Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 00:11:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ript Jock <riptjock@verizon.net>
Subject: WRESTLING AND EVERYTHING ELSE - PART 64 (Athletics)

Our meet with Indiana always came up early on the Big Ten duals
schedule.  It was one we looked forward to every year.  Traditionally our
schools were rivals but as our brotherhood had grown they'd become our
extended family, with six of our starters and four of theirs full-fledged
members, and a pair of new redshirts apiece.  That still left a lot of
wrestlers on each squad who didn't even know about our connection but
with Jase on our coaching staff and his old mentor Pete on theirs, it was
pretty well accepted that we were competing on a friendly basis.

It probably didn't hurt that neither one of us was in danger of winning
the conference championship anytime soon.

We were hosting the meet this year and it was on a Friday evening.  A
perfect situation; it meant they'd be staying the night instead of
busing back home the same day.  We'd have time to get together for a big
family reunion over at Duncan's.

Our eyes were all lit up as we filed through for the team handshakes at
the end of the meet.  It's always a blast to wrestle with friends.  The
night had gone pretty well for both sides; our team had come out on top
but there were good close matches all around.  I got my revenge on Noah
after losing to him at the Midlands.  And his brother had pulled out a
win over Brady; my boy showed great tenacity and heart but they were no
match for Dave's experience.

In Duncan's basement, the team singlets were gone; there was no more our
side or theirs.  The whole gang of us crowded around the edge of the mat
together like one big family.  We'd all wrestled hard and honored our
teams and our training.  Now it was time for some fun.

Duncan was running the show; he wouldn't miss an event like this for the
world.  He stood up before us, gave everyone a warm welcome, then
strolled to the cabinet, pulled out the bottle of olive oil and held it
at arm's length.

"Pete and Jase," he said.  "Come on out here and get us started."

Those two trotted onto the mat shedding their clothes, giggling and
grinning like apes while the rest of us jockeyed for seats at ringside.
Noah and I huddled up together, eagerly awaiting an epic matchup between
my mentor and his.

Pete and Jase oiled one another down, running their hands over each
other's bodies like they were sizing each other up and testing for
weaknesses.  Back when they were both wrestling, Pete was two weight
classes above Jase, but now that neither one had to worry about cutting
weight they were very nearly the same size.  Around two hundred pounds
each, give or take, with Pete standing maybe an inch taller.

Duncan shouted "Go!" and those studs crashed together like a pair of
horned up bulls, thick cocks standing up rigid and proud on both sides.

They grappled and fought for advantage, muscles slipping and sliding
against muscles, clouds of oily droplets spraying into the air as their
torsos clashed together.  Everyone in the room was in awe.  They went
after each other with everything they had... but of course they hadn't
already wrestled tonight like ten of the rest of us did.  They'd only
sat at the sidelines yelling and screaming at us as we misheard or
mistook or ignored their coaching, or otherwise fucked up.  And now they
were taking out the night's frustrations on each other... along with any
other grudges they'd been holding the past few years.

The peanut gallery churned with every move they made, howling and
grunting and cheering.  It was always great to see a pair of bull studs
go at it, and even better if they were your brothers.  I was cheering for
Pete just as much as I was for Jase.  I loved seeing my mentor pull out
his best moves, but loved seeing him get taken down just as much.  Noah
was the same.  He'd yell his lungs out when Pete got the upper hand, and
yell even louder when Jase turned it back around.  We were rewarding
aggression, plain and simple.  Whoever went on the attack had all of us
on his side.

Pete lunged in for a single-leg, Jase blocked him and shot back on a
double, and instantly they were both on the mat scrambling for control.
It was so much fucking fun to watch them, to see all that ripped goddamn
muscle flexing and tensing and battling one against the other.  Noah
flung an arm around me and squeezed tight from the sheer excitement; I
wrapped him up in a headlock, wrenching and torquing his neck.  How the
fuck would I ever survive if I wasn't a wrestler, if I didn't have
buddies I could mangle and maul and rumble around with, and both of us
come up smiling and begging for more?

Jase was quickly running out of gas.  He tried one last big move to put
his old mentor on his back but only ended up struggling to fend off
another attack.  He managed to find a stable base on all fours and Pete
moved in on top of him, snaked a beefy hand around and gripped Jase's
cock.  They'd entered the end game.  The crowd hushed as Jase accepted
his fate, Pete pried his knees apart, pressed a fat cock head to his hole
and plunged in.

