Date: Thu, 2 May 2019 17:46:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Ript Jock Subject: WRESTLING AND EVERYTHING ELSE - PART 3 (Athletics) Our first meet of the season was on a Friday night. We weren't expecting much of a challenge; we were going up against a smaller program from a second-tier conference, and we had the home mat advantage. Still, emotions were running pretty damn high. You take a bunch of wrestlers who haven't been in competition for nearly eight months and you're bound to see some attitudes busting out. The whole team was like a pack of hungry wolves. Jase had been especially edgy in the couple days beforehand. We'd had a great training session at Duncan's on Wednesday night - with our usual amazing finish - but Thursday morning he was like a different person. We still stuck close in the locker room and at practice as much as we could but his head was clearly someplace else; when he looked at me I'd swear he was seeing right through me and staring at something a thousand yards away. At the meet he stayed far in the background, stretching and hitting the cycle to blow off excess steam while the lower weight classes wrestled. Then they announced his match, and he came charging onto the mat like a holy terror, muscles rippling, veins bulging, his whole body seemingly glowing, and that skin tight singlet showing off everything in awesome detail. At the whistle he tied into his opponent like he wanted to rip him limb from limb. I yelled my head off for him as loud as I could, beginning to end, along with our whole pack of teammates who were doing the same. It really wasn't any contest at all. Jase was putting on a takedown clinic from the get-go. By the end of the first period he'd racked up a 10-2 lead, between two-fers and near-fall points. And the bulge in his singlet told me he was having a very good time - it wasn't blatant enough for the crowd to notice but believe me, that was one thing I was especially tuned in to. To be honest, I was getting pretty boned up myself just watching him. When he pinned his man halfway into the second, Jase launched off the mat like he was ready to explode, and the yells from the rest of us almost brought the rafters down. An hour later we were speeding across town in his car, still wearing our team warm-ups. Most of the guys had gone out to eat, to binge back some of the pounds they'd dropped for weigh-in. But Jase seemed to have a more pressing need on his mind and I thought I had a pretty good idea what it was. At Duncan's he was agitated in ways I didn't quite understand. We stripped down to our skins as usual and he attacked the weights like a madman, cranking out reps with the curl bar like he was on fire, thick meat pointing skyward, his muscles pumped up insanely. It was arousing as all hell to watch him but a little bit scary too, thinking about how he might channel all that aggression into me. At the end of his set he dropped the bar onto the rack, stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door. I waited a moment, then picked up the bar and began a set of my own. And then I heard a door open, and footsteps coming downstairs, and Duncan Kirk - the wrestling god, the legend himself - stepped into the weightroom. With no time to grab my clothes there was no point in trying to cover myself so I just stood there proudly naked, working through a set of biceps curls with a half-hard cock. "Well!" he said, looking me over. "Whose little boy are you?" "Jase Atkins. He's my mentor," I told him as I racked the bar. "Good. Jase is a good man. And a great wrestler." He stepped closer and eyed me up and down as I smiled and showed off my body to him, my cock growing just a bit harder. "Looks to me like Jase chose well. Is he around?" "Yeah, he's taking a piss or something. He was still cranked up from his match tonight." "He won?" "Easily. He hardly even broke a sweat. You didn't see it?" "I just got back into town. Wish I'd been there." Duncan looked concerned. "If Jase is here tonight, that means he needs some attention. You'd better let me take care of it." "Were you his mentor?" "No, Jase's mentor was Pete Wagner. I was Pete's. You're in the third generation of our little family. Our program's paying off well." He draped an arm around my shoulders, ran his hand lightly over my chest and abs, and gave my hard cock a light squeeze. Just a couple weeks ago, something like that would have had me flipping out... but now, from a guy I'd idolized for years, it was a very welcome greeting. "Duncan!" Jase emerged from the bathroom all smiles. "Hey there, champ," Duncan said. "I heard you kicked some ass tonight." "I did my job." "Looks like you've got some energy left. You still remember Greco?" "Fuck yeah!" Duncan grinned and started peeling off his clothes. The guy was in his early 30s but looked to be in