The third weekend of August, the last one before everybody headed back to campus, we were on our way to Wisconsin for the annual bash at Justin's lake house.
It had been an incredible summer, the best ever. Our month in Greece had left Carter and me fully recharged, more eager for the wrestling season than ever before. We'd rented a place off campus as soon as we got back and spent the next two months working out, training, and doing all the stuff you'd imagine a pair of muscled-up, horned up college jocks would do.
Trav had texted and asked us to show up early again, to help them get ready for the crowd. We hit the road first thing in the morning and got there just past noon. They heard us roll up the driveway, gravel crunching and popping beneath our tires, and came out on the porch to greet us. Stood there stark naked with big dangling cocks, watching as we unloaded our bags and a cooler full of groceries from the car.
We hauled our shit over, each of us gripping one handle of the cooler with the rest of our shit piled on top, but the big guy stopped us when we stepped up onto the porch.
"Sorry, ya can't come in. Not dressed like that."
"Not dressed at all," Trav giggled.
"Seriously? We can't even bring the stuff in?"
"Not this time," Justin growled. "We got a surprise for ya inside."
My brother and I traded looks and rolled our eyes, set our gear down and shed our clothes. Piled them on top with the rest of the shit and picked up the load again. "Okay?" I sneered.
"Sure," Trav said, and swung the door open.
We stepped inside and instantly dropped everything, nearly crushing our toes. Standing there in the middle of the room were Dave and Noah.
"You guys came back for it!" Carter blurted out, excited as hell.
"Fuck yeah," Dave smirked. "We weren't about to miss out on this."
They looked goddamn amazing, twice as brown as when we'd left them, and so ridiculously calm and relaxed. My brother and I bounded over and snagged them, and we traded big hugs all around. Now I was glad Justin made us strip. It was fucking great to feel their raw flesh against mine again. Our cocks were already stirring; I pulled Noah in and planted a kiss on him, and we began to make out.
"Hold on, boys," the big guy growled. "Not so fast."
Carter waved him off. "You don't understand. We were together for a month on an island, and..."
"Yeah yeah, I heard all about it. These two came in last night, straight from O'Hare. But we got rules to follow."
"Rules?" I was stunned. "In this house?"
Trav stepped up with a grin. "Here's the way it's gonna work... you can play around all you want, but the first cock you take this weekend has to be your mentor's. That means you can't fuck anybody unless his mentor's fucked him first."
"Do blow jobs count?" Carter asked.
Justin snorted. "Don't fuckin' push it. The law is the law."
"What if somebody's mentor doesn't show?" I argued.
"He will," Trav promised. "They all will."
It was yet another instance of Travis and Justin pulling goofy shit to entertain themselves. But it always led to some fun, so we agreed to it and went along for the ride. As more guys began to arrive... and more, and more... we explained the ground rules to them, touching off round after round of grumbles and groans. Gotta confess, it was fun as hell just seeing everybody's reaction. But Ben and Greg, our hosts' old mentors, were not at all impressed.
"Do you always have to be difficult?" Ben scowled at his boy.
"Fuck yeah I do," Justin shot back. "Shut up, get yer goddamn clothes off, grab a beer and go jump in the lake."
That part of the plan nobody had a problem with. By now, it was taken for granted, and was a major draw of the weekend... as soon as each guy checked in, he'd strip bare and haul ass down to the little dock to splash around in the water with all his brothers. It just felt so fucking good to be naked together in the open air, at a place we had all to ourselves.
If everybody showed... and seriously, who wouldn't? ...there'd be even more guys than last year. Twenty-five all told, including Trav and Justin's boys... Holt and Sawyer, the two new guys from Indiana... and Andy Currock, of course.
The sleeping arrangements would be same as last year. One bedroom for Justin and Trav, likely shared with their boys Tanner and Ric. One for Carter and me and Willis and Brady. One for Greg and Ben, and surely their mentors Evan and Matthew. And the last for Coach Wilson and Duncan. Everyone else would have to scramble for space on the living room furniture, the floor, the deck chairs outside, or wherever they could find a place to stretch out.
Once our two boys showed up, my brother and I ditched the reception desk duties and jogged with them down to the lake. We sprinted to the end of the dock and launched ourselves into the water, four bare ass cannonballs sending up a tidal wave through the crowd that swamped everybody. It was all in fun; nobody lost a beer or anything important. They'd already been wrestling around, grabbing cocks and ass underwater, dunking each other, and generally stirring up as much mayhem as they could manage without drowning anyone or rupturing a testicle. We were only joining in on the scene.
