The final meet of the season was at home. It was Senior Night, the last time Jase, Kyle, and a couple of the others would ever compete in our own arena, in front of our own fans. And for us, maybe the last time we'd ever get a chance to see them wrestle for our school in person, wearing our colors. They'd be going on to the Big Ten championships and then to the NCAA's but there wasn't any budget to bring redshirts along for the ride.
It was an emotional night for everyone. Even juniors like Greg went after their opponents extra hard to send their senior teammates off on a high note. Carter, Travis and I yelled our lungs out for our guys on every match - and when our mentors were on the mat, we were absolutely rabid.
I loved watching Jase wrestle so much. His body alone got me fired up beyond belief, his huge lean muscles bulging out of his skin with almost unreal definition, shifting and flexing with his every move. But seeing him dominate another man, watching as he took his opponent to the mat, locked up his arms and legs, immobilized him, broke him down with hips mashed against hips, rode him hard - tight Spandex stretched across muscular ass cheeks, stiff cock jammed against his victim's crack - with a slathering of sweat, and animal grunts, and a ton of testosterone, holy fuck, what a beast! I was boned from the moment the ref blew the first whistle.
Carter was just as transfixed watching Kyle. It was a special relationship between mentor and boy; those guys were truly our heroes. All the hours we'd spent on the mat, all the after-hours I'd taken Jase's cock and given him mine, had forged a bond that could never be broken. I remembered what he'd told me the very first night I became his boy - he was my coach, my dad, my drill instructor, my older brother. And so much more. A bond that would last a lifetime; that's what he'd promised, and that's what we had. And I knew Carter felt the same for Kyle, just as Travis did for Greg. It's what our family was all about.
Our mentors all three won their matches. First Greg at 141 lbs, then Jase at 176, and Kyle at 189. We boys hugged each other on the sidelines, yelling even louder - Travis trading huge grins with his brother Justin in the stands - feeling every bit as if we'd been down there on the mat ourselves, wrestling our hearts out side by side with those gorgeous studs. Our hormones were raging hard; it was everything I could do to keep from grabbing Carter and making out with him in front of the whole crowd, dropping to my knees and swallowing his cock right down to the root. I couldn't wait to get him alone.
But after the meet there was a big team dinner, with coaches and parents and everybody. We were all but busting out of our skins just trying to sit still through it. God, I needed to fuck so bad. I needed to be fucked. I needed to lick and suck and swallow, to feel a pair of strong ripped arms squeezing me. I needed to be on a wrestling mat surrounded by bare hard cocks and sweat and muscle, grinding our bodies together, splattered with my brothers' hot cum, gushing my own load until I was so depleted I couldn't move.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief when Jase pulled me aside and whispered, "After this, we're going to Duncan's."
We raced over to Duncan's place once our team responsibilities were done, boys and mentors paired up as usual - Greg and Travis, Carter and Kyle, Jase and me. And Justin too, on his own. As soon as we hit the wrestling room we all peeled off our clothes and began oiling each other up, seven ripped, muscled bodies with rock hard cocks aching for action, big grins on all of our faces. But as eager as we were, we waited until our host arrived to get things started. Duncan was truly the head of our family, like a father to us all. We wanted more than anything to show ourselves off to him and make him proud.
Soon enough we heard footsteps on the stairs... two sets. Duncan came into view, followed by another guy I didn't recognize. Smaller but very muscular, a handsome guy in obviously great shape. He looked us over with a wrestler's focused stare, sizing each of us up in turn.
"Oh my God!" Greg blurted out, rushed to the guy and flung his arms around him. They held each other and kissed for what seemed like minutes on end.
I gave Jase a questioning look. "It's Ben," he whispered. "Ben Hammond. Greg's brother."
"Where's he been?" I asked.
"Locked up. He got into some trouble last summer. He was out one night and saw a couple guys, big football player types, picking on a gay kid. He stepped in and tried to break it up and they attacked him. Ben put 'em down."
"But if they attacked him... it was self defense, right?"
