The first week back on campus was always such a rush. Moving back into the dorm on Sunday along with everyone else, reclaiming our room and unpacking and laying down our homemade wrestling mat. Figuring out our new class schedules and scrambling to get registered for anything that got left out. Reconnecting with all our buddies, the family members and the rest of the team too, everybody sky high with excitement just to be together again.
Our first team meeting happened right away; full practices followed soon after. The early morning strength training sessions began the very first day. It was damn hard work to be on the wrestling team and far be it from the trainers to have a heart and give us a break, but we never complained. After a summer on our own, there was nothing on earth that felt better than starting the day by pushing the weights around with thirty other grunting, sweating, muscled up athletes.
And we got our first look at the new crop of redshirts. That was a treat for everyone; even the guys who had no clue about what went on at Duncan's house couldn't wait to see the fresh meat they'd be rolling around with in the wrestling room this season. It's a universal truth that wrestlers love to wrestle, and to a gang of seasoned NCAA bruisers, a fresh bunch of cocky youngsters eager to show off their high school skills was like a buffet dinner.
Carter and I had a particular interest in the redshirt situation. Or, more accurately, we had an interest in how the redshirt situation might be affecting our boys. From the first team meeting we saw Willis and Brady eyeing each one carefully, sizing them up, looking for something they weren't even sure how to recognize.
That night in between sex and sleep, when my brother and I were having our cuddle session, the subject naturally came up.
"Do you think they're ready to be mentors?" I asked him.
"I dunno. Do you think they're not?"
"They still seem like kids to me. Maybe I'm wrong, but..."
Carter shrugged. "They're only two years younger than us. We became their mentors when we were their age. Were we too young?"
"Maybe." I mulled it over. "I mean, you've done a great job with Willis, and I think I've done okay with Brady..."
"You have. Better than okay."
"But it's not about us, never mind what we did. Is it a good idea for them to be mentoring boys right now? Is it what's best for them? It's supposed to be our job to know that kind of shit."
He stayed quiet for a while, thinking. "Jase and Kyle were seniors when they became our mentors. Why did they wait so long? Have you ever asked him about it?"
"Asked who, Jase? Fuck no! He'd filet me! What about Kyle?"
"Well no, I didn't think it was my place. But it's time we sat down with both of them and had a talk."
So, the next day I set things up, and that evening we headed over to their apartment. We explained to Jase and Kyle what was on our minds. They sat on the couch and listened carefully until we'd spilled out everything we had.
"Kyle and I didn't have a redshirt year," Jase told us. We wrestled as true freshmen. We were boys our first season and full family members the second. We could've become mentors our third year, but Pete and Rob thought it'd be better if we held off and focused on our wrestling. They were right. It turned out to be our breakout season."
We let it sink in a moment. "So, what about us then? Should we have waited another year too?" my brother asked.
Kyle snorted. "You two were a pair of little studs. You took fourth in your weight class at the NCAAs your first fuckin' season, and that son of a bitch..." pointing at me "... took third in his. You were both on track. You needed to spread that shit around."
"Not to mention," Jase growled, glaring at me, "some nutbag started fucking Brady when the kid was still in high school. We had to bring him in as soon as we could. And we needed to give him a brother."
I chuckled. "Okay, fair point. So what about Brady and Willis?"
"Carter did a good job with Willis," Kyle admitted. "But he didn't qualify for nationals, did he? Brady made it to the tournament, but he didn't make All American. Either of those guys could end up on the podium this year with a little extra push. Hell, they could maybe even come out on top. But if they have their own boys to worry about..."
"You think they should wait another year," I said.
"It's not that simple." Jase cut in. "There's more going on here than national ranking. This isn't Penn fucking State. These guys are our brothers. You need to do what's best for them."
"Okay... how do we know what's best?"
Kyle smirked. "Start out by askin' `em."
Carter and I exchanged a look and nodded to each other. We might not let them make the decision for themselves, but hearing how they felt about it would surely help clear things up in our minds. We thanked the guys politely and got up from our seats, with every intention of heading home.
"Wait a minute," Jase said. "Is that all you wanted from us?"
I stopped short and groaned. "Are you kidding me? You can't even answer a simple question for us without expecting some kind of sexual favor in return?"
