First Down

Kenny was a little guy for a freshman, but he had an exceptionally strong and well-shaped body—one that he liked to show off in super tight Levi’s and sleeveless tee shirts. He knew the girls talked about his red hair, his round firm ass and his saucy, fun-loving personality. The fact was, they bored him. His body was strictly reserved for the males, at least for the few of them who were close buddies. They were the ones who weren’t afraid to grab another guy’s nuts or cock when they wrestled—to gain an advantage, or just to have a really good time.

Like his buddies, Kenny thought a lot about new ways to “get” a guy, ways to make him shoot like crazy. They practiced on each other whenever they could—sometimes wrestling, sometimes in bed when a friend would sleep over. Kenny liked the overnight occasions the best, since those were the times the guys could cream each other for as long as they wanted.

Kenny had a part time job assisting one of the coaches. He loved being around the guys and seeing them in jockstraps, briefs or best of all, naked. Most impressive was Judd, a member of the football team. Probably the best-looking guy Kenny ever laid eyes on, Judd had dark, bushy hair everywhere—head, chest, crotch. Kenny noticed that after showering, Judd’s long dick was pretty hard. He was determined to see the tool fully erect. He wanted to feel it, give it a good workout. Every night before he fell asleep, Kenny imagined various ways he could make his encounter with Judd become a reality.

One day he saw a chance. Judd returned to the locker room before the rest of the team for some reason. The hunk took a shower, then pulled on his snug-fitting Levi’s. Kenny walked behind him and slapped his butt hard as he went by.

“Hey!” yelled Judd, swinging at him and missing. A few seconds later Kenny surprised the guy with a second slap in the same place.

“Quit it, ya smart ass!”

Kenny attempted a third strike, but Judd saw him coming. The jock took off after him and chased the freshman into a corner.

“You’re bein’ a brat today, ain’t ya, Red! Guess ya need a lesson in manners!”

Judd knifed Kenny’s gut with a series of karate strikes. He moved in, pressing the guy’s shoulders to the wall with one arm, and applying a claw to his stomach with the other hand. The move tickled Kenny instead of hurting him. Judd capitalized on it and soon had the kid down on the floor, laughing and begging for mercy. Judd began to enjoy himself. Tickling Kenny’s stomach and sides proved to be a lot of fun.

At last he stopped, sat on the kid’s belly, and pinned his arms. “No more shit! Right, Red?”

Kenny giggled. “Wrong! A lot more!”

Judd raised his butt and clamped the kid’s wrists harder. “NO MORE SHIT!”

Kenny didn’t hear him. He was totally absorbed in the jock’s wide leg-spread above him, and his magnificent crotch. The kid could clearly see Judd’s dick-bulge and the position of both balls.

“You’re gonna be a good boy now, aren’t ya!”

“Nope. I’m gonna slap your ass!” grinned Kenny.

“You little prick!”

Judd let go of the wrists to land some gut punches on the kid, but Kenny blocked the attempt. Then with lightning speed he landed a blow of his own on the inside of Judd’s sexy thigh, very close to the crotch. As the jock leaned sideways to favor his hurting thigh, Kenny pushed him over and flew on top of him. But Judd rolled the kid on his back and immediately retaliated by jabbing him in the same spot—the upper thigh, right next to the balls. Kenny pressed his legs together and turned over to escape.

Judd grabbed his ankles, flipped him onto his back again, and split the legs severely. The wishbone was painful, yet it also made him feel as horny as hell. He grabbed the inside of his thighs. When Judd pried the legs apart even more, Kenny shielded his fully-exposed crotch with both hands. It made the jock smile: did the kid think his nuts were in danger of attack? In reality, it was just some bait that Kenny hoped the guy would take. He held his balls while the jock continued the crotch torture. Finally Judd threw the legs down in a gesture of victory.

“Don’t mess with ME, dude!” boasted Judd.

The kid laid there with his legs spread wide, waiting until the hunk turned to leave. When that happened, the kid leaped up and tackled him. But Judd was a tricky one to out-maneuver. He was all over Kenny right away, riding him, keeping him on his stomach. He coiled his legs around the kid’s narrow waist and scissored him authoritatively. His hands dug into the sides of the kid’s neck and squeezed.

