"You give?"
"Fuck you."
Gary forced his little brother's arm higher up his back and squeezed the scissors tighter around Chip's waist. By now they had rolled and scuffled clear across the bedroom and were halfway into the closet. Gary grabbed a gym sock from the pile of dirty clothes in the corner and with his free hand jammed it against Chip's nose. "Give."
"Eww. Take it away." Chip thrashed wildly, but couldn't free his arm. "I give, asshole."
Gary released the hammer lock and grinned as he glanced down at the tent which had developed in his brother's briefs. Mutual boners were the inevitable consequence of these nocturnal bouts, and when it first began to happen they had both been too embarrassed to mention it. Then during one particularly long tussle they began using their hardons as battering rams, and once a little precum began to flow of its own accord they discovered that there were some really satisfying ways to finish off a wrestling match. Tonight Gary gave Chip's dick a couple of slaps and then yanked his boxers down past his knees. Chip countered by rolling on top of his brother, climbing up Gary's wiry frame and trying to jam his cock in his face. "Eat me, Sissy. Come on, choke it down!" Gary just laughed and squeezed it hard enough to make him wince. "Easy, easy. I need that to make babies, man." He reached down and stroked his brother's equally distended rod, and they began a fresh competition, this time to see who could bring the other off first.
"Hold on," said Gary. "Let's kill the light and get more comfortable."
They disentangled, ditched their underwear in the closet, and once the room was dark they slid quietly beneath the big quilt on Gary's bed. It was good timing, because a few moments later Linda knocked at their door.
"You dumb jockos are making the ceiling shade in the den. Time you went to sleep. It's after ten."
"We're thru, Mom. Time you went to bed too."
"Love you kids. Goodnight."
A pause until they heard their mother's bedroom door close. Then Chip threw a sweaty leg over Gary's and they closed in a rib-crushing side by side bear hug. They had also discovered the pleasures of frenching, and as they began to jack each other off their lips and tongues joined the party. As their passion became frantic Chip climbed on top and initiated slow humping which then became increasingly urgent, their fully lubed dicks pounding against one another and against flexing abs. Gary's hips thrust up to meet every thrust. Chip started to grunt and his brother forced their mouths together to stifle the sound. Their arms entwined and fingers dug into backs, then they groaned quietly as one and then the other released spurts of cum. Nothing more was said as they cuddled together and drifted off to sleep. Sometime in the night Chip rose sleepily and made it to his own bed after nuzzling a quietly snoring big brother.
Gary and Chip were both members of the high school's wrestling squad, and had been turning out daily since football season ended. Like most football players, they went directly from the end of one season into the other. Even the coaching staffs were the same. This was Gary's third year and Chip's second. Because he had been practicing regularly with his brother since they were little kids, Chip was the only sophomore to make varsity. Both were sinewy and defined, but Gary still enjoyed a weight advantage. He was therefore in the weight class above Chip, and the tight bond between them was never threatened by their being placed in direct competition. On the contrary they were each other's most ardent cheering section, and any would-be tough guy who jumped either one would find himself the adversary of two. There was one fan who was even more devoted to their wrestling careers, and that was Linda. She never missed a match, and this season she was the new "Mom's Club" chairman, responsible for organizing the fund-raisers which would pay for out-of-town tournament trips and the banquet at season's end when awards would be presented to each and every Fighting Spartan. Their dad had been an athlete himself, but he had been defeated early on in their lives by the bottle. Linda had divorced him when their youngest was only six, and Roy had moved to Alaska to work in the oil fields. He also remarried. The boys were lucky if they heard from him at Christmas, plus maybe a few bucks in an envelope on their birthdays. That was okay, because they had each other, and they had Linda.
Linda had raised them alone, and she was as strong a supporter of their sports events as any father. She had played basketball and swam during her own school days, and kept herself as trim as any woman who had given birth to two full-term babies. Three times a week she went directly from the office she managed to a women's fitness center, and at home she was a nut about nutrition. Ravenous eaters as they were, neither boy had any fat on his frame. When they asked for weights, she bought them weights. When they wanted their own mats for the basement she bought them mats. And when they were in a game or a match she was there in the stands shouting her lungs out.
