Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2023 01:23:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ript Jock <riptjock@verizon.net>
Subject: WRESTLING AND EVERYTHING ELSE - PART 55 (Athletics)

When the spring semester ended and everybody cleared out for the summer,
Carter and I stuck around.  The plan was to spend the whole break
together working out to make sure he'd hit the ground running next fall
like a champ in his new weight class.  There were plenty of rentals in
town that were happy enough just to have tenants for the summer, and
especially if they were a pair of clean-living wrestlers who weren't
exactly known for the kind of drunken debaucheries that ballplayers and
fratboys always seem to get into.

We found a landlord who gave us a cut rate deal on a furnished apartment
just a short ways off campus... and I had the feeling we might not have
got such a sweet deal if we hadn't been two good-looking guys with
chiseled bodies.  All-American looks and big biceps still get you places
in this world.

As mentors, we had a set of keys to Duncan's place.  His weight room was
better than any gym in town and his mat was always rolled out and ready
to go.  It became our everyday ritual to head over there for our
workouts, weights in the morning and wrestling in the afternoon.  If
Duncan was in town he'd watch over us, work out with us, and give us a
buttload of helpful advice.  When he was out on business, we had the
place all to ourselves.  It was fucking incredible.

Jase was on campus running the wrestling camps for the schoolkids again,
as soon as their classes let out for the summer.  I'd been helping him
out for the last two years but this time he chose Brady as his
assistant.  It was a good call.  They always liked to have a younger guy
assist because the kids could relate to him easily; he was one of them
just a short time ago, and seemed like someone they could grow up to be
in another year or so.  Besides, I was busy enough with the Carter
project.

And it was good for Brady too.  With Willis spending the summer at his
parents' house six hundred miles away in Maryland, he needed something
to distract him from being alone... well, as long as he didn't get too
distracted by all those 17-year-old wrestlers.

So there we were, my true brother and me with a whole summer ahead of us
and nothing to do but pump iron and wrestle.  No classes, no parents, no
coaches, no schedule, no deadlines.  It was fucking heaven.  For our gym
workouts we always stripped down to our compression shorts; we made up an
excuse about keeping an eye on our muscular development but really we
just loved looking at each other, and loved the freedom of working out in
our underwear.  For wrestling we'd start out in our shorts but usually
end up naked, with or without the oil.  Wrestling's all about flesh on
flesh and skin on skin.  Anything else is a compromise.

About the fourth week of the summer, a visitor popped in.

"What the hell, aren't you two horndogs supposed to be training?" a
deep voice bellowed.  "Or just dry-humpin' each other eight hours a
day?"

Kyle.

Carter was all grins at the sound of his old mentor's voice.  He hopped
up off the mat, trotted over and gave him a hug, bare ass and boned up
cock notwithstanding.  Of course I wasn't the least bit shy either about
getting caught with my dick out, any more than my brother was.  We'd all
stripped and wrestled and fucked in front of each other -- and with each
other -- way too many times to start getting squeamish about it now.

Kyle smirked.  "Damn, boy, you look bigger already!  And all that fresh
new beef is feelin' solid!"  He squeezed Carter's delts, then his
triceps, and ran his thick fingers over my brother's rippled abs.
"You'll be stronger'n me in no time -- hell, maybe you're already
there!"

"One way to find out," Carter taunted him.

"Oh that's it, huh?  You think I couldn't still wrack your ass?"

"Dunno.  Sounds like you're the one's got something to prove."

Kyle puffed his chest out and gave him a mean look, then busted out a
grin and peeled his shirt off.  He kicked off his flipflops and shed his
shorts, and damned if his oversized meat wasn't looking for action -- it
was swollen and stiff and pointing straight ahead.  I cleared out while
those two squared off at center and stared each other down.

"Oil?" Carter asked.

The big stud pretended to think it over for a moment.  "Sure, he said,
"sounds good.  I wouldn't want ya to hafta take it dry."

So I went to the cabinet and grabbed the bottle of olive oil.  Those two
studs stood there eyeing each other with clenched fists and set jaws,
inches apart, like MMA fighters at a weigh-in.  It was only theatrics,
all for show, the kind of goofball shit a real wrestler would never
bother with -- but if they were gonna play games, so could I.

