Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2021 00:30:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Ript Jock Subject: WRESTLING AND EVERYTHING ELSE - PART 29 (Athletics) Monday, the week before nationals. My thumb had healed enough that I could go back to regular training and I couldn't wait. I dove into the workouts, drills and scrimmages like a madman, charged up like never before, throwing my whole body and soul into every minute on the mat. Not just because the biggest tournament in my life was only ten days away but holy fuck, I hadn't wrestled anyone in over a week. Jase said I needed a little extra guidance so every night I was over at Duncan's working out with the man himself, the head of our family and the greatest wrestling god our program had ever produced. Duncan was flat out amazing. He explained everything so clearly, in words and on the mat. And Jesus, that body of his was still on point. His muscle tone, his reflexes... you'd never guess he was nearly 35. Of course we trained naked. It was the only way to really feel the moves, the connection between us, the way our bodies responded. Even a skin tight singlet is a layer of separation, an obstruction. True wrestling is all about bare muscle against bare muscle. Needless to say, our cocks were hard from the moment we stepped onto the mat, but that was part of true wrestling too. It's a sexual act, every bit as carnal and intimate as fucking. I can't even begin to describe what it felt like to roll around naked with a guy who'd been my idol since I was eight years old. I'd wanted his cock deep inside me since long before I even knew I wanted cock. Every time he touched me was electric; I'd feel it crackling through my bones and surging directly into my groin. When our skins pressed together my cock was so stiff it ached. When I felt his hard meat jammed against me I leaked precum in a thick salty stream. But whenever I tried to bring it to the next level, when our training session ended and I'd reach over and give his cock a squeeze or back up against him and let it slip between my cheeks, he'd only laugh and push me away. "Hit the shower," he'd say. "Go home to your brother." I figured maybe as head of the family he didn't think it would be right to fuck me, or maybe it's because he was Coach Wilson's brother. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter. I just nodded and did as he told me... after I'd grabbed the mop and gave the mat a good swabbing. It was something he'd never have asked me to do but I knew how to show my father figure the proper respect. Every night I'd scrub that surface until it was pristine and wipe it dry with clean towels, then rush to the showers to catch another glimpse of him before he got dressed. Duncan would be toweling off and I'd stand there and gaze at his incredible physique. Sparkling clean, his skin smooth and glowing, nipples bulbous and fat cock dangling... I just stood there taking the sight in, my cock sticking out like a flagpole, eyes wide as dinner plates and a dopey grin on my face. He'd look back at me and laugh, and snap my bare ass with his towel as he strutted past. "Say hi to Carter for me," he'd say. And that I did, every night when I got home. I'd be so full of cum I was ready to burst. My clothes were off by the time I was two steps in the door, and I'd launch into that boy and maul him like there was no tomorrow. Carter sure had no problem with that. Whether I needed his dick or needed to pound his ass, he was more than willing to play along. Those sessions we had were legendary; eight nights in a row I swear we burned enough energy to light up Detroit. My brother would crack jokes about how bad I was thirsting for Duncan but I knew he understood, and he didn't mind reaping the benefits either. Like true brothers we fed off each other. The energy I brought home each night would get him going as well, and we'd both wind up hot and sweaty and blowing loads like never before. The ninth night ended just a bit different. I'd gotten so used to taking Duncan's orders, following all his commands. I was like a puppy learning new tricks, so eager to please his master. Every time I'd pull off a new move he showed me and finally get it right he'd rub my neck or give my traps a squeeze and put me in absolute heaven. In their own way his little rewards had become as satisfying to me as sex itself. Of course my cock was still dribbling and my ass was twitching for his meat but those little touches made me feel so fulfilled because I'd done something that made him happy. No doubt about it, Duncan was an alpha. A real one, not just one of those assholes who pretend to be. He was a natural leader, the kind of guy others line up behind without question, without ever having to raise his voice or put on some silly dominant show. One little smile from him and I'd gladly break my back doing anything he asked. We'd been working on an elevator move for a couple of days, a single-leg defense and takedown combination. It was a tried-and-true old school technique that didn't get used so much anymore, which meant it had good potential for taking even a top wrestler by surprise. Duncan was Jase's size, a weight class above me, so I had to work harder but that would pay off even more -- if I ever learned to do the damn thing. This was the last night of training before we left for Ohio and it still felt awkward and unwieldy. I couldn't pull it off smoothly to save my life, and no matter how hard I tried it just wasn't clicking... until it did. Suddenly