Double Play, Triple Play

“Hi! Is Bran here?” I asked his mom.

“Follow the music!” she answered with a wry smile.

I headed upstairs to Brandon’s room. Since he had his stereo on pretty loud, I didn’t bother to knock. I turned the knob and walked in. There he was—naked on the bed, legs apart, both hands yanking on his cock. I stopped in my tracks.

“What are you doin’ in here!” yelled Brandon. He dropped his hands to the bed, obviously upset that I had caught him “in the act.”

“Damn!” he continued. “Thought I locked that fuckin’ door! If you tell anybody about this, Kurt, I’ll…..”.

“Hey, no problem, man,” I interrupted. Bran kept on talking, but I hardly listened to what he was saying. My attention was on Bran’s long, stiff rod and his bulging balls. This was the first time I’d seen him naked, and hard. He had real heavy-duty stuff, that’s for sure. His basket alone was twice as big as mine. I wanted to reach over and put my hand around it. And the cock had to be an eight or nine-incher. Bran’s head fell back onto the pillow in frustration.

“Remember,” he said again, “You didn’t see this.”

“Sure, whatever you want. But don’t feel bad—I do it too.”

Bran raised his head in sudden interest. “Yeah?” He studied me intently, giving my Levi’s and crotch a long stare.

“It feels so great!” I said, smiling.

He looked at his thick muscle and grinned. It hadn’t softened a bit. I wondered if he and I had more in common than I’d realized.

“Now I know what you do when you get home from school!” I kidded.

His grin lengthened. He made his rod jump a few times for me in the beat of the music.

I laughed, then started rubbing my crotch to the song’s sexy rhythm.

Bran winked. “Lock the door.” He moved over to make room for me on the bed. I crawled aboard. I couldn’t believe I was actually lying alongside a naked guy. There was something exciting about it, something a little dan­gerous that I liked a lot. As I surveyed Bran, I realized how much I liked his body. His black, curly hair, broad shoulders, narrow waist and strong, athletic legs had fired me up many times. But seeing the big bat and baseball between his legs was absolutely the best. The bulge in my Levi’s grew bigger every second. I began to stroke it.

Brandon smiled and gave me a thumbs-up sign with his right hand. He flicked the top of his rod. The heavy tool swayed, then sprang up for more. He flicked it again and again. The cock bucked higher and higher, finally standing straight up. He teased the ruddy cockhead until a drop of pre-cum shot out. I saw the wide vein on the under side of the rod begin to protrude, pulsing in a regular pattern. I could almost feel it throb inside me. I moved closer, hypnotized by the long, pulsating vein. Brandon cranked the shaft in a wide circle, then wrenched it down between his legs, then pulled it up hard. He was havin’ a blast manhandling that sucker!

“Yeah, rassle it!” I said, carried away by the awesomely horny sight.

Bran’s giant balls were screaming to be grabbed. At last I couldn’t resist any longer and seized them. Bran gave out a sexy sigh, as if greatly relieved. I could feel my cock stretch out farther. A jet of pre-cum fired into my jockstrap. I squeezed the nuts while Bran kept the upward pressure on his cock. He didn’t seem to mind what I was doing to his balls, so I squeezed harder, this time with both hands. Every muscle in his body tightened and flexed.

As I squeezed the big nuts, I imagined I was a wrestler in a championship “anything goes” match. It was my last chance to defeat the hunky champ, and at the moment, everything was going my way. The crowd roared with approval when I stripped off the guy’s bikini. They liked it even more when I clamped both hands on the jock’s bulging nuts. They wanted to see a ball-crushing submission and I was determined to make their wish come true.

“Tear ‘em off!” yelled a fan.

“Let’s see a REAL squeeze!” shouted another.

I put all my strength into it. The referee moved in fast to check the hold. He was very young, had blond hair, and wore super-tight, black jeans that made you notice his muscular thighs.

“Good one,” said the ref, studying the grip. “That’ll get him.” He looked at the jock. “Wanna give?”

“No!” was the pained response.

The ref stayed put and spread his legs extremely wide, no doubt expecting this to be a long ordeal. He examined my claw again and was obviously turned on by it: the long shape under his jeans began to stand out clearly. He asked the guy again, “Ready to quit?”