Jase flashed me that well-known sneer. He stood up from the couch, tugged down on the waistband of his workout shorts and dangled out his cock. God, he was such a stud, lean raw muscle head to toe and a thick shank of horseflesh that was suddenly pointing right at me. "Problem with that?" he goaded.
"Well, no. I just wanted to get it out on the table."
I moved in, shoved Jase back down on the couch and kneeled on the floor in front of him. He peeled my T-shirt off and I bent in and dove on that cock. Jase was big enough even soft; I loved rolling that meat around on my tongue, sucking on it, massaging it with my lips. In no time he was stiffening up and I was bobbing up and down on it, sliding it in and out of my mouth until it was poking at the back of my throat.
Kyle was sitting right next to us the whole time, watching us, fingering his meat and raising a sizable bulge. Carter wasn't about to let that go to waste. He shed his shirt and kneeled down next to me, and in seconds he had his mentor's pants down and the sounds of slurping and smacking were reaching my ears. It always felt great to be working alongside my brother. Whether we were taking cock or giving it, doing homework, taking exams, or rolling around on the mat, having that fucker by my side was the very best thing on earth.
And don't get the idea for a minute that Jase was taking advantage of me. Sure, I gave him shit about it, same as I would with anybody. But after all he'd done for me, I'd gladly give the man a blow job every night for the rest of his life. I owed him that much, at the very least.
When Jase became an assistant coach, his opportunities for play shrank down to almost nothing. He couldn't just go around fucking any guy on the team, even if they were all members of the family. There was a level of professionalism that had to be maintained above all else. But he and I had a relationship that started long before that; we couldn't just walk away from each other like nothing ever happened. It wouldn't be fair to him or to me. So now, I was the only one left on the team who could give him what he needed and what he deserved. He had his brother Kyle, and there was always Duncan, but that just wasn't enough. Sometimes a mentor needs to be with his boy... and a boy needs to serve his mentor.
Plus, let's face it, the guy was a blue chip stud with a world class cock, and I still had a major league crush.
I slid that thick rod in and out of my throat, working it with lips and tongue. I loved feeling the veins coiled all around his shaft, gorged with blood and lightly pulsing. And his cum pipe running straight up the underside, swollen and ready to gush out a big load. I jammed down hard on his cock, shoved it down my throat as far as it would go until my nose was buried in his pubes. I held it in, inhaling the heavy, humid jungle aroma of raw flesh and tangled hair.
Jase had a natural scent all his own. I'd noticed it the very first time we were mashed up together. And I don't mean sweaty or musky or even especially strong, just different from everyone else... in a good way. It always made me hot just to smell him. In the wrestling room, at Duncan's, any place I could get up close to his bare skin, that scent would hit me and I'd light up like a hundred and fifty watt bulb. And later, after we'd wrestled or fucked, his aroma would linger on me and I almost didn't want to shower it off. Maybe my sense of smell is keener than I thought, or maybe I imagined it all. It didn't matter. It was real to me. It was part of our connection.
Tonight it hit me especially hard. I wanted to suck him like never before; I couldn't quit until I'd swallowed his full load. Before long he was leaking a little precum, warm and salty and creamy on my tongue. He cradled my head in his hand and stroked me gently, and I worked even harder to milk out some more. I gripped his balls tight, bore down on his sensitive spots, used every skill I had to drive him closer and closer to the edge. He rewarded me first with a drop at a time and then a steady flow of thick cream. I sucked it all down eagerly and kept on going.
Jase's quads twitched hard, sending a seismic wave through the couch, rocking Carter and Kyle beside us. I shot a glance over at my brother and he flashed a glance back with a trace of a smile, his mouth stuffed full of his mentor's meat. I released Jase's balls and squeezed those quads with both hands; they were tight as springs and felt like they were ready to pop. Sucked his cock with long slow strokes, running my lips over every inch from tip to root. He clutched at my delts, dug his fingers in, hanging on that terrible balance between blowing his load and holding it in.
A surge of hot cream flooded into my mouth; Jase huffed out a deep breath, and... yeah!... let out an honest-to-God whimper. His hips bucked hard and he blasted another surge, and I gulped it all down as quick as I could. He kept spurting more and more, and I kept on swallowing, and just as I thought... once Jase started blowing, his brother Kyle wasn't far behind. Soon Carter and I were both gulping down loads, draining the cum out of those two big studs as they shuddered and jerked helplessly.
