Date: Mon, 30 Nov 2020 02:21:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Ript Jock Subject: WRESTLING AND EVERYTHING ELSE - PART 27 (Athletics) It was a Monday evening. Carter and I were in our room studying when Justin showed up at the door. He was always welcome just as any of the guys were; we'd gladly drop anything for a brother, even if he just wanted to hang out and bullshit a while. But Justin looked like he had something more serious on his mind. "I'm worried about Travis," he told us. "He's struggling in his matches." Carter shrugged. "He's doing fine. It's still his first season as a starter. He's getting better with every meet. There's nothing to worry about." "I know that -- but he doesn't. I try to tell him, so does Greg, but he won't listen. He likes you guys and he respects you a lot. Can you talk to him or something?" "Sure," I said. "What night do you train at Duncan's?" "Tomorrow." "Okay, make sure he comes with you. We'll see you there." Justin and Travis didn't normally train together; they were too vastly different in size. But as true brothers they stuck together like glue, same as Carter and me. Neither one went anywhere without the other. Each time Justin trained, Travis was on the sidelines watching his every move, and when it was Travis's turn Justin was right there cheering him on. Carter and I went over early and were working out with Duncan's weights when the rest of them showed up. I never passed up an excuse to pump up with my brother shirtless -- or naked if we were feeling especially frisky. Watching my buddy's muscles flex as he pushed that iron, seeing the veins stand out on the sides of his head, his face redden, his body moisten with sweat... holy fuck did it ever make my cock hard. And then when it was my turn, locking eyes with him as I strained to raise that barbell or lift that stack, watching him bone up with every ounce of my effort -- whether he was tenting a pair of workout shorts or flaunting it out bare -- I swear, if all gyms were like Duncan's every guy on the planet would end up jacked like a motherfucker. Justin's mentor Ben was as tough as they come but even he couldn't handle the big stud on the mat. The only one who could truly put Justin through his paces and give him the training session he needed was Kyle. Of course Kyle was always eager to give him a match, one big guy to another; there was nothing they loved more than a good hard session of heavyweight muscle on muscle. Those two wild bulls stripped down and clashed in a show of brute force and sheer power while Ben circled around them like a rabid pit bull barking out commands to his boy. Travis sat just off the edge of the mat and watched. Carter and I moved in next to him, one on each side. He hardly seemed to notice. He just sat there staring straight ahead, looking but not really seeing the beefed up bodies and big swinging cocks grinding against each other a few feet in front of his face. I draped an arm around his shoulders and Carter nudged in close alongside. "How ya doin, bud?" I asked him. "Okay I guess." He didn't even bother to look at me. "You sure? You seem kinda distracted lately. Like, I dunno, maybe there's something bothering you." I reached down to his shorts and gave his meat a squeeze. It wasn't even hard. "I'm okay," he said, sounding a little annoyed but not with me, more like with himself. "I'm always okay. I'll never be any better than that. But at least I'm okay." "What are you talking about?" "Nothing. Everything. Never mind. It's my own thing to deal with. I may never be any good as a wrestler but at least I don't totally suck at it either." "Bullshit," Carter said, rubbing his head. "You're a great wrestler. I fucking love watching you. You're amazing." On the mat, the two big bruisers came crashing down together with a thud, setting off an explosion of sweat droplets, grunting like animals and scrambling to snare each other's arms and legs. Travis winced. "I'll never be like him. Don't you get it? I'm supposed to be his brother. He's tearing up the mat like a bulldozer and I'm just barely staying better than even. I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve him." Carter and I exchanged a look. "Seriously?" I asked him. "That's what's been bugging you all this time? That's what this is about?" "Yes! And don't tell me it's no big deal because it is! He wins every goddamn one of his matches without even hardly trying and I feel lucky every time I don't lose. How the fuck am I supposed to face him every day?" "Travis..." Carter wrapped an arm around his neck in a loose headlock. "There's always gonna be somebody better than you. There's somebody better than Justin too. It doesn't matter. That's not what this is about. We're wrestlers, all of us. We live to go up against another guy on the mat. But you know you gotta lose sometimes." "That's easy to say when you win." "You do win, lots of matches. And you're gonna win more. You're so fucking close to busting loose. If you just keep