Scenes from the Lives of Studs

Jake rammed his head into Richie’s stomach. He coiled his arms around the teen, grabbed the smooth, round butt, and scooped him into the air. He powered the kid backwards onto the bed, giving the mattress and frame a real test. Richie tried to push away from him, but Jake captured his knees and crushed into them with iron fingers.

Jake looked down at the trapped young male yelling in pain. The kid’s build was exceptional—one of those bodies that gets your attention immediately and prevents you from thinking about other things for a long time afterward. Some especially striking features were the reddish-blond hair, the broad shoulders and narrow waist. Jake’s eyes fell on Richie’s best feature—the bulges in his well-packed jockstrap.

The older teen slowly pushed the knees apart to get a better look. The kid resisted. Jake’s strength won out, though, and Richie ended up in an extreme leg split.

“Shit! That’s enough!” yelled Richie.

Jake pinned the bent legs to the bed and stared at the jockstrap. “Ya know, there’s somethin’ I’ve been wanting to do ever since we met up.” He looked at Richie’s face and grinned. “Guess what it is!”

The kid was terrified, and his legs hurt like hell. He frantically sat up and drove a fist into Jake’s arm. It broke the hold. Richie quickly wrapped his legs around Jake’s neck and pulled him down on his back. The teen knew how to do a good scissors. Jake attempted to kick out, then twist out, but he didn’t succeed.

“We’re buddies, right?” asked Jake, pausing to rest.

“Sure. Haven’t known ya very long, but yeah, we’re buddies.”

“Will ya do me a favor?”

“Like what? Let ya out of this scissors?”

“Nope. I wanna feel your balls.”

“Oh Christ!” said Richie sarcastically. “You’re a fuckin’ queer! I won­dered why you wanted us to wrestle in jockstraps!” He gave Jake’s neck a hard squeeze.

“Ouch!” shouted his victim. “Come on, you mean you’ve never touched another guy’s basket or cock?”

“So what if I have?”

“Well, what’s the difference if someone’s gay or not? Does that scare ya?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Then how ‘bout it?”

“Forget it. Let’s just wrestle, O.K?”

“I bet no guy’s ever done it to ya, right? You’re just afraid.”

Richie was silent.

“I’m not gonna tear ‘em off, man! You gotta realize what ya do to me: your body makes me feel real good, real sexy. Look at my dick.”

Keeping his scissors on, Richie propped himself up higher to get a full view of his buddy’s jockstrap. He’d never seen such a long, mammoth bulge before. The wide cockhead had pushed outside the pouch about two inches.

“Holy shit!” said Richie. “I caused that?”

“Yeah. Come on, man. Be a sport.”

Richie didn’t know what to do. He delayed a long time before saying anything.

“Well, I guess it’s O.K. But if you tell anyone about this, you’re gonna wish you hadn’t.”

“No problem. Friends don’t rat on each other.”

Richie released Jake and stretched out on the bed. He spread his legs, then raised one, bending it at the knee. He rocked it back and forth nervously.

“Relax, man,” said Jake. He eased the bent leg to the side, giving him the best possible access to the kid’s crotch.

“Just get it over with,” said Richie. He watched Jake position himself between his legs. He stared again at the guy’s huge, half-exposed rod and looked more closely at the other parts of his body—the thick, light brown hair; the blue, fun-loving eyes; the well-developed arms and chest; the power­ful thighs. He made up his mind that, gay or not, Jake was O.K. He began to feel a little foolish, too, for making such a fuss about his buddy’s request. A lot of guys probably do it, he thought.

Jake loved the way the teen’s tight jockstrap highlighted and separated the balls. He moved his fingers toward the kid’s basket and closed them around it. Jake carefully explored the balls one at a time through the pouch. The thrill of handling the kid’s maleness sent jolts of pleasure throughout his own balls and cock.

“They’re hard, Rich—harder than MINE get.” He reached the tips of his fingers deep into the basket, behind the balls, to the teen’s semi-hard shaft. He massaged it gently. His palm and rest of the fingers nudged the balls in a slow, rhythmic motion.

