Cum Club

Forms of combat had fascinated Grant for as long as he could remember. He felt naturally drawn to them, like one is drawn to food when hunger hits. Boxing attracted him, but wrestling even more so. As a teen he loved to do it with his buddies, or with any guy who seemed interested. He became quite a skilled wrestler, good enough to make almost any opponent submit to him. He also became good at what he called “shafting”—making an opponent submit by forcing his cock to ejaculate. First he’d immobilize the guy, usually with a tight hammerlock and head scissors combination, then open his jeans and get down to business. The guy always tried to break free, or at least acted like he wanted to. But Grant would keep him trapped while he wrestled the shaft with some serious squeezing. When he found a major pleasure spot, he’d work on it until he made the guy give up his cum.

His track record at this was impressive. He especially liked to show off on a victim while one or more buddies watched. That would really anger and embarrass the cock-locked dude, but ultimately he would stop struggling and submit to the pleasure. The observers always waited for the sexy moment when the guy’s arousal surpassed his anger. They’d watch the shaft close-up as Grant squeezed, noting every change in its appearance and trying to predict exactly when the guy would cum.

If the dude wore a brief and somehow prevented Grant from exposing his cock, that wouldn’t change the outcome. Grant knew how to use the jock to his benefit, pulling the fabric tightly over his cum hole to heighten the pleasure. Seeing a guy soak his brief was a major erotic event for the onlookers. And afterward they got another treat by moving in on the exhausted victim and stripping him. Then someone would invariably take further advantage by sucking on the poor guy’s hyper-sensitive shaft until it exploded again.

With the passing of time, Grant’s tactics became more extreme. Continually looking for new ways to induce an orgasm, he experimented with unusual pressure techniques and with blows to the cock and balls. His buddies couldn’t handle that. They soon dropped him as a wrestling partner as well as a sex partner. Alone in his late twenties, he worried that he had reached an end. That was when he met Todd.

Grant didn’t consider him a candidate for anything sexual, because Todd made no secret of his straight status. In fact, he gloried in it, and in his magnificent, nineteen-year-old physique. But Grant did like Todd’s company, and he very much enjoyed eyeing the dude’s large crotch bulges whenever he got the chance. The two had fun talking about tough, masculine sports like boxing and submission wrestling, although they never engaged in it with each other. Until one Saturday night.

Since Todd had no hot date that evening, he came over to Grant’s place to watch some TV. While scanning channels, Todd stopped at the image of Brad Pitt. He’d found the movie Fight Club—specifically the scene where Pitt and his new buddy stand outside a bar and talk. Although Grant and Todd had each seen the movie before, they
watched intently, both ready for the moment when Pitt says, “I want you to hit me as hard as you can.”

When the scene ended, Grant looked at Todd. “Cool, isn’t it.”

“Totally.”

Grant continued to stare at the hunky teen. “I want you to hit me as hard as you can.”

“For real? Like in the movie?”

“Yeah.” Grant rose from the sofa and waited for Todd to do the same.

The muscle kid hesitated, then stood and faced Grant. “You sure about this?”

“Yeah, dude.”

“Where do you want it?”

Grant could feel his organ stiffening rapidly. “Hit my dick.”

“What?” said Todd incredulously.

“I’ll even help ya out,” added Grant. He opened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. His hardened tool stuck out prominently in his white jockstrap. “Go ahead, you have an easy target!”

“Man, are you sure?” asked Todd.

“Definitely. Hit it.”

Todd focused on the cock, clenched his fist and turned it loose. When the fist connected, Grant reacted with a deep yell. He leaned forward, grabbing Todd to steady himself.

“Shit,” said the teen, “I hurt you!”

“No, no,” said Grant, slowly moving upright again. “I’m O.K.” He gave his cock a rub. “I’ve always wanted to see what that felt like.” He patted Todd on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

The kid shook his head in amazement. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Yeah, but it’s a good hurt, if you know what I mean.” replied Grant.

