Handling College Material

The greatest moment of my teen years came the first time I opened the Levi’s of a buddy and began feeling his brief-covered dick. My fingers made it stiffen almost instantly. In less than a minute he started to ejaculate, shooting his sperm right through the brief and into my hand. This event surprised both of us. After all, I had no previous experience with male-to-male sex, and neither did he. In fact, I later learned that my buddy was straight. He did enjoy it, though. “You have the touch, man,” he said.

His comment proved correct. The same thing happens every time I play with a guy sexually. If I can get my fingers on his dick, I can make him cum. A lot of dudes expect me to give them a blow job. I love doing it: sucking a guy until he spurts is an awesome feeling. But working on a cock with my hand always gets quicker and more intense results. It shocks each of my sex partners, disarming them with a pleasure they can’t resist.

By the time I entered college, I had become a true master at manual sex. And, even though I have fun playing with the dicks of gay dudes, I discovered that messing around with straights turns me on even more. So I’ve made them my prime targets, particularly the campus athletes. Many of them are hung like horses, and I make them shoot like horses, too.

Since it isn’t always easy to get straight jocks into my dorm room for sex, I have to find other locations. I succeed remarkably well, maybe because I corner them in places they don’t expect, and I don’t give them time to think about the proposition. For example, one day I cornered a guy in my Auto Mechanics course. Bruce often wore his grubby jeans there, a super sexy, tight-fitting pair of Levi’s that made my dick erect whenever I looked at him. The guy was a real hunk, a football player, who got lots of attention from the females. Bruce never expected attention from me, a straight-acting male with muscles nearly as big as his.

When I saw him go into the deserted welding room, I knew the moment had arrived. I followed him inside and, as he put on his welding gear, I gave his butt a slap. “Nice ass,” I said.

He turned around, startled at that remark from a male voice.

“Bet you have a great dick, too,” I added. Giving him no time to reply, I promptly reached out and felt it. “Yeah, nice one.” Rather than let go, I continued to feel his longish rod through the tight jeans. This action both confused and infuriated him. It also made his dick stiffen.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” he snapped, throwing down the alternator mounting bracket in his hands.

“Makin’ you feel good!” I grinned.

He tore off his gloves. “Quit it, you queer!”

Bruce tried to pull my hand away, but I suddenly gripped the rod with a lot more pressure, making his goal much harder to achieve. I grabbed his other arm and locked it behind him as insurance.

“Let go, damn you!” he sputtered.

I forced Bruce to the concrete floor authoritatively with the hammerlock. He let go of my forearm so he could balance himself on his knees and one hand. I loved the position. He tried to crawl forward, beyond the welding table, but I stopped him by reasserting the hammerlock.

“Settle down, man,” I said. “Your dick likes this.”

Bruce couldn’t deny the obvious. His dick was rapidly solidifying into a whopper of a tool. I unzipped his fly and jammed my hand inside it.

“Fuck!” he yelled, unable to stop me.

The guy had a jockstrap on—a soft, well-worn one that made it easy to conquer his cock. The excited rod hardened more and more as I rubbed and squeezed it.

“You’re gonna regret this!” threatened Bruce.

“Not if I make you shoot,” I replied.

“No chance of that, pervert!”

A large load of sperm flew from the rigid cockhole, moistening the entire top of the dude’s jockstrap.

“I think you’re wrong!” I reported. “I’m gonna get ya, buddy. You’re gonna pump like you’ve never pumped before!”

“No!” he yelled.

But I heard something new in his defiant voice, a sound of desperation, of worry. He began to realize that I might be right, that I might make him cum. I continued to manhandle his rod—slowly, steadily, but with enough pressure to demonstrate my total control.

“Go ahead, show me what you’ve got. I know you want to,” I said.

My confident attitude bothered him. “Fuck you, man!” he said, spitting his words out.

The angry outburst didn’t convince me, and probably didn’t convince him, either. Soon afterward, another load of cum fired from the pulsing cock.

“Yeah, lube that jock for me.”

