I Want to Milk You

While Josh sat on a locker room bench putting on his tee shirt, his occasional gym workout partner, Zack, sat down next to him and spoke quietly.

“I want to milk you.”

Josh couldn’t believe what he had heard. His look of shock made Zack repeat the statement.

Zack continued to speak softly, so the remaining guys in the room wouldn’t hear. “Right now if you want me to—right in front of all your gym buddies.”

Josh slid backward, out of Zack’s reach.

Zack moved forward, staying close. “You know I’m a lot stronger than you, and I can do it anytime I wish.”

Josh knew the guy spoke with truth. Zack’s arms and legs could overwhelm almost any guy, especially a shorter one like Josh.

“Now is fine with me….”

Josh swallowed hard.

“….Or, I can do you in private, at my place, and no one will see.”

Josh found himself speechless. The idea stunned him, as it would any straight guy. The news that Zack had revealed himself as gay also stunned him.

“I can’t get your long dick out of my mind,” continued Zack, “imagining it hard, imagining the sperm that it shoots.” He paused. “Well, I’m through imagining. What’s it gonna be?”

“It’s gonna be no deal,” replied Josh.

Zack immediately grabbed the front of Josh’s throat with his left hand and squeezed, cutting off the air completely. “I’m not kidding, man. It’s gonna be right here if you fight me.”

To prove it, Zack took hold of Josh’s dick through the guy’s jockstrap with his right hand. Some of the locker room guys looked their way.

“O.K., O.K.,” whispered Josh. “At your place.”

“I thought you’d see it my way.” Zack released both holds and smiled.

The next night, as he drove to his encounter with Zack, Josh had a hard time accepting what he had agreed to. On the other hand, he didn’t want the alternative. Once inside, Zack took him into a small room and told him to stand on a workout mat.

“Take off your jeans,” he began.

Josh removed his sandals first, then reluctantly, his jeans.

“Now your shirt.”

Josh followed instructions. That left him standing in front of Zack in his usual jockstrap.

“Good. I like looking at your body. With more muscles you’ll be pretty striking.”

“Just get it over with,” said Josh.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, man. Spread your legs. Lock your hands behind your neck.”

As Josh obeyed, Zack stripped down to a stretchy, black thong. Next, he put his hands on Josh’s pecs and played with them for a while, sometimes pinching the nipples when he felt like it. Then he moved behind Josh and put his arms around the guy’s waist, preparing to apply a reverse bear hug. Josh stood silently as Zack pushed his hands into Josh’s gut—yet he did it with great slowness, reaching deeper and deeper into the guy.

Josh began to groan in pain and fear as Zack’s hands burrowed way too far, making it difficult for his victim to breathe. Then finally, Josh couldn’t.

“Yeah,” whispered Zack. His already stiff dick, pressed tightly against Josh’s ass, quickly hardened to its fullest extent.

Just before Josh would have blacked out, Zack relaxed his arms. Josh gulped air while Zack grinned.

“What the fuck!” gasped Josh. “Just jack me so I can leave!”

But Zack wanted this encounter to last as long as possible.

“You’re not in charge here; I am. I’m gonna have to teach you some manners.” With that, Zack re-applied the bear hug—this time not slowly but with a sudden plunge into the gut, deeper than before. Josh cried out, unlocked his fingers and tried to pull Zack’s arms apart.

“Back behind your neck!” yelled Zack, punishing the gut with a new assault that went deeper still.

Josh immediately complied, although Zack kept the agonizing hold on.

“Tell me you won’t do that again,” ordered Zack.

“I won’t! I won’t do it again! Please! I can’t breathe!”

Zack again relaxed his arms. While he let Josh recover, Zack started to gently massage the aching gut. Josh was grateful for that. But the caressing hands gradually moved lower and onto the guy’s jock, where they stopped. Josh cringed.

“Don’t be scared, dude. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just the opposite.”

Zack slipped both hands inside the jockstrap. Josh felt the fingers move downward, feeling his dick as they proceeded. When the fingers reached the ball sack, they surrounded it. Josh involuntarily moved his arms to stop Zack. But he remembered his promise and instantly connected them again behind his neck.