Todd looked at the jock. The cock bulge seemed bigger than before.

“Wanna do some boxing?” asked Grant.

“Sure, if you’re OK.”

Grant smiled. “Let’s do it in jocks.” Before Todd could object to the plan, Grant flipped off his tee shirt, followed by the jeans. Then he left the room to fetch two pairs of boxing gloves. When he returned, Todd had stripped off everything except a white brief.

The sight of the teen’s spectacular, nearly naked physique made Grant’s cock pound with excitement. The kid had an extraordinarily long dick and a basket so big that his brief could hardly surround it. He handed the gloves to Todd, trying not to stare at the dude’s bulging jock.

The guys had fun sparring with each other. For a while they landed mostly light punches, testing each other’s style. Grant loved mixing it up with a younger partner again, and Todd liked boxing with a guy tough enough to take a direct hit to his cock and then thank him for it! But as their workout continued, the punches became harder. Their bodies began to perspire.

As Todd pranced around looking for an opening, Grant noticed that the dude’s dick was getting stiff. He suddenly attacked Todd’s abs with a volley of rapid-fire, alternating blows from each hand. The strikes slowed the kid down. Believing Grant had finished the attack, Todd backed away to regroup. Grant surprised him with one final blow, ramming his glove squarely into the kid’s cock.

“Ah!” groaned Todd, immediately covering the big pole with both gloves. “I guess I should have expected that!” he gasped. “Now we’re even!” he said, smiling slightly.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s O.K.” Todd didn’t tell him that the blow had caused more pleasure than pain. A lot more. But Grant could figure that out just by looking at the kid’s eyes—and his cock bulge. He knew there was hope.

Todd, however, didn’t want to think about his pole, and he didn’t want Grant to think about it, either. So he launched an assault of his own, tearing into Grant with a barrage of blows to the chest and sides. The distraction didn’t work. Grant blocked many of the punches and still managed to steal glances at the kid’s cock. Todd’s brief had become wet with sweat, stretching the cotton and making his enormous tool stand out further than before. Todd began to worry that the brief might be stimulating the shaft by rubbing against it. That increased his nervousness. He didn’t know what to do about it, except to keep fighting and hope that the erection passed.

It didn’t. His shaft became firmer and anxious to take a more upright position. The same thing happened to Grant’s rod. Although not as long as Todd’s, it definitely caught Todd’s attention. While the guys boxed, the cockhead gradually moved higher inside the jockstrap. Finally its head pushed above the jock’s waistband, proudly revealing itself to the kid.

“Fuck, look at that thing,” said Grant, referring to his stiff shaft in a voice calculated to convey some annoyance. “Might as well get rid of this jock.” He slipped it off and waited to see Todd’s reaction.

The kid’s eyelids rose as he viewed all of Grant’s rod for the first time. Grant did have a handsome one. It stood tall, straight, poised like a warrior’s spear, and ready for a fight. Even though Grant’s removal of his jock strongly obligated Todd to follow suit—which is why Grant did it—the kid liked the idea. He almost felt relieved. Now he could get rid of the worrisome brief.

The buddies returned to throwing punches. As they did, their long poles swung from side to side, quickly reacting to the guys’ dance-like movements. And just as quickly, they returned to an upright position after every swing. The guys’ actions also made their cocks fly forward, then backward, striking their guts again and again. Todd hadn’t thought about that possibility. After all, he’d never boxed naked before. But now he knew that the swinging and gut-hitting had an extremely stimulating effect on his shaft, one that was almost equivalent to jacking it off.

Still, Todd had an advantage. His long, naked shaft diverted Grant’s attention constantly. Grant often failed to dodge punches because of that. He paid the price. Grant kept trying to measure the shaft in his mind. Could it really be a foot in length? If not, it must be close to that, he thought—at least eleven inches. Then suddenly, blackness blinded him. He felt his body sliding, sinking….

