Justin Albright was a beast.
He was still a senior in high school but the same age as Carter and I; his parents had held him back a year after 8th grade so he'd be bigger for high school football. That's the mentality when you grow up in a Big Ten college town. Your entire childhood is geared to being a standout on the team, getting that scholarship, playing Division I ball.
But Justin wasn't all that fired up about football, and his performance showed it. Even with the extra year of growth he was never more than a mediocre player. Wrestling was his passion. On the mat he was unstoppable; he tore through the ranks of high school boys in his weight class like a harvester mowing down hay. He was one of those rare prospects who looked like he'd be ready to step right into the starting lineup of a major NCAA program without skipping a beat.
His dream had always been to wrestle for our school, mostly because of Duncan Kirk. He'd watched Duncan wrestle from the age of ten, and when he visited campus it was Duncan who showed him around. Even though he'd now grown bigger than Duncan it was clear he still thought of him as a personal hero.
He'd already signed his letter of intent so the coach let him come in and work out with the team. Everyone was pretty charged up about it; we all knew his reputation and wanted to see what the kid could do. All eyes were on him when Duncan brought him into the wrestling room. He was a big guy, Kyle's size, muscled as hell with huge arms, well rounded delts, meaty pecs, enormous quads. But from the neck up he was still a kid, with boyish good looks and a broad smile. And even though he was dressed in loose workout gear, I'd swear I saw a good thick bulge rising in his shorts when he stepped into the room and got a look at all the prime quality college meat surrounding him.
It didn't take long for him to show he was the real deal. He scrimmaged with Kyle; the two of them clashed like wild bulls. Kyle had the superior technique and experience on his side but Justin was ungodly strong and had an almost spooky sense of himself on the mat; Kyle pulled off moves he surely hadn't gone up against before but Justin managed to counter and evade him every time. The whole team stopped to watch them as they battled to a standstill, their big jacked bodies locking up, heaving each other around the mat, huge muscles rippling, veins popping out everywhere, sweat drenching their workout gear and their glistening skins.
The coach called it a draw and they separated, but not before Justin gave Kyle a warm, heartfelt hug. I knew what was in his head. After plowing through all those high school boys who offered no real competition, he was overjoyed to face a real wrestler who gave him a genuine, hard fought match. He hugged Kyle like a drowning man who'd just been rescued. And when the two parted, damned if I didn't see a pair of big stiff cocks straining against their shorts.
Needless to say, the boys were eager as hell to bring him into the family.
That evening we all met up at Duncan's house to give Justin a proper welcome. Jase and I, Kyle and Carter, Greg and Travis were paired off sitting along the edge of the mat while Duncan explained to Justin a little about our group, the mentor system, and how devoted we were to each other on and off the mat. He seemed to be eating it up. I could tell he longed for the kind of closeness and camaraderie we were offering him; once he learned the rest of story I was betting he'd jump at the chance.
Duncan talked about the ancient Greeks, how the older guys helped the younger ones reach manhood not just in wrestling but in life. We all traded smiles as Justin said it sounded like something he'd love to be a part of. Jase casually slipped his arm around my shoulders, Kyle wrapped up Carter, and Travis lounged comfortably against Greg as Duncan went on; Justin seemed a little surprised at first but soon enough was gazing at us with a look of yearning in his eyes.
"Greg, Travis!" Duncan barked out. "Get up and show Justin how we do things here!"
The two smaller guys hopped up to their feet and began shedding their clothes. The rest of us watched Justin with a certain amount of glee as they stripped down naked, Travis fetched the bottle of olive oil and they slicked each other up. The big guy's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"This is real wrestling," Duncan told him. "The way the Greeks did it. Man against man with nothing to get in the way. And the oil keeps you honest. If you can't keep a hold on a man who's covered in oil, you don't really have control."
Greg and Travis faced off and began to wrestle. They darted in with lightning fast attacks and equally swift counter moves as only those light, quick guys could. Soon they were tangled up on the mat and scrambling for control, each of them wrestling his heart out, each with a nice stiff cock and ball sacks drawn up tight. Justin stared in wonder and broke into a wide grin at the sight of their lean raw bodies meshing and sliding against one another, cocks jabbing at each other as muscled arms and legs strained to ensnare their opponent and gain advantage.
"Jase!" Duncan yelled. "Plenty of room! Grab your boy and get in there!"