“That was smart,” remarked Zack.

“Sorry,” said Josh. He added “Sir” to his apology for insurance.

“Good, you’re learning some respect.”

Josh felt a little less nervous, hoping this session would end soon.

Zack began to feel the testicles with both hands. “You have awesome nuts, man. Very hard.”

The inspection went on for longer than Josh liked. At one point Zack secured a testicle in each hand and, with a non-threatening pressure, kept both motionless for several minutes.

“Ever had a guy hold your nuts like this?”

“Of course not,” answered Josh, impatiently.

“Well, now you have. Get used to it, man,” said Zack. “I’m gonna be your human jock- strap!”

Josh expected Zack to release his balls soon and start in on his dick. But that didn’t happen. The muscle-boy continued to hold the testicles inside the jock, minute after minute. After a while, Josh realized that Zack’s fingers were slowly tightening around each testicle.

“Let go of ‘em,” Josh pleaded.

“Do they hurt?”

“Not much.”

“Then shut up.”

Zack loved having a grip on each of Josh’s hard nuts. “Let’s go for a walk.” Zack nudged Josh forward, keeping a firm hold on the testicles as they moved slowly around the room, locked together. Holding Josh’s balls gave Zack a terrific turn-on. He loved having the sexy little dude in a vulnerable position like this. Presently they stopped in front of a wall.

“Bend forward and put your palms on the wall,” ordered Zack.

Josh followed directions reluctantly.

“Good. Now spread your legs wide.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“Shut up. You’ll find out.”

With Josh’s legs spread, Zack rested his chest against the guy’s back and began to give the captured testicles more attention. The feels soon became prolonged squeezes—nothing severe, but Josh groaned anyway, more out of fear than pain.

“Oh yeah, these are my kind of nuts, dude,” whispered Zack. He worked on the testicles—sometimes separately, sometimes both together—using varying degrees of pressure. The longer he played with the balls, the hornier Zack became. Soon it forced the thong to stretch way out and into Josh’s ass crack. The feeling made Josh twitch in fear.

Zack moved a hand to Josh’s shaft, still under the jockstrap. “Hey, you’re gettin’ hard.”

The fingers pressed into the shaft several times, testing its stiffness. “Yeah…super hard!”

The testing sent shivers of pleasure through his shaft. Although Josh wasn’t looking forward to getting milked, he nevertheless prepared himself for it; he knew his cock was ready too. But suddenly Zack’s hands moved down and off of it.

“Fuck,” whispered Josh in defeat as he felt the fingers lock onto his testicles once more.

“I told you to get used to having a human jockstrap!” said Zack.

Josh found that tough to do. He wanted to shoot and get back home.

“Damn,” said Zack, “these are so awesome to feel.” He kissed the back of Josh’s neck as he increased the pressure on the testicles.

“Ah!” gasped Josh.

“You’re doin’ O.K., man,” said Zack, keeping the pressure on.

After several minutes, Josh found himself a little less anxious, tolerating Zack’s squeezing.

“That’s right, man, enjoy it,” said Zack.

The grip continued, but it wasn’t long before Josh felt his balls squeezed much harder.

“No!” grunted Josh.

“You can handle it,” replied Zack.

Josh struggled with the pain, but kept his hands on the wall, afraid to move an inch. Then he felt the fingers push further into his nuts.

“Ah! Fuck!” he yelled, trying to cope with the pain.

“Yeah, boy! Eat the pain!” said Zack.

Josh scraped his fingernails against the wall as his buddy continued the terrifying squeeze.

“You’re killin’ my nuts! You’re killin’ my nuts!” he yelled, removing his hands from the wall and grabbing Zack’s upper arms.

“Let go or I’ll pull ‘em off!” warned Zack.

“Fuck!” shouted Josh, angrily slamming his hands to the wall again.

“This is what you get for that,” said Zack….

A nasty pain quickly stabbed deep into his balls. Josh couldn’t move or speak. Then, just as quickly, the pain vanished, leaving the guy breathless, hugging the wall, with Zack’s fingers still inside his jock.