Wrestling season had begun with two dual meets, both against local high schools.
Gary took both his matches on points, and although Chip lost his first one he pinned his opponent in the second. At both meets the Spartans came out on top, and were pumped for their first out-of-towner, an invitational hosted by a team which had placed second in the state the year before. Eight high schools would be represented, and with all fourteen weight classes covered plus a backup wrestler for all but two, the big Spartan squad felt confident about its prospects.
Friday after their final workout session Gary invited his buddy Jackie to spend the night at his house. Jackie, one of the few black guys on the team, lived in the Projects a long way from where they would board the team bus on Saturday morning. When Chip learned that his brother got to have company overnight he quickly asked Linda for the same privilege. Jackie's half-brother Jesse was more than ready to accept the invitation, and after dinner Linda drove over to pick them up. Their mother was Linda's assistant in the "Mom's Club," and they were good friends. While the boys were throwing their stuff together, Linda asked Janet whether she wanted to attend the tournament.
"I'd love to go root for my two rowdies, but you know I got no wheels and the fans' charter bus filled a week ago."
"I know. That's why I'm taking my SUV. Why don't you come along with me?"
"That's a long way. Where are young going to spend the night?"
"I've got a room at the motel where everybody else is staying. I'll pick you up at nine. It's decided."
Janet phoned a fellow LPN at the hospital where she worked, and arranged a shift trade. "I'm covered." She gave Linda a big smile and took her hand. "You're the best friend I got." The boys thundered downstairs, kissed their mother good night, and they were off. Jesse wrestled at only 117 on the j.v., but every ounce was committed to a life of perpetual motion. He was a singer and actor too, and he kept Linda and Jackie entertained all the way home.
The boys fought for possession of Gary's computer mouse for over an hour, searching out the Hi5 pages of their more adventurous female classmates, including a few with bodies well equipped for posing in the nude. "Look at the tits on Tammy Lightfoot!" marveled Chip. "Gary's gone out with her. You ever touch those, Bro?" Gary chuckled and winked at Jackie, for they had both fooled around with Tammy at a party less than a month ago. She'd gotten them so worked up before walking out with another guy that they had parked afterward in an alley and jacked each other off. They would have enjoyed going further, but another car entered the alley and they decided to call it a night.
Coach had said that every wrestler had to be in bed early, so the four headed down to the basement with sleeping bags, pillows and quilts, rather than oblige the two visitors to sleep on the floor of the boys' bedroom. . It was January, but the furnace was in a room adjacent to this one and a grillwork supplied plenty of heat. There was a weight set and wrestling mats covered the floor wall to wall. Sweats were pulled off and sox removed. Jesse wasn't ready for sleep, and began showing off his gymnastic prowess with handstands and chin-ups on a bar suspended in a doorway. Chip, not to be outdone, climbed onto his brother's broad back and said, "Horse and rider!" Jesse mounted Jackie, and the joust was on. With one arm securely around Gary's neck, Chip grabbed at Jesse's neck with the other one as the pairs circled and clashed on the mats. When neither rider was able to unseat his opponent, Jackie tripped Gary and they started to tumble. Chip had a firm grip on Jesse's arm, however, and all four went down. Jesse lunged for the fallen Chip, and immediately they tied up and rolled across the mats. Gary smiled, then lunged at Jackie. For a full ten minutes nothing but grunts, chuckles and an occasional cuss were heard.
"Ow, leggo my hair!" muttered Chip. "You fight like a goddam woman!"
Jesse just tugged harder, until Chip grabbed for his crotch and started to squeeze. Jesse yelped, then countered with the same hold until both boys released their grips and started to laugh and moan while they massaged throbbing balls. Jackie had managed to entangle Gary in a quilt and had deprived him of his briefs, but once Gary freed himself he jumped on top of his tormenter and securely scissored Jackie's head between hard flexing thighs. He then captured an arm and managed an effective -- and illegal -- bar, which made him the victor.
