From Minor to Major League Fun

In the locker room following the last game of the season, the team suddenly mobbed our star player, congratulating him on being drafted into the Major Leagues. We mobbed Ramon, stripped him naked, then pushed him from one team member to another to get “punished” for him leaving us. He received lots of ass slaps, tickles and fake gut punches. Ramon loved the teasing. I, being the only gay player, especially liked watching his huge dick and nuts swinging freely around in all the excitement. We all agreed long ago that Ramon had the best body of any of us—and the biggest endowments.

When someone pushed Ramon at me, I didn’t give him slaps—I hugged the guy. As my best friend, he responded by hugging me back. I loved feeling his big dick pressing into me.

“Johnny,” he said, “I’ll miss you the most.”

I felt the same way about him. Team members knew that we were buddies, but none of them knew about my gayness, not even obviously straight Ramon. I longed to have sex with him, but never dared to suggest it. I admired and worshipped him, but always silently, and in private.

While Ramon hugged me, he whispered something in my ear that no one else could hear: “Let’s talk later.”

“Cool,” I whispered back.

After the team left, Ramon and I walked to a nearby park and sat down on a bench. “What’s up?” I asked.

Ramon said nothing at first, looking deeply disturbed about something.

“What’s wrong?”

“I… I… This is so hard to say, and it’s so silly… Everyone thinks I have lots of affairs, and I used to, but nothing now. Nothing for way too long a time.”

“Another girl will come along,” I reassured him.

“Yes, but… I gotta have some action now. I can’t jerk off anymore, it doesn’t satisfy me.”

“You want me to help you find somebody?” I asked.

“Yeah, a handsome guy like you must know lots of great girls.”

“Fuck,” I said in a dejected tone. “I guess you gotta know this sooner or later; and you’re leaving now anyway, so I’ll tell you: I’m gay.”

“You’re shittin’ me!”

“No. I’ve kept it quiet. I like girls, but not for sex.”

“Damn. Then I’ve sure asked the wrong guy!” he said with an ironic grin.

“Not necessarily,” I replied. I took a breath, then said, “I’ve fantasized many times about watching you cum, making you cum. If you want me to jerk you off, I will.” I smiled. “Think of it as my contribution to your new life in the Major Leagues!”

Ramon chuckled. He was silent for a long time. “I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s your call.”

Ramon paused again. “My dick’s gettin’ hard right now, just thinkin’ about sex. Let’s do it.”

“When?”

“Tonight, man. The sooner the better. My place, O.K?”

My mind—and my heart—raced at the thought of getting together naked with Ramon on his bed. I could hardly control my excitement. But when I entered his apartment, I knew something was wrong.

“Having second thoughts?” I asked him.

“Yeah. I don’t think I can go through with it.”

I’m sure my face expressed a great disappointment.

Ramon continued. “I mean, I’m thinking how it could wreck my future career if somebody found out.”

“I understand. But what about me? If people found out, it could end my career too. Even if it didn’t, I still wouldn’t see you again. You’ll be off somewhere and….”

Ramon looked at me with real sympathy.

“If we don’t tell anybody, it’ll remain our private business,” I added. “But if you’re still uncomfortable, we can just stay friends and nothing else.”

Ramon tilted his head back and rested it on the sofa, scowling, reflecting. He’s the kind of guy who can look incredibly sexy without doing anything. I watched him sit there, turning me on with his black, short-cropped hair, green eyes and his widely-spread, muscular thighs. He began to slowly move them together and apart, like a young bird flapping new wings. He laid a hand across the fly of his jeans suggestively. After a few more seconds, he gave his dick a rub.

“Oh crap, man, I can’t stand it. I’m gettin’ hard.” He got up and I followed him to the bedroom.

Ramon pulled off his tee, shorts and brief, dove naked onto the bed and flipped himself on his back—almost in a single movement. His dick was not fully rigid. But even when it wasn’t, the thing measured at least six inches.