Whenever he watched pro wrestlers, Judd always seemed to be most impressed by the nerve holds, and holds applied to sensitive body parts. Seeing guys suffer so much that it prevented them from breaking away— especially young, bodybuilder types—really got his juices flowing. He poured on the punishment to Kenny’s neck. It was the first time he’d tried a hold like this, and it made him feel great. Judd wasn’t sure exactly where on the lower neck the pro’s concentrated on to get the best results, so he experimented. When the jock dug into an especially tender muscle or nerve, Kenny’s body jerked and twisted. Judd felt his dick harden and press against his Levi’s. The jeans had recently been washed, over-dried, and shrunk more than usual. They were skin tight and dramatically reminded everyone—even himself—how sexy he was.

Kenny struggled fiercely against the hold, and eventually managed to turn on his side. But Judd’s legs stayed locked around him. The teen reached up and tried to tear the hands off his neck. He didn’t succeed. Judd decided to take advantage of the kid’s raised arm and sleeveless tee. He shifted to another hold he’d always wanted to use—an armpit claw. Kenny cried out when the jock clamped it on. His cock had reached maximum stiff­ness and pushed powerfully into his Levi’s. Judd was unaware of how aroused he’d become. His rod fired a good-sized spurt of pre-cum into his jockstrap. Kenny couldn’t stand the pain of this hold. His body thrashed around as the hunk worked on the armpit. He submitted several times before his opponent released him.

The jock stood up with a jeering expression on his face. He turned to leave again and, as before, Kenny wasn’t going to let him get away. He grabbed him around the waist from behind. Judd attempted to throw and shake him off, but was surprised to find he couldn’t do it. The kid made his move. Keeping his left hand around Judd’s waist, he lowered his right to the stud’s rod and grabbed it.

“Let go, you fag!” shouted Judd.

But the kid had a tight grip and wasn’t about to comply. Judd’s dick quickly hardened to granite. Feeling the change, the kid went after it full speed ahead. He unzipped the jock’s fly, jammed his hand inside the Levi’s and wrapped his fingers around the jockstrap-clad cock. It was mammoth! The kid was so excited that his left arm almost lost control of Judd’s waist.

The hunk fought hard to get Kenny’s hand out of his fly. “Let go of it, man, or you’re dead!”

The kid started to milk the huge tool with rapid jerks. He wanted to cream the jock now, before any other guys walked in. Judd slammed Kenny’s side against the wall, then against a closed door. The second jolt would have thrown the kid off, except that the door wasn’t latched. When the guys crashed into it, the door swung open and both fell to the floor inside a dark storage room. The door closed behind them.

Kenny had Judd’s cock still firmly in hand, and after recovering from the fall and the unexpected blackness of the room, he went back to work on it. Judd, shocked at the kid’s determination—and the ability to remain glued to his rod—got to his feet and desperately pounded on Kenny’s wrists and arms. The kid responded by grabbing the stud’s balls with his left hand and squeezing.

“Ah!” whispered Judd, bending forward. Kenny pulled the off balance quarterback down to his knees. Judd pushed backward, sending Kenny down with stud on top of him. The kid’s shoulders and head hit a rolled-up wrestling mat. At the moment he wasn’t sure what object had broken his fall, but it saved his neck—literally.

Judd managed to turn over and begin crawling toward the door, carrying Kenny on his back. Since their eyes were now more accustomed to the darkness, the guys could dimly see that piles of wrestling mats were all around them. The only light came from a narrow crack under the door. As Judd dragged himself and Kenny toward it, they heard the sound of voices: the rest of the team had entered the locker room and showers.

Kenny held the rod motionless, but tightly. Judd lifted his muscular body, with Kenny still above, into a push-up position and held it there, listening intently. The jock realized he was trapped. To open the door was now out of the question. What would the guys think if they saw him there with Kenny’s hand inside his jeans? And what if someone were to open the door? Judd was terrified.

“Go ahead, open it!” whispered Kenny.

“Shhh! Are you crazy? They’re right next to the door!”

The kid opened the top button of the hunk’s Levi’s. Judd’s heart raced as if he were about to make a touchdown. He had to make Kenny stop, but didn’t dare to move or do anything that would give them away.