Now breathing much faster, Bruce could no longer hide his reaction to the pleasure building within him. “Shit!” he gasped. He tilted his head down and stared at my hand—not to find a way to stop it, but maybe to find out how it could make him feel so incredibly good.

I worked my fingers into the sensitive upper shaft, dramatically escalating his pleasure.

“Oh god!” grunted the hunk, no longer wondering ifhe would shoot, but when. “You bastard!” he groaned. “You win, man!”

I slipped the wet jockstrap aside, freeing the anxious cock. It thanked me by emitting another load of pre-cum. I smeared the warm liquid over the top-half of the shaft and began to jack the guy into a world of intense, male-generated pleasure previously unknown to him. Bruce spread his legs and gasped, dumbfounded at the waves of pleasure that hit him. I released the hammerlock, allowing the guy to steady himself on all fours as the orgasm approached.

Suddenly we heard someone enter the room.

“Hey, Bruce,” said a voice.

“Where’d he go?” asked another voice.

I felt Bruce’s body freeze in terror. I stopped jacking and held the oozing cock motionless.

“You in here, Bruce?”

The sound of footsteps seemed to echo from every direction as the two guys did a quick exploration of the room. Then the sounds vanished, leaving the area silent again.

“They’re gone,” I whispered to Bruce.

“That was too close,” said the rattled hunk. “What the fuck am I doing here lettin’ you….”

I stopped his sentence, and his thought, by giving him potent, new injections of pleasure with my fingers.

“Ah!” he whispered, abruptly overcome by the sensations inside his shaft.

I reached my left hand around Bruce’s body and attached it to the base of his cock.

“No more, man!” begged the panting hunk, fearful of what both my hands would do to his meat.

I bear hugged the bottom of the rod with my left hand to hold it in position, then attacked the hyper-sensitive head with my right. This drove the dude out of his mind with pleasure. He thrust his cock forward again and again, almost deliriously.

“Do it!” I urged.

Suddenly the thrusting ceased. Every muscle in his body tightened. I had him.

“Shit!” he gasped, straining beyond belief as a voracious pleasure ripped into his shaft with its teeth.

“Yeah, feel it!” I said, continuing to inflame the cockhead with my right hand.

“Ah!” grunted Bruce. He slammed a fist against the floor. “You win…….you got me!”

The first shot of cum tore through his tube like liquid fire, torturing the guy unmercifully. He whispered a raucous cry of submission as the heavy load exploded from his rigid cockhead. Bruce’s body heaved; the long stream flung itself several feet across the floor.

The dude heaved again. A second mammoth load bolted into the air. Then others—many more than Bruce expected. He writhed and grunted, forced to become a slave to the demands of his cock, expending without question the enormous energy needed to power its giant ejaculations.

I kept milking the rod as it fired cum down onto the concrete in countless squirts. The dude’s hushed cries were sexy as hell. They left no doubt about the extreme pleasure—even the anguished pleasure—that was assaulting every fiber of his body.

“Please—that’s enough!” he gasped.

“Just a little more, man,” I insisted. I dug my fingers into his swollen cock one more time to make sure it spit out every drop of juice.

“Ah, fuck!” he yelled, as the shaft spurted out some extra shots of his thick maleness.

Then I let go of him. I gave his sexy ass a slap. “You’re OK, man.”

Still on his hands and knees, panting from excitement, Bruce could barely talk. “So…so are you. You’re something else!”

I crouched down and gazed at his cock, which continued to jerk in wide leaps. “The winner gets one more feel,” I said, knowing the guy didn’t have the energy to fight back now.

Bruce turned his face toward me and half-grinned as I took hold of the shaft. I applied a long-held, firm squeeze that I know he liked a lot. After that we stood up and both did some welding, with hard dicks bulging in our Levi’s.

It sure was a great experience. So was the fun I had with Reid. I met him at one of the college’s football games, an outside night game. Our team was losing and I felt restless, so I got up and took a stroll in the stadium. Wandering behind the bleachers, I almost bumped into a guy taking a leak. The wide, interlocking support beams of the bleachers created several good places to hide, and the guy had found one of them. The dim light made it doubly hard to pinpoint someone there.

