Carter wasted no time in starting Willis's training. He took the kid over to Duncan's place as soon as he had a free evening. They stripped down to their workout shorts and stepped onto the mat. My brother gave him a cold hard stare and laid down the law.
"One thing we need to get straight from the start - when we're here in this room together, I'm boss. I'm your coach, your dad, your drill instructor, your older brother. You do what I say, no questions. No matter what. Got it?"
"Yes," Willis answered quickly. "Absolutely."
"Okay. We're gonna start simple. Referee's position, you're down. Show me your best escape."
They got set, with Willis on all fours and my brother behind him on one knee, chest pressed to the kid's back and an arm wrapped around his torso. Carter called out "Go!" and before Willis could even begin to put a move together he was broken down flat with his face to the mat. They reset and tried again, over and over, with Carter always shutting down every move he made but giving him pointers and strategies along the way. My brother outweighed him by nearly twenty-five pounds; the skinny little redshirt never had a chance. But that was the point. Willis needed to learn how it felt to be outclassed, overpowered and overwhelmed. And Carter needed to see how he'd handle it.
The kid hung in there and kept trying, and followed all the instructions as best he could. Carter would give him openings every once in a while, and he read them and took advantage and almost scrambled out before he was snagged and tangled up and broken down flat again.
They kept at it for an hour or so, until both were exhausted and dripping sweat. Carter called a halt to the drills and the two of them sat on the mat facing each other, close enough to feel the shared body heat. My brother looked him in the eye and laid it out for him nice and slow, about the ancient Greeks and their traditions, and how mentors trained their boys to be men. How they worshipped manliness and muscle and male bonding. And he told Willis how the family worked and what it was all about. They kid's eyes widened as he spoke, and a good thick bulge rose in his shorts.
Carter grinned, stood up, strolled to the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of olive oil. "Okay," he said, "time for some fun."
My brother dropped his shorts and began smearing the oil over his chest and abs and thickening cock. Willis didn't need an invitation; he scrambled out of his own shorts and joined in. Carter gave him a hand, feeling every muscle as he greased the kid's tight little body. He was good and solid all right. And then my brother instructed Willis to spread the oil over his back, and rub it in thoroughly. The boy did what he was told and loved every bit of it. Especially when it came to smearing that grease over Carter's meaty ass cheeks.
They squared off and began wrestling, their lean muscled bodies slipping and sliding and grinding against each other, neither of them managing to keep a firm hold on the other, both of them wrestling hard, fully boned. Willis was in heaven; he'd never even been laid before. This was the closest he'd ever been to seeing his wildest jackoff fantasy come to life. And who the fuck could blame him? Having your first-ever naked oil wrestling match with an ungodly handsome, blue chip stud like my brother was something any real man should be glad to get down on his knees and beg for.
It was time to get down to business and seal the relationship once and for all. Carter put Willis down on the mat and when the kid tried to push up on all fours, clenched his arms around Willis's torso and wedged his legs in between his boy's knees, prying them apart. Next came my brother's fat cock head pressed against Willis's virgin hole. The boy whimpered, desperate and eager. Carter shoved his meat in with one good thrust, not brutal but solid and strong, in a way that left no doubt about who was the mentor and who was the boy.
Willis howled as that thick hard cock stretched his hole open and slid into him inch by inch. "Shhhhhh," Carter hissed, and just kept pushing his meat in until it was buried all the way down to the pubes. He waited just a second for Willis to catch his breath and then pitched in and started banging away, showing him what it was all about. The boy was as tight as they come. His hole twitched and spasmed fitfully as my brother gave him a good hard railing, and he yelped and moaned and whimpered with every stroke. Carter clenched that lean body tight in his arms, resting his scruffy cheek between Willis's shoulder blades, establishing ownership and control and at the same time driving home how utterly bonded they were.
There wouldn't be any slowing down or letting up; both of them knew it from the start. Willis took it like a man, loving it through the pain. Carter wouldn't dare back off or take it easy; he wouldn't dare disrespect his boy. And holy fuck, it felt too damn good to quit. For Willis, having that muscle stud's body wrapped around him and a big thick cock inside him was everything he'd been dreaming about for years. And Carter finally knew what it was like to have a boy of his own, to train and teach and coach and fuck to his heart's content.
