Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2012 20:40:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tyler Robertson <wrestler5840@yahoo.com>
Subject: College Wrestling with Timmy, Pt. 1

Note: Names, locations, and other identifying features have been
changed for identity protection. This story describes explicit and
graphic sexual acts between consenting adults. If it is not legal for
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I was thrilled when I heard the news that my younger brother Tim
was going to be attending the same college that I was. I had just
turned 22 and was entering my 5th year at the university-- a big
state school in the midwest-- but it wasn't uncommon for athletes,
especially wrestlers like me, to take 5 years to graduate.

Tim, 18, was also a wrestler, and I was excited by the fact that for
the first time ever, he and I would get to be teammates. Though we
grew up in a small town, our age difference meant that he was in
middle school while I was in high school, so we never got the
chance wrestle on the same team.

Tim had developed quite a bit throughout his high school years--
so much so that by the time it was his senior year, he was the stud
of our local high school. He had multiple scholarship offers to
wrestle in college, but I knew a big reason that he chose the school
that he did was because he knew I would be there. I was on
scholarship for wrestling too, but I certainly wasn't as heavily
recruited as Tim was coming out of high school.

Physically, Tim and I were polar opposites. I was pretty small--
standing about 5'5 on a good day, and I had wrestled in the 106 lb.
weight class in high school. Of course, when moving up to college
I put on enough weight to wrestle at 125 lbs., but I was certainly
not a big guy by any account. I was solid as a rock, without an
ounce of fat on me, and pretty well-muscled-- just as any college
wrestler at any weight must be.

Tim and I had been similar sizes for quite some time in our youth,
until he finally began to develop physically around the time I left
for college. Within a couple of short years, Tim had gone from
being 120 lbs. soaking wet to almost 200. He also grew about 6
inches so that by the time he was a senior in high school, he stood
easily 6' tall and wrestled the 182 lb. weight class.

He took care of his body-- eating all the right foods and hitting the
gym like a madman, and as a result was able to win a state title in
his weight division during his senior year of high school-- no small
feat. I still remember his voice beaming with pride when he called
me after the match to let me know the good news. Even as he grew
much bigger physically than I was, he still looked up to me and
was very proud of my accomplishments as both a high school and
collegiate wrestler.

By the time the summer after he graduated high school came, all
Tim could talk about was how excited he was for college. I of
course, talked it up to him, telling him about the wild parties there
would be and the horny chicks that would be dying to hook up
with a wrestling stud like him (perhaps a bit of an exaggeration in
hindsight!). I helped him pack and we both drove together the 6-
hour drive to school in my Jeep. It was mandatory that freshman
live in the dorms, so I helped him move in to his cramped double
room after dropping my stuff off at the frat house that I lived in.

Not coincidentally, he was rooming with one of the other freshman
wrestling recruits, Austin Thompson. Austin wrestled the same
weight class as me, and would be trying to take my spot in the
125lb. class. I introduced myself to him as Tyler Robertson and
told him I was looking forward to being teammates. It seemed like
he and my brother hit it off right away, so I left them alone to get
myself moved in.

This was going to be my second consecutive year living in our frat
house. The line was sort of blurred between frat house and
wrestling house, since the frat was made up of about 60%
wrestlers, and the non-wrestlers had usually wrestled or at least
played sports in high school. A lot of the upper class wrestlers
lived in the house, and after I got over the fact that the house
would always be dirty and smelly, I really loved living with all the
guys under one roof. I even had the luxury of a room to myself
with a private bathroom since this was to be my senior year.

As I settled down to bed the night before our first wrestling
workout of the year, an odd thought came to my mind.

I had never seen Tim naked.

I mean, at least not since he had developed into the man that he
now was. It wasn't that our family was particularly private, it was
just the kind of thing that had never happened for whatever reason
growing up. Since the wrestling team was extremely open about
being nude in the locker room and showers, I knew that I would
start seeing him naked all the time. I had an odd sense of male
curiosity about what "Little Timmy" (as our family used to call
him!) carried between his legs.

The next day came, and after the normal introductions and
administrative stuff, our strength coach led us through a
particularly challenging workout and eventually dismissed us to
the showers. As guys stripped naked and slung a towel over their
shoulder or around their waist on their way to the shower, lots of
guys were shaking hands and catching up about what happened
over summer break, and introducing themselves to the freshmen. I
wondered if Tim would be comfortable about his nudity, as
sometimes the freshman were tentative at first to shower around a
single pole-type shower with their new teammates.

However, I was surprised by what I was next: Tim, towel draped
around his neck, parading to the shower completely in the buff
while chatting with another freshman in a similar state of dress. I
couldn't help but glance down at Tim's package-- and what a sight
it was. To say the least, "Little Timmy" had developed into a full
grown man.

His thick cock swung from thigh to thigh as he sauntered towards
the showers, covering two beefy looking nuts that hung
surprisingly tight to his body. His thighs had very little hair, but he
had a patch of tightly trimmed dark brown pubes shadowing his
circumcised schlong, matching the tightly cropped brown hair on
his head. His manhood dangled easily 5 inches soft, enough to be
comparable with just about anyone on the team, including myself.

