Indiana came to our campus for a dual meet on a Friday night. Carter and I were dripping with anticipation for how it would go. We were still redshirts of course, so neither of us would be wrestling. But their assistant coach Pete Wagner had come up through our program. He was family; he'd been Jase's mentor when Jase was starting out, and we knew he'd brought a couple of his wrestlers into the family too.
We watched closely as they filed into the arena at the beginning of the meet, everyone dressed in their warm-ups as the national anthem played. I pointed out to Carter the two guys who I'd met at the Midlands - Dave Glavich at 157, our weight class, and Noah Baumer at 165 - both of them great looking guys with the kind of lean, muscular bodies that were tailor made for our sport. And Pete was there too, in white shirt and tie and slacks with the rest of the coaches, but Carter and I couldn't help picturing him as he was when we first saw him in our hotel room in Evanston, bare ass naked, jacked as fuck, and plowing into Jase's ass from behind.
The meet went well for our side; Indiana wrestled solid but they aren't really a top notch program. Dave and Noah were the only real bright spots. We could see from their wrestling style Pete had trained them according to Duncan's system - and the bulges in their singlets made it pretty damn blatantly obvious too. It was hard for us to keep from cheering for them, knowing they were part of the family. But they were wrestling against our teammates so we had to rein ourselves in and be content with silently admiring their moves and those stellar bodies, and trading glances and smiles between ourselves now and again.
Then it was time for Jase's match, and after him was Kyle. They mowed down their opponents like dry weeds and sealed the meet for our team. Two more matches at 198 and Heavyweight and then everyone was back in their warm-ups lining up for the final handshakes. Carter and I joined in on that along with the rest of the team, and both of us got discreet little nods from Dave and Noah as we passed by. I guess the Midlands hadn't left much doubt as to what our relationship was.
"Duncan's house later," Jase told me, once the formalities were done.
"Aren't we going to dinner with the team?"
"Yeah, we'll grab a bite. Then Duncan's. Don't overstuff yourself."
Kyle, Carter and I all piled into Jase's car for the ride over, mentors in front and boys squeezed together in back. That suited the two of us just fine; we were always down for a little cuddling, especially when dad and dad weren't looking. Once we got to Duncan's place we'd split up and be under our mentors' strict control.
In the driveway were a couple cars I didn't recognize, and as we headed downstairs to the training room it was clear from the sound of grunts and thuds and clashing bodies that someone had got a head start on us.
Duncan and Pete were oiled up and wrestling on the mat, their naked muscled flesh gleaming under the floodlights. Dave and Noah sat at the edge of the mat watching the action, stark naked as well. And there were two more I didn't expect - Greg Breslin, our starter at 141 pounds, and Travis Murphy, a redshirt like us at 133.
I turned to Jase. "Greg and Travis? They're part of this?"
"Yep. And there was supposed to be two more. Ben Hammond wrestled 149 last year, he was Greg's brother. He should have been back wrestling this year and training a new boy. But something happened over the summer. He got arrested. He dropped out of school."
I wanted to ask him more but Jase turned away and nodded toward the mat. I knew it was time to shut up and follow my mentor's lead. The four of us peeled our clothes off and squeezed in next to the others, giving brief nods and warm smiles to our extended family as we settled in to watch the match.
Duncan had Pete in a bear hug, his oiled triceps bulging as he locked his powerful arms around that slippery muscled body pinning Pete's arms to his sides. Pete strained to break free, jaw clenched, veins and tendons on his neck popping out like tree roots. Thick cock jutting out proudly, stiff as wood. Suddenly Pete thrust his arms up and dropped his level, squirted down through Duncan's arms and tried to sweep his legs. The Indiana boys howled wildly and Jase joined right in with them, cheering his lungs out for his old mentor.
Duncan countered like lightning - he was a few years out of competition but nobody'd ever catch him napping. He turned Pete's move back on him and put him in danger of a takedown, and when Pete straightened up to regain his footing Duncan chose just the right leverage and lifted him for a spectacular Greco-style throw. It felt like we were seeing it in slow motion, Pete's shredded, glistening torso stretching and bending as Duncan torqued his shoulders, feet raising off the mat as a burly paw found a solid handhold on his crotch, Duncan's incredible ass cheeks rippling and flexing as he lifted Pete's entire bulk and then slammed him to the mat on his back in an eruption of tiny droplets of olive oil and sweat. Pete reeled in shock as Duncan bellowed triumphantly, their two stiff, meaty cocks left bobbing and bouncing from the sudden impact.
