A Perfect Match

The two rolled over and over on the mat. Brian, an accomplished wrestler, had Joe trapped in a reverse bear hug that the less experienced guy couldn’t slide out of or shake off. Brian smiled, knowing that he could keep his younger opponent in the hold for as long as he wanted. He held the eighteen-year-old body against his own so firmly that it seemed as though the two bodies were glued together.

Brian had a big advantage being ten years older. His well-muscled arms clamped easily around the slender waist with supreme authority. He liked having the bear hug positioned low enough so that one his arms touched the waistband of Joe’s brief. Brian ended the roll with Joe’s chest pressed to the mat. Brian adjusted his body to make himself comfortable on top of Joe’s back. The wrestling stud had wanted this for a long time and had no thought of releasing the kid.

“You’re not gettin’ outa this one,” stated Brian. He added more power to the squeeze. Joe coughed as the pressure on his gut began to restrict his breathing. Joe gulped for air but wouldn’t submit.

“Need more convincing?” The wrestler re-applied the bear hug with a powerful jolt.

“Ah!” gasped Joe. He tried once more to pry the python arms away from his gut, but soon found out that he couldn’t the huge biceps.

The wrestler maintained his squeeze, testing the kid’s endurance. Joe still didn’t give up, but in this case that didn’t matter to Brian: he loved keeping his arms securely around the guy. Every so often he repeated his sudden, jolting squeeze on Joe. But Brian did it to have fun, rather than to gain a victory. He enjoyed making Joe gasp and struggle, unable to escape him.

Although Joe knew he didn’t have the strength or wrestling ability to free himself, something else was slowly achieving that. Brian could feel Joe’s cock reaching above the kid’s waistband and begin touching his arm. This greatly embarrassed Joe. After all, he had not known Brian very long. He now regretted agreeing to the bodybuilder’s idea of wrestling in briefs.

Joe worked again to get out of Brian’s hold. At last he managed to at least push himself up onto his hands and knees. But Brian’s body remained stretched out on top of his handsome victim, with the bear hug solidly in place. Joe kept trying to escape, but that just didn’t happen. On the other hand, Joe’s cock head kept reaching upward and nudging Brian’s arm.

Over the next several minutes, Brian said nothing to Joe about the kid’s expanding cock. But as the bear hug continued, he began to feel some dampness on his arm and at the top of Joe’s brief. Brian loved that and still kept quiet about it. However, when Joe realized that his cock had deposited drops of pre-cum into his brief and onto Brian’s arm, he became afraid. He didn’t want to admit to Brian that he had reacted that way to Brian’s long bear hug.

Out of breath from the tight bear hug, his hardening cock and his thoughts about Brian, Joe lay motionless. He worried what Brian would think about his leaking cock. And he wondered how he could explain it to the stud. Joe only knew that his cock felt very good, and that concerned him as well.

Brian finally broke the silence. “Your cock likes my bear hug.”

Joe didn’t respond, but kept trying to wriggle out of the hold. But slowly, almost undetectably, Brian inched one of his hands lower and gradually had it inside Joe’s brief and around the guy’s appreciative cock.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doin’?” asked Joe, making it sound like he objected strongly to Brian’s move.

“Nice one,” replied Brian.

“Let go of it, man!” insisted Joe, still not revealing his innermost thoughts or fears.

Brian ignored the words. He slipped his other hand inside the brief and held Joe’s tall shaft with both hands.

“No!” yelled Joe.

“Shut up, boy! It’s just one guy checkin’ out another guy.”

At first Joe kept struggling against Brian, but then he stopped. Maybe Brian was right—maybe it’s just something that guys do with each other. After all, Brian wasn’t jacking him off or trying to squeeze his cock into submission.

Brian held Joe like that for a long time. He loved feeling the youth’s breathing and the cock’s tightness and spasms in his hands. He saw no reason to hurry.

“Ever had a guy hold your cock before?” asked Brian.

“Fuck off!” yelled Joe.

Far from discouraged, Brian kept his hands inside the brief and around the turned-on cock. He still didn’t apply a lot of force, but held it with a constant pressure.

“Shit!” said Joe. “You’re crazy, man! Let go!”

“I think you like this,” replied Brian. “Your cock sure does.”

Joe couldn’t deny that, especially when the muscle kept discharging pre-cum almost regularly. Joe kept protesting, but the protests began to sound increasingly hollow and less frequent. Finally, Joe stopped resisting altogether.

To Brian, the best thing about wrestling was getting a guy in a hold he couldn’t get out of. Any prolonged holds were the best. Brian rarely watched pro-wrestling bouts, because their fans expect to see action—athletic, flying maneuvers, punching, stomping, even chairs thrown. But for Brian, that was crowd-conditioning, not wrestling.

