Coach Wilson announced we'd be having wrestle-offs in the middle of October. These would help his staff determine the starting lineup. We'd be suited up in singlets and wrestling entire matches just like at an actual meet. With as many as four guys competing for each weight class and everyone's college athletic career on the line it was definitely going to be a hard fought couple of days.
Carter and I worked like crazy to prepare. It's not that we were worried exactly but this would be our first chance to really show what we were made of. We didn't just want to win, we wanted to crush it. We wanted to leave no doubt whatsoever that we were the men for the job.
Conditioning in the mornings, team practice in the afternoons, and three or four nights a week we'd go over to Duncan's. Jase or Kyle would always be there to help, to run us through some drills and coach us on the mentality we'd need to win. But one night early in October neither one showed up. We stretched and went through our warm-ups but still we were left on our own. We'd resigned ourselves to sparring between each other when we heard someone coming down the stairs.
It was Duncan, dressed for action in a pair of compression shorts.
"The boys thought I should take over your training for a while," he told us. "Jase thought it'd seem like favoritism if he spent too much time with you himself, and Kyle thought I could do a better job of preparing you. You guys okay with that?"
"Yes," I said quickly.
"Definitely," Carter agreed. Duncan was the master; he knew more about championship wrestling than anyone. He was away on business half the time but any amount of time we could spend with him was golden.
"Okay then, we're gonna wrestle round robin. It'll prepare you for tournaments, help you adapt to different styles quickly, get you used to wrestling one match after another. You two start, then I'll call the switch and Carter comes out. Periods are one minute long."
"Are we oiling up?" I asked.
He laughed. "No, this isn't playtime. This is hard work. We're gonna go until you drop, or until I do. Ready?"
We stripped to our shorts and squared off at center. "Ready."
"Go!"
Carter and I tied up and tested each other's defenses, tried to fake each other into leaving an opening. Duncan wasn't having any of it. "Action, action!" he yelled. "Clock's ticking! What're you afraid of? Take a shot!"
I lunged in for an ankle pick but Carter saw it coming and shut me down with a sprawl. I reset and he re-shot and snagged a high-crotch single; I grabbed his inside elbow to block the double, turned my hips and pried my leg free, drove into him and broke him down. "Good!" Duncan yelled. "Now you're both learning something! Three... two... one... Switch!"
We broke our holds, Duncan bounded onto the mat and Carter went off to keep time and act as ref.
One round after the next we wrestled, switching up every minute - Duncan and me, Carter and Duncan, Carter and me again. It was so much fun to trade off like that, jumping into a brand new match each minute, taking our minute's rest to catch our breath and then jumping right in again. Each time we ended three full rotations Duncan would pause the action to give us some pointers, then we'd start the whole thing over. We began from neutral or from referee's position, alternating who was up and who was down. In no time we were sweating and huffing and loving every round.
Needless to say our cocks were hard as rock from the minute we stepped onto the mat. One thing our family had taught us was to embrace the sexuality of wrestling, to truly, shamelessly lust for the feeling of wrapping ourselves around a muscular body. Our stiff cocks spiked our testosterone, boosted our aggression - and unleashing them on each other with no anxieties or awkwardness left us free to focus on the match and wrestle our best. We just didn't feel right unless our boned cocks were grinding up against whoever was tangled in our arms.
I loved everything about wrestling, the way my own muscles responded, the way my opponents' shaved smooth bodies moved and felt and pressed against mine, how they strained against me, how they grunted and how they smelled. It all fed back into my sex drive, made my cock even harder, my muscles stronger, my desire to dominate them even more intense. Every wrestler worth a damn feels the same, whether he admits it to himself or not - wrestling is all about fucking, and fucking is all about wrestling. A guy who can't appreciate that isn't likely to win a match against someone who does.
We went on and on rolling around the mat together, grunting and growling and gasping for breath as our tanks dipped down toward empty. The excitement of going up against Duncan kept us coming back round after round, and of course Carter and I would happily wrestle each other to our dying breath. But eventually our arms and legs grew as heavy as sandbags and the three of us were moving like dead tired sloths. I called the last switch and dragged myself onto the mat, Duncan looked at Carter and me and grinned. He wrapped us both up in a hug, all of us drenched in sweat and barely able to stand on our feet without wobbling.
"Great session, guys," he told us, "you're really looking like champs," and that kind of praise from a true wrestling god made us as happy as pups. "I'm gonna hit the showers. If you're up for some playtime, go to it - you know where the olive oil is."