“No more, man, please,” whispered Josh.

“You gonna settle down now?”

“Yes, yes,” said Josh weakly.

“We’ll find out. Get down on your hands and knees,” said Zack.

Josh followed the order, slowly, with Zack sticking to his back.

“Good. Now let’s get rid of the jock.” Zack let go of the testicles and pulled the jockstrap down to Josh’s knees, then completely off. He did the same with his thong. After that, he dropped his chest onto Josh’s back once more and reached his arms around the guy’s waist.

“Not again,” moaned Josh, feeling each hand take hold of a testicle and resume the big squeeze.

“Yeah, I’m far from finished with these, man.”

Now naked and on his hands and knees, Josh could do nothing to stop Zack. Although his balls ached from his buddy’s work on them, his cock began to feel more pleasure—a fact that Josh couldn’t account for.

Zack seemed determined to keep giving it to Josh’s testicles. “None better than these, man,” said Zack. “None better.” He kissed Josh again, this time on his shoulder.

The brief affection made Josh feel a little better; nobody had ever complimented him on his nuts and he sort of liked it. But along with the compliment came more pain from Zack. Josh winced as he felt Zack put a major squeeze on his left testicle.

Zack prolonged the squeeze, waiting to see how long Josh could stand it.

“God no!” cried Josh.

“Want me to switch?” asked Zack.

“Yes! Yes!” replied Josh.

Zack released the testicle and put the same crushing hold on the right one.

“Ah! Shit!” gasped Josh.

He took it as long as he could, then found himself saying, “Switch” to Zack. He couldn’t believe that he had directed Zack back to his left testicle voluntarily. But he knew that Zack wouldn’t have released both his balls, even if he had begged.

Zack did the switch and went to work again on the left nut. He went back and forth like that for a long time, with Zack applying much harder squeezes at various intervals. But Josh survived along with both testicles.

“You into boxing or wrestling?” asked Zack.

Surprised by the question, Josh replied before he even thought about it. “Wrestling.”

“Me too. Submission. I love makin’ it hurt.”

“Yeah, like ball submissions,” replied Josh, with a painful grin.

“That comes with your human jockstrap,” said Zack.

Although Josh grinned at times, Zack’s hard ball squeezing did hurt, although Josh had by now tuned out most of the pain. As the squeezing progressed, Zack felt a growing pleasure in his rod. In fact, his cock—now wedged firmly in Josh’s crack—pulsed hard, threatening to shoot. To avoid it, Zack had to occasionally relax his squeeze on his buddy’s nuts.

Both guys benefitted from the break. Zack checked his captive’s cock with one of his hands, while Josh groaned from the pleasure of the touching. Zack found the top half of the shaft wet with pre-cum.

“I think your cock wants more ball squeezing,” remarked Zack.

He took charge of both testicles and again showed them who was their boss. Josh grunted from the renewed pressure, but didn’t move or object.

“Yeah, take it like the man you are,” said Zack.

As time passed, Josh felt the fingers move his nuts into different positions—pulling or twisting or squeezing—he couldn’t tell which. But it didn’t matter: he managed to tolerate each of Zack’s moves. By now he knew them all. When Zack took another break and examined Josh’s rod, he found it as stiff as a pipe and the top half wet with pre-cum.

Keeping the balls locked tightly in one hand, Zack’s other hand coated the shaft with the slippery juice. Then he started massaging the tool carefully, working on places that made Josh groan the loudest. The slick rod made it easy for Zack to overwhelm his victim with the desire to shoot. Zack smiled as he felt the tool swell and try to reach forward. Crazy with pleasure, Josh spread his legs and waited for his cum pump to lurch into gear.

But Zack didn’t allow it. He teased the cock, and the pleasure, without mercy. Over and over, he drove Josh to the breaking point, then refused to let him leap over the edge.

Keeping one hand around the ball sack, Zack tickled the shaft in various places, making it leap wildly. Josh’s groans quickly turned into desperate cries of ecstasy. He pounded the mat, then grasped it as if trying to rip it apart. He begged Zack to let him cum—something he never thought he’d demand from a gay guy. But now, half out of his mind, that’s what he wanted.

