November and December were dedicated to warm-ups and fine tuning. We wrestled a few out-of-conference duals both above and below our own level, and a tournament that drew some tough competition but not the top programs of the Big Ten. Our guys held up pretty well. Carter was magnificent, taking apart his opponents one after the next - I loved watching him so fucking much. I got through my own matches too, with only one loss to a highly ranked guy from Virginia Tech. Justin was making the leap from high school to college and learning fast; he'd be more than ready in time for the conference schedule.
Travis was struggling a bit and it seemed to me the problem began with his mentor. Greg was all over the map. He was dropping matches he had no business losing, making mental errors, skipping his one-on-one sessions with Travis for no good reason. His head was clearly somewhere else.
"What the fuck's up with him?" I asked Jase one evening at Duncan's. He was drilling me on my crossface defense, grinding me mercilessly into the mat while I struggled to squirm out from under his muscled, sweaty body. I needed a breather and figured a moment's rest with that stud on top of me sure couldn't be all bad.
"Not your problem," he growled in my ear. "You've got your own shit to worry about."
"The hell you say! Greg's a mess, and he's screwing up Travis! It's my problem, it's your problem, it's all our problem!"
"Later!!" Jase shoved his arm across my face and snagged my elbow, jammed his shoulder in and dumped me onto my back. "This is training time, goddammit!"
He was right, I was here to be mentored - but I wasn't about to let it drop. When we'd finished our drills I stripped down naked and grabbed the olive oil from the cupboard. I was rubbing it onto his back, Jase grunting appreciatively as my hands massaged his huge lats. It was as good a time to bring it up again as any.
"So, what's up with Greg?" I asked.
He turned and looked me over, annoyed at first, then took the olive oil from me and gently smoothed a little onto my stiff cock.
"Greg and Ben are having trouble," he said. "They were apart for almost a year. They haven't managed to get back in sync with each other yet."
I gaped at him in disbelief. "But... they're brothers. How can they not get along?"
"Ben isn't the same guy he was when he left. He spent nine months in prison. It's a fuck of an adjustment... for both of them."
"No." I shook my head. "They're not allowed to be having trouble. It's not their choice. They're brothers and they need to support each other, no matter what."
"We have to let them work it out."
"Not when it's hurting the rest of our family. Not when it's hurting Travis. We need to get them back on track."
Jase smiled and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against his bare oily chest. "What are you gonna do? Have an intervention?"
"Damn right."
He held me even tighter and flexed his hips back and forth, grinding his massive hard cock against mine. I clung to him, laid my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck as a hand slid down my crack and he fingered my hole.
"So..." I ventured, "are we gonna wrestle some more?"
He shrugged, and slid his fingers in deeper. "Sure, if that's what you want to call it."
I grinned. "Fine by me."
I kissed his collarbone, moved down farther and began sucking and chewing on his nipple. Jase made a low growling sound, stroked my head, then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me down lower. I licked and kissed his chiseled abs as I slowly dropped to my knees, stared at that big beautiful cock in front of me and took it in my lips.
Jase would always be a god to me, a personal hero. I worshiped him even before he became my mentor. I could suck his thick veiny cock for days and days. I slid it all the way into my mouth, pushed it right down my throat, tickling and playing with his balls. It wasn't long at all before I could taste his salty precum dribbling onto my tongue. I clamped my hands to his ass cheeks and squeezed, dragged my lips back over his shaft all the way to the tip and then plunged it in deep again, over and over until it began to twitch and throb. I wanted so badly to swallow that big stud's load.
But Jase had a better idea. He pushed me back off his cock, pushed me down to the mat and turned me around on all fours. I gave my ass to him eagerly; he pressed his swollen head to my hole and shoved it in. I felt that thick shaft filling me inch by inch, spreading and stretching me. His arms wrapped around me and his chest pressed to my back and he humped me like an animal, driving that meat into me making me feel every thrust, every glutted vein as it pumped in and out of my tight sphincter.
He let out a bellow and blasted his thick hot load into me, reached around and jacked my cock and I lost my own load too, spasming and spurting all over the mat while he drenched my insides with his cream. My whole body tingled and jerked with energy as I poured my juice out and felt his thick cock gushing into me. We collapsed onto the mat together and he held me in his arms; I pressed my hot oily body to his and felt the way our hearts pounded together in our chests. I loved having his arms around me and his hot cum deep inside me. I'd always be Jase's boy.
"We're gonna fix things between Ben and Greg," I told him.
Jase stroked my head and smiled. "Whatever you say."