Nope, the guy wanted to tough it out. The handsome ref watched closely as my fingers continued to grind the huge nuts. I could tell he wanted to get his hands on those balls himself. But he also showed brotherly concern about what the guy was going through. He dropped to one knee and put a hand on the jock’s shoulder.

“Wanna give it up?” he asked. His voice sounded sympathetic. He knew what it feels like to have your balls locked in a long nut-claw. Or maybe he knew how to apply the hold especially well himself. “Just say the word, man,” he added, keeping a hand on the jock and his eyes on the nuts.

I felt a strong jerk in the wrestler’s balls. Several more followed. Soon they became a rhythmic pounding. The guy was about to shoot and I’d have my victory. The ref knew it too. He looked at me with eyes that said, “Give it to him! I wanna see this guy’s juice!”

The grappler opened his mouth to submit, hoping to avoid the humiliation of a defeat by orgasm. But it was too late. His giant cock let loose, firing countless blasts of creamy sex out onto the ring. I milked the jock dry as the boisterous, whistling fans went crazy. The ref enjoyed it, too. But when I didn’t break the hold, he tried to pull my hands away. This is what he’d been waiting for—a chance to get into the match. He couldn’t pry my hands off the nuts. He wrapped me up in a sleeper from behind. The noise of the crowd was deafening as they watched the sexy ref down on his knees, thighs split wide, trying to put me out.

The guy’s hold was a good one: things started to go blurry right away. I fought to stay clear-headed and kept the hold on my victim. The frus­trated ref finally clamped his own claw onto my low-hung, unguarded balls. The fans screamed wildly, wondering which of us would out-torture the other.

The ref did turn out to be an expert with this hold. No jeans or jock could protect a guy from his strong, penetrating fingers. I took it for about half a minute, then finally freed the jock’s basket. As soon as the ref let go of me, I whirled around and knocked him to the ring on his back. I grabbed his foot and started twisting it.

Suddenly the foot became Brandon’s. My imagination had run away with me! I’d been wrestling him like a madman! Had I flipped my lid? We ended up down on the floor, giggling and out of breath, and totally turned on by each other.

“You’re alot of fun, man!” said Bran. “I didn’t know you did stuff like this.”

“Didn’t know YOU did, either!” I responded.

He got up on his knees and thrust his long cock way out. He jerked on it a few times. “Here, wanna try it out?”

It was too good to be true: Bran was offering his huge meat to me. I hes­itated.

“Go ahead,” he said. “It’s all yours.”

My hand closed around it almost reverentially. The cock was hot and un­believably hard and thick. I felt every bit of its surface, sometimes giving the muscle short, sharp pinches to see Bran’s reaction. Even after finishing the “get acquainted” session, I couldn’t avoid staring at the huge sex pole.

“Gonna let me see yours?” asked Brandon with a grin.

“Sure.” My cock was just about ready to break through the jeans anyway. I stood up and faced him. Bran unzipped my faded Levi’s and peeled them down.

“Cool jock,” he said. He took hold of the stretchy pouch and squeezed the lower half of my rod with a lot of muscle. I almost shot off from the excitement of it. He relaxed the grip and held my cock loosely, feeling up and down the jockstrap.

“You’re wet, man! What have you been up to!” he joked. Bran slid the jock down and got his first look at my fully-primed equipment. He grinned. “Yeah. This boy and I are gonna get along real well!” He dragged his tongue along the shaft from bottom to top. I groaned in ecstasy. “So ya like that, huh!”

He held the base of the rod and began sucking and nibbling on its head. My tool jerked and pounded like mad. I gasped as overwhelming pleasure para­lyzed it. My body tensed. Bran growled like an animal and shook my rod back and forth with his teeth. My pleasure went out of control. Bran lifted his head just in time to watch the shaft jerk wildly, then explode. Hot cream shot out in big pleasure-jets. I pumped out seven or eight long squirts as Bran looked on, loving every second of it.

“Oh wow,” I said. “You sure got me!”