That tight virgin hole was like nothing my brother had ever felt before. Shrinkwrapped around his meat, clamping down and squeezing him as he stroked in and out, it would take a miracle for him to hold out much longer. He needed to blast his seed deep into that kid, to mark his territory inside and out. And he needed Willis to blow his own load, at the very same time his guts were flooding over with his mentor's hot cream. Carter plunged in as deep as he could and held it, straining to keep from shooting too soon. He reached down to Willis's cock and jacked it furiously, leaned in and gnawed on Willis's ear. The boy wailed with pleasure. His body tensed up and exploded.
Carter unleashed himself the instant he felt the first throbbing spasm of Willis's hole. He cut loose and poured his juices into the kid with no restraint, his muscled body rocking and quaking, still jacking that boy meat as Willis spouted all over the mat, gushing his heart out in wave after wave, moaning pitifully. Carter rolled over onto his back and rolled his boy with him, still holding on tight and pumping and fucking that ass, Willis with arms and legs frantically pawing the air as he spurted cum all over himself.
Slowly they ran out of steam and slowed down, quit bucking and jerking, relaxed, went limp all over. Carter held Willis on top of him, close to his chest, his big arms wrapped around the boy as if nobody could tear them apart.
"Your ass is mine," Carter growled into his ear. "You're my boy, now and forever."
"Yesss... sir!"
"Good. Lemme show you where the mop is."
While Carter was getting Willis started, I was making plans to do the same with Brady. I took him over to Duncan's the very next night. We'd already done so much together but things were different now; he was an official part of the family and I needed to train him right. I made up my mind to start over from the beginning, to treat him the way any mentor should handle a brand new boy. It was just what he needed; we both knew it. I started by giving him the talk, just in case he'd missed anything along the way.
"Roman history, American history, are all about armies and generals," I told him. "But ancient Greek history is about warriors. Men who fought their own battles, one on one, and didn't take shit from men or gods. The Roman way is fine if you're gonna play a team sport like football. But we're wrestlers. Once you step onto the mat, your teammates can't help you. You have to face that man on your own. You have to be a warrior."
Brady nodded eagerly. "Sure, Coach."
"Sure?"
"Yes!"
"Good. Let's start with some drills. I wanna see how you deal with a Turk."
We began with Brady flat on the mat and me on top, both of us bare ass naked -- we'd wrestled that way so often there just wasn't any point in wearing shorts. I swung around to his side, elevated his knee and got a leg in, reached across his chest and got a claw grip on his trap and shoved as hard as I could until he tilted over. He was taken by surprise at first, even though he knew just what was coming; high school hadn't prepared him for the speed, the strength, and the confidence of a guy who trained high-level skills day in and day out. But I told Brady exactly what he needed to do, just as Jase had taught me, and step by step we put together his Turk defense. Finally he reached the point where he could shut me down before I even got started -- and of course by that time we were both aching and overheated, in more ways than one.
Playtime came next, and my boy was more than ready; he'd already been well prepared by the oil sessions we'd had on our homemade mat in the dorm. All I needed to do was show him where Duncan kept the oil. He was grinning all the way through and laughing like a fool, and I have to admit I was just as dopey, loving the way our slick bodies meshed together and wriggled against each other. I swear I could be dead tired and worn out but an oil match with that young stud was like instant energy.
And of course we both knew where we'd both end up -- with him down on all fours and me thrusting into him, just as we'd done so many times before. I fucking loved having my cock inside that boy. His smooth ripped body, every contour of his muscles felt so good against my skin. The way he shivered all over with pleasure when I first slipped it in, the sound of his panting breath, the sharp and sour smell of his sweat... fucking him was a goddamn dream. It was still worlds away from what Carter and I had; with my brother and me it was deep, deep bonding, and love and understanding and absolute trust. But I loved Brady too, as any good mentor loves his boy. And fuucckkk, the kid was smoking hot.
He grunted as I thrust into him, deep and gruff, and it only made my cock stiffer and made me want to bang him harder. He yelped as I rammed in deep and heavy, and I smiled at the sound of my oily hips slamming against his slick ass cheeks, felt his abs lurch as he heaved out a deep breath, his serratus muscles popping out in bold relief, his lats straining.