top shape, even better than when he was in college. And Greco was his specialty; he'd competed internationally for a few years after graduation. He grabbed the olive oil and started slicking himself up, then handed the bottle over to Jase. I gazed awestruck at those two stark naked Greek gods rubbing the oil over each other's muscles, stretching and flexing, taunting each other and showing off for each other playfully, every muscle in their bodies standing out like forged bronze. The two of them together were my ultimate wet dream - massively ripped pecs, V-8 abs, veined and bulging arms with biceps and triceps for days. Ass cheeks as solid as carved stone and two meaty cocks as stiff as flagpoles. And with that glistening coat of olive oil, fuck! My mouth watered just looking at them. "Be ready," Duncan half-whispered to me as he handled me the bottle of oil and then squared off with Jase. "Go!" Duncan barked, and the two of them clashed together. The thing about Greco is you're not allowed to grab the other guy's legs, or use your own legs to hook or trip him. They're used for balance and of course for a solid base but the wrestling itself is all upper body. That means underhooks, bear hugs, lots of chest-to-chest and chest-to-back contact, big muscle moves... and big throws. I knew Duncan had suckered Jase into it to give himself the advantage but I had no idea where it would go from there. I stood transfixed at the edge of the mat watching as those two studs battled it out, muscle grinding on muscle, tendons popping, veins so dilated it looked as if they were about to burst. Slowly I began smearing oil on myself as I watched them, remembering what Duncan had said - be ready? For what? I rubbed it over my chest, fingered my nipples distractedly to the sounds of their animals grunts and oiled flesh smacking against flesh. I ran my slippery fingers down my abs, wrapped them around my hard cock and stroked while the combat played out right in front of me, Jase's and Duncan's overheated bodies blending sweat with oil, meshing and untangling, lunging, straining. I squeezed my balls and slid a finger along my crack as I watched my two muscle gods struggle to overpower each other. Duncan clearly had the better technique; Jase may have had him on strength but that isn't enough to win matches against a true master. I could tell he was holding back a little, leading Jase on and teasing him, drawing out the match to drain his gas tank dry. I wondered how much of that was for Jase's benefit, for Duncan's, or for mine. In any case they had me captivated; I couldn't take my eyes off the mayhem. I stood and watched and stroked myself, mesmerized by those two glorious bodies in furious motion, pulling on my meat long and slow as they crushed against each other. My heart jumped with every flurry of activity and every clash of stiff thick cocks. Finally Jase seemed to be running out of gas. All the nervous energy from the meet had kept him going this long but now he'd burned through his adrenaline and was beginning to waver and tremble a bit like he was about to crash hard. Duncan seized the opportunity, locked him up in a bear hug and slammed him to the mat with a spectacular throw. Jase let out a huge grunt like the wind was knocked out of him as his back hit the mat at the same time Duncan's chest crashed down on top of his. Duncan quickly tied up Jase's arms and powered his shoulders to the mat for the fall. Jase admitted defeat; his body fell slack and he just lay there on the mat panting and sweating. But that wasn't the end of it, by far. Duncan leaned in and started kissing Jase's chest. Jase moaned softly, spread his legs and lifted his knees slowly as he stroked Duncan's head. Duncan kissed and nibbled his way down each one of Jase's magnificent abs, then gave his stiff, straining cock a good long lick. "What do you want?" Duncan asked him. "I want your cock." "What do you need?" "I need you to fuck me. Please Duncan, fuck me hard!" "Good boy," Duncan said. Duncan spread Jase's knees wide and positioned himself in between. I watched breathlessly as he grabbed his thick, hard cock and pressed the tip to Jase's hole. Jase made little eager whimpering sounds as Duncan flexed his hips and began to push inside, very slowly at first but then sliding in easily, long and deep. He drove in all the way to his balls and held it there a few anxious seconds, then started pumping in and out with strong, forceful strokes. Jase's fists clenched. His eyes shut tight and he let out a sharp, urgent yelp with every one of Duncan's powerful thrusts, his entire body twitching, tensing and straining. Clearly he was loving it. My stiff cock dripped at the sight. I was stroking myself generously when Duncan glanced over and caught my eye. He motioned with his head and whispered, "Come join us." I wasn't