It was Monday night, and Carter and I were at Duncan's for a workout - just pumping some iron together, no grappling with each other on the mat. It was a fuck of a lot better than the campus weightroom, where you could hardly ever find an open squat rack because of all the meatheads on the football team who were more into showing off for each other than getting in shape. Besides, Duncan's setup beat that ratty old equipment on campus all to hell, and even better, we could work out with nothing on but our compression shorts -- or nothing at all, as long as we didn't mind flopping around.
We were toward the end of our workout when Jase came strolling in. He was looking to spend some time with the squat rack too. We traded sets for a while until Carter and I were done, and I told my brother he could head on back to the dorm without me. I wanted to stick around for a bit. I'd been waiting to get some time alone with Jase for over a week.
I thought I should talk to him about the Currock situation. It had escalated pretty damn quickly; since that first night he came over to see me he'd been with Travis, me again, Carter, Justin, and of course Willis and Brady multiple times. There wasn't any real reason Jase should have to know about it but it was the kind of thing he was liable to get bent out of shape about, and a lot more so if he heard it from somebody else than if I told him myself.
So I stuck around to spot him and warmed him up with some casual conversation, and when he was finally done with his sets I told him all about it, how it started and everything we'd done, and what an incredibly good fuck the guy was, and how he was a part of our group now and we planned to keep right on going.
The scowl on his face told me Jase was not amused.
"He's not family," he growled. "What the fuck do you guys think you're doing?"
"No, he's not, but he's a wrestler and a teammate. We like him, so we've been spending time with him. Nobody told me it was against the rules."
Jase hissed out a sigh. "It's not. You can do what you want. But you still have to be responsible."
"We are. What's so irresponsible about it?"
He glared at me like I was pissing him off on purpose. Maybe I was, to an extent; it always made my cock hard when he was pissed off at me.
"You're family, and he isn't. And he never will be. It'll only turn into a problem. Don't you see that?"
"No. Bullshit." I shook my head. "We're wrestlers, all of us. And wrestling is the same as sex. Isn't that what you've been teaching me for the past two years? Andy knows that without even being part of the family, it's the only reason he wrestles at all. We roll with him in practice all the time. What's the difference if we fuck with him on our own time?"
"It's about belonging, and being committed to each other..."
"Jase, when you first brought me here, you told me getting fucked would make me a better wrestler. I believed that, and I still believe it. Well, you're a coach now, and I'm a team captain. So, do we only let family members get to be better wrestlers? Is that being responsible? I dunno about you, but I want the whole team to get better, not just us. I want Andy Currock to get better. And I believe hanging out with us will help him. All of us believe it."
"Jesus, you fuckin' guys..."
"Just give it a chance. Talk it over with him. We can go to his place right now, tonight, and talk it all out. You'll see how he is."
It wasn't easy but after a lot of cajoling and a little bit of begging I got him to agree -- we'd at least stop by and talk to Andy about things in general, and if it happened to go that way maybe we'd talk about the fucking too. It was funny to see Jase so uncomfortable about it after all we'd been through. I guess he'd only ever been with guys who were part of the family, and stretching those boundaries just wasn't something that came natural. And here I'd been pushing the envelope from nearly the first day; I even had a thing going with Brady a full year before he ever officially became my boy.
We got to the freshman dorm and climbed the stairs to the third floor. I could hear some kind of commotion going on down at the end of the hall, down by Andy's room. All of a sudden it struck me maybe it wasn't such a good idea to show up without calling ahead first but it was too late now. We reached his door and swung it open without bothering to knock -- fat chance he would have heard it anyway -- and stepped into a full-fledged orgy.
There were easily twenty guys in the room packed in asshole to elbow, not one of them with a stitch of clothes on, and everyone full bore into some kind of sexual activity, grinding on each other in twos and threes. It looked like the entire class of redshirts was there and a handful of our second-string men too, the guys who didn't see much meet action but stuck with the team because they loved to wrestle. I guess that's not all they loved.