“Hey, man,” I began. “Good place to get rid of the beer!”

“Yeah, I couldn’t wait any longer! This feels so good!”

I smiled. “Piss makes a cool sound in here. Like a waterfall!”

The dude laughed, sounding half-drunk at least.

“I gotta put my fingers in the waterfall!” I said, doing so without a blink.

The guy startled to chuckle. “You’re crazy, buddy!”

“Piss on it!” I joked.

We both giggled over the remark. I couldn’t see the guy’s face clearly, or what he wore, but he had a pretty muscular build and was my height. When his flow diminished into short squirts, I teased him about it.

“Hey, I’m getting to like this! Let’s have more!” I reached up, found his dick and shook it playfully. “More…..more!”

“That’s all I got, man!” said the dude with a chuckle.

I kept holding his dick, but added some gentle pushes and pulls. “I bet you’ve got a lotmore!”

“Hey, I’m no gay boy, buddy!” he said, snickering.

“Didn’t think you were—I don’t see no dress on ya!” I replied.

We both laughed again. The guy’s dick was already firming up at top speed. He put a hand on my hand as a signal for me to stop, but he was too busy laughing to do anything else. A few moments later, his hand fell away. Enjoying the attention from my fingers, his dick soon rose fully upright, preparing to show me that it could do more than just piss.

“Take it easy,” he giggled, “or I’m gonna make the wall wet again!”

But by this time the dude felt so horny that he really didn’t want me to stop. “Geez, you’re good,” he said quietly, speaking seriously for the first time.

He had a fun cock to work on—about nine inches, quite narrow, but highly responsive to my squeezes and massages. Its generous oozing kept my fingers well covered, and of course, that made my job a snap. Without warning, I put a tight grip on the cockhead—an exceptionally hard one.

“Ah!” he groaned, stung by a sudden rush of pain.

“Can you take it?” I asked, maintaining the grip.

Not wanting to appear wimpy, the guy said he could. But I didn’t intend the squeeze as a test of strength or endurance. I used it to suddenly turn up the pleasure several more notches. He grabbed my hand when he felt its true impact within his shaft.

“What are ya doin’ to me!” he gasped.

“Scorin’ a touchdown.”

A cheer broke out among the fans high above us and became progressively louder.

“Go for it!” I yelled.

Standing almost facing the stunned dude, I brought my other hand up to his balls. I inserted a finger between them and pushed it into the sack until I found the lowest point of his cock tube. I pressed my fingertip into it forcefully, while continuing to squeeze the cockhead with my right hand. His reaction came almost immediately.

He clutched the wall with both hands and screamed. I wiggled my tube-embedded fingertip to trigger the orgasm.

“Ah……you dirty fucker!” he shouted.

The guy pushed his cock forward and started to kick out the juice. The crowd’s yells became deafening, easily drowning out my victim’s screams of pleasure. His juice seemed to glow as it squirted through the filtered light of our hidden meeting place. I kept terrorizing the bottom of his shaft while he erupted. The tube pounded like hell, stimulated—no, required—by the movements of my finger to pull up more cum.

The dude’s mouth fell open as he tried to deal with a pleasure that refused to release him. He fell forward, propping himself against the wall with both hands. I got every drop out of him, and then some. He told me afterward that the pounding in his crotch went on and on, like he was still pumping juice.

“How did you do learn to do that, buddy?” he asked.

“My secret,” I said. “If you want it again, I’m in Bradley House, 2120.”

“My name’s Reid,” he said. “Nice meetin’ ya.”

So far, Reid hasn’t showed up. But I know he’ll never forget that football game.

A few nights afterward, I had some fun with a Freshman in one of the woodsy park areas on campus. I came upon him while I was jogging back to my dorm following a late evening class. Trying to look cool, he stood under a grove of trees, smoking. I stopped and walked up to him.

“That’s bad for your health, dude,” I said, smiling.

“Uh huh,” he replied blankly.

“So, is this your first year here?”

“Yeah.” He paused, then asked, “How did you know?”

“Just a guess,” I said.