“I’m gonna KEEP gettin’ ya, too! Think we can fill this room with cum by the end of the afternoon?!” he asked with a laugh.

I suspected Bran was the kind of guy who’d mess with your cock all day, every day, if you let him. Maybe even all night. What a terrific idea, I thought. He put a hand on my thigh, very close to my balls. He started massaging me. Occasionally he checked out my balls to note their growing hardness.

“You know,” said Bran, “you’re the sexiest guy around.”

I was shocked. “Me?”

“Yeah, YOU, stupid! You turn me on more than any other guy has—even Greg.”

“Greg Matthews?”

“Bet ya didn’t know he likes guys! Not many do. I found out ‘cause after school I’m in the gym a lot, where he works out. He does somethin’ else there, too—he has private, x-rated workouts with any guy who wants to do it.”

“Really?”

“Honest. He helped me the first time I used the bench press. While I had my arms up, he put his hand under my workout shorts and grabbed by dick.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothin’ much I COULD do. Didn’t wanna stop him, either! He sure got me—made me cum in my shorts. We fooled around in the shower afterwards and he got me again. Greg loves wrestlin’, man. He put a couple of real good moves on me in the shower.”

“Sounds like a fun guy.”

“He is. Hey, the three of us oughta get together and have some fun.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

“How about Saturday?”

“Fine with me,” I answered. Bran continued to massage my crotch and balls. He smiled as my cock twitched at him.

Bran and I wore our sexiest, tightest Levi’s when we went to Greg’s place— to see whose crotch and buns he’d stare at the most! Mine sliced into my basket and pushed the balls apart and forward. Bran said I looked “dangerous.” In fact, he wouldn’t leave my crotch alone! At one point as we walked to Greg’s, Bran chased me in back of an old garage, pushed my chest against a wall and grabbed my crotch. He went after my balls and cock like a demon. He came close to juicing me too, but I broke away in time. If any young dude happened to be looking out a window at us, he had a good lesson from Bran in how to milk a guy in tight jeans!

When we got to Greg’s, my rod was still stiff. We flaunted our stuff in front of Greg, but I’m sure I won the staring bet. His eyes were on me almost continuously. They put in overtime focusing on my buns, legs, and particularly the bulges in my crotch. Bran winked at me as if to say, “You’re doin’ great, buddy—he thinks you’re hot!”

It wasn’t long before Greg suggested we all work out for a while with his weights—in our jocks. Nobody objected, of course. His basement room was very private and was big enough to hold body building equipment, a stereo, a big desk and other pieces of furniture. He shut the door and we stripped down to our undergear. Brandon had on a tight, white bikini, while Greg and I wore basic jockstraps.

Greg got to the point real fast. He walked up to me, smiled at my cock bulge and said, “Are you fuckin’ hard, or is that the usual size!”

Bran laughed and said, “On the way here I jumped him—he hasn’t recovered yet!”

Greg gazed at the bulge as he ran his hand erotically up and down his own. “Too bad I missed the action.”

Bran slapped Greg’s butt hard. Greg spun around, instantly ready to attack. “So, you’re a rowdy one today!” challenged Greg.

Greg grabbed Bran’s arm and wrenched it behind him in a big hammerlock. Brandon yelled in pain.

“Yelling’s not allowed, tough guy! Someone might hear.”

Greg shifted to an abdominal stretch, a mean one. Bran became silent, but it was clear that Greg was making him suffer.

Greg winked at me. “Ever use this one before?”

“Not yet,” I answered.

“I’ll show you—it’s a fun hold!”

“No it isn’t!” protested Bran, unable to free himself.

“Sure it is,” responded Greg. He moved his resting hand from Bran’s thigh and slid it inside his victim’s brief. “This is the fun part!”

I couldn’t see what Greg’s hand was doing to Bran’s equipment, but my buddy’s face expressed the pleasure it caused, together with the pain of the abdominal stretch. My cock fired a shot of cum as I imagined the sexy things Greg’s fingers were up to underneath that brief. Bran’s hunky body strained and perspired as he became more and more turned on.

“You prick!” Bran whispered to Greg, losing the battle to the growing pleasure within him.

“Yeah, you’re right!” said Greg, smiling. “You know you’re gonna get creamed, don’t ya!”