Without a word I pitched in and began oiling my brother, slathering it
good and thick all over his body, rubbing it into his triceps and delts
and traps, spreading it over his abs and quads and glutes.  Carter stayed
rock solid as a statue while I gave particular attention to each of his
sensitive spots -- his nipples, the crack of his ass, his ball sack, his
rigid shaft and the head of his cock.

And then I started in on Kyle.  I wasn't at all sure he'd sit still for
it but after watching me work on Carter I guess he was hungry for
attention.  He flexed for me appreciatively as I oiled his arms and those
huge pecs.  He'd gained some mass in the past two years -- from his
wrestling weight of 184 to well over 200 now -- but hadn't lost a bit of
muscle tone; the big guy felt strong as an ox.  I reveled in the feeling
of running my hands over those huge slabs of meat, groping and fondling
his muscles... and more.  It was something I could never have done before
without risking a serious beating, but since he'd decided to put up with
it at least for today I was damn sure gonna make the most of it.

I finished my job and backed off, and at some unheard signal they
suddenly launched into each other and clashed together at the center of
the mat.  I settled in at ringside to watch; it was a goddamn sight to
see.  Two jacked and fired up bucks in their prime thrashing it out raw
ass naked, muscles rippling and grinding together, showers of oil and
sweat blasting off them as flesh smacked against flesh and bodies slammed
to the mat.

I hadn't had many chances to see them wrestle like this.  It was the
kind of thing they did mostly in private, in their training sessions, or
while I was busy tangling up with Jase.  But now I could sit back and
really study the way they worked together.

Carter was magnificent.  He was clearly overmatched but he knew the big
guy well enough to keep out of trouble and stay in the game.  He used
every skill in the book, pulled out insane moves I could never have
imagined.  And above all, he did not ever quit.  My true brother wrestled
like a madman against a much bigger, much stronger opponent, one who was
more experienced than he was and knew how to pick apart his defenses.  He
fought like a warrior, like a true champion, and I was so fucking proud
of him my heart could've burst wide open right then and there.

But eventually Kyle wore him down; the guy was just too big and too
strong.   It was a valiant effort but slowly Carter began to weaken, and
Kyle boxed him in and took control.  Watching the two of them like that,
seeing the incredible effort my brother was still making to fend off the
big moose's attacks, I realized this was exactly what he needed.  Carter
was training to wrestle a weight class above me.  He needed to be going
up against a larger, heavier guy.   Nothing would be better for him than
to have his old mentor step in and show him how to handle the big boys.

Kyle had my brother broken down flat on the mat.  He backed off just
enough to let Carter rise up to all fours and regain his base only to
have Kyle wedge himself in between his knees and pry them open wide, a
firm hand planted on his back.  Carter's ass was ripe and gaping;
Kyle's thick oily shank was rigid and ready.

I stared in amazement as the big guy pressed his massive cock head to my
brother's hole and pushed in.  As it entered him it seemed to swell his
whole body like a pig in a python; I know it was all in my head, but I'd
swear I could see my brother's hips being forced open just a little bit
wider.  It sank into him inch after veiny, rock hard inch, impossibly
deep, until it was fully inside him.  Carter's eyes were glazed over
like he was in a trance.  His whole body and spirit were focused on
taking that cock.  Even from the sidelines I could see how much he
enjoyed it; gobs of precum were leaking down his shaft and dribbling onto
the mat.

This is what my brother had dealt with for more than two and a half
years.  That huge shank of meat was the cock that had trained him, that
rewarded and punished him time and time again.  His hole was stretched to
the limit as Kyle started pumping him, plunging in again and again with a
hard, driving rhythm.  I couldn't imagine how he did it, and couldn't
get enough of watching that monstrous rod thrust in and drag back,
shoving Carter's poor sphincter in and pulling it out again with each
stroke.  I couldn't imagine taking that on a regular basis; I'd be
wrecked for life.  But my brother's hole always wrapped around my own
normal-sized meat just as snug as a glove, even after he'd been with his
mentor only an hour or two before.  The man's ass must have been made of
elastic.