Now it was our turn to go crazy. Carter, Kyle and I roared in celebration. Greg and Travis quickly pitched in, and even Pete's three-man fan club loudly yelled their appreciation for a truly thrilling display.
The wrestling was over but Duncan was far from done. Like a lion he pounced on his victim, grabbed him by both wrists and pressed his sweaty, massive pecs to Pete's. He attacked Pete's neck, nibbling and licking in a way that drew moans and whimpers and caused two sets of pumped up quads to spread wide. Jase snaked an arm around me and held on tight, Carter's fingers searched for mine and squeezed as we watched Duncan square his hips and then plunge long and deep into Pete's ready hole, a deep throaty grunt heaving out of Pete's lungs as Duncan's long hefty cock barreled its way inside.
Jase wrapped both his arms around me, held me to his chest and leaned his head against mine. I reached down, found his swollen cock and began stroking, instinctively matching the rhythm of Duncan's thrusts. Carter and I gripped one another's free hand tight with interlaced fingers as Kyle's massive arms enveloped him and they settled into the same posture. Glancing around at the rest of our family I saw each one following suit, a hand on his partner's cock stroking heartily in unison with the pounding beat of those two romping, bucking bull studs on the mat.
Pete raised his legs toward the ceiling eagerly, locked his ankles behind Duncan's back and clenched down hard, jamming Duncan's thick meat deep into his ass. Duncan slammed into him grunting and snorting, unleashing the full force of his animal craving into Pete's cock-hungry, more than willing body. We watched in awe as those primordial beasts crashed into each other again and again, oiled and sweaty muscles shimmering and gleaming, jacked bodies more massive and glorious than ever now that their days of competition and cutting weight were behind them. All eyes were riveted on them, drinking in the sight of our heroes as they schooled us with a clinic on family values and what it truly meant to be men.
Duncan's hammering became more urgent and insistent. His face was taut and red as a beet, straining against some essential inner need. All at once he cut loose, slamming into Pete with one long last driving thrust and gushing his load headlong into him, his body erupting in convulsive jerks and shudders. Pete held out only seconds more until his own furious release, wildly spurting thick gobs of hot cream that splattered over their chests and abs, ran in viscid rivers over the contours of their torsos before dripping sluggishly onto the mat. They collapsed together still quaking and shivering, two godlike naked bodies sprawled before us in glistening splendor. The entire room caught its breath as they held each other close and shared a tender, lingering kiss, surprisingly gentle given the savagery of their brawling but at the same time somehow perfectly, absolutely fitting.
They lay panting together a minute or so before Duncan rolled over on his elbow and mustered the energy to speak.
"Kyle, Jase - you're up. Greg and Travis - you too. Share the mat, boys, we've got a lot of wrestling to do tonight. Play nice."
Jase instantly dropped his hold on me and sprang up to his feet. Kyle turned Carter loose and did the same, and the two bounded onto the mat together grinning at each other. Greg snagged the bottle of oil and began smearing it all over Travis and himself, passed it around and soon the four of them were good and slick and ready for playtime. They squared off in two sets of two on opposite sides of the circle, staring each other down with big grins and already rigid cocks waiting for the signal to begin.
"The little guys are looking good," I whispered to Carter. "Small and lean, but great proportions - and ripped as fuck." He nodded back to me with a smile.
"Go!" shouted Duncan, and it was on.
Jase and Kyle went after each other ferociously in a thunderous display of brute strength, crashing into each other with straining, pumped up muscles and swaggering cocks. In seconds they were both down on the mat in a scramble, grabbing madly, clinching and crushing, oil-slick beef mashing and slipping and gliding fluidly against oil-slick beef. They clutched and grasped and shoved each other, locked arms and legs only to have the other squirm loose again, clasped and grappled each other's bodies with resounding thumps and smacks, grunting and growling as roving hands pawed ass cheeks and ball sacks, fingers slid freely along ass cracks, teased holes and curled around stiff meat.
