Saturday, March 14
2:15PM CDT
Little Rock, AR
Drew Weeks
Four of us from my team were going to nationals. Three of us had spent nearly all of our spare time together since the trip back from Birmingham on the bus. Four of us had been ridden hard in the daily practices we’ve had since regionals. Three of us had difficulty finding places to be alone together. This is why I gave my roommate forty bucks to leave the apartment from 2:00 p.m. until at least 7:15.
During our practice this morning, the coach had the guys attack our weakness. We all had them. My weakness was when my opponent delivered a double leg attack. Try as I might, I struggled with this one, because it felt great to have big strong hands on my ass.
Levi’s weakness was hand-fighting. Everyone on our team knew it. Anyone who spent twenty seconds watching the start of any period of Levi’s knew it too.
Lucas’ weakness was a little less obvious. He had a soft spot for any opponent who doesn’t manscape his chest hair. His chest had never had a hair on it for a single day in his life, though. We always want what we can’t have, right?
Practice that morning started extra early at 7:00 a.m. Yeah, coach gave us a lunch break, but neither of us, Jeff included, could eat much. We were all too close to being over our weight. So after we had our chicken breast, all four of us crashed on the mat for twenty minutes. We all took clean towels from the locker room, rolled them up and put them under our heads so we could catch a few zzzs.
Three of us were still pretty zonked when we got my to my roommate-less apartment. In a perfect world, we would have had some fun thing to do that all three of us could enjoy. Saturdays in March in Little Rock were generally decent weather days that would have allowed us to be outside doing something. The workouts and practices over the past six days left us wanting to do anything other than exerting.
As the three of us got in my car, Levi suggested vegging with a movie when we got to my place. We stopped by the pharmacy down the street, Lucas picked a suitable DVD that he hadn’t seen before. We popped it in when we got home and then I’d venture to say it played for exactly twelve minutes and seven seconds when I noticed that Levi had fallen asleep on my shoulder.
I nudged Lucas and pointed at our sleepy beauty before we both chuckled. I put my arm around Lucas. He crouched down and made himself comfy resting his head on my pec. On both sides, I could smell the two-in-one shampoo body wash that was always in full supply in the wrestling room’s shower. Not three minutes later, he was asleep, too. We were all zonked out.
Next thing I knew, I heard the key unlocking the door to my apartment. I looked over and both guys must have had found their way over to their own sides of the couch and got their recliners fully reclined. I hit both mecidiyeköy escort on the nearest quads to wake them up and get them moving.
Levi had to hide his morning wood, which is just a tragedy. What a waste! Lucas had to wipe the drool from his cheek. Both were just so adorable as they were waking up. I just couldn’t take it.
“Hey,” my roommate, Clayton, said as he walked in and threw his keys onto the kitchen counter. “Did you guys watch a movie?”
“Well, let’s just say we started one,” I replied as I walked into the kitchen with him. “I think we’re all just beat from practices this week.”
“Just one more week to go until nationals,” he said.
“Five days, actually. But yeah. We’re almost there. And man am I sore.”
“So you guys want me to go find somewhere else to be? I mean, I could go for a nice steak if you want to throw in another forty?”
“No. We’ll head out and get a salad for dinner,” I answered. “Are you going out tonight?”
“Yeah, I have a date later with Andi. In fact, I better get in the shower.”
“Have fun,” I said as I walked back out to the living room to wake my sleeping beauties who had both fallen back to sleep.
We had learned a lot about each other since that bus trip back from Birmingham. We all graduated from high school in 2016 and started college that August.
Lucas was working on a bachelor’s degree in social work. He said he would go straight on for his master’s degree after. So he had at least another two years or college ahead of him after graduating. He aspired to be a talk therapist and help people out with their problems. It wasn’t until he told me this that I realized he was, indeed, an awfully good listener.
Levi’s major is applied mathematics. I was stunned by this one. It was so interesting. We all spend so much time together working out and prepping for our next meet. Aside from the ten or so road trips we take each year, the times we are all together in Little Rock as a team are rare. And when we are together, we don’t really talk about serious things like life plans or exam stress or why our past relationships failed.
Maybe it’s a man thing that we don’t dive into these types of topics. We spent so much time together, yet didn’t get the chance to learn why Levi chose applied mathematics as a major.
I mean, being a computer sciences major myself, I could see the appeal of applied mathematics. And what other type of athlete, if not a wrestler, would work as hard and be as dedicated or disciplined? I mean, having to step on that fucking scale each week required extreme discipline. Especially for someone who loves peanut butter. And not just some peanut butter.
ALL OF THE PEANUT BUTTER!
Sorry. Brief tangent there. But for fuck’s sake. I was five days from nationals and a week from being able to pig out. Can you istanbul escort bayanlar blame me? Anyway. I digress. Now back to the story.
