Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2016 11:10:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Winner Takes All

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*****

"YES!" I yelled, jumping up out of my chair and pumping both fists as Shay
ran off the mat, an awestruck mix of triumph and amazement on his face. He
was all of 150 pounds, but he slammed into my much bigger body with such
force, I grunted at the impact, like I didn't have a good 60 on him. I
could smell the tang of his sweat envelop us both as we hugged tight, his
hard young body still alive with tension and excitement.

"Dude, you slaughtered him," I said in his ear over the cheers of the
guys. He didn't want to let go, and neither did I, and we were still
hugging it out as Coach Clements came up to us, his big, meaty paws
gripping Shay's hard bicep and then mine with a squeeze, his other hand
clapping the champ on his back. I'd been graduated and out of the program
for two years, but I still worked with Shay, helping become the kind of
dominating force on the mat I always knew he could be, like I'd been back
in my heyday. Like me, he had Olympic potential, if the sport could last at
that level. Me and Coach were a team, when it came to Shay. The assistant
coaching position was a perfect fit for me, and now that we'd seen the kid
through the State finals, now that I'd experienced first-hand the rush of
seeing a young wrestler take your guidance and go all the way, well, I
completely got what had kept Coach doing it for the last twenty years.

We pulled back from our tight hug, my hand slipping a little down the back
of his sweaty singlet, down towards the big swell of his muscled young ass,
and I made myself stop there. For now. He still clung to me with one arm
around my neck, sliding the other around Coach's, and the three of us
hugged it out some more, the burly former Olympian's gruffly handsome face
splitting with a rarely-seen wide grin. I could feel Shay's big young cock
all firm and starting to grow in his jock, and I leaned in to murmur into
his ear.

"Easy there, big guy," I said. "I'm a man of my word. Soon. Don't worry."

"Fuck yeah, bro," he murmured back to me. "So fuckin' ready."

"Attaboy, Champ," Coach chuckled in his deep voice, patting us both on the
back. "Why don't you guys head on back? Go celebrate - you both earned it."

With one last deep, paternal squeeze, he left us to head back to the team,
and I walked with Shay back to the locker room. The scent of musky young
sweat in the air, the faint funk of jocks and sweaty singlets and wrestling
shoes, it still got to me. I'd grown up in this, we both had, and the pull
of it never really left you. I listened with a big, proud grin as Shay
excitedly replayed the match, analyzing it with that keen mind of his all
the way to his locker. He was slipping the straps of the singlet down his
hard, smooth shoulders, baring that pumped-up, sweat-glowing chest, and I
took a moment to appreciate the sight of it, the play of his perfect young
musculature before squeezing his shoulder.

"Dude... keep it on," I said, and his grin widened. He nodded, slipped the
suit back up, then pulled his sweats on over it, grabbed his stuff, and
together we headed out the door.

He was quiet in the car on the short ride across campus, but the energy was
still electric as we pulled up to the little house. I looked at him, his
teeth gleaming white in an excited smile in the backwash from the
headlights as I shut the engine off, and we sat there in the silence for a
long moment, just looking at each other. I was just as excited as he was,
both for his huge win tonight, and for the fulfilment of the promise I`d
made to him. I looked around the dark street, saw nobody around, and leaned
over the console, pulling his head in to kiss his lips slow and soft. His
stifled little moan just spurred me on, and I was raging hard in my own
sweats, just like he was.

"C'mon, little brother," I grinned. "Time for your prize, Champ."

