Justin needed discipline.
It was partly our own fault for bringing him into the family last spring while he was still in high school. He was one of us, nobody ever doubted that he belonged, but he hadn't been through the same kind of training. He hadn't learned what it meant to be somebody's boy. We'd allowed him to get cocky and feel like he was already a full-fledged brother without ever having to pay the price.
Justin's wrestling skills were beyond amazing; he had more natural talent than anyone in our program by far since Duncan Kirk. In high school things had been easy for him. He plowed through all his opponents with ease; hardly any of them had even lasted into the third period. That meant he didn't need to last through an entire match either. But he couldn't count on that kind of success against a wrestler from a major college program. He'd have to learn to wrestle hard the entire seven minutes. Our mentors were determined to show him just how tough he needed to be.
Travis, Carter and I wouldn't miss it for the world.
On Justin's training night the three of us went over to Duncan's to use his gym equipment. Of course we were going through the motions of weight training but mostly keeping our eyes on the mat. We stripped down to our jocks and loaded up some plates on the bench. It felt great to work out like that, so much better than dealing with shirts and shorts and shoes in the weight room on campus. More natural and more dialed into ourselves. And the view was a lot nicer too.
Jase and Kyle were already warmed up when Ben brought Justin in. He'd be paired off wrestling with Kyle since they were close to the same size, and Ben would be calling the shots. They began with leg attack drills, singles and doubles from both sides, and when Justin was consistently scoring the takedowns they moved on to mat returns.
Over and over Justin lifted Kyle's full weight off his feet and threw him down to the mat, only to have Kyle regain his base and pop back up again. Ben would bark out another order and Justin had to lift him and throw him down once more. The drills were definitely taking their toll. Before long Justin was dripping sweat, red faced and panting. But he wasn't about to beg for a rest when he glanced over to the edge of the mat and saw Duncan sitting there, looking him over like a college scout eyeing a brand new prospect.
"That's enough," Ben called out sharply. "Good job. Let's go to an unstructured format."
"Unstructured?" Justin asked uncertainly.
"Playtime."
Kyle grinned, stripped down naked and grabbed the bottle of olive oil. Justin quickly shed his own shorts and they rubbed the oil all over themselves and over each other until both had a nice slick shiny coating. We grinned at each other, abandoned our sets and sat together on the bench watching eagerly as Kyle and Justin squared off with stiffening cocks. Ben shouted out, "Go!" and it began.
Those two bull studs clashed at the center of the mat to the sound of thunderous footfalls, bellowing grunts and flesh smacking against sweaty, oily flesh. They pawed each other for handholds, bare feet digging for traction but their big muscled bodies were just too slick to control; soon they both tumbled to the mat tangled up in a beefy snarl. Kyle attacked savagely but Justin squirmed away, their torsos twisting free of each other with a visceral slurping sound.
I elbowed Travis and Carter and motioned to the mat with my head. We crept right up to the edge and sat crosslegged watching the action closely. The three of us were transfixed by the sight of all that naked muscle rippling and flexing, mashing and grinding together right in front of us. It wasn't long before we were boned up and aching to strip out of our jocks.
Carter reached over and began stroking my cock lightly through the mesh pouch, then slipped his fingers into the waistband and wrapped them around my shaft. I grinned and returned the favor, gripping his meat and rubbing casually. Travis's eyes were shooting back and forth from the match to our action on the sidelines, gazing at us hungrily. Carter smiled at him and reached over, squeezed his cock and began stroking him too. Soon we peeled off our jocks and huddled in close, Carter in the middle with a cock in each hand, me on the left with a grip on his cock and an arm around his waist, Travis on the right with an arm around Carter's shoulders and a playful hand fondling and tickling his balls.
Jase glanced over at us and rolled his eyes in mock disdain.
Justin and Kyle were beginning to wear down. They seemed to be moving in slow motion and we figured they couldn't last much longer. But our eyes widened as Duncan shed his clothes on the sidelines, grabbed the bottle of oil and began lubing himself up, his big cock pointing at the ceiling. At the next break in the action Duncan moved in, pulled Kyle away and took his place.
"Second period," Ben called out.
Justin groaned at the thought of having to go up against the master, his longtime idol, at a time when he was nearly exhausted - but the thought of it energized him too. Maybe his dream was to wrestle Duncan, or maybe it was the two of them rolling around naked together, but he found a reserve of strength and suddenly he was right back in it again.
Duncan was long retired but he sure wasn't a bit out of shape. And let's face it, he was still only 33 - a stud in his prime. Wrestling had been his whole life; there was nothing he loved more than putting in a hard fought match. He pounced on Justin like a dominant male lion going after a young upstart rival.