working -- " "I won't ever be a great wrestler. Not like he is." Carter looked at me for help. All I could do was shrug. I didn't know how to deal with this -- at least not with words. The guy's brain was all knotted up and he needed something to put him back on track. Maybe talking wasn't the answer. I peered back at Carter. "Hold his arms," I said. Without a second thought my brother shot like lightning and snagged Travis from behind in a double chicken wing. He struggled and tried to kick free but I pounced on him, sat with all my weight on his quads and between the two of us we had him locked down tight. For a little 133 pounder he sure had some fight. I pulled his T-shirt up over his head and looped it behind his neck, leaned in and spoke low and deep into his ear. "Now you watch those two big studs on the mat, and tell me you aren't a real wrestler." With Carter still torquing both arms I started licking and gnawing on Travis's nipples. At first he wriggled and squirmed, instinctively resisting the way we took him by force, but soon enough he relaxed and let it happen. It was hardly our first session. I knew those tight hard muscles well, the pale white skin and those prominent pink buds. The feeling of my lips and tongue and teeth grazing over his smooth hard flesh was so familiar, something I think we'd both been missing far too long. Travis grunted and whimpered softly as I teased his breastbone with my nose and ran my lips and tongue down the centerline of his abs, licking and kissing each slab of his solid eightpack along the way. I stopped at his navel and swirled my tongue around, sucked and gnawed at his gut. Gripped his package through his shorts and gave it a squeeze. His cock wasn't quite hard yet but had definitely added some weight. Carter pressed in close behind him, still keeping his arms immobile, as the behemoths on the mat oiled each other down and launched into playtime, rolling around together, huge bodies slipping and sliding and smacking against each other. "Look at those fuckin' beasts!" Carter's hot breath hissed into his ear and Travis jerked nervously, squirmed and groaned and gasped, his flesh quivering at my touch. I yanked his shorts down and unleashed his cock. It sprang out eagerly, thick and meaty; he had such a beautiful oversized shank for a small guy. I gave it a lick, then another, then slowly traced the edge of his head with my tongue all the way around. I took it in my lips and Carter shifted positions, released his hold and wrapped his arms across Travis's chest, and as that swollen rod sank into my mouth the two began casually making out. His shaft was fully hard in no time. I eased it in deep, rocked my head back and forth sliding my lips all the way up to the head and then bearing down on it again until my nose was buried in his pubes and his fat head pushed into my throat. Travis grunted as I cupped his balls and slid his meat smoothly in and out of my mouth. I could hear my brother growl too, their lips mashed together, tongues playfully wrestling and exploring each other. I knew Carter well enough, and knew all of Travis's restless little noises, so I could tell exactly when my brother was pinching and teasing his nipples, grinding a scruffy jaw against his neck, gnawing on his ear. I stuck to my own job working that big thick cock in my mouth like there was no tomorrow, squeezing his quads and ass cheeks, rubbing a wet finger along his crack and slipping it into his twitching hole, massaging his insides until he rewarded my effort with a nice thick glob of precum oozing hot and salty onto my tongue. His entire body shuddered and his breaths became desperate. I knew he wanted me to back off and take it slower but that isn't what I was here for; I wanted to make the fucker shoot his load fast and hard. Ignoring his pleading I jammed two fingers deep up his ass as far as they could reach and plunged his throbbing cock down my gullet all the way to the root. He bucked and jerked and then unloaded, his cream exploding in white hot gushes that flooded my throat, every muscle in his body twitching and tingling with pleasure, and I swallowed and sucked until I'd drained him dry. I gave him a grin and a big hug, and Carter and I held him close and rubbed his shoulders and stroked his head while he gasped for breath, the redness in his cheeks faded, and his heart rate slowed to normal. "So, whatta ya think?" I asked him. "Feel like a real wrestler now?" He smiled. "I feel good. Better. But still not like I should." "Well, what the hell's it gonna take?" "Sorry," Travis said. "I love you guys, I really do. But if you thought you were gonna snap me outta something just like that, it's not so easy. I may feel better right now but things haven't changed." Carter scowled at him. "You mean he sucked your cock for nothing?" "Well," I said, licking my lips and grinning, "maybe not quite for nothing..." We had a home meet on Sunday afternoon so on Saturday after training we were hanging around the