He opened his eyes to find himself lying on the floor, with Todd on one knee beside him, lightly slapping his face.

“Talk to me!” said Todd, expressing great concern. “I think I hit you too hard!”

Grant was dizzy, disoriented. He looked up to see the kid’s massive rod, hanging only a few inches above his left pec. “It’s not too hard, it’s not too hard,” he mumbled, thinking that Todd had just said, “I think my dick’s too hard!”

Soon he regained his wits. The closeness of the kid’s cock helped to speed him back to reality.

“Sorry about that, man,” said Todd.

“No problem,” smiled Grant. He sat up quickly, deliberately bumping into the shaft as he did so. “I don’t even have a headache.” He sprang to his feet. “You ready?”

Todd raised his gloves. “I can give you more if you want it!”

“I definitely want more,” replied Grant.

But this time he didn’t give the kid a chance. Targeting Todd’s long shaft, Grant nailed it with a powerful right hook. Instead of immediately retracting the glove, he kept the cock pinned to the guy’s gut. He pushed Todd against the wall with it. Pressing his left arm across the kid’s neck to keep him there, Grant started to pummel the rock-hard pole with his right hand. He couldn’t stop. He hit the massive muscle repeatedly, driving it again and again into the kid’s gut.

Todd reacted with loud grunts of shock, stunned by Grant’s sudden attack on his shaft. The blows also began to deplete him of air. He seemed paralyzed, unable to defend his cock. Grant kept at it. He punched the incredibly long pole all over its large surface area, from top to bottom. But he went after the top half in particular, striking the sexy target with no let-up.

“Ah! No!” yelled Todd. “I give up! I give! You win!”

Grant called off his attack. But he kept the shaft pressed against Todd’s gut with his glove a few more seconds to gloat over his victory. At last he disengaged and backed away. He held up his right glove and looked at it closely.

“Hey look,” said Grant with a smile, “I made it bleed!” He showed Todd a hefty trail of white cum that glistened as it clung to the dark leather.

Todd didn’t know whether to laugh or cry in his embarrassment. He opted to laugh, but added, “You fucker! No more boxing if you’re gonna win that way!” He began pulling off his gloves.

Grant grinned. “Then how about a little rasslin’? It’s your payback chance—if you’re man enough!”

Todd looked at him suspiciously as the guy removed his gloves. The kid no longer trusted Grant after what had happened. He also wondered if Grant could be gay. But that idea seemed far-fetched to the teen, who pictured homosexuals as weak, effeminate guys with limp wrists and high voices. Grant’s ultra-muscular body and deep voice didn’t fit that picture in any way, so he dismissed the possibility. “No dirty stuff, man,” he finally said.

Grant held up his right hand. “Scout’s honor.”

That satisfied Todd, who flew into his opponent with a renewed desire to whip the tough dude’s ass. He slipped behind Grant with lightning speed and caught him in a full nelson. Todd spread his legs for greater support, then really poured on the pressure. He slowly forced Grant’s neck downward until the guy’s chin pressed against his chest.

“You little bastard!” gasped Grant.

“So, whatcha gonna do about it, man?” taunted the kid.

Grant did nothing about it. First, he wanted the muscleboy to feel that he’d scored a major victory, and second, he liked the sensation of Todd’s big rod against his back. The kid prolonged the agony, applying more than enough pressure to keep Grant imprisoned in the hold.

“You ready to give?” asked Todd.

“Fuck you!”

“You must like the pain,” replied the kid. He widened his stance and tightened the nelson even further.

His victim groaned, but didn’t submit. Todd continued the torture. A feeling of exhilaration began to take hold of him—the excitement of dominating Grant. Unfortunately for the virile teen, much of that excitement funneled into his shaft. In addition, the long pole began to tingle from its constant contact with his opponent’s back. Ever-increasing amounts of heat radiated from the massive muscle. Grant felt it clearly on his skin. So despite the pain, he didn’t give up. He waited to see what would happen next.