We gaped in amazement as Duncan put on a skill show, corralling Justin, driving him to the mat and smashing him down - he was truly the king of the oil match. But Justin was ungodly strong; nobody could hold him for long. They clashed and rolled around together, broke free and clashed again, oily muscles gleaming as they strained to overpower each other, cocks jutting out like sturdy tree trunks beating and grinding against each other forcefully. Duncan clearly had the advantage but Justin wasn't used to being beaten, not by anyone. He fought wildly, unwilling to give in for a moment until Duncan finally began to falter, ran out of gas and broke his hold and backed away gasping for breath.
And then Jase stepped in.
"Third period," Ben shouted.
Justin could only grin and shake his head panting heavily as Jase squared off with him, oiled up and on point, his body and his fighting spirit looking razor sharp. They tied up quickly, Justin bringing his weight to bear trying to wear down and throw his smaller opponent, Jase working the angles picking apart the big guy's defenses. A quick duck-under and they were both down on the mat, bodies slipping and sliding together. Jase spun around and tried to establish control but Justin countered, bucking off the attack and snaring Jase's wriggling torso with his massive arms.
It always got me so fucking horned to watch my mentor wrestle. Jase was hands down the hottest looking stud on the planet; nothing but lean ripped muscle head to toe in flawless proportion. His meaty pecs, the chiseled eight-pack, biceps and triceps bulging out of his burly, veiny arms. Delts, traps, rhomboids, wide-spread lats, erectors like a pair of axe handles. Beefy quads. Gorgeous hams. I could sit and stare at his muscled ass cheeks for days and days.
My cock was as stiff as a flagpole watching those two studs tangle. I was dreaming about all the times it'd been Jase and me oiled up on the mat, the way we'd brawl until he eventually subdued me, then shove his thick cock into me and pound away until we were both gushing out our juices. With my cock held tight in my brother's fist I was oozing precum loving all the sights and sounds and smells of brutal combat. Every once in a while Carter would smile at me, bend his head down and lick off the tip. God, I was so lucky to be a wrestler. What other sport had this to offer?
Jase was slowly wearing the big guy down. Justin was battling his heart out but it had been a long night of wrestling and he couldn't stand up to Jase's constant attacks. He still wasn't about to lose the match though - he locked Jase up in a bear hug and held tight, immobilizing him. And I don't think I'd ever in my life seen anything as hot as Jase struggling and straining to escape while Justin wrapped around him like a beefy octopus, keeping him a helpless captive.
Finally Ben called a stalemate and they released each other and backed off. Jase plodded off the mat but Ben motioned Justin to center - and then grabbed the olive oil and greased himself up.
"Overtime," he said. "Sudden victory."
Justin faced off against his mentor, clearly gassed. His movements were slow and lumbering, his arms and legs as heavy as logs. At nearly forty pounds lighter Ben couldn't possibly win on strength but he was also fresh and lightning fast. He shot in on a single-leg, snagged an ankle and in a heartbeat slammed Justin to the mat. The big guy recovered his base on all fours but was too damn tired to stand. Ben moved in from behind and pried Justin's knees apart wide.
"Now you're gonna learn what wrestling's all about," he said.
We all watched eagerly as Ben pressed his shank to Justin's hole; Travis, Carter and I still stroking each other, Duncan, Kyle and Jase sprawled comfortably together nearby, drenched in sweat. Ben pushed his cock in slowly drawing a long low moan from his boy, then grunts and yelps as he began pumping in and out. Justin took it like a champ. Like so many big bull studs he loved to be put in his place, loved to be manhandled and used and fucked by a guy who was man enough to take charge. Ben may have been smaller but he was tough as nails in ways a schoolboy like Justin couldn't even approach - and Justin wanted nothing so much as to feel that toughness plunging deep inside him.
Ben pounded him with long hard thrusts, his hips smacking solidly against Justin's muscled ass cheeks while the big guy snorted and bellowed and bucked like a branded steer. We reveled in the sight of their oily muscles heaving and rippling, their shaved smooth bodies glistening under the lights, a display of raw animal sex at a level of fury we'd never seen, like two wild beasts crashing together. Justin howled with pleasure as Ben slammed harder and harder, then tensed and drove in long and deep. His eyes glazed over and his body twitched and shuddered. He pulled out of Justin with a rope of spent cream dribbling thick and hot from his cock, wobbled to his feet and turned to Jase.
"The boy's not done yet. Show him what you're made of."