"Yeah, you'd think. But they were only seventeen - and he put 'em both in the hospital with broken bones. The judge gave him six months in state prison."
"Fuck!"
Duncan separated the two and called out to the rest of us.
"Everybody, welcome your brother Ben back to the group. His scholarship has been reinstated. He'll be wrestling with the team in the fall. And he'll be back here with us starting right now."
We applauded and threw out a few words of encouragement.
"He looks a little overdressed," Kyle cracked. "What'sa matter? You forgot how we do things around here?"
Ben grinned and rubbed his T-shirt, half-soaked with Greg's oil and plastered to his chest. He peeled it off and tossed it aside, then kicked off his shoes, stripped out of his jeans and briefs. We all gathered around him and oiled him down, seven pairs of hands rubbing and gripping and smoothing the olive oil over his body. I'll admit it was a thrill to run my hands over his flesh, those shredded muscles as hard as iron but responding to every touch. It wasn't long at all until he was truly in step with the rest of us, his cock a whopping hunk of meat that not even Jase or Kyle could match, stiff and thick and pointing straight up at the ceiling.
Duncan shed his own clothes, showing off his world class physique. A feeling of pride welled up in my chest just to look at him and know he'd chosen me to be part of this. He stroked his cock casually as he looked over all the wrestlers eager for action, eager to please him. Eager to prove ourselves worthy of being his family.
"Okay smartass," he said to Kyle, "you think you know how we do things around here? Get out there with your boy and show us."
Carter flashed me a big grin and bounded onto the mat, following Kyle's lead respectfully like a good boy. They squared off against one another, staring each other down. Duncan barked, "Go!" and they crashed together.
Everyone was riveted as those two perfect bodies mashed and slipped and slid against each other, sweat mixing with oil giving their smooth skins a magnificent glossy sheen. I cheered on my true brother while Jase yelled for his, stoking up a rivalry that I knew we'd settle between us on the mat. My cock ached so damn bad; my hole twitched every time I heard that juicy smacking sound of flesh on oily flesh. Pecs, abs, biceps, triceps meshing and tangling; thick quads, stiff cocks, muscled ass cheeks jousting and straining. It was a sight that made me drip.
My brother drew on all his skills but his mentor had him outclassed. Carter fought like mad and Kyle was tired from his earlier match but in the end he was just too big, too strong. He finally corralled Carter, turned him for the fall. We all hushed and watched with anticipation as Kyle straddled his boy, rocked his hips back to press his hole to the tip of Carter's cock, took that thick long meat in smoothly and began riding it like a champ.
It was the tradition in our family. When we lost a match and let down the team we'd need to pound an ass to recover our confidence. But when one of us crushed an opponent he wanted cock, cock, and more cock. Taking a brother's meat is what bonded us, gave us our sense of kinship, and made us truly feel like men.
The rest of the group watched silently as Kyle bounced on his boy's cock, Carter flexing his hips in rhythm to drive in even deeper. All eyes were on Carter's thick stiff rod as it slid in and out of Kyle's hole, smooth and glistening. I loved seeing my buddy fuck with such passion. But I didn't get to savor it long before I heard Duncan calling out, "Jase! You and your boy are up!"
Jase hopped to his feet and strode onto the mat with me following close on his heels. We grinned at each other - he was so damn handsome it would've made my knees wobble, if I hadn't been so fired up to wrestle. I tensed, every muscle in my body set to launch myself into him. Duncan gave us the word and we locked up in a collar tie, both of us jockeying for advantage already dripping sweat, arms bulging, legs straining, our cocks hard and ready.
Jase feinted, then tried to catch me off guard with a duck under - but I knew his moves too well, and thanks to my brother and his mentor I knew all the counter-moves too. As he dropped beneath my arm I snagged him in a headlock, spun and heaved with all my strength at the instant he was off balance in a surprise attack that put him down, his back to the mat. Jase was startled; his eyes gaped wide. The guys on the sidelines howled.