it was like the clouds parted, and next thing I knew I was lifting him and rolling over and putting him on his back. By instinct I pounced and in a heartbeat I had him pinned. Me. Duncan. I mean, it wasn't an actual match... but this was Duncan. Pinned. He gave me a bigger grin than I'd ever seen him grin before. "Perfect!" he said, and I fucking melted with pride. "Let's run it two more times just to make sure you've got it, then we can call it a night." From there it was like a fucking dream. Everything I'd been doing wrong, now I was doing right. I had the move down. I owned it. And Duncan was still on his back grinning. I grinned back gazing into his eyes a moment, then rolled off him and headed for the broom closet. "Where you going?" he asked. "To get the mop." "Why don't you get the oil instead?" I could hardly believe my ears but I wasn't about to waste a second. I snagged the bottle of olive oil from the shelf and was back at center mat in no time. Handed it to my idol and he screwed off the cap and poured a little into his palm and began smearing it over my body. Holy fuck, if a pat on the shoulder felt good, having that stud rub oil over my chest and abs and all the way down my back to my ass was insane. My skin absolutely drank it up, I was so damn content. His big strong hands massaged my shoulders, kneaded my arms, slid over my hamstrings and quads... his fingers slipping along my ass crack and fondling my cock and balls. At that moment I swear I was in such fucking ecstasy I couldn't remember my own name. I could hardly even breathe. And then it was my turn; I took the bottle of oil and began slicking up Duncan. Just touching that stud, running my hands all over his muscles, had my heart skipping beats like crazy. He was so damn perfect with his burly arms, massive pecs, solid abs carved up like sculpted stone. Every muscle in his back stood out in bold definition. And those incredible ass cheeks, quads, hams, even his calves. His entire body was one big tight bundle of grade-A meat, muscle fibers and veins popping out everywhere. I couldn't get enough of feeling him up. Every inch of him was a goddamn wet dream. I would have just kept rubbing and oiling that fucker all night but Duncan held me off and told me to get ready. I figured on a typical oil match, lots of scrambling and playing, but he had something else in mind. He launched at me like a rocket and took me down before I knew it. There I was down on the mat on all fours with his big muscular body all over me, slick oily arms wrapped around me, legs forcing my knees wide apart and driving me forward, putting my weight on my hands... and oh my fucking God, a big fat cock head capping a huge stiff rod, pressed to my hole begging to be let in. Duncan started slow and easy but I didn't waste a moment egging him on; I'd never needed cock so bad in my life. He pushed in strong and steady opening me up wide, plunging in all the way until his hips were flush against mine. I swear it felt like I'd never taken a cock so thick, so long, so stiff. He was truly living up to the legend I'd carried in my head for all those years. He fucked me with long deep strokes, arms clenched around me squeezing my ribs hard, scruffy face resting firmly between my shoulder blades, plunging in hard and drawing slowly back rocking my whole body with every thrust. I moaned loud and long as Duncan kept on banging me grunting like a bull. He'd rear back and drive in again and I'd flex and push back to meet him, eager to take the full brunt of his pounding. Our smooth oily skins slid back and forth against each other, dripping with sweat. I couldn't have dreamed of anything better. Duncan grabbed my cock and jacked me furiously. There was no way I could hold out much longer. For a moment my breath got stuck in my lungs; my whole body hung on the brink... and then with a heave I unloaded, cum blasting out of me in big gooey globs, splattering all over the mat. A moment later I felt all his muscles clench around me at once and he jammed his cock in deep and held it, and I knew he was shooting inside me. My hole gripped and spasmed on his rock hard meat as my cream spurted out in thick gushes. Our loads poured out and our strength drained too, and I collapsed onto the mat with Duncan on top of me, his arms still around me, his cock still inside me, his head tucked sweetly against my shoulder. Minutes later we untangled. I grabbed the mop and without a word we cleaned the mat together. He draped his beefy arm around my shoulders and led me to the shower. "Why didn't we do this before?" I asked him, carefully soaping his gorgeous body. "It wouldn't have worked. If we'd done it the first night you'd have been thinking about it on the second, and the third... you needed to focus on wrestling, nothing else. Technique. Training." "Okay. Why now?" "Because now your head's on straight. You have your skills down. And you know how to handle a man." He smiled, and stroked my head. "I know what boys need. Now you can go out there and win." I was still feeling that session with Duncan when I stumbled into the dorm room all dreamy-eyed. Carter looked up from his studying and knew at a glance. "Big night?" he asked me. "Yeah. Me and Duncan." "Good," he said. "I'm beat. I need a good night's sleep." We crawled into my bunk, cuddled together and slept like logs. Thursday morning in Cincinnati. First day of the NCAA championships. We were all sky high on adrenalin, bounding up to the arena ready to take on the world. As usual