Practice Makes Perfect

Mike and Brad were ready for him. Mike had planned his cousin’s visit weeks ago. He had talked about “Kootch” to his buddy for so long that Brad was more than anxious to meet the guy. The school photo of Kootch was small, but it revealed a spectacularly handsome face and body. The shot included only the top of his jeans—just the belt loops—and Brad could hardly wait to see the rest. Mike was sure his younger cousin was gay. He also suspected that since he kept to himself, the kid probably had few sexual contacts, maybe none at all. It was time to show him the ropes.

On the big day, Mike picked up his cousin at the bus station and brought him to the house. The two guys anxiously started catching up on recent news in their lives.

A rap on the door interrupted them. Mike let in his buddy. “This is my cousin Steve—Steve Kuchinski. Kootch, meet Bad Brad!”

Kootch felt his heart jump when he looked at Brad. The guy was exception­ally tall, well over six feet. He had shoulder length blond hair and deeply tanned skin. His build, though tall and slender, was solid—ideal for his weight. He wore a sleeveless tee shirt, cowboy boots and 501’s that were the tightest Kootch had ever seen. They brought Brad’s balls so far forward that fingers could easily fir around each of them. Kootch couldn’t help focusing his attention on the huge bulges. Brad stood there, deliberately making small talk with Mike, giving the kid plenty of time to look.

Kootch was shocked by the commanding masculinity of the tall stud. Brad radiated an intense sexual power that the kid was drawn to. It began to pene­trate him. It urged him to touch Brad, to run his hand along the soft jeans, even to feel the hunk’s cock. He didn’t, of course, but he sure wanted to.

While all this swirled in Kootch’s mind, Brad was doing some observing of his own. He liked what he saw. The kid had blond hair like himself, and a well-proportioned, strong physique. The more Brad looked at the teen’s body, the more he realized how much it was like his own a few years ago, before he started working out in earnest. Although he wouldn’t be considered a muscular kid, Kootch did have excellent potential as a body builder. He had the right frame for it. His legs, for instance, were those of an athlete. Brad noticed them immediately: the fit of the kid’s Levi’s was snug and sexy, highlighting the strong legs and even the outline of his brief.

“Still wanna watch wrestlin’ this afternoon?” Brad asked Mike nonchalantly.

“Yeah, if Kootch doesn’t mind.” Mike looked at his cousin. “Brad comes over every Saturday to see the matches on channel four.”

Kootch liked the idea a lot, so the three got some beer and sat down on the floor in front of the TV, with their backs against the sofa. During one of the matches, they watched a youthful, well-built wrestler struggle to free himself from his opponent’s vicious arm bar. The attacker snapped the arm several times, trying to go for some major torture.

“Hey look,” said Mike. “He’s gettin’ jerked off!” They all laughed. Brad playfully poked Mike and the two exchanged friendly jabs. At one point Mike threw some of his beer at Brad, most of it on his fly. The stud jumped up on his knees facing the two and looked down at the wet spot.

“I’ve pissed my jeans, boys!” laughed Brad. The soaked denim made his cock stand out prominently, and he flaunted it.

“Either that, or you pumped your cum!” teased Mike.

Brad grabbed his cock and rubbed it briskly, acting as though overwhelmed with pleasure. Mike and Kootch broke up over the craziness. “Settle down, you nut,” chuckled Mike.

“Settle down yourself!” responded Brad, splashing beer onto Mike’s jeans.

“You prick!” yelled Mike. He leaped at Brad, locked both hands around his neck and squeezed. The tall stud merely grinned and poured the rest of his beer down the front of Mike’s jeans. Mike released the choke and applied a sleeper hold.

“This’ll settle ya down!”

Brad inched toward Kootch on his knees, as if he were trying to get away from Mike. When he reached Kootch’s legs, he pretended to weaken. His eye lids fell slowly. He sank lower, sliding his legs further apart. Brad was near enough for Kootch to put his hand on the hunk’s rod or in his open crotch. The kid’s heart beat wildly. Brad kept his eye open a crack, watching Kootch gaze at his wet fly. Mike pulled his victim backward gradually, so that Kootch got the sexiest possible view of his buddy’s fantastic equipment.

“Raise his arm and check him,” ordered Mike.

The kid lifted one arm and let go of it. The arm dropped, seemingly life­less. Mike lowered Brad onto his back.

“Ya got him!” said Kootch.