He looked at me nervously, probably wishing I would resume my jogging, and wondering why I had not done so already. I decided to put his speculation to rest.

“How’s your dick, tonight? Want some action?”

He looked at me in shock. “I’m not a…..” began the kid.

“I didn’t ask you what you are.”I repeated the question. “How’s your dick?”

“O.K.”

“Just O.K? That’s not cool, man! I bet it wants some attention tonight.”

“Maybe so,” he said, “but not from you.”

“How do you know that? Your dick and I have never met.”

This dialogue bothered the kid, but he also seemed intrigued by the interchanges.

“You afraid to let me touch it?” I asked.

“No, I just don’t let guys do that.”

“You’re kiddin’ me. How about givin’ me five minutes, and you can have a once-in-a-lifetime experience…..Your zipper goes down, doesn’t it?”

Before he could answer, I grasped and unzipped the fly of his jeans. The kid attempted to pull my hand back, but I already had my fingers around his dick like an octopus. The rod was very thick—a great one to manhandle. It also hardened like lightning. The dude fought me a little, but I wrestled him to the ground without losing my grip. I locked him in a crucifix, immobilizing his arms with my legs and left hand, and that quieted him down considerably.

“I didn’t know queers could wrestle,” the Freshman said sarcastically.

“There’s a lot you don’t know, kid,” I said, sliding closer to him. I unbuttoned his jeans and opened them wide. He wore no jock. “Hey, a guy who likes free-balling. Cool.”

He struggled to get out of the crucifix, but without the use of his arms or hands, he soon realized he could not escape.

“Let me up!” he demanded.

“You’re already up,” I chuckled, tickling his naked cock. The muscle jerked wildly at every touch. “Do you ever tickle it, man?” I asked. “It loves that!”

“Fuck! Fuck!” exclaimed the kid in total frustration.

I inspected his balls. “Nice ones, big suckers,” I said, feeling the entire surface of the testicles, one at a time. “Heavy, too. They’re carryin’ a lot of sperm tonight.”

“Please, don’t hurt my balls, man,” said the Freshman.

“Stop worrying, kid. You’re gonna thank me when I’m finished.” I tried to make him feel less threatened. “What’s your name?” I asked, while I carefully examined his shaft.

“Jeremy.”

“I’m Joe. I get my degree this year. It’s gonna be in a whole new field—Sperm Production!”

The kid laughed a little. His cock had already started to drip juice.

“Jeremy, you’re very lucky: you’ve got a great rod on you. Your girlfriend must think so, too.”

“She just broke up with me.”

“That’s rotten, man. Hey, you’ll find somebody else.” I teased the shaft in a deliberate effort to make him feel better. He seemed to realize that, and to appreciate it.

The more I toyed with Jeremy’s cock, the more pre-cum it gave me. I probed its wide circumference thoroughly, testing and re-testing to identify the best pleasure centers. I found them. The kid began to squirm as I went to work on the first one, located about an inch below the bottom of the head. I could feel his defenses breaking down. I knew he intended to hold back verbal reactions, but after a minute or two, he couldn’t avoid it. He started to groan from the extreme pleasure—softly at first, then as loud as he dared in the park. His cock tube swelled significantly every time I rubbed this spot. His balls also hardened (I checked them often).

I moved in close and pulled the jeans down below his butt to fully expose the equipment. I relocated my fingers to another pleasure point, just under the cockhead, and began to squeeze into it.

“Ah!” he groaned, trying to bridge up with his legs.

I squeezed harder. The cock throbbed passionately. Jeremy writhed and gasped as my fingers aroused pleasures he never thought possible. A large load of pre-cum shot down onto the grass.

“Good boy,” I said. “It feels awesome to do that, doesn’t it.”

“Yeah,” grunted Jeremy, dazzled by the electricity that had ignited his cock.

I pushed my fingers in deeper. Another load of cum fired from the head.

“Oh shit, yes!” exclaimed the kid.

“Hey, I think I’ve passed my five-minute limit,” I said jokingly. “Want me to go on?”

Rather than answer that question, he asked his one of his own. “What if somebody sees us?”