My buddy grabbed a small towel from a bedside table and draped it over his face. “I hope this doesn’t offend you, but it might be better if I didn’t see a guy jerkin’ me.”

“No problem,” I grinned. “Wanna cum right away, or make it last a while?”

“Make it all night if you can!”

Those were just the words I wanted to hear. I stripped naked and sat on the bed next to that fantastic physique. I had seen Ramon’s body many times in the showers, but now I had it all to myself. His dick hardened rapidly as I stared at it—a perfectly straight muscle that extended about eight inches from his large, bulging ball sack. The thick tool clung tightly against his gut, so I would first have to pry it away to get a good grip. Since he lay at my right, I put my right hand on his big boner. It immediately began to pulse wildly. Ramon grunted in pleasure as I slowly worked my fingers under and around the middle of his huge shaft. I simply held it for a while, exhilarated by the feel of that awesome tool.

My buddy grunted more when I started to pry the muscle away from his gut. I went slowly, giving Ramon a chance to get used to my control, and eventually brought the shaft to an almost upright position. I reached my left hand over to the bedside table and grasped a container of lube. I spread a little on the rod and began to stroke it.

“Ah!” said Ramon, in a sexy, half whispering voice.

Again, I proceeded very slowly. Nevertheless, Ramon was getting major pleasure from my stroking. After a short time, the long cock grew even longer. “Holy shit,” I said to myself, watching the rod achieve at least a ten-inch length while I worked on it.

Ramon groaned louder and started to squirm from the pleasure. I didn’t want to push too hard, so I turned my attention to his balls. Some guys don’t like anyone messing with their nuts. As a precaution I began by tickling them lightly. My buddy spread his legs wider—a good sign. When I went further and cupped them in my hand (not easy with balls the size of his), the sack skin instantly tightened. The huge testicles hardened as well. I spent a lot of time feeling them, one-at-a-time and together, then trying some limited squeezing. Ramon went for it. His sexy groaning continued, and soon the cock reacted too: I saw some of the stud’s sex juice ooze from his cum hole. Seeing my buddy’s cum—even a drop of it—made me so horny that my cock started to twitch.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” said Ramon quietly. He spread his legs wider—so wide that I had to swing a leg over his right thigh, resting my right knee on the mattress, close to his crotch. I got another thrill by sitting my naked ass on that muscular thigh and feeling my balls against it.

I put four fingers under his ball sack and placed my thumb on top, between the giant testicles. I pressed down lightly into the lowest part of his stiff shaft.

“Ah!” gasped Ramon, immediately pleasure-struck by a place on his shaft he may not have explored before. I suspected that, because he pulled the towel off his face and lifted his head to see what was causing such overwhelming pleasure. Unable to see much, he replaced the towel and laid back again. As I played more with the bottom of his shaft, Ramon slid his left foot toward his crotch, bending the leg into a very sexy inverted V position. Then he started to rock the upright knee back and forth.

I moved my hand to the top portion of his shaft and took hold of it. I couldn’t resist feeling his pre-cum. When I put the pad of my thumb against the wet cum hole, Ramon’s whole body jumped. I waited for him to calm down a little and then began to lightly caress the lubed hole. The stud gripped the mattress with each hand as pleasure attacked it.

“Fuck!” he gasped, pulling the towel away again. This time he tossed it across the room, at last acknowledging me—and respecting me—as the source of his ecstasy. I smiled as Ramon watched the motion of my thumb on his hole, and later, the wide surface of the cock head. The intense pleasure soon forced his balls to give up more pre-cum, a generous load of it. He propped himself up on his elbows. “Buddy, where did you learn to do this?” he gasped.

I grinned. “It feels good?”

“Oh god, oh god!” exclaimed Ramon, falling back onto the mattress.

I moved alongside him again to position myself better for work on the top of his cock. Over the next several minutes he writhed continuously as I caressed his cum-coated head. He growled. He gasped. At one point he lifted his butt above the mattress as high as he could, straining at the peak of pleasure. It was also an unspoken way of letting me know how fantastic he felt.