Back at the dorm Carter and I were cuddling in the bottom bunk together, stroking each other's muscles and making out. Nothing too hot and heavy, just relaxing naked together and making each other feel good the way two brothers should, enjoying the way our smooth bodies were grinding against one another. I told him all about what was going on with Ben and Greg and what I wanted to do.
"Who was Ben's mentor?" he asked me.
"A guy named Evan. He lives in California now."
"What about Greg's mentor?" He kissed my neck and my breastbone.
I grunted softly. "Matthew. California too. They're brothers."
"Can we get them to come out here?" Carter squeezed my pec and began gnawing gently on my nipple as I massaged his traps and delts.
"I don't know... but I don't want to wait and see. We need to take care of this as soon as possible, so we'll have to plan on doing it all ourselves."
"Okay."
His fingers wrapped around my cock and stroked it slowly. My back arched instinctively and I moaned long and low; a swell of pleasure lit up my groin and crept all the way down to my toes. I cradled Carter's head in my hand, pulled him to me and kissed him.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes.
"Ben is the key. He's at the center of everything. It's like he doesn't fit in anymore. I think he just needs to be reminded what it means to be part of a family."
Carter kissed and licked his way down my torso as I spoke, from my neck to my navel. "What about Greg? He's gotta take part of the blame too."
"Yeah, he does. He should've been helping Ben, should've been a better brother. But if we can just get Ben back on board I think the rest of it falls into place."
He gave my stiff cock a nice long lick. "Go ahead, I'm listening," he said, as he took my meat into his mouth.
"Well I haven't figured out the specifics yet but it needs to involve all of us, the entire family. We need to - " My whole body twitched as my cock head entered Carter's throat. "We need to gang up on him, get him to accept his responsibility to all of us."
Carter slipped my cock out of his mouth. "So, tough love?"
"Yeah. Something like that." I repositioned myself for a good 69, thrust my cock toward Carter's mouth and gazed at his big beautiful meat. "If we need to beat it into the fucker we will. If we need to bang it into him... so be it."
I took his fat head into my lips, swirled my tongue around the edge. Fuck, he tasted good. I could lick my brother's dick every goddamn night for the rest of my life. He sucked my cock in and out, moved farther down to my balls, took one and then the other into his mouth and then both together. His tongue ran down farther still to the sensitive patch beneath my sack, following my crotch line straight to my crack while I buried his thick hard meat in my throat.
"Whoa," he said as he reached my still-gaping hole. "Looks like you've had quite a night. Jase?"
I backed off of his meat and grinned. "Yeah. But don't let that stop you. I'm always ready to take your load."
"Oh no you don't. There's no way I'm following that horse cock. You won't even feel me inside you."
I laughed. "Buddy, you're as thick as a goddamn cucumber. Believe me, I'll feel it."
"Nope. If you wanna blow out another one tonight you'll just have to rail my tight ass."
"Okay." I shrugged. "I can live with that. Doggie? Or cowboy?"
He rolled me onto my back, straddled me and lowered his ass to my cock.
I couldn't have been happier. Carter knew how to ride me like nobody else. And there was nothing in the world as hot as feeling his cum splattering over my abs, my chest, my face. Even better when he scooped it up and let me slurp it off his fingers.
We picked Thursday night for the ambush. It was Ben and Justin's regular night at Duncan's, and we monkeyed with the schedule so Greg and Travis would be there too. The rest of us - Jase, Kyle, Carter and me - just happened to be there for some weight training, pumping through a chest routine wearing nothing but our compression shorts while Ben and Greg ran the boys through their drills on the mat.
We could see the situation right off. The two of them looked awkward and uncomfortable sharing the mat, like there was an invisible wall between them. They weren't even looking at each other; in fact, they seemed to be trying hard not to. We traded glances between each other and shook our heads. No wonder Greg was screwing up and Travis was struggling. Ben had been getting through his matches so far on bottled up anger alone but that wouldn't be good enough once the real competitions began.
Pretty soon the four of us abandoned the pretense of working out and just sat there watching closely, lounging on the equipment together in a tight group, brothers and mentors leaning comfortably against each other enjoying the feeling of muscle on bare muscle. When the drills were done and the guys relaxed Kyle peeled down his shorts and stepped up to the mat, his big cock flopping.
"Let's go, Ben. You and me."
Ben stared back uncertainly. "Um... this is my time with Justin."
"I don't mind," Justin said quickly; of course he was in on the scheme. "You guys go ahead."
Kyle grinned. "Oil up, hotshot."