I certainly wasn't ashamed of my manhood, which probably wasn't
quite as thick as his but hung just as long. My nuts were definitely
smaller than his, my pair of low-hangers hanging inside a cleanly
shaved scrotum, topped off with a trimmed patch of dirty blond
pubic hair. As we both entered the shower at about the same time, I
saw him eye up my package as well. I quickly looked away from
his crotch as we made small talk about how the first day had gone.

That night, I couldn't help thinking about my naked little bro.
Though I considered him 'little' still, I can say with confidence he
was pretty big in more ways than one! While I considered myself
straight and had been fucking my girlfriend for more than two
years now, every now and again the thought of a guy would turn
me on a bit. I had never thought that way about Tim, at least until
now. I felt a stirring between my legs thinking about the shimmer
of sweat glistening on his smooth 6-pack abs as he got himself wet
under the shower head, and watching him tug at his cock and balls
as he meticulously soaped himself up and scrubbed.

I went to see my girlfriend that night, and I was unbelievably
horny. Thankfully she was too, so she didn't object to me quickly
stripping her out of her clothes and plunging my throbbing dick
inside of her. I couldn't get the thought of my bro's fat wiener out
of my head as I slammed my own rod in and out of her, my nuts
slapping against her body. I put her on all fours and nailed her
doggy-style on the floor of her apartment until I finally shot my
wad deep inside her pussy, still with the image of my brother in my
head. She looked in my eyes and smiled as if to say "thank you for
that pounding", and we both climbed into her bed and faded to
sleep naked.

I woke up the next morning with rock hard morning wood, and
after leaving the room to take a long piss, I came back to the room
to see my girlfriend awake, naked, and in a position that screams "I
want to fuck". I of course, was always one to oblige, so I quickly
let my soft shaft get hard and climbed on top of her, slowly
inserting myself inside of her. I began to screw her slowly and
passionately until I was making her moan and call my name. As
she moaned out "Tyler" I began fucking her harder, and her
impending orgasm made me closer to coming, Again, thoughts of
my brother's chiseled young body loomed in my head as I neared
the point of no return.

We both moaned together as I sprayed my seed inside her,
thrusting deeply until every last drop had exited my throbbing tool.
She smiled as I pulled out and got dressed, getting ready for the
first full day of classes as well as another afternoon wrestling
workout. I was probably a fool for trusting her birth control pills,
but once you raw-dog a girl once, there's simply no other way to
screw.

I admired Tim again in the shower after our workout again that
afternoon, his soft meat glistening with sweat after a hard day's
work. I also sized up the other new freshman since there were 9
total, including Tim's roommate Austin. Not surprising for a 125-
pounder fresh out of high school, Austin wasn't extremely
developed sexually. He stood about 5'5" tall, and had a small uncut
wiener covering medium-sized nuts. His package was completely
shaved, making him appear even less mature physically than he
was. Some guys on the team had already been ribbing him about
being uncut, since he was one of the few guys on the team that still
had his foreskin. He laughed it off as he toweled off his smooth
package on his way to his locker, saying a brief hello to me as he
passed by.

Not surprisingly, the fall semester and our off-season wrestling
workouts passed by quite quickly. Tim and Austin were well on
their way to becoming best buds, and they both could often be
found at our frat house on nights out trying to pick up chicks. I was
happy to see them hanging around the frat house so often, since I
was hoping that both would rush the frat over the winter.

I continued to have regular sex with my girlfriend, though there
were times when our sex life would get somewhat boring. One
night, however, that all changed.

It was in late November when my girlfriend and I went out to
dinner with a bunch of my friends and teammates, including Tim,
for my birthday. We went to a sketchy Chinese restaurant in town
since we knew it was BYOB, and proceeded to get pretty rowdy
off of a few handles of Popov, Tim included. Neither Tim nor I
was a big drinker, though we liked to have a good time every now
and again.

After the dinner, the party transferred to the frat house, where there
was already a big party with a DJ and dancing going on. My
girlfriend, Kerry, and I danced for a bit, but it very quickly turned
into intense grinding. We both were pretty drunk, so I whispered to
her that we should take things upstairs to my bedroom. She of
course agreed, but before I went upstairs with her I stumbled over
to my brother to say goodnight, and with slurred speech he told me
that he was in pursuit of some pussy. I wished him luck and headed
upstairs.

Before we even reached my room on the third floor, Kerry couldn't
help herself from starting to make out with me again and reaching
her hand down my pants in the hallway. We finally made our way
to my room where we quickly stripped off each other's clothes,
revealing her perky big tits and my rock hard penis.

I playfully threw her to the bed and climbed on top of her, leaving
the lights on as I worked my cock inside of her. We screwed
intensely for 5 or 10 minutes until we heard footsteps coming up
the stairway, so I slowed my pace so we could hear who it was. I
told her not to worry and that it was probably just one of my frat
brothers returning home to his room.

Then, out of nowhere, the door burst open and Tim stepped into
the room. I immediately pulled out and got out of bed.