We scrambled out of our shorts eagerly as he plodded off. Carter and I stood on the mat looking over each other's bodies and licking our lips, then stopped... and exchanged mischievous grins.
"Let's get the mop," I said. "Hurry!"
I swabbed the mat with the mop while Carter rubbed it down with dry towels. We moved as fast as we could - which was pretty damn slow at that point, especially since we prided ourselves on a thorough job; we still needed to show Duncan's wrestling room the proper respect. When it was done to our satisfaction we stowed the cleaning gear away and headed for the showers, hoping we wouldn't be too late.
Duncan was already toweling off when we got there. He glanced at us and flashed us a smile, and the two of us rushed him - each one snagging an arm and hustling him back into the shower stall.
I grabbed his cock and began stroking as Carter turned the water on full blast. We pushed him back against the wall and crowded in on him, kissing his neck and jaw and mouth. Duncan responded well; he made out with us each in turn, slid his hands around Carter's waist and mine and latched onto an ass cheek apiece with a good strong grip. We rubbed up against him, grinding our cocks on his own rigid meat, our asses flexing and twitching as he teasingly fingered our holes.
I snaked my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me, made out with him hungrily and played with his nipples as Carter got down on his knees and licked his cock. Duncan's meat swelled and throbbed gratefully as Carter's lips wrapped around and sucked it in, his tongue massaged the shaft, his throat opened wide to take in that big bloated head. I heard Duncan whimper and felt his tongue attack mine more desperately than ever and I knew my brother was doing his job well.
I began gnawing on Duncan's ears, licking and kissing and nibbling his neck and collarbone and chest, pinching and pulling and twisting his nipples both at once as Carter worked his cock and balls and ass. Duncan's head tilted back and he moaned loud and long. He grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand, stroked Carter's head with the other. We teased him relentlessly, tweaking and stroking and licking and prodding. It was such a fucking thrill to please him, and even more so because Carter and I did it together. And holy fuck, that stream of sparkling hot water felt great on our worn out muscles.
"Carter wants you to fuck him," I whispered into his ear. "He wants your cock in his ass!"
"Mmmmmm!" he moaned. "What about you?"
"I want you to fuck me too!" I hissed.
Duncan was more than ready. I gave Carter's arm a tug and he stood beside me, both of us facing the wall offering our asses to our trainer. Duncan let out a low growl, obviously liking what he saw - and that only made us beg for it all the harder. He reached around and grabbed Carter's cock with one hand, mine with the other, and stroked us while he decided, rubbing his thick stiff meat along Carter's crack and then mine, trading off back and forth between us.
He lathered up his cock with a handful of frothy suds and homed in on my brother, pressed his cock head to Carter's hole and pushed it steadily in. I grabbed Carter's hand and squeezed, our fingers interlaced; leaned in and made out with him as Duncan buried his meat in that muscled ass and began to pump him in and out smooth and slow. I jacked Carter's cock while Duncan massaged his shoulders and stroked his chest and abs. Carter whimpered gratefully at the attention he was getting, with our four hands all over him, his tongue wrestling mine, and a nice thick cock plunging into him again and again.
And then it was my turn for some attention as Duncan pulled out, shifted over and pressed his meat to my hole. I spread my legs wide as Carter moved in front of me and rubbed his body against mine, making out with me eagerly. We stroked each other's cocks while Duncan thrust in deep and railed me from behind, his hands prodding and squeezing and grasping me everywhere. God, it felt amazing. I flexed my hips back to meet Duncan's thrusts, goading him to fuck me harder, give me more and more. Nothing could have been better than that big cock plumbing me deep, lighting up my whole body while I jacked my brother and rubbed against him and teased his tongue with mine.
Back and forth he fucked one of us and then the other, pounding harder and harder with each new round and making the two of us more and more aroused. Each time we switched I couldn't wait to have my turn at Duncan's cock again, couldn't wait to see the look on Carter's face as Duncan fucked him. My brother and I were already bonded as tight as could be but somehow taking that stud's cock together drew us even closer. I loved the look in his eyes as he watched me getting nailed, loved the look he gave me when that cock slammed into his ass yet again.
Like a true wrestler Duncan sensed every tremor in our bodies, knew how close we all were to spilling our loads. The man was an excellent trainer. He gently pushed me aside to focus on Carter, banged him hard with his arms wrapped tight around my brother's chest, then finished him off. Carter's whole body lurched and jolted as he let out a moan and blasted a huge shot of cum onto the tiled wall. Duncan squeezed him even tighter holding him firmly in place as he hammered away, forcing out spurt after spurt until Carter was drained.
