The Flick

“Go for it,” my friend had said. “Maybe you’ll get the part. You’re a wrestler, you’ve got a great body, and you’re gay. You might make some good bucks from it. It could also be a hell of a lot of fun.”

Probably true, I thought. Still, having everything captured on tape and seen by thousands made me really nervous. As I walked toward the warehouse-like building for my interview, fear consumed me. The place was old and dingy and did nothing to help raise my spirits. But once inside, I found myself in an attractive studio.

I identified myself to a well-built jock behind a counter and sat down to wait. The cavernous room had a high ceiling that was lost in a dark web of steel girders. Several doors presumably led to various filming areas. After several minutes one of them opened. A very tall guy emerged, waved to someone inside and turned to leave. What a stud! His super-tight, heavily bleached Levi’s perfectly showed off sensational leg muscles—and a long, upright bulge next to the fly. The cock was so prominent that I wanted to grab it when he walked by. I wondered if he’d been here for an interview. If that was my com­petition, I was in trouble.

A second guy stepped out of the same room and headed in my direction. He was another extremely handsome, dark-haired jock. He had long, curly hair and wore a pair of 501’s that were worn in all the right places, very much like the ones I was wearing. He stopped in front of me and smiled.

“Are you Eric? I’m John, the one you talked to on the phone.”

We shook hands and he invited me to the interview room. As I approached it I kept thinking: yeah, I want to get my hands on this guy, video or no video. The room was a large studio, complete with wrestling mat. Several floodlights and two video cameras on tripods stood at the sides. John closed the door.

A guy with blond hair—very young-looking and not as tall as me—was making some adjustments on one of the cameras. His blue eyes gave me a good once-over. I did likewise to him, focusing especially on his sexy, crotch-hugging white Levi’s.

“Tim, this is Eric,” John said. Tim nodded as John and I sat down on two nearby bar stools. I was luckily located so that I could see Tim across the mat while also talking with John. Although not looking directly at Tim, I could tell that the guy was watching me carefully. I felt as though I was already being filmed. John said some things about Tim—about how much he liked wrestling and being around wrestlers, and about his camera skills—but I was too distracted at the moment to listen to every word.

“I’d like to take a few test shots if you’re ready,” said John.

“Fine,” I answered.

“Let’s see what you look like on the mat. Standing is O.K. for now.”

I went to the center of the mat as directed. Tim slowly moved the camera up and down, examining my body like an x-ray. It made me feel kind of horny.

John walked over beside Tim and looked into the viewfinder. “Looks good,” he said. “How about a crotch shot.”

Tim aimed the lens at my fly and zoomed in on it. Rather than become nervous, I had an entirely different reaction to this. Although the guys couldn’t see it yet, my cock was hardening. “Put your hands on your waist and give us a leg spread,” said John. “Yes, not bad at all.” He paused. “Feelin’ turned on today?” he asked me.

“Always,” I responded, smiling.

They both chuckled, and Tim gave me a thumbs-up sign.

“Take a hand and grip your balls,” ordered John.

Doing that caused my rod to push up and out, forming a now obvious bulge in my Levi’s.

“Yeah,” said John. “A long one. Rub it.”

I started in on my cock, feeling less camera-shy and more horny by the minute. They taped my jean jack-off for a while, then had me pose for a series of close-ups: down on one knee; on both knees; lying on my back with one leg bent at the knee; pushing up to a high bridge; giving the finger to the camera. But the one I liked best was when John held me in a side headlock. It was a tight one, too. His rod was stiff and my face was down there right next to it.

“Squeeze his dick,” Tim said to me.

My heart pounded as I gripped John’s hard cock through the thin denim. It was a serious squeeze, but I made him love it. He congratulated me with a slap on the back. I was already looking forward to getting this guy down on the mat.

“What do you think?” John asked Tim.

“I like him. Great presence,” said Tim, walking over to us.

John scanned my body and hard cock. “We have to check you out a little closer down here,” he said, pointing to my rod, “if it’s O.K. with you.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” I replied, feeling my cock jump into high gear.