Jase and I stepped up and peeled our gear off. We oiled each other playfully, truly excited about what we were going to do. We knew each other so well by now. Each time we wrestled was like coming back home, like hearing an old favorite song.
We faced off and instantly started grappling, our slick naked bodies clashing together in a showdown of iron will and raw muscle. It was all a show for Justin, we both knew that, but if anything that made us go after each other even harder than usual. Justin was a real wrestler; he wouldn't be impressed with playacting. We wanted to show him the kind of all-out competition our family was built on. If he was going to join us, we wanted him to know he'd be getting all he bargained for.
Jase took me down hard but I wriggled out of his grasp and we launched into a wild scramble. I loved feeling the way he used his massive, ripped muscles against me, my hard cock pressed against him, his own huge stiff cock rubbing on my skin - even more exciting when he was leaking precum, and I felt it sliding over me wet with thick, warm, sticky cream. I loved the way he grunted when I reversed him and he thudded onto the mat, or when he strained especially hard to lock me down, his rank, manly smell flooding my nose. We both lived for those moments, sharing sweat and pain and bedlam on the mat.
"Kyle! Carter! You're up!"
Our brothers quickly stripped, oiled, and joined us. I heard them rampaging nearby us, heard Carter's yelps and Kyle's deep low growl, felt the recoil as their bodies slammed to the mat, but I was much too focused on my own match to glance over or follow the action. I could only imagine my brother's straining muscles, his expert moves as he fended off his mentor's powerful attacks. It fired me up even more to think of him battling just a few feet away, stripped naked and overmatched against a much bigger guy but wrestling with all his skill and might. I loved Carter with all my fucking heart and I'd wrestle to my dying breath for him, just to prove I was worthy.
Travis was the first to falter. Greg caught him off guard, broke him down flat, hooked his leg and turned him. Travis fought back as hard as he could but Greg was relentless, kept tying him up and applying pressure until Travis was immobilized with his shoulders on the mat. The rest of us froze for a second and held our breaths wondering what Greg would do next. We weren't sure how far he'd take it with Justin watching; there was no telling how he'd react. But then again, Duncan never would have brought him here unless he was damn sure.
Greg loosened his grip, gazed into Travis's eyes as he cradled the boy's head in his hand. Travis's knees raised and spread wide. Greg plunged his stiff oily cock into Travis's hole and began eagerly pumping away.
"FUCK YEAH!!!" a big voice boomed from the sidelines. Justin was clearly on board.
The rest of us went back to wrestling with newfound fury, abandoning all pretense of restraint now that the ice was broken. Our hands roamed everywhere, grabbing for handholds on crotches and ass cracks and rock hard cocks, grinding our bodies together with a sexual intensity that mirrored and matched our athletic zeal. I heard a familiar yelp from Carter and I knew Kyle had subdued him, and was sliding his thick meat deep inside my brother. Jase and I battled on, testing each other's strength and resolve, pulling out all our skills to gain advantage.
Finally Jase's strong arms ensnared me and his legs intertwined with mine. I'd made a valiant effort but my mentor was too big, too strong, too skilled for me to evade forever. I tried a last ditch bridge to keep my shoulders off the mat but couldn't hold out long; his sweaty, muscular body pressed down on me; forced me down slowly, lovingly; his hot breath blasting my neck as he overpowered me.
I looked up into his eyes and we smiled at each other, both of us deeply grateful for the match. That stud's muscular body was better for me than any workout I could imagine, exercised me more intensely than any piece of equipment in the gym. God, I felt so lucky to be his boy. His smile widened into a grin as I draped my arms around his neck, wrapped my legs around him, and pressed my ass to the tip of his oily, dripping cock. My hole spread willingly as he pushed into me slow and steady, letting me feel every inch, every vein as it slid smoothly inside.
Jase fucked me like a conqueror, his muscled cheeks flexing, huge quads driving his meat into me, plunging in deeper and deeper, pumping me over and over again. It was always so damn exciting to be fucked by him in front of someone new, to show off the stud who owned my ass and show off how I owned that stud's big cock. I shot a glance to Justin; his shorts were tented, his eyes wide open, smiling broadly with a thin trickle of drool running down his chin as he casually stroked his pecs. The kid wanted out of those clothes so bad he could taste it.
