Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2023 20:06:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ript Jock <riptjock@verizon.net>
Subject: WRESTLING AND EVERYTHING ELSE - PART 59 (Athletics)

Now that Travis had a boy, the pressure was on Justin.  He knew they
shouldn't let Ric go too long without a brother but there just wasn't
any obvious choice.  There were a couple big guys who could probably
wrestle either 184 or 197 as needed, but nobody who really stuck out as a
top prospect.  Still, he had to pick somebody, soon.

In the end he decided on Tanner Croghan.  Average looks, light brown hair
cropped short, and a smile that lit up the room in those rare moments
when he let his guard down.  At six foot even, Tanner was an inch below
Justin's height and pretty fucking stacked, although he didn't carry
anywhere near Justin's mass.  His skills were okay, nothing really
special, but what made the difference was his focus.  He was one of those
guys who go through life with his game face on, like every time he got
near somebody on or off the mat he was waiting for the whistle and
thinking about how to take him down.  With that attitude and that body,
it seemed like we'd have no trouble molding him into a damn good
wrestler.

Justin approached him with our standard mentorship offer and he pretty
much jumped at the chance.  I knew he would; big guys love hanging out
with other big guys, and Justin had the big guy vibe down.  Big
personality to match his size, plus he was the highest ranked wrestler on
our whole squad.  It was a no-brainer.

At Duncan's that night, Justin put Tanner through the paces, drilling
him mostly on fundamentals that he should've mastered back in high
school but with the energy level bumped up to NCAA standards.  Tanner
moved well; he was quick for his size and didn't tire out easily.   He
balked for a second when Justin told him to lose the shirt but once they
got started and our buddy managed to crack through his shell, he turned
out to be a good-natured guy.  He was like an overgrown kid who'd just
entered Disneyland, but maybe spent a little too much time worrying about
whether he really belonged there.

They worked up a good sweat getting used to each other, Justin barking
out orders and testing Tanner's strength, his skills, his instincts
while the boy did his best to prove he was up to speed.  The two worked
well together and were developing a genuine rapport.  An hour in and with
both of them tiring, it was time to step it up to the next level.

"Good job, Justin told him.  "I think you've earned a little fun.  If
you're gonna be a real wrestler, you should learn to do it how the
ancient Greeks did."  He strolled to the cabinet and brought back the
olive oil.  "With this."

"Oil?"

"Yep.  Extra virgin.  No limits, no excuses, no apologies... and no
clothes."

Justin peeled down his compression shorts and a huge, half-hard horse
shank flopped out.  He stood there grinning as Tanner turned instantly
pale and then all kinds of red, eyes bulging out of their sockets at that
monster cock stiffening and growing even longer right in front of him.
He staggered back half a step, practically choking.

"Let's go," Justin commanded.  "Get those pants off!"  The kid
looked like his head was about to explode right then and there.

"No!" Tanner yelled back.  "No fuckin' way!  God damn it, I
should've known this is what it was all about.  Fuck you!  I'm fuckin'
outta here!"

The kid grabbed his shirt and shoes and warm-ups and bolted up the
stairs, raced out the front door and down the street without even
stopping to get dressed, bare feet slapping cold pavement and not once
ever looking back.  Justin was dumbstruck; he just stood there in the
center of the mat with a stiff cock and a bottle of oil in his hand.

"What the fuck now?" he said out loud to nobody, once he regained his
senses.  "What the almighty fuck am I supposed to do now?"

Carter and I were hanging with Travis when Justin came barreling into the
room in a panic, spouting a nonstop stream of shit that nobody could make
sense of.  When we finally got him settled down to the point of forming
coherent sentences he told us the whole story, and then ran through it
top to bottom again to fill in all the blank spots he'd missed the first
time.

Brady and Willis heard the commotion from across the hall and scurried
in, with Andy close on their heels -- he'd been a fixture in their room
since the fall term began.  They arrived in time for the second telling,
and gasped in amazement as Justin laid out each new detail.