Although the rest of him was human enough.  As Kyle kept banging away,
Carter was grunting louder, longer, deeper... and much more desperately.
If the visual hadn't done it, the soundtrack alone would have made my
cock stand up straight.  I jacked myself eagerly as I watched them; I
mean, if you can't get off on the sight of your true brother getting
nailed by a genuine muscle god stud who he flat out idolizes, you must
have some serious issues.  Me, I was jerking myself like a fiend, and
loving every minute.

I knew from the sound of it Carter wouldn't last much longer.  His
breaths were coming short and quick; his grunts had almost become yelps.
He was clearly enjoying the fuck out of getting railed by that massive
log.

Suddenly his lungs seized up and his face went beet red.  He shut his
eyes tight, lurched forward and blew out a spurt of hot juice.  His ass
was so full of cock that the cum squirted out of him in a stream, like
holding your finger over the end of a garden hose; Kyle's thick meat had
nearly pinched off his pipe completely.  I gazed in wonder as he kept on
spurting out one stream after another, shooting clear up to his head and
beyond while Kyle crooned to him "Good boy," and rubbed his shoulders
and head.

When he'd finished, the big guy rammed into him with two or three
powerful thrusts, and then all those huge muscles clenched up tight,
veins popping out all over.  He bucked hard into Carter's ass and his
whole body erupted in shudders as he unloaded his balls deep into my
brother's guts.  When he'd finished, he wrapped his big arms around his
boy and held on until they were both spent and exhausted, curled up on
the mat together dripping sweat and breathing easy.

I left them to handle the cleanup on their own and finished myself off in
the shower -- and it sure didn't take long before I was hosing down the
tile with my own hot cream, dumping my load and milking out every last
drop, watching it all go swirling thick and rich down the drain.

From that day on, Kyle became a regular part of the program.  He'd
already arranged his work schedule for it.  In the mornings my brother
and I would hit the weights and cardio; afternoons, we'd get on the mat
and go through our warm-ups, and then I'd hand him off to the big guy
for the main event.  I could see how much good it was doing Carter.  He
was turning into a genuine beast before my eyes.  He sure was tired by
evening though, with hardly any juice left over for me -- but it was all
for a good cause.  And I'd be the one reaping the benefits when his
transformation was finally done.

After ten solid days of watching those studs wrestle and fuck, I was
beginning to get restless.  I excused myself from the afternoon workout
and headed over to campus to drop in on the wrestling room.  It was the
final two-week session of camp, the senior elites.  I wanted to make sure
Brady wasn't getting too cranked up and frustrated, spending his days
inside a room full of sweat-soaked, hormonal teenage flesh... or whether
there was anything in there that was worth getting cranked up over.

The scene, as I expected, was fucking incredible.  You ever want to have
your goddamn breath taken away, just step into a room full of cocky ass
seventeen-year-old wrestlers who are bent on showing off for each other
and impressing the college coaches.  They were still only high school
kids but they were fired up beyond belief, and flashing their young
muscle at every opportunity -- what they lacked in NCAA-level skills,
they did their best to make up for with attitude.  These were kids who'd
been training to wrestle since they were five years old, whose lives
revolved around developing their bodies and using them to dominate their
opponents.  Compared to the average high schooler, these were grown men.

I'm sure some of them were eighteen already; their parents had bought
into that Midwestern tradition of having them repeat eighth grade so
they'd be bigger and stronger for high school sports, and more likely to
snag a scholarship.  It was mainly a football thing, but you can't
always tell at age 14 which sport will end up being your kid's free
ride.  He might be a star quarterback, but if the boy's got the hunger
to wrestle, he's never gonna be satisfied with some dumbass ball game.

The campers were all paired up drilling their Granby rolls, packed in so
tight on the mat there was barely any room to squeeze in between them.
Jase picked his way through the crowd giving little pointers and words of
advice and encouragement to each wrestler; a fundamental goal of the
wrestling camp is that no one should ever feel left out.  Brady was doing
the hands-on work, getting down on the mat with the guys to show them the
proper technique and timing.