I grinned. “No one shows up here this time of night. It’s just you and me, dude, for as long as we want.”

I slowly stroked the base of the cockhead. That drove the kid crazy with pleasure.

He suddenly tried again to force himself out of the crucifix. But this time I knew it wasn’t to get away; he wanted to do the opposite. I unhooked my legs. He rolled onto his side to face me.

“That’s better,” I said.

I scissored his neck to keep him in that position. Jeremy didn’t object. Instead, he pushed his pole nearer to me.

“Yeah, get it in close.”

I seized the shaft with one hand, and his stiff ballsack with the other. “Hold on, kid.”

Breathing hard and fast, the excited dude clutched my body with claw-like hands, not knowing what I would do next, yet wanting it.

I laid into the cock with some heavy-duty squeezes, one after the other. Jeremy groaned from the extreme pressure and clutched me harder. I gave it another bunch of squeezes, killer ones. The kid’s testicles bulged in response, as if suddenly filling with sperm.

“Oh fuck!” he cried, crippled by pleasure.

“Your cock is mine, man,” I said. I jerked the thick shaft forward sharply, causing it to release more cum. Jeremy reacted with a loud gasp. I repeated the action. The kid didn’t know what hit him. I did more forward jerks, slowly increasing their frequency. They were powerful. Each one jolted his whole body.

“Ah!” he grunted. “I….I’m gonna cum!”

A few seconds later, the kid exploded. It took at least ten big ejaculations to empty those swollen balls of his. As though fighting for his life, Jeremy thrashed his body in every possible direction while I jerked the juice out of him. I never saw a guy uncork so much of it. By the time he had reached the end, he was too worn out to get up.

“My god,” he whispered. “That one sure got me.”

I kept the scissors on him loosely and began to caress the heroic rod, which remained totally erect. Juice continued to spurt from the hole occasionally.

“You’re still pumpin’ it, man,” I said.

I wondered if it was cum left in the tube following the orgasm, or new juice. I lightly rubbed and massaged his stiff pleasure hole for a while to find out. Larger amounts of it bubbled up and onto my fingers.

“Shit that feels good,” reported the kid.

I kept tantalizing the hole as juice accumulated on the head, then began to fall off it in large drops. Jeremy groaned in ecstasy.

“That’s right, dude, give me your stuff,” I whispered.

I re-inspected his balls and found the suckers bulging like before. Handling them made him groan again.

“Yeah, lotsa sperm in these babies. Don’t hold it back, man.”

I had trouble holding my own sperm back. Trapped inside the Levi’s, my cock begged me to turn it loose. I let go of the balls and unbuttoned my fly. Releasing the scissors, I slid toward Jeremy’s feet, bringing the open fly up to his dripping rod. The kid moved forward, then stuck his tool into my jeans.

“Oh yeah,” I said quietly, letting go of the wet shaft.

I groaned as he pushed it in further. Feeling his big rod alongside my own meat almost made me shoot. The kid pushed his cock until he had the head against the tight crotch of my jeans. Then he started thrusting to put maximum pressure on his cum hole.

“Yeah, fuck my Levi’s!” I exclaimed.

His thrusts became more and more violent. The friction this caused on my cock immediately drove me to new heights of pleasure. I knew I couldn’t last long. I grabbed Jeremy’s ass. The firm, sexy flesh felt awesome. Gasping in excitement, I found his butt hole and drove my finger up inside it.

“Ah!” he yelled into the darkness, no longer able to control his pleasure or the loudness of his voice.

I couldn’t control myself either. Sperm roared up through my cocktube.

Jeremy suddenly drove his inflamed shaft into the denim and held it there, crushing the cockhead with all his body weight. This unleashed a pleasure he couldn’t handle.

Our two big guns shot off at the same time. I felt cum squirting all over my gut and crotch in huge blasts. Grunting in ecstasy, Jeremy and I clung together as the side-by-side cocks threw out countless loads, as if trying to outdo each other. Soon there was so much sperm that his and mine began to merge under my jeans. Sealed in an embrace by unstoppable pleasure, we pumped our essences at full throttle, impregnating each other’s cum, uniting us into a single, spectacular masculine power. It was one of the sexiest sensations I’ve ever had.

