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Subject: WRESTLING AND EVERYTHING ELSE – PART 44 (Athletics) Justin was a huge guy who wanted to be even huger. He was already tearing it up at 197 but the man was in love with big muscle. He did everything he could to pack on as much beef as possible, and then had to go to extreme lengths shredding down before each meet just to make weight. He had his mind set on moving up to heavyweight, so he could get as big as he wanted and not have to worry about cutting down. It wasn’t so long ago that the guys who wrestled heavyweight were big fat blobs who moved like Godzilla in slow motion, but a lot had been changing lately. More and more NCAA wrestlers were competing internationally in the off season, either freestyle or Greco, and where the NCAA put anyone over 197 in the heavyweight class, international competitions had another cutoff at 214. So, they’d bulk up for heavyweight in college meets but still have to make weight for that international class. They needed to be big and strong enough to handle the old school fat guys at home, but lean and quick enough to hang with the overseas crowd. That attitude was tailor-made for Justin, as far as he was concerned. I mean, if he wasn’t wrestling, he’d surely be competing as a bodybuilder somewhere. The guy was massive. And strong. And damn quick for his size. And he wanted nothing more in life than to get even more massive, and stronger, and quicker, and stay ripped as all fucking hell, and throw down on the mat with guys who were just the same. Not that he had any dreams about competing in Azerbaijan or some fucking place. He just wanted to beef up as much as his heart desired, and get matches with all those other big lean ripped bull studs. Carter and I backed him up on his plan as soon as he told us about it, and of course his brother Travis loved the idea – the more muscle Justin could wrap around him and squash him up against, the better. But changing weight classes in mid-season was kind of a dicey proposition. We hadn’t started the conference duals yet so there was still a little time left to work on the starting lineup. But the coaching staff would have to buy in on it, and that meant the whole family had to get behind it too. If Justin was going to make it work, he’d have to prove himself against the best. He’d been working out with Kyle ever since he came on board. Duncan signed on to train him too. Neither of those guys had been Justin’s size when they wrestled but they’d each added some mass since retiring from competition; Kyle was like a bear-sized bag of bowling balls, and Duncan was as solid as a tank. And they both had crazy skills on the mat. Between the two of them, they’d put him through the paces. Those two could handle anybody. The training was mostly kept under wraps. Even Jase and Travis hadn’t seen exactly what went on, because Duncan thought they’d be a distraction. Carter and I were naturally curious as all hell. So, one night when we knew they’d be working out, we brought our boys over to Duncan’s for a weightroom session. They were already deep into training when we arrived. We stripped down to our compression shorts and settled in at the cable pulls where we could pretend to be working out and still have a good view. Kyle and Duncan were launching at Justin one at a time in a wild, freeform tag team match. As soon as Justin escaped from one, the other would instantly go on the attack. They were relentless, hammering at him nonstop, but Justin was hanging in there and standing up to everything they threw at him; they might put him down, but they sure couldn’t hold him for long. Of course, all three were naked and oiled. And boned, it goes without saying. I’d never seen anything quite like it, those three big studs crashing together again and again, their massive muscles flexing and rippling as they strained against each other, the sweat dripping off them in buckets and the scent of their musk filling the room. We practically had to clamp our hands over Willis’s and Brady’s mouths to keep those two boys from blurting their excitement out loud. I couldn’t imagine how Justin was holding on; Kyle and Duncan gave him everything they had but couldn’t manage to wear him down. Instead, Justin’s ungodly escort izmit strength was getting the best of both of them, and as the session went on they’d only have to switch off sooner and sooner. Every time one of them got the advantage, our buddy would snort and bellow and roar like a wild bull, and then break free and overpower his trainer and the other one would have to step in. It was an amazing thing to see, all that solid muscle in action, veins standing out like roadmaps and tendons popping, and three huge rock-hard cocks dueling in a fight to the finish. It wasn’t long at all before four more cocks were stiff as could be, bulging in our shorts as we hid in the background gaping at the show. Brady gave me a grin, stroked my meat through the tented fabric, slipped a finger into the waistband and teased my swollen cock head. His brother Willis eyed us with a smile and then started in on Carter, rubbing his package and fondling his balls. A long last it looked like Kyle and Duncan were wearing the big guy down. Justin was reacting slower and slower, and moved like he was swimming in Jell-O; he couldn’t have had much gas left in the tank. His trainers nodded to each other and moved in for the kill. Together they took him down hard, Justin crashing to his knees and stiff-arming the mat to keep from face planting on the Resilite. With our buddy on all fours and the other two pressing down on him, the four of us all held our breath, knowing