He scrambled quickly to recover his base, and in a moment he'd turned and established a stable position on all fours. I knew next he'd use his leg strength to regain his footing - but I'd already spun around behind him, and wasn't about to let that happen. I wrapped both arms tight around his torso, pressed my chest to his back and drove forward hard, forcing him to support our combined weight on his arms and taking away all hope of rising to his feet. He tried bringing a knee forward for leverage but I managed to get a leg in and tangled up with his, kept his knees splayed out and useless. The best he could do was lurch forward, inches at a time in jerky little bursts - until we were side by side with Kyle and Carter, still grunting and banging away at each other so close we could reach over and touch them.
I tightened my hold and locked Jase down even harder, determined to keep him captive. His big ripped muscles felt incredible in my arms, mashed against my chest, tangled up in my legs. His beefy bare flesh was strained taut, his shaved smooth skin drenched in oil and sweat both his and mine. Our two bodies, naked, overheating, clenched together inseparably were like a single wild beast grunting and snorting and panting, yearning for gratification and release, oozing testosterone and lust.
My cock was as rigid as it had ever been in my life. My hero, my mentor, that fucking stud was all mine. I was in control and it was time to let him know it.
I flexed my hips to rub my hard shaft against his crack. Jase grunted appreciatively. I clenched him even tighter, my head mashed between his shoulder blades as I reared back and pressed my swollen cock head to his hole. Without waiting for a go-ahead I pushed it in, spreading open his pucker and sinking my shaft into him inch by inch, slow and steady until it was completely buried. Jase moaned long and low as the guys on the sidelines hooted and urged me on.
Seamlessly we shifted from a competitive wrestling match to mutual, unbridled fucking, like two sides of the same coin. I plunged into Jase again and again, pumping my meat into his ass, and he yelped and yelled out with pleasure, as if he'd never needed anything so bad in his life - and needed it harder, harder!
"Greg!" I heard Duncan shout. "Grab your boy and get in there!" And then a moment later, "Go!"
I didn't dare turn my head to look for fear of losing my focus but I could feel the impact of Greg and Travis slamming each other to the mat. It made me even more excited to be fucking Jase on the mat while two guys wrestled their hearts out just a few feet away. Each thud I felt made my cock stiffer, made me pound him even harder, made me strain to reach in even deeper. And Jase's deep moans and yelps told me he enjoyed it every bit as much as I did.
Kyle reached over and began stroking Jase's cock while I fucked him. Jase was nearly beside himself, squirming and whimpering frantically from the intense pleasure we gave him. I reached over and cradled Carter's head, pulled him toward me and kissed him, making out hungrily as he grabbed Kyle's cock and jacked it forcefully, the four of us locked up with each other in one big melee of nonstop brotherly love.
Soon enough the nearby sounds of combat leveled off. I heard Greg's familiar yelp and I knew Travis had entered him and was giving him a good pounding, somewhere just behind my back. I straightened with a jolt when I felt a finger probing into my hole, then relaxed and banged Jase even harder as Travis tickled and teased my insides. Kyle flung his free arm back and wrapped up Travis's head while grinding down on Carter's cock relentlessly. I groped behind me blindly, found Greg's hand searching for mine, interlaced my fingers with his and squeezed tight.
God, it was so fucking satisfying to be sharing that connection with all my brothers, no shyness, no restraint, just a bunch of overheated stud wrestlers who knew how to make each other feel good and weren't ashamed to do it. I felt bad for all those jocks who secretly lusted for muscle but were too repressed to reach out and grab what was rightfully theirs. It was so fucking special to be part of a family who'd go to any length for each other, who understood one another's needs and were willing and eager to meet them, head on.
Travis was the first to blow. I heard him cry out and knew he was blasting his load, slamming his meat into Greg's tight hole and dousing his insides with cum. Greg lost control next, and with his hot cream splattering everywhere it spread through the rest of us like dominoes. Each one of us erupted, boys shooting into their mentors and mentors gushing over the mat, themselves, their boys, each other, until all six of us were spurting out our juices together and hot thick cream ran in sluggish streams along sculpted abs and flawless pecs and nipples, trickled out of reamed holes between perfect rounded cheeks, over massive thighs, ripped muscles shuddering and quivering as our bodies jerked and thrashed and jolted, spewing out our seed for each other.