Jase stepped up eagerly and took Ben's place. Justin let out a fresh howl as a brand new cock bored into him, longer and thicker than before. Jase banged him furiously using every ounce of his strength, rocking Justin's whole body with every stroke. The big guy braced himself on the mat as Jase got a toehold and leaned in with his chest against Justin's back, wrapped his arms around and plowed into him from behind again and again. They moaned and grunted and wailed together; sweat dripped from Jase's forehead and rolled off Justin's back, their overheated bodies steaming. I heard Jase's voice rise in urgency, saw his body jolt and jerk and I knew he was pitching his load deep into Justin. He staggered off to the sidelines and motioned for the next man up.
Kyle took his turn, pumping Justin's ass with all his strength and blowing long and hard, one big guy to another. And then Duncan, ramming in and grinding away, putting his years of mentoring experience into every driving thrust. Justin seemed to be energized by taking his hero's cock; he growled and moaned wildly, bucking and thrashing and begging for more. As Duncan finished him off the big guy unleashed a monumental load, hosing down the mat with one huge spurt after another, each one rocking his entire massive frame. We were so engrossed by the scene we dropped each other's cocks, gripped hands and held on tight. At the end of it Justin crumpled quivering onto the mat in a pool of sweat and oil and cum, tears flooding down his face.
"Now you know your place," Ben told him. "Now you're really one of us."
"And don't ever fuckin' forget we love ya, ya mutt," Kyle added. "All of us. Especially that one," nodding to Ben, "and that one," pointing to Travis.
"Welcome to the family," Duncan said.
Travis rushed onto the mat and knelt down at his brother's side. Without a word he began massaging Justin's muscles and bringing him back to life. Justin looked up at him and smiled.
"Sorry about the mess," he said.
"Don't worry," Travis told him. "I'll get the mop. We'll clean it up together."
Back in our dorm room, Carter and I dove into the bottom bunk together and held each other tenderly, a much needed contrast to the savage display we'd witnessed. Mentors are good for one thing, brothers for another. Our smooth skins grazed against each other lighting up our nerve endings, making us tingle all over. We held each other close and kissed, lips and tongues connecting us seamlessly, sharing our thoughts and feelings freely. We lay there awhile gazing into each other's eyes in the dark, smiling and gently stroking each other's bodies.
"Do you remember your first time with Kyle?" I asked him.
"Sure. Of course."
"What was it like?"
Carter chuckled. "It was pretty rough. He gave it to me good. But I trusted him, I knew it was what I needed. And I wanted it bad."
"Did he hurt you?"
"I was pretty sore for a couple days. The first few times with him, actually. I was just starting to get used to it when you and I got together."
I looked away, embarrassed. "I hated you, you know. Before they made us brothers."
For some reason that made his cock grow longer and stiffer.
"I know. It's okay. It means you had a crush on me, you just didn't know it."
"Did you hate me too?"
"No. I knew I had a crush on you. But you were the enemy, the guy I had to beat."
And that made my own cock stiffen. I pulled him close, held him tight and kissed him.
"How about you and Jase?" he asked me. "What was your first time like?"
I smiled. "I was in fucking heaven. I idolized him so much. I was so damn thrilled that he wanted me. It was the best day of my life."
"Oh yeah?"
"Up to that point, yeah. I've had better ones since."
"So, which one was the best ever?"
"Today."
He looked at me strangely. "Why?"
"Because you're here with me right now, this minute. And any time you're with me feels better than any other day I've ever had in my life." Holy fuck, did that come out of me? I might as well be in grade school making valentines out of red construction paper. I'm a wrestler, god damn it - I don't say shit like that. But I meant every motherfucking word.
Carter grinned. "It could be better."
"How?"
"If I was sucking your cock, and you were sucking mine."
I grinned back at him, and without another word we repositioned ourselves on the bed. His cock was sticking out thick and juicy in front of me and I gave it a lick and took it in my lips and sucked it in, and flexed my hips to give him easy access to mine. My meat slid into his warm wet mouth and it felt like fucking magic. I opened my throat and took him in, swallowed him all the way to his balls, and he buried my cock in his mouth and tickled my balls and teased my hole, his fingers probing in as we sucked and slurped and bobbed up and down on each other.
He was right. The best day of my life just got even better.
A lot of you guys have been bugging me about Justin's training so I hope this scratches your itch! He'll be back along with all his brothers, there'll be plenty of action to come as we head into the season. So, stay tuned! And please after you blow a nice hot load consider making a donation to the site, so my family of wrestlers and all the other smoking hot stories will always have a home!