just what was coming. Duncan took the honors. As Kyle held Justin’s shoulders down from the front, Duncan moved in behind, pried the big guy’s knees apart and speared him with a world class horsecock, thick and cut and meaty. Justin growled and grunted as Duncan shoved it in good and hard, all the way to the root with one deep stroke, and then started banging away at him without so much as a moment’s pause. Now that they’d reached this stage, there wasn’t any point in us being discreet about it. We didn’t want to miss a beat. We moved right up to the edge of the mat and took seats like paying customers, Carter and I sitting side by side, Brady on my right flank and Willis on my brother’s left. Kyle looked over and flashed us a grin, still holding Justin’s shoulders down as Duncan railed that muscled ass with a vengeance. Soon enough Duncan’s pounding began to slow; it had been a long, hard session. And we should have seen it coming, but still we gazed in wonder as Duncan nodded to Kyle and the two of them smoothly traded places, Duncan holding Justin’s shoulders down and Kyle ramming into his ass. The big guy just continued to snort and grunt and bellow like before, damned if either one of his trainers or both together could get the better of him and force out a moan or a whimper. He was determined to be a true heavyweight, and from where we sat he sure looked the part. And so it went. Just as they’d tag teamed him in the wrestling match, now Kyle and Duncan tag teamed the big guy’s ass, each taking their turns plowing into him and giving him a good hard banging before handing him off to the other again. The four of us were gaping in amazement, awestruck at the sight of those two studs slamming Justin’s big muscled ass, the smacking sound of flesh on flesh, and that sensual slurp when one thick rigid cock pulled out and another one slid smoothly in. There was something intensely exciting about seeing a big guy like Justin, our very own buddy, get pounded by two fucking studs like Duncan and Kyle and stand up to it, love every minute of it, all but beg them for more. We marveled at the way they manhandled him and how he never flinched, he just stayed there rock solid on all fours and took it, even rocked his hips back to meet their thrusts. I never admired or respected him more in my life than seeing how he took cock. It was the way we all felt, I could tell from the way we sat together and gazed at him without a word, and the way our breaths fell into the same rhythm as the fucking our boy was getting. Willis had been softly stroking Carter’s cock throughout the session. Now he tugged at Carter’s shorts, looped the waistband down under his balls, leaned in and took his mentor’s cock into his mouth. Swabbed the head with his lips and izmit rus escort tongue, then slid that shaft in as deep as it would go, proud of himself for being able to swallow it whole. My brother draped an arm over his boy’s shoulders and raked his fingers through Willis’s shaggy hair, showing his appreciation as that sweet kid bobbed his head slowly up and down, fondling and gently squeezing his balls, worshipping every inch of Carter’s meat from his pubes to the tip. I loved watching my brother get sucked. Seeing the way his cock slid into that eager boy’s mouth made me feel so goddamn good. He was the kind of guy who should never have to go without a blow job; I’d sure given him my share, and would gladly suck him every morning, noon and night, if that’s what he wanted. The way Willis sucked him, so dutifully, so committed to giving him pleasure, warmed my heart so fucking much. I looked into my brother’s eyes and saw how they lit up with each move his boy made, and I gripped his hand and squeezed and for a minute forgot about those three bull studs bucking and thrashing on the mat right in front of us. Brady wasn’t about to be outdone. As soon as he noticed what was going on I felt his hand digging into my shorts and pulling out my cock, and then his lips kissing it, his tongue lapping and licking, his mouth devouring it and pushing it into his throat. Those two boys were forever in competition, to show off all their skills and prove who was more devoted to his mentor. I rubbed his bristly head and wrapped my arm around him, loving him for being such a good boy and for wanting so badly to be a part of our family. On the mat, Duncan still banged away, railing Justin’s ass with everything he had left. I saw his eyes begin to glaze over; it looked like our chief was heading for a big finish. He gripped Justin’s quads with both hands and slammed into him again and again, grunting loudly and forcing deep guttural yelps and growls from our buddy. He shut his eyes tight and rammed in one last time, his face dripping with sweat and red as a beet, and held it in deep. His whole body clenched and his muscles pumped up to the limit as he gushed his load into Justin’s guts. Kyle sure wasn’t about to be left out. He gripped his big cock with one hand and grabbed Justin by the scruff of the neck with the other, held the big guy’s head up and jacked himself furiously. While Duncan was still blowing cream up the chute, Kyle blasted a huge thick load into Justin’s face. The big guy stuck his chin out and took it all defiantly, as spurt after spurt of Kyle’s hot jizz splattered his forehead and cheeks and nose and lips, ran down his face in gooey streams and dripped off his chin. And they didn’t leave our buddy hanging either. As soon as Duncan’s spasmic jerking and twitching subsided he reached around, grabbed Justin’s meat in his fist and jacked him, his own cock still hard and buried deep inside. He wrapped his free arm tight around the