Meanwhile Greg and Travis wrestled a different game alongside them. Lean and light, they darted in on lightning fast attacks, spun away from each other and lunged in again, ducked and faked and shot with incredible precision. Their smooth sleek bodies were amazing, flawless gleaming skins shrinkwrapped over tight, compact muscle, hard nipples poking out like diamonds. Their swollen cocks seemed oversized for their small frames, twitching and dripping as they battled. When they'd finally ensnared each other and locked up together on the mat, the tangle of lean ripped arms and legs, rock hard ass cheeks and wayward protruding dicks was like modern sculpture come to life, a composition worthy of any art museum.
And all through the melee, Pete and Duncan stood together side by side on the far side of the mat watching over the action with big grins on their faces, each with an arm around the other's shoulders, idle hands casually massaging one another's softening cocks.
Carter and I couldn't decide which pair we'd rather focus on. Our mentors were such incredible studs, world class athletes and true ideals of manhood in every way; we could watch those two rumble and scrap together for hours. But we'd never had a chance to see our newfound brothers in this light before, oiled and naked and wrestling freestyle in Duncan's training room. Their skills were wholly different, their bodies and their moves every bit as impressive in their own right as the bigger guys, and every bit as droolingly hot. We lounged together comfortably, shifting our gaze from one pair to the other, trading nudges and giggles as our favorites scrambled for control.
Greg had Travis finally subdued, trapped in an inescapable cradle. We watched with gaping eyes as Travis surrendered and fell slack, Greg lifted his leg and deftly transitioned from his side cradle into a spoon position, probing for Travis's hole and sliding his hard cock smoothly in, pumping him with an easy rhythm as Travis moaned and begged for more. It was barely moments later that Jase came out on top of his match, and had his partner's back plastered to the mat. We watched in eager wonder as he straddled Kyle and squatted down on his cock, taking that thick throbbing monster in inch by inch until it was buried inside him, grinding forward and back as Kyle flexed and bucked his hips to ram in even deeper.
Poor Travis couldn't last long. He blew out a powerful load prompting cheers from the four of us on the sidelines, laying long stripes of cream on the mat and spurting over his chest all the way up to his chin. Greg tightened his hold and pumped harder, banging away for all he was worth until his body seized up and let loose his own thick surge deep inside Travis. For a desperate moment they jerked and rocked together, then relaxed and lay together in a comfortable tangle. Greg playfully stroked Travis's head, dipped fingerfuls of cream from his chest and fed it too him lovingly; you could tell they were mentor and boy.
It wasn't long after that Jase let out a yell and blasted a huge cum shot that splattered Kyle's chest and neck and face. Kyle barked out, "Fuck yeah!" and jacked his buddy's cock, smearing Jase's cream over his chest and licking it off his palm with each fresh spurt, slamming into Jase's ass and then letting out a long deep yell as his own body jerked in violent orgasm. They bucked and thrashed against each other until finally the spasms subsided, and they threw their massive arms around each other and squeezed with all their strength, growling and moaning primitively.
"Nice job!" Duncan praised them. "Now let's see how our two new boys do against Pete's wrestlers."
For an instant Carter and I exchanged an uncertain glance. We knew what Duncan expected, and neither of us had ever had sex with any guy aside from our mentors and each other. But if there's one thing we'd learned from this family it was that wrestling is a sex act in itself, whether penetration is involved or not. That was the heart of our system, our family's credo. Our hunger to wrestle and our hunger to fuck were one and the same. It was pointless to deny it, and quitting before completion was only self-repression. We were wrestlers; we'd take on any challenge that came along, and we'd take it all the way to the end.
The two of us stepped up boldly to the mat. I was paired with Noah, a weight class above me, and Carter would go up against Dave. That made me happy - Carter's knee was healed but he wasn't quite back to full strength yet so it was good that I'd be wrestling the bigger guy. We passed around the olive oil and got slicked up; I caught Noah looking me over as I spread it over my abs, so I made sure to give him a good view as I greased my rigid cock and balls. He was a damn handsome fucker, that's for sure. Once all four of us were slippery and shiny we squared off in our assigned pairs and stared each other down, waiting for Duncan's signal. I saw a very definite glimmer of a smile in Noah's eyes and couldn't help breaking into a grin myself. Damn, this was going to be fun.