I’ll never forget Jeremy. But I won’t forget Tom, either. Strangely enough, the part of his body that I saw first was not his face, but his ass. He had his head under the hood of a car parked on the street in front of a dorm unit. As I walked toward him, I could hear his muffled swearing. However, I mostly noticed his buns, which looked truly sweet in the light blue Levi’s that disappeared between them.

“What’s the matter with it?” I asked him.

“Wish I knew,” he said. The guy brought his head out from under the hood to see who had talked to him. “I’ve got an appointment in a couple of hours that I can’t miss, and this bunch of crap won’t start.”

“Mind if I take a look? I’m pretty good with cars.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

It didn’t me long to spot a possible cause for the problem. “I might be able to fix this for you.”

“No shit?”

“No shit,” I answered.

“Hey, they would be great!” he said, shaking my hand and introducing himself. “That would save my life! What do you want for doing it?”

I looked at his crotch. “Let me jack out your juice.”

“What?” he asked, not believing his ears. “You’re crazy, man!”

“That’s the deal.”

He looked at me with a mixture of disdain and humor. “You’re serious?”

“Yup.” I didn’t care if he accepted or not—I had nothing at all to lose.

He glanced at his watch nervously. “OK, OK,” he finally said.

I made some adjustments to the carburetor, then got the engine going. Tom didn’t seem as happy about it as I had expected—maybe he was thinking about our deal. But he followed through and took me into the dorm and up to his second-floor room.

“My roommate’s not here this afternoon, so I guess I’ll let you do what you said.”

“I gotta take a leak first,” I told him, heading for the bathroom. While pissing, I looked for some lube. I spotted a small jar of Vaseline and slid it into my shirt pocket.

Tom opened his jeans, pulled down his white brief and stepped up to me, anxious to get it over with.

“Take ‘em off,” I said.

As he stripped, I pointed to the bed.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said sourly. He shed everything as directed and lay down on the bed.

I sat on Tom’s chest, facing his crotch, sitting on it with folded legs flanking him on either side. His dick was soft and only a couple of inches long. I liked his sack, though, which looked very impressive. So I started fingering the balls.

“Let go of ‘em, man,” he said impatiently. “Just jerk me off.”

“Your nuts are first, then we have the fun,” I stated.

I conducted a better-than-usual exam of the balls. They were particularly hard ones. Following that, I put my right hand around his dick and used my left fingers to find his “crotch muscle,” as I call it. Working on this area—just under the balls—usually increases a guy’s pleasure, and that’s what happened with Tom. In no time I felt ripples of energy in his dick, then stiffening. His crotch muscle began to stiffen up, too. The harder it became, the firmer I squeezed it, ensuring a pleasure that escalated.

Although he said nothing, the stud’s legs involuntarily responded to the pleasure by occasionally shifting to new positions on the bed. Soon I had a completely erect cock in my hand, and it had turned into an award-winning, ten-inch one! I freed the crotch muscle, whipped out the Vaseline and spread it over the huge pole. I took charge of the shaft with both hands and slowly pried it upward, away from the gut. As I began to gradually glide my hands up and down, Tom spread his legs wider.

The legs were unusually muscular, evidence of some serious workouts. “What sport are you into?” I asked.

“Wrestling,” replied Tom.

“Cool. That’s my favorite.” I increased the pressure on his shaft with my up-and-down hand movements. “How does it feel to have your cock rassled?”

Tom gave no verbal response. But his legs began to squirm more frequently, a sure indication of the high level of pleasure he felt. Working on that rod was a real blast. I worshipped every inch of its tall surface with total dedication. I used each of my ten fingers to inject it with extreme sexual power. I watched the stud’s pleasure hole closely. It opened wide, as if knowing how much cum would soon be shooting up the shaft.

“You’re getting’ close, man,” I said.

Pre-cum appeared. It began to run downward, mixing with the Vaseline. The super-slippery lube quickly heightened the impact of my cock rasslin’.

“Shit,” gasped Tom. “Don’t make me do it!”