“I wanna hear you submit!” said Zack.

“Oh god, yes! I submit! Let me shoot it! I submit!” roared Josh.

Instead of making the guy cum, Zack disengaged and let the cock hang free, twitching but not quite firing. Josh grabbed for his cock, but Zack caught it the arm and forced the hand back to the mat.

“Fuck!” grunted Josh, defeated again.

“Only when I decide, man—not you!”

Josh felt Zack’s fingers re-grip his testicles.

“Shit,” groaned the anguished captive.

Josh hung his head, wondering how long Zack would keep him on his hands and knees without climaxing. As Zack began another round of ball-wrestling, Josh looked under his chest at his frustrated cock. Aimed directly at the guy’s face, its cum-hole had filled with milky cream. Josh watched several drops fall onto the mat below before turning his head forward again.

The nut-squeezing brought more sexy grunts from Josh. Zack now began to focus his attention on one testicle at a time. He gripped the left one, squeezing with ever-increasing force. Josh grunted in pain as Zack clearly intended the bearhug-type hold to make Josh submit. Josh’s grunts turned into cries of agony, then loud, multiple shouts of submission.

Zack released the testicle, but immediately put the same move on the guy’s right one. When Josh reached the point where couldn’t take it, Zack switched back to the left testicle again. Zack repeated this many times, until Josh yelled “Switch” instead of “I give”—since he knew that a submission would not end his agony. Sometimes, when Josh endured the squeezing for longer periods, Zack would add a slow twist or pull to make the guy beg to switch testicles.

At the same time, not particularly noticed by Josh, Zack’s cockhead found the guy’s butt hole and comfortably pressed against it. During Zack’s prolonged work on the balls, the head became wet from frequent emissions of pre-cum. With remarkable slowness and deception, it pushed the hole open and entered. Distracted by the ball torture, Josh didn’t realize what had happened until his ass held nearly all of Zack’s cock.

Zack didn’t dare fuck the guy, because he wanted to avoid cumming; he also wanted to savor the feeling of being inside Josh.

“Don’t move, man,” cautioned Zack, “or I’ll shoot it up your ass.”

Josh froze in fear. But it didn’t matter: over time, Zack’s frequent pre-cum spurting built up to a sizable load or two inside Josh. Zack couldn’t help it. This encounter with his totally hot buddy definitely amounted to a fantasy-come-true, and he intended to enjoy it for as long as he could. Josh had no choice but to cooperate and become Zack’s slave. At the mercy of the intruding cock and the fingers of death at work on his balls, Josh tried to adjust to the new experience of intense, sexual domination.

But playing with his slave-buddy proved to be more of a challenge than Zack expected. Every minute or so he would reach the point of climax and have to cool himself down by relaxing his testicle squeezing. Finally, to avoid the likelihood of an explosion, he started to pull out of Josh. His slave-toy grunted as he felt the long shaft moving in his ass. When Zack had completed his mission, he pulled back, letting the cock hang free behind Josh’s butt.

“Stand up,” ordered Zack.

Josh delayed, not quite believing his ears. But he had heard correctly and slowly got to his feet, with his nuts at last free of Zack’s fingers.

“Put your back against that wall, with your hands locked behind your neck,” continued Zack.

Josh complied.

Zack moved closer, staring into Josh’s eyes so forcefully that Josh didn’t dare to blink. Zack began to caress his slave’s chest with both hands. That felt like a welcome relief to Josh, but then Zack took hold of Josh’s prominent nipples—hard.

“Ah!” shrieked Josh as the fingers seemed to suddenly cut into his tits.

Zack leaned his head very close to Josh’s face. “Can you take this? Can you, tough guy?”

“Ah—no!”

Josh yelled out submission after submission, but it did no good. He wanted desperately to seize the hands but pull them away, but he feared what Zack would do; so he kept his fingers locked behind his neck.

As Zack continued to tear into the sensitive nipples, Josh saw the stud’s rod twitch. A few seconds later he saw pre-cum start to roll down its sides. It was only then that Zack let go of the tits—not out of mercy, but to save himself from climaxing.