dorm room. Brady was there; he'd been spending a lot of time with me on weekends. We'd done some light drills on our new homemade mat and were just kicking back in our workout shorts bullshitting. It wasn't long before the conversation got back to Travis. Carter and I moaned to each other about how nothing we tried had done any good. We didn't know what to do next. "Can I give it a shot?" Brady asked me. "We've already pumped him up as much as we could, done everything we could think of. Greg's been working with him too. If his own mentor can't reach him, what else can we do?" "Well... maybe more coaching isn't what he needs right now." If Brady had something to offer that we hadn't thought of I was willing to go along. He may have been young but the kid had a good head on his shoulders and could wrestle with the best. Carter trotted off down the hall to snag Travis and bring him over. I'll admit though, it bothered me a little bit. Brady hadn't been with any of the guys aside from my brother and me, and I wasn't quite sure just how far he was ready to go. Overprotective, I know, but after all, he was my boy. "Are you positive you're good with this?" I asked him. "Of course. I'm part of the family too... right?" "Yes. You are." Carter led Travis back to our room and he stepped in and squinted at us, not sure what he was in for. Brady busted out a big smile and flashed him those gorgeous blue eyes. "Thanks so much for coming, man. I could really use your help. Remember at the last meet, you did like a side cradle transition to a bow-and-arrow? Could you show me how to do that? It looked so fucking smooth." Travis frowned. "I guess so. It wasn't that special..." "But you executed it perfectly. I'm still trying to learn, I want to do it exactly like you did. Can you work on it with me? Please?" Brady gave him that star-struck look with his big wide eyes, like Travis was his absolute idol. It worked like a charm. "Sure," Travis said. He kicked off his shoes and stepped onto the mat. "Umm, I've been training naked. They say it really helps you get an awareness of each other's moves. Doesn't it?" And he slipped off his shorts and got down on all fours, exposing the most sublime ass this side of Mount Olympus. "Yeah," Travis gulped, "it does." He shed his own clothes in a heartbeat, moved in close to Brady and assumed the top role in the referee's position, kneeling with his hips flush against those muscular cheeks, an arm wrapped around my boy's torso, a hand on his elbow. "I'll show you first, then we'll let you give it a try." They ran through the move in slow motion, then full speed, over and over, their tight muscular bodies meshing together, smooth flesh gliding over smooth flesh. Their two cocks were hard before they were even halfway into the first series. Brady was gushing out praise for Travis's skills, really laying it on. When it was his turn on top I'd swear he was making little mistakes on purpose so Travis could correct him. He took all the advice and adjustments and tips so gratefully. I elbowed Carter and we traded grins watching as Travis stepped into the role of coach, his spirits swelling as much as his cock as he trained one very eager and drop dead gorgeous student. "Yeah, that's it," he said. "Great job. You're getting it. Yes, just like that! You got it!" Brady was executing cleanly now, his bow-and-arrow skills honed, their supple naked bodies working together seamlessly. They fell back on the mat together on their elbows, legs still half entangled; Brady looked Travis deep in the eyes and grinned. "What next, Coach?" Travis shot a quick glance to me and I gave him a little go-ahead nod, as if it was needed; Brady's hand was already gripping Travis's rigid meat and stroking it heartily. My boy bent his head down and took that thick meat in his mouth. He sucked it in and out with long slow strokes putting on a show for Carter and me as Travis's big cock bulged out his cheeks. Travis moaned contentedly, rubbing Brady's head and shoulders as he worked, flexing his hips to give his whole shaft to that wet and willing young throat. Gently they repositioned themselves on the mat; Travis upended Brady in a slow motion wrestling scramble and dove on his hard dripping cock, and the two sixty-nined each other like starving men. Carter and I watched from the sidelines, each with an arm wrapped around the other and a hand rubbing each other's packages. It was so fucking gratifying watching the two of them go at it. Brady was still at that fresh stage where all sex is magical, and Travis was more excited than I'd seen him get about anything in weeks. They sucked each other greedily, as if swallowing cock was the sole essential purpose of their lives. My brother and I couldn't get enough of watching those two big dicks sliding in and out of each other's mouths -- but just the same I kept the Vaseline close at hand for when they were ready to move on to the next stage. Brady was first to pull back and poke his head up. He looked over