The big guy finished his story and for a minute the whole room was
silent.  Nobody said a word.

"So I guess maybe not all wrestlers are into cock," Brady ventured.

Justin blew up.  "Ya think??  Well fuck, maybe you shoulda brought that
up before..."

"No, all wrestlers want cock," Willis said.  "But some don't know it
yet."

"And how the fuck's that s'posed to help?"

Travis put his arm around his brother's shoulders  "Hey, calm down.
We're all just trying to figure this out.  But we'll deal with it,
we'll work it out and come up with a plan."

Justin snorted.  "Great.  And meanwhile he goes off and complains to
somebody, and my ass gets kicked off the team, and outta school, and..."

"I'll talk to Tanner," Andy said.

"What the fuck do you think you can do?"

"I know him.  We went to the same high school.  I'll talk to him."

"Stay out of it," I warned him, knowing full well that Andy'd never
stayed out of anything in his life.  "This is our problem.  Let us
handle it."

Andy sighed in frustration, backed out of the room and shut the door
behind him.  The rest of us still jabbered back and forth trying to be
helpful.

"What about Duncan?"

"Out of town."

"Did this ever happen before?" Travis asked.  "Has anyone else ever
bailed out like that?"

Carter nodded.  "Yeah.  Kyle.  He told me all about it."

"No shit?  Kyle?"  I couldn't help grinning.

"Yeah."  Travis smirked.  "You know how it is.  The big guys can be
such pussies."  Earning himself a glare from Justin that could've
melted steel.

"Well, let's get Kyle over here," Brady said.  "Carter?"

My brother pulled out his phone.  "I'll call."

Meanwhile Andy wasn't wasting a second.  There was zero chance he'd sit
back and let us deal with it on our own.  He jogged across campus to the
freshman dorm and was knocking on Tanner's door while the rest of us
were still arguing over what exactly the fuck we should say to Kyle, and
who else we should bring in on it.  There was no answer to his knock but
the door was unlocked so he walked on in.  The big lunk was curled up in
a ball on the top bunk in the dark, like he was trying to go into
hibernation.

"Hey," Andy said, flipping on the light switch.  "Got a couple
minutes?"

Tanner nodded.  "Sure."

"Can you... come down here and talk?"

Tanner rolled off the mattress and dropped to the floor.  He stood
towering over little Andy, who motioned with his head to the desk
chairs.  They sat facing each other, one like a wall of stone and the
other looking him over trying to find a way in.

"Roomie's not around?"

"Library."

"Good."  Andy scooted in a little closer.  "It's not like high
school, is it?"

Tanner hissed out a sigh.  "Nope, that's for sure."

"But it's not so bad, right?  I mean, look at the guys we work out with
every day.  They're total studs, every one of `em.  And they're our
teammates.  You and me, we're part of it.  Those guys can be our buddies
for life, closer than anybody you'll ever meet again."

"Maybe I don't wanna be that close."

"But... you're a wrestler.  What do you think wrestling's all about?
Grinding up against guys, holding `em down, tangling up with `em... I
mean, you're into guys, right?"

"No!  Fuck no!"

Andy gave him a doubtful stare; it wasn't in his skill set to conceive
that one muscled up stud wouldn't be into another.  "Dude, I remember
our meets.  You gonna tell me now you never popped a bone in your
singlet?"

"That's not what it was about!  It wasn't sex; I was never thinking
about that.  But my body... it's natural..."

"Your body likes the feeling of muscle on muscle.  Nothing fuckin'
wrong with that, it's just the way it is.  Look, lemme show you..."

Andy stood up and peeled off his shirt.  He moved in close to give Tanner
a good view, his muscles smooth and perfectly chiseled, each a sculpture
all its own.  Well-rounded pecs with a canyon in between that dipped
right down to his breastbone; dark nipples poking out teasingly; tight
rippled abs forming an eight-pack hard as bricks; serratus and obliques
like thick strong fingers wrapping around his ribs.