Eventually as guys began to run out of gas they'd hoist themselves up on the dock and sprawl in the sun. It was one of my favorite moments at Justin's lake house, seeing all those insanely toned bodies stretched out together asses up or flat on their backs, lined up one after the next after the next, muscles casually flexing, cocks twitching, chests and abs heaving as they caught their breath.
And as usual, with the initial rush of energy somewhat diminished, guys began lightly stroking each other, cuddling up, making out a little. I snuggled up close to Carter to watch; it was great seeing our brothers show each other a little affection. But after a while, a murmur began to swell up from the group. I don't know who was first to bring it up, but suddenly it was on everybody's mind: Duncan and Coach weren't here yet. And nobody could get laid, or even suck a dick, until they kicked it off.
It was still only four in the afternoon, pretty early in the day, all things considered. Earlier than anyone was likely to get into anything serious, judging by years past. But try telling a bunch of butt-naked jocks who think about nothing but wrestling and sex all day long that they aren't allowed to fuck anybody... that's a prescription for utter calamity.
And to make matters worse, the beers we'd brought down to the dock were almost gone. The murmurs were quickly escalating to an angry rumble.
"I'll run up and bring back some more," Andy said, and he hopped to his feet and strolled off toward the house. Every eye on the dock was watching that perfect little muscled ass as it bounced and flexed along every step of the way.
"Wait a minute, what about Andy?" Willis said. "He doesn't have a mentor... and he doesn't mentor anybody."
"Andy's the wild card in the deck," Trav announced. "He's fair game for anybody."
It took a second to sink in, and then Willis rose up and followed Andy up the path... and Brady behind him, and three more guys, and then the whole crowd. Andy got to the house about twenty paces ahead of us, and was off in the kitchen when we all came pouring in through the front door. He stepped into the room with a twelve-pack in each hand, looked up and pulled up short at the sight of a gang of hard-dicked muscleboys crowded around the doorway, statue-still and dead silent, gaping at him with wide eyes.
"What?" he said.
I don't think there was a single coherent word that came out of anybody, but wall-to-wall hard cocks and visceral grunts and the looks we all gave him pretty much telegraphed our intent. Andy picked up on it quick enough, realized every guy in the joint wanted a piece of him, and he could have his choice. Talk about a kid in a candy store.
He looked us all over smacking his lips in anticipation. His eyes finally lit on Holt, barely 19 years old, 165 pounds of beautiful lean muscle and a dead ringer for a young Noah. Aiden had picked him out of the crop of Indiana redshirts last fall. I guess Aiden had quite a crush on his mentor.
"And who are you?" Andy asked. Fresh meat always got his attention.
"I'm Holt. From Indiana."
Andy nodded. "Mm-hmm. You wanna fuck me?"
"Well, sure!"
"Good. Where's your brother?"
Sawyer stepped out eagerly from the crowd. Another gorgeous young stud and the spitting image of Dave at his age. That program most definitely had a fetishy vibe.
"Right here!" Sawyer chirped.
Currock grabbed each one by the forearm and led them over to the dining room table, where a conveniently placed bottle of coconut oil was waiting. He greased his hole, then squirted a glob onto Holt's already stiff cock. Turned to Sawyer, hoisted him up and sat him down on the edge of the table, gripped his meat and began stroking as Holt rubbed the oil up and down his own shaft.
Andy leaned in and licked Sawyer's cock, took it in his lips and then shoved it into his mouth. He stood there bent over the kid's crotch swallowing his meat, legs spread wide and ass raised. And Holt didn't mistake the invitation. He moved in and pressed his tip to Andy's hole; our boy grunted back appreciatively, and the kid slid his cock in all at once, as smooth and easy as could be. Holt's eyes nearly popped as Andy latched on and began working him with that world class ass. The kid was playing in the big leagues now.
We watched as Holt pumped Andy's hole in absolute ecstasy, Sawyer leaning back on his elbows enjoying the blow job of his young life. Every hard up stud in the room had his hand on a dick, his own or somebody else's, stroking and squeezing as they watched the show, eyes watering because nobody wanted to blink. Carter was standing just behind me, an arm wrapped tight across my chest, his meat comfortably resting between my cheeks. Every once in a while he'd give it a little thrust, and we'd glance around to see if the referees were looking. No penetration, guys, I swear; just a little perianal stimulation.