Travis moaned loudly as he blew his load all over Greg, who grunted and snorted and spewed his hot cream deep inside his boy. Soon enough Kyle let out his usual bellow, gripping Carter tight and filling him with seed; Carter responded with a yell and an explosion of his own thick, milky syrup. As usual that left Jase and me still humping away while the others spurted out their juice to a chorus of long, breathless moans.
Jase clasped a hand to the back of my neck, pinched my nipple good and hard, leaned in and kissed me roughly as he thrust his big cock in as deep as he could, like he was out to destroy my ass. It felt so fucking savage I lost my load right then and there, erupting in fountain of cum that drenched both our bodies as spurt after spurt splattered onto him and ran dripping from his chest. I scooped some off my abs and jammed my fingers into his mouth, and Jase blasted his own violent load into me as he longingly sucked and swallowed.
The six of us collapsed and sprawled on the mat, completely wrecked. Justin had got more than he bargained for - but he sure wasn't done yet.
Duncan shooed us off the mat and called to Justin, "You ready to go?" The big kid grinned ear to ear and ripped his T-shirt to shreds, revealing an incredibly jacked, massive body. Every eye in the place was fixed on his brickwork abs, his enormous ripped pecs, his oversized, jutting nipples. He kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and strutted onto the mat stark naked, proudly displaying a long stiff cock that looked to be carved from an oak fencepost.
Justin's eyes followed his hero's every move as Duncan grabbed the olive oil and rubbed himself down, then handed the bottle over. They greased themselves and then greased each other, feeling every muscle, touching and squeezing to get a sense of each other's bodies, groping cocks and balls and asses to prepare for what was to come. All the while locking eyes on each other, circling slowly, finally facing off at center.
"Go!" Duncan barked, and it was on.
Duncan instantly lunged in on a shot that took Justin by surprise, scored the takedown but just as quickly Justin pulled off an escape. The two scrambled aggressively, rolling around in the sweat and cum the rest of us had left behind on the mat. If it mattered at all to them, it must have fired them up even more to be grappling in the juices of six stud wrestlers and sworn brothers.
They battled relentlessly, each one gaining the advantage only to lose it again. Duncan's technique was unbeatable but Justin's strength and speed - surprising for a guy his size - made him impossible to subdue. We watched in awe, gaping at those two incredible bodies crashing into each other and grinding together, roaring our approval at every magnificently executed move, cheering for the head of our family but yelling just as wildly for the new kid's display of skill, strength and heart. Giggling now and then at the streaks of our cum glossing their rippling muscles, and the unspoken but blatant swordfight between their two hard, raging cocks.
They wrestled on and on until both were nearly dead from fatigue, so exhausted they could barely stand. The match lumbered on in slow motion until they locked up in a final stalemate, neither of them able to budge the other. As much as we'd have loved to see it go on longer - not to mention whatever came next - it wasn't going to happen.
"Stop!" Duncan called out. "That's the match. It's a draw."
They released each other, wobbled to their feet and shook hands.
"Shower!" Duncan said, and pointed Justin in the right direction.
Justin gave Duncan a sloppy hug and a grin, and strutted toward the showers like he'd scored a major victory - and just being able to keep up with Duncan qualified as a win in my book. Duncan traded looks with Kyle and Jase, then gave them a quick nudge of his head. They lifted themselves off the floor and trotted after Justin.
"Should we get the mop?" Carter asked me.
"Later," I said. "C'mon, let's go watch. This is gonna be good."
Justin was already in the shower stall under a cleansing stream of hot water when Kyle and Jase entered the room. Carter and I peered in from the doorway as they barged in on him, crowding in so tight there was no room to move without rubbing muscle on muscle. Jase grabbed the soap and began lathering Justin's body, Kyle on the other side scrubbing him down, both of them squeezing in closer and closer. Justin looked a little nervous at first but quickly warmed up to the attention, raising his arms to let Jase soap his pits, grinning as if he was the son of a Roman emperor being fawned over by slaves.
Obviously somebody needed to teach him the difference between the Romans and the Greeks.
With his arms raised, Kyle quickly moved in from behind and locked him up in a full Nelson, his hard cock jammed against Justin's ass crack. Jase gripped Justin's balls and squeezed, applying just enough pressure to make things interesting as he mashed his lips against Justin's in a harsh, wet kiss. Justin squirmed a bit, careful not to perturb that visegrip on his nuts, as Jase moved down and began gnawing on his nipples, grabbed Justin's cock with his free hand and jacked it roughly. Kyle tightened his hold, torquing Justin's shoulders as Jase attacked his abs with teeth and tongue. Justin whimpered softly, his massive, fatigued muscles useless against a pair of seasoned, cocksure college jocks who held his very manhood in their hands.