sure exactly how or what I was supposed to do but as I watched those two studs fucking like wild bulls, every fiber of my being wanted to be a part of it. I padded across the mat to them and knelt behind Jase's head. For a minute I just watched longingly as Duncan pounded his meat into Jase's ass, making Jase's body jerk and reel with pleasure right before my eyes. I wanted to touch his flesh so bad, to feel the way his blood burned and his heart pounded. I reached out with both hands and massaged Jase's pecs, played with his nipples, and his moans and yelps became even more desperate and demanding. Jase grabbed my hands and pulled them down to his rippled abs, past his navel and then to his eager cock. I stroked his meat and tickled his ball sack as Duncan still banged away at him with a furious rhythm; Jase shuddered and whimpered softly as his eyes begged us both for more. Duncan gave me a look, licked his lips and nodded to me with a grin. He sure didn't need to coax me. I leaned in and took Jase's cock in my mouth, teased his cock head with my tongue and then slid it in as deep as I could. Jase's hips bucked; he squeezed his ass cheeks and strained to push it into me even deeper as Duncan plowed his hole with no mercy. The olive oil helped his cock glide smoothly into my throat, and before I knew it his pubes were tickling my chin. I pulled back and then took it in deep again, in and out matching Duncan's rhythm, and just as I was getting used to all these new and incredible sensations, the taste of the olive oil, my muscle stud's cock filling my throat, Duncan's ripped abs brushing the top of my head as his thick meat pounded my buddy... I felt Jase take my own swollen cock head in his lips and suck it in. I can't even begin to describe how fucking amazing it felt. The guy I admired most in all the world had my cock buried deep in his throat, and I was sucking his - while my childhood hero pounded his ass, and stroked the back of my head. I wanted it to last forever. But Jase didn't have much resistance left, and Duncan was nearing a climax. I heard Duncan let out a yell and then seconds later Jase's body convulsed, and a flood of hot thick salty cream poured into my mouth. I lapped and swallowed as he pumped out spurt after spurt, careful not to waste a single drop. Duncan clutched a handful of my hair and grunted savagely as he heaved his load into Jase, ramming in deep again and again until at last the two of them were drained. Duncan pulled out of Jase and lifted me off of him, and for just a moment I thought we were done. But then Duncan wrapped his arms around me from behind and held me close, while Jase bent over my lap and went back to work on my cock. He sucked me so goddamn sweetly I almost fucking cried, and I stroked his head and rubbed his shoulders to show him how much I loved it. Soon enough I felt a tingling that began in the soles of my feet and worked its way up through my legs and into my balls. I called out that I was going to cum and Duncan tightened his hold, and Jase quickly shoved my whole shaft down his throat. My cock erupted with a shattering load that gushed into Jase's warm wet mouth. My body shuddered and bucked in Duncan's strong, muscled arms; he held me so firm and gentle, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. When I'd shot my load and my cock had finally quit throbbing, Jase pulled it out of his mouth and kissed me long and deep, giving me a taste of my own cum before he swallowed the last of it down. The three of us stayed on the mat tangled up together for minutes on end, Duncan still holding me with an arm across my chest and the other around Jase's shoulders, Jase with an arm around my shoulders and a hand cradling my package, me leaning back against Duncan's chest, one hand stroking his thigh and the other fondling Jase's cock. I could have stayed just like that for days. I'd always heard people say wrestlers are like a family, and now I understood what it meant. I was still brand new here but I knew it was where I truly belonged. I knew these guys would be my family forever, and I'd do anything to show them I was worth everything they'd done for me, and make them proud. Slowly, gently, I untangled myself from their arms and found my way to my feet. "I'll get the mop," I said. "Good boy," Jase answered quickly. Duncan grinned. "I'll meet you guys in the shower." ******************************************************************* Hey guys I'm really glad you're enjoying the adventures of my freshman wrestler and his muscle stud mentor. Be sure to tell me if you'd like to see more, and let me know what makes your cock hard - ha! These guys will be back for another round soon, meanwhile please give some thought to donating a few bucks to the site - where else are ya gonna get your daily fix of hot stories like this?