“This ain’t so bad, right?” asked Jake.

Undeniable pleasure was building in him fast, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell that to Jake. “Had your fun?” he asked anxiously.

“You’ve got great nuts, dude!” Jake felt his buddy’s lower shaft expand and firm up. His fingertips massaged with increasing determination. Soon the shaft was rock-hard. It’s exactly what Jake wanted. Richie’s cock pushed way up into the pouch of his jockstrap. The kid realized he was heading for a cli­max. He sat up suddenly.

“O.K., that’s enough. Stop it.”

“But you’re so close, man! It’s gonna make you feel terrific!”

“Let go!”

“O.K., O.K.” responded Jake. Before he let go of the nuts, Jake couldn’t resist giving them a quick but forceful squeeze.

Richie gave a shout and leaped up. “I’m gonna get ya for that!” His hand shot for Jake’s basket.

Jake grabbed his own balls, narrowly saving himself from the sickening pain of a ball-jab. He started laughing, but Richie found another way to get even. He grabbed Jake’s cock with both hands and squeezed the big tool as hard as he could. Jake screamed and fell back on the bed. Richie enjoyed being in control of Jake and making him suffer, so he didn’t let go right away.

He wasn’t aware that Jake was at the peak of pleasure. Richie watched the cock as

he gave it a final crushing squeeze. At that moment Jake’s big power tool exploded. Richie gaped in disbelief, unable to release the pounding, squirting rod. Load after load of hot cum shot out. Jake moaned and strained in pleasure. Richie was in shock.

“Thanks, man,” said Jake at last. “You got me real good!”

“Don’t thank me—it was an accident. I’m no queer—YOU’RE the one who is.”

“Wanna bet?”

Jake pounced on the teen. Richie turned on his stomach to protect his cock and balls, but the move didn’t buy him much time. Jake held him down with a hammerlock, then drove his other hand into Richie’s crotch. He gripped the hard rod, pulled it back between the kid’s legs, and held it tightly.

“O.K, Rich, now we’re gonna find out what you REALLY Like!”

II

Trent’s buddies were very good-looking. That thought crossed his mind as he stepped into the shower with several of them. Like himself, they were into sports and muscles. All worked out a lot, had lots of bulges in the right places, and had plenty of female attention. For Trent the girls were an uncomfortable annoyance, but he was still a little too young and naive to completely figure out why.

As the six guys showered, somebody whipped a bar of soap at Steve. It hit his dick with a slap. He didn’t bother to find out who fired it. He jumped the nearest guy, Lonnie. Steve grabbed his dick from behind and pulled. The jock’s cries echoed loudly throughout the showers and locker room, but since everyone else was still in the gym and weight room, it didn’t matter. Jeff joined in to help out his buddy. Going between Steve’s legs, he rammed his hand into the hunk’s crotch.

Trent, Chris and Greg tried to pull the others apart, but all six ended up in a pile on the floor instead. It was a perfect moment for the jocks to manhandle their buddies’ “private” equipment without questions being asked. And that’s exactly what they did. There was no holding back. Twenty-four arms and legs immediately locked together in a tangled struggle to see who had the toughest “stuff.” Trent yelled as a hand squeezed his balls. He couldn’t turn to see which guy it belonged to. It wasn’t a careful squeeze, and it wasn’t a short one. But Trent had a couple of guys on top of him, so he was forced to lay there and take it. The hand moved up to his stiffening rod and clamped onto it.

“Hey,” said Lonnie, “I’m makin’ somebody real hard!”

“Juice him good! Let’s see it!” said Chris, laughing.

Trent was getting pissed. He’d never been this hard around a bunch of guys before, and being naked at the same time was too much. He tried to punch and jab his way out of the intertwined bodies, but had no luck. The grunts and shouts had attracted a seventh guy to the locker room. He was pretty sure what was going on. The jock stripped, then walked silently into the showers.