All three of us went to the state wrestling tournaments all four years in high school and had won the championship for our weight classes twice.
Lucas and I started wrestling when we were five and both of our dads wrestled in high school, but not college. Levi started when he was nine. His dad was a football player in high school.
All three of us had parents who were still on their first marriage. Both Levi and Lucas were both only children, while I have two sisters.
My best wrestling coach was Mr. Oliver. He was the one who most believed the most in my ability to win matches. I learned the most from him and wish he was my head coach in college.
Lucas’ favorite coach was Mr. Decker. “Mostly because he was so hot. Short little guy. One hundred thirty-three pounds wet. I got to practice with him a few times when I was in high school,” Lucas told us while we ate our salads with two servings of chicken breasts and just a skosh of salad dressing at a speciality salad place. “He’s how I got so good at high crotch attacks. There was nothing life feeling his inner thigh with my fingertips and his big meaty balls with the back of my hand.”
Levi told us his favorite coach was actually an assistant coach who was currently on the run from the law. “I guess he kidnapped a former high school wrestler who graduated from another town. He nabbed him at his place of work, held him hostage, raped him multiple times and then ended up killing him so he could be with another gay wrestler.”
“That’s quite the story,” I told Levi while we were finishing up our salads.
“I know. It’s so sad, too. I had fantasies about being with him in a multitude of ways. I mean, the number of times I thought of swiping his singlet so I could take it home.”
“And rest it on your face?” I asked.
“Yes,” Levi said matter-of-factly.
“I’m sure you did,” Lucas said before he pointed out to us that Jeff McCarty had just walked in with someone neither of us knew.
“You guys have been inseparable since Birmingham,” Jeff said after he approached the table. He looked right at me.
I could see the envy in his eyes.
“Yeah, we went and crashed at Drew’s after practice. We needed to eat, though,” Lucas replied.
“How are the chicken breasts?” Jeff asked.
“Tender and juicy,” Levi responded.
“Sorry I wasn’t here sooner. Looks like you guys have just finished up.”
“Yeah,” Levi answered.
Jeff looked at Levi for an extended moment. If I was a betting man, I’d guess that the look he gave me afterwards would essentially be reminding me there was only an eight pound difference between him and Levi. If he let his thoughts fall to his tongue he would literally escort ask, “What’s wrong with me?”
Needless to say, I’m glad the words never crossed his lips. And maybe someday we will have this conversation. And lord knows we had fun when we were naked together. I guess part of it was that he was just so assuming and forward. Our getting together was forced by him.
Now, Levi pushing his way into that moment Lucas and I were supposed to have together is also an example of someone forcing their way in. It was just different with Levi though. Maybe because Lucas was there, too. Who knows?
The wromocode certainly changed my life. When I look back at that season, I was a very busy man. I had a lot of naked fun. When I was younger, in middle school even, I never envisioned myself sleeping around so much. Not that I thought there would be a big wedding with surf n’ turf served afterwards for five hundred followed by a big dance and fantastic honeymoon after the man of my dreams met me at the altar.
Yes, I had fun this season. Sleeping with so many just doesn’t really feel like me. Jeff was at that time when I was ignoring what I really wanted out of life. To have a relationship with one, no two, who were committed to me so we didn’t have to sleep around so much. That was more like me.
Still is.
That was what I would have told Jeff had he ever asked. I hopeed Levi or Lucas would have said the same to him, too. Or something like that anyway.
Clayton was out when we all got back to my apartment later than I expected. We decided to splurge a little after the salad and went to the frozen yogurt shop next door to the salad place. Each of us had two ounces without any toppings. You should have seen the look the checker gave us. I was going to explain how we had to make weight for Thursday, but decided I was too tired. We came back to my place after dinner and decided we were just going to crash.
Normally, I would never have a boyfriend spend the night. Clayton didn’t yet know I am gay. It felt different with two fellow teammates. Kind of like we were hiding in plain sight. I rationalized it by thinking that even college guys still have sleepovers. Especially when they’re, literally, all on the same team.
When I was about to close my eyes, just before midnight I decided that if Clayton was aware that all three of us were together all night long, I’d have to think he would just assume we played video games all night. The TV and game console in my room certainly helped. Unless we were too loud when we were fucking. And there would be no fucking while he was home anyway.
I thought we could get away with blowing each other, though. At least, I hoped we could. Before Clayton got home from his date, I told the guys I’d blow both of them and take both of their loads. “But if we hear Clayton walk through that door, you HAVE to control the volume of your orgasms.”
Thankfully, Levi blew his load into my mouth at 11:07. I swallowed Lucas’ at 11:15. They fed me my own spooge that landed on my abs at 11:25. We laid down at 11:35 to snuggle and enjoy our post coital bliss. It was 11:52 when Levi turned over to shut off the light and off to sleep we went.