Wrestling for Relief Part Six

Two weekends later Dave and Liz dated again. Danny and Carla were attending an on-campus event, so Dave had the use of his buddy's SUV. Following a movie they parked at the secluded edge of a nearby golf course. The second the ignition was switched off they went straight into a bone-breaker clinch, two beautiful undergrads making out in the dark. A sweaty ten minutes later they were in the rear of the SUV, down to the bare essentials, and Dave was all over Liz's lovely tits. Mesmerized by his muscles, Liz stroked his back, his legs, and kneaded the deep dimples in his ass.

"Oh, your tongue feels so good there. Your teeth....easy. Oh baby don't stop." As the urgency for release began to build she fondled Dave's balls and began stroking his cock. She crawled on top, drew his hand away from her clit and spun around. As she bent down to lick his sac, Dave began tonguing her pussy as roughly as he had her boobs. Liz rubbed his dick to full mast and then enveloped it with her mouth.

"God, I can't take any more of that," he rasped. He drew them both down onto the carpeting in the rear of the van and mounted her. Liz begged him to go slow, but it was getting late for that. She locked her legs around his hips and met his downward thrusts with her own. She grabbed his hair and pulled their faces together.

"Go. O God, take me." A low groan, and he emptied himself into her. They rested awhile. They also managed an encore before heading for the Theta house and an hour of sweet goodbyes.

Unfortunately, Liz had just begun dating a grad student in the School of Business, the son and future partner of an investment banker from St. Louis.

Great sex and Dave's sculpted physique turned out to be inadequate competition for life at the country club in Ladue. It was their last date.

Meanwhile Dave's private wrestling world was due for expansion. His sessions with Danny had become a high point in his college education, and after every workout he would fantasize about new frontiers.

Since the incident of the basement tag match, he had also made a friend of Ty. At the end of football turnouts Ty would plop down at Dave's locker to talk about whatever, and afterward in the showers they would joke and horse around.

During the week Danny was away at a workshop for fraternity presidents, Dave found study hours particularly irksome. Setting homework aside one night, he had his feet planted on the sofa to do elevated push-ups when Ty popped in to invite him out for a beer.

"Thanks, but I really don't do the tav on weeknights. I'll take a raincheck for Friday if that's OK with you."

"No problem. Care if I join your calisthenics workout?"

"Be my guest."

Ty kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his gym shorts. They began doing unison push-ups, then squats and bends. Next they anchored one another's feet for sit-ups. As he squatted on Ty's feet, Dave stared at his new partner's remarkable abs as he had done that night in the basement. This guy was rugged. He was also handsome as hell, full lips and thick black eyelashes. They looked at one another and they both smiled. Ty winked, and Dave reacted with something comparable to a hot flash.

"You have terrific definition, man. And no fat. I can't believe you drink much beer."

"Naw, Mike's the real sudser. I just pass a couple through my kidneys. Your gut's just as ripped as mine, man. Hold still." He aimed a punch at Dave's midsection. Dave blocked it, leaned forward and pinched one of his pal's nips. Dave was feeling randy as hell, and he hoped Ty was as itchy for a fight as he was.

"Oww!" Ty clutched his nipple and grimaced in mock pain. "Are you molesting me because I'm black, you scummy white dude?"

"You asshole!" he chuckled, and the fight was on.

Immediately they were rolling around the rug with arms flailing, cursing, jabs above and below the belt line, trying for any submission they could find. Ty broke one of Dave's tight bear hugs by forcing both hands beneath his chin and shoving his head back. But as he tried to rise Dave tackled him so hard that they ended up sprawled halfway into the (open) closet. In that cramped space they tried to capture each other's head while their legs flailed and kicked. They were laughing and growling at the same time. One kick connected sharply with Ty's balls and he let out a low grunt. When he was sufficiently recovered he got hold of one of Dave's ears and yanked on it.

"Oww. Let go, you cocksucker!" Dave tried vainly to get a fistful of Ty's kinky hair. They were locked up, jammed against the closet wall, half buried in clothes which had been pulled to the floor during the melee. Ty snatched a pair of briefs from Dave's laundry pile and tried to stuff them in his opponent's mouth. Dave responded by diving on top and trapping Ty's hands above his head.. Sticking out of Ty's fly was a cock just as stiff and bloated as his own. Dave brought up his knee and began to poke it. Ty forgot the briefs and grabbed for Dave's erection. They thrashed around on the closet floor, panting and groaning while the spots on their shorts grew larger and darker.

Their heads were pressed together side by side. Ty thrust his free hand down the back of Dave's briefs and inserted a finger past the sphincter. Dave groaned and checkmated his opponent by capturing his dick. Ty turned his head and shoved his tongue into Dave's ear. Another groan, one of surprised pleasure, and Dave's mouth found Ty's thick lips. Dave had never actually kissed another guy, and he was shocked at how good it felt. Lips now dueled and nibbled and sucked. Christ, thought Dave, this is too fucking gay. But he couldn't stop. Tongues joined the battle.

Ty humped, Dave humped back, and glans rubbed together. Interlocking mouths muffled the little gasps. Soon both men were grinding with savage intensity. The humping ceased only after Ty's probing finger reached the prostate and triggered his partner's emission.

They lie in the tangle of clothes for long minutes. Then Ty asked, in almost a whisper,

"Can I fuck you?"

Dave thought about it. "I don't think so. I'm not into anything like that. Sorry."

Ty maneuvered Dave off him until they were lying facing one another. "I'd really like to." He reached between Dave's legs and gently massaged the ridge between his balls and asshole. "Does that feel good?"