My boy Brady was humping his brother Willis on a desktop. Two guys from the gymnastics team were side by side on the bottom bunk, legs tucked impossibly far up over their heads in a pike position -- damn, those little studs had amazing bodies -- taking cock from a pair of senior wrestlers. Andy was up on the top bunk in a three-way with two other redshirts, deep throating one while the other plowed him from behind. All the rest were massed together bucking and grinding and squirming on the floor, on a double layer of carpet pads joined together with duct tape into a wall-to-wall mat -- the crafty little bastard had copied the wrestling mat Carter and I had made for our room, but with another purpose in mind.
I stood there in the doorway paralyzed, gazing at all that was going on around me. I'd never seen so much bare muscle in motion in all my life, hard cocks everywhere, gorgeous goddamn asses, lats and traps and delts and hams rippling and flexing as they banged it out with each other. Slick sweaty flesh glistening, perfectly toned; a chorus of grunting and moaning and raw meat smacking together; the air as hot as a sauna from the body heat, and thick with the scent of musk and testosterone and cum.
Jase flashed me that trademark sneer, always the hypercritical mentor. "Should we talk to him now? Or wait till he finishes?"
I couldn't even squeeze a word out; I could only give him a weak look and a helpless shrug in return. This was bad, worse than anything I could have imagined, but... holy fuck, what a scene. I couldn't keep my eyes off them. All that lean raw beef mashed up together, every one of them grinding against two or three others, rhythmically pumping like they were all part of one massive beast. A yelp and a howl as somebody blew his load and began frantically quaking, and everyone around him catching the vibe and bumping up his own action, sending waves and ripples through the mass of bodies from one side of the room to the other.
Andy glanced over and caught my eye. He slid the cock out of his mouth and grinned, a fat glob of cum running down his chin. "Hey guys! Join in! We'll make room for ya!"
There was that glare from Jase again. This time he just held it, not saying a word, waiting for a response. I met his eyes and gazed back calmly, trying my best to defuse the situation by taking it all in stride. But Jesus, I couldn't ignore what was going on in the corner of my eye, and in my ears, and right under my nose. The flat out hottest and most sexually charged group of sheer studs on the planet were fucking, sucking, jacking, humping, stroking, swallowing, shooting all around us, so close I could reach out and touch them. And they were inviting us in. I knew I'd better play it cool but from deep down in my gut there was nothing on earth I wanted so bad as to shed my clothes and dive right into the mix.
Jase turned away in disgust and tromped out he door. I glanced over at Andy -- he gave me a disappointed look, and went right back to sucking cock -- and I waved a quick goodbye to him, and turned away and followed my mentor.
We walked to Jase's car in silence. He drove me back to my dorm without so much as a word. The son of a bitch had learned how to be a first rate coach all right; he could make things uncomfortable as fuck at the drop of a hat. He pulled up at the curb and just sat there waiting for me to get out. No way I'd make it that easy.
"Come on now, it wasn't really that bad, was it?"
He snorted. "No? Tell me how it could've been worse."
"Well, there weren't any farm animals in the room. And nobody's mother was there."
He glowered at me a minute, then turned away and stared out the windshield again. I'd had about enough of him playing the bitch.
"Ah lighten the fuck up, Jase! Those guys were just having a good time for a change. And don't pretend for a minute you didn't get a charge out of watching `em. Don't tell me a part of you didn't wanna strip down and jump in."
"Give me a break. There was nothing going on there I needed to see."
"Oh yeah? Then why the fuck is your cock so hard?"
That son of a bitch should have known he couldn't hide it from me. He shifted uneasily in his seat trying to loosen up his sweats to make the bulge in them not so obvious. Nice try, and too damn late; he was already busted. Besides, I knew the fucker way too well to take his line of shit seriously. I whipped my hand over and latched onto his crotch, gripped that thick meat good and tight and looked him in the eye with a smirk. For all his snarling and griping, he was stiff as a flagpole.
"Yeah, thought so. Not interested huh? What were you planning on doing with this?"
I gave his rod a jerk and his whole body twitched. Instantly he shot his arm across my chest and pinned me to the seat. "Look, don't you get it? I can't be playing around with every guy on the team. I can't even be in the same room! I'm a coach now. There are rules. I'm taking a chance just being with you."
"Yeah, you're my coach." I untied the drawstring of his sweats, dug in and wrapped my fingers around bare cock. "You're my boss, my dad, my drill instructor, my older brother. My mentor. I remember."