At the moment I walked in the door he was working with a young stud who
had me drooling from twenty yards away.  The kid was down on his hands
and knees while Brady moved in from behind to cover him.  He had the pale
skin of a true gym rat, a perfectly muscled body with fine, soft contours
that made him look more like a Greek statue than a shredded-up fish
filet, a mop of dark hair and a pair of light gray eyes that sent laser
beams straight to my dick.  At Brady's signal he went into the roll, and
he moved so fluid and goddamn precise a quiver ran down my spine.

I could see how the guy was responding to Brady, gazing at him with big
wide eyes, hanging on his every word, following each instruction to the
letter as eager as a pup.  There was definitely some hero worship
involved, and maybe a bit of a crush.  He had solid skills too, and as
coachable as it seemed he was, he'd probably land a spot on a decent
college program.  The way he oozed sex -- and with that gorgeous smile --
there wasn't a wrestling coach in the nation who'd pass him by without
at least a second look.

Brady was handling it well, strictly professional.  He kept the kid on
track and kept his own hands right where they belonged.  Of course they
were only drilling, not wrestling, so it was easy for him to stay in
control -- especially with Jase in the room.  For me though, not so
much.  Watching the way those two related, their body language, the
obvious sexual tension between them had me boned in no time.  My
compression shorts were doing their job.  I only hoped my baggy outer
gear was providing the camouflage I needed to keep me off the sex
offender list.

And that's about the time Jase noticed me.  He glanced over and spotted
me, gave me a smile and a wave... and then took a closer look.  The smile
twisted into a sneer; he gave a quick eye roll, and then got back to
work.  Playing the tough guy as usual.  What could I say except that he
was my mentor and I was his boy, and the old pervert had trained me well.

Brady moved on to the next student, slowly making his rounds on the mat.
I grabbed a spot in the bleachers and hung around for the rest of the
session.  It was hypnotic, watching them go through their drills and
their scrimmages; I could easily sit and watch young studs wrestle eight
hours a day.  It was fascinating as hell seeing how my boy interacted
with each different athlete.  And I kept an eye on that other one too,
the dark-haired kid with the cock-stiffening eyes.

When they broke for the day, a few of the kids came over to say hi.  It
took me a little by surprise.  I wasn't used to being a celebrity; even
around campus, wrestlers don't get recognized on sight.  But to this
crowd, yeah, I was somebody special -- an NCAA All-American, just what
each one of them was dreaming to be.  They gave me shy looks and smiles,
fist bumps and handshakes like they wanted to snatch away some of my DNA.

Brady came around when the last of them had filtered out of the room.  He
yanked me to my feet and hugged me long and deep, and then stood with a
hand on my shoulder gazing into my eyes.

"Reliving old times?" he taunted me.

"Just checking up.  Wanted to see how you're doing."

"Oh, it's great, so much fun.  I'm trying to be a good coach just like
you were for me."

I laughed.  "Not exactly like me, I hope.  I ended up banging one of my
students."

"Only because I begged you for it."

"How are things going?" I asked him, as fatherly as I could.  "How's
Willis?  You're not letting these little studs get to you, are ya?  I
noticed that dark-haired guy..."

"Oh, him?  Nah, don't worry.  He's a sweet kid, that's all.  Kinda
looks like Willis in a way, right?  Maybe he's kinda impressed with me
or something, I dunno.  But Willis and me, we're good, we Face Time..."

"You're done for the day?"

"Yeah.  More or less.  Jase usually has a talk with the guys after
dinner but I don't need to be there.  Half the time I just go home ..."

"Come home with me."

Brady stopped short, looked me over, and nodded.  "Okay, Coach."

Carter was home already when we got there, lounging on the bed in his
compression shorts recovering from the daily onslaught.  Brady greeted
him all grins, especially when he got a look at our king-sized mattress.
It was a far cry from a shabby dorm bunk.  We'd been living in luxury
for over a month, and no doubt we'd end up hopelessly spoiled by the end
of summer.

"Go ahead," I coaxed him.  "Try it out."