It was so horny seeing Greg send Bran into sex heaven! At last Bran couldn’t take it anymore. “Aw, shit!” he grunted as his cock let loose. Gobs of cum began to soak through the no-fly brief. The excited cock pumped like crazy, until the whole front of the brief was drenched with hot man-cream.

Greg took his hand from the brief and put it around Greg’s shoulder. “Hey, where were you hidin’ all that juice, man!

While Bran stripped off the wet brief, Greg came over to me. His long rod poked into his jock, making it jut far forward.

“Wanna try that one on me?” he asked.

My heart pounded feverishly as Greg backed up to my chest. “Here, ya do it like this,” he said, demonstrating how to position my arms for the greatest pressure on him. “Hey, that’s good. You’ve got it.”

The hold seemed natural to me. I didn’t want to let go.

“Now, give it all you’ve got!” he challenged.

I did. I felt just like a pro wrestler! My favorite moments in the pro matches were always the submissions. Seeing a well-built young wrestler get caught in a punishing hold never fails to turn me on. The trouble is that the hold usually doesn’t last long enough for me: I want to see the guy’s strength break down little by little until he’s forced to give up. I wanted to do that to Greg, but even though I tried to make it rough

for him, the guy knew how to handle the hold. I also found out he knew how to escape from it, as well. Without warning, he somehow slipped downward and grabbed my leg. It happened so fast I don’t know how he did it. My stomach hit the floor and I felt my right leg being forced back, way back into a half-crab. He really had me trapped.

“O.K., I give!” I said quickly.

“No you don’t! I’m just gettin’ started!”

Keeping the half-crab in place, Greg put his hand on the pouch of my jock­strap. He rubbed it slowly from top to bottom, feeling everything as he went. The guy made no attempt to go inside the pouch: he tickled and played with my solid shaft through the damp, tightly-stretched cloth.

“Hey Brandon, does your buddy shoot as much as you do?” Greg asked.

“Why don’t ya find out!” answered Bran.

“Just what I had in mind,” responded Greg. “But first, Kurt and I are gonna get better acquainted.” The muscleboy took hold of my nuts. He applied a major squeeze to my balls and kept it locked on. The move would have wiped out a lot of guys, but to me it was very erotic. He pulled the basket up and down, obviously intending to work on it for awhile.

Bran moved up close to get a lesson in ball “torture.” He stared in amaze­ment. “How can you stand that?” Bran asked me.

“Because he’s a MAN!” Greg interjected. “And he’ll be able to take this one, too.” The muscleboy dug his fingers deeper into my balls and maintained the pressure.

I gasped and slammed my fists against the floor.

“Give up, Kurt, before he wrecks ya!” urged Bran.

“Don’t worry, man,” said Greg, “he’s got tough nuts, wrestling nuts.”

Somehow I managed to survive the squeeze. Greg finally let go of my balls, but only for a few seconds. He pulled the pouch aside, exposing my full basket.

“Yeah, naked nuts!” said the muscleboy excitedly. He wrapped his hand around them, ready to start in again. It seemed like Greg worked on my balls for half an hour, at least. His arsenal of claws, pulls, twists, presses and other moves on the nuts was staggering, endless. He referred to them by name, describing the action like a ringside commentator…...

“Gorgeous Greg has his sack stretch on the stud….Can the guy survive it?….Now Kurt’s trapped in the vicious screwball…..It’s time for the vise-grip…..Kurt screams in pain…..It could be over right here…..”

Despite the suffering, I felt a powerful orgasm building. It grew slowly, very slowly. I wanted Greg to finish me with a sudden cock attack, but that wasn’t part of his plan. He wanted to torture me with pleasure, to delay the ultimate thrill until I became mad with frenzy. As he manhandled my balls, they became bigger, harder, better able to withstand the “workout.” My sex cream boiled, aching to explode.

Greg knew I was close to shooting, so he released my leg and balls and rolled me on my back to watch the fireworks. Bran pulled my jockstrap off. Pleasure gripped my shaft. Every muscle in my body tensed. My cum boiled, waiting for the moment of release.