“Well, what have we got here?” asked a deep voice with a chuckle. “Looks like my kind of brawl!”

The guys looked up to see Rico, the school’s most awesome hunk. Rico was a tackle on the football team and pumped more iron than any guy around. Nobody messed with Rico: he was incredibly strong, and the stories about him being gay scared many away. But Rico’s mannerisms were unquestionably masculine and his physique was gorgeous by any standard—bulging muscles; black, curly hair, dangling to his shoulders in back; dark, piercing eyes.

As Rico moved closer to the maze of bodies, Greg, Chris, Steve and Jeff got up and headed out of the shower room.

“What’s the matter, chickens?” laughed Rico.

Lonnie still had Trent pinned. He didn’t like the idea of losing his advantage over Trent, but Rico glared at him and said, “Out.” Lonnie hesi­tated, then released his victim and got to his feet.

“And keep everybody outa here,” ordered Rico as Lonnie walked past him on his way to the locker room.

Trent was worried, and had good reason to be. Rico slowly moved toward him. Trent stood up and took a step backward. His back touched the shower wall—there was no place to go. Rico came in close. He fondled his long rod while drilling into Trent with unwavering, hungry eyes.

“How about a little fun?” asked Rico.

“Come on, man,” said Trent. “I don’t have a beef with you.”

“That’s cool. I don’t have one with you, either. I guess that means we can have lotsa fun, right? Just like you were havin’ with Lonnie!

Terror struck Trent. He made a desperate break for the locker room, but Rico stopped him quick with a karate kick to the gut. He doubled over and dropped to his knees. Rico pulled Trent’s right leg out, and flipped the guy on his back.

“This is what my favorite pro wrestler likes to do,” said Rico, stepping over the leg and twisting the foot into a nasty submission hold. Unlike a pro wrestler, how­ever, Rico didn’t press his left hand into his victim’s belly to keep him down. Instead, he crouched low, seized Trent’s cock and bear hugged it. Stabbing pain penetrated Trent’s right knee and thigh muscles. He yelled as Rico pulled on his tool—more from fear than from actual pain.

Rico scanned Trent’s physique. “Great body, man,” he said. He yanked the cock upright. “But this is the best part!” He freed Trent’s leg and squeezed the rod with both hands.

Trent yelled again. Yet, although he hated to admit it, the hunk’s hands did feel good around his rod. Rico knew this too: the thick shaft began to pound in his hands. Then he felt it jerk in anticipation a couple of times. It was time to get down to serious business.

While the shower sprayed a steady stream of water onto Trent’s gut, Rico launched a powerful jack-off attack on the guy’s cockhead. The intense pleasure of it disarmed Trent almost immediately. His body tightened. Unable to move or resist, he resembled a statue sculpted at the height of sexual passion. His cock jerked in anticipation.

Rico continued the attack. He knew the guy was about to cum.

“Do it! Do it!” yelled Rico.

A sudden wave of pleasure splashed over every cell of the Trent’s body. His cock started to pump furiously. “Shit!” gasped the kid. A second later his cum burst out with terrific power.

“Yeah! Shoot it! Go! Go!” shouted Rico.

Trent strained and flexed while his hot sex fired out full force. Each shot of cream—and every movement of Rico’s hands—drove the kid wild. Rico kept him on his back, squirming like mad, long after he had milked the stud dry.

“You can really squirt, man!” said Rico. He noticed that Trent’s tool was still hard and showed no sign of softening up. “Ready for more?”

“No! Take it easy!” He pulled himself away from Rico a few inches. But the hunk didn’t care if Trent was ready or not. He wasn’t through and had more than enough muscle to do whatever he wanted with the handsome stud. Rico crawled toward him, stalking his prey slowly, confidently.

“Come on, let’s wrestle dirty. Let’s see who has the strongest nuts!”

Trent jumped to his feet and made a second attempt to escape the shower room. Rico grabbed his arm, swung him around and slammed the kid into the tiled wall. He charged, ramming a big fist into Trent’s belly. The kid bent forward. Rico paused a few seconds, waiting for the right moment, then sank a claw hold into his stomach. He worked his fingers in deep. Trent gasped. It felt like the hunk was ripping his insides apart.