My turn. I flexed my hips for him eagerly as he rammed that meat deep inside me. His strong arms gripping me, those powerful thrusts banging away had me ready to blow in no time. He leaned in and gnawed on my ear; I felt his stubble prickling the back of my neck and my cum surged out like a torrent. That thick meat in my ass felt like goddamn magic as my tortured sphincter spasmed, my body jerked and my cream poured out in a flood. Every muscle in my body felt so fucking satisfied, so fucking perfectly exhausted.
But we weren't about to let Duncan get away clean. As soon as we were done shooting we pounced on him, shoved him back against the wall and chewed on his nipples both at once. I jacked his cock while Carter squeezed his balls and fingered his hole until he was squirming and yelping with delight. He was so fired up from banging our asses it didn't take long before his sack tightened up, his body tensed and he gushed out a thick hot load. We reveled in it as he spurted and quaked, letting that juice splatter onto our bodies, smearing it over him and over each other, licking it off our fingers and mashing our lips against his to give him a taste.
More soap and hot water, and we cleaned up and toweled each other dry with big grins all around.
After two weeks of sessions like that we were ready to take on the whole world. We strutted into the wrestling room each day owning it, and owning everyone in it. Our confidence was sky high; the momentum we'd built through our training couldn't be stopped. The wrestle-offs came and Carter and I tore through our opponents as if they were made of paper.
On the mat I was crystal clear. I saw every attack coming, anticipated every defense. I spotted all their weaknesses like they were open books, my eyes keying into their moves, my muscles attuned to the slightest imbalance. Everything Jase and Duncan had taught me clicked into place; the matches were nothing more than puzzles to solve with a straightforward approach, a showing of strength and skill, and a rock hard cock to focus my will to win. Just as important, I loved every man I went up against, loved their muscular bodies and their absolute drive, the intensity they brought, their earnestness, their endless desire to test themselves against me. A wrestling match isn't a fight, it's a partnership. I threw myself into it the way I threw myself into sex with Jase, with Duncan, and with Carter. The poor guys never stood a chance.
Carter had clearly tapped into the mindset too. I was grinning ear to ear as I watched him take his opponents apart piece by piece; seeing him in complete control was so... fucking... hot. My cock was every bit as stiff as his the whole time he was on the mat and I didn't care who the fuck noticed. Show me a testosterone-charged college wrestler whose dick isn't hard 24/7 and I'll show you a guy who must be doing something terribly wrong. When my brother defeated his final challenger I grabbed that fucker and hugged him so damn tight I thought his spine would pop.
Ben and Greg came out on top of their weight classes; they'd been starters before and had the inside track. And Justin was unstoppable, he blew everybody away. Travis was another story. There was a lot of competition for the lower weight classes and he was feeling a bit insecure. Justin couldn't help him much since he always brought out Travis's submissive side. We'd sort of adopted Travis as our own little brother from the start so Carter and I took it upon ourselves to pump him up for his matches.
When he was suiting up in the locker room we dragged him into a stall and locked the door behind us. We peeled down his singlet and compression shorts and stroked his tight, lean body. It'd been a while since we'd been with him; it was always such a true pleasure to see that little stud naked. His smooth pale skin felt wonderful against my palm, his muscles so solid and sculpted. I kneeled in front of him and took his soft cock into my mouth whole and licked and sucked while Carter nibbled his ear and whispered to him what a hardcore stud wrestler he was.
With my nose buried in his pubes I felt him growing, his cock stiffening and extending toward the back of my throat. I gripped his balls tight and slid his meat in and out of my mouth with long slow strokes while Carter kissed his neck and kept up the pep talk. "You're an animal - you're gonna destroy those guys - you're a goddamn monster - you're gonna rip those fuckers apart!"
I tasted his precum leaking thick and salty and knew it was time to back off. We needed to leave him longing for action, ready to bust out of his skin. I slid his cock out of my mouth and held it clenched in my fist while my other hand squeezed his balls. Carter gave him the final send off - "Get out on that fucking mat and go after 'em! Go get 'em!" - and we turned him loose, charged up as a madman for better or worse.
Travis hit the mat with a vengeance, his big cock swollen and twitching, looking hugely disproportionate to his small lean frame. Before the first match even began a wet spot had bled through his singlet. He flew at his opponents like wildfire, attacked them with inhuman fury. We stood at the sidelines with our own cocks stiff and aching, just from watching the show he put on. The small guys are always quick and agile but Travis was on a whole new level, spinning around his opponents and tying them up before they knew what hit them. He won all three of his matches easily and looked like he still had the energy left over for more. He rushed to us on the sidelines and mauled us ecstatically, then leapt into his Justin's beefy arms.