He hesitated a moment.  "Uh... Carter looks pretty relaxed there, I
don't want to disturb him..."

"Don't be so delicate.  He won't mind, go on."  I shot my brother a
sly look and shoved Brady right on top of him.  Carter latched onto him
like an octopus, rolled him over and held him down.

We were all three giggling as I peeled off my top layer and jumped in
with them, and we both got to work stripping Brady -- which he was only
too happy to let us do.  In seconds the three of us were in our underwear
wrestling playfully, grabbing dicks and asses wherever we found them,
nibbling and gnawing on whatever came within reach.  I loved it when we
messed around in underwear; it was such a great tease.  There's nothing
hotter than watching each other's cocks swell beneath that thin layer of
fabric, just before ripping it off and exposing a feast of bare raw meat.

I was kissing and licking my boy's abs while my brother chewed on his
ear and made out with him, our hands roaming all over rubbing and
squeezing his muscles.  It had been a while since Brady'd been with us
and we both missed him.  There was something about mauling him two-on-one
that we always found very satisfying, and the way he responded so eagerly
was the icing on the cake.  His gorgeous body wriggled and twitched in
our hands; his little moans and whimpers made us hard beyond belief.

I slid up alongside him and took turns with Carter making out with my
boy, pressing up one on either side, our hands trading off between
stroking his cock and massaging his balls.   He looked so goddamn
grateful and happy it just made us want to keep working and working him.
I loved sharing him with my brother, driving the boy wild and making him
cum for us.

"This is your day," I growled in his ear soft and low.  "We're your
family.  We're here for you.  Tell us what you want."

"I want both of you," he gasped.

"You'll get us.  Who do you want first?"

"No," he moaned, practically choking.  "I want both!"

Neither of us had ever tried a double penetration or really even
considered it, but it sounded like that's what he wanted.  I glanced at
Carter and he gave me a look back like he didn't quite know what to do.
Truth be told, I wasn't exactly sure either.  But it did sound hot as
fuck, having my cock pressed up against my brother's, squeezed tight
together inside Brady.

"So... you ride one of us and the other comes in from behind?"

"Well, that's not the best way to do it.  It's better if you're both
lying down opposite directions with your legs splayed over each other so
your cocks are together, and I can mount you both at once."

I was nearly speechless.  "How do you know all this?"

"Well, Andy."  Currock.  That explained a lot.  But it also raised some
questions, not only about Brady and Willis but the other guys too.

"And you've done this?"

"Not as a bottom... but I want to try, with you."

Carter and I traded another of those looks.  We thought we'd better test
him first, to make sure he was ready for it -- in case his eyes were
bigger than his sphincter.  I wrapped my arm around Brady's shoulders
and held on tight while my brother fingered him, first with one and then
two, and three... at four he was grimacing, and when Carter sank his hand
in up to the knuckles he yowled in pain.

"Maybe we should save that for another time," my brother told him.  "I
know you want to take us both at once, and I'm sure you can, but it
might take half the night to get you loose enough."

 "Yeah.  I get it."  Brady nodded.  "Well, you guys can just spit
roast me then.  I'd like that just as much."

Carter frowned.  "Sorry, what?"

"I'll suck you while Ryan nails me from behind."

Nobody had a complaint with that... but it sure sounded like my boy had
found another mentor.  I liked Andy well enough, but I had to wonder if
having an eighteen-year-old freshman for a sexual guru was a sensible
choice.  We might not have been up on the popular slang but our family
had its share of experience.

But that quickly became the last thing on our minds when the boy dove in
and started sucking Carter's cock.  My brother arched his back and
sighed appreciatively.  It was beautiful to watch that young stud
swallowing his shaft, rearing back and licking and teasing his head
before plunging it into his throat again.  I loved the way Brady's traps
would flex as he sucked it in and out.  Then he shifted position and
suddenly a drop-dead gorgeous ass was staring me right in the face, with
cheeks as muscled and round and smooth as anything you could dream of.  I
didn't hesitate for a second; I mashed my face into that crack and
licked his hole for all I was worth.