I saved just enough to have a little fun. When Jase had finally finished blowing, I pulled him in and planted my lips on his, and gave him half a mouthful of his own sweet seed. We made out with grappling tongues as his cum leaked out of the corners of our mouths and ran dribbling down our chins.
Carter and I drove home grinning like idiots. It always feels good to help out a friend in need.
As soon as we got back to the dorm we stopped by Brady and Willis's room. There was no point in dragging things out. We talked over the situation, laid out for them the two separate paths they could follow and made sure they understood there was no shame in choosing either one. Most of all, we tried to get the point across that there wasn't any set plan for how these things should work, and we only wanted to do what was best for them.
"It's not that anybody thinks you aren't ready to have boys of your own," I told them, maybe softening the truth a little bit. "And there's nothing wrong with how you've been doing on the mat. It's just that you might be able to go farther in wrestling if you don't have other responsibilities hanging over your heads. Mentoring is a big job, and being a top wrestler is hard work. It depends on which one is most important to you right now."
They gave us back very serious looks. I couldn't really tell if they were taking any of it badly, if they were hurt or disappointed by the implication that they may not be moving up in the family or gaining ground on the mat as quickly as we had.
"And this is all our decision?" Willis asked.
Carter stepped in. "Not entirely. If you tell us you'd rather wait till next year to become mentors, that's it, decision made. And if you say you're good either way, that means you want us to decide for you. But if you tell us you want to be mentors right now, the four of us will have some more to talk about."
"It's like I said," I told them, "The only thing that matters to us is doing what's best for you. We just have to make sure we all agree on what that is."
Brady nodded. "Okay. When do we have to let you know?"
"Soon would be good," my brother said. "A couple days, a week is fine, but it has to be soon enough so you can get started on picking out your boys, if that's the route you're gonna go."
They thanked us for being up front with them and giving them a say in the matter, and promised they'd get back to us as quick as they could. Carter and I crawled back to our room and cuddled up on my bunk. It sucks when you spend two years being your boy's biggest cheerleader, and then have to give him a dose of reality that might just burst his bubble.
The next day at strength training and in the wrestling room we kept an eye on them. They were looking over the redshirts closer than ever, pointing things out to each other, having little conversations in the corner. Glancing over at us every once in a while to see if we were watching. It was impossible to guess what was going on in their heads.
They showed up at our room after dinner and said they wanted to talk. Carter and I sat side by side on my bunk, lounging in nothing but our workout shorts as usual. The two of them sat in front of us, cross-legged on the floor.
Willis spoke up first. "Whatever we decide, it isn't gonna mess up anybody's plans, is it?"
Absolutely not," Carter assured him. "The family's behind you no matter what."
"If we decided we wanted to work harder on wrestling, would you guys help us?" Brady asked.
"Of course," I told him. "We'd work with you, and so would Jase."
"Duncan too," my brother added.
They exchanged a look and a nod with each other, then turned to us all smiles. Without another word they pounced, shoved us onto the mattress on our backs and yanked our shorts down.
Brady took my cock into his mouth at the same time his brother gobbled up Carter's. I felt his tongue teasing and playing with my meat and was hardening up in no time, and a quick glance to the side told me my brother was enjoying himself too. My boy had such sweet cocksucking lips, thick and wet and firm, and holy fuck it was clear he loved doing it. He worshipped my meat, slid it right into his throat so smooth as if they were made to go together, pulled back and used that tongue on my head and my shaft in a way that left me quivering and gasping for breath.
I rubbed Brady's head gently, loving the way his blond buzz cut bristled against my palm. He looked up and gazed into my eyes as he sucked me, and Jesus, the sight of those beautiful blue eyes locked in on mine nearly made my chest cave in. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile and he sucked and lapped and swallowed my cock like it was the greatest meal of his life. He was gorging on it, wolfing it down, and he was so fucking good at it my toes curled.
I had to look away or I'd lose my load right there, so I turned for a moment to see how Carter was doing. Willis was attacking his cock with a vengeance; my brother had both hands sunk into his boy's shaggy hair and was guiding him along. I saw how Willis strained to shove Carter's meat in all the way down, jaw flexing and mastoids flaring out on his neck. He'd been hard at work with that new muscle he'd gained, and it showed. His whole body had gained a sharp chiseled look, veins and tendons popping out everywhere. And the way he dined on my brother's cock... fuck, I couldn't watch for too long if I wanted to keep myself from blowing.