The kid shook Grant vigorously from side to side with the nelson, hoping to force a submission. “Give, or I’ll snap it!” threatened Todd.

“Never!” yelled Grant.

Pleasure began to fill Todd’s pole. Seconds later a spurt of semen ejected from the cum hole. That prompted the kid to change holds quickly, before an orgasm hit him. He put an arm between Grant’s legs, lifted him high off the floor, then brought the guy’s back down across his leg as he dropped onto one knee.

“Ah!” shouted Grant in pain.

Todd secured the backbreaker by putting his left hand around the front of Grant’s neck and his right on the dude’s thigh. Applying the hold thrilled him to the core. Even better, his long tool hung free, away from any arousing influences. It twitched occasionally, but that didn’t concern Todd. He could now concentrate on the new hold, determined to make Grant submit. The kid started to push down with both hands, putting the beautiful body in a radical bend.

“Submit!” demanded Todd.

“No!”

The kid put more pressure on the spine. Soon he had Grant in a truly extraordinary and painful position. He waited, convinced that his victim would give up at any moment. But the moment didn’t come. Todd became frustrated. He had delivered as much pressure to the guy’s back as he dared. What more could he do to make him give up?

He glanced down at his victim’s ballsack. Never having seen a guy’s testicles at such close range before, Todd gazed at them with a special fascination. The large ovals bulged up bravely between Grant’s strong thighs, completely unafraid in spite of their current vulnerability. They looked stiff to Todd, packed with the secret power of Grant’s masculinity and aggression. The skin seemed stretched around each of them like armor. They appeared ready for an attack, or ready to incite one. The kid removed his hand from the thigh and made a fist: he would give them what they wanted.

Todd grinned to himself as he took aim at the unprotected nuts. This was the only way to beat Grant and he would do it with a single punch. Todd’s eyes examined the balls one last time, almost regretting that his winning maneuver would be overwith so quickly.

“It’s time for your payback, dude!” announced Todd.

He clamped his teeth together and hit the ballsack with a sharp, extremely fast blow. The power and pain of it made Grant freeze briefly, then cry out in misery. He instinctively grabbed for his nuts as Todd dumped him to the floor.

Grant rolled onto his back, intentionally re-exposing his balls and cock to the triumphant kid. Todd moved closer to survey the aftermath of his strike.

“They look red, man,” he said sarcastically. “I bet they sting, too.”

“They do, you fucker,” replied Grant. He slowly sat up and eventually took a position on his knees, facing Todd. He carefully pulled the sack forward. “Do you see any damage?”

When the kid bent down to look, Grant gripped his neck forcefully with a hand and began to press his fingers into it, cutting off the air.

“Ah!” gasped Todd, aware too late of the trap that Grant had set for him.

“Now I get my turn, dude,” stated Grant. He coiled an arm behind the kid’s neck and one in front, launching his favorite cobra variation.

Although Todd had never experienced a sleeper hold, he immediately knew he was in trouble. He tried to push away from Grant, but that only increased the impact of the hold. His eyes flashed in fear. He screamed out a submission, but with Grant’s hand covering his mouth securely, the attempt proved useless. He tapped Grant in desperation, signaling him to stop. When that didn’t work, he stroked the guy’s arms as if pleading with him to release the hold.

“Hey, I like that strokin’ stuff,” remarked Grant. “Have you figured out yet that I’m gay?”

Terror now replaced the fear in Todd’s eyes.

“That’s right, man. And I’m gonna put you to sleep so you and I can have some real fun!”

The kid tried again to tear himself out of the killer hold.

“Yeah! I like it when you struggle! But it’s all over, kid. You’re goin’ out!”

Todd again caressed Grant’s arms, more weakly than before.

“It’s O.K., dude. I’ll take good care of you.”

Grant suddenly tightened the sleeper. Terror again flooded Todd’s eyes, but not for very long. The hold had nearly claimed him. His perceptions became cloudy. The kid’s eyelids began to sink lower. They seemed to have enormous weights attached to them. Although Todd fought hard to keep his eyes open, he felt the darkness slowly enveloping him.