“Yeah, and it’s not easy to get this guy, either—he’s a great wrestler.”

Mike picked up a half empty beer can and held it over Brad’s cock-bulge. “Should I?” he asked Kootch.

“Go ahead,” smiled Kootch.

Mike slowly tipped the can, allowing a small amount of the liquid to fall onto Brad’s tightly-packed crotch. They giggled as Mike poured a little more.

“How about on his nuts?” asked Mike.

Kootch grinned as Mike wet one of Brad’s big balls, then handed the beer to his cousin.

“Here,” said Mike, handing the beer to Kootch, “I saved one for ya!”

The kid could hardly keep his hand from shaking. His cock felt like it would explode as he wet the rest of Brad’s crotch. Suddenly an arm grabbed his wrist.

“Caught ya!” said Brad. The hunk seized the can and doused Kootch’s jeans. “Now we’re all even!” said Brad.

The three had fun pointing to each other’s soaked Levi’s and commenting on the bulges in them. Brad made a big deal out of Kootch’s nut bulges.

“From now on, I’m gonna call ya ‘Krotch!’” he laughed.

“Maybe his nuts like beer!” added Mike.

“Hey Krotch, I think your nuts are drunk!” joked Brad.

“So are YOURS,” said Mike.

Brad gripped his own balls with both hands and comically talked to them. “Guys, you can’t have the car tonight. You’ll have to stay in and play HERE—you’re in no condition to drive!” He rubbed them in such a sexy way that Kootch’s excitement accelerated rapidly.

Mike suggested they take off their Levi’s to dry, which they did. The guys went back to the sofa to relax, wearing just tee shirts and briefs. Mike had a light blue brief; Brad and Kootch wore white ones.

“Good guys wear white,” kidded Brad. “Right Krotch?”

“Right,” responded Kootch, raising his thumb in agreement. They looked approvingly at each other’s white low-rise. Kootch’s was the most stretchy, revealing his fully hard tool—much to the kid’s embarrassment.

“Nice rod, Krotch,” said Brad, trying to make him feel better. “Lookin’ good.”

Mike directed their attention to the TV. “Check THAT out!” A handsome, young wrestler had been caught in a reverse bear hug. The bigger man behind him buried his hands in the guy’s lower stomach, in a kind of claw hold. The camera zoomed in on a close, frontal shot.

“Wow, that’s quite a view,” remarked Brad.

“He’s had it,” concluded Mike.

“Nah, he could get free. Look at his muscles,” countered Brad. “But I know how the big dude could win it for sure. He’d just have to lower his hands to the guy’s balls and squeeze! It would be over in twenty seconds!” He paused. “Of course, I could go a lot longer.”

“Sure, tough guy,” said Mike sarcastically.

“No kidding, I could.”

“No guy could take that kind of claw, man.”

“Shit. I bet ya a pizza I could. Go ahead, I dare ya.”

“O.K., you asked for it. Kootch, get your watch ready,” said Mike. “He’s gotta last for more than twenty seconds.”

Mike got behind Brad and put his hands around the hunk’s brief-clad basket. When Kootch gave the signal, Mike dug his fingers into Brad’s balls. The kid stared in amazement as the tall stud strained, but didn’t call it quits. Brad’s rod pushed farther into his thin, no-fly brief. The excited teen could hardly contain his own rod. A spurt of hot cum wet his brief as he watched the ball-breaker finally begin to bring down the hunk.

It took a couple of minutes. Brad tried to go on, but finally had to stop. Although he yelled out a loud submission, his buddy only smiled grimly and held on. The hunk repeatedly begged for release.

“What’s the matter, tough guy? Can’t your macho nuts take this?”

Brad tried in vain to pull Mike’s hands away. “Get him off me!” Brad yelled to Kootch.

Kootch grabbed Mike’s left leg, lifted the foot off the floor and gave it a powerful twist. Mike let go of Brad with a cry of pain. The tall stud pulled Mike down onto his stomach. He jumped on his back and wrenched the left leg into a half-crab position. He put his other hand in Mike’s crotch. Brad moved the hand inside the brief and gripped his buddy’s tight pouch-skin. “Now it’s MY turn!”

Brad looked at Kootch. “I call this my ‘ball wrecker’.” The stud’s arm flexed, bringing an instant, howling submission from Mike. Kootch wished he could see exactly what kind of hold Brad had on the nuts, but whatever it was, his cousin didn’t last two seconds. The stud let go and winked at Kootch. “I guess that settles it.”