We both jogged up the short walk to the house, Shay almost dancing on his
feet with anticipation as I fumbled with the keys. I barely had the door
closed, his gear bag hitting the floor with a thump as he slammed into me
again. This time I was ready for him, using my bigger body, my thicker
muscles, my height to stand firm against the onslaught, grabbing his eager,
muscular young bod against mine like I'd wanted to do back at the gym, and
kissing him hard, deep, wet and long, like we'd both wanted to do there
too. We worked our way back to the bedroom, the lamp by the bed already lit
in anticipation, as I worked his sweat jacket and pants off, and took in
the sight of his beautiful wrestler jock body, the red singlet molded to
his perfect form. His cock was a big, hard mound, as big as me, and I was a
big dude all over, so it looked almost comical on his smaller, tighter
frame. But I wasn't laughing. I was almost salivating. I stepped up and ran
my hands over him slowly, from his shoulders, down his powerful arms, over
his lats, down the swell of his hips where they flared out from his tight,
hard waist, the steely bulges of his ass deep in my big hands as I pulled
him close to kiss deeply some more. Hungry, loud, urgent.

His hands were practically shaking with eagerness as he reached for the zip
of my workout jacket, but I just grinned, shook my head and stepped
back. Pushed him down to sit on the end of the bed, as I slowly unzipped it
for him. His eyes widened with his smile, hungry and eager, as he saw my
own red singlet underneath, the one I'd worn my senior year. I was a little
thicker than I used to be - not fat, just a bit beefier, now that I didn't
have to diet my ass off to make weight anymore. I liked the look of it, my
muscles bulked up and fuller, and Shay sure did too. I could tell he was
itching to reach out and grab me all over, but he waited impatiently as I
unlaced my sweats and dropped them, then kicked off my sneakers and socks
while he fumbled his off.

"Fuck, Corey," he murmured, as I closed the gap and leaned in to kiss him,
nudging him back on the bed so I could straddle him and the epic teenage
jock bulge straining through his singlet. The lycra of our suits slipped
together with a staticky zip as I folded my thick arms round him and pulled
him tight to me, moaning into each other's mouths as we kissed super deep
and wet.

"I'm all yours, baby brother," I grinned against his spit-slick lips. "Any
way you want me, just like I promised at the start of the season. No
limits."

"Fuck," he growled in a husky, manly voice that had my cock
twitching. "Buckle up, big bro," he said, and then he was on me in a flash,
rolling me over like the king bed was a mat.

We grappled on the sheets like that, grunting and breaking a fresh sweat,
sliding hard over each other, just like we were blowing off some steam at
practice, for fun, only with deep, wet kissing and busy, wandering hands
feeling each other up. Both of us were leaking a dark red patch into our
singlets, glowing with sweat all over, when I finally let him pin me down
on my back. His looked painted onto his heaving muscles, and my cock
throbbed hungrily at the sight of him as I slid my big hands up and down
the bulging flex of his thighs as he kneeled over me. I grinned, slowly
rolled over, shifted the thickness of my ass, smiling at the hungry grunt
he let out. And then I reached back and down, sliding my hand over my own
muscled rump, fingers sliding down the crevice between my thick glutes, and
tugged a little. I watched his eyes widen in surprise as I spread my big
thighs, and he saw it. The opening I'd made down there, a custom mod,
something I'd seen on a similar singlet at a specialized shop in New
York. It meant this old singlet of mine was useless for competition, but I
had a much better kind of match in mind, and him in particular in mind for
it.

"Dude, fuck..." he muttered, reaching out to slide his hands over the firm
globes of my ass, squeezing them as I flexed them for him. His fingertips
explored down deep in the fork of my thighs, and I shivered as they slowly
traced down, along the opening, finding the sweaty, furry flesh inside of
it.

"Go for it, Champ," I growled, and after a moment of grinning disbelief, he
did, with a hungry gleam in his big blue eyes. The kid could eat ass like a
champ, and soon he had me bucking and writhing against the mattress as he
buried his face deep in my lycra-clad cheeks and lapped and probed my hole
hungrily. A good ten, fifteen minutes went by, until I could feel myself
dripping with jock spit and sweat back there, dripping and tingling and
itching for his big champion young cock. Very few got the chance at me like
this, but he'd more than earned the right.