Justin, Travis, Carter and I had shared a hotel room the night before; it was tough to calm ourselves enough to sleep but after a round of good healthy blow jobs we'd settled down and drifted off together with satisfied smiles and the taste of each other's cum on our lips. The four of us, plus Ben, were the only ones from our program who'd qualified. All of us family, and only Greg was left out. I felt bad for him and also a little conflicted. I wasn't sure if he'd let us down or we'd let him down. Jase set me straight. "Greg had a tough season. His weight class was stacked and he had a lot of shit to work through with Ben. There's more to wrestling than just winning. It's all about the fight. He helped his brother get back on track and that's more important than anything." I told him I understood. I thought I did anyway. When we hit the locker room our eyes nearly bugged out of our heads. Here were hundreds of stud wrestlers, the best in the nation, perfect bodies, fine-tuned muscles, stripping down and suiting up. They were lined up at the scales for weigh-ins wearing thin compression shorts or going stark naked, cocks and balls dangling everywhere, all dripping testosterone so thick you could practically smell it in the air. My heart rate instantly went into overdrive. I wanted to wrestle every one of them, tangle up and slam them to the mat and mash my body against them until they crumpled in defeat. I wanted every one of those beautiful studs to be my brother, to wrestle with me and fuck with me and love each other to death. But we weren't here to make new friends. We were here to impose our will. We had three days of hard-fought battle ahead of us and these hunks of beef were the obstacles that stood between us and our goals. From my very first match, the second I squared off with my opponent at center mat, looked into his eyes and gave him that token handslap, my cock was swelling. I could still feel Duncan's thick shaft throbbing in my ass. My cock was fully hard by the time I lunged in for my first shot and took my man down; scrambled on top of him, mashed him into the foam with my stiff meat pressed to his crack. I knew damn well he could feel my cock poking him, feel the way my muscles controlled him, my hot breath blasting against his neck. He knew I'd pry his hole open and fuck him if only I could. I owned him. He was mine. We both felt it from that very first series. His body was my plaything. He'd break free, take his escape point, mount an attack and even momentarily prevail but it always came back to me riding on top of him, restraining him, confining him, my hard cock menacing him, reminding him who was boss. He was my opponent and my enemy on paper but I loved him like a brother for his struggle, for the challenge, the sweat and the strain. The final whistle blew and the ref raised my hand. I stood proudly dripping sweat and bulging in my singlet and for the first time I heard the crowd, roaring -- for me or for the seven other matches going on, I couldn't tell, it didn't matter. I was liberated, validated. Justified. I'd won a match at the NCAA championships. This was where I belonged. The rest of the day was a blur, a jumble of muscled arms and legs and powerful torsos, tangling and untangling and pressing, torquing, mashing, stretching, grinding. One after the other we crushed together and tested each other with aching muscles and huffing breath, skins slick with our own sweat as well as each other's, coaches yelling instructions from the sidelines, refs barking orders, clock always ticking. Both wrestlers praying our strength would hold out the full seven minutes. My cock ever rigid, never dropping below half mast even between matches. Okay, with Jase giving massages there wasn't much chance of going soft. At the end of the day I was still unbeaten; I'd put down all my opponents. I was too wrapped up in my own world to follow how the others were doing but Carter had won out too, and so did Justin. Ben and Travis ran into some trouble early on but they were both coming back strong and making headway in the losers' bracket. We gathered up after the last match was done, all of us in rancid soaked-through singlets still wearing the sweat and stench of our opponents as badges of honor. I hugged each one of my brothers with all my heart, like shipwreck survivors. It had been an incredible day. All of us were dead tired, absolutely beat. Showers, then a low key dinner, and then back to our hotel room to crawl into bed together. I must have swallowed a quart of Carter's cum that he'd built up all day, and he took a nice big load of mine while Travis and Justin drained each other in the next bed an arm's length away. Half an hour later the four of us were sound asleep. Friday we were back on the mat in fresh singlets, grinding it out again. The competition was fierce; everyone who'd made it this far without a loss had blood in his eye. They battled as if their lives depended on it. There was no room for even a momentary lapse or hesitation. I fought my hardest, put my faith in Jase's ringside coaching, pulled out all my skills. In the quarterfinals I hit a snag and was sent down to grind my way back with the rest of the losers. If that first day was absolute magic, the second was reality setting in. This wouldn't be over soon and it wouldn't be easy. Carter lost in the quarters too, to our old friend Dave from Indiana -- at least he kept it in the family. Justin made it as far as the semis but then fell short in a one-point match. Ben was still alive but