WRESTLING AND EVERYTHING ELSE

By Ript Jock

Published on May 31, 2019

Gay

Monday night. We'd had a killer practice that afternoon but no evening mentoring session. I had the dorm room to myself; my roomie was out with his girlfriend. Carter and I lay side by side on my bunk bed propped up on pillows, both of us stark naked, casually stroking each other's cocks.

I loved just lying there looking over Carter's body, his tight pecs and rippled abs, his perfect nipples, his muscular arm gently flexing as he stroked me. I loved watching the way his body reacted as I worked his cock; the way it twitched and throbbed, the way his chest and abs would shudder as I hit a tender spot and he drew in a quick sharp breath. Our bodies were so similar, our reactions so in tune. We were truly brothers, practically twins. Being with him felt better than anything I'd ever imagined.

At times like this we didn't even need to say a word. I'd be absorbed with gazing at his gorgeous body and he'd be gazing at mine, and then at some silent signal we'd each look up and our eyes would meet and we'd smile. I felt completely connected to him whenever I looked into those clear blue eyes, so deep and soulful and genuine. I'd give his cock a playful little squeeze or tease the head with my thumb just to see that look of surprise and sudden arousal, and he'd do the same to me and we'd both grin even bigger, and then look down at each other's bodies again and go back to gently stroking.

The time I spent with Carter was so different from my mentoring sessions.

With Jase, sex was an urgency, a deep and burning hunger we were driven to feed. It was passionate, it was breathtaking, it was wildly exciting. Our climaxes were shattering. We satisfied each other immensely but we were two different people.

When I was with Carter, things were always slow and relaxed. We lingered on every touch. We shared ourselves unhurriedly, exploring each other's bodies and feelings and thoughts just as if they were our own, as if we were part of one another. We could spend hours just holding each other. Our climaxes, when at last we got there, exhausted us, left us emotionally and physically drained, and absolutely fulfilled.

We loved each other because our mentors had told us to. It was a perfect system. With no need for ego, for decisions or second thoughts, we simply gave ourselves to each other without question. I loved him because he allowed me to, and because I allowed myself to as well. He loved me back and that was all that mattered. Same as with any other family.

Carter leaned in and began gnawing on my shoulder as if he wanted to devour me. He reached across my chest and teased my nipple, lightly pinching and pulling and flicking it with his finger. I grinned and breathed deeply, my heart thumping strong as a hammer. He pressed his ear to my breastbone to listen, and teased my nipple again. I stroked his head and rubbed his shoulders gratefully and cradled him against my chest. The bristly hair on the sides of his head, buzzed short, felt so nice against my skin; the close-cropped hair on top was just long enough for me to bury my fingers in.

"I'm so glad they put us together," I said to him soft and low. "MmmmMMMmm," he agreed, and snuggled deeper into my chest.

"And I like that we're reviving the Greek tradition. It really does work."

He glanced up at me and smiled. "It's obvious what they're doing," he said, in between licking and nibbling on my nipple. "They want us to feel like we're part of something important, like we're doing something special."

"You think it's just a bullshit fantasy?"

"No, I think it's essential." He stroked my cock long and slow as he kissed one nipple and then the other. "The ancient Greeks invented Western values, Western culture, Western thought. They're the ones who started everything that defines us as a civilization. And they truly celebrated relationships between men, as something positive and loving and natural. It's time we brought some of those ideas back."

"You're right. It is."

He gazed at me with a glint in those beautiful eyes.

"What?" I asked him.

"You know what."

I smiled and kissed his forehead. He felt for a handhold on my crotch, lifted my hips and very gradually began to turn me over. The feeling of his hands on me was so erotic; the way he probed with his fingertips to sense the tension in my muscles, found the perfect grip as only a wrestler could, grasped me firmly and gently, pushed and pulled me as he desired. With both of us shaved smooth and leaned out for competition, every touch of his skin on mine lit us up like wildfire, flowed through our whole bodies like electricity.

I shifted my weight and stretched my arm across his chest and eased him back, countering his attack like wrestling in ultra-slow motion, each of us reacting to the other's moves in an exquisitely performed sexual dance; hooked his leg with mine and ensnared him in a side cradle, then guided him gently around until both our heads were angled toward each other's cocks, the two of us kissing and licking and sucking and nibbling every part of each other our mouths could reach along the way.

His abs were truly phenomenal. I tickled them with the stubble on my chin, feeling his smooth tough skin and the rippled muscles beneath, watching them shake and quiver as he silently giggled. I kissed them one by one and felt him kissing mine, matching one another move for move like mirror images. He ran his tongue along the centerline of my abs, teased my navel, bypassed my waiting cock and traced the lower edge of my obliques. I followed his V-line down and mouthed his balls, sucking them in like fat plums loaded with cum and testosterone. His scent was intoxicating, clean and manly with a hint of pungent sweat. He slid his wetted lips slowly along my shaft, kissed the swollen head and flicked it with his tongue and I mimicked him dutifully. The taste of his precum thrilled me, made me feel so incredibly happy.

Carefully we pressed each other's cock heads to our lips, taking them in just far enough to lick all the way around the sensitive edge. Hands cupping balls gently pulling and stroking and squeezing, we slid those hard cocks into our mouths slowly inch by inch, tongues lapping and teasing our eager shafts as we swallowed more and more until they pushed into our throats. Buried in each other, pubic hair tickling our chins and ball sacks at our noses, we held them in for one luxurious moment to give each other the welcome sensation of being engulfed.