Brady's ass twitched and puckered.  He whimpered and giggled as I ate
that sweet hole, even with my brother's cock shoved deep down in his
throat.  I slipped my hand around his hips, found his stiff meat and
jacked him as I kept on licking and prodding and teasing.  There's
nothing like a warm wet tongue in your ass and a helpful hand gripping
your cock at the end of a busy day.

With my free hand I was already groping for the jar of Vaseline.  I was
hard as fuck and already dripping something fierce, and couldn't wait to
get my cock inside him.  Carter read my mind; he slowly pulled his legs
underneath him and raised up on his haunches.  Before I knew it he was
kneeling on the mattress slowly grinding his hips to face fuck Brady, who
bobbed along with him on all fours, ass in the air primed and eager.

Well, I sure wasn't about to wait any longer.  I pressed my greased cock
to his hole and pushed in.  It felt wonderful, as it always did, sliding
into my boy's tight ass.  The feeling of my shaft being gripped by those
tender rings, gliding through from the head to the root and back again as
I slowly pumped in and out, was sheer magic.  The sound of him slurping
my brother's cock and the look of intense pleasure on my brother's face
had me hot beyond belief.  I held Brady's hips firm and railed him with
good solid strokes, careful not to bang so hard it would mess up his
action with Carter.

I wrapped a greasy hand around Brady's meat and jacked him as I fucked
him; nobody who's taking cock in the ass and the mouth at once should
have to jerk himself too.  And I told him over and over in a deep low
voice what a good, good boy he was -- words that never failed to make his
breath quick and his toes curl, and words I absolutely meant with all my
heart.

Carter and I locked eyes and grinned.  We were both enjoying the fuck out
of sharing Brady; it had been much too long.  Having him in the mix
actually drew my brother and me even closer, in a way we couldn't quite
explain but accepted without question.  We leaned in and kissed over
Brady's back, and the little stud seemed to get even more fired up and
excited.  He loved us as individuals and as a couple, that was clear, and
loved playing a part in our bonding rituals.

Pretty soon he began twitching nervously.  I could feel his muscles
beginning to tighten up and I knew he was close.  I plowed him with good
long strokes, giving us both an easy, very enjoyable ride.

Brady's whole body stiffened for a moment and then jolted.  With my hand
still gripping his shaft I could feel his load surge through his pipe and
come bursting out.  He spurted long and hard, trembling all over.  I
wrapped both my arms around him and held on tight, loving the way his
muscles quivered and shook, loving how his hole clenched and spasmed on
my hard cock as he spurted again and again, driving me closer and
closer...

I didn't have any reason to hold back.  I let myself blow, a shattering
load gushing deep into his guts.  I seemed to keep spouting forever,
squeezing every last bit of cum from my balls and pouring it into him, so
much I thought I'd fill him completely.  I kept gripping him tighter and
ramming into his ass, and squeezing out more and more juice.  I wanted
him to take it all, every drop, until every fucking sperm I had was
swimming around inside him.

Carter held out the longest; he'd already shot a load for Kyle not even
two hours before.  Brady slurped and sucked him, tickled and squeezed and
tugged on his balls.  He showed his appreciation by rubbing my boy's
head and cradling it in his hand.  Finally I saw his grip tighten; he
pulled Brady's head in and flexed his hips forward.  Then a look of
sheer pleasure came over his face, and his body jerked and twitched while
Brady gulped and swallowed.  He stroked my boy's head gratefully as
Brady licked and kissed and worshipped his still-leaking cock.

We all cuddled on the mattress together with Brady in between us.  The
boy'd had a long day with the campers; he was fast asleep in no time.
Carter and I snuggled up against him.  That muscular young body, limp and
relaxed, made an incredible pillow.

I shot a look over to my brother.  "How did you ever learn to take
Kyle's cock?" I whispered.

"Practice," he whispered back.  "I got used to it."

"But the first time... didn't it hurt like hell?"

He shook his head.  "Nah... he was gentle."

"Gentle?  Kyle???"

"Well, sure.  Remember, he's Jase's brother.  How long do you think
Jase would put up with it if he wasn't?"

"Good point."  I chuckled softly, rolled over, and snuggled up closer
against Brady.

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