Brad got down on his knees in front of Kootch. “Thanks, man,” he said. “Ya saved me.” He felt his own balls and grinned. “Still O.K!” He put a hand on the teen’s shoulder. “Want a reward?”

Caught off guard by the question, Kootch nodded his head with hesitation, unsure what Brad had in mind. “I’ll show ya how to do the ‘wrecker’.”

Brad stretched out on his back next to the kid. “Sit here between my legs.”

Kootch obeyed. He looked down at Brad’s sexy brief, cock and balls. The huge cockbulge was incredible, and those balls were made to be touched. His heartbeat speeded up again.

“O.K., now get your hand inside and take my nuts,” said the stud, propping himself up on his elbows. “Yeah, like that.” Brad proceeded to give Kootch instructions, and each time the kid’s hand moved under the brief, Brad let him know how he was doing: “A little harder . . . use the thumb more . . . yeah, that’s pretty good . . . shit, that hurts…..”

After he finished learning the move, Kootch pulled his hand out of the brief, but stayed between the hunk’s legs. His gaze was still fixed on the bulging white brief, a fact that Brad enjoyed.

“Good job,” said the stud. “Try that one on one of your friends some­time—I dare ya!”

The teen’s long tool was at the peak of hardness. Brad had to get his hands on it.

“What’s your favorite dirty hold, Krotch?”

“Guess I don’t know many.”

“You always wrestle CLEAN? God, that’s no fun! It’s time you learned a few FUN holds!”

Kootch looked a little startled, as if he was losing his nerve.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on ya.” He got on his knees in front of the horny teen.

“Get me in a side headlock.” Kootch complied. Brad put his hand on Kootch’s gut. Then he slid it down and under the elastic waistband of the kid’s brief. Kootch jumped slightly when the stud touched his sex muscle. Brad held the cockhead firmly. “O.K., here’s what ya do…..”

Mike watched his buddy give the teen his first lesson in cock torture, using a hold that caused some discomfort at first, but became very sexually arousing. Brad felt the cock’s pulsing increase and realized the kid was close to a climax. He gradually added more muscle, and pain, to the hold.

Kootch didn’t try to get away, or even voice objection to what Brad was doing. Brad was impressed. “You’re takin’ it great, man. See how long you can go,” he said.

Mike moved beside his cousin, encouraging the little stud to hold out. He saw Kootch’s cockbulge swell up into his brief. By this time, any pain the kid experienced had been drowned out by an intense pleasure that made him unable to move an inch. As the orgasm neared, the teen instinctively tightened his headlock on Brad. The hunk responded by putting more squeeze on the cock.

“Wanna give?” asked Brad.

“No, no,” said Kootch.

“Good deal.” He continued to press his fingertips into the kid’s hot meat, heightening the pleasure every second.

“Ah!” whispered Kootch, on the edge of an orgasm. His tool throbbed an­xiously. Brad put the finishing touches on the teen’s straining cock. Kootch yelled in total pleasure as his young cream roared up the over-heated shaft. Mike and Brad watched it shoot into the stretched-out brief.

Brad slipped out of the headlock and got behind the kid. He reached be­tween his legs, put a hand inside the brief’s crotch, and captured the nuts. The move startled Kootch. He’d just finished shooting his last drop of cum and figured the horseplay had ended.

The teen’s balls were extremely hard, so Brad unleashed another one of his favorite holds. It paralyzed Kootch instantly. The unusual squeeze, done by driving a finger between the balls while pressing them together, drove Kootch pleasure-wild. The hold always worked: he’d soaked a lot of his buddys’ jocks with it. The move burrowed deep into a guy’s maleness. It created an intense pleasure that made the balls throb for hours afterward. Some tried to do the same thing on themselves, but it was never quite the same. Brad definitely had the touch. No wonder close friendship with him was sought after so much—although rarely achieved.

The kid squirmed and sweat under the stud’s penetrating testicle grip.

“He’s had enough,” warned Mike.

“No, he hasn’t. He’s no chicken. Right, Krotch?”

The teen couldn’t answer. The effect of Brad’s sustained hold was similar to that of a sleeper. The kid’s strength had drained away, but his nuts and cock remained rigid and even growing in excitement again. In no time Brad had him close to another orgasm. Kootch was beside himself, unable to stop the onrushing pleasure. He screamed as more hot juice exploded into his sopping brief. Mike correctly guessed that this time it had been a little more pain­ful.