"It's not gonna happen, Ty."

Dave embraced him and shoved his tongue back into Ty's willing mouth. Spitting on the palm of his hand, he grasped Ty's immense cock and began stroking and squeezing it. Ty surrendered to the pleasure and spread his legs wide open, curling his toes. "Uh uh uh!" Dave scissored the nearest leg, worked a finger into his buddy's hole, and kept jacking until Ty arched up, cried out, and then collapsed.

Sometime later they crawled out of the closet. Ty got dressed, engaged in one last jaw-breaker and got ready to leave.

"Junior Varsity is playing Middleton College Saturday night. Why don't you come watch us?"

"Sure. There's no varsity game this weekend and I got nothing better to do. Middleton is half way across the state. Are you guys staying over?"

"Are you kidding? J.V. gets none of those perks like you big boys. We turn right around after it's over and board the goddamn bus. You and me can share a seat." He reached around and patted Dave on the "seat."

"That's cool. I expect you to do something spectacular during the game, of course."

"Grandpa, I'm fast like you used to be fast. Count on me."

"Get out of my room, dickhead."

The cross-state trip was entirely pleasant. It was a big bus with plenty of room, the guys on the squad were in a good mood, and leaves were still falling from the trees. Mostly they were passing through rolling hills and a few farm towns. Even Mike had forgotten about his defeat at the hands of Dave and was busy as usual being the chief joker on board.

The stands were filled, of course, with students from the host college, cheering on a team which they knew was no match for the university's junior varsity. They were right, but bore no grudge when it was over, and they sang their fight song as proudly as if they had won.

Ty played mostly defensive back, but he got one interception which gained them over fifteen yards and himself a round of back-slapping from his teammates.

By the time the team and a couple of assistant coaches had piled back on the bus it was dark and starting to rain. The mood was not exactly jubilant, inasmuch as their victory had been expected, but they knew they had worked well together and everyone was happy. As the big bus lurched out of town and onto the highway a dozen animated conversations drowned out the roar of the engine. A couple of hours later the overhead lights had been switched off, many had drifted off to sleep, and only occasional laughter or the sound of roughhousing in the last row interrupted the steady drone of the bus.

Dave and Ty sat toward the rear. The seats opposite were not occupied, and their quiet conversation went uninterrupted. School things. Politics. Sports. Women. It was quite dark, but, as they got deeper into the final topic, Dave, who was in the window seat, could make out Ty's hand idly wandering up and down the fly of his faded Levis. Slowly he moved his right leg until it made contact with Ty's. When he added a little pressure Ty began pressing back. Ty then smirked and, after checking the nearby seats, placed his hand lightly on the inside of Dave's thigh.

"Careful," whispered Dave, "I'm ticklish there." So of course he got tickled.

"Damn, it's getting hot in here," said Ty. He slowly pulled off his heavy team jacket and spread it out on his lap. As they continued the discussion of coeds they had known or had tried to know, Ty's hand wandered up beneath the jacket and rested on Dave's prominent bulge.

"Shall we have a little contest to see who's bigger?" he asked in the playful voice of a horny teenager.

"Ty, for Christ's sake, we're on a bus surrounded by twenty other guys.

Ty leaned closer. "You think nobody on this here old bus is fooling around right now? You got wax in your ears, bro."

Dave became silent and concentrated on the sounds coming from up and down the dark aisle. There was some snoring, some mumbling. But also an occasional male giggle, and maybe that almost imperceptible sound of labored breathing wasn't being produced by a sleeping jock. From the rear seat there was definitely some kind of subdued commotion going on. His imagination formed tantalizing images of a Roman orgy. Not since high school had he entertained such notions. Was it his imagination, or were some of the guys having fun?

Ty had silently opened the fly of his jeans and beneath the jacket he was slowly massaging his rod. Dave reached over and raised the jacket for a peek.

"A work of art, isn't it? Want to find out what it tastes like?"

"No."

Dave did adjust Ty's jacket so that it covered both of their laps, and undid his own fly. His briefs were sticky with precum. He wiped some off and rubbed it around his cock head. They stared at each other's bulge and continued to beat off. With his free hand Dave reached underneath Ty's shirt and squeezed one nipple, then the other, then down to rim his belly button. Finally he reached into the open gap and fondled his buddy's tight black scrotum.

"More." Sweat was forming on Ty's forehead, He picked up the pace, then slowed down to prevent a premature end to the enjoyment. Dave reached up again under his shirt and tickled his armpit. Ty suppressed a groan.

The bus engine hummed on. Somewhere someone stirred and shifted in his seat and maybe murmured something. Dave tried to peer over the high-backed seats.

Suddenly Ty was bent over and Dave's dick was in his mouth. At first Dave was terrified and looked around to be sure they were unseen. Ty sucked on it and worked his tongue up and down the ridge. Dave reached down and played with Ty's ear lobe, then pressed down on his head, forcing it further down past the head. He gasped and tensed as his cannon exploded against the back wall of Ty's mouth. He kept his breathing as quiet as he could.

Ty looked up, licked off his lips and smiled. Then he brought himself off. Dave scooped a little of it off Ty's belly with his finger and stuck it in his own mouth. His first taste of cum. Not bad. But weird. But not bad.

Dave didn't relax until they were all wiped up and buttoned up. He felt exhilarated and very, very tired. He scrunched his back between the seat and the bus window, and his eyes closed. Once or twice he stirred. Ty was sound asleep, his head resting on Dave's lap. They stayed that way until the bus pulled into the stadium garage in the wee morning hours. Homework had gone undone, but it had been a satisfying day.