Willis stood just inside the door, giving us one of those looks that was half accusing and half like he was pleading with us for something. Carter and I threw back the covers and sat up side by side on the edge of my bunk, both of us stark naked and semi boned. He made a pretty poor effort of pretending not to notice. I glanced at my brother and we shared a quick secret smile and then focused a cold hard stare on Willis.
"What is it you think you know?" I asked him.
He took a tentative half-step toward us. "You guys... and Travis, and Justin... and Brady too, right? You have a thing going. You help each other get ahead."
"Sure. They're our friends."
He shook his head. "No, that's not what I mean. You guys run the show, everybody knows it. You and your buddies, and Coach Atkins, and maybe more, they're all part of it. It's sexual, I mean that much is obvious, but it's a lot more than that. It's the kind of thing I spent half my life dreaming about. I need it. All of it. Please..."
Carter scowled. "It's not that easy."
"We choose our friends," I told him. "They don't choose us."
Willis stared at us a minute, unsure of where to go next. I reached over and casually massaged my brother's cock; I loved feeling his meat in my hand.
"Well, what do I have to do?" Willis begged. "I mean, I know you're not the only gay guys on the team, but - "
"What?" I perked up. "Who are you talking about?"
He shifted nervously. "Well, I'm not gonna name names. I dunno how many of 'em are out, even to themselves. But half the team, the freshmen anyway, you can tell just from the way they look at each other. And the way they act around each other - I mean, when two guys hate each other for no good reason, you know there's something sexual goin' on. They want each other so fuckin' bad they can taste it."
Carter gave me a smirk. "Those little cocksuckers."
"So, why not just snag one of 'em?" I asked. "Sounds like it'd be easy enough."
"I don't want a damn hookup. I want what you guys have. I wanna be part of the group."
"It isn't about sex. Everything we do is about wrestling," Carter told him.
"But - it's all the same thing. Isn't it?"
We studied him for a long moment. Carter stood up from the bunk and stepped to the middle of the floor, his big cock protruding. "Strip," he said.
"For...?" Willis looked suspicious, and a little scared.
"You see the mat, don't ya? I need to find out if you can wrestle."
He hesitated for a moment and then began shedding his clothes, slowly at first and then faster and faster until he was down to his bare skin. The kid was already hard as a rock, with a nice big cock pointing straight at the ceiling. Carter glanced back at me with a grin and then squared off with him at the center of the mat.
"You ready?"
Willis nodded uncertainly.
"Go!"
They locked up in a collar tie, testing each other. I had the best seat in the house. I could stare at my brother's body all fucking day long, the way his muscles flexed and strained when he was going up against another man. Willis was almost as tall as Carter and solid but skinny as a rail, with arms and legs that looked like they were made of bamboo. My brother outmatched him by three weight classes, nearly twenty-five pounds.
Willis was working hard trying to find an angle but couldn't get past my brother's strength. He thought he saw an opening and went in on a shot but Carter pulled off a slide-by and put the kid down on the mat hard. They scrambled for control; my brother had no trouble finding his way on top, broke the kid down flat and tangled up his legs with a nice stiff cock jammed right between his cheeks, giving Willis his first very taste of what it's like to be dominated by raw naked muscle. My brother pressed that muscular body down on him hard, grunting and growling in his ear. And yeah, I'll admit I had my cock in my hand and was stroking the whole time.
Carter could've ridden him like that forever but he wanted to find out if Willis knew how to take advantage of an opportunity. So he left little openings here and there, while I called out the moves to the kid from the sidelines - skills are a good thing, but if a wrestler wants to join up with us, he needs to be coachable too. Willis did what he was told but my brother shut him down at every turn. Right up until the moment of truth, when Carter put himself in prime position for a reversal.
This time I didn't need to tell the kid what to do - and I wouldn't have anyway; if he couldn't recognize a sweet setup like that on his own, we sure didn't need him around. Willis didn't disappoint us. He responded just the way that would have every coach in the nation jumping up and down yelling and cheering; scrambled out of Carter's grasp and took the advantage position in one smooth move. And just as he mashed those tight hips down on Carter's meaty ass cheeks, he unleashed a huge shot of cum all over my brother's back. I was loving every minute of it, watching that kid jerk and twitch as he clenched my brother's torso with all his strength and spurted uncontrollably, gobs of thick white cream splattering on the mat and rolling off my brother's smooth tan skin.
"Sorry - I'm sorry!" he yelped weakly.
"Keep wrestling!" my brother barked at him.
Carter shook him off without half trying, put him on the mat, broke him down again and set out to show him once and for all who's boss. He punished Willis, not malicious or overly brutal but just the way any wrestler who's out of his league should expect - and, in a way, even enjoy. If you're gonna get your ass whipped, you need to feel like you're getting a whipping. Carter worked hard to turn him on his back and go for the pin, torquing his body and inflicting all kinds of pain that would go away in an instant if he'd only roll over and give up. But he didn't; Willis hung in there like a champ and absolutely refused to be turned no matter how much it hurt - until my brother pulled out the advanced skills and then it was all over.