big guy’s ribs, pressed his massive pecs to Justin’s back and worked that meat with a vengeance. Justin shuddered all over, then tensed and reared back and unleashed, spouting a big rope of cum. Kyle stroked his head and massaged his shoulders as Justin kept spewing out his seed, bucking and trembling and twitching and bellowing wildly, until those big balls were drained and his cock hung limp, and the last drops of his cum were dripping onto the mat between his knees. The three of them drew in tight and huddled together, in one great big mass of ripped muscle and veins and sweat and spent juices. Carter and I sat gazing at them side by side, our shoulders leaning on each other, while our boys sucked and licked and lapped at our cocks. God, it had been an impressive show. We glanced at each other, traded a look and instantly began making out. And holy fuck, the experience of making out with my brother while our boys swallowed our cocks was like nothing else we’d ever felt before. I honestly didn’t know which gave me more pleasure, the feeling of Brady sucking me so sweetly while I made out with Carter, or the sight of Willis sucking him as he made out with me. Either way, it made my cock so hard it ached. I must have been kocaelide escort leaking precum pretty freely, because Brady was sucking and slurping and swallowing me so dutifully. With one hand cradling my brother’s head and our tongues tangled, I stroked my boy’s head with the other, petting him reassuringly to show him my gratitude — and damned if he didn’t react just like a puppy, lapping at me even more eagerly and wriggling in my lap with excitement. Carter was likewise running his fingers through Willis’s hair over and over, and his boy couldn’t have been more content than he was with that stiff cock jammed into his throat. No way could I last much longer. Between my boy and my brother and his boy, all the sensuality running through my body and my mind were too much to keep under control. I felt a wave of heat surge over me; I tensed and tried my best to hold it off just a few seconds more but it was no use. Better to let myself cut loose freely than spoil the moment trying to control it. I gripped Brady’s head to let him know I was ready to blow and unloaded into his mouth. I felt the cream rushing through my shaft as I spurted, felt it flooding hot and thick over my cock head. He sucked and sucked and swallowed, letting out little yelps of pleasure, as my whole body tingled and jerked and spasmed, totally committed to releasing my load and filling my boy’s mouth with sperm. My cock was still throbbing when I felt Carter’s muscles tighten, his breath catch in his throat. And then he was bucking and jerking right along with me, and it was so fucking good to hold his body against mine while he poured his juice into Willis. Every quiver of his muscles made me feel so damn happy; I could never get enough of seeing my brother cum. I wrapped both arms around him and held him and kissed him until we both finally stopped twitching and settled down. And then it was time to reward our boys. We pulled them up from our cocks and held them and kissed them long and deep, tasting our own juices on their tongues. We cuddled with them and told them what good boys they were, and they rubbed their bodies against us eagerly and rested their heads on our shoulders. Naturally their cocks were as hard as could be, and we stroked them softly, getting them ready for the next step. The big guys on the mat untangled themselves. Duncan and Kyle tromped off to the shower together; Justin plodded over to us and grinned. “Lookin’ in on us, huh? Looks like you got your money’s worth.” “Man, I’m impressed,” Carter said. “You can take some punishment!” “Punishment?” He laughed. “Not hardly. This is training. If I wanna be a heavyweight, I gotta be in shape to take on the big boys.” “Looks like they’re making sure of it,” I told him. “Kyle and Duncan? Hell, they didn’t even wanna do this shit. I’m the one who knew what I needed. I begged `em. We’re all pretty good with it now, since I showed `em I can take it.” The boys were staring at him like he was a god. They both chimed in and told him what a great job he was doing, and how much they admired him. They couldn’t wait to see him kick ass as a heavyweight wrestler. “Well,” Justin said, “guess I better grab the mop and get this place cleaned up.” “We’ll do it!” Willis blurted out, jumping to his feet. “Yeah, let us!” Brady begged him earnestly. He gave them an odd look. “If you really want to, go ahead and get at it.” The two of them scrambled onto the mat, squared off at center in the midst of the sweat and cum, and locked up in a collar tie, so hyped they were ready to bust out of their skins. I grinned at the big guy. “I think the mop will have to wait, these two might have a little energy to burn off first. Grab a seat with us if you want. It oughtta be a pretty good show.” ******************************************************* This chapter was quite a rush for me to write, hope you guys liked it too. We’re getting a little deeper into the season; everything’s coming into focus for the guys, and pretty soon they’ll all be facing the tough challenges and big matches that come with being a wrestler. Momentous decisions, major events, and of course, raw muscle and raw sex. So, stay tuned! And guys, as usual, I’ll remind you that this website offers a lot of good times and doesn’t ask for much in return. So please, after you blow a nice hot load consider making a donation, so my family of wrestlers and all the other smoking hot stories will always have a home!

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