And then there was Brady, sucking me in and out like a pro. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. I flat out marveled that he was so in love with servicing me, that he'd still put such an effort into giving me pleasure after all this time. He was selfless about it; it seemed he'd go to any length if it made me feel just a tiny bit better. No different than I was with Jase I guess, but still, as I watched that sweet kid swallowing my cock over and over again, working it with his lips and tongue on each and every stroke, it warmed my heart. I loved him for the way he was so devoted to me, and... oh fuck... I loved the feeling of his warm wet tongue gliding around the rim of my cock head, one lazy circle after another... Jesus...
I grunted softly and squeezed his traps to let him know he was hitting just the right spot. Brady took it as an inspiration. He focused on hitting it over and over, not too aggressive but with a steady rhythm that slowly inched me toward a climax. I always shot my biggest, hardest loads that way, building up to it gradually instead of banging away, holding out until the last possible moment and then exploding.
He focused his lips and tongue on my cock head as he wrapped his fingers around my shaft and stroked me; it was already so slick with his spit that it slipped through his fist clean and easy no matter how tight he gripped me. It felt so goddamn good I'd swear I was floating in mid-air. He kept on pushing me closer, a nudge at a time, until it seemed he was holding my entire body and soul in his mouth and his hand.
He'd been edging me so long I thought I'd never blow, but suddenly the floodgates burst open and I gushed a huge spurt of cum into his mouth. It hit me so hard and so quick I didn't have time to warn him but he didn't miss a beat, he just jammed my meat deeper into his mouth and started gulping it down. The feeling of his lips sliding down my shaft again and my cock plunging into his mouth was incredible, and so fucking welcome. A huge wave of pleasure and relief washed over me as I spurted again and again, yelping miserably, twitching and jerking and doing my utmost best to shoot every drop of my cum all the way down his gullet.
I clutched at Brady's hair but couldn't get traction on his fresh buzzcut; reached over and grabbed Carter's forearm, and felt him jolting and quaking too. Those little fuckers must have planned it like this, making us blow our loads together... but I had no energy left over for thinking about that. I only needed to keep shooting and shooting until I'd squeezed out the last of my juice.
By the time I'd finished, I was wrecked. I couldn't have moved a muscle. Carter was the same, lying beside me quietly groaning. And damned if those two boys didn't look us over with shit-eating grins, drop their shorts and pull out a pair of fully boned cocks and start jacking.
It was only a minute before they were spraying us with their seed, thick gooey droplets of cum splattering over our chests and abs. I'll admit I've always loved the feeling of hot juice hitting my skin. They shot their loads on us and stood there giggling as I felt the tiny rivers of cream dribbling over my body.
And then those two little monkeys attacked us all over again, swooping down and lapping up every drop of their seed from our skins, and never slowing down for a minute until they'd licked us clean.
When they were done, they just collapsed on top of us, cuddling us all contented and dreamy with their heads resting comfortably on our chests. I kissed Brady's forehead and he let out a little whimper and snuggled up tighter.
We held our boys close, trading grins with each other while we all caught our breath.
"So..." Carter began. "I guess this means you want to focus more on your wrestling?"
"Yes, please," Willis answered quickly.
"Yes, please," Brady parroted him.
"Good. We'll pass the word up. No new boys this year."
"Andy'll be glad to hear that," Brady said.
"Andy?" My eyes narrowed. "What's he have to do with this?"
They glanced at each other and giggled.
"He's been drooling over the redshirts," Brady said. "He already has a few of em sized up. But we told him he had to leave em alone until we picked out a couple for ourselves."
Willis snickered. "Yeah, this'll make Andy happy. And it won't do the rest of them any harm either. If they're gonna be part of this program, they better get used to being around guys who know what a dick is for!"
The guys are back on campus and back on the mat. They have a few weeks before the season starts, but it'll be here before they know it. Brady and Willis will be facing it with a new sense of purpose, and the rest of the family will all be pitching in to help. But first, we'll have to see if our two newest brothers can snag their spots in the starting lineup... and if the rest of the guys can hold onto theirs. So stay tuned!
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