But Zack kept both hands on Josh’s chest as they both recovered—Josh from the pain, Zack from the pleasure. While they stared into each other’s eyes, Zack planned his next move on Josh. He knew it would severely challenge the guy’s pain tolerance, maybe more than testicle work. Most guys couldn’t stand the move for more than a couple of seconds, but Zack intended to make Josh feel it much longer than that.

Zack gave Josh’s pecs some affectionate slaps and strokes, then suddenly gripped the guy’s armpits and dug deeply into the sensitive flesh with the first two fingers of each hand. Josh screamed louder than he had ever screamed before. The pain felt like four metal prongs stabbing into his pits. He unhooked his fingers, immediately grabbed Zack’s arms and tried to pull them away.

“Hands back!” roared Zack, stabbing further into the pit-flesh.

Already considerably weakened from the pain, Josh slowly returned his hands to the back of his neck, giving his exposed armpits to Zack once more.

“Please, no more!” begged Josh.

But Zack continued the debilitating claw, watching Josh’s cock closely. As Josh screamed, Zack’s own cock again began to twitch, aching to fill with sperm. Zack decided to risk it: he kept Josh’s shoulders pinned to the wall and further tortured the pits by pushing his fingers into them at different spots, hitting all the greatest pain points.

Nearly going hoarse from his screams, Josh pleaded for an end to the unbearable pain. Zack heard, but kept repositioning the fingers inside the pits and finding new places to torture.

“Please… No!” shouted Josh.

Zack gave the pits another minute of agony, then broke off the claws. He stroked Josh’s chest once more as a gesture of respect, as he looked at the guy’s excited shaft. The time had arrived for Zack’s final maneuver.

“Keep your back to the wall,” instructed Zack.

Josh could hardly keep standing after the armpit attack, but he followed directions. Zack for the first time put both hands around the guy’s cock. Josh sighed from the instant, relieving pleasure that produced. But Zack did more. He began a slow upward pull on the shaft that seemed to wipe away all the previous pain he had endured.

“Oh shit!” he moaned.

Zack then moved his hands slowly down, reinforcing the pleasure. As Josh continued to moan in ecstasy, Zack’s hands moved up again, and down, at a slow, controlled pace that had the guy locked in absolute pleasure. At the same time, the hands pulled the shaft closer and closer to Zack, along with Josh’s body. Josh’s eyes opened wide from a pleasure he had never felt.

Exactly when his cock erupted, Josh didn’t remember. But when it happened, the orgasm knocked the life out of him. Every shot seemed to go into the deepest part of his body, twisting it, wrenching it, daring it to go farther. And with every burst of cum, Josh’s strength diminished, his knees bent and he sunk toward the mat. His cock fired the final shots with Josh on knees. Zack completed his mission by pulling Josh to the mat on his back with almost no effort.

Josh could hardly catch his breath. “I’ve never shot off like that before!”

Zack smiled. “The next time I say, ‘I wanna milk you,’ are you gonna be more cooperative?”

“You bet!” gasped Josh. “Yes, sir!”

Zack fondled his buddy’s balls. “You’re such a turn-on, man. How do your balls feel?”

“Awesome. I can’t believe it.”

Josh grinned at Zack, but he couldn’t move. He knew he’d been totally defeated. He laid on the mat like a wrestler who had just lost the biggest match of his life. Zack flexed his muscles for his buddy to underline that idea. Josh looked in awe at the stunning male body sitting beside him, and at Zack’s upright cock only a few inches from his face. He put his hands on the winner’s strong thighs, then he wrapped a hand around the cock.

Zack pulled the hand away. “This time you just look,” he said. He tempted Josh further by moving forward, putting his cock close enough to lick. Josh stuck his tongue out as far as he could, but Zack cruelly kept his shaft slightly out of its reach. The stud grinned as Josh tried again to tongue the tall sex pole.

“O.K., man, I’ll give you one lick on my balls,” said Zack finally. “Make it a good one!”