By now we knew just how each other worked. Brady wanted to cum, I could hear it in his grunts, but he wasn't about to blow before he got me off first. His hole gripped my meat and squeezed, and he squirmed and thrashed, grinding on my cock with that perfect ass in a way that drove me wild. I reached his nipples and pinched and pulled and rolled them in my fingers, and he yelped and growled and shuddered. It was a contest right down to the end to see who'd blow first -- but I caught sight of that stud's upper back flexing, traps and delts and infras sculpted like a genuine Greek god, and I lost it. I bellowed loud and my body jolted, and I blew a huge load into my boy. He knew instantly I was shooting and erupted himself, spewing over the mat with my cock inside him, both of us pumping out seed like there was no tomorrow. I collapsed on top of him and kept on thrusting, holding onto that fucker as tight as I could, and he purred his satisfaction to me deep and low.
We rolled onto the mat together face to face, wrapped our arms around each other and kissed, grinding our hips together, still twitching out the last few drops of cum. I honestly could have fallen asleep in his arms right then and there. Instead we just grinned, gave each other one more big squeeze and lay side by side catching our breath, wallowing in a pool of Brady's hot gluey cream.
"So, now you know what it's like to be mentored for real," I said.
"Coach... holy Jesus... that was the best ever."
For three weeks Carter and I brought our boys over to Duncan's, carefully avoiding each other, never letting either Willis or Brady in on what was up. We trained them as wrestlers, trained them to love taking cock, showed them how getting fucked made them even more manly and not less. On every training night, whoever's turn it was to spend time with his boy would drag his ass back to the dorm room worn out and depleted, with just enough energy left to give his brother a first class sucking, swallow it all down, then cuddle up close together and pass out.
And then on a Wednesday, according to plan, Brady and I were running some drills. We were up on our feet, locked up in a collar tie -- boned and naked as usual -- when Carter and Willis came tromping down the stairs, stepped up to the edge of the mat and stood there watching us. Willis's eyes were as big as dinner plates. Brady couldn't help glancing over at him; I could practically hear the gears rattling around in his head.
"Focus," I growled low to him. "Keep wrestling." And just like flipping a switch, Brady re-engaged and got back to business.
"Room for two more?" Carter called over.
"Sure, come on in," I told him.
We halted the action and moved off center to give the other two some room. Not too much though; we wanted to keep those boys close enough to each other to keep it interesting. Brady tried his best to hide it but I knew he was sneaking little peeks over at Willis and Carter as they shed their clothes and squared off barely arm's reach away; he had a pretty good idea why they were there and what was going on. Willis just looked anxious and confused. Carter hadn't explained the brother system to him yet. It would all be a surprise to him, just like it had been for us, back in the day.
Eventually we were all four down on the mat rolling around, Carter with his boy and me with mine. Each one of us had our own match and our own opponent to deal with, but couldn't help being engulfed in what was going on just a few inches away from us too -- the sounds of men in combat grunting and panting, the smell of their sweat and strain, the occasional glimpses of raw muscle and cock too glaring to ignore. In the wrestling room we shared the mat with dozens of other wrestlers grinding it out beside us and never gave it a second thought, but in the wrestling room nobody was naked, and there wasn't such a palpable feeling that any moment we might all just break out into full-on fucking.
Carter and I shamelessly teased them with each other, making sure those bare young bodies brushed up against each other now and again. We drove our boys hard, demanding they stay focused on their drills and working them until they were exhausted. When it seemed like they couldn't go on any more, I called the session done.
"You boys did a good job. I think you could use a little playtime."
Carter hopped over to the cabinet and grabbed the oil, strolled to center and handed it to Willis. We backed off to the edge of the mat and left the two of them alone. The poor kid wasn't sure what the fuck to do, but Brady just grinned and reached out to him with cupped hands. Willis dribbled some olive oil onto his palms, and Brady started rubbing it all over the kid's chest and abs. From there he caught on quick enough, dropped the shy act and the two boys had each other good and slick from head to toe in no time.