The whole crowd roared our approval as Pete plowed into his former boy
and Jase hung tough and took it.  The sight of that muscled ass flexing,
pistoning in and out, railing an equally fearsome world class stud was
too fucking spectacular for words.  We felt every powerful thrust down to
our bones, shuddered with every hard-earned grunt.  When Jase suddenly
tensed up all over, veins popping out like tree roots and muscles flared
and glistening, every guy in the room held his breath.  A big jolt
forward, and a massive spurt of hot cream laid a stripe across the mat.
Jase's body clenched and quivered, and Pete slammed home into him,
unleashing his seed.

Those Romans had it all wrong.  Gladiators with swords and spears?  Fuck
that.  This was real entertainment.  And don't even try to tell me it
isn't what those Greeks were getting up to, once their Olympic matches
were done.

"Troy!  Tanner!" Duncan barked out, as soon as the two studs had
regained their senses and trudged off the mat.  "Get out there and show
us something!"

Dave's boy and Justin's boy began peeling off their clothes.  Troy was
in his second year in the Indiana lineup and now had a boy of his own.
Tanner's NCAA matches began and ended with the Midlands; he was short on
experience but hadn't wrestled tonight, so he was starting out fresh.
Both wrestled at 197.  It would be an even matchup.

They oiled each other down, getting a good feel of each other's muscle
along the way.  Faced off at center, Duncan shouted "Go!" and they
locked up in a slippery tie.

As soon as their match was underway, Duncan was setting up another.
"Aiden!" he barked out.  "Ric!"  And the two 125-pounders, Trav's
boy and Noah's, stripped and bounded onto the mat.  They slicked up in a
hurry and Duncan got them started.  Two sets of big and little brothers
were sharing the mat, each one aiming to show off his skills and impose
his will on a first-time opponent.

Noah and I were having a blast on the sidelines, playfully grabbing and
shoving each other around as we watched the big guys lumbering like
giants and the little guys flying at each other like lightning; I swear
their energy was boundless.  He was first to reach down my shorts and I
quickly returned the favor.  We stroked each other's cocks and giggled
like fools as we each cheered on our favorites.

It hit me right in the middle of all this that tonight was maybe the last
time ever I'd get to wrestle Noah, at least in a regulation match in
front of a crowd.  There'd be the Big Ten Championships and later the
NCAAs, but who knew how the brackets would be arranged?  And then he'd
graduate and be out of wrestling, forever.  It wouldn't exactly count as
a tragedy in the regular world, but to guys like us, yeah, it kinda was.

I gave him a long, suddenly serious look, caught his eye, and pulled him
in for a long, romantic kiss.  And then just as quick it was all fun and
games again, as our eyes went back to the mat.

The big guys had been stalemated pretty much the whole match, but all of
a sudden Tanner left a clear opening and Troy eagerly lunged in on a
shot.  It looked like the kid had done it on purpose.  Troy took him down
and moved in to cover him, but a beefy leg snaked out, hooked around
Troy's and flipped him over with a crazy move that put him on his back.
Tanner tied up his arms and pressed down chest-to-chest with all his
weight until Troy's shoulders hit the mat.

I shot a glance over to Justin.  "Where the fuck did that come from?"

The big guy grinned back.  "Kid's got some funky skills, doesn't he?"

Duncan was just as surprised as the rest of us.  He burst out laughing,
then slapped the mat to signal the fall.  Troy was completely dazed by
it... but accepted the loss, as well as his fate.  With Tanner leering
down at him, he lifted his knees and opened them wide.

On the opposite side of the mat, Ric was in trouble.  Aiden had him
immobilized with an arm bar and half Nelson combo.  He struggled to get
up off the mat and managed to pull his knees in, but like a shot Aiden
transitioned, wrapped both arms around Ric's torso and wedged himself in
between those knees.  Aiden's nice hard cock was in line to skewer some
redshirt ass.

The whole room burst out in howls and cheers as Tanner drove hard into
Troy and Aiden plunged into Ric at virtually the same instant, timed so
well you'd swear they'd rehearsed it that way.  On both sides the guys
fucked just like they wrestled, Tanner thrusting in with long powerful
strokes, Aiden banging away a mile a minute.  It was great entertainment;
we were thoroughly satisfied.  But Duncan seemed to think it still
wasn't enough.

"Brady and Holt!  Willis and Sawyer!  Go find yourselves some real
estate!"

The four guys jumped up and got busy shedding clothes and smearing on
oil.  They staked out some mat space at a safe distance from the humping
and got set.  This would be great experience for Brady and Willis, having
playtime with a brand new set of brothers... but when I got my first good
look at the Indiana redshirts, my jaw dropped wide open.  I shot a quick
look to Carter, who was tangled up with his old buddy Dave right next to
Noah and me.

