Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2023 23:59:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ript Jock <riptjock@verizon.net>
Subject: WRESTLING AND EVERYTHING ELSE - PART 57 (Athletics)

Summer was fun but it was great to get back on campus.  Having everybody
together again, getting back to team workouts and practices, and moving
back into our dorm room -- even though we'd only been a few blocks away
-- it really felt like we'd come home again.  When your whole life is
structured around competition, you need to be always working toward the
next meet just to feel normal.  Carter's muscle building program had
kept us busy for a while but once his goal was met there was nothing left
for us to do.  We were more than ready to get back on our regular
training schedule.

The start of a new school year is always exciting, no matter who you
are.  For guys like us, it was Christmas.  We stepped into the wrestling
room for our very first practice and there was the shiny new crop of
freshmen, looking all squeaky clean and eager.  Their skills were still
at the high school level but their 18-year-old bodies were as honed as
could be -- and we'd make sure they got even better.

Justin and Travis were especially motivated to get a good look at the
prospects; they'd be choosing two of them to become their boys and join
the family -- but you sure couldn't tell from first glance who the right
ones would be.  Andy was scoping out the new redshirts too, and for what
he wanted with them, the first glance was enough... especially if he took
that glance in the showers.

Me, I'd be a team captain again, and had to take an interest in every
guy on the team.  Bottom line, we each had our reasons for being excited
about getting back on the mat with a whole new group of sweaty young guys
who would become our new teammates, new boys, new brothers, and for some
of us, damn good new fucks.

All that would work itself out in time; we just had to give it a chance
to happen.  But there were a couple other things we needed to get settled
right away.

I was alone in my room early in the afternoon, just three days into the
semester.  As usual the door was standing open; Carter and I always
wanted everyone to feel welcome to stop in.  I was looking over my class
schedule and figuring out what books I needed to buy when I heard someone
in the hall plod up and just hang there by the doorway.

"Uh, Ryan?"

I turned to see who it was.  "Oh hey Willis.  Sorry, Carter isn't here,
he's at class now."

"That's okay, I really wanted to talk to you."

"Sure, what's up?"

He stepped into the room and closed the door.  Made his way over to me
cautiously.

"Well y'know, I was staying at Brady's house for a couple weeks before
we came back to campus, and -- you've met his dad, right?"

"Yeah.  Of course."

"I mean he's a nice guy, and he treated me really well, but... I got the
idea he had something more in mind."

"Like...?"

"Sex.  I swear to you I'm not making this up... he was always hanging
real close to me and being all touchy-feely.  And a couple times he
walked into the bathroom while I was taking a shower.  And once... I
walked in on him when he was jerking off.  I'm sure he did it on
purpose, he set it up so I'd walk in and see him."

This is the point where my eyes got wide and my mouth dropped open.
"Wait... you're saying he wanted to fuck you?"

"That's the idea I got, yeah."

"Does he know about you and Brady?"

"Well we never talked about it out loud but I'm sure he does.  I mean,
there's only one bed in Brady's room."

"And does your brother know...?"

"Oh God, no.  His dad was pretty sly about it, y'know?  And I sure
wasn't about to bring it up."

I thought for a moment.  "Okay.  But nothing happened, right?  And
you're here now, so it's all in the past.  So, forget it.  Brady
doesn't ever have to hear about it.  Just go on like it never
happened."

"Well see, that's the problem.  I can't.  Because his dad was a
wrestler too, not in a major program or anything but still... you've seen
the guy, he's pretty fuckin' hot.  If not for Brady being around I
would've done him in a heartbeat.  I can't stop thinking about it, to
be honest.  I want his dad to fuck me."

"I... see.  Willis, I don't think that'd be the best idea..."

"Well, duh.  I know that.  It's why I came to you for help.  I need to
find an older guy to fuck me, and clear this shit out of my head."

I took a long, deep breath.  "Look, forget about even asking Coach
Wilson, that's never gonna happen.  And Duncan... I'm not sure if he'd
go for it or not.  If it was something to do with wrestling then maybe,
but something like this..."

"I was thinking about you,"

And that stopped me short.  "You realize I'm only two years older than
you, right?  I'm the same age as Carter.  He'd be glad to do it."