“You’ll love this,” I predicted. “You wanna shoot real bad!”

Tom didn’t argue with me. His hands grasped my sides. He forced himself into a very sexy split: he moved his legs so far apart that each foot dropped off its side of the mattress and onto the floor. “Oh yeah,” he grunted, ready at last to fulfill his part of our deal.

Suddenly the door opened and his roommate walked in. “Holy shit!” the dudeexclaimed, aghast at what he saw. Tom jerked in fright and took his hands off me.

“Uh, I can come back later, man….” suggested the roommate awkwardly.

“It doesn’t bother me if you stay,” I offered. “OK with you, Tom?”

Tom delayed his reply. “Might as well,” he said at last, cringing. “The damage is done.”

“You don’t look damaged to me!” I said, grinning down at the guy’s giant erection.

The roommate laughed. “Me either. Didn’t know yours could get this big, Tommy.” He stepped closer to get a better look.

I removed one hand and held the pole upright at its base to let him view the entire shaft.

“Damn!” said the roommate, thoroughly impressed.

“I’m not a queer, Mark!” insisted Tom.

“Me either,” replied the roommate. “But you do have a cock worth looking at!”

The presence of Mark had significantly lessened Tom’s desire to shoot. I began jacking the shaft again with both hands to rekindle the fire. The rush of new pleasure made Tom groan involuntarily.

“We have a deal,” I said to Mark. “He gets a fixed car, I get to see him cum.”

Mark chuckled, but Tom wasn’t amused.

“Forget it, you pervert! I’ll shoot for my girlfriend—not for you!” stated Tom.

Mark gazed at the guy’s testicles. They reached high, as though trying to compete with the towering shaft above them. “Maybe two of us can change your mind!” he said, crawling onto the bed between Tom’s legs.

The stud tried to throw me off by suddenly bucking. More firm jacking slowed him down, then stopped him altogether.

“Ah!” groaned Tom as pleasure took control of him once more.

Mark moved his hands tentatively toward the guy’s horse balls. I gave him a nod of approval. The moment Mark’s ten fingers grasped them, Tom grunted loudly. At first the roommate held the huge nuts still, maybe to get used to the idea of having another guy’s testicles in his hands. But then he started to apply squeezes—little ones initially.

“You bastard!” said Tom, alarmed by the added pleasure this caused.

Mark gradually put more muscle into the squeezes. Some pre-cum squirted from the cockhole. With four hands milking his shaft and balls, Tom didn’t have a prayer. The stud grabbed my sides again.

Mark’s ball squeezes became true submission holds, challenging the cock to give up and let the sperm loose. But when Mark started to pull the testicles toward him, Tom went bananas. Yelling in ecstasy, the stud dug his fingers into my sides. I gripped the top of his pole and went to work on it with some of my own submission squeezing.

Tom lifted his left leg off the bed, an action that announced the stud’s weakening resistance to a pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him at any second. He held the muscular leg high above the bed in a breathtaking display of strength and virility, while pleasure pounded his crotch like blows of a fist.

He took the punishing blows as long as he could. Then he slammed his foot to the floor with an erotic scream of defeat. The orgasm shook him to the core. Each ejaculation carried an incredible amount of semen and required an enormous amount of energy to power it.

Tom slammed the floor again. My eyes feasted on the stud’s thick, white cum. It seemed to gush out in endless streams. Watching him, and hearing his loud cries of pleasure, made my own juice boil. I quickly opened my jeans and thrust my red-hot shaft at Mark.

“Squeeze it!” I yelled.

Mark grabbed my cock without hesitating and bear hugged it. Pleasure engulfed me. I seized Mark’s shoulders. “Yeah—squeeze it hard!”

My sex pump kicked into high gear with a tremendous jolt. The juice shot out of me like machine gun blasts. At least, that’s what it felt like: fast and super powerful. I literally covered Mark with cum.

The guy held onto my cock until I had spurted the last drops of juice. “Good one,” he grinned.

I grinned back.

“My car’s not workin’ very well,” said Mark. “Wanna fix it sometime?”

(end)

© Ty Jordan