Breakfast for all the teams was hosted in the high school cafeteria. As the four brothers were chowing down, a kid came up behind Chip and bumped into his back, nearly shoving him off the end of the bench. Chip looked up, as did the others, to see the frowning face of the guy he'd finished off so quickly in his first match the day before.
"Excuse me," was what he said, but there was deep malevolence in the tone. "Watch yourself, buddy," said Chip. Behind the intruder were two other guys, all three dressed in the identical red and gold warmups of the host school. "My teammates here saw you knee me in the nuts just before you got that so-called pin yesterday. If the ref hadn't been blind he'd have disqualified you then and there." "The hell I kneed you!" declared Chip. "That's a lie," chimed in Gary, "we were there too, and watched it all. You're pissed because you lost to my little brother, a sophomore, and he made you look like a fool." The defeated wrestler took a step toward Gary and clenched his fists, but then Gary stood up. Seeing his size, the accuser stepped back again. "This don't concern you, only him."
The exchange had become loud enough to attract the attention of all who were eating nearby. A couple of coaches came over to ask what the fuss was about, and the three interlopers walked away. "I don't think that guy much likes me!" joked Chip.
"Keep your eyes open," advised Jackie. He's a mean lookin' mother." "Nothing Chip can't handle," said Gary, "and that goes for them goons with him too."
The invitational was an endurance test for all the wrestlers. Each squad had to take on seven others in succession, and once all weights had completed one matchup they had to move on to the next opponent without a break. Team points mounted, and by the end of the second day every school knew where it stood in the totem pole. The host team slipped to second place, and the Spartans came in a respectable third. Gary had only one loss, Chip and Jackie two, and little Jesse was making a clean sweep in the j.v. competition until he came up against Woofer, a wiry young scrapper whom he'd met and had fun with the night before in Jake's room. It was an all-out match which went to three full periods, and when Woofer took it on points the two hugged like old pals and walked off the mat together. Woofer found Jesse in the locker room when it was all over, and they exchanged phone numbers. Winter darkness greeted the crowds as they poured out of the two gym.
Linda and Janet treated their kids to hamburgers and shakes, saw them aboard the team bus, and headed for home. They made one relief stop on the way, at a state rest area, and when the windshield steamed up they indulged themselves in a brief friendly tickle fight. They managed to get their hands inside each other's slacks and enjoyed much energetic necking while they massaged clits, but when another car pulled up and parked next to their SUV they decided it was time to resume the journey. They'd had a great time, and agreed that they needed to get together more often. Linda knew a few other athletic women who enjoyed feminine competition, and promised that she would introduce them to Janet.
The coaching staff having elected to travel by car, all was convivial chaos on the team bus. They sang and told jokes, they high-fived up and down the aisle, they brawled in the seats. The newest wrestlers were dragged one by one to the rear seat, pantsed, and had to make it to the front of the bus and back bare-assed, subject to cock grabs and butt slaps, before they could get dressed. Once the bus was ou of town and purring along the highway the driver doused the overhead lights and things got quieter. Some dozed off. Others threw their arms around their seat mates' shoulders while both conversed about girls they claimed to have made it with, or wished they had. The darkness allowed those who were so inclined to offer massages for sore muscles, to invade sweats in order to compare endowments, and to help relieve mutual needs. The driver listened to the whispered conversations, the sudden muted sighs, and smiled as he thought back to his own school days.
End of Part Four