Zack spread his legs and brought the sack directly over Josh’s mouth. The touch of the outstretched tongue on his nuts felt awesome. It made the cock twitch seductively. Josh wanted more, but Zack moved back to prevent that.

Josh couldn’t resist making another grab for the cock. Zack stopped him.

“You don’t follow directions very well. I think you need more learnin’!” said Zack. He seized the still-hard cock. Anything touching the wildly sensitive shaft now unleashed violent, unbearable pleasure. Josh’s body bolted upward, but not high enough to break Zack’s hold.

“O.K! O.K!” he screamed.

But Zack kept torturing the shaft.

“No!” shouted Josh. “It’s too much!”

Zack loved using a guy’s cock as the medium of punishment, and since he rarely had the chance to do it, he continued to squeeze and twist the tormented tool. When Josh started to buck wildly, Zack jumped on his chest to hold him down. Josh punched the stud’s back, but nothing could deter Zack from his fun.

Soon Zack heard a change in his victim’s screams. The pitch became lower, from deep in the gut, orgiastic. Josh desperately grabbed Zack’s sides—could this kind of cock punishment make him shoot again? Josh didn’t think so, but his sperm disagreed.

“Yeah!” exclaimed Zack, as if reading Josh’s thoughts. “I’m gonna get it!”

Josh screamed louder, realizing that Zack was going to force an ejaculation, ready or not. The cock didn’t have a chance against Zack’s assault on it. Thrills shot down Zack’s spine to his balls. The stud had always dreamed of forcing an orgasm on a guy unprepared for it.

The explosions that followed turned Josh into a madman. He wrestled Zack violently, pulling him down to the mat. It did no good: Zack hung on to the shaft and kept the orgasm going.

“Oh god! Oh god!” cried Josh, suddenly clinging to Zack as the stud went on torturing his erupting cock.

“You all right, buddy?” asked Zack when it was over.

Josh could hardly catch his breath from the excitement. His big rod kept jerking wildly as the guy tried to regain control of himself. “I…I don’t know…”

Zack put his fingers around the Josh’s balls. “Told ya I was gonna leave these dry.”

“Oh shit, you win, man,” smiled Josh.

“I made these babies work overtime!” commented Zack, fondling the testicles.

Zack’s warm hands felt so good that Josh surprised himself by saying, “Keep feeling them.”

“No problem,” smiled Zack. “They deserve some lovin’ after what I put ‘em through!”

A look of wonder transformed Josh’s face as Zack put some gentle but sexy moves on the hard nuts.

“I guess you’re glad you let me do this,” said Zack. “Your cock is still jumpin’ like crazy, man.”

“My balls feel so great when you mess with ‘em.”

Encouraged, the muscle-boy squeezed with more authority.

Josh stroked the arm and hand as it squeezed the tight sack.

“I think we found a new hobby.”

Josh’s shaft reached up high as if replying to that comment. Zack responded by again treating each testicle to some individual attention, one at a time. The feel of Zack’s fingers around one of his big balls made him grunt I pleasure. During a particularly long squeeze, Josh would caress the squeezing fingers. If the hold turned into a serious bear hug, Josh would eventually submit by tapping the hand, which would then go move to the other testicle.

Zack delighted in that. Playing with Josh’s balls always gave him a terrific turn-on. He also loved watching the guy’s shaft jump. Sometimes he’d give in to the temptation and tease it with some short pinches or strokes. The cock never seemed to rest; it remained rock-hard, even long after shooting.

“Get me again,” whispered Josh. “Now.”

“You sure, man?”

“Yeah, I refuel fast!”

Zack laughed. “Be glad to.” He changed positions and took the huge rod in his mouth.

The sudden pleasure made Josh groan loudly. The monster’s length only allowed Zack to take about half of it, but that proved sexy enough. Zack saw—and felt with his lips and tongue—the shaft pulsing and pushing forward, trying to shoot. Just before it reached the climax, Zack released the frantic cock. As Josh gasped in pleasure, Zack watched it leap up, not quite reaching a culmination. But after a moment or two, Zack saw pre-cum start to flow onto the head. Zack put his lips around it, sucked out the liquid and swallowed.