The stud’s pleasure kept growing. His body let me know by twisting and writhing as if Ramon had no control of that beautiful physique. The movements became athletic, even violent. Many times his upper body sprang up suddenly, only to sink down again. He rocked from one side to the other, not knowing how to handle his pleasure-drunk cock head. Finally in desperation, Ramon sat up and grabbed me. He locked his right arm around my neck and pulled me down beside him. He tightened the head lock as I stroked and teased his oozing cum-hole.

The more his pleasure escalated, the more muscle he put into the headlock. It became a battle of who would dominate who. The head lock turned into a choke and I started to gasp for air. It was a sexy moment—the stud choking me while I drove his cock into progressively higher levels of ecstasy. My cock started to twitch as Ramon cut off more and more of my air. The choke finally got to me. I felt weak; my fingers stopped moving on his shaft-head.

“Submit!” my buddy demanded. “Submit!”

“O.K!” I whispered.

“Tap out on my cock!”

I barely had the strength to move, but his erotic tap-out order energized me. I tapped his huge shaft several times. He waited until I did it a second time before releasing the choke. But I liked the fact that he didn’t disengage the head lock.

“Man, you almost put me out,” I said, grinning. I gave his shaft a squeeze and wrapped my fingers around it. “Two can play that game.” Without warning I forced the rigid, gut-clinging tool to an upright position.

“Ah!” yelled Ramon.

I increased the pressure by slowly forcing the huge shaft backward. It fought hard against me, surprisingly hard.

“No!” grunted the stud.

I kept pulling, inching the tool down toward a pin between Ramon’s outstretched thighs.

“Stop!” begged the stud.

“I’m gonna make it kiss the bed!” I warned.

“I give! I give!”

“Tap out on my cock!” I said in an obvious attempt to get him to touch my rod. Ramon hesitated. But then he did as instructed. His taps made my inflamed cock jump for joy—something that my buddy definitely noticed. He released the head lock and rolled onto his right side to face me. I rolled onto my left and waited to see what he would do next, without any prompting from me. He stared my cock for a long time, then gave it a flick with his left index finger. The tool quickly swung back, ready for more. Ramon gave it several additional flicks, grinning as he watched its reactions.

“Does that hurt?” he said.

“Yeah, but I also love it!”

More flicks led to short, low-impact punches with his fist that really turned me on. “Yeah!” I gasped. “Never had it punched until now.”

“I never saw a guy’s hard dick until now,” he replied, continuing to play with my tool.

Sometimes he’d stop and simply gaze at my rod—possibly out of curiosity or fascination. I doubted he could admire it, since his beat me by several inches in length and in girth. Yet, I loved the visual attention he was giving my rod. I swear that made me even hornier. My cock did some heavy twitching while he stared at it, like it was showing off for him.

At last I got my wish: Ramon put his fingers around my shaft and held it for a long time.

“God, it’s so fuckin’ hard!” he said excitedly. The stud gave my rod a good check, feeling it from top to bottom. Then he did the same with my balls. I groaned and spread my legs for him.

“You like ball stuff too,” he observed watching my reactions.

“Yeah. You could make me cum that way!”

“I’ll keep that in mind!” he said with a grin, cupping my nuts in his hand.

Despite the pleasure, I wanted to get back to the stud’s cock. I grasped it firmly. That move suddenly re-ignited his pleasure; more pre-cum ejected from the monster tool. I spread it around and started to jack the shaft slowly.

“Oh shit,” he grunted. He began to squirm again as pleasure raged inside him.

I stopped and held the shaft motionless to guard against an unexpected orgasm.

“Yes, yes,” he whispered, putting a hand on my stroking arm to approve my pause. “It feels so good when you hold it like that.”

“Anytime you want, buddy.”

He raised his left leg and rested it on my right leg, opening his crotch wider. His balls looked more massive and bulged out than earlier.

“You have very sexy nuts, man,” I said.