Travis had dropped a second match and would watch the rest of the tournament from the stands. Nobody'd be taking home a gold medal this year. We'd just have to keep on plugging away and try for a spot on the podium. We tromped back to our hotel room still feeling the bruises and aches and strains from Thursday, not to mention all the fresh damage we'd suffered today. We barely spoke, barely looked at each other, stared down at the floor or straight ahead seeing only the mat, the arena, the clock counting down toward zero, the wrestlers we faced yesterday and today and the ones we'd face tomorrow. I crawled into bed with Carter and wrapped my arms around him, our bare skins pressed together, drawing strength from my brother and giving him mine. If I could help my brother win, help him become a champion, I'd gladly give him every last ounce of my strength and lose all the rest of my matches, tomorrow and forever. Lying there holding him close, I understood what Jase had told me about Greg and Ben. And then it was Saturday, the last chance to make our marks. The locker room reeked of desperation and resolve. At most I'd have only two matches to wrestle; the end was in sight. I pulled on my singlet, looked up -- and there was Duncan standing before me. "You ready for this?" he asked. My eyes narrowed and hardened. "Fuck yeah." "Go get `em. Show `em who you are." He clenched me in his arms and hugged me, hard. I felt his big rigid cock shoved against my own stiffening meat. A surge of energy shot through me from head to toe. "Just watch me." When they called my first match I was rock hard. I bounced onto the mat ready to wrestle and rumble and fuck the whole world. That poor kid from Virginia Tech never stood a chance. From the start I was all over him, attacking, ensnaring, breaking him down. He spent most of the match with his head mashed onto the mat, his body squashed flat beneath me so locked down he couldn't budge. The second match was a real dogfight, an all-out scramble. I was badly overmatched, up against a top-ranked gorilla from Missouri who was looking to make a statement; the winner of this one would take third place overall. At the whistle he lunged with his best double-leg. I countered and he re-shot, I countered and he re-shot again. He was burning energy like crazy and so was I just fending him off but he didn't seem to be tiring anytime soon, and neither would I. In fact, each new scramble only made my cock stiffer, and god damn if he wasn't showing a nice big bone in his singlet too. We had each other so fired up I thought if the match went to overtime we'd be out of our gear and plowing ass right there on ESPN. He took me down but I scrambled free, then took me down again. He couldn't hold me long but the fucker never quit, and was slowly building a lead. I struck back in the second period, even managed a couple of near-fall points but only made it back to even. I felt his goddamn meat against me every time we clashed, and I knew he could feel mine rubbing against him too. In the third he rebounded, took me down once again, cut me loose and tried for one more takedown to put it away. It was my last chance to take the match and my cock was dripping for action. He lunged in on a single-leg and suddenly the curtains parted. It was right there in front of me; without a thought I knew just what to do. I elevated his body and rolled underneath, just like Duncan taught me. Saw him tip over in ultra-slow motion, legs flailing through the air, back slamming onto the mat with a monstrous thud. Instantly I pounced on him, pressed down with all my strength... heart racing, balls churning, my skin on fire as the seconds plodded by... he bridged to keep his shoulders up and I kept on pressing harder, harder, until finally he gave out and collapsed. The ref's hand slapped the mat, signaling victory... and at that critical moment I unleashed, blew a huge load into my singlet that had my body quivering and jerking as I mashed down on top of him, rolled off and lay back onto the mat panting, sweating and dribbling cum. The locker room was insane. Guys I didn't even know, coaches and wrestlers from every school, every weight class were congratulating me, squeezing my shoulders and slapping my ass. A pin in a third place match at the NCAAs is enormous, especially when it's a guy you never heard of beating one of the favorites. And then my brothers swooped in and surrounded me grabbing and hugging, and Duncan was there, and Jase. My whole fucking world right in front of me. I was ecstatic. When the final matches were done we piled into the van for the long drive home, all of us dog tired and grinning. Justin had taken third in his weight class too, Carter fourth, Ben seventh -- the four of us made All-American. Travis had barely missed the podium but he made a damn good showing, something to feel proud of and build on for the future. By the time we hit the freeway Travis already had Justin's pants open and that big stud's massive cock in his hand, happily stroking. "Guys, really -- ?" I started, then took a look around. Jase was driving, Ben riding shotgun, and my three buddies with me in back. We were all family; the trainer and the other two assistants were in a separate car with Coach Wilson. I broke into a grin. Carter caught my eye and knew instantly what I was thinking. He pulled me close and we started making out nice and slow. We peeled our shirts off and wrapped up tight in each other's arms; there was nothing on earth I loved more than feeling my brother's smooth