He nodded his head.  "Yeah, kinda spooky, huh?  They picked their own
mentors' replacements."

Sure enough.  Aiden's boy Holt looked like a younger copy of his mentor
Noah, head to toe.  And Troy's boy Sawyer was a junior version of Dave.
They'd be stepping right into the guys' spots in the lineup as soon as
they were out the door.

I shrugged.  "Works for me, I guess."

And anyway, once the action started, nothing else mattered.  All eyes in
the house were full of lean, ripped, muscled up, oiled up bodies in
motion, two pairs of them grappling and clashing while the other two
pairs banged it out.  The sweat poured off them in rivers; musk hung
thick as fog in the air.  The sounds of bodies colliding, skin smacking
skin, grunts of strain and exertion and pleasure were like a goddamn
concert to our ears.

The yelps and moans from the first two pairs were becoming more frantic
and urgent.  They wouldn't hold out much longer.  Ric was the first to
blow, spraying seed all over the mat.  Tanner heard his little brother's
wails and lost it himself, slamming in hard and dumping a big load into
Troy, who cut loose seconds later and spouted a geyser of cream,
splattering his own abs and Tanner's.  That left Aiden still pumping
away, but not for long.  He tensed and yelled out and blasted spurt after
spurt deep into Ric's guts.

With all that cum being spilled right next to them, the other four on the
mat became more and more determined to bring their own matches to a big
wet finish.  Holt and Sawyer wrestled well but they hadn't been dealing
with naked oil matches near as long as Brady and Willis; our boys had the
inside track.  By the time the first two pairs had cleared off to the
sideline, all four were down and rolling around on the mat.  Willis and
Brady came out of the scramble on top, applied torque at just the right
moment, and turned those Indiana redshirts onto their backs.

They traded quick smiles as their victims each resigned themselves to
taking a good hard fuck.  Brady pulled Holt's legs up and hooked them
over his shoulders, stroked the boy's pecs and abs tenderly as he slid
his meat smoothly up the chute.  Willis had won his earlier match, and
decided to show some class and honor tradition.  He straddled Sawyer and
lowered his ass to the boy's cock, shoved it in and rode him like a
champ.

Nobody was about to head for the showers with all this going on.  Ric,
Tanner, Aiden and Troy, even Pete and Jase were still hanging out at the
edge of the mat crowded in with the rest of us, bare ass and slimy with
oil and reeking of sweat and sex.  We gazed in utter exhilaration as the
youngsters romped, Brady plowing a new highway into Holt and his brother
Willis bucking and grinding on Sawyer's meat like there was no tomorrow.

It didn't take long till the four of them were gushing cream all over
the insides and outsides of each other.  Each spurt brought a roar from
the crowd, and a grunt or a yelp or a moan from the boys on the mat.  It
was a bonding experience for all of us, an act of affirmation that we
were truly all part of the same family, a family that wrestled and fucked
and blew cum together, and most of all stuck together like it was the
most important thing and the only important thing in the entire goddamn
world.

The four helped each other up off the mat, lumbered to the sidelines
still dripping and joined us, with shit-eating grins on their faces.  We
welcomed them like heroes as Duncan looked over the crowd.  Noah and I
were lounging together comfortably, but perked up when he turned our way.

"You two already settled your score tonight," he told us, then spotted
Justin and Travis giving him hopeful looks from the back.  "Sorry guys,
not enough Hoosiers to go around, you'll have to sit this one out."
Finally he homed in on the pair right next to us.  "Carter!  Dave!  You
got some unfinished business, right?  Come on out for the main event!"

My brother and his buddy jumped up and stripped down.  They'd known each
other since one was a redshirt and the other was a first year wrestler,
but now that Carter moved up in weight they'd never meet in
competition.  Those two couldn't wait to get at each other, in front of
the only audience that mattered.  They slathered each other with oil,
smearing it on in a hurry but good and thick, and were facing off before
Duncan had even waved them to center.  We were all giggling over how
eager they were, and excited by the prospect of a damn good match.

At the word "Go!" they cut loose, each of them lunging in with shots
and re-shots.  They went on the attack with hardly a thought of defense,
trusting their slick bodies and knowledge of the other guy's moves to
wriggle them out of whatever they got themselves into.  Jesus, it was fun
to watch.  In no time they were both down on the mat scrambling, lean
bodies slipping and sliding against one another, each one fighting his
way to top position only to have the other guy squirm free and snake over
and put him on bottom again.  My brother had the muscle advantage but
that oil was a great equalizer.