Brad had given Mike several orgasms in a row with this hold once, so he had an idea what the kid was feeling.

“Give it up, Brad,” said Mike.

“Fuck off, man,” snapped Brad.

The hunk kept one arm wrapped tightly around Kootch’s waist while the other hand went back to work on the teen’s hot balls.

“Yeah, that’s it,” said Brad to Kootch. “You can do it. You’ve got the nuts for it, man!”

To Kootch it felt like his balls were swelling up, ready to burst open. It was a pleasure sensation so extreme that it translated into pain. Kootch wanted to get away, and also to stay. The hold had him frozen in both indecision and ecstasy. Brad had become his master.

“Turn it loose!” urged the stud. He felt the spasms start deep in the balls and shaft. “Yeah!”

Mike leaped on Brad and tried to pull his hands off Kootch. He couldn’t budge them.

“I’ve got him—it’s too late!” boasted Brad.

The kid’s body stiffened as the pleasure neared it’s peak. Mike struck the back of Brad’s neck with a karate chop. It stunned the hunk, allowing Mike to pull him to the floor. Kootch ended up on his back, and although his balls were freed at last, Brad’s hold had produced a long-term impact—he was poised on the brink of an orgasm. The lightest rubbing or movement of his twitching rod against the wet brief would bring about the agonizing eruption.

Brad recovered his senses and dove toward Kootch’s balls. Mike blocked him at the last instant, knocking him on his belly. He attempted to hold the hunk down by hammerlocking his right arm, but Brad was too strong for him. He rose to his knees and muscled out of the hold. He moved once more toward Kootch’s unguarded balls. Mike pulled him back. Thoroughly pissed, Brad rammed his shoulder into Mike’s gut. His dark-haired buddy staggered.

“So ya wanna rassle, huh!” jeered Brad.

He brought Mike down with a leg trip, face first. The hunk pulled off Mike’s brief and jumped onto his thighs. He grabbed his buddy’s left buttcake with both hands and squeezed into the butt flesh unmercifully. Mike yelled in pain. Brad released the grip, then picked up Mike and dropped him across his knee—back against thigh. He held down Mike’s upper body with a hand on the neck, and grabbed Mike’s thick, erect cock with the other hand.

“You’ve been waiting for this, right buddy? Enjoy it, ‘cause I’m gonna get you good, then have the kid for dessert!”

He seized Mike’s balls and put the same hold on them that had creamed Kootch—only with greater force. Kootch heard his cousin’s groans, but he was still fighting against a hold that was no longer on him, battling a wrestler that wasn’t touching him. Inside his brief, invisible fingers seemed to be all over his balls—fingers that knew his nuts all too well, and wouldn’t give up. Brad had been right: it WAS too late to stop what the stud had started.

The thin, tight cloth that encased the teen’s sensitive balls and cock had just the right amount of pressure to keep the juice churning. Kootch’s imagin­ation did the rest. The climax approached with brutal slowness. Kootch braced himself. Brad was going to get him after all. The teen’s juice boiled up through his long rod, drop by drop. It pricked every cell of the stiff sex tube as it rose toward the head. He lifted his butt off the floor and gave a gutsy shout. Brad looked over at him. He grinned as he saw the kid’s fresh cream surge into the already wet brief.

The hunk pushed down on Mike with both hands, severely bending the well-built, naked physique. He intensified his hold on the balls. It put Mike on the edge of a climax. His nuts were on fire. Brad watched the guy’s cock pulsate like mad. It suddenly reared up and exploded. Man-cream shot out in heavy streams, eventually covering Mike’s heaving chest. Brad stared at the squirting rod, yet kept working on the balls like a technician. He loved to milk a guy this way.

After creaming his buddy, Brad wasn’t content to call it quits. “One more time!” he laughed. The stud let go of Mike’s basket and immediately slapped his hand around it again. Mike uttered a hopeless cry as Brad resumed the devastating pleasure grip on the aching nuts. The guy’s spine, still stretched over Brad’s thigh, ached even more.

Mike’s brain began to fill with bizarre images, as if he’d been thrust into a dream. He found himself wrestling with an awesome male specimen, a darkly-tanned, black haired bodybuilder. Mike saw glimpses of strange objects around them and rightly guessed they were objects of torture. The bodybuilder got him down and used his iron-like thighs to apply a very sexy, murderous leg split. Keeping Mike in this position, he scrutinized his crotch.