They all lay on their backs panting hard. "We better save some for tomorrow's matches," said Gary. "I ain't tired," Jesse responded. "Well, it's sleepy time just the same," said his brother. "You ain't rassling tomorrow, but we are."
"The hell I ain't. You know there's j.v. matches in the girls' gym at the same time as the varsity." "J.v. matches don't count, Twirp." "The fuck they don't."
Chip rolled out a sleeping bag in one corner of the mat and started to crawl into it.
Jesse stood over him with a quilt and suggested they open the sleeping bag to serve as their mattress and share the quilt together.
"Watch out for Baby Jesse," said Jackie, "He's a perv." "Who's a perv, you perv?" retorted his brother. Chip quickly zipped open the bag and spread it out. Jesse grabbed pillows for each of them, and threw down the quilt.
Gary turned to Jackie."You want to share covers too, or you prefer to sleep alone?" "Hell," replied Jackie, "I ain't had my own bed since Mom brought that ugly little black boy home to live with us. I wouldn't know what to do with one all to myself."
The sleeping arrangements settled, each pair trooped upstairs to use the bathroom, extinguished the lights except for one at the head of the stairs, and snuggled beneath the quilts.
Jackie rolled to face Gary and whispered, "You never put your briefs back on, man. You always sleep in the raw?" "Yeah, unless it's real cold I do. How about you?"
Jackie quietly removed his boxers and tossed them aside. "Feels nice. Hope I don't get cold." "Don't worry about that," said Gary, and slid his arm across Jackie's chest.
"Mmm, that's nice too." Slowly and quietly they drew together, and when his mouth came in contact with Jackie's ear Gary poked it gently with his tongue. "Easy. I'm real sensitive there." Jackie rolled onto his side and they began exploring with lips, arms, legs and feet. Jackie threw his top leg over Gary's, and began a circular rubbing motion against his thigh. Gary massaged the leg with his hand, then spit on his palm and moved it down to grasp a very large and very hard dick. Jackie moaned and returned the favor, then reached beneath Gary's balls and rubbed the ridge between the scrotum and the ass. "Easy. Don't make me shoot yet." They locked and explored some more.
Chip and Jesse were engaged in their own whispered conversation. "So you and your brother always sleep in the same bed?" asked Chip. "Every night. How `bout you?"
"Naw, we both got our own." "You're lucky. Jackie he's a bed hog. I have to fight him off my side every night, if you know what I mean." "Fight him off, huh? How hard do you fight him off?" Jesse chucked, "He's pretty fuckin' big.....and usually horny too."
"He get you horny?" "Sometimes." "You horny now?" Chip asked, then poked Jesse in the belly and started to tickle his ribs. Jesse giggled and squirmed. "Shhh," said Chip, you'll wake the other guys." Jesse giggled some more. "Does it sound to you like they's asleep? Don't sound that way to me." Now they attacked each other's ribs and arm pits, and Chip forced his way on top. Jesse managed to buck him off, but, as he turned to escape, Chip grabbed him from behind in a full nelson. He had never fucked another boy, but now his cock was planted firmly against Jesse's full, round butt and it suddenly wanted to burrow its way between the cheeks. He kissed the back of Jesse's neck, and Jesse turned his head so that their lips could meet. He also reached back and pulled Chip's hips against his. "Fuck me," he whispered. Chip humped fervently. "Will you let me?" Jesse peeled off his shorts and managed to deprive Chip of his by using both hands and feet. Frantically Chip thrust against Jesse's ring without much preparation. Fortunately, Jesse was used to a bigger cock and with a minimum of resistance admitted him all the way. Only a few thrusts and the climax was imminent. Jesse pushed him out and stroked him to a full and rich emission. Chip shivered as he came, recovered, then embraced his partner while bringing him off with a cum-lubricated fist.
Meanwhile the older wrestlers had done the same for one another, and, after cleaning off, had lain in a loose embrace watching the shadowy performance of their siblings. Soon the only sound in the basement was deep, contented breathing and the occasional rustle of encircling limbs beneath warm covers.
End of Part One