Tanner's breath caught in his throat for a second; this was like nothing
he'd seen in high school.  Andy'd used his redshirt year to full
advantage.  He was out for wrestler cock, and turning himself into a
world class stud was the easiest way to get it.  He reached out to give
Tanner's delt a squeeze but the big guy only shrank back in his chair,
squirmed uncomfortably and shrugged him off.

"Don't," Tanner said weakly.

"Dude... you're three times as big as me.  I'm pretty sure you can
break me in half if I do anything you don't like.  You've got nothing
to be afraid of."  He gripped Tanner's traps with his left hand and
stroked his chest with the other.

Tanner shuddered.  "But I don't want... this isn't..."

"You don't?  Looks like you forgot to tell your cock."  Sure enough,
he was showing a nice hefty bulge.

"I can't control it..."

"Big problem, isn't it?  Your head and your body are going two
different directions, and that just doesn't work for a wrestler.  So,
either you figure out how to shut down your body... or start working on
getting that head straightened out."

Tanner was speechless, his brain completely locked up.  Andy jumped on
the moment.  He kicked off his shoes and quickly shed his pants, plopped
down into Tanner's lap straddling him stark naked, and gazed into his
eyes, a nice stiff dick pointing at his chin.

"Dude, I know you wanna fuck me.  I knew it in high school; you were
itchin' for it even back then.  So, when are you gonna start livin' the
life you want?  Next year?  Next century?  I want your fuckin' cock
inside me right now.  Don't keep throwin' all your chances away."

"But I swear... you gotta understand, I never..."

"The hell you didn't.  You were..."  But something in Tanner's eye
stopped him cold.  "Wait.  You mean never?  As in... not ever?  No guys,
no girls... nobody?"

Tanner nodded and hung his head, deeply ashamed.

"Aw, man... don't worry.  It's nothin' to feel bad about.  You just
need to relax and let it happen.  A stud like you... fuck man, I'd do
anything to be with you."

"I wanted my first time to be something special..." Tanner murmured.

"It will be.  I promise."

Andy tugged at Tanner's T-shirt and the big guy raised his arms and let
him pull it off over his head.  Looked him over, smiled, then leaned in
and pressed his chest and abs flush against Tanner's to give him the
warm, incredible sensation of flesh on flesh.  That big stud
instinctively wrapped his arms around, holding him gently, whimpering as
Andy began planting sweet little kisses on his neck, his ear, his
collarbone, his pecs.

Tanner was so fucking nervous he was shaking but he clearly loved what
was happening and wanted more.  He stroked Andy's head gratefully, ran
his fingers and palms over Andy's traps and rhomboids and lats, feeling
for the first time another guy's muscled body in just the way he'd
always fantasized while jerking his raging cock.

Andy met his eyes for one last look to be sure he was okay, then cut
loose and planted his lips on Tanner's.  His tongue snaked in searching
out another, found it, stirred it into action.  Tanner's arms tightened
around Andy's body as they made out savagely, tongues bludgeoning each
other, then easing off, romping together, teasing one another playfully.

All the while Andy was grinding that perfect ass on the bulge in
Tanner's sweats.  He reached down and stroked it as they kissed, found
the drawstring and undid the knot, pulled the waistband down.  Good man,
Tanner was going commando underneath, and a big beautiful man-sized cock
sprang into the open air, a glistening drop of precum at the tip.  Andy
couldn't resist taking a nice long look.  The sight of it made him
drool.

He slid off of Tanner's lap and knelt on the floor before him, grabbed
the waistband of those sweats with both hands.  Tanner obligingly raised
his ass to let Andy yank them off -- but he peeled them down only to the
knees, just in case the big guy panicked and tried to bolt again.  Andy
gripped Tanner's quads with both hands, leaned in and flicked the
bulbous head of that rigid cock with an eager tongue, then gave it a nice
long lick from end to end, sending a tremor through Tanner's whole body.