I reached back, pulled him down close, kissed him, tasted myself all musky
on his eager lips and tongue, as I fished around the front of his singlet,
then pushed the leg of it up his hard thigh, sliding my hand up inside the
humid heat of his crotch, squeezing the soaked jock that barely contained
his throbbing jock dick. He growled that low, adult moan again as I fished
that big wet cock out the side of his pouch, tugging up on the leg of his
suit with my thick wrist until he popped out, seven thick, angry,
precum-shining inches towering out the bunched-up leg of his singlet. I
fisted it slow, like he loved me to do, felt the splat of a heavy precum
drop land on my thigh. He was beyond ready.

"C'mon, baby bro," I growled. "Come fuck me, Champ. Fill me up, kid."

And he did. Fuck, how he did. We'd never done this before, not him inside
me, at least, but his eagerness was matched with a natural talent, as he
slowly slid his thickness up inside of me. I was grateful I'd already
applied a coating of lube to myself, in anticipation of his big win
tonight, but he slipped up deep into me with the skill of a natural-born
cocksman, eager but considerate. I found myself arching my back, rocking my
hips and ass back to meet him, and we began to fuck, really fuck, working
together to find that rhythm, deep and thick and filling me up like I'd
filled his eager, muscle-packed ass time and again over the years. I could
feel the insides of my suit soaking through with sweat, molding even more
to my big, beefy muscles, my cock aching and burning and throbbing inside
of the soaked jock I wore too.

"Fuck me off, Champ," I moaned. "Make me cum inside my suit, buddy."

He moaned, and picked up his pace, thrusting harder and deeper, his hands
clutching the mass of my pecs, tweaking my big, sensitive nips through the
tight-stretched singlet, groping me all over until one hand found the angry
jut of my own wrestler cock, and with one eager squeeze, he sent me over
the edge. I hollered and howled as I blasted off, all through my jock,
shooting through it and soaking into the singlet encasing it, all up the
sweating muscles of my stomach as Shay's lips and tongue found mine and he
gave one last, epic thrust. The pulsing squeeze of my ring as I came did
the rest, pulling a huge, moaning load out of him and deep up inside of me,
breeding me hard and long.

I should have known he was good for more, I sure was, but the second time
was slower, sweeter, our cum- and sweat-dripping singlets discarded on the
floor by the bed. He asked me to keep my jock on, and I did, letting him
slide back up into me with that hard, thick curve of a jock cock, my
powerhouse thighs wrapped tight around him as I laid on my back and
squeezed his big young pecs, trading tongues and whispers and grunts, eyes
locked the whole time as he fucked me off a second time inside my dripping
pouch before rebreeding me. He stayed buried inside me as he fell into my
arms and we made out slowly, tenderly, deeply, sweat-slicked muscles moving
together as I wrapped my bigger bod around him and squeezed the hot little
stud. That's where we were when we heard the rattle of the front door
opening, then the click of the lock behind it, the slow, heavy tread on the
floorboards heading our way.

"All fucked out yet, boys?" Coach said with a grin, loosening his tie and
toeing off his dress shoes as he stepped into the room, eager eyes gleaming
as he took in the sight of his two favorite wrestlers, entwined in our
naked, sweaty afterglow. Coach had bred me in this big bed of his so many
times over the years, it almost felt like a second home to me. This was my
little brother's first turn in Coach's private sanctum, but he'd more than
earned his way here tonight. Shay slowly slipped out of me and onto his
side in my big arms as we watched Coach's shirt come off, his body still
dense with beefy champion muscle, dark fur overspilling his undershirt,
that big, powerful cockbulge already on the rise inside his boxer briefs as
his pants slid to the floor.

"Just getting started, Coach," Shay said with a half-cocky grin, and
already, I could feel his cock starting to harden again - maybe it hadn't
gone down at all.

"Attaboy, Champ," he growled with a big grin as his undershirt hit the
floor and he climbed up on the bed, and into our eager, open arms and
mouths. "Warmups are over now, though - let's wrestle, men."