Jase's attitude softened as I squeezed his meat. His arm dropped as I stroked him. I pulled his cock out and leaned in, licking my lips, aiming for that glistening drip of precum on the tip. He made a muffled, kind of panicked whimper, and just as I was nearly within tongue's reach he grabbed my shoulder and held me back again.
"Wait, for Christ's sake! Not right out here on the street!"
"Relax, it'll be good for ya," I told him. "Besides, it's cold out. Those windows'll be fogged over in no time."
I pressed ahead and his hand fell away and in half a second I was licking his fat cock head, taking it in my lips, running my tongue all the way around the sensitive rim. Jase groaned appreciatively as I slid his meat into my mouth, bearing down all the way until his head pushed into my throat. He rubbed the back of my neck as I held it there a moment getting used to his size, then worked it in still deeper while I fondled and tugged on his balls.
I loved sucking Jase's cock. He had such a world class shank of meat to begin with, long, thick, and perfectly shaped, just the kind a guy should have if he wants to command respect from a stud wrestler. Sucking him, really worshipping that cock and doing whatever I could to make him feel good, meant everything to me. It was my way of showing respect for my mentor, thanking him for taking me as his boy and teaching me what it was all about, proving to him that I'd always be his boy no matter what. He'd given me everything, made me everything I was. I'd argue with that fucker night and day over any number of dumbass things but I'd swallow every load he was willing to give me, and come up grinning and begging for more.
He was rubbing my neck and my traps as I ran my lips up and down on that shank, sucking him in and out, teasing his head with my tongue when I pulled back all the way to the tip and then spearing my throat with it on the downstroke. The way he panted and shuddered and crooned to me, "mmmmm, good boy..." just made me want to keep going and going till he couldn't hold back his load. His precum was leaking more freely, the taste of salty cream was slathered all over my mouth. It made me so fucking content to swallow his cock whole, fill my throat with it, the veins so gorged with blood they were stiff as wires, that fat head swelling even bigger as it longed to burst out a flood of hot juice.
I started bobbing my head on his meat, jacking him with my lips and tongue, determined to make him shoot, but before I could go too far he pushed me back off him again. I was about to give him all hell for being such a pussy but then I caught that hungry look in his eye -- the stud didn't want to quit, he wanted to go further.
Jase squirmed out of his winter jacket and stripped off his T-shirt and the sight of his bare torso, those massive pecs and incredibly cut abs, hit me like a charge of electricity. I peeled mine off in one quick motion and tossed them aside; he reached for me, grabbed my left pec in his paw and tweaked my nipple and I just attacked him, flung my arm around his neck and latched onto his meat with the other and mashed my lips against his.
We were both still sweated up from our workout, and the warm-up round had only kept the juices flowing. His big arm wrapped around me and crushed me against him and his scent filled my nose; his smooth body and mine felt so fucking warm together, our slick skins slipping and skidding against each other on a thin moist film of natural lube. I tugged at his sweats and he kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off too, and I yanked off mine, and we both stripped down naked and mauled each other, hands everywhere, cocks rigid and twitching, lips and tongues and teeth straining to ravage every spot we could reach.
The front seat of a Mustang was definitely not designed for that kind of action. The steering wheel, the dash, the center console were blocking us at every turn, and our asses were sunk deep into those bucket seats like the goddamn things were holding us in. "Hop in back," Jase said with a jerk of his head, and I clambered over the console and squeezed between the seatbacks bare ass naked, the cocky fucker giving my butt cheek a hearty smack as I passed by. And then he was climbing over himself and tumbling down on top of me, and if the front seat of a Mustang was no place to fuck then that narrow back seat seemed to be even worse. I could hardly move or even breathe with him wedged in on top of me, much less get anything done. Safe bet he and his big brother Kyle had never tried anything in that cramped little space.
But Jase had a plan, as always. I should've figured he would. He stretched out his arm past my head and reached for the lever on the passenger side, and instantly the seat back folded up and the whole thing pitched forward with a lurch. He grinned at me, lifted me off my ass with a double underhook and threw me down against the seat back, jostled in between my legs and pressed his chest against mine, making out with me rabidly, gnawing on my traps and mauling my neck. I chewed on his ear while he spit on his fingers and jammed them into my hole, stretching me wide and smearing his saliva around my tight ring.