“Yeah, you’re goin’ out, boy.”

Todd’s strong body twitched, yielding itself to Grant. The muscleboy’s shaft swelled.

“Your big cock likes this, man. It’s poundin’ against my gut!” said Grant softly. “Can you feel it?”

The kid groaned something indistinguishable, then the cobra got him.

Grant didn’t release the hold until he had deposited Todd on the floor. Turning the teen on his side, Grant fastened his wrists together behind him with a length of rope. He marveled again at the massive shaft, which remained fully erect despite Todd’s unconsciousness. He tickled the huge head with a finger. The rod jerked. Grant examined the head’s surface with greater scrutiny. Its rigidity amazed him.

Todd’s awareness returned gradually. Before he opened his yes, he felt an unusual, intoxicating pleasure in his cockhead. He thrust it involuntarily forward.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like this,” said Grant, continuing to tease the shaft’s tip with his finger.

Todd suddenly recognized the voice and opened his eyes. When he saw what Grant was doing, he tried to get away. But with his arms tied and his brain still recovering from the effects of the sleeper, he could only move his body an inch.

“Your cock likes me, man. How come you don’t?”

“Because you’re a fuckin queer, that’s why!” shouted Todd.

“Do you really care who I am?” Grant paused, then added, “Or who you are?” Maybe you’re not ready to deal with that stuff yet.”

The idea disturbed Todd greatly. He didn’t want to think about it. Could Grant be right? “What are you gonna do to me?”

“Kid, I’m gonna make you feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life.” He propped Todd up against a wall on his knees. “And I’m gonna teach you about pain.”

Grant grasped the muscleboy’s shaft. Todd’s body jerked in fear. Grant held the cock steady with his left hand, then started to rub the head’s surface with a fingernail of his right.

“Ah!” grunted Todd, instantly paralyzed by intense pleasure.

“See what I mean?”

“You fucker!” gasped Todd. “I’ll never shoot off for you!”

Grant smiled. “Yes you will. But first, your big rod wants a workout.”

Grant gripped the upper third of the tall shaft with his left hand, leaving a little of the cockhead exposed. He wrenched the massive muscle toward him, positioning it for what would follow. Without warning, Grant struck the top of the stiff head with his right fist. Todd cried out as pain shot down his stiff cum tube. Grant hit it again. And again.

“Stop!” yelled Todd.

“Remember Brad Pitt?” asked Grant. “Just think of this as our version of Fight Club!”He gave the top of the head three more hard blows.

The kid begged him to stop. Grant did stop, but only to look closely at the head’s surface. “It looks red, man,” he said, taunting Todd. “I bet it stings, too!”

“You bastard!” yelled the kid.

Grant continued to hold the shaft steady inside his left fist and hammer it with more right-hand blows. He felt the rod tighten. As the strikes went on, the muscleboy’s protests became louder—not from an increase in pain, but from a developing pleasure in his long pole. He watched the punches in disbelief, shocked that they could have that kind of an effect on his cock. But they did, and he couldn’t deny it.

The blows finally ended, bringing Todd a welcome relief. But Grant soon re-gripped the shaft, this time at its bottom. He held the shaft upright with the left hand and brought his fist up close to it, poised for action.

“No!” shouted the kid.

Grant struck the center of the giant muscle with a sharp, powerful blow. “Yeah!” roared Grant, drowning out Todd’s cries. He socked the pole again. Although held tightly in place by the left hand, the muscle seemed to flex for Grant. The guy punched it once more. He watched the muscle’s sexy underside swell. The wide, protruding band of flesh in its center, extending the full length of the shaft, began to throb. Grant struck it again. And again. He could clearly see the long protrusion pulse with excitement.

The blows did something else—they drove pre-cum into the pole, and up it. Continuing punches forced the thick liquid to eject from the head when Grant hit it.