“Wanna double-team him?” Greg asked Bran.

My buddy jumped at the offer. I tried to leap up, but he caught me around the waist with his legs and forced me down again. His scissors nearly squeezed the shit out of me. At the same time Greg pried my legs apart. I’d never been spread-eagled before, and it was a lot more painful than I expected. Very sexy, too.

“How does it feel, stud?” asked Greg with a chuckle. Your balls ready for more fun?” He used a leg and hand to keep me in the split, then locked his other hand around my bulging basket.

“Yeah, get his nuts,” said Bran as he continued to apply the scissors full force.

Using a cross-body scissors made Bran as horny as hell. His inflamed cock stretched out, craving to pump its load. Greg couldn’t resist such an opportunity at close range. He let me out of the split and grasped Bran’s shaft. Bran uttered a surprised shout as Greg clamped into his hot meat. With one hand around my nuts and the other around Bran’s cock, the muscleboy was going to demolish both of us.

“Yeah, yeah,” whispered Greg as Bran and I struggled in helpless ecstasy.

“Come on, boys—which one of ya’s gonna be first!”

The guy went to work on us with real determination. Nobody could have lasted very long, and neither of us did. Bran grunted loudly as his cock let loose in a long series of violent squirts. My buddy’s shouts brought my own juice up a few seconds later. Cum was flying in two directions at once!

“Oh shit, yes!” yelled Greg, working on our equipment until he was sure he’d drained every drop out of us. “Wow! Two dudes at once! Hell, that’s gotta be some kind of record!” he said proudly.

The victor pulled off his jockstrap and dropped to his knees beside us. His cock stood almost straight up. It was a thick one, and almost as long as mine. His basket hung especially low and the well-defined nuts bulged forward temptingly. He didn’t say a word, but he was clearly offering Bran and I a chance to get even. We took it.

Even though the brawl with Greg had left both of us exhausted, and our cocks still jumping from the orgasms, seeing the muscleboy pose in front of us was a terrific turn-on. We both lunged at Greg and knocked him on his back. Bran flew down on his belly, gripped the guy’s rod and started giving it the full treatment. I sat on the hunk’s thighs and took charge of his balls. We squeezed and wrestled and jerked on Greg’s maleness so hard that he probably didn’t know if he was in heaven or hell. He struggled and moaned as we brought him close to a climax.

His muscles stiffened. His basket became a smooth, leather pouch hanging heavy between his legs. Bran and I stared, eager to see the muscleboy’s cock in action. We held Greg down to finish him off.

“Fuck! Fuck!” His voice sank to a low, sexy yell.

Bran yanked the tool upright and squeezed.

“Do it!” he shouted.

Cum shot out in huge blasts. Greg’s ecstatic groans fired up Bran and I even more.

“How about another one? You can take it!” said Bran.

We dug into his meat a second time. Greg tried to fight us off, but he was now at a disadvantage—breathless and pleasure-saturated. He had no defense against my attack on his balls, or Bran’s intense cock rassling.

“Oh god!” groaned the muscleboy, as we worked him quickly toward another climax. He slammed his arms against the floor, barely able to handle the ecstasy we had turned loose within his maleness. Soon his thick cream burst out again.

After it was over he laid there motionless, gasping in a low, sexy voice, still with a hard cock and nuts.

“Let’s get him again,” said Bran.

“Yeah—he’s definitely up for it!” I responded.

“No!” shouted Greg. “Not another one!”
We switched positions so we could trade holds. The idea of working on the muscleboy’s cock gave me a spine-tingling thrill.

“Suck it, Kurt!” said Bran.

I did, and Greg went wild. By now his super-sensitive shaft reacted wildly to the slightest touch. He writhed in total pleasure as I tongued it. Sucking a guy was new to me, but judging from Greg’s reactions, I think I did a great job!

The stud couldn’t hold back his cream. In less than three minutes he fired off again.

“Look, he’s still hard as a rock, man! Let’s get him again!” said Bran.

Greg fought to get away, but we held him down. He screamed as we juiced him. We did it over and over, until the cum burned as it shot up through the shaft. We loved hearing the defeated muscleboy beg us for mercy……

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