The crowd was slowly inching forward for a closer look; action like this demanded our complete and careful attention. Andy was showing off his skills for us in a big way. Sawyer's eyes were rolling back in his head as Andy worshipped his meat with lips, tongue and throat like no one ever had before. Holt was yelping in a near panic with each thrust, barely able to hold back his load with that expert hole gripping, squeezing, massaging his shaft on a mission to wring out every last drop of cum. It's not every day you see a guy take two smoking hot studs' cocks at once, and manage to dominate them both.
To Carter and me, it was pretty damn clear what was really going on. Andy was giving a demonstration, putting on a show so every stiff-dicked motherfucker in the room would want a taste of it for himself.
I swear there were full-grown stud wrestlers with saliva dribbling out the corners of their mouths as their eyes drank in every moment, every rippling muscle, every inch of cock gliding smoothly in and out of Andy's ass and mouth, and those two youngsters being manipulated and played and eaten alive by a world class cock handler. Guys were panting and grunting to the rhythm of flesh smacking flesh, and the sound of slurping and sucking.
The two boys couldn't have gone on much longer when suddenly a voice boomed in from the doorway.
"What the hell? You shitheads got nothing better to do than watch somebody else work out?"
Coach Wilson! We all tensed for a second; the hairs raised on the backs of our necks... and then giggles swept through the room as we each glanced back to see Duncan and Coach smirking and grinning and shedding their clothes. The boys on center stage felt the vibe shift, and Andy knew it was time for a big finish. He dove down hard on Sawyer's meat, and clenched Holt's shaft tight between his cheeks.
The kids lost it; they yelped and wailed and blew out their loads together, as helpless as newborn babies. Andy gulped down Sawyer's cream greedily as his ass milked every last drop out of Holt. The boys were completely spent, drained dry. They pulled out slowly, wobbling on their feet as they staggered off to rejoin their mentors. It had been a world-altering experience for them both.
But the rest of us hadn't even begun. Now that our founding fathers had joined us, we were itching to get the ball rolling in a big way. Rob and Matthew crowded up next to Coach, Pete and Evan descended on Duncan with offers to carry their bags and take care of their clothes, and not-very-subtle hints about servicing their dicks... which, to be sure, had been plumping up nicely since they first stepped through the door.
The competition was fierce; Coach and Duncan had each mentored two boys, who'd each need to take cock before their own boys would get their turns. Little rivalries were flaring up everywhere as guys postured and positioned themselves for the quickest route to the top of the list. The New York Stock Exchange never saw such a bidding war.
Poor Pete had the toughest duty of all. He'd mentored three wrestlers -- Jase on our campus, Noah and Dave at Indiana -- and would have to be fucked by Duncan first, then bang all three to put everyone in play. Nine guys were depending on him, and nobody was about to give him a break for slacking off or playing favorites.
But once the dads and their boys had disappeared upstairs, the rest of us could only wait. Not that we were sitting on our asses, of course. There was a lot we could do with each other that didn't involve taking cock. Some split off in intimate little pairs, kissing and cuddling, stroking and licking each other. Others just grabbed the nearest warm body and dry-humped him with no restraint. It didn't take long for loads to get spilled, but those who were two or three levels down figured they'd easily reload before it was time for them to perform. Before long, the lake house reeked with the thick, humid aroma of sweat and cum.
Pete was first to come strolling down the stairs, all dreamy-eyed. Duncan had given him a break and took it easy on him. Trav pointed him to a big poster board on the wall, where the names of all the mentors and boys were arranged like a wrestling bracket... but backwards, fanning out from top to bottom instead of narrowing down from bottom to top. Pete grabbed the Sharpie that was hanging on a string and made a big red check mark by the pairing of him and his mentor. The crowd erupted in chaos; his three boys clamored to take his cock first, while everyone else was in turmoil over what it might do to their chances.
"Jesus!" Pete yelled out. "Gimme a break, okay? I just got railed, I could use a little recovery time!"
We calmed down for his benefit, but the sexual energy in the room wasn't going anywhere. As each of Coach and Duncan's boys took his pounding and sauntered down from upstairs, Team Evan, Team Rob, and Team Matthew pounced. Whoever was next in line would snag his mentor and do his best to get his cock working again, or at least stiff enough to ride. It was no easy task; our founding fathers were pretty damn good at making their boys blow long and hard until their balls were drained. The guys a level or two further down were getting frantic; the sun was already low in the sky, and they were afraid they might never have a chance to fuck before the end of the night.