“How’d you like this one on your balls? Whadya say?”

“No! No!” groaned Trent, suffering intensely from the claw.

Rico released the hold and Trent turned around to protect his stomach from another attack. Rico hammerlocked the kid’s right arm, pushing his chest and head to the wall. Then he reached between his legs and into Trent’s crotch. He gripped the firm basket. The kid yelled lustily.

“Settle down. I ain’t done nothin’ yet!” said Rico, fingering the balls. He explored and rubbed the large nuts for several minutes. “Yeah, these suckers could handle some heavy action, man.”

“What makes ya so sure?” asked Trent, beginning to accept Rico’s hand around his balls.

“I’ve checked out quite a few.”

“They let ya do that?”

“They don’t have a choice! But most of ‘em really dig the attention, whether they say so or not. A guy feels good if another guy notices his balls and thinks they’re cool. Or cock. It’s like a compliment. If somebody doesn’t want me touchin’ his nuts, I usually fight him until he gives in.”

“Here in the showers?” asked Trent, still pressed against the wall.

“Sometimes. And at home in my weight room. I’m into weights,” he said, wiggling Trent’s basket playfully. “Stop over if ya wanna pump up your muscle!” He squeezed the balls hard.

“Ouch!” shouted Trent. He reached for Rico’s nuts to retaliate, but missed.

“Not yet, pal,” said Rico. “If you’re a good boy, you can get me later. It’s still MY turn to rassle dirty!”

He locked Trent in a full nelson, a tight one. The kid tried to break it, but Rico pulled him down to his knees, then onto his stomach with the hold.

“I wanna see how ya like some of my favorite moves—the fun ones dirty rasslers use on naked jocks!” explained Rico.

The stud settled down on Trent’s lower back. He drove a thumb into each of the guy’s arm- pits and twisted them back and forth. Trent shouted in pain. Leav­ing his thumbs in place, Rico gripped the kid’s pecs with his remaining fingers—a kind of double pec claw. Trent liked the feel of this much better, and it took his mind away from the armpit discomfort.

Rico finally disengaged, spun around, and pulled Trent’s left leg back into a half-crab. “The thumb-press works good back here, too!” he said. The stud pushed a thumb into his victim’s leg, directly behind the knee. Trent yelled out again.

“Here’s something I learned from a cool guy I picked up once on my motor­cycle,” announced Rico. He put his hand in Trent’s crotch. “There’s a spot just under the balls….. yeah, right here!” The stud grasped the tender crotch skin and pinched. Trent screamed. His hard basket bulged out, touching Rico’s hand.

“Can you believe a guy doin’ this to me while I’m drivin’ him around on my cycle?” He let go of the kid’s crotch briefly, then grasped it again in a longer pinch. “Shit, he got me good, right through my Levi’s! I got even with him later, though—made his 501s pretty wet!”

The stud kept up the crotch work, making Trent yell out one submission after another. At last he said, “Had enough? Maybe you’ll like this one better. It’s the ‘sling shot.’”

Rico’s fingers suddenly captured the kid’s basket. The stud started pull­ing it away from the crotch. “This is what dirty rasslin’s all about!” He stretched the basket slowly, and much farther than Trent could ever imagine. Since he couldn’t see what the stud was doing, Trent reacted only to the physi­cal sensation, and that was overwhelmingly pleasurable.

Despite the extreme pressure that Rico was applying to the kid’s basket, Trent’s ecstasy grew every second. The stud was fired up as well: putting the sling shot on a well-hung guy like Trent for a prolonged time made his own sex pole stand straight up and ooze thick cream. Rico changed positions to increase the pressure more. He got between Trent’s legs and pulled the sling harder. It turned the kid on so much that he had to do something. He slowly rose to his hands and knees, then sat fully up on his knees while Rico con­tinued the massive nut pull from behind.