Andy locked eyes with the stud as he took that swollen head in his lips,
sucked it into his warm wet mouth and shoved it into his throat, all the
way, until his nose was buried in pubes.  Tanner had never felt anything
like it in his life -- the way Andy's lips glided over the shaft, soft
but firm; the way his supple tongue licked and lapped and swabbed over
every inch.  His breath seized up; he sputtered little yelps and grunts,
barely able to stand the overwhelming pleasure that spread from his cock
to every part of his massive body.

He could easily have blow his load right then and there but Currock the
master cocksucker sensed it, gripped Tanner's balls and squeezed and
pulled to hold off the impending eruption.  Andy took care to keep Tanner
under control, feasting on his meat to bring him to the very peak of
arousal but treading lightly around those sensitive spots that would stir
him up too much and too soon.   Tanner just leaned back in his chair
moaning softly, surrendering himself to the hands and the mouth of a true
expert, and loving it.

His cock was as stiff as could be, leaking freely, the veins swollen,
glutted with blood and pulsing with each beat of his heart.  He was more
than ready for his first fuck.  Andy slipped that big cock out of his
mouth and reared back, looking it over, admiring the way the coating of
spit made it glisten in the light.

"Got lube?" he asked.

"Uh, no... never needed it before."

"No problem, I'll find something.  Sit tight."

He rummaged around the room, first through Tanner's stuff and then his
roomie's.  The big guy did as he was told, stayed planted in the chair
but pulled his sweats all the way off and tossed them aside.  He watched
how Andy's naked body moved, how his muscles flexed as he searched
through bottles of soap and shampoo, squeezed out a drop and rubbed it
between his fingers, finally settled on some lotion.  Andy glanced back
at him and nodded.  Tanner felt his heart jump; felt his chest swell up
with a big deep breath; grinned from ear to ear.

Andy greased Tanner's cock with a glob of lotion in one hand while he
lubed his hole with the other.  The stud took in every step of the
process, watching each little motion he made and marveling at each new
sensation.  Andy moved in and positioned himself, guided the tip of
Tanner's cock head to his hole -- the first touch of his pucker lighting
the big stud up like electricity -- and then opened wide, spread around
it, took it in, slid that huge entire bone right up inside him in one
smooth stroke.

Tanner was breathless as Andy began rocking back and forth, grinding his
meat in and out.  The feeling of that tight hole gliding up and down
slick and smooth, twitching and flexing and massaging his shaft, was
nearly unbearable.  The hot fleshy tunnel that swallowed his cock,
disgorged it and then swallowed it again, over and over, was like heaven,
like something he'd been yearning for all his life without even knowing
it.

"Oh Goddd..." he stammered.

"Hang in there," Andy coached him.  "Seven minutes - and overtime, if
you're still with me.  Just like wrestling.  Keep holding on till the
end."

Tanner underhooked Andy and pulled him close, chest to chest and nipple
to nipple.  They made out wildly as Andy rode that rail, his own stiff
dick rubbing on Tanner's rippled abs.  They grunted and yelped and
moaned together, sharing muscle and sweat and spit and passion.  For
Tanner it was a first, a monumental event; for Andy, every new stud was
an incredible adventure, a reawakening, a celebration of life.

In the end, Tanner didn't last the seven minutes.  It was probably
closer to five.  The pressure built up in his balls and the cum surged
up, uncontrollable.  He tensed.  His muscles clenched.  For a terrible
moment he felt like his head would burst.  Then he let out a loud bellow
and jolted hard from head to toe, almost bucking Andy clear off his lap
as he blasted his load, sending a hot thick flood gushing through Andy's
pipe.

He spurted and spurted what felt like the biggest, most shattering load
of his life.  Each spasm seemed to grip his balls and squeeze them dry,
only to wring out another thick slug of juice a second later.  Pouring
his seed into little Andy felt like the most urgent, most deeply
compelling and ultimately most satisfying act of his life.

Andy was more than on board with it.  He absolutely loved being seeded by
a muscular stud.  Nothing was better than filling his guts with hot
wrestler cream, and he made sure to get a refill at least once every day.

