Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2010 00:23:55 +0000
From: "hippocrene2003 @hotmail.com" <hippocrene2003@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wrestling Tournament Part One

"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