And just as Carter had him racked up in a cradle and pressed his shoulders to the mat, damned if that little stud didn't blow a load all over again. His second in ten minutes - he must have been storing it up for a month.
Carter held Willis tight in his arms as his body shuddered and quaked, and a fresh flood of seed poured out of him. He cuddled the kid lovingly as Willis's strength drained and his body went limp. They stayed just like that for a while, Willis panting hard and softly whimpering, until my brother released him and they both sat up slowly, both smeared with hot sticky juice.
"I'm heading to the shower," Carter said to me, grabbed his towel and stepped toward the door. "Why don't you show him where to find the mop?"
The next night Carter, Jase and I went over to Duncan's. Luckily Duncan had just come back in town from one of his business trips; we needed some high level guidance. The four of us sat in a circle crosslegged on the mat, talking over the situation.
"Does he belong with us?" Duncan asked.
"He's got potential," Jase told him. "He looks as good as any of the new kids."
"He's got the skills, I've tested him," Carter added.
Duncan nodded. "Yeah, Gibb told me about him." That was Coach Wilson; none of the rest of us would ever dare call him Gibb to his face, or even behind his back. "He said Willis looked like he'd be ready for the starting lineup next year. But we've got Travis at 133, how would that work?"
"Travis could bump up a weight class..." Jase offered.
"No. I like Travis at 133. It's where he belongs."
Carter leaned forward and stretched his lats. "Willis could put on a lot more muscle. He's one of those long, lanky guys. We could beef him up to 141, maybe 149 in no time. With Ryan and me both working on him, the two of us - "
"Three of us," I cut in. "Brady's a part of this too. He'd be the one pushing Willis to get bigger, even more than we would."
Up to now I hadn't been adding much to the conversation. Truth is, I'd been too stressed out to speak up. This was a very big deal. If we brought Willis in, he'd be Brady's brother forever, no going back for a do-over. And he'd be Carter's boy forever. The last thing I wanted to do was make a mistake and end up with the two most important guys in my life tied down to some piece of shit.
Jase smirked, like he knew what I was thinking. "Don't worry. We know how it works. We've been at this for a while."
"Okay, but how do you know when you've got the right guy? I mean fuck, how'd you ever pick me?"
"You? You were easy." Jase gave my shoulder a shove. "You were a good wrestler, you were motivated to win, and you had that spark. You wanted this more than you'd ever wanted anything in your life - you just didn't know it yet."
"We don't need to find the exact right guy," Duncan said. "We find a guy and we make him the right one."
"I think Willis has everything we need," Carter told him. The others nodded.
I looked them over for a moment. "So that's it? We're going with Willis?"
"No," Duncan said. "We don't make big decisions just like that. First, we wrestle."
"Who's up?" Carter asked.
Duncan grinned. "You and me."
Jase and I scooted off to the edge of the mat to give them some room. Carter and Duncan stood up, faced each other, peeled off their T-shirts and workout shorts and sport briefs and tossed them aside.
I flat out loved watching Carter strip. Even after being with the guy for two years, the sight of him shedding those clothes and revealing that muscular body always got my heart going. He was just plain fucking gorgeous, head to toe. Traps, delts, pecs, abs, lats... every muscle in his body was sculpted like a work of art. His smooth skin made me tingle and drool. His nipples, perfectly formed, drew my eyes like magnets. And holy fuck, when he dropped those briefs and unleashed his cock and balls... I just wanted to dive in there and lick him and suck him and never quit.
And Duncan - thirty-five years old and still he was built like a tank, solid and ripped. Still the exact same guy I'd idolized back in junior high, with his picture tacked to my bedroom wall. The man was a wrestling god. Seeing him standing there on the mat, bare ass naked and proud as fuck, was like witnessing some ancient Greek warrior come to life. His body was beyond magnificent, all sinews and veins and big muscles bulging, every inch of him designed for action. His big meaty cock dangled between his treetrunk legs daring anyone to go up against him. And tonight my brother was the lucky victim.
Carter grabbed the bottle of olive oil and the two slicked each other up. They spread the oil over each other's bodies in a way that was not explicitly erotic but far from casual, each one rubbing and feeling and squeezing the other's muscles as familiarly as they did their own, even down to their ass cracks and crotches and thickening shafts, staring each other down with steely eyes the whole time. It was the way our family operated, on and off the mat. Muscle was our stock in trade, a shared commodity. Our bodies belonged to each other, and never so much as when we were straining and grappling against each other in dead serious combat.
Both cocks were hard already when those two clashed together at the center of the mat and tangled up. Carter put up a good defense but Duncan overwhelmed him and threw him down with a big Greco move, arms hooked around him and bare chests mashed together as they crashed to the mat. My brother slipped out of his grasp and scrambled to snare Duncan's legs but couldn't hold on as he made yet another big power move and regained the advantage. Jase and I just sat back gazing at all that oily beef grinding and rolling together before us.
