The minute we got back to campus from the NCAAs, the gears started cranking in my head. There was one more big event to deal with before we could call the season done and it was coming up fast. Tomorrow night we'd have our annual induction ceremony. Ric and Tanner would be welcomed into the group as full family members.
Fuck, the season had flown by. I could've sworn it'd been just a few days ago that Trav and Justin chose them as their boys. I felt like I hardly knew them. But that was okay; it wasn't my job. I trusted my buddies to be good mentors. There was something else I'd been thinking about though, and I couldn't count on anybody else to pick up the ball. I gave Duncan a call in the afternoon and by eight o'clock in the evening I was on his doorstep.
"What's on your mind?" he asked me.
"It's about Andy Currock. I think we should do something for him. I think we should find a way to include him tomorrow night."
Duncan frowned. "Well..."
"I know. He isn't family, and I'm not saying we should bring him in. He's not here for the same thing we are. But he's done an awful lot for us in the past year. I mean fuck man, Tanner just about melted down when he found out what we're all about. I know you weren't here for it, but..."
"Yeah. I heard."
"Right. Andy's the one who fixed all that. When the rest of us were in a panic, he went to see Tanner and calmed him down and got him to see things our way, all on his own. Granted he got a good bang out of it, but we would've been for shit if he hadn't done what he did. And he filled in at the Midlands too, when Trav had the flu, and surprised fucking everybody. He's a damn good wrestler when he's got the motivation. And then there was the thing with Brady's dad..."
"Brady's dad?"
I hiccupped for a second. "Uh, yeah, you weren't in on that one. But let's just say he solved a big problem. He helped out Brady in a big way, and really helped every guy on the team when it comes right down to it, just because we asked him to. Everybody likes him. I just think we need to acknowledge him in some way."
"We're not making him part of the ceremony. He isn't coming into the family hall."
"Okay, but... what about, you know, the after party?"
He thought it over, which had to be a good sign. After a minute he nodded and looked me square in the eye. "I can let him come down to the basement and join us for the celebration... if you tell me exactly how you plan to acknowledge him. I won't bring him in here just for a quick fuck."
"Oh... uh... I didn't really get that far yet. I wanted to get your permission first. But I promise, I'll think of something..."
"I'll give you until three o'clock tomorrow. Texting is fine, I don't need a presentation. But give me a reason to bring him in."
"You got it." I bolted up from my chair and turned toward the door, eager to get back to the guys and get the ball rolling.
"Is that all you wanted to do here?" He gave me one of those looks that caught me off guard. "You did a great job on the mat this weekend, maybe we should acknowledge that."
For just a moment I was a deer in the headlights. "Well sure, we could go downstairs and break out the oil..."
"Wrestle first. Play later."
I'd never turn down a chance to wrestle Duncan. He'd been my idol since junior high school, the very embodiment of the word STUD. Just knowing the guy made me feel special. If you told me back then I'd be hanging out at Duncan Kirk's house, wrestling with him, talking things over with him like a buddy, I would've blown the biggest load of my young life just dreaming about it.
We both stripped raw and faced off at the center of the mat. He gave the word, and it was on. I wrestled my hardest, every bit as hard as I'd gone at nationals and maybe even harder -- and my dick was no exception. I wanted more than anything to show him how much I'd learned from him, how important he'd been to me.
Wrestling isn't like other sports. On the track or in the pool, you're faster than the next guy or you're not. Even on the football field, you follow a predetermined course, and hope the plays work out in the game just like you did in practice. But for us, there's no set game plan. You just wrestle. You have to take each match as it comes and deal with whatever your opponent brings, without ever knowing at any given instant what's supposed to happen next. That's where training and coaching is essential. You have to learn how to react to any situation on the fly, both offense and defense. And you need to have a damn good man on the sidelines helping you see what to do.
I'd come into the NCAAs as the number eight seed, and finished in sixth. I'd performed above expectations. That was all due to Jase and Duncan's training, and my own desire and willingness to put everything else aside and do just what they said. I owed it all to those guys, not just this year's tournament but everything that was important in my life. I'd wrestle my heart out for them any time and anywhere, at nationals, in the wrestling room on campus, or bare ass naked in Duncan's basement.
Not that I had a prayer of keeping up with the man. In his mid thirties he was still chiseled out of solid granite, from that square jaw and super-close buzz cut on his skull to the pencil-thick tendons of his feet. His neck was a tree trunk; his arms were wrought iron. Legs... fuck, each thigh was as big as my waist. And he was still lightning ass fast. It was all I could do to hang in with him, to hold off the inevitable just long enough to come out of it with honor, and feel like I'd given him a match. I used every skill I had and every trick he'd taught me but it ended just as I knew it would, with Duncan on top of me and my shoulders pinned to the mat.