"This isn't like high school is it, kid?" I whispered to Carter, touching off a flurry of giggles all around. The other guys - Greg, Travis, Duncan - had crowded in behind us to watch as well.
Jase knelt on the shower stall floor, held the base of Justin's cock firmly and took the swollen cock head in his lips. Justin moaned long and low as Jase began jabbing it in and out of his mouth, still vigorously stroking the root. He dove down on it longer and deeper, releasing his grip and taking every inch of Justin's meat into his mouth. His hand slid around Justin's ass cheek, fingers dug into his crack, found Justin's hole and stretched it wide.
Justin twitched and jerked anxiously as he felt a swarm of new sensations running through his body - Kyle's torturous hold and Jase's ball squeezing and ass probing and ruthless sucking - pain and pleasure mixed until they'd become inseparable. Suddenly he shuddered and his muscles seemed to go slack. It was like he shot off a flare gun, a visible signal to Jase and Kyle and all the rest of us watching, the moment he gave in, his mind and body switched over to autopilot and surrendered themselves to whatever his handlers desired.
Jase's fingers slid out of Justin's hole and eased Kyle's cock in to take their place. Justin yelped and moaned loudly as Kyle's meat entered him, slow and smooth, an inch at a time. He grimaced and growled as his hole became acclimated to the feeling. Before long he was urging Kyle, "More! Give me more! God damn it! More cock, please, please, more!".
Jase backed out of the way as Kyle mashed Justin against the tiled wall of the steamy shower stall and began banging him with long, deep strokes. Justin grunted and yelped, every bit the stud wrestler, learning his lesson the hard way - the only way that counted. Kyle pounded and pounded, then pulled Justin off the wall and kissed him sensuously as Jase moved in from behind and took over. Justin wrapped his arms around Kyle, making out furiously with him while Jase sank his thick cock in and pumped him strong and hard.
Soon enough I saw Jase's muscles tighten, his face strain, his banging become more and more urgent. He let out a loud grunt and a groan and shot his load into Justin, clutching him tightly. As soon as he pulled out Kyle was back on target, hammering Justin's ass, driving his cock in as deep as he could. Justin had reached his limit; he couldn't hold out any longer. He erupted in a huge spurt that splattered onto the wall, just as Kyle roared and bucked and unloaded into him. The three studs clasped each other tight, muscles straining to squeeze each other with all their remaining strength, draining their loads together as the shower gently washed away their sweat and soap suds and splattered cream.
Back in the dorm that night, Carter and Travis and I chattered and giggled excitedly about all we'd done and seen as we peeled our gear off and hopped into bed together. Travis slid in between us as usual, and we stroked and kissed and licked his body devotedly. He'd become sort of a mascot to us, our house pet. Carter and I loved each other more than anything and nothing could ever change that but taking care of Travis was something we'd both committed to, until he found a brother of his own. He was always so eager to please us and so careful to respect our feelings for each other. It was never any trouble to have him over for the night.
Travis moved down the mattress and began sucking our cocks dutifully, back and forth, one and then the other. Carter and I each reached a hand down and stroked his head, shoulders and neck as we made out with each other. It was so relaxing to kick back together like that, my brother and I side by side sharing our souls while Travis slurped our cocks until we poured our cream into his mouth. When he'd swallowed the very last drop we traded places, Travis easing back on the pillow while Carter and I double-teamed his cock and balls with lips and tongues. The two of us giggled mischievously as we teased him, nibbling and sucking while Travis whimpered and yelped and finally shot his juice all over himself, Carter and I racing each other to lick him clean.
All three of us relaxed together sharing the single bunk, our muscles meshed together comfortably.
"Travis, what do you think of Justin?" I asked.
"He's a great wrestler."
"I mean as a man."
He gave a look to each of us. "Justin's a fucking stud. He's drop dead gorgeous. I'd give anything to have those big arms wrapped around me."
"You'd be okay with taking on a guy his size?" Carter asked.
"Oh fuck yeah. His cock would probably wreck me the first time - the first ten times - but I'd get used to it. I'd love every minute. It'd be my goddamn dream come true."
"I bet he'd like you too," I said.
Carter and I held Travis close and traded a devious look.
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