But Andy wouldn't let that happen. He was busy making the rounds, grabbing guys who seemed ready to bust and dragging them off to some secret spot for a quick and rampant session. They'd come back a few minutes later all smiles, and Andy would start over scouring the room for the next hard-up stud in desperate need.
I got lucky. Pete chose Jase as the first one to bang, which put me next in line; the two of them wandered outside to find an empty lounge chair. Dave and Noah sat and scowled at me, but there were no hard feelings. They knew as well as I did this was all Trav and Justin's mindfuckery, a practical joke on the whole crew intended to stir things up and turn a few balls blue. We'd laugh about it together, once we got laid.
Meanwhile the guys were getting hungry. The ones who knew their numbers wouldn't be up soon had already fired up the gas grill and were charring steaks and burgers and chicken breasts out on the deck. I figured once Jase was done getting reamed he'd be out of action for a while, and a slab of good red meat would only help him build up steam. So I picked out steaks for both of us, threw `em on the fire and grilled his just the way I knew he liked it. Threw a couple ears of corn on the grill too, and dished up some potato salad. By the time it was all ready and piled high on two plates, here came Jase strutting back in, his cock as stiff and tall as ever.
"Wait a minute..." I said. "How come you're still hard?"
The son of a bitch smirked. "They said I had to take cock, they never said I had to blow."
Sneaky bastard.
"So that means you can fuck me right now?"
"Well I could, but that steak sure looks good... and I sure am hungry."
Noah had been listening in the whole time. "Wait, how about Pete?" he begged. "Did he cum?"
Jase grinned. "He's ready for you, go get `im."
God damn it.
So, now my Indiana buddy would get banged before I did. And Rob had Kyle bent over the kitchen counter, which meant Carter might be taking cock before me too. I glanced over at the poster board on the wall; it was starting to fill up with red check marks. And here I was sitting on my ass watching that hard-dicked sadistic bastard cut up his meat and chew each mouthful and chomp on his corn on the cob. Like he was pretending to be goddamn civilized or something.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I wolfed down the rest of my dinner, set the plate aside, got down on my knees and shoved Jase's cock down my throat. He smiled and gave me one of those looks, mowed through the rest of his meal and cradled my head in his hand.
"Okay champ, let's go grab our dessert."
I slid his cock out of my mouth and he grabbed me by the triceps, stood up and raised me to my feet. He dragged me upstairs and into my bedroom, where Kyle and Carter were already sprawled on the mattress going at it. But there was more than enough room left over to work with. He bent me over the edge of the bed. I braced myself with both hands on the mattress and spread my legs as he snatched the jar of Vaseline from the nightstand, dipped in two fingers and shoved them up my chute as he greased his cock with his free hand.
There's nothing like getting fucked by Jase, and it isn't just because he's my mentor. Not only that, anyway. He has this animal energy, like a wild bull who's ready to gore anything that crosses his path... and the fact that he's six feet of raw solid muscle and even bigger now than when he wrestled only adds to his badass reputation. He plowed his meat into me and began pumping, grunting and growling all the way like he was pissed off at me or something... and nothing on earth could have made my cock stiffer. Hell, more than once I'd made the guy mad at me just to get a good hard fuck.
Meanwhile inches away, there was Kyle on top of my brother, giving him a nice tender serving of horsemeat. I knew every sound Carter made like the back of my hand, and he was enjoying himself immensely. I felt so goddamn good to be plowed by Jase, my number one crush from the day I joined the program, while I watched and listened to my brother panting, moaning, taking the cock of his own esteemed mentor and favorite stud.
Jase drove into me over and over, long and deep. I focused on the feeling of that thick meat gliding into me, gliding out, railing me without pounding, working me like it's what I was made for. I loved the way his meat filled me, stretched my hole and my insides, strained me almost to the limit and then backed off just long enough to let me relax before ramming into me again. His arms wrapped around me and he leaned in with his pecs pressed to my shoulder blades, grunting and growling in my ear, hot breath huffing on me, the scruff of his chin prickling my traps. He squeezed my shaft and jacked me as his cock relentlessly drilled me, plunging in as deep as he could go again and again and again.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," I whimpered.
"Don't you fuckin' do it!" he ordered, and it only pushed me closer... but I hung on with all my strength, held off to be a good boy for my mentor. And I knew the effect it had on him; Jase loved making me cum, and loved making me wait for him even more. It gave him that sense of power over me, and he deserved it. He'd earned it in more ways than I could count.