at me and I tossed him the jar. I had no idea yet which of those two thick shanks was going to get the grease, and which of those studs would be using it to ease the way to his insides. That hot ass kid grinned at me and began smearing it over Travis's rod, prompting a long low moan from his training partner. Brady pulled his meat from Travis's mouth and straddled him, spreading a nice fat gob around his own hole and plumbing it in with his fingers. He rocked back and pressed his ass to Travis's slicked up cock head, slowly spreading his sphincter and letting that stiff veiny rod push steadily in, finally sitting back and letting it slide inch by inch all the way to the root. Travis panted and moaned as Brady began slowly grinding forward and back. Both their faces showed utter pleasure. My brother and I gripped each other tight, couldn't help stroking each other and making out a little but mostly kept our eyes glued to our buddies pitching and rolling, grunting and moaning barely an arm's length away on the floor. Travis's eyes lit up like wildfire as Brady's tight ass squeezed and massaged his thick meat. He gripped Brady's triceps, rolled him over onto his back without even pulling out and started banging his heart out, plunging in again and again with a vengeance. Brady grabbed his shoulders, wrapped his legs around Travis and pulled him close, and Travis mashed his lips to my boy's, hungrily devouring him as his ass cheeks clenched and strained, driving his cock in hard and then dragging back and plowing in again. Carter and I had long since ditched our shorts; now we stretched out on our bunk together both of us still riveted to the scene as he spooned my from behind. With the lube out of reach he just dry humped my crack and jacked my cock, both of us grunting and bucking and loving the display of wild energy laid out before us, loving that we could witness it and be a part of it too. Travis's moans became long and loud and I knew he was about to blow. Brady sensed it too, and it got him even more excited. All at once Travis yelled and plowed in deep as he blew out a staggering load, and when Brady realized what was happening it drove him over the edge. He threw a huge spurt of hot cream up over his shoulder, his whole body jerking and shuddering, leaving a thick white stripe dribbling over his chest and abs. Carter squeezed me tighter than ever and jacked me until I couldn't hold back any longer, and I unleashed in his hand just as I felt the hot welcome sensation of my brother's thick cum splattering over my back. So there we were, four stud wrestlers in heat pouring out our loads all at once. I can't even describe how good it felt, spurting all over myself with my brother's arms tight around me and his seed flooding over my ass cheeks and back while we gazed at our two buddies bucking and thrashing together, yelping and grunting and draining their balls for each other. The four of us blew a good long time -- we're all trained to last seven minutes -- and collapsed into each other's arms growling and grunting contentedly. Best of all, the look on Travis's face told me he'd found a brand new sense of motivation. "You're a great coach," Brady purred to him. "You'll be a great mentor for somebody. He'll be a lucky guy." "I'm just doing what they trained me for." Travis rolled onto his back and sprawled next to Brady on the mat, grinning. "You're so lucky to have a brother. I wish I had one. Maybe next year you'll have your own boy, and he can be my brother." Travis turned to him and gasped, the words almost sticking in his throat. "I'd fucking love that," he breathed. "I'd love that so much." Carter and I just lay there watching, neither of us saying a word, letting them have their moment. When two wrestlers connect like that it's never just a blow-and-go. Carter held me tight as they gazed at each other with huge starry-eyed smiles, Brady softly stroking Travis's chest, Travis leaning in and licking the cum from Brady's collarbone. They hugged one last time; I tossed them a towel and Travis wiped himself down, pulled his clothes on and lumbered off down the hall to his room. Brady scooted over and sat next to my bunk. "So, how'd I do?" he grinned. Carter laughed. "Little brother, you were perfect." "You think it worked then?" "Trust me," I told him. "After a session like that, he'll be boned up to wrestle for weeks. The poor guys he goes up against won't stand a chance." He grinned again and gave me a playful hug. Carter and I each latched onto an arm and pulled him into bed. ******************************************************* So, with a little help from Brady, Travis is back on track. He learned being a good mentor is every bit as important as being a great wrestler -- and those lessons will keep on coming as the guys finish out the season. So, stay tuned! And please after you blow a nice hot load consider making a donation to the site, so my family of wrestlers and all the other smoking hot stories will always have a home!