Private wrestling was just the opposite—a guy challenging another guy’s muscles and ability to survive not only pain, but pleasure as well. If a wrestler made his opponent cum, for Brian that amounted to a real submission—leaving him drained and unable to continue the fight, but feeling really good afterward.

Brian got a terrific thrill if he could make a guy submit that way—no matter how long it took. So during his two-handed hold on Joe’s cock, Brian had his perfect opponent. Joe didn’t have the strength, the wrestling skills or the will to break free. Brian’s fingers began freely check out the shaft as he held it. The fingers lightly investigated specific parts of the rod, especially the cockhead. Joe uttered soft groans of pleasure as they tickled or poked it.

“You wanted this, didn’t ya,” said Brian.

“You’re fucked up, man. You must think I’m gay or something.”

“Yeah, I do. Your cock doesn’t lie, buddy!”

“Ah! Stop it, you queer! You’re gonna make…..”

“Make what? Make you cum?” He paused. “You will cum, man. Because you like what I’m doin’ to your big cock!”

Joe grunted more loudly as Brian pleasured the sensitive head.

“You can’t stop me, buddy.”

After hearing those words, Joe did try to stop it. He suddenly became more agitated. He squirmed and then fought to throw the wrestler off him. But the attempts accomplished nothing. Sinking back down on the mat, Joe began to realize the truth of what Brian had said. He remembered fantasies he’d had years ago, wrestling fantasies that always led to orgasms as he thought about them. His imaginary opponents would use his cock or balls as the prime target for submission holds. The holds would make him give, and give up his juice as well. He had tried to bury those fantasies, but now feeling the wrestler’s hands around his cock, he could no longer suppress them.

Brian could feel that change in Joe. He grasped the sides of the brief and slowly edged the jock lower, across Joe’s sexy butt and to his knees. Brian returned his hands to the cock. He used a foot to pull the brief lower until he had it completely off. Joe made no attempt to escape. In fact, now naked, he seemed to feel more horny.

“I’m gonna take you, man,” Brian whispered in Joe’s ear.

Joe gasped at those words. A larger spurt of pre-cum shot out of his cock. The wrestler held the kid’s shaft more firmly.

“Ah!” shouted Joe, stunned by an acute pleasure that spread into every cell of his pulsing tool. He clutched the wrestler’s right arm—not to pull it away, but to let Brian know that he wanted him to keep it there.

“Yeah, submit to it, dude. I know you want this.”

Brian applied a series of short but cum-inducing squeezes on the cockhead.

“Don’t….don’t stop, man,” gasped Joe.

Brian continued to hold Joe down while his fingers kept teasing the cock with subtle but potent moves. Although Brian’s hands rarely moved much, the pleasure inside Joe’s shaft remained extremely high. Joe didn’t think he could handle it much longer. He gripped Brian’s arms.

“Are you ready to submit to me?” asked Brian.

“Yes!” said Joe. “Take me!”

“You wanna cum for me, don’t ya!” said Brian.

“Yes!” grunted Joe.

The wrestler kept his hands around the cock with an even pressure, resisting the urge to force the cum out with a fast jackoff. Brian thought that would be too easy and far too quick. Brian wanted the kid to feel the pleasure much longer, to beg for it, to become addicted to it.

In desperation, at first Joe tried to squeeze Brian’s hands harder to encourage an orgasm. But the hands stayed locked around his cock like iron gloves, unwilling to move at all. Joe simply couldn’t budge them in any direction. Brian smiled, loving his control.

Joe’s body strained as his body teetered on the edge of an orgasm. But Brian made sure the pleasure never went over the top. At one point Joe reached behind him and found Brian’s fully aroused cock. He squeezed into it, demonstrating what he wanted Brian to do to his. But Brian maintained his continuous pressure on Joe’s rod. No matter what kind of squeeze or jacking Joe tried, the wrestler never wavered in gripping Joe’s cock with just the right amount of pressure. It kept the kid exasperated. But Brian also kept him locked in a hold of never-ending pleasure.

Joe couldn’t compete with the feelings inside his shaft. His hands soon fell to his sides and onto the mat again.

He had no defense. He knew Brian would make him submit his juice, regardless of how the wrestler did it, or how long it took. Brian’s tongue licked the side of Joe’s neck, causing surges of excitement in the kid.

More minutes passed. Joe’s cum waited expectantly for the big moment.

“I can’t take this anymore, man!” Joe pleaded. “Finish me!”

Brian kissed the back of Joe’s head. “When you cum is my choice, not yours, buddy,” said Brian softly. “First, I’m gonna keep you down and teach you how to hold your cum!”