Smoothly I drew my head back, letting my lips glide over the length of Carter's well-veined meat. I pulled back all the way to the tip, teased his glutted cock head with my lips and tongue; plunged his meat into my mouth again and sucked it all the way down, shuddering with anxious pleasure as I felt him do the same to me. He drew his head slowly back again and we began an easy, leisurely rhythm, sucking each other's cocks in and out, jamming them deeper and deeper into our throats with every stroke.

My hole begged for attention so I wet one middle finger and slid it along his crack, knowing he'd do the same. I twitched and squirmed so eagerly as I felt him press against my hole, my cock sliding into his warm wet mouth, his finger parting my tight pucker and slipping in, tickling my insides, sending a surge of pleasure from my balls to the tip of my meat. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft and stroked while my lips massaged his cock head, probing deeper into his hole to stir up his prostate, relishing the sweet salty taste of the precum that flowed freely onto my tongue as he lapped and swallowed mine. I could suck and finger him, and be sucked and fingered by him, happily for days and weeks on end.

In time we eased each other's cocks tenderly out of our mouths and gave them one last kiss. Our eyes met and we shared a long, lustful look.

I would have done anything for him; he never needed to ask. But tonight we were in my room so it was my turn to choose. I gave him a grin and licked the last drop of his precum from my lips. We turned ourselves until our bodies were aligned and heads lay face to face on my pillow. Our arms instinctively wrapped around and we squeezed each other tight, chest to chest and abs to abs, loving the feeling of being joined together.

I rolled him gently onto his back and lay on top of him, stroking his head and gazing into his eyes. His legs spread wide as I kissed his neck and collarbone. I positioned myself comfortably in between them, my stiff cock alongside his, as I reached for the jar of Vaseline that sat right next to the bed on the edge of my desk. No condoms needed, since no one had the slightest desire to stray outside the family. We took good care of our own.

I reared back on my knees and looked him over as I greased myself. He smiled up at me yearningly and lifted his knees as I moved in close. I pressed the tip of my lubed cock to his hole and then backed off, testing his response. I pushed it in just half an inch and pulled it out again, pushed in a bit more, the third time even deeper, until his hole spread easily and his hungry whimpers invited me in. I pushed in slow and steady letting him feel every inch of my rigid swollen meat as it entered him, past his tight inner ring, deeper and deeper all the way until my cock was completely inside him. He panted longingly, begging me with craving looks and wordless sighs to give him what we knew we both wanted and needed.

I leaned in forward and kissed him, cradled his head in my hand and began to pump and grind at his hole with an easy pace. He moaned to me gratefully and squeezed my triceps, wrapped and locked his legs around me, pulled me forcefully into him on every one of my thrusts. Our eyes were locked on each other, our smiles showing pure rapture as I drove my cock into him again and again and again. His own cock leaked and throbbed and barely held off release, rubbing against my abs leaving a warm wet trail of precum that made me drool.

I followed his cues and thrust into him faster and harder, and in minutes I was so worked up I began to buck and thrash, plowing into him on animal instinct with no control or restraint. He clenched his knees to my sides and squeezed my ribs with all his strength, eyes shut tight gripping each of my arms like a vise, chest heaving, veins on his neck standing out boldly. He opened his eyes for just a second and I met them and instantly lost it; my body quaked and trembled as I blew out a long hard load, pouring my juices into him helplessly. He broke into a huge grin and I felt his hot cream spurting over our abs, saw it splatter all the way up to his shoulder, and we drained ourselves and collapsed together and held each other desperately, my cock still inside him and his hot cum gluing us together.

Slowly I rolled off of him and we looked each other over. My cum was deep inside him; his was everywhere. I grinned and licked it off his shoulder, his chest, his abs. His cock. He rubbed my head as I cleaned him, then held me down and did the same for me, nibbling and licking. We smiled and kissed each other long and deep, lay down side by side again and casually reached over and stroked each other's spent cocks.

It was so hard for me to believe this beautiful guy was with me, body and soul. We were still brand new together but I felt like he was the guy I'd ached for, without even knowing it, forever. I didn't think I could ever get along without him again.

We heard the sound of a key in the latch. The door swung open and my roommate Rob stepped in from the hall. Carter and I didn't bother to hide ourselves; we were all adults, and Rob had surely seen my bare cock before. The two of us lay comfortably side by side, arms around each other's shoulders, grinning as he looked us over.

"Hey," I said to him. "I thought you were staying at Kristen's tonight."

"Yeah, so did I," he smirked. "Things didn't go so well. It's a chick thing I guess."

"Rob, this is Carter. We wrestle - " I started, then reset. "He's my brother."

"Hey, how's it going?" he greeted Carter with a wave, and then to me, "This is the guy you're moving in with next semester?"

"Yeah. We're - "

"That's cool. I was afraid I pissed you off or something."

"No, we're good. It's about him and me, that's all."

Carter stirred beside me. "I'll get out of here and let you have your room back."

"Nah, don't worry about it," Rob said. "I'll just grab a book and head down to the study room, for... an hour?"

"That'd be perfect," I told him. Carter settled in again with a smile as Rob grabbed his Econ text, waved goodnight and headed out.

"Good guy," Carter said.

"Yeah, he is. I got lucky."

He met my eyes with a grin, and wrapped both his arms around me.

"Brother, we both did."


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