"Carter's my mentor, it's not the same.  It has to be somebody else.
You're a team captain, so that makes you an authority figure.  And
you're my brother's mentor.  You're the closest thing to Brady's dad
I can possibly get."

"Okay, I suppose, but... have you thought this through?  Is Brady okay
with it?"

He laughed.  "It has to be behind his back, don't you get it?  That's
all part of it.  I need his dad -- or a substitute for his dad -- to fuck
me without him knowing."

"I dunno man, this sounds..."

But Willis was finished talking about it.  Before I could finish my
sentence he stripped off his shirt and moved in closer.  He'd been
muscling up with Brady for months, until the two of them were about the
same size... but now that he'd started shredding down to 149, fuck!  The
deep cuts in his muscles, the way his skin was shrinkwrapped to his
frame... my eyes just drank him in.

He reached out and slipped his hand under my T-shirt, ran it softly up my
abs and over each of my nipples.  He gripped my shirt with his free hand
and peeled it off cleanly over my head.  Pulled me in tight with a
forearm across my spine, our pecs and abs pressed comfortably together.
His body felt so smooth and warm, and mine was quickly getting warmer.
There was no mistaking our two hard cocks bulging one against the other.

"I need you to fuck me," he breathed into my ear.  "I need to be
punished, like you did for Brady once.  Pleeease.  Let me be your good
boy."

And that was as much as I could bear.  My cock was as stiff as a board.
I looked him in the eye and our lips pulled together like they were
fucking magnetized, and we began making out -- hungrily, wet and wild and
sloppy.  His arms snaked around me, slid into the back of my shorts and
latched onto my ass cheeks -- the veins on his goddamn forearms swelling
against my skin, throbbing lightly with his pulse.  I flexed my hips into
him and he thrust his cock against mine and slowly drew it back, rubbing
on me slow and sensual in a way that lit me up right through the bunched
up fabric of our shorts.

I reached down under his waistband and wrapped my fingers around his
meat, held it in my hand.  There was something very satisfying to me
about feeling a guy's bare cock for the first time, one I'd never been
with before.  I'd seen him naked plenty of times but touching it and
feeling it made my heart thump and my breath come quick and short.  The
shaft was thick and hard; it felt like solid bone against my palm.  The
head was soft and spongy and fat, and I loved how it made him gasp and
shudder when I teased it with my thumb.  I stroked it casual and slow as
we made out, squeezing it as our tongues mashed together, prodded,
teased, slipped and slid around each other.

He tugged at my shorts and I didn't need any more coaxing than that.  I
released his cock just long enough to drop them to the floor and step out
of them as he peeled down his own, our lips glued together the whole
time.  We mashed up close again and the feeling of our bodies meshing
together fully naked was like a jolt of electricity.  Our cocks were
straining against each other, the skins stretched tight as could be.
Every move we made sent a rush of sudden pleasure and longing through us
both.  His muscles flexed and tensed along with mine, matching up with
each other like they were made for it.

I could have dropped to my knees in an instant and swallowed his cock
like there was no tomorrow, but Willis beat me to it -- he was definitely
out to be my good boy.  He went down on me, plunged my shaft into his
mouth to the back of his throat and then pushed it in all the way.  His
eyes rolled up and met mine as he buried his nose in my pubes, and I
stroked his head, ran my fingers through his shaggy hair and rubbed the
back of his neck.

For a good long time I just let him suck me, enjoying his eagerness and
the sensation of his lips and his fat wet tongue worshipping my bone.  He
squeezed my ass cheeks and fondled my balls as he worked my cock slowly
in and out of his throat, ducking his head in every once in a while to
tickle my abs with his shaggy hair.

Part of me wanted to let him go at it all day but I was supposed to be
the aggressor here, that was the whole idea.  So as he drew back on my
meat I put my palms to his shoulders and shoved him over.  Our makeshift
mat was in place, and he flopped down on his back and stayed there on the
floor, his eyes big and excited, knees in the air, cock stiff and jutting
straight up.

I gave him a smirk as I strolled to my bunk, grabbed the jar of Vaseline
and began greasing myself.  He watched me, licking his lips while I
smoothed it up and down my shaft.  Our eyes locked onto each other as I
approached him, dabbed some of that gel on my fingers and jammed them
into his hole.

"Hard," he said.  "You gotta fuck me hard.  So it lasts.  So I know
I've been nailed."

"You got it," I reassured him.