"Dude, I, um, I am so sorry. I didn't realize you were, umÉ" Tim
trailed off drunkenly.

I stood there naked with a full hard-on. A moment or two passed
while I waited for Tim to leave, not knowing what to say.

"Dude, what's wrong?" I asked, noticing that he still hadn't left the
room and that he kept glancing at my rock hard cock.

"It's umÉ it's this girlÉ she, wellÉ" Tim stammered and stuttered
and Kerry and I both stood there drunk and naked.

"I think I can help you out," blurted out Kerry, provocatively. She
stood there naked and looked my brother up and down as he did
the same to her. They both seemed to look at me for approval, and
me being as drunk and horny as they each were, I nodded my head
in approval and slammed shut the door.

Before I even finished closing the door, Tim was already pulling
off his shirt to reveal his tight abs and smooth, muscular chest
while Kerry fumbled with the buckle of his belt to undo his pants.
Though the sight of my naked girlfriend stripping my little brother
naked should have made me jealous, I was unbelievably turned on
by what I was watching.

Tim was soon only in his tight boxer-briefs, his crank obviously
semi-hard. He let out a soft moan as she reached under the
waistband of his undies to stroke his sword. Realizing that I was
awkwardly watching this all happen, I stepped up behind Kerry to
stroke her clit as my own dong pressed against her low back.

Before long, Kerry pulled down Tim's boxer briefs to reveal his
manhood. Never having seen him hard, I instinctively sized him
up. His dick, to put it simply, was a monster. Though I had seen
how thick it was, I had no idea his would be as long as it was. He
easily had a 7 incher, possibly more, which dwarfed my 5.5 inch
endowment. I stared for just a moment until Tim caught me gazing
and I turned my eyes back to Kerry.

We quickly moved back to my bed where Kerry got on all fours to
begin blowing Tim's chub. She seemed to be totally mesmerized
by Tim's wiener and chiseled physique, but then again, so was I.
As my own cock was craving attention, I slid myself back inside
her from behind, beginning to intently fuck her doggystyle as Tim
kneeled in front of her so she could have easy access to suck him
off.

Tim and I, now Eiffel Tower-ing my girlfriend, made eye contact
and smiled as I humped the girl currently slobbering on Timmy's
wang. The sight of my little bro getting blown was an incredible
turn on for me, and I would have shot my wad a long time ago had
I not had so much to drink that night.

My brother moaned as Kerry tried her hardest to deepthroat his
monster, though Kerry's gurgled moans as I slammed my tool in
and out of her cunt were much louder and more intense than Tim's.
Tim was nothing if not polite, and even in his state managed to
warn Kerry when he was about to come.

Just hearing my brother utter those words put me closer to the
edge, and watching my brother pull his cock out of Kerry's mouth
and shoot his jizz all over my girlfriend's neck and chest sent me
over the top. My thrusts got harder and deeper as I began shooting
jets of my seed inside of her, just seconds after she had finished off
Tim. I eventually pulled out and she grabbed a towel to clean up
Tim's spunk. Tim's impressive nuts had spurted about twice as
much as I usually did.

Exhausted, the three of us passed out naked soon after, all
crammed into my one bed.

I didn't wake up until about noon the next day. I awoke with a head
pounding from a hangover, and noticed that Kerry had already
gotten up and left, leaving only my brother and I sleeping naked in
my bed. I rustled him awake and we both groggily stumbled to my
bathroom nude and shared a long post-drinking piss. I felt
incredibly guilty about letting my brother get involved with my
girlfriend's and my sex life.

"Dude, what the hell happened last night?" Tim asked as he
drained the last few drops of urine from his one-eyed monster.

"We friggen' double teamed my girlfriend is what happened."

"Yeah man, I mean, I remember, I just can't believe that
happened." Tim said guiltily.

"Neither can I."

We showered together quietly in my room, and I couldn't help but
admire him soaping up his cock and balls and rubbing himself
clean. I was beginning to realize that my attraction to Tim was
becoming stronger and more sexual. I wondered if he felt the same
way about me.

We went together to practice that afternoon, and I did my best to
take out my sexual frustrations on Austin, my wrestling partner
and Tim's roommate. We wrestled a few good practice rounds
towards the end of practice before calling it a day. I really loved
the feeling of a man underneath me or on top of me, even if it was
only wrestling.

I was still extremely confused about what had happened the night
before, and wrestling Austin took my mind off the situation. I still
hadn't talked to Kerry, and I was afraid she would be pretty
embarrassed about what happened.

Later that night, she and I had a long and awkward talk about what
had happened the night before. We both partly blamed each other,
her for inviting Tim in and me for letting it continue. Of course,
the alcohol was primarily to blame. We both agreed that it
shouldn't happen again. After arguing and finally mending fences,
we engaged in a long bit of foreplay before having an intense fuck.

However, as I humped my girlfriend, the only thing I could think
of was my own little brother, beads of sweat on his forehead, abs
contracting, cock in hand, blowing his load right in front of me the
night before.