He grabbed the bottle from the cupboard and began smearing it over his muscles, his cock instantly rising to half mast. Ben stripped off his shorts and watched. His own cock was already hard from wrestling Justin but seemed to grow even larger as Kyle greased his massive body, then handed over the bottle and rubbed the excess all over Ben's back. They faced off and nobody had to wait for a signal; Kyle lunged in and bowled Ben over and in a heartbeat they were rolling around on the mat, their oily muscled bodies slipping and squirming against each other.
The rest of us crowded in at the edge of the mat for a good view. Travis and Justin cuddled up next to Carter and me, Jase and Greg on the other side and we all watched as those two studs scrambled and clashed. At a forty pound disadvantage Ben never stood a chance. It wasn't long before Kyle was on top of him mashing him into the stiff rubber foam, his huge thick cock firmly planted between Ben's cheeks. We gaped wide-eyed as Ben struggled madly to get free and Kyle methodically broke him down and reined him in.
The idea - and we'd all agreed to it - was that Ben had forgotten his place in the family and needed to be reminded. Kyle was our top shelf muscle stud and his meat was bigger than anyone's; we knew he'd be able to subdue Ben with ease and a good hard fuck with that monster cock was sure to put things in perspective. Sex and wrestling were what our family was all about. To us they were one and the same. Anybody who wrestled with us knew you had to have both together. Winner take whatever he pleases.
But Ben just wouldn't play along. Clearly outclassed and with no chance of escape, the guy refused to submit. He fought like a wild animal, grunting, thrashing and snarling even though the match was obviously done, and locking up his legs to keep Kyle from working his way in. It was a major breach of family protocol.
After a couple frustrating minutes Kyle looked back over his shoulder. "Guys, I'm gonna need some help here."
Jase and Justin smirked and plodded onto the mat. Each one grabbed a leg and pried them apart until they were spread open wide. Kyle squeezed Ben's knotted up ass cheeks and ran an oily finger along his crack to his hole.
"Relax, buttercup, this is for your own good."
But Ben only struggled more furiously. As Kyle fingered his hole he began yelling and screaming. I swear, he seemed completely out of his head, fighting against his own family like they were going to burn him at the stake. Tears flooded out of his eyes.
"Stop!" Greg shouted at the top of his lungs. "Leave him the fuck alone!"
Everyone froze, and for a moment the room was still except for Ben's weak whimpering and moaning. Carter and I traded confused looks. But Travis suddenly jumped up and stormed onto the mat, shoved Justin angrily and grabbed him by the arm.
"Let him go! Don't any of you fucking get it? Ben was in prison!"
Justin gaped at his brother. "But we're..."
"I SAID LET HIM GO!" He turned to Jase and shoved him too. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM!"
Slowly it sank in. Kyle rolled off Ben's back, Jase and Justin released his legs. Ben crawled to the far corner of the mat and sat huddled in a tight ball, sobbing. We were such fucking douchebags. It never occurred to us that all those stories about gang rapes behind bars were for real. But Greg surely knew; he sat with his head in his hands looking miserable as Ben kept on sobbing and wailing.
No wonder the two of them were having trouble. We sat and stared at each other, nobody knowing what to do. And then we heard the upstairs door open, and Duncan came tromping down the stairs with two muscled up guys in gym gear following close behind, handsome and ripped and about the same size as Carter and me. I didn't recognize them but Jase and Kyle seemed to. Their eyes widened.
"Ben!" the blond haired one called out, and at the sound of his voice Ben quit whimpering and looked up. The guy kicked his shoes off and strode onto the mat and knelt down, and Ben threw his arms around him like he was grabbing a life preserver. He buried his face in the guy's shoulder and the tears poured out. I knew without a second thought it was Evan, Ben's mentor.
The other guy, Matthew, wandered over to Greg and they clinched up in a hug. They kissed and squeezed each other while Evan stroked Ben's head and soothed him, peeled off Ben's T-shirt soaked with oil and tears, and held his boy close to his bare chest.
Duncan paced back and forth in front of us, scowling. Even Kyle seemed to shrink to half his size under the heat of his glare.
"What the hell are you people doing?" he barked. "Why would you ever try something like this without Evan and Matthew?"
Jase swallowed hard. "We didn't know if they'd come. We thought - "
"You were wrong. You never should have gone ahead without them. The bond between a mentor and his boy is special, stronger than anything. It carries through their entire lives. Of course they'd come. Nothing in the world would keep them away. Nothing else matters so much as taking care of your boy. And don't ever let me hear about any of you turning your back on your own boy when he needs your help."