I set the jar aside and moved in close, kneeled down and slid my meat
along his crack, just to let him know what's coming.  He lifted his
knees up to his shoulders and I spread his cheeks apart with both hands.
His hole was gaping and ready.  I teased it with my thumb, then lined up
and positioned my cock head, pressing on it lightly.  His eyes gave me
that "Yes, please" look and I shoved my meat into him all at once,
burying it inside him with one good long stroke.

Willis let out a sharp grunt as I skewered him, but it wasn't all from
pain -- there was satisfaction too; he was getting just what he asked
for.  I took that as a green light and began pumping him with good solid
thrusts, jarring his whole body on every downstroke as I banged my hips
into his cheeks.

His tight hole fit so snug around my meat.  God, it felt good to be
inside him.  He grunted and yelped with every thrust, letting himself go
for his own sake and mine.  I couldn't get enough of gazing over his
body, the way those smooth sculpted muscles rippled as I fucked him --
and the look on his face, full of energy and lust and pleasure and pain.
It drove me to bang him harder and harder, to push him to his limit and
make him howl and wail.

"Fuck!" he yelled.  "Oh fuck yeah!  Gimme that fuckin' cock!"  And I
sure didn't disappoint him.  I leaned in and gripped his triceps for
leverage, got a toehold and started pounding away, slamming him with all
my strength.  His body was jerking uncontrollably, his hand around his
meat jacking wildly.  "Fuck me, daddy!  Fuck your boy!" he cried, and
as strange as that was set my balls churning like never before.

Willis was dribbling precum and streaming tears.  Both of us were
overheated and dripping wet, panting and huffing and grunting.  I wanted
to shoot in him so fucking bad but I needed to finish him first, to leave
him a quivering wreck on the floor soaked in my sweat and musk and his
own spent cum before I dumped my load.

His cries became more desperate and insistent and I knew I could push him
over the edge if I just held on and kept banging.  He could barely take a
breath without it catching in his throat; it was so fucking hot I could
barely stand it.  That perfect young body, all mine to ravage.  His eyes
pleading, begging for more.  His cock ramrod straight, glistening with
juice, beet red from his brutal jacking.  I knew when I finally cut loose
it would be an epic load.

I could see his muscles tightening, beginning to clench.  He couldn't
last much longer.  Suddenly he held his breath and shut his eyes tight;
his body stiffened all over.  He let out one last whimper, and then
bucked hard -- and his cock exploded with a massive slug of hot white
cream that laid a stripe clear up to his chest.

His hole clamped down on my meat and pulsed in a flurry of spasms as he
spurted again and again.  I kept on banging good and strong, fucking the
cum right out of him.  But it wasn't long before that familiar tingling
crept up from my toes, a hot wave flashed across my forehead and headed
straight for my crotch.  In mid-thrust it overwhelmed me, and I rammed in
as hard as I could and held it deep inside him.  My balls drew up tight
and I unleashed and blew my load.

He was all but done, his muscles slackening and going limp, and I grabbed
him and held him close and poured everything I had into him.  I wanted to
fill him with my cum, to keep shooting until it gurgled up his throat and
ran out his ears.  My cock kept twitching and twitching and I strained to
squeeze out every drop, to drain it all into him until there was nothing
left.

Finally the jolts subsided and I rolled off him and held him in my arms.
Willis was quietly sobbing, the tears still flowing.  I kissed his cheek
and held him close, and he whimpered, "Daddy... daddy..."

"Good boy," I said, stroking his head.  "You're such a good boy..."

And then we were toweling off and getting dressed, like it was any other
day.  We hugged good and long, and he mumbled something about heading to
the shower.

"We're not telling Brady about this, right?" he asked.

"Right."

I kissed him one last time and we exchanged a look and a smile.  He
plodded off toward his room -- they'd moved into our dorm this year, in
Marcus and Shafe's old spot -- and I went back to my desk.

But it didn't take long before something just didn't feel right to me.
 I felt guilty; I was afraid I'd done him more harm than good -- both
mentally and physically.  I felt like now I was the one who had an issue
to resolve.

I pushed back from my desk and wandered down the hall.  Travis and Justin
were hanging out in their room, not doing anything in particular.  They
welcomed me in and invited me to have a seat but I just stood there in
the middle of the room.