Ramon surprised me again by sliding closer to me, then putting his left arm around my shoulder. This straight buddy of mine was cuddling! My body started to tremble in excitement.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothin’ at all,” I assured him. “Having you close like this was always my biggest fantasy.”

“Now it’s no longer a fantasy.”

Ramon hugged me. Not a quick hug, but a long one that meant more. I rewarded him by resuming my work on his shaft. As I slowly jacked it, he pushed his cock closer to me. I could feel pre-cum oozing onto my hand at almost regular intervals. When he got close to cumming, I paused and enjoyed listening to his groans from the pleasure that had built up.

I repeated the jacking and pausing many times over many minutes. It became a cycle that we both flowed with very well. Ramon seemed to get as much out of the pauses as the jacking. “Keep holding,” he said frequently.

“Damn, I love feeling your grip,” he said breathlessly.

“Yeah, your cock is all wet.”

“I’m close to cumming,” he whispered.

“Not yet, buddy,” I replied.

I rolled him on his back and released the shaft to its place against his gut. He laid a hand on my thigh and rubbed it. Soon he had his fingers around my rod again. He began to stroke it tentatively. “Am I doing it O.K?”

“Better than O.K!” I sat up on my knees next to him and spread my legs wide as he stroked.

“Your cock is the strongest muscle you have, buddy!” he said, smiling. “Like a rock.”

“If mine’s a rock, yours is a mountain!” I joked.

I sat between Ramon’s powerful thighs, ready to go after his shaft again with the kind of long grip that injected his cock with so much pleasure. I grasped the lowest part of the shaft with my left hand—so low that it also pressed down onto his big balls. I squeezed—hard.

“Ahhhh!” he shouted, feeling an awesome surge of pleasure and pain. He plunged a fist into the mattress.

“I’ve got you now!” I yelled. “Give!”

“No!” he grunted.

I leaned down toward the shaft and gave it even more—a death squeeze.

Ramon’s body froze.

“Give!” I demanded again.

“Fuck” he yelled. “No!”

Despite the pain, I figured that the extreme grip turned Ramon on too much to ever submit, and I was correct. So I tore into his shaft with no mercy and no time limit—something I’d always wanted to do with a big cock. My buddy cried out, but he was still unwilling to give up and stop the squeeze—fortunately for both of us!

I let him feel it for a minute or so, then raised my right hand, claw-shaped, for him to see. I held it near the top of his oozing cock. I saw his eyes widen, imagining the extraordinary pleasure that both of my hands could give him.

“Make me give!” he said.

I slam-captured the upper shaft, adding a second bear hug to his tall sex muscle. The sudden, violent pleasure of it forced a loud, low-pitched cry from the core of Ramon’s masculinity. He rose to a sit-up position and locked his hands on my arms to make sure the hold continued.

As I squeezed into the shaft with both hands, my buddy’s eyes flashed a stunned look of outrageous ecstasy and ultimate submission I’d never seen before. The look was so sexy that it nearly made me cum. In fact, some of my juice did spurt out.

I began to pull his giant shaft upward, tightening the ball skin around each massive testicle. Ramon’s mouth opened wide in amazement. A large amount of pre-cum emerged from his cock and started to run down onto my hand. I couldn’t’ resist any longer: I lowered my mouth to the top of the shaft and took possession of the head.

My buddy groaned as an all-conquering pleasure began to conquer him. He gripped the back of my neck with both hands and interlocked the fingers. “Yes, yes!” he yelled.

Ramon forced my head lower, demanding me to take more of his wide shaft. I moved my double bear hug to the bottom of the cock and gave him what he wanted. I felt some of his juice eject from the cum-hole. The stud gasped as I swallowed it. He pulled me closer, forcing my mouth to consume another inch of his huge shaft. I thought it impossible, but somehow I succeeded. Ramon muscled my head still lower, totally filling my throat with his swelling, pulsing meat. Finally the stud could force it no further. I groaned in fright as Ramon held my head firmly in place with both hands and tried to choke me into submission. I groaned louder, but he was serious about the choking.