Rico’s powerful biceps bulged as he forced the basket still lower. Inde­scribable pleasure seized Trent. He rocked his head back and closed his eyes. Rico squeezed into the kid’s super-hard nuts. Trent grunted loudly.

Just then Lonnie walked back into the shower entrance to warn Rico that shortly all the guys would be heading for the showers. His mouth dropped open when he saw Rico’s unbelievable hold on Trent’s balls, and Trent at the peak of sexual excitement.

His cock stiffened instantly under his tight Levi’s. Earlier, when he was grabbing cocks and baskets with his buddies, he was sur­prised at how much he’d liked it. Now, as he watched Rico pull and squeeze Trent toward submission heaven, he knew he wanted more. It wasn’t a momentary desire. He felt an all-consuming, inner drive that had to be satisfied. He stared as Rico’s giant ball squeeze drove Trent to the brink of an orgasm.

Lonnie saw Trent suddenly reach behind him and grab the stud’s huge cock. Trent squeezed with all his strength. Rico uttered a coarse, horny yell that sent a chill down Lonnie’s back. Trent added an upward yank to his squeeze. A louder, hornier yell burst from the stud’s lips—the kind of yell that could only signal an awesome climax. Suddenly Rico’s cock exploded. Lonnie’s legs felt weak as he saw the stud shoot long power-streams of cum onto Trent’s ass.

While his cock squirted frantically, Rico gave a final, murderous pull on Trent’s nuts. The kid fell forward onto his hands and knees, finally giving in to the pleasure of Rico’s conquering grip. He screamed as his hysterical cock jerked, then erupted violently. Hot juice blasted down down onto the shower floor like a machine gun.

Lonnie couldn’t speak or move, Watching Trent’s cream shoot out in end­less loads mesmerized him. His cock pulsed madly. It began to squirt eager drops of pre-cum into the pouch of his jockstrap…..

Then, without warning came the sound of distant voices: a group of guys were entering the locker room from the gym. Lonnie’s dream abruptly ended. He left the shower entrance in a daze, although he did manage to escape without being seen by either Rico or Trent.

As he walked into the locker room he vowed to himself that before the week was out, he would get Rico and cream him. Maybe he’d pick a fight in the locker room when they were alone; maybe he’d go swimming with Rico and wear his thin, white, pouch brief—the one that made his balls stick way out. Somehow he would make it happen. Lonnie made a second promise to himself: to wrestle Trent and put his own brand of ball squeeze on him. After all, they were buddies, and now he knew what turned Trent on.

He straddled a bench and sat down to wait for Trent and Rico. He gazed at his outspread legs and positioned them to give the best view and shape of each big ball under his tight Levi’s. Soon Rico stepped into the locker room, alone. He got a good look at Lonnie’s well-packed crotch while he dried himself off. “How ya doin’, man?” asked Rico with a half smile. He rubbed his wet cock slowly with the towel. “Been up to anything nasty lately?”

III

Chad walked to a grassy bluff overlooking the vast expanse of blue water and sat down to watch the sunset. Below him and to the right two figures were down on the beach, the only people around. The light was already beginning to fade, but he could see that the figures were guys, and the deep pitch of their occasionally loud, laughing voices confirmed the sex. One was lying flat on his back, the other was sitting on his butt with

legs propped up and arms en­circling them just below the knees. Both wore tee shirts and tight, faded jeans. It wasn’t long before the guy sitting up—a muscular blond with thick, frizzy-looking hair—pulled off his shirt. That seemed like a good idea to Chad on this warm evening. He thought how great it would be to strip and take a night swim. He decided to wait until the guys had left.

Chad gazed hypnotically at the ruddy, sinking sun. His mind wandered. Sud­denly a noise jolted him back to reality. He looked down to see the guys poking and jostling each other. The black-haired guy picked up the other’s shirt and swatted him with it. The blond jerked it out of his hands and snapped him in the crotch. The black-haired stud jumped up and chased the blond along the beach, in Chad’s direction. He was taller than the blond and had a slightly more developed physique. He was also a good runner, overtaking the guy easily and bringing him down at a point right below Chad. The observer now had a better view of the guys—a front row seat to this private brawl.

