing. I slowly slid his foreskin back and forth to jerk him off. Meanwhile, Austin had reached between my legs to unleash my own one-eyed monster. I was fully erect as Austin slowly stroked me off. I moved closer to him and placed my leg over the top of his so we could feel the warmth of each other's bodies. Eventually, I let my free hand start to explore Austin's body as we mutually jerked each other off. I rubbed his smooth chest and felt his hard nipples, then felt him flex his toned abs with excitement as I continued working his cock between my fingers. He then started to explore my body, rubbing under my hairy armpits to feel my sweat, and caressing the coarse hair on my thighs. "Dude, I'm about to shoot," I managed to whisper out to him, causing him to squeeze my pole and jerk me harder. "I am too man," he whispered back. My lower legs tensed up as the teen stud in my bed continued vigorously jerking my cock and caressing my balls. I worked his tool harder and faster and we each moaned quietly from the sensations that we gave each other. The heat from each other's manly bodies caused us each to start sweating, and I felt the sheen of sweat between Austin and my legs as they touched. Even through the darkness of my room, I could see Austin's shaggy hair matted to his head thanks to sweat, and the glistening of his abs in the dim light from outside. Soon, I reached the point of no return. I let out a series of soft moans as my cock started spurting jet after jet of spunk on to my chest and belly while Austin continued stroking me. I saw Austin then tense up and prepare to shoot his load, and I jerked him hard as he splooged a sizable load of his seed onto his stomach. We looked at each other and smiled as I got up to grab a towel and clean up. I wiped the cum off my body and tossed it over to Austin so he could do the same to his own. I climbed back into bed, and as our cocks softened I moved into a spooning position with Austin, my arm around his waist and my package pressed against his low back. As we both faded to sleep, Austin whispered in my ear. "You moan just like your little brother."