It became clear to Joe that Brian had more in mind than a wrestling victory. Joe’s phrase, “I’m gonna keep you,” became like a chant recurring in his mind. He began to believe that Brian wanted more than a wrestling win or anything else. But Brian also knew that Joe’s youth would probably prevent him from knowing how to do—or even want—a long-term partnership with him. For that reason Brian wanted to make Joe feel so good that he would at least always remember this encounter.

As a result, Brian continued his dedicated, two-handed hold on Joe’s cock. The wrestler kept himself turned-on by feeling the youth’s body occasionally twitch and his cock tighten in spasms. Brian knew that Joe couldn’t hold back his orgasm forever. So he made Joe’s cum rise within him at a pace so slow that Joe began to suffer and cry out in breathless anticipation. When it finally erupted, Joe clutched Brian’s hands, preventing them from disengaging.

As the youthful sperm shot out him, Joe felt Brian’s cock suddenly become rigid against his body. The wrestler groaned as his cum pumped out, spraying Joe’s butt and lower back. Both guys gasped loudly, each celebrating a victory than only males can experience.

After the orgasms, neither guy wanted to move. Joe stayed motionless on his stomach with Brian sprawled on top of him. The wrestler still had his arms around the kid. He rested his head on Joe’s shoulder, while his hands continued to hold the stiff cock. Joe’s sex muscle showed no sign of needing a rest. It stood at attention, as if no orgasm had occurred. Brian glided one of his hands slowly up and down its cum-coated surface.

Joe loved the feeling. Brian did more to the cock. He lightly pinched it in various places and he alternated with some delicate squeezing. The two talked while Brian played. Each told the other how good he felt. Soon the wrestler knew Joe’s cock as well as he knew his own. Holding the cock’s base with his left hand, Brian started to tickle the cock head with his right. The feather-light sensations made the rod jump at every touch.

Brian never seemed to tire of tantalizing it in this way. Because the tool had remained stiff following Joe’s orgasm, Brian used great care with his fingers. Too much pressure on the sensitive, pleasure-consumed head would cause the guy to fight to break away from him—and neither guy wanted that to happen.

After time passed, Brian gradually increased the pressure on the cock’s head—but only in the slightest degree.

“Oh, man!” groaned Joe, slightly moving his butt when he felt Brian’s periodic touches and rubs.

Brian maintained his control of the cock until it was ready to accept firmer squeezes and rubs. And the one thing that Brian definitely wanted was control.

“Yeah, rassle it,” whispered Joe.

Brian’s more muscular efforts paid off almost immediately. He felt strong spasms grip the tool once more. As usual, he didn’t need to apply sudden pressure. He could cause endless and significant spasms by working on the shaft lightly in places of heightened pleasure. In Brian’s mind he called these places his “attack zones.” Soon he had the cock discharging spurts of pre-cum almost whenever Brian desired it.

Joe couldn’t see Brian’s hands, but he definitely felt what they did to him. The longer Brian gripped him, the greater his pleasure became. His ballsack seemed to grow in power and stiffness. His cock not only radiated with passion: it wanted more from Brian—more wrestling, more domination, more torture.

He fantasized himself in a pro match with a hot wrestler who had him trapped in a long, brutal body scissors. In Joe’s mind, his cock became his trapped body, and as the wrestler’s legs clamped into it, Joe longed for an orgasm.

Still lost in his fantasy, Joe yelled, “Make it submit!”

Brian smiled, knowing that he had the teen right where he wanted him—trapped, submissive, and on the edge of another climax. And Brian kept him like that, forcing Joe to deal with it. After a while, Brian moved to his next target—Joe’s balls.

He slowly slid one hand lower, fanned out his fingers and gently closed them around the kid’s testicle sack, applying very little pressure. That proved to be a wise decision, because Joe had always been hesitant about having his teenage buddies mess with them, as teen boys sometimes like to do with each other.

Brian carefully inspected each ball—a feeling that at first made Joe twitch. But Joe soon found out that the fingers did not intend to threaten. Instead they seemed respectful, even worshipful, and definitely sexual. Then Brian slid his other hand from Joe’s cock down to the firm sack.

“Now there’s three things about you that turn me on,” whispered Brian.

Brian held one ball in each hand, admiring its exceptional size. Still somewhat apprehensive, Joe tensed up for a while as Brian explored each ball like a doctor would do in a physical exam. But Brian’s fingers remained around the balls for longer than any doctor’s check. Joe started to relax as trust developed between the two guys.

“These are awesome, man,” reported Brian. He started to give them a few short test squeezes. Joe flinched, but only briefly. Gradually Brian added slightly more pressure every time he squeezed. Over time he succeeded in getting Joe to tolerate much harder squeezes without objecting.

Brian began to apply some downward pressure on the balls as well. Joe groaned, but to him moderate pulls or stretches on the balls meant greater pleasure. Brian was happy about that—it made the kid seem more daring, more sexy.

“I like your boys,” admitted Brian. “Sometime I wanna play with them all day!”

Joe seemed somewhat disturbed by the “all day” phrase, since no guy had ever held his balls for more than a few seconds. But as happened with Brian’s sustained control of the kid’s cock, Joe slowly warmed up to the idea.

“That might be fun,” replied Joe eventually, and also tentatively.

As Brian became more familiar with Joe’s balls, they slowly hardened. The kid’s cock also started to slowly leak juice. Brian finally felt the pre-cum as it rolled down the cock onto his hands.

“Your juice is real warm, ” said Brian. He spread some of the drizzling cum onto Joe’s rod. In doing that his own cock began oozing cum as well. Then he kissed Joe’s neck and even bit into it a little at the same time.

Joe patted Brian’s leg in response. Then he started to feel Brian’s hard cock pressing against his butt.

“I’m gonna fuck ya,” he said to Joe quietly.

Joe’s immediately reaction was to get away. But Brian had a firm grip on the kid’s balls, so that an escape became impossible.

“It’s O.K., man, I’ll take it slow,” promised Brian.

Still Joe tried to wriggle out of Brian’s clutches. “Stop that shit or I’ll crush your nuts!”

Joe then calmed down. Brian believed correctly that no one had ever fucked Joe before this, so he was doubly determined to cause him more pleasure than pain.

Brian’s cock had already been generously lubed with his own pre-cum, making it easy for the guy to slide the end of his rod between the kid’s buns and against his tight butt hole.

“No!” begged Joe.

“This is something I gotta do, buddy—and I don’t say that to every guy.”

Brian held Joe steady with both arms locked around him again. “I’m not gonna hurt ya. But don’t move.”

But Joe’s body had nevertheless already frozen in fear. His mouth opened as he felt the huge rod slide into him. Joe gasped and clawed the mat with his hands.

Brian kissed the back of his neck again. “You’re doin’ great, buddy.”

Joe grunted as the wrestler pushed his cock into Joe—but only about another half inch. Then he stopped, letting the kid get used to the feel of the cock in his ass.

Brian took a long time entering Joe, because he stopped the cock’s forward motion frequently out of concern for Joe’s fears. He also stopped often to allow his own pleasure to lessen in order to avoid an orgasm.

“You are so hot…. so hot!” Brian whispered in Joe’s ear.

After many minutes, Brian at last had his long cock all the way inside Joe. “I’ve got ya now, buddy!”

As Joe gasped, Brian kissed him again. “My cock likes your ass!” He hugged the kid passionately before proceeding with any more movements of his cock.

Joe had seen videos of guys getting fucked and a lot of them had pained ions on their faces. But so far the experience seemed more pleasurable than uncomfortable to Joe.

“That’s right, man. Flow with it,” said Brian.

But when Brian started actually fucking the guy—although very slowly—Joe again grabbed Brian’s legs in fright. Brian kept his in-and-out motion controlled. And in a few moments Joe began to accept it. Much later the fucking started to feel pleasurable. Then Joe propped his upper body off the mat with his arms, opened his mouth widely and gasped.

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your walnut!” announced Brian.

“What?” whispered Joe.

“Your prostate,” answered Brian.

The kid’s groans of acceptance and pleasure grew as Brian’s big rod started to feel a part of him.

“I really like bein’ inside you, man,” said Brian softly.

“I like it, too,” replied Joe.

Brian snaked a hand under the kid and took hold of his cock with a hand. He gently mass­aged the sensitive cockhole with a finger. Warm sperm oozed from it in a slow but steady stream.

“I can tell you like it,” said Brian, bathing his fingertip in the kid’s liquid. “You wanna give me more of your cum?”

“Yeah.”

Joe proved it by squirting a large amount of pre-cum onto Brian’s finger. His upper body fell to the mat again.

The wrestler slowly started to move his rod back and forth inside the kid’s ass.

“I wanna sleep with you tonight.” said Brian.

“Same here,” said Joe.

“But not just tonight,” clarified Brian. “I want to do that every night. I want you to stay with me.”

“If we stay together, does that mean we’ll wrestle every day?” asked Joe sheepishly.

“Yes,” answered Brian. “And at night the winner fucks the loser!”

Joe smiled.

“Do you feel like a winner or loser right now?

“As long as I’m with you, I’m always the winner.”

Though getting dreary, Joe continued to hold Brian to make sure he didn’t pull out of him.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, buddy.”

Joe relaxed. “I wanna cum all night,” said Joe.

Brian’s hands gripped Joe’s cock harder. “That’s a given!” Brian added, “I’m also gonna fuck you all night.” Brian felt another shot of sperm hit his fingers.

“I guess that makes us a perfect match,” said Joe.

“You bet your ass it does.”

(end)