This was the kind of encounter Kenny had dreamed about—getting the stud in a situation where he was powerless to act. The kid rubbed the long, hard muscle slowly, sliding his fingers up and down the stretched-out jockstrap. Even though Judd was staring at the strip of light under the door, praying that no one would open it, he became more and more distracted by the excitement building in his cock. He tipped his head down to look. All he could see was the shadowy outline of Kenny’s arm around his waist and the slow-moving hand on his taut pouch.

The redhead massaged the base of the hot tool, then fingered upward. When he got to the stiff, round cockhead, Judd grunted softly. The hunk’s arms began to weaken. He let his head sink to the floor, realizing that he was not going to be able to prevent the inevitable from happening. Judd did another pushup, sustaining it out of sheer sexual excite­ment. He began to rock his tool forward in gentle, then more forceful, movements. Kenny took his time, pleasuring him expertly. He worked the cock with a slowness and sureness that intensified the pleasure and delayed the climax. Judd thrust his cock forward aggressively, trying to bring about the orgasm. He repeated the action again and again.

At the point of climax, the jock pushed his rod forward as far as he could and held it there. The massive rod erupted with so much power that the first five or six shots fired right through the jockstrap into Kenny’s hand. The guy gasped and heaved and strained as stud-cream plastered the pouch. Kenny stayed on the muscle and kept it pumping for a good long time.

He continued to hold the tool until no more voices could be heard from the locker room. The two finally got to their feet.

“Shit!” whispered the jock. “My jeans are wet too!” He stripped off the Levi’s, followed by his soaked jockstrap. “Damn! Now I gotta wait til they dry.”

“How did it feel?” asked Kenny with a grin.

“Damn you—I’m gonna get ya for this!” snarled Judd. He threw down the jeans and jock and reached out to seize Kenny. The kid ran behind some mats to escape, but Judd was faster. The naked stud caught an arm and wrestled him down. They were in the darkest part of the room; Kenny could see nothing.

Judd gripped the front of the kid’s neck and squeezed his windpipe. “Strip if ya wanna breathe again!”

Kenny opened his Levi’s and pulled them off, followed by his jockstrap.

“Now it’s MY turn!” said Judd in an angry whisper.

As Judd let go of the neck and went for the kid’s rod, Kenny broke free. The hunk tackled him right away, then sprawled on his back, squashing his belly to the mat. Kenny gradually moved his strong legs forward and powered up on his knees. The jock wrapped a muscular arm around Kenny’s neck from behind and pulled him backward. The hold was a headlock/sleeper combination, a potent one. Kenny jabbed into the hunk’s sides, but it had no effect. He knew it was the end. He gave up the fight and tried to flow with the hold. Judd kept pulling Kenny’s head back, forcing the kid into a beautiful bridge. Kenny held the bridge as long as he could, supporting himself with an exceedingly wide leg-spread. The sexy position made his stiff cock throb in anticipation.

Although the darkness prevented Judd from seeing any of the kid’s handsome body, he felt an unusual thrill as he manhandled him. By the time he’d brought Kenny’s head, shoulders and butt to the mat, the kid was close to blacking out.

At last Judd released the hold. He crawled over to the guy’s legs and sat down on them. He peered into the blackness at the kid’s invisible cock and balls. The hunk moved his hand toward them, then hesitated.

Judd wanted to pay back Kenny, yet he was uneasy about juicing him. It was one thing to hit a guy in his nuts or dick, but another to wrestle his equipment until he shot off. Unlike many adolescent males, Judd never wrestled with a guy long enough to see what a long hold on a cock was like. While most of his buddies were finding out how fun it was horsing around with each other naked or in jockstraps—even having hot, all-male sex, Judd was spending time with girls. After all, he thought, football players should do that kind of thing. But now, at the height of his popularity and athletic achievement, he was in a dark room with another guy, ready to attack the forbidden spot. He wondered why he had become so angry at Kenny’s ass-slapping antics. He should never have let the kid get to him. On the other hand, the little shit had milked him. No guy had ever done that. He absolutely had to get even.