And anyway, I knew I wouldn't have to wait long. He rammed in hard and held it in, and one more time, and once more. His whole body suddenly tensed; his arms clutched me tight, and he started jacking me furiously. Then he jolted, and began bucking and thrashing, and I knew he was shooting his load into me.
That was all I could take. I cut loose and let my own load gush out. My body erupted in spasms; great waves of pleasure washed over me as I spilled my seed all over the bed I'd be sleeping on tonight. My hole clamped down on Jase's shaft and he growled even louder and gave it to me harder. Sweat rolled off us both; a cloud of musk engulfed us. We panted and grunted together until we'd dribbled out our last.
Carter and Kyle were lying back cuddling together, watching us with shit-eating grins.
"Fuck man," Kyle snickered, "it's about time you two finished. You're liable to hold up the whole show."
The four of us made a quick stop to clean up and then strolled downstairs to join the crowd; I don't think anyone was still dripping but I wouldn't put it past us. Carter and I checked off our names on the score sheet. There weren't many left to go. Most of the guys had done their duty and were free to have fun wherever they could find it. The sun was almost down, and Brady and Willis were still waiting.
We found them out on the deck, kicking back looking surprisingly relaxed. We explained to them that we'd be ready as soon as we could, but needed a little recovery time... Jase and Kyle had left us pretty depleted.
"Oh, that's no problem," Brady told me. "We still haven't eaten yet, so take all the time you need. We'll get together later this evening."
Carter nodded. "Thanks, guys. That's pretty damn mature. I was afraid you'd be climbing the walls by now, dying to get laid."
"Well..." Brady started.
Willis smirked. "You know... Andy..."
Ah. Of course. He was helping out the brothers once again.
So we kicked back with a couple beers and socialized with our brothers while the boys had their dinner. Everyone was calmer now; the excitement of the day had toned down considerably. Busting out a good load or two will do that... we might be wrestlers, but we're still human. We stayed out on the deck until it was pitch dark, and then Willis and Brady appeared in the doorway, giving us those hungry looks but keeping their distance so they wouldn't intrude. I glanced at Carter and we nodded to each other, got up from our deck chairs and headed indoors.
The two boys were as excited as pups. They circled around us as we led them to the stairs, all smiles, hard dicks jutting out eagerly. I knew how they felt. It was a big deal to have our undivided attention, especially in a crowd like this. With a house full of hard lean muscle and stiff cocks, it was special as all hell to be your mentor's one and only boy.
Inside our room, with the door shut tight, it was the four of us and no one else. I wrapped my arms around Brady and held him close; damn, his smooth skin sure felt good against mine. I kissed him romantically and he shuddered a little in my arms, feeling a rush of sudden emotion. His brother and my brother were keeping pace with us on the far side of the bed.
We eased down onto the mattress together, all of us stretched out side by side. Carter rolled over on top of his boy and I rolled onto mine and we made out slow and easy, grinding our cocks together. Brady's body amazed me. He was only 17 when we first got together, as fresh and sweet as a cherry. In three years he'd grown into such an incredible stud; his muscles had developed and hardened, standing out proudly under a shrinkwrap of butter-smooth skin. But those clear blue eyes still gazed at me full of youth and innocence, and unconditional devotion. I was only two years older but I was very much a father figure to him, and he was the only son I'd ever need.
His legs spread gradually, inviting me in, and I wanted to be inside him so bad I could fucking cry. Carter passed me the Vaseline -- he and Willis were a step ahead of us -- and I greased my shaft and greased my boy's hole, and worked my way into position as we kissed and stroked each other and traded looks and smiles.
I slid into him so fucking smoothly. Brady had always taken my meat better than anyone, easier than Carter even, like he wanted it so bad his whole body would open up wide. I began to gently pump him and that feeling of gliding in and out of him, back and forth was the most relaxing thing in the world. There was no rush; we were both completely unhurried. I gave him my cock again and again, gazing into each other's eyes, feeling how we flowed together and every once in a while leaning into each other for a kiss. It was goddamn wonderful.
Beside us on the mattress, Carter and Willis had the same thing in mind -- taking it slow and easy, building up gradually to a climax instead of forcing it to happen. I glanced down and let my eyes graze over those muscled bodies, drinking in every motion. I gave a nod to Brady and he glanced over too, and then all of us were trading looks, performing for each other, showing off and drooling over each other.