And then he brought out the olive oil and it was time for some fun. I couldn't wait. This was his reward for all the help he'd given me, and my reward too, for becoming the wrestler he'd made me. We oiled each other down, rubbing and gripping and fondling each other's muscles, holding his massive cock in my hand and stroking up and down, feeling his strong fingers gliding along my ass crack and probing my hole.
He pushed me down onto the mat on my back, grabbed my ankles and spread them wide, shoved his meat into me with one sudden thrust. God yes, it was everything I needed. I wanted nothing more on this earth than to be Duncan's boy, his fuck toy, his cum dump. I wanted to take his load, three loads, ten, a hundred, until I was so filled with his seed it seeped into my bloodstream and soaked into my bones. And I knew from Jase on down every one of the guys felt the same, and Pete from Indiana and all his boys too, and even Coach Wilson; in the rare moments we'd seen them together I could see it all in his face. Everybody wanted to be nailed by the man.
Duncan pumped me good and hard, his cock so thick it stretched my hole, and it felt so fucking good. I felt each vein teasing my sphincter as he plunged in and dragged back out, and plunged in hard again. I wanted him deeper inside me than anyone had gone before; I wanted him to claim a part of me that was his alone. He owned my ass, there was no question. He'd owned it since I was thirteen, years before I ever met him. Taking his cock was my goddamn dream since I was a kid and I didn't even know it, not until I was man enough to square off with him on the mat.
I was leaking like crazy as he plumbed my hole in and out, plowing me with that oversized shank. I gazed into his face as he fucked me, his eyes steel blue and hard as stone, jaw muscles tensed and nostrils flaring. Focused as always, driving his meat into me again and again and again. I couldn't imagine him any other way. Duncan lived his whole life full tilt and laser focused. He fucked like an animal, nothing in his head but pounding that ass and blowing that load. He was perfect.
The scent of his musk became stronger and stronger as he pushed himself toward the finish, until it wrapped around us like a cloud. I loved how he smelled, sharp and sour. I would have bathed in his sweat. His arms knotted up tighter as he came close to the brink... and then threw himself into me with all his strength as he grunted loud and heavy and pitched a load of hot cream into my guts, and kept on pitching, one deep thrust after another, his muscled ass cheeks clenching hard as rock as his seed gushed out in a flood. It was way more than I could bear. I grabbed my cock and gave it one stroke and it exploded, splattering juice all over my chest and abs. The wave of pleasure that washed over me was immense, heightened by the feeling of his massive cock still buried in me, and the knowledge that his hot fresh cum was sloshing around inside.
When we were both spent he wrapped his arms around me and held me tenderly, like I was his pet. I was more than happy to play that role. He loved me, just as he loved each member of his family. And I loved being one of his boys.
"By three o'clock tomorrow," he said, smearing the cum on my chest with his fingers. "Right?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good. You know where the mop is."
As soon as I got back to the dorm I snagged Justin and Travis and dragged them back to my room to talk things over with Carter and me. It was already late but the season was over; we didn't need to get up early and hit the weights before class. We could take as long as we needed to hash things out.
For a moment I thought about pulling in Brady and Willis, but they'd been apart since Wednesday morning. I figured they were already deep into getting reacquainted.
I laid out the basic idea to the guys, at least as far as I'd worked it out myself. I wanted to give Andy some sort of status in the family. But we couldn't go as far as making him an actual member. It had to be something he'd feel good about, and Duncan would approve of too.
"So, what're you sayin', we make `im our mascot or somethin'?" Justin cracked. The other two snickered.
"Yeah that sounds a little cheesy. But maybe not so far off... I want him to know he's important to the family, and feel like he's part of it too."
"So we'd tell him he's one of us, but not really one of us?" Trav frowned. "That kinda sucks. It's like there's eight Batmans, and he's stuck being Robin."
Carter shrugged. "Far as I can tell, he'd like that setup just fine."
"Fuck it," Justin said. "Just give im a title. Let im be the High Priest of the Olive Oil, or the Defender of the Mop."
I thought it over. "The idea's not bad. It's simple enough, and probably the best we can come up with by tomorrow. I'd go along with it, if you can come up with something that doesn't sound so damn stupid."
"Friend of the family?" Travis offered. Groans all around.
A couple more tries didn't get much better. We all fell silent, struggling to think up something that sounded significant or clever or at least wouldn't get mocked by the whole damn room. Then my brother spoke up.
"Amicus Fratrum." Silence.
"What?"