Duncan shouted, "Go!" and I tore into Noah like wildfire. The kid had great skills; he avoided my attack and then countered with a re-shot but I shut that down and locked up with him, our oiled muscles straining against each other. Soon enough we were rolling on the mat in a scramble, each of us battling aggressively for dominance. It was such a pleasure to wrestle him, to feel that lean ripped muscular body slipping and sliding against mine as we squirmed and wriggled out of each other's grasp. The oiled sessions I'd had with Jase and with Carter were amazing, and I could never get tired of going another round with them. But wrestling a brand new gorgeous body with a whole new set of strategies and skills - in a naked oil match - that was every wrestler's dream.
Cheers and yells of encouragement erupted from the sidelines. And just a few feet away was my true brother Carter scrambling and grappling with his own lean, ripped, oiled-up opponent, the sounds and muffled vibrations of their bodies hitting the mat providing a soundtrack and punctuation to our match. My cock was already leaking badly.
Noah managed to gain the advantage; he had my hips broken down to the mat, my stiff cock mashed against the foam with his weight pressing down on me from above. His own rigid meat was jammed against my ass crack. He tried for an arm bar to set up a pin series but I slipped out of that quickly enough, and when he leaned over to snag my arm again I sensed he was off balance. I whipped my elbow around and trapped his arm for a moment, turned my hips and blasted out from under him, used my momentum to bowl him over and shot in hard and fast. Before he knew it I had both his arms tied up, one leg hooked by mine and lifted in the air. He tried to bridge but I pressed down hard with my chest against his until he caved in and his shoulders hit the mat.
My teammates went wild. I broke into a grin and Noah grinned right back at me, his stiff cock poking my thigh. I caught my breath and took a quick glance around, and there on the mat barely a body's length away was Carter on all fours grunting with pleasure as Dave's thick meat railed his ass. I guess his match hadn't gone quite the same way as mine.
For a second I locked eyes with Jase on the sideline and I knew just what to do. I straddled Noah's defeated body and reared back until I felt the tip of his cock head in just the right spot, bore down and spread my hole around it and slid his shaft smoothly inside me. Noah's eyes widened in amazement and gratitude as I rocked back and forth on his cock, gliding it in and out with a steady rhythm and squeezing it now and again with my sphincter. His thick meat inside me felt wonderful, filling me, stretching my hole to the limit, sending electric waves of pleasure coursing to my head and down to my toes. I gazed down at that incredible body laid out before me, his tight rippled eightpack, beautifully sculpted pecs with teasingly protruding nipples, powerful arms, and a big gorgeous smile right out of a Hollywood movie.
I locked eyes with him as I worked his cock harder, cradled his head in my hand as he squeezed my triceps, savoring each fresh twinge of pleasure that swept across his face. His eyes widened and became frantic, his cock swelled even more and suddenly exploded with a flood of gushing cream. I reveled in the sensation of his hot juice splashing inside me as his body beneath me thrashed and jerked. He reached for my cock and stroked as he gave my ass one last thrust, and I blasted out a huge load that spilled all over his magnificent torso, my whole body tingling in ecstasy. We drained ourselves and collapsed together and shared a long passionate kiss, just as a familiar yelp and moan from nearby told me Carter had reached his own rousing climax. I wrapped my arms around Noah and squeezed for all I was worth as his muscular arms clasped tight around me.
The three boys - Carter, Travis, and I - stayed behind to mop up while our mentors and guests went off to the showers. The oil, sweat and cum drenching the mat were the signs of a very successful meeting of our two programs, a family bond that transcended school rivalries. We grinned to each other as we worked, Carter manning the mop, Travis and I toweling the surface dry. We finished up and then stood together admiring the result of our efforts, a spotless, pristine wrestling mat that had hosted the very best days of our lives, and would see many more to come.
"So, you don't have a brother?" I asked Travis.
"Nah. I guess I was supposed to, but it got fucked up somewhere."
"Too bad," Carter said. "I mean it's great to have a mentor, but having a brother is the best. Better than anything I could have imagined."
"I can see that. I wish I had one."
I gave him a long look, then glanced at Carter. He nodded.
"Do you want to come home with us?" I asked him.
He looked from one of us to the other. "Yeah. I do."
I gave Travis a big grin. "Good boy."
Carter giggled. "You think we can all three fit in the shower?"
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