He was right. One glance at Ben and Evan and we knew it. With their bodies enmeshed, Evan's rock solid muscles rippling and Ben's melting and quivering against him, we could almost see Ben healing and getting stronger on the spot. It was like fucking magic the way those two were together and we felt ashamed for even imagining we could do something like that on our own. I caught Jase's eye and he looked back at me and nodded, and I knew if I was ever in trouble - no matter what - he'd be there for me too.
Meanwhile Greg and Matthew had slowly, carefully stripped bare and were feeling, caressing and squeezing each other and rubbing oil all over their muscles. Eyes locked, they gripped each other's cocks and stroked, their free hands draped loosely over one another's shoulders. Soon they were making out, stretching out on the mat with their arms around each other and legs tangled. It's what Greg had been desperately longing for, just as badly as Ben needed someone to soak up his pain - a show of unconditional acceptance from a guy he truly loved.
Matthew rolled Greg over and spooned with him, an arm across Greg's chest and a nice stiff cock grinding against his crack. Greg's leg instinctively lifted and Matthew pressed his meat to Greg's hole and pushed in, spreading and filling him as his thick shaft slid in inch by inch. They kissed as Matthew began pumping slow and steady in and out. Greg's face showed such pleasure he looked like he was dreaming. It was so deeply fucking romantic.
Ben raised his head and looked Evan in the eye, and Evan kissed him so sweetly I felt it tugging at my groin. Carter grabbed my hand and squeezed as Ben made out with Evan, kissed his neck and his breastbone and his nipples, reached into his shorts and pulled out his long hard cock. Evan slid his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them off as Ben took that cock in his mouth and started sucking hungrily.
"Good boy," Evan crooned softly. "You're such a good boy."
Ben swallowed Evan's cock as deep as he could, until his nose was planted against Evan's shaved smooth lower abs. Evan stroked his head gently and then lay back on the mat, just an easy arm's reach from where Matthew and Greg were fucking. Ben backed off his cock and looked over his gorgeous chiseled body; Evan met his eyes and the telepathy was loud and clear.
Ben straddled Evan's body, gripped that slick rigid shaft and guided it to his hole. Evan grinned as Ben squatted down and slid it in all at once, urgently engulfing his mentor's cock in a rush of duty and desire. Once that meat was buried inside him his whole world seemed to change. The anxiety drained from his face and he rocked back and forth grinding down on Evan's cock, all doubts and misgivings replaced by an all encompassing need to please his mentor. Every one of us knew exactly what he was feeling.
Greg reached out and Ben grabbed his hand and the two brothers held on desperately as they took their mentor's cocks. We could almost feel the moment Matthew and Evan exchanged a silent signal and entered the home stretch, thrusting into their boys aiming to drive them over the edge. Ben and Greg shot together, one dumping his load onto the mat and the other spurting all over Evan's chest, yelping and moaning as if they were long overdue. The two mentors grinned and poured their own loads into their boys; it was the final act of reassurance that both of them badly needed.
Ben leaned in to lick the cum off his mentor's chest but Evan gently pushed him away.
"Go to your brother," he said.
Ben looked over at Greg and instantly they were in each other's arms kissing and holding each other and cuddling. Matthew and Evan grinned and huddled together, taking turns scooping and slurping the cum that dripped down Evan's chest. On the sidelines we couldn't be happier. Without trying Carter and I had somehow become comfortably tangled up in each other; I looked to one side and saw Travis wrapped in Justin's arms, and on the other side Jase and Kyle clenching their big bodies together. Yeah I know, a pretty damn storybook ending, but what do you expect from a bunch of hyped up, over-emotional college wrestlers?
Back home, Carter and I capped off the day crowded into a single bunk as usual, our naked muscular bodies pressed together, hard cocks rubbing against each other. His flesh felt so fucking wonderful against mine, so fucking welcome. We couldn't imagine ever ending the day any other way.
"Promise me something," he said to me.
"Of course. Anything."
"Promise me if we ever have a problem between us, you'll call Kyle to straighten me out."
I looked deep into his eyes. "We'll never have a problem."
"I know. Promise me anyway."
"I will. I promise. And you'll call Jase for me?"
"Mm-hmmm."
He licked my ear and thrust his cock against me. It was wet with warm sticky precum; I guess our pledges to each other had started his engine. And that only made my own cock stiffer. I held him close and slowly flexed my hips to rub my shaft on his, up and down feeling every long lingering stroke.
"Your turn to fuck me," I whispered into his ear.
"I know. I've been thinking about it all night."
"I'll get the Vaseline."
And the season goes on. The boys have had their difficulties and made a few wrong turns but in the end they'll always be family, they'll always have each other. Now they're all back on track and ready to take on all comers. 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!