"Guys, I need your help.  I did something wrong -- at least I think it
was wrong -- and I have to pay for it.  I need somebody to fuck me...
hard."

"Carter's not around?" Justin asked.

"At class.  Besides, he might be a little too close to the situation."

"Jase would do that for you," Travis offered.

"He'd ask too many questions.  I wouldn't be comfortable with him
knowing the whole story.  I was hoping one of you guys would do it."

They both gave me perplexed looks.  "What's this about?" Travis asked
me.  "You can tell us, can't ya?"

"Well, Willis asked me to fuck him because he's hot for Brady's dad.
So I did."

Justin snorted out a laugh and then choked it back, while Travis
pretended to have a coughing fit.  The two of them exchanged a glance and
then looked back at me.

"Hell with it," the big guy said.  "I'll do it!  Get your skinny ass
ready!"

"Don't look at me," Travis said.  "I'm just minding my own business
here."

I wasn't sure for a second if he was serious but Justin jumped up from
the couch and peeled his shirt off.  I shut the door and began stripping
while Travis just lounged there on the bunk resting his chin on his
palms, all eyes.  "Don't forget the coconut oil," he reminded me.
"Or is that part of your punishment?"

"No," I assured him, staring at Justin's bulging meat.  "Lube would
be good.  That horsecock'll be hard enough to take as it is."

The big guy snickered and moved in on me.  He wrapped those massive arms
around and held me so tight I heard my spine crack.  Lifted me off my
feet and buried his scruffy face in my neck, licking and nibbling me.
Laid me down on the floor and looked me over.

"Well fuck, you're not even hard!"

"No, I just finished blowing a load in Willis."

"Well I can't bang your ass like this.  We'll have to get you primed
up first."

He held me on the floor with one hand pinning my shoulder down and the
other clamped onto my quad.  Leaned in and started licking my abs, his
scruffy jaw bristling and prickling me.  Moved slowly up my six-pack to
my pecs, and pitched in gnawing and chewing on my nipples.  It hurt a bit
at first, but not in a bad way -- more like the way a hot sauce isn't
satisfying unless it burns.  Then he moved to my collarbone, and that
sensitive zone just above... I felt his teeth on my neck, and then my
ear... and his thick wet tongue curling in, making me quiver all over.

His hand slid up my thigh and grabbed my balls, and held them tight while
he kept working my ear.  His big hairy body was mashed against me, hot
and musky.  It was fucking wonderful.  Instantly I understood what had
Travis so hooked; having a great big muscle guy treat you like his pet
was a truly incredible feeling.  My cock started growing in no time, and
before I knew it I was stiff and poking it against his ribs.

"That's the way to do it," he growled.  He released my balls and
wrapped his fingers around my meat, stroking it loosely while he grunted
and purred in my ear.

Somehow he coaxed out a drop of precum -- I'd have sworn my balls were
already drained dry.  He gave me a satisfied grin, picked me up off the
floor and tossed me over the arm of the couch, my ass in the air.  I
heard a low murmur as Travis passed him the coconut oil, softly
giggling.  The big guy lubed himself up and then jammed two slippery
fingers up my hole.

"Just relax," Travis advised me.

Christ, even Justin's fingers felt as big as cucumbers.  I spread my
legs and tried my best to do like Travis said but I wasn't sure I could
ever loosen up enough to make this anything but torture.  He plumbed my
hole with those fat fingers and tried to wedge in a third but I was
already stretched to the limit.

"Enough," I told him.  "Just get on with it."

"You sure you're ready for this?"

"Ready or not, it's what I need, so just shut up and bang me."

He smacked my ass in reply, grabbed my hips with both hands and held me
steady.  I felt his cock head pressed to my hole, impossibly huge.  He
held it there for a minute pressing in, waiting for my sphincter to
react... until we both felt something give, and it pushed inside.

"All of it," I demanded.  "Bring it on."

"Whatever you say, boss."

Justin shoved his meat into me and Jesus, it was like being reamed by a
goddamn tree trunk.  I grunted pitifully, straining to act like I loved
it, like I wanted it all and more.  He played along, forcing it into me,
swelling my pipe so badly I thought it would burst.  But I kept on
begging for more, and urging him on for that good hard fucking I'd asked
for.