"It's Latin. It means Friend of the Brothers."
My eyes narrowed. "How do you even know that?"
"It's college. You learn shit."
"I like it," Justin said. "It sounds spooky and important, and nobody'll know what the fuck it means. So, we make im our Amicus Fratboy and give im a good bang, and everybody's happy, and then we let it go. It's not like he's gonna have a T-shirt made, right? Perfect."
Travis agreed, not that he'd ever go against his big brother. And I had to admit it'd work as well as anything. It was settled. Now I just had to sell it to Duncan.
"Fuck, glad we worked that out," Justin said. "Strength training's gonna come early tomorrow. See you guys at six?"
"Uh, the season's over," I reminded him. "We don't need to get up early anymore."
"So you're not gonna lift weights tomorrow?"
"I'll go," Travis chirped.
"Me too," Carter said.
I was outnumbered. "Okay, see you at six."
Around noon I called Duncan, hoping to catch him in a good mood; I figured it'd be harder to say no over the phone than in a text. I told him we wanted to give Andy an honorary title, one that would show we appreciated what he'd done for us but wouldn't give him any sort of lasting connection to the family. "Like when colleges give some celebrity an honorary degree," I said. "It doesn't mean he's gonna put it on his resume."
"Okay, and what do you want to call him?"
"Amicus fratrum. It means..."
"Friend of the Brothers. I know. I went to college too."
Fuck me. How did all these guys learn Latin?
The important thing is that he was okay with it. He gave his approval to have Andy come down to the basement, collect his honors and stick around for some playtime. I think deep down he liked the kid just as much as the rest of us did, ever since Justin's lake house last summer. A good blow job goes a long way toward cementing a friendship.
The induction ceremony was great as always. The usual crowd turned out for it -- our gang of four, plus Brady and Willis, Jase and Kyle. And Duncan, of course. It was so much fun watching Ric and Tanner when they entered the family hall and saw the whole group of us waiting to honor them. They gaped at the row of larger-than-life photos on the wall, showcasing each one of us as a stark naked, eighteen-year-old boy in artistic black and white. And you could feel the chills running down their spines when they found their own portraits enshrined alongside the rest, cementing their places as our full brothers for generations of redshirts to come.
I'd told Andy we wanted him to come out to Duncan's for something special but that was all. The rest he'd have to find out when he got there. He knew enough about us to guess the night would end in a way that he didn't want to miss out on; taking wrestler cock was the driving, all-encompassing essence of his life. So, when the ceremony was over and the guys began heading downstairs, he answered my text with an eager reply that he'd be here as soon as he could.
By the time he texted that he was in the driveway, Tanner and Ric were bare ass naked on the mat, oiled up on all fours while Justin and Travis reamed them from behind. I excused myself just long enough to bring him in through the front door and lead him down the basement stairs. The sight of it hit him like a thunderbolt. Duncan's primo workout facility, and the mat at center stage. Four glistening muscle studs banging it out in the spotlight with four more charged-up wrestlers howling and cheering them on from the sidelines. It was like he'd entered a fantasy world, a place where his wildest dreams came true. He was so excited he could barely contain himself.
Andy wanted to shed his clothes right then and there, but I grabbed his arm and held him back. He was dressed up nice like I'd told him to, a button-down shirt and slacks, and I discreetly warned him things would proceed on our own schedule, not his. I led him to the sidelines and we kicked our shoes off and sat down side by side at the edge of the mat, one arm around his shoulders just in case he got any stupid ideas to bolt up and join in on the fun.
We watched as the two mentors railed their boys-turned-men. When Ric blew his load and Tanner's came surging out soon after, Andy squirmed and fidgeted, practically melting down at the sight of those ropes of cum spurting out of them and splattering onto the Resilite. And then after giving their boys a good seeding, Trav and Justin pulled out, their big cocks glistening with oil and still dripping the last of their loads. Andy let out a long, guttural moan, drowned out by all the other the guys' hooting and yelling. He wanted it so bad he was shaking.
Ric and Tanner slowly recovered, swaggered off the mat like newborn men and sat down with the crowd still naked and oily. Trav and Justin stayed at center, standing together, waiting. I pulled Andy to his feet, Carter joined me, and we stood him up between us right in front of our buddies and faced the peanut gallery.
"We're honoring Andy Currock tonight," I announced. "He's gone out of his way for us a number of times over the past year, and we wanted to let him know we appreciate it. So, we're naming him our Amicus Fratrum."
"Amica-what?" Andy muttered. "What's that mean?"
Justin bent down and growled in his ear, "It means we love yer puny ass, ya little bitch. Shut the fuck up."