Someone jammed his fingers into my mouth, dripping with cum; I sucked and licked and swallowed every drop, eyes closed, never knowing whose fingers or whose cum. It didn't matter. We were all family.
One by one we finally collapsed, our muscles slack and exhausted. I kissed Jase long and slow, licked the last of his cum from his abs and sucked the last few drops from his cock, then wrapped my arms around Carter and held him tight. We all lay together for a minute or two, savoring the bond we shared.
"All right, clear off the mat!" Duncan barked. "One more match to go! Ben! Justin! Get to it!"
We all crawled to the sidelines and gazed in wonder as the last two stepped into the circle. After watching our spectacle, both of them were ramrod-hard and dripping. They squared off, Justin a full head taller than Ben and four weight classes above him; we could see from his stance that he wasn't taking the match seriously. But when Duncan gave the word Ben shot like lightning, and Justin was on the mat before he knew what hit him.
He wasn't near strong enough to hold Justin down; the big guy escaped in seconds. But as soon as he regained his feet Ben shot in and put him down again, and again, and again, slamming him harder and harder into the mat each time. It was a survival tactic he'd practiced over and over in prison; nobody will ever fuck with you if you can put down the biggest guy in the room at will, so quickly he doesn't even see it coming.
Justin was frustrated beyond belief. He'd never in his life been manhandled like that - every move he made, he was on his back again in a heartbeat, wallowing in our leftover sweat and oil and cum. Finally he just refused to get up again and lay on the mat face down, his big muscles tensed, actual tears streaming down his face. Ben moved in and lay on top of him, wrapped his arms around and crooned into his ear.
"Hey big guy, it's okay. You're doing fine."
"No I'm not, I'm a fuckin' loser!" Justin sobbed.
"You're not. You're a winner. You just need training. That's what you're here for - right?"
Justin nodded with eyes shut tight as Ben slowly, gently eased his legs apart. An oily finger slid along Justin's crack, probed his hole - making the big guy twitch.
"You're still a boy, aren't you? You want to be a man - don't you?"
"Uh huh. Yeah. Yes, sir."
Ben smiled, and pressed his fat cock head to Justin's hole. The big guy groaned pitifully as he pushed it in, deeper and deeper, his horse cock stretching that high school sphincter to limits it had never experienced before. Justin grunted and yelped and moaned as Ben began to pump him, still gentle but giving him an ample taste of what a "smaller" guy could do. We all watched longingly as Justin took that cock, revived and perked up as Ben began to drive harder and harder, yelled and begged for more, more, more, demanding a world class pounding that Ben was only too happy to give.
Justin erupted like a waterspout, flooding the mat with hot syrup, his ass clenching and gripping that oversized shank. Ben unleashed inside him, bucking and slamming his hole with no mercy, draining his thick milky fluids into the big guy's guts. They shuddered and twitched together, then held each other and kissed, Justin's eyes now full of genuine respect.
"Justin!" Duncan called out. "Ben's gonna be your full time mentor from now on. Got it?"
"Yes sir!"
The boys cleaned up as usual while the mentors hit the showers. Justin and Travis swung the mop, Carter and I moved in afterward to rub the mat down with towels. The two of us were last in the shower. After a very long evening it felt so great to finally be alone with him again. We held each other in our arms as the steamy water poured over us.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," I answered.
"You make this so special for me. The team, the family, everything. It wouldn't mean anything without you."
"You're my whole world," I told him.
Carter grinned at me mischievously. We were playing a game - but not playing. Daring each other to top the last comeback, but telling the absolute truth.
"I'd be lost without you. I wouldn't know what to do. I couldn't go on."
"You'll never be without me. I'll always be with you. I'm yours. Forever."
He grinned even broader, reached down and squeezed my cock.
"You're a good boy," he said.
"You're a good boy too."
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It plumped and stiffened, just as my own cock did in his hand. We kissed, and two sets of soapy fingers slid around and probed each other's holes.
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