They looked like high school toughs. They reminded Chad of the wild friends he had when he was their age, and the things those guys did—things he missed because he didn’t want to risk being known as a queer. Now in college, he still hadn’t taken the plunge, and it was driving him crazy. Every day. As Chad watched the guys grapple, he wanted to leap from the bluff, jump on top of them and……

He unconsciously rubbed his Levi-clad crotch. His exceptionally long rod had been at maximum hardness for several minutes. Unrestrained by a brief, it pushed into the worn 501s, forming a bulge so massive that any guy would kill to possess it. The black—haired jock clamped a head scissors on the blond that brought a shout of pain. Then, while his powerful legs tortured their prisoner, the guy grabbed his buddy’s basket and squeezed. Chad stopped breathing. The blond screamed and thrashed around, but remained helpless as his captured balls got the business.

Keeping total control of the guy with the scissors, Blackie opened the stud’s jeans. He tugged on the waistband of the white brief, sliding it down across the rod and under the very full basket. He played with the rod for a minute, then without warning began jerking on it wildly. Obviously overcome with pleasure, the blond yelled out his reaction with a loud and sexy voice.

From the sound of it, Chad was sure the guy had climaxed. His tool throb­bed against his crotch-tight Levi’s. Though the dim light prevented Chad from seeing any cum, he guessed, by the tone of the voices, that the guy was un­loading lots of it. A powerful longing churned within Chad: he wanted to be down there with them. He saw Blackie release the scissors and pull off the guy’s jeans and brief. The blond tried to retrieve his clothes, but Blackie kept him running in circles and taunting him until the dude finally collapsed from laughter and exhaustion.

He stayed on his back, stark naked, for a long time. The black-haired guy sat down beside him, staring at the still-hard cock and basket. He talked continuously to the blond, but Chad couldn’t hear many specific words. Sudden­ly his hand went for the kid’s nuts and gave them a good squeeze. The blond jumped up and flew at Blackie. He clamped on a full nelson. Black-hair power­ed out of it fairly easily and threw the guy down with considerable force. But the blond bounced back sooner than expected: he came from behind, thrust his hands into Blackie’s armpits and dug into the sensitive flesh. The move para­lyzed the guy instantly.

Chad watched the blond torture the guy until he cried out several sub­missions. Staying behind the jock, he stripped off his tee shirt, grabbed him around the waist, and locked both hands together in the guy’s crotch. Black-hair struggled to his feet but couldn’t shake off the kid. Chad felt his heart beating frantically as he witnessed the juicy crotch claw.

The kid’s next target was the guy’s sexy Levi’s. He unbuttoned the fly and wrestled the tight jeans down, inch by inch. The guy wasn’t wearing anything under the Levi’s. His cock was big enough for two hands to fit around. The kid pushed the naked stud to the ground and trapped him in a hold that made Chad’s eyes bug out. He got Blackie in a side leg-split and cock-wrench com­bination. The blond sat on the leg that was against the ground and folded his own legs under it. He lifted the other leg with his left hand—as high as he could. While the victim yelled for mercy, the kid’s right hand took the cock and gradually bent it backward, forcing the muscle in the direction of the guy’s knees.

As Chad gaped at the incredible hold, night seemed to close in swiftly. He could not longer see the two hunky guys, but he could still hear the groans caused by the blond’s torture grip. Chad lost track of time. The black-haired guy’s yells and grunts began to change. Chad wondered if the blond was using a different, even sexier hold. He sat on his knees in the darkness, imagining what the guys were doing.

The snug Levi’s gripped his nervous sex pole. Chad felt himself getting nearer and nearer to an orgasm. He stripped. The warm summer air drifted gently across his body, caressing his chest, legs, butt, balls. Suddenly Chad noticed an absence of voices. Everything became unusually quiet. He strained his eyes to see at least an outline of the guys’ bodies. No luck. Where could they have disappeared to so quickly?