There's nobody on earth except for Jase who I'd take cock from with nothing but spit for lube. Not even Carter would rate that kind of concession, not that he'd ever try. But with Jase it was different. With him I wanted it rough; I wanted him to fuck me like a beast. I needed a mentor who'd plow me and rail me, make me satisfy his lust, use me like an animal until I was raw and sore and then tell me what a great goddamn fuck I was. So, now he was going to bang me without lube, give me my very first spit fuck. Well, good, I'd make it one we'd both remember.
I felt his thick meat press to my hole and I tried my best to relax and open up -- Jesus, it felt like he was going in dry. He pushed in and kept coming, plunged in without mercy, and I clenched my teeth and tried my hardest not to yelp. As much as I'd been slobbering and drooling all over that cock when it was halfway down my throat, I'd hate to think what it would be like if he really did shove it into me dry, without a good coating of slime.
He shoved it all the way in and held it, and I gripped his delts and wrapped my legs around that fucker and mashed my lips against his. The feeling of his cock inside me, filling me, made the rest of it worthwhile. I owned that hot stud's body now, just as he owned mine. In a minute those smooth ripped muscles would kick into gear and start flexing and grinding, all for me, all because that big beautiful stud couldn't live without ramming his big burly meat deep into my ass.
Jase began pumping me good and solid, no point in being subtle about it. I'd already ruled that out when I cranked him up, got him so fucking hot he was ready to jump the first warm body that came within arm's reach. I had him so boned he would've stripped down and fucked me at center mat in front of a capacity crowd on Parents' Night... or in the back seat of a car, parked at the curb just outside the front door of one of the busiest dorms on campus.
I swear, the skin of his shaft felt like sandpaper on my hole, like a goddamn cheese grater. But I loved every thrust, every fucking stroke. My own cock was hard as granite and dripping like crazy; taking it rough and brutal like this was a pleasure, made me feel like we were banging for real now, like a layer of padding had been stripped away, and I loved it, no matter how miserably I'd be paying for it later. He pounded away at me and I dug my heels into his ass cheeks like spurs, and yelled at him to give it to me harder.
I'm not sure what was more exciting, getting Jase so goddamn blind with lust that he'd forget about everything else in the world just to get his dick inside me, or getting fucked by the most incredible stud I'd ever known in a cramped, uncomfortable car seat on a freezing night with the windows fogged over and a parade of my classmates and neighbors strolling by on the sidewalk just inches away.
Either way, it didn't matter; it couldn't go on much longer. Jase was too fucking cranked up to last. All of a sudden he began snorting like a bull, and plowing me as if the whole human race depended on it. He grunted and bellowed and clutched me tight, and cut loose with a flood of hot cum spurting deep in my guts, thrashing and jerking. I wrapped my arms and legs around and held him in a vise grip till he quieted down, and then that sweet stud gripped my meat and started jacking with his cock still in me, and I let myself go and gushed all over us, my hole spasming on his rod milking the last of his seed out of him. A hot wave flashed over my whole body as I shot my load, my skin feeling hypersensitive and electric everywhere his body touched mine.
And damned if that fucker didn't pitch in and start licking the cum right off me, cleaning me dutifully and making sure not a drop ran off onto the seat. Well, you know how Mustang owners are. And of course I returned the favor; I never needed any excuse to lick those abs. He grabbed somebody's T-shirt from the front and we dabbed each other dry, and then eased back together and just lay there for a while, both of us huffing and panting.
"By the way," I said, "Andy's one of us now. Not family, but... one of us."
Jase laughed, and gave the side of my head a smack. "Okay. It's not like you bunch of monkeys would listen to me anyway."
"Just saying... it'll all work out. No problem. You'll see."
He tightened his grip on me. "Later. For now, just shut the fuck up like a good boy."
In case you haven't guessed, Andy is here to stay, no matter how Jase feels about it. Meanwhile the team is rolling into the meat of the season, the guys will be feeling the pressure soon, and there'll be plenty more issues to deal with both on and off the mat before they're done. So, stay tuned!
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