Naturally we were all shouting out instructions and sage advice to our
favorite.   Dave and Carter ignored us and wrestled however the fuck they
wanted.   We knew they wouldn't listen but kept at it anyway; it was all
part of the fun.

I looked around at how everyone was situated.  Ric and Tanner were
crushed up together with Troy and Aiden; Brady and Willis each had an arm
around Sawyer and Holt.  It was heartwarming to see.  An oil wrestling
match and a good hard fuck had turned them into brothers and cemented new
friendships that would stick with them all through college, maybe longer,
just like the pair we were yelling for.  I latched onto Noah's package
and gave it a squeeze, and he hooked an arm around my neck in a brotherly
chokehold.

Those two on center stage weren't running out of gas.  They were just as
energized as ever, rolling around, arms and legs tangling, slipping out
of each other's grasp and renewing their attacks.  They stretched and
contorted every way imaginable to gain advantage over each other,
gleaming muscles rippling and flexing, tight asses and hard cocks drawing
our attention like we were hypnotized.  Even the guys who'd already
blown a load couldn't help drooling.

At some point things shifted, not all at once, but after a while I
noticed they weren't really wrestling anymore.  Their energy was just as
high and their moves were wrestling moves, but neither one was actually
trying to beat the other; they were just trying to fire each other up and
jumpstart each other's engines.

It was still damn good entertainment, and as the crowd dialed into what
was going on, the shouts came just as emphatic and fierce; only the
instructions changed.  I laughed my ass off at Justin bellowing, "Jam
your fingers up there, boy!  Stretch that hole!" and Troy calling out to
his mentor, "Flip `im over and nail that son of a bitch!"

As always, Dave and Carter had their own plan that none of us could put a
dent in.  My brother underhooked his buddy, their legs intertwined, lips
mashed together and they made out intensely as they dry humped each other
with no restraint.  We cheered every move they made, reveling in the
sight of those bodies grinding one against the other.  Next thing I knew,
Carter was on his back and pulling his knees up to his chest.

I loved watching my brother take cock.  The fact that it wasn't me
fucking him made no damn difference at all.  I saw Dave slide his meat
in, heard that sharp little breath Carter always took when a thick cock
pushed through his inner sphincter, and felt glad he'd be getting railed
by a smoking hot stud who knew how to push his buttons.  I couldn't keep
from smiling as I recognized all the little twitches and sounds that
meant he was being fucked just right.  Noah was loving it too, snuggling
up close beside me as his own brother pumped away.

Dave picked up his pace, plowing in aggressively but never banging; he
kept his thrusts smooth, his strokes long and deep, and Carter responded
like a champ.  They were grunting and moaning in rhythm, feeding off each
other's energy and using it to heighten their own pleasure.  It was one
hell of a show.  Every guy in the room, even Duncan, was blown away by
how well they worked together.  You gotta admire and respect a guy who
knows how to handle a cock... whether he's on top or on bottom.

They were driving each other harder and harder toward the finish.  Their
moans were getting longer and louder, their bodies rocking harder.  I
heard my brother's telltale yelp and knew it was all but over.  The
whole room erupted in primal yells as he jolted and blew out a huge spurt
of cream that splattered his chin and chest and abs.

Dave pulled out as Carter bucked and thrashed and gushed out spurt after
spurt, and I'd swear he backed off just to give the boys in the cheap
seats a better view.  He moved in again when things quieted down, thrust
his cock out like a showman and Carter jacked him vigorously until he
exploded, spouting cum all over my brother's torso, adding his seed to
the mix.  When he was drained dry, Carter pulled him down on top of him,
and they rolled around together kissing and wallowing in their mingled
sperm.

The show was over.  Duncan thanked us for our brotherhood and our sense
of fair play, and left us to clean up the room and ourselves.  The four
redshirts got busy swabbing the mat with mops and towels while the rest
of us took turns in the shower two by two, Jase and Pete first, then Troy
and Aiden, Willis and Brady.  Justin and Travis drifted on home and left
Noah and me to shut it down.

We inspected the mat and sent the redshirts to the showers, both of us
amazed and impressed by the choices they made... Tanner paired up with
Holt, and Ric with Sawyer.  Intercollegiate relations were alive and
well.  As they finished, we sent them upstairs to hunt down Pete for a
ride back to their hotel.

Noah and I just stood there a moment, exchanging a look.

"So... you need a shower?"

He grinned.  "Yeah.  I do."

*******************************************************

Well, the Big Ten dual season is off and running, and it's always good
to start out wrestling with friends.  They'll surely all meet up again
later, but meanwhile they'll have a lot of competition to get through,
and a fair amount of adventures along the way.  So stay tuned!

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