He got up and walked to the edge of the bluff. He paused, naked in the black air. A smile slowly broke across his face. His hard cock stood tall, and for the first time, so did Chad. He went down the hill to the beach.

IV

The Boy Scout meeting was at Bill’s house. The field behind his parent’s backyard had enough space for a football game or any other activity planned for the boys. Bill was a senior and would make Eagle Scout in a week or so. The guys in Troop Five idolized him.

He had everything they hoped to have someday—a great physique, great ath­letic skills, great popularity. At school Bill was the coach’s assistant. He did a good job of helping keep the boys under control. His sense of humor was unforgetable. One day, for example, he broke up everybody with the question, “Hey coach, how much does an elephant’s ball weight?”

The guys probably admired Bill mostly due to his muscles. He could do just about anything, and he looked fabulous with his thick, long hair, square jaw and light blue eyes.

One of the scouts, Ryan, took an especially strong interest in Bill. He spent a lot of time looking at the athlete, and trying to be close to him whenever possible. Bill didn’t discourage the kid—he loved being looked up to. He also thought Ryan was an unusually handsome kid. No one suspected that Bill was gay. His few sexual encounters occurred when he was Ryan’s age-—only a couple of years ago, but for Bill it seemed like a lifetime. His favor­ite fantasy centered around wrestling. He imagined showing a younger guy how to “sex wrestle,” as he called it—a guy who would become a super hunk. The idea of sexually dominating a future hunk turned him on in a big way.

Ryan’s slim, well-proportioned body stood out in a crowd. He had the kind of legs and firm, rounded butt that were born to be displayed in snug Levi’s. Ryan seemed to know that, since he wore crotch-tight 501’s exclusively. But beyond that, Ryan didn’t think he was anyone special. His great shyness prevented him from doing many things he inwardly wanted to do. Bill intended to change that.

At one scout meeting, for example, Bill snatched a short length of rope from Ryan, who was using it to tie practice knots, and dared him to retrieve it. Bill teasingly dangled the rope in front of his own fly, but turned so his back faced the kid. Every time Ryan reached or jumped around Bill to grab the rope, Bill foiled the attempt by twisting or shifting his position to keep the guy behind him. Since Bill had a wide stance, Ryan finally made a grab for the rope by reaching between the hunk’s legs. It didn’t work. Although Ryan missed the goal, Bill congratulated him on the effort, thinking to himself how great it was to have the kid’s hand in his crotch—if only for a second or two.

After the meeting, the boys wanted to practice for the “battle royal” they were going to have with another troop next week. Bill took them back in the field and let them go at each other, occasionally demonstrating how to force a pin or submission. The oldest kid, Ed, was jealous of Bill and wanted to prove he could out-wrestle him. He jumped the stud from behind. Bill easily flipped over and stopped him with a double hammerlock. To let him know who was boss, Bill got up and put a wide leg-split on the guy. Ryan was sitting nearby and had the closest view of the hold. Bill winked at him, keeping the torture on until Ed yelled out three very convincing submissions.

Following the practice battle, most of the boys left. A few stayed, lying around and telling jokes for a while. Eventually Bill and Ryan were alone. As the two conversed, Bill’s eyes frequently darted to Ryan’s crotch and the tantalizing bulge next to his fly. They talked about the battle royal and holds that could win it.

“I liked how ya made Ed give up,” said Ryan.

“Thanks,” responded Bill. He sat up on his knees. “That’s one of my favorite holds.”

Ryan’s heart flip-flopped at what he saw next.

“It gives the ol’ groin a good workout,” said Bill, putting a hand on his crotch and slowly rubbing his balls through the skin tight Levi’s. Ryan smiled nervously as he gazed at the hand, unable to turn his attention away from it.

“Maybe you oughta put some guys out with that one next week,” suggested Bill.

“I don’t think I’ll be in the battle,” said Ryan.