"Positions!" Carter barked, grabbing the bottle from Willis's hand. "Go!"
Willis was first to attack; as the smaller guy he wanted to show off his aggression, and he damn sure wanted a piece of that hot body too. Brady countered his move and came back with his own, and just that quick they were down on the mat rolling around together, their slick smooth bodies wriggling and squirming against each other as they battled for control. Carter and I grinned at them from the sidelines, each one of us with an arm draped around his brother's waist and a good firm grip on his cock. We watched the action and stroked each other, yelled out tips and encouragement to our boys, tried hard to keep from giggling. God damn, there's nothing better than watching two leaned-out young wrestlers mashed up together in a bare ass naked scramble.
The little guy wanted so badly to make a good impression - on Carter, on Brady, on me. But Brady was not only a good deal bigger, he'd also had way more practice with the oil. Eventually he got the advantage. He turned Willis on his back, managed to keep him from sliding out of his grip. The pin was inevitable... but suddenly he just caved in, took Willis in his arms and the two started making out like crazy, grinding their bodies together, dry-humping each other shamelessly.
"We better break that up," I said.
Carter shrugged. "What for?"
"Well... we're supposed to be running the show here. When the two of us got started, Kyle and Jase - "
"Let `em go. They've been good boys. They need this. And Kyle and Jase aren't here."
"True enough."
It sure didn't take much to convince me. I was too wrapped up in the show, and too curious about what might happen next.
Brady was clearly in control. He was driving the action, bending Willis's thin body however he pleased. But he handled him very tenderly too, aware of the power he had over the kid and making sure he used it for the good of them both. It was very sweet, in a way I hadn't seen from him before; when we were together, we never needed to be careful of each other. Seeing that, I felt even more sure that pairing them up had been the right decision.
And then Willis was on his back and Brady was straddling him, holding the kid's arms to the mat up above his head. And I saw my boy rock his hips back and press his hole to that kid's stiff oily cock, mash down on it and take it in whole with one smooth move. He rode that cock like a champ, bucking and flexing, giving himself a good fucking even while he dominated Willis completely. Just like I'd shown him. Good boy.
Willis loved every minute of it, yelping and moaning as that big beautiful stud worked him relentlessly, his desperate voice mixing in with Brady's rhythmic grunting and growling. It was an incredible thing to watch, and even more so knowing those two would be bonded for life -- Brady's gorgeous ass swallowing that meat, Willis's tight body rippling and rocking with each fresh stroke. I knew they were getting close when Willis's yelps became louder and sharper, and he slipped his wrist out of Brady's grip to jack his new brother's meat. I instinctively quickened my pace on Carter's, and pulled him closer.
Brady's whole body suddenly tensed and then jolted, and a big gush of hot cream splattered Willis's torso. The little guy grinned with pleasure, even as a second spurt laid a stripe across his face. And then Willis stiffened too, and shouted out, and began thrashing wildly as he blew his load into Brady. Without thinking I clenched Carter's meat in my fist, and he wrapped his arm around my neck and clamped tight, both of us caught up in the moment. Those two on the mat seemed to roll together in waves as they shot their first loads for each other, learning on the fly how to work together and give each other what they needed most.
When they'd drained themselves dry, Brady rolled off of Willis and picked him up to his knees. They wrapped their arms around and held each other close, kneeling together, faces buried deep in each other's shoulders, torsos glued together by Brady's cum. After what seemed like a long, long time they broke their grip, relaxed, and looked to their mentors.
"You two are true brothers now," I announced. "You'll train together, you'll support each other and you'll love each other. Forever. Just like Carter and me. Starting next semester, you're gonna be rooming together."
Carter nodded. "And Willis? If you don't wanna get your ass pushed around all over the mat by that meathead, you might think about packing on some muscle."
"That's your job," I told Brady. "Beef him up. Start tomorrow."
"Sure thing, Coach!" my boy grinned. Willis looked him over, wrapped an arm around his shoulders and grinned back at him.
"All right, we're hitting the showers. You two get busy with the mop. And if you get finished soon enough -- and I mean that mat better be spotless -- you can come on in and join us."
You never saw two boys hop up to their feet and head for the broom closet so fast in your life.
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