The sexy move surprised Josh and made him hornier than ever.

As Josh groaned, Zack said, “Yeah! Keep it coming, man.”

Josh gasped. “Take it again!”

Zack again closed his mouth around as much of the shaft as he could and resumed his slow-paced sucking. As before, he stopped before Josh could ejaculate. He gave the shaft a squeeze with his right hand. That forced out more juice, which Zack lapped up and swallowed. The stud repeated this process, making Josh more and more eager to shoot, and also making him beg for more sucking.

Zack put his fingers around the guy’s bulged-out balls. “Yeah,” he whispered. “They’re packin’ more than the first time!”

The stud put his arms around Josh’s waist, lifted the guy off the mat, and brought him down over his outstretched thigh—not roughly, and not gently either. Josh had seen guys caught in backbreakers, but had never experienced the hold before. With his cock on display above his bent body, the hold felt more erotic to him than painful.

Zack held the body in place by planting his left hand on the upper chest and the other on Josh’s knee. But soon the right hand closed around the ball sack. Zack pulled it down, bringing the handsome shaft upright, ready for more sucking. Josh gasped again as Zack’s tongue returned him to the land of ultimate male pleasure.

Josh wanted Zack to keep him in the backbreaker forever, but the guy’s sperm refused to be held back indefinitely. Zack could feel the cock-hole release spurts of pre-cum, and with each spurt came a sexy groan from Josh. But after a few minutes, the cock demanded more than brief spurts.

“I gotta shoot! I gotta shoot!” gasped Josh.

“That’s up to me, not you,” said Zack, pausing for a minute. Then he lowered his thigh, dumping the smooth, flexible body to the mat. He pulled Josh’s legs apart and gave the guy’s testicles one more check. “You’re packin’ lotsa cum, buddy. “Make me choke on it!”

Positioning himself on his hands and knees perpendicular to Josh, Zack captured the rod in his mouth again. He zeroed in on the tight cock-head and began to stroke it with his tongue. The resulting surge of pleasure made Josh raise his upper body off the mat. Zack moved his left hand onto the guy’s chest and pushed him down again with it, keeping his right hand on the mat between the guy’s thighs to maintain his balance.

Josh groaned louder and louder as his body stiffened with pleasure. Zack’s own pleasure mounted as he sucked on the firm, oozing head. The stud spread his legs. Josh gazed at his buddy’s low-slung ballsack and the horizontal shaft that pointed at his side. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch the cock, so he laid his right hand on Zack’s ass instead. After that, the pleasure in his cockhead became so great that it blocked out all sense of time and place.

When Josh erupted, his body heaved with each burst of cum. Zack took every load, every spurt, every drop, and didn’t release the cock until he was sure he’d consumed everything the guy would give him. Then he crawled on Josh’s chest and pinned both of the guy’s wrists to the mat. Sliding back somewhat, Zack positioned himself once more on hands and knees so that his balls hung almost directly over Josh’s face. Still overcome with pleasure, Josh looked up at the low-hanging sack and at the twitching shaft. Suddenly Zack’s sperm let loose—without anything touching his balls or cock.

The first five shots flew over Josh, but as the orgasm continued, the next five squirts became shorter and fell directly onto Josh’s face. Josh had never seen a guy cum hands-free and the sight electrified him. The final shots landed on Josh’s lips. Zack scooped up a load with a finger and pushed it into Josh’s mouth. Josh licked the finger clean with his tongue.

“That’s a preview of the next time,” grunted Zack.

“We gotta do it tomorrow,” said Josh, watching the stud’s cock twitching above his face.

“Fine with me,” replied Zack. “But I’m gonna make your balls really work for it.”

Josh grinned. “I think I can handle that.”

Zack collapsed on his back alongside his buddy.

“You looked fantastic shooting like that,” said Josh quietly.

“You’re my biggest turn-on,” replied Zack.

Josh propped himself up on an elbow to stare at Zack’s oozing cock. “I want to see if you can shoot hands-free tomorrow—after I milk you!”

(end)