When Tanner's jerking and thrashing began to subside Andy leaned back,
reached down and jacked himself.   He shot his load onto Tanner's chest
and abs, hosing the big guy down, giving him his very first feeling of a
spasming hole milking his meat and hot stripes of man juice splattering
onto his skin.

They clinched up and held each other, cemented together by Andy's cum.
Tanner was wrecked; for minutes on end he could do nothing more than huff
deep breaths in and out, blowing hot moist air onto Andy's neck and
shoulder in a way that made both of them want to stay just like that
forever.

Andy finally broke the silence.  "So, you're into guys, right?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Cool."  He backed off just enough to look Tanner in the eye.  "And
seriously, you don't have to worry about Justin.  He knows what he's
doing.  He's very gentle.  Perfect for your first time taking cock."

"Uhh... I dunno if I can go that far."

"Because...?"

"Well, you know.  Because it's not... umm..."

"Manly?  You think it'll change you, turn you into something?  You'll
be the same as you were before, but more confident, and with a bigger
smile on your face.  And that'll make you a better wrestler.  Haven't
you figured out what it's all about yet?"

Tanner swallowed uncomfortably.  "Just saying, I dunno if I'm ready..."

"Brother, don't tell me you've never watched porn.  Seeing a nice
thick cock push into a muscular ass, pump in and out... you've thought
about it, haven't you?"

"Well... sure."

"And it looks damn good, doesn't it?  Makes you hungry for that meat
inside you... doesn't it?"

Tanner closed his eyes and nodded.

"Look man, you and I both know it's gonna happen sometime.  So here's
Justin, a guy who wants nothing but the best for you.  Who's gonna stick
by you no matter what, for-fucking-ever.  And he's a goddamn stud.  Who
the fuck wouldn't want that?  You're lucky as shit, he chose you for
what's gonna turn out to be the best fucking thing in your life, and you
don't even know it."

The big stud glanced up weakly.  "Did I already fuck it up?  Does he
even still want me now?"

"Pretty sure you'll be fine.  One thing though... how was it being with
a little guy like me?  Was that okay for you?"

Tanner smiled.  "Well yeah.  Pretty amazing, to be honest.  The way it
felt to hold you in my arms... holy fuck."

"Good.  Perfect.  You'll do great."

The rest of us were still crowded into Trav and Justin's room, still
arguing over what exactly we should do.  Kyle was there, and Jase.  Ben
and Greg were with us on Zoom.  We were debating whether to bring Duncan
in on it when there was a knock at the door.

"Open!" Justin called out.

The door swung open and there was Tanner standing in the doorway, with
Andy right behind him.  The whole room froze and fell instantly silent.

Tanner didn't say a word either.  He just strode right in, squared off
with Justin, dropped to his knees and started mouthing his package.
Before we knew it he had Justin's shorts pulled down and a big, quickly
hardening cock deep in his mouth.

We all scrambled out of the room in a mad rush, shut the door behind us
to give the boy and his mentor some privacy and scurried right into Brady
and Willis's across the hall.  At first we just traded stunned looks
while Andy sat there with a big ass grin on his face, trying not to
laugh.

"What the fuck did you do?" I asked him.

"Just gave him what he wanted."

"But... how did you know?"

Andy smirked.  "I told you.  We went to the same high school.  In the
wrestling room, the locker room, the showers, Tanner never looked at
anybody, not even for a second...  If a guy's not interested, fine, I
get it.  But if a guy never even looks?  It's because he's trying way
too hard not to.  And I know damn well what that means."

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The family roster's all set for the season, and it's a huge load off
everyone's mind.  Now they can get down to business... preparing for the
first dual meet, getting the starting lineup settled, and training the
new boys in wrestling and more.  Of course nothing ever goes as smooth as
you want it to, and there's bound to be a few random adventures that pop
up out of nowhere... as well as a few old friends checking in from time to
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