“Why not?”

“The other guys can wrestle a lot better than me. I ain’t too good.”

“No problem. I’ll show ya some moves that’ll murder ‘em, man! Wanna try ‘the

ripper’? Here, do it on me.”

Bill got down on his back. The kid hesitated, then began spreading the ex­tremely sexy, Levi-clad legs. Ryan’s heart beat furiously as he got his best look yet of the stud’s crotch. At the same time, Bill was feasting his eyes on Ryan, down on one knee, doing the crotch-ripper. The kid’s anxious cock, fully extended and extra hard, made an impossible-to-miss outline in his body hugging 501’s. Bill was amazed at the length of it.

Ryan put Bill in a very wide split, figuring the hunk would submit at any second. But Bill’s legs were far stronger than even Ryan realized. Bill started to force them together. Ryan summoned all his strength against the closing muscle-vise Although the kid made a valiant try, he couldn’t stop the vise from reaching his waist. Bill grinned as he locked the legs around Ryan and pulled him to the ground. He pinned the kid’s shoulder and arm with one hand and tickled his side with the other.

“How do ya like THIS hold? It’s another one of my favorites!”

It wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in, yet Ryan enjoyed being trapped between those fantastic legs—legs that, up until now, he had admired only from a distance. He slapped them; he worked his fingers into the sexy biceps; he slid his hand along their soft, snug, Levi covering. Bill smiled at his prisoner. “I’ve got you, jock!”

“I ain’t no jock,” said Ryan, surprised.

“You sure as hell are.” He turned his head toward Ryan’s crotch. “And you’re a big one, too!”

They both laughed.

“That’s quite a rod, man. Even bigger than mine,” said Bill, pointing to his own bulge. He let go of Ryan’s arm and stretched back so the kid could get a look. “What do ya think?”

The invitation to study Bill’s cock size came as a shock to Ryan, but one he had unconsciously craved. He took his time. The hunk’s pump-up rod formed a tempting shape in his 501’s. The length was about the same as the kid’s, but its thickness an wide head made Ryan stare. At last he said, “Yours wins.”

“I bet you’re wrong. Measure it—nuts to tip.”

Ryan’s heart stopped.

“Go ahead,” urged Bill.

The kid cautiously pushed his thumb under the hunk’s basket and put his middle finger on the top of the rod.

“Let’s see it,” said Bill.

Ryan held up his hand.

“O.K. Now don’t move your fingers. Here’s yours.”

As Bill reached over his thigh to check the kid out, he thought to himself how clever he was. He laid his whole hand across Ryan’s maleness while he fingered both ends. Even this slight pressure made the hard balls and cock jump several times. It told Bill what he wanted to know: the kid was ripe for some man-to-man fun.

When they compared sizes, Bill came out slightly ahead, probably because he was extremely well hung.

“Told ya,” said Ryan.

“Maybe I can make it a little longer,” Bill responded. He began tickling the rod before the kid knew what was happening. Ryan struggled to break out of the scissors, but soon gave up; his giggles overcame him.

Bill ran his fingers slowly up and down the guy’s pulsating muscle. Then he gave it a squeeze. The kid groaned—from pleasure rather than pain. Bill squeezed again, harder. Ryan grabbed the hunk’s waiting cock and retaliated. For several minutes the guys tried to out-squeeze each other, being careful to yell quietly and not attract attention. Making the big hunk writhe in pain was an experience so incredible that Ryan could hardly contain himself.

Finally they had to rest. “You’re a lot of fun to mess around with, man,” said Bill. Ryan smiled, still staring at the hunk’s bulge.

“Wanna wrestle it?” asked Bill.

“It’s O.K.,” he added. He unbuttoned his packed fly. Keeping his scissors on, he pulled the jockstrap down and let it all hang out for the kid. Ryan gasped, then wrapped his hand around the hunk’s hard meat.

Bill opened the kid’s jeans and grabbed his hot, virile sex pole. “Get ready for Lesson One, buddy!”

(end)