“Good-lookin’ ballsack,” he said. “Better than most.” He reached down and picked up something. “But this’ll show us how much of a man you really are.” He strapped a leather device to Mike’s basket and tightened it securely. It made the balls super hard and alive with energy. The jock began pulling on two attached cords. Mike felt his balls slowly move—in opposite directions! He held his breath.

The jock grinned. “Splittin’ the legs and balls at the same time is a blast, ain’t it!”

Pain consumed Mike’s crotch and nuts. The jock pulled the cords until they were taut. Mike was afraid to look at his balls. He couldn’t do anything to stop the guy anyway.

“The stretcher is gonna make a man outa ya!”

Mike was terror-stricken. The jock brought the cords to the snapping point.

“Yeah! You’re hung like steel, man!” He lowered his mouth to Mike’s cock and started to suck it wildly. Riotous pleasure gripped the tool. With his rock-hard nuts still locked in the “stretcher,” Mike didn’t know if he was in heaven or hell.

“Suck it!” yelled a voice.

His big cock let loose. Burning ball juice fired down the jock’s hungry throat in giant spurts. At each blast of the juice, Mike drove his sex-gun deep into the jock’s mouth.

“Suck it!” repeated the voice.

Mike suddenly realized the voice as Kootch’s. What had sounded like “suck it” actually was “stop it!” Kootch yelled it repeatedly to Brad, who kept forcing Mike to climax over and over. Exhausted and in agony himself, Kootch crawled behind the hunk. Since Brad was balanced on one knee, with Mike draped across his other leg, the teen had easy access to the hunk’s crotch. He had only one chance, and his attack had to be on target. It was.

The kid’s right hand plowed into the huge nuts. They reminded him of golf balls. Brad screamed in pain. Kootch clamped on the “ball wrecker.” The teen had mastered the hold, but he wondered if he had the strength to outlast the hunk in a real fight. Having his arm wedged between Brad’s muscular thighs and tight cakes—and his hand around the stud’s balls—proved to be a thrill that electrified him far beyond his wildest dreams. It made him more determined than ever to beat the guy.

Brad suddenly let Mike fall to the floor. The teen decided to go for broke. He coiled his left arm around the hunk’s waist to hold him steady. Then he quickly snaked his right arm under the guy’s brief and reapplied the “wrecker” directly to the ballflesh.

The hunk’s whole body jerked from the impact. “You little shit!” yelled Brad.

Kootch put everything he had into the hold. Brad flipped over, throwing Kootch to the floor with the stud on top of him. The teen held on, and all Brad could do was try to squash him with his body weight. It didn’t work fast enough. The stud’s juice was primed from all the excitement with Mike. His beautiful body stiffened. His muscles contracted like he was bench-pressing beyond his limit.

Mike crawled next to Kootch. “Let’s doubleteam him, cuz!” Mike pulled Brad’s pouch aside, uncovering his buddy’s great equipment. His heart raced, as it always did, when he saw the twitching, red cock. The athlete had a cock as well-built as the rest of his body. He checked out the kid’s hold on Brad’s nuts. It was locked in just right.

Mike bent down and licked the hunk’s rod. Brad grunted as Mike teased the tip with his tongue. Mike held the cock motionless and slid his lips down its sides. He knew the place where his tongue would excite Brad the most, and he concentrated on it.

Kootch felt the guy’s nuts jerk. “You got him, Mike!” he announced. But Mike already knew it. Brad started to groan in deep, loud gasps. The kid held on as the hunk climaxed. Brad’s entire body shook in spasms of pleasure. Mike took all the stud-juice that Brad could shoot into him, load after load.

The teen crawled out from under the hunk to watch. Mike sucked his buddy until the tall athlete, lying spread-eagled on the floor, was completely worn out.

Brad turned his head toward Kootch. “You’re fantastic, kid!”

“Thanks,” Kootch responded, a little surprised at Brad’s good attitude.

“Wanna mess around again tonight?” asked the stud.

“That soon?” Kootch asked.

“Why not? Shit, sometimes Mike and I do this three times a day!”

The teen’s eyes opened wide. “Don’t know if I can manage that!”

“No problem, man. We’ll get ya in shape in no time!”

(end)