The thought of revenge finally tipped the scales. He took hold of Kenny’s rod and squeezed. The kid uttered a sustained gasp that made the hunk want to hang onto the tool. He did. The cock was totally rigid, more slender than his own, and slightly longer. He gripped it harder and listened with growing erotic satisfaction to Kenny’s hushed but sexy reactions to his vise-like squeeze.

Suddenly Judd had a desire to get hold of the kid’s balls, too. He grabbed them with his left hand and received the shock of his life—they were enormous. His mouth fell open. Each ball felt as big as his own entire basket. Judd was equally amazed that the two giants seemed to sit on top of the shaft-base, rather than beneath it. Or was that simply due to their size? The prominent bulges straddled the cock boldly, demanding to be fingered. The basket skin divided and hugged them so tightly that to the stud they felt like two separate oval rocks instead of one big basket.

Judd got a firm grip on the macho nuts and started squeezing them. Kenny breathed another sexy moan that fired up the jock with a vengeance. His right hand jerked the long rod wildly as his left kept working on the nuts.

The super-aroused kid writhed in pleasure on the mat. He could only take about a minute of the attack before he climaxed. A tremendous feeling of elation swept over Judd when Kenny’s rod exploded. The hunk aimed the exploding tool at Kenny’s navel, then at his pecs. Hot cream squirted all over the kid’s chest as he heaved in ecstasy. The hunk continued the assault, giving Kenny the best juicing he’d ever had. When it ended, man-juice covered the kid.

Judd sat atop Kenny unable to move. Pleasure twitches caused the kid’s shaft to buck frequently, and made him groan for several more minutes. He laid his hands on the hunk’s thighs and rubbed them.

“Oh, man,” said the redhead. “You really got me good.”

Kenny’s voice ended Judd’s trance-like paralysis. The naked quarterback got up. “All the guys have left,” he said, moving toward the door.

“Wait,” said Kenny. “I can’t go out there like this.”

“That’s YOUR problem, Red!”

The room filled with light temporarily as the door opened and closed. Judd had left. The kid remained with his back to the mat, not wanting to get up, yet knowing he’d have to. Although he’d had his fun with Judd, he was disappointed that the guy left him so abruptly. He dozed, thinking about their sexy horseplay and Judd’s great physique.

A flash of light awakened him. He heard someone in the room. The person was motionless for what seemed to Kenny like a thousand years. Then he heard someone walk toward him. “Who’s there? he whispered.

No one answered. A sudden light blinded his eyes. Kenny jerked in fright. A flashlight beam moved down his cum-drenched body to the cock and balls. Then several towels dropped onto his chest. A guy’s voice snickered quietly as Kenny sat up and hurriedly wiped himself. When he looked up again, the stranger had illuminated his own face with the light. It was Judd.

Kenny fell back to the mat, gasping in relief. “Fuck! You scared me shitless, man!”

“Yeah, I know,” said Judd, grinning.

“Guess I deserved it.”

Judd turned the light on Kenny’s crotch once more. “I had to see what your nuts looked like.” He sank to his knees next to the kid.

“I’m glad you came back.”

The quarterback continued to stare at Kenny’s nuts. He had to feel them one more time. His fingers closed around the rock hard egg-like balls. They filled his hand as he applied a friendly, but firm, grip. “These are somethin’ else, man!”

Kenny smiled, enjoying the warm hand around his nuts again. He spread his legs and bridged up, flaunting his great stuff for the macho football star. Judd pulled the giants back and forth slowly.

“Now I know what you’ve been hidin’ under your Levi’s, dude!” He gave them a long squeeze as Kenny bridged higher. He couldn’t bring himself to let go. He pulled and squeezed until Kenny headed toward another big orgasm. The hunk straddled the bridged redhead and yanked the monster nuts straight up. Kenny gasped as his cock let loose.

It was some time before the two guys were in any condition to leave the storage room. They continued to rub and tickle each other, seeing who could keep the other more aroused.

“Where’s my jeans?” asked Kenny at last.

“I put ‘em in a safe place—where you’ll never find ‘em!” The stud jumped up and dashed out the door, laughing.

Kenny leaped to his feet. “You son of a bitch!” he yelled, not caring who might hear. The naked, totally hard kid burst into the locker room and ran toward the over-confident athlete.

(end)