He got the message and quieted down so I went on with the accolades, not dealing with any unseemly specifics but just telling what a good guy he was and how we'd depended on him. He was rightfully proud, grinning from ear to ear. I said we'd brought him into our group for a special show of appreciation, and the guys all murmured and rumbled with anticipation.
That's when Carter and I began stripping him. We unbuttoned his shirt, slid it down over his shoulders and exposed that glorious torso. Pulled his arms out of his sleeves and tossed the shirt to the sidelines. Trav and Justin latched onto an arm apiece and held him firm as my brother unbuckled his belt and I got to work on his fly.
All of which Andy was more than okay with; he'd been itching to get out of his clothes since the minute he entered the room. Being stripped by two muscular guys -- while two more held him prisoner -- was just about the best kind of foreplay he could think of. His cock was already stiff and bulging in his briefs when we yanked his slacks down to his ankles and off his feet. And then we peeled those briefs down, and the audience let out a cheer at his show of rock-hard commitment to the group.
But we weren't done teasing the poor kid just yet. My brother and I stripped down in front of him, with Trav and Justin still holding him steady. We oiled each other up while he gaped and whined and whimpered, and then we got to work on him. Our four hands were all over him, smoothing that olive oil over his muscles, rubbing it into every corner of his body from head to toe. Stroking his rigid shaft, fondling and squeezing his balls, running our fingers up and down his crack.
When we gave the signal and the guys let him go and backed away, Andy instantly dropped to his knees. He buried his face in my crotch, took my cock in his mouth and started sucking. There were sure no complaints from my side; the kid was damn good at it. I cradled his head in my hand, running my fingers along his jawline as he sucked me in and out, taking my meat as far down his throat as it'd go.
But my brother wasn't about to be left out. He moved in behind Andy and nibbled on his ears, massaged his hole, reached around and jacked his cock. A quick readjustment, and Carter and I were kneeling with Andy on his elbows between us, ass in the air. The kid never let up on his sucking for a moment when my brother plunged into him, slid up his pipe in one smooth motion and started pumping away.
With Justin and Trav and their boys on the sidelines still sweaty, oily, and naked, it didn't take long for the rest of the crowd to shed their clothes as well. They were all paired off with their brothers, Brady and Willis, Kyle and Jase tangled up comfortably with each other, watching the action and shouting out encouragement and casually stroking each other. Duncan stayed back and watched over us all, grinning like a proud father.
As hyped up as Andy was, he couldn't hold out for long. He'd been twitching and jerking and quivering almost since the minute we started. Before I knew it he was gushing out a load, laying stripes of thick white cream all over the mat. And as good as he was at using his mouth and that choice muscled ass, it wasn't much longer till my brother and I were emptying our balls into him. I poured my cum down his throat while my brother filled his guts; he took it all, happy as could be, and begged for more.
"Who's next?" he barked at the crowd, once we'd all quit dripping. "This is no time to be shy!"
Brady and Willis were quick to step up; the three of them sure weren't strangers. They double-teamed him just as we had, with Willis on the front end and Brady in back. Andy showed no signs of wearing down. If anything, he seemed to have even more energy than when we began, and the yells that kept rising up from the crowd had him stirred up all the more. The guys blew their loads into him and he churned out another of his own, not quite as much volume as the first one but every bit as forceful.
And still, he wasn't done.
Next he called out Jase and Kyle. Those two big studs only sneered back at first, trying to put the kid in his place -- but Andy unleashed the trash talk, and they couldn't back down from a challenge. They tried their best to break him, trading off on him, picking him up and spinning him like a compass needle from one cock to the next, but Andy hung in there like a champ. In the end, it was the big boys whose world was rocked as their eyes rolled back in their heads and they pumped their juices into him, while Andy rode the wave of his third climax in an hour, and still managed to squeeze out a final few drops of seed.
I turned to my brother in awe. "This is how he made it through all those matches at the Midlands!"
With six loads up his chute and down his gullet, Andy was done. He couldn't stop thanking us for naming him... whatever it was. The guys drifted off to the shower in pairs while our two newest brothers manned the mop. It had been a night to remember, truly one for the record books. Everybody had a turn on the mat... except Duncan, who seemed to be satisfied enough with watching the rest of us have fun.
He didn't have me fooled. Ten minutes after we were all gone, Coach Wilson would be on his doorstep, and those two would get after it nonstop until dawn.
And that's it for another school year. In the fall, Ryan, Carter, Travis, and Justin will begin their final season in the NCAA. But there's still a summer in between, and that's always a good time for getting into a little unscheduled trouble. We'll be checking up on them now and again to see what they've been up to. So stay tuned!
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