He started pumping and with every stroke I'd yell back, "Harder,
harder!"  The big guy didn't disappoint me.  He gave it to me good,
pistoning my ass like a locomotive.  I felt the power of his massive body
with every thrust, felt his big shaft pummeling my insides.  My own cock
was rigid as could be; there was something about getting demolished for
my misdeeds that aroused me fiercely.  It was the same way I felt when
Jase punished me, and I'd always thought it was because he's my mentor
and I'm his boy -- but now it looked like maybe any good buddy with a
big ass cock could do the job just as well.

Justin must have sensed it, or else he was so deep into it he didn't
care.  He cut loose and hammered away at me, ramming and slamming my ass
over and over again.  I was beginning to feel like raw hamburger but
still it made me hot as fuck, and I only wanted more.  I grunted and
moaned, and he responded by pounding me all the harder.  I felt each
thrust in my whole body, fingers to toes.  The blood pumping through my
veins surged and ebbed with the rhythm of his meat driving into me and
drawing back; my arms, my legs, every muscle fiber jangled with each
crash of his hips on my ass.

It was everything I needed and more, but God, I began to wish he'd
finish.  Travis always gushed about how gentle his big brother could be,
but that was not the guy I was with today; I honestly didn't know how
much more I could take.  Not that I wasn't loving the way his great big
body overpowered me, but there's a limit to how much you can torture
yourself and -- Jesus -- I still had to get through wrestling practice
after this.  I wasn't about to let him know though; I still howled and
moaned and went through the motions like I couldn't get enough.  The
whole point was to punish myself, and I wasn't about to quit before I
got the full effect.

I guess he clued in to some extent, because he slowed down a bit and
started dicking me with long steady strokes instead of that relentless
banging.  As wrecked as I already was, it didn't help much; his fucking
meat still felt like it was impaling me, and scouring my insides with
every plunge.

But working me like that was having its effect on him too.  I could tell
by his low growls he was getting ready to shoot, and that made my own
cock tingle like crazy in spite of everything else.  He was leaning in
closer and closer until those furry pecs brushed against my spine, and
humming deep and low like a lovestruck bull.  His thick fingers caressed
my abs as he fucked me, and slid down to wrap around my shaft.  He jacked
me, slowly at first and then more vigorously as his hot breath huffed
faster and harder on the back of my neck.

Justin let out a bellow as his cream blasted into my guts.  He jacked me
like a maniac as he slammed in deep and pumped his hot juice into me.  I
couldn't have had much cum left over but I erupted anyway, my body
bucking and heaving as it strained to draw out some seed, my hole
clenching and spasming on that log still planted inside me and spewing
out its load.

When he was finally finished he squeezed me tenderly, eased out of my ass
and backed away.  I crumpled to the floor and curled up in a fetal ball,
completely wrecked.

Justin looked me over, worried.  "Hey buddy... are you okay?"

"Sure," I answered weakly, shuddering all over.

"Aw fuck.  I'm sorry... I was only..."

"Nah, don't worry," I told him, struggling to my feet and gathering up
my clothes.  "It was what I asked for, exactly what I needed.  You did
it right."

But Justin didn't look too proud of himself.  "Fuck.  Now I'm the one
who feels bad.  Maybe I need to be punished too."

"Got ya covered!" Travis chirped, rolling off the bed and peeling off
his shirt.  By the time I got dressed and tromped off down the hall, they
were both giggling and playfully wrestling around, Justin still stark
naked and Travis quickly getting there.

Carter was back from class when I dragged myself into the room.  I
straightened up as much as I could and mumbled something about being
tired, hoping not to make it too obvious.  He accepted it at any rate,
and didn't make an issue of it when I flopped down on my bunk to rest
and recover.

We made it to practice on time and God, what a day.  I could barely hang
on through the drills.  The toughest part of all was just acting like
nothing was wrong as I was putting my demolished body through the paces.

But I made it through, finished the practice without embarrassing myself
too badly.  Damn, I was looking forward to that good hot shower, and
soaking up some steam with the guys.

"You go ahead, I'll be along later.  I've got something to do first,"
Carter told me.

"What's up?"

"Well, it's Travis... he asked if I could help him out.  Said he did
something he's not real proud of, and wants me to do something about it.
 I'm not sure what it is he needs, but I told him he could count on
me."

"Ah."  I smiled.  "Don't forget the coconut oil."

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