My cock was as rigid as stone, and more sensitive than ever. It felt like I was truly connected to my boy, all of his thoughts and emotions and sensations channeling into my head and up my shaft. I looked into his eyes and I swear he knew what I was thinking, and it made me so fucking hot I wanted to blow. I could've hauled off and banged away until I shot the biggest load of my life but I kept on going smooth and steady, pushing us both along bit by bit. Brady dipped into the Vaseline and greased his cock, wrapped his legs and his arms around me and pulled me in tight, flexing his hips to rub his slick meat on my abs. Jesus, that kid was a stud.
Every minute I strained to keep myself from cutting loose and fucking him like a maniac. Somehow I held off. I needed to know how it felt to wait until my body couldn't stand it anymore, to let the pressure build until I exploded, not because I pounded an ass but because my balls were so goddamn full they overflowed.
Alongside me, Carter and Willis were panting and softly grunting. I knew it wouldn't be long for them. A muscled arm brushed against mine, lighting me up like a spark. I knew I'd been precumming; now I felt it flowing like a river. I reached over and found my brothers hand, our fingers interlacing as we fucked our boys slow and steady. Willis suddenly let out a sharp yelp and rocked the bed, and Carter drove into him hard. That was it. My juice came flooding out in a torrent.
My muscles seized up as I spurted a load of hot cream into Brady. My abs clenched so tight I thought they'd cramp. It hurt like hell, but in the kind of way I enjoyed more than anything else ... and then it got even better as I felt Brady's own hot load come shooting out, splashing between us.
We growled and purred at each other as we spilled out our seed together. I planted my lips on his and we kissed rabidly, our bodies twitching and jerking. My cum poured into him, spurting and surging, coating his insides. His squirted out from between our abs, ran dripping over his rib cage and onto the sheets, his muscles twitching and flexing. I strained to squeeze out more, to give him everything I had. Our bodies finally stopped quaking and our muscles fell slack, and we collapsed together, our tongues still casually teasing each other.
Needless to say, I was shattered. I couldn't move an inch for the life of me. We were down for the night.
In the morning, we were downstairs mowing through breakfast along with the whole crew when Trav and Justin appeared with a brand new poster board in hand.
"Rules for today!" the big guy called out. A round of groans and obscenities erupted from all over the room, but when Travis pinned the board to the wall, everyone quieted down.
LOVE EACH OTHER! ENJOY YOURSELVES! was all it said.
Yeah okay, pretty sappy when you see it spelled out in block letters like that. But the guys in our crowd have some major fucking deeply romantic feelings for each other, and it struck the exact right chord. Guys chuckled a little, and chattered eagerly. Eyes started flitting around the room landing on old friends and new crushes, lighting up smiles and making silent negotiations. The day was wide open. Possibilities were endless, and dangling out all over the place.
Carter and I wasted no time. We snagged Dave and Noah for the reunion we'd been itching for since the minute we arrived. Willis and Brady latched onto Sawyer and Holt, and Ric and Tanner got together with Aiden and Troy. It was great to see we were keeping the bonds alive between Indiana's branch of the family and ours. Most of those guys were pairing up with someone they'd end up facing off with on the mat. They got to know each other inside and out, seven ways to Sunday. It'd set the stage for some damn good matches during the season.
For everyone else, it was musical chairs, as far as I could tell. There wasn't a guy in the room I wouldn't want to fuck or be fucked by, given the chance. We were all hot for each other, and we all respected the fuck out of each other. That's what the family was all about, and it worked spectacularly. They mixed up, matched up, and traded up all day long. They honored the words on the poster board without question, and had a buttload of good hard fun from morning to night.
Even Andy, yesterday's wild card, never found himself the odd man out. Odd numbers aren't a problem with our crowd; he didn't need to look far for a pair who wanted to double-team him.
I couldn't wipe the grin off my face the next morning, watching them all pack up and stumble to their cars for the drive home, the alumni to go back to their jobs and their domesticated lives, and the college boys to get back in training. Everyone was looking dragged out, run down, depleted. Guys like us don't get that way often, and it was good to know for once we did it for each other, for brotherhood and fun. It was the kind of thing you don't see often... till next year, when we all meet up again right here.
And that's it for summer break. As usual, it ended with a damn good romp, thanks to Travis and Justin. New connections were made, old bonds got strengthened, and a good time was had by all. But in just a few days the guys will be back on campus, and Ryan, Carter, Justin and Trav will be in training for their final NCAA season. You can expect the usual assortment of brotherly love, random sex, the occasional meltdown... and of course, a few surprises along the way. So stay tuned!
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