warm skin against mine. I kissed him so fucking deep, completely lost in each other. He stroked my package through my warm-up suit and then slipped his hand into the waistband. My cock sprang up to meet him, grateful to be in the grasp of his beefy hand. Travis was happily going down on his brother, sucking his thick meat in and out from the tip all the way to the root. They both had their shirts off and the little guy was busily squirming out of his pants while Justin stroked his head and rubbed his shoulders and slid a thick finger along his crack, and every once in a while flexed his hips to shove that big cock far down Travis's throat. We couldn't help checking out our buddies as they lit each other up. Our pants were both pushed down past our asses and shorts hooked below our balls, and we stroked and made out and kept an eager eye on the action going on in the seat behind us. Jase checked the rearview, looked again in disbelief and then rolled his eyes and snorted. "Can't you goddamn delinquents keep your hands off each other's dicks for a second?" Ben turned to look and let out a gleeful yelp, hit the dome light and hung over the back of his seat with his chin on folded arms enjoying the view. Justin had dug out a bottle of lube from his bag and Travis was mounting his cock as we sailed through the night down I-74 giving the whole freeway a first rate show. After winning those matches and collecting all that praise I needed my brother's cock inside me worse than you'd ever believe. Nothing resets your perspective better than a good hard fuck. I shoved my pants all the way down to my ankles and kicked off my shoes. Carter grinned and reached back to Justin for the lube as I lay back across the bench seat, pulled him down on top of me and spread my legs wide. Soon I felt his cool slippery fingers sink into my twitching hole. I teased his cock as he hustled out of his clothes and hovered over me, bare muscled ass in the air, then leaned in and pressed his slick head to my eager sphincter and pushed in. No doubt the most impressive sight ever seen on a highway in Indiana. "Ah fuck, I need to get in on this!" Ben yowled, tore his clothes off and raced to the back seat where his boy Justin was still playing the wild bronco for Travis. Ben squeezed in alongside and pinched and teased the big guy's nipples; Justin grinned and gave him a kiss, snagged a good stiff cock in each hand and jacked Ben and Travis together. The two took turns making out with the big stud, and licking and gnawing his ears while Travis rode his cock and Ben teased and prodded them both. Jase was muttering and snarling up front; I knew damn well he'd love to throw in with us but somebody had to drive and he was the one they paid to be responsible. He flicked off the dome light and turned the radio up full blast. I figured Kyle better be set for a long and raucous night when Jase got home. I underhooked Carter and clenched him tight to my chest; there was nothing I loved more than kissing my brother while he fucked me. He knew how bad I needed it, he could always tell, and he slammed my deserving ass like never before. Those goddamn seams in the car seat, the arm rest jammed against my head, seat belt buckles digging into my back made the plowing he gave me all the more intense, all the more sweet. I squeezed that fucker till he grunted and growled, and gave me such a good hard banging I knew I'd be sore for a week. My face must have been as red as a beet, my forehead on fire. I was so fucking cranked up by that nonstop pounding. I was almost beyond cumming; I wanted keep on fucking forever... until I heard Carter's grunts turn to whimpers, and I knew he was ready to blow his load. It always got me so damn hot to see my brother shoot. Once I knew he was on the verge it was all over for me too; I cut loose and shot a thick white strip right up across my chest and all the way to my chin. My hole squeezed and tightened on Carter's stiff cock and he let out a yell and tensed up and dumped a huge load into me. My whole goddamn body tingled and twitched and jerked with absolute pleasure as I spurted my cream and Carter rooted away inside me. And then it seemed like the whole van was filled with moaning and grunting and yelping. The ripe steamy smell of cum was everywhere. One thing about being part of a team, you get used to doing everything together. Carter and I lay together chuckling to each other and mopping up cum with our T-shirts while the rest of them poured out their juices and licked and swabbed each other clean. We were all quiet and huddled together resting peacefully when Jase pulled up in front of the dorm. "All right," he barked, "Get your clothes on, grab your shit and get outta the damn car." We traded sly smiles with each other and gathered our gear together. Everybody bailed out and headed for the building but I lagged behind a second, stepped around to the driver's side and rapped on the window. Jase rolled it down. "Yeah?" I leaned in and gave my mentor a big wet kiss, reached down and gave his cock a squeeze. Yep, just like I thought. It was hard as a rock. I grinned. "Say hi to Kyle for me." ******************************************************* Well, the guys have made it through another season. As usual there were a few bumps and surprises along the way but in the end they're still true wrestlers and true brothers. They'll be out of competition for a while but that doesn't mean they won't see some action in the off 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!