Mascots

Driving behind the coach carrying the Beldon wrestling team was a mini-bus with ten male students. Before boarding, they all introduced themselves to each other. There was a lightheartedness but underlying tension. School had been in session for two weeks and they had never formally met each other. There was mutual unspoken curiosity as they all were in the same situation. 

Michael, Patrick and Donald, were sitting next to each other during the ride. “So, how are you two getting along with your roommates?” Laughed the ever brusque Patrick. “I’m loving all that hot young cock. We’re lucky to be getting it regular.” Michael and Donald were both blushing. “Well, it’s a unique experience” said Donald. “I had reservations, especially as I was virgin. But after being with Vince I was ready to go through with it” said Michael. “Man! Vince is a first class stud!” roared Patrick. “Oh my god! I will never forget how great he made me feel” confessed Donald. The ice had been broken and the three became friends. They spoke of their homelives, what they’ve been up to and Michael and Donald overcame their shyness due to the gregarious Patrick’s directness. They bonded over their fates and detailed their sexual servitude with graphic descriptions of their roommates’ equipment and preferences. There was also amazement at what was to follow that night.

The bus arrived at its destination, a college in another town. One of their mascot duties was to attend wrestling events to cheer their roommates on. The ten bottoms were seated together in the arena that was packed with parents, friends and spectators. Michael, Patrick and Donald sat together. It was an arousing exhibition of match after match of two hot guys wrestling each other, lasting four hours. They watched in awe as their roommates and the team’s other members wrestled the college’s members during match after match. The sight of their Tops clad in their skintight red singlets with the massive bulges of the dicks and balls they knew so well was overwhelming. The other college’s team wore blue and they were all equally as physically commanding. None the trio had given wrestling a thought before, but now they were caught up in the spectacle. Coach McGuire was pacing around in a suit and with an intense expression. Beldon won!

The bottoms were back in their bus and were driven to a warehouse off campus. To foster solidarity and team spirit, Coach McGuire had instituted post event gatherings. The 30 wrestlers were all nude when Michael, Patrick and Donald and the seven others arrived. The bottoms took off their clothes except their team color red jockstraps. Each, hopped up on one of the 10 padded tables in the cavernous space and got on all fours. This was a freewheeling escapade with the wrestlers getting to sample bottoms other than their roommates. Buckets with condoms and lube were strategically placed.

Michael, Patrick, Donald and the seven other bottoms looked perversely beautiful in position on the tables with their prime ass cheeks spread, holes exposed and accented by the red straps of their jockstraps. Coach McGuire had good taste. All, had firm lean bodies and faces that ranged from handsome to quirkily good looking and just plain cute. They all looked around at each other before the ravaging began.

Like a herd of wild beasts, the 30 nude wrestlers pillaged their prey. It was a frenzied series of tableaus. Bottoms taking it at both ends, wrestlers moving from bottom to bottom in quick succession to get their dick sucked. The wrestlers may have been champions on the mat, but these bottoms were champions at sucking dick and getting fucked. Vince’s grand training was evidenced by the superb technique and supreme submissiveness on display.

There was a great sense of camaraderie by all. An hour later, after every wrestler had cum, they all adjourned to the communal showers. There was collective euphoria at having been victorious and then mutually gotten off. The bottoms took their showers, got dressed and went back to their bus.

“That was fucking awesome! I came twice!” declared Patrick. “I told you Stu is hung heavy!” Michael and Donald who were not so talkative.  They had never imagined anything like this and were consumed by their conflicted feelings.