I couldn’t escape, and I couldn’t resist. As a last resort, I grabbed his nuts and squeezed as hard as I could. The stud screamed. I felt his shaft tighten. I squeezed again.

“Ah! Fuck! I submit! I give!” he shouted.

A few seconds later, Ramon’s shaft erupted. I didn’t have to swallow his cum: it fired far down inside my throat. The guy never seemed to run out of power; he fed me long and hard.

Although his hands dropped from my head after a while, my buddy kept feeding me in lesser amounts. I slid my mouth upward on his rod a few inches, but had no thought of freeing it. I began massaging the cock with my tongue. The stud moaned in ongoing pleasure as his cum hole spit out sporadic loads over many minutes.

“That was hot, man,” he said at last, breathing hard. “I like it when we get rough.”

I continued to suck the top of his warm shaft.

“Oh man,” said Ramon quietly, still dominated by the pleasure I wielded.

I slowly changed my position, lying so that I rested the side of my head on the stud’s gut—always keeping the top of his shaft in my mouth. He stroked my shoulder and head as my tongue teased more cum out of him.

“You’re gonna keep me cummin’ all night…you’re gonna wear me down, man,” groaned Ramon. He pulled me tightly against his body and held me there with his right bicep. “This is so great, man. Better than I ever expected. You’re like an to answer to a prayer….”

The last thing I remember before falling asleep was a soft groan from my buddy and another spurt of his cum in my mouth….

I awoke in the middle of the night, feeling Ramon’s fingers on my rod. They toyed with it, tickled it, tested it, as if checking the cock’s hardness from top to bottom—even down deep into the ball sack. The pleasure was awesome. I let him play with the rod, pretending I was still asleep. It thrilled me even more to know that my hunky team mate, my fantasy stud, was touching it—the guy I least expected would ever do that. Before long, cum began to leak from my cock. Ramon explored it with a finger. That made the pleasure grow almost out of control. To avoid an orgasm, I groaned as if waking up.

“Feels good,” I said softly.

“I never thought I’d ever like messing with a guy’s cock. But I do—maybe just yours.”

I stroked his arm and chest.

“You’re always so fuckin’ hard, I can’t believe it,” he said.

I smiled. “When I’m around you I am.”

“Damn. I love feelin’ your thick juice. Will doing this make you cum?” he asked, still fingering the slippery tip of my cock.

“Oh yeah,” I gasped.

“Very cool,” replied Ramon.

The more I groaned, the more confident his fingers became. Soon they gradually went from touching to exploring to dominating the shaft. Everything he did felt spectacular. But at one point he unleashed an unexpected, major league squeeze on my cock that stunned me.

“Shit!” I whispered, as intense pleasure and intense pain merged inside my shaft.

“You wanna give?” he asked.

“No way!” I groaned.

“That’s what I wanna hear!” said Ramon.

He proceeded to attack me like a wrestler torturing his opponent with one brutal submission hold after another—except that he put all the moves on my cock. I screamed as he twisted and wrenched it into frightening, extreme positions that I wasn’t prepared for. Still, I didn’t give up. Not content using one hand, Ramon grabbed my shaft with both and tried to bend it in half, like a metal bar—at least, that’s what it felt like. I screamed louder and clutched his body.

“Submit?”

“Fuck!” I shrieked, stupidly unwilling to let him win.

“Still no? You’re a tough one, but it doesn’t matter if you give up or don’t give up: I’m gonna find your breaking point regardless!” he yelled over my screams.

I watched in horror as Ramon’s powerful hands continued forcing my cock to bend, using incredible force at each end of the straining muscle.

“No!” I shouted again and again. At the same time I kept hugging the guy, even though I should have been fighting back with serious blows to his body. Instead, for some reason I took the cock torture, despite the damage my buddy could be doing to it.

“Your balls are lookin’ good, man,” said Ramon as he bent my shaft further. “They’re next!”

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