Carter put up a great fight but Duncan was just too strong, too fast, too skilled. He was father of this family for a reason. Duncan rode Carter hard until he was beaten, let him up on all fours to regain his base, then smoothly transitioned into overtime. He locked his arms around Carter's torso, wedged his legs in between my brother's knees and forced them apart, pressed his eager cock to Carter's hole and shoved it in.
My brother stiffened and huffed out a deep breath as that big cock plowed into him. I saw him relax his body to take it in, watched as Duncan sank all the way into him, balls deep, and began pumping. Duncan rammed into him like a bulldozer, grunting and sweating, and Carter panted and huffed and grunted and yelped with each powerful thrust. His big solid body seemed to engulf my brother, and then suddenly he slammed in hard and let out a yell, reached down to Carter's cock and jacked it furiously. Duncan unleashed his load deep inside my brother, quivering and twitching all over, and Carter gushed out a huge thick stream of hot cream, jerking and thrashing beneath him. When the two had drained themselves dry, Duncan eased back on the mat and held my brother in his arms, like father and son, and gently kissed his neck. Jase and I instinctively gripped each other's hands and squeezed tight.
I loved watching my brother take dick. I was already thinking about how I'd cuddle and hold him later that night in bed, kiss him and stroke his head and share all his pain and pleasure.
And then they crawled off to the sideline and it was Jase and me facing off at center.
I slathered Jase's body with oil, loving how meaty and firm his muscles felt in my hands. His strong beefy paws were all over me, rubbing and kneading and testing me. Every touch, every squeeze was so fucking special to me. He was still my hero; I was still his boy, and always would be.
The match began and we tied up and battled each other for dominance. I wrestled him with all my heart, as fierce and forceful as I knew how. More than anything I wanted to show him what kind of man I'd become, what he'd made me into. I wanted to use every bit of skill and knowledge he'd taught me against him, to prove myself, to prove he'd done everything right. We were rolling together down on the mat in no time, tangling and scrambling and untangling, each of us gaining advantage and then losing it as the other slipped out of his grasp and turned the tables.
Every time we wrestled like that, I thought of the very first night he brought me here, made me strip and wrestle him naked and oiled. He'd opened my eyes - and my body - to a whole new world, one where I truly belonged. I learned more about wrestling in that short session, and the pounding that followed, than I had in my entire life up to then.
Jase finally locked me down. It was a matter of time; I'd never actually beaten him, but I'd given him a rough enough match to make both of us proud. I felt his cock head poking at my hole and I pushed back on it and relaxed and felt that thick meat sliding into me, spreading my sphincter and stretching my inner pipe. God, it felt good. He clenched his arms around me and mashed his pecs against my back, pressed his scruffy jaw between my shoulder blades and began railing me, in and out, with long hard driving strokes. The smell of his sweat was all over me and his thick heavy breath was hot and wet on my back. My own cock was stiff as a board and dripping. Every thrust he made sent a quiver down my spine that went directly into my aching meat.
Being fucked by my mentor always put things into perspective. I knew I could count on him to give it to me good and hard, just like I needed. Having his cock inside me, feeling that thick meat filling me and banging away, brought all the rest of it into focus. It was clear to me now. Willis would work out fine, we'd see to that. He'd learn to take cock just like we did, and he'd make a good family member. Carter would have his boy. Brady would have his brother.
Jase gripped my shaft in his fist and squeezed hard and kept on pounding away, his big muscular body flexing and grinding on me in a way that made my toes curl. He leaned in and chewed on my ear, growling at me, and god damn it, he better be close to cumming because I sure was. My ball sack was drawing up tight and I could feel a hot tingle slowly surging up my legs.
He jacked my cock hard and I couldn't hold out any longer; I blasted a thick hot stripe of cream across the mat. My sphincter twitched and spasmed on his big hard rod as I spurted and it felt so incredibly good I could barely stand it. I whimpered and moaned as my hole clamped down tight on his rigid meat and I unloaded, my whole body in a flurry of pleasure and pain. And then Jase drove in deep and held it there, and then began bucking wildly, slamming his hips against my ass cheeks. I knew he was shooting his load into me. I loved it when he bred me. I loved being owned by that stud.
My muscles gave out and I crumpled up, exhausted. Jase wrapped me up in his arms and held me, and kissed my cheek sweetly. I could tell he was spent too; his big oily biceps were hanging slack across my chest. Duncan let us have a moment and then got down to business.
"So, is Willis one of us?"
"Yes," Carter said, and Jase and I nodded and muttered in agreement.
"Okay, good. Bring him around and start his training. And you," looking at me, "don't tell Brady about any of this until Carter's ready."
"Got it," I said. "I remember how it goes."
"Right. Jase - I'll talk to Gibb, but you let him know you're in on it too."
"Sure," Jase said. "I'll tell him tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay. Great. Jase, let's hit the shower. Boys - you know where the mop is."
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