It still hadn't quite sunk in until we'd made our way home to our dorm room. I pushed the door shut and turned to Carter. He stood there motionless, staring back at me.
"Starters," he said.
"Starters." I grinned. "We're starters."
We'd never been hotter for each other than we suddenly were right at that moment. We clashed together in the middle of the room and began making out desperately, groping each other, pulling our clothes off. It felt like we'd been transformed, like everything was different now and we were seeing each other for the first time. His body was so familiar to me but felt fresh, like he was crackling with a whole new energy. Even my own body felt different. More alive. Better.
We steered each other to the bottom bunk and dove in, arms and legs tangling and grappling. His naked muscle against mine felt wonderful, made me instantly breathless. I kissed him with all my heart and held him to my chest, felt his smooth ripped pecs mashed against mine, our hard nipples poking and teasing each other. Our abs ground together and I swear I could feel every chiseled cut between us, gnashing and meshing.
Carter was just as excited and breathless as I was. His teeth sank into my delt as his hands gripped and clutched at my triceps, my lats, my ass cheeks. I stroked his head and licked his ear, ran my hand down his spine all the way to his crack. His legs spread instinctively, then hooked around mine and we flexed and strained against each other, testing our strength, feeling each other's raw power and need and desire.
He buried his face in my armpit and I reeled with the sudden sensation of his tongue; my back arched, my legs fell slack, eyes eased shut and jaw dropped open, head tilted back like I was bridging to avoid a pin. He moved down to my nipples, sucked one and then the other and licked along my breastbone and I eagerly yelped and moaned and massaged his shoulders and neck. Then my abs, one at a time, nibbling and sucking and licking all the way down past my navel to the base of my dripping cock. He gripped my quads and squeezed as he fondled my shaft with his lips, worked his way slowly to the head and licked and teased and finally took it into his mouth.
He sucked and licked me until my cock was good and wet, then stroked it with his hand as he moved down to my balls. I grunted and squirmed as he took them both together into his mouth. He moved farther down and my knees raised up to my chest by reflex, begging for more. His tongue hit my hole like an electric jolt; he rimmed me so fucking sweetly I could barely stand it, his warm wet slippery tongue driving me wild inside and out, and I wriggled and whimpered and pleaded for his cock. Pawing desperately, I fumbled for the jar of Vaseline, winged it at him and bounced it off his head.
"God damn it! I need your meat inside me! Fuck my ass NOW!!!"
Slowly and methodically he greased my hole. I loved the feeling of his thick strong fingers sliding in, spreading me, digging deep. More begging and pleading - it made things more arousing for both of us - and he grabbed my ankles and pushed them up and out, lined his hips up with mine, pressed his fat cock head to my hole and pushed.
Our eyes locked as he entered me, his thick veiny shaft as stiff as wood stretching my tight hole. I loved the way he filled me, muscled his way deep into me and linked us together. I grinned as he began pumping in and out, laying pipe eight inches at a time, slow and steady so I could feel every subtlety of motion. I stroked my cock as he fucked me to make my sphincter tighten and twitch; his eyes lit up and he hummed long and low. "More," I said, and he railed me harder and faster, building in strength until he was bucking into me wildly, slamming and pounding and panting, both of us dripping sweat and grunting like hogs.
I could feel the urgency rising, my ball sack tightening. I loosened the grip on my cock, tried to delay it but Carter saw me and grinned. He leaned in and kissed me, we made out passionately as he fucked me, and that was that. The cum surged up from my balls and erupted, gushed out like a geyser, sprayed us both with one spurt after another. I cried out loudly, a guttural moan broken up by the rhythm of Carter's banging and my own orgasmic spasms. I could barely breathe, barely even think - all I knew was that shooting my load with his meat inside me was the very best feeling in the world. And even better when Carter tensed up and slammed into me, and blasted his hot load deep into my guts.
We held each other quivering and shaking as our bodies jerked and quaked and spilled out the last of our seed. I wrapped him up in my arms like I never wanted to let him go. We pressed our muscled bodies together completely content to share our heat and sweat and cum, still on an incredible high from making the starting slots on the team but mostly just genuinely happy to be together.
"I feel so fucking good," he said, "I'm ready to go again."
"That's my boy. Now, spread those legs wide and let me show you how it's done."
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