“Fuck!” cried Todd, realizing that a few more blows would surely trigger an orgasm.

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t ya!” said Grant.

The frantic kid didn’t respond. His mouth had locked in an open position, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words that Grant wanted to hear.

Grant hit the pulsing muscle harder. It swelled in ecstasy. “Gonna cum?” he repeated.

“Yes! Yes, you bastard!” gasped the muscleboy.

Grant slammed his fist into the shaft with fierce determination. A deep, orgiastic scream erupted from the depths of Todd’s throat. A few seconds later, the first load of delirious semen erupted from the teen’s cock. Grant unexpectedly tore into the shooting shaft with a rapid volley of violent punches. The blows magnified the impact of each ejaculation a thousand times. In fact, they seemed to create each ejaculation. Todd screamed as loudly as he could, but his voice still could not accurately reflect the intensity of the pleasure that he felt.

Totally electrified and straining in pleasure, Todd startled himself by the words he shouted to Grant: “Hit it again! Hit it again!”

The kid got his wish. He watched the cum fly out in big spurts as Grant punched away at his pleasure-filled muscle. The sight mesmerized him.

By the time the explosions ended, cum covered Grant’s fist. Todd’s whole body trembled with pleasure.

“Oh my god,” gasped the muscleboy. “I never thought….”

“You never thought it would feel so good?” said Grant, completing the kid’s sentence.

“Yeah.”

Grant massaged Todd’s pecs and abs. The kid closed his eyes, enjoying it to the utmost. But soon he felt a new sensation: Grant had started to feel his balls. Upon opening his eyes, he saw both hands inspecting them. He especially noticed Grants’ gaze. It was fixed on his balls with uncanny interest. If this had happened an hour earlier, Todd would have convulsed in anger and fear. But after his fantastic orgasm, he felt more relaxed with Grant. And besides, with his hands still tied behind him, he couldn’t escape anyway. He said nothing while Grant went on fingering his testicles.

“These are too cool, man,” remarked Grant, checking out the nuts with unwavering attention. He spent considerable time with each one, as if trying to convince himself that a gonad could have such a huge measurement. Yet their unusual hardness impressed Grant even more than their gigantic dimensions. “Fuck, they’re as hard as your biceps, dude!”

He moved closer and spread the fingers of each hand around a gonad. He started to press his fingers into the balls, but for a minute or so Todd couldn’t feel the change. When he finally did, he thought the sensation was kind of sexy. His shaft, ignoring its massive orgasm of only a few minutes earlier, remained rigid and jerked in pleasure.

Grant continued to increase the power of the squeeze. The balls now began to hurt. Todd groaned, hoping his buddy would get the idea and go back to working on his cock. But Grant had other plans. His fingers kept tightening around the testicles, endeavoring to break down their stubborn resistance and take complete charge of them.

“Ah! Fuck!” gasped the kid, never having experienced this much pressure on his balls. “That’s too much, man!”

But the squeeze became harder. Grant grunted in satisfaction—he had begun to make progress on the tough balls. Todd yelled in pain as he felt Grant’s fingers push deeper and deeper into them.

“Yes! Yes!” whispered Grant.

He had always wanted to claw a guy in this way. The excitement of it elevated his adrenalin level to unheard of heights. He rammed the top of his head into Todd’s chest and kept it there. He looked down at the kid’s shaft. It seemed ready to explode again. That possibility gave him another adrenalin rush. Could a ball squeeze make a guy shoot? How much pressure would it take?

Grant had to find out. He clamped his teeth together and opened his lips wide, as if preparing to feel the pain himself. With a loud growl, he suddenly dug into the huge testicles sadistically.

“Ah! No! God no!” screamed Todd, throwing his head back in agony.

Grant screamed also—a deep scream of triumph through his clamped teeth. Maintaining his laser-like surveillance of the kid’s shaft, he saw it begin to move. The already upright rod drew itself closer to Todd’s gut. A feeling of pleasure started to emerge in the teen’s crotch. Despite the terrifying squeeze on his nuts, he spread his legs wide.

“Yeah! Do it!” urged Grant.

“I can’t! They hurt too much!” shrieked Todd.

Grant saw the shaft became darker in color, as though someone were jacking it savagely. He slid his head downward on the chest, stopping only two inches above the kid’s cockhead.

Now aware of the staggering pleasure that had taken hold of his pole, Todd struggled helplessly as a war of torture and ecstasy raged within him. “Fuck! Fuck!” he shouted, not knowing which would defeat the other.

Grant applied even more pressure to the big balls. His fingers no longer clawed, they crushed. The kid’s cries began to express incredible pleasure.

“Fuck yes!” screamed Todd. “Ah—I’m gonna cum!”

With Grant’s fingers strangling them, the balls had no choice but to give up their juice. Grant opened his mouth. The kid’s cum exploded from the head in fierce squirts, straight up. It struck the back of Grant’s throat like slaps of a hand. Todd heaved and pumped as though it was his first time. Grant released his gonads and swallowed as much of the tall shaft as he could. The kid gasped in pleasure. He closed his eyes and continued to pump, long and hard….

When Grant untied Todd’s hands, the drained teen collapsed to the floor. He looked up at Grant in awe, still floating in a sea of pleasure. Grant lowered his head, and the lips of the two studs connected. Todd closed his eyes again, savoring the new and powerful feel of a masculine kiss. He hoped it would never end. The teen put his arms around Grant. As the kiss continued, a fresh spurt of pre-cum fired from Todd’s stiff pole.

Both guys groaned and hugged, not wanting to let go. They rolled over and over and at last came to rest with Grant on his back and Todd on top of him. Grant grabbed the kid’s tight buns with his hands. Todd loved it. While the teen kissed him again, Grant moved his finger to the guy’s butthole and began to massage it. Todd’s cock throbbed and spit out another load of cum. Grant rolled over and maneuvered the kid onto his stomach. He stretched out on Todd’s back. Then he snaked his hands under the muscleboy’s arms. He locked them gently but firmly together behind his neck. “Your favorite hold,” he said.

Todd grinned and closed his eyes satisfaction. “I gotta tell you about a buddy of mine,” he began. “I think he might like this stuff.”

“Cool,” said Grant. “Invite him over. What’s his name?”

“You won’t believe it, man. It’s Tyler.”

“Like the Tyler in Fight Club?”

“Yup.”

“No shit!” said Grant at the surprising coincidence. He adjusted his butt so that his cock rested between Todd’s cakes. “Maybe we should form our own club,” he suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” replied the kid, undisturbed by the location of his buddy’s tool.

“What would we call it?” Grant inquired.

Todd thought for a moment. “Cock Club?”

“Yeah,” replied Grant. “Or Cum Club!”

The kid chuckled. “Hey, I like that! Let’s make it Cum Club.”

“Whatever you want,” said Grant.

He began to rub his rod back and forth unhurriedly along the muscleboy’s asscrack. Todd could have objected, but he didn’t. The rubbing continued until Grant’s cockhead found the kid’s hole and snuggled against it. Grant gave Todd a kiss on his ear. “Don’t worry—you’ll like this .”

The kid knew what was coming and felt O.K. with it. “Just go slow,” he whispered.

That was fine with Grant. His cockhead entered Todd with no resistance. Then Grant started to ease his nine-inch shaft into the hole, a long process that made the muscleboy gasp and want to clutch the sexy body on top of him.

“Yeah,” sighed the kid as he felt Grant’s push further and further into him. The deeper it went, the better Todd liked it. Questions about straightness or gayness no longer bothered him. He was content simply feeling Grant’s body against his skin, and inside his skin. The teen smiled. His ass tingled with pleasure as the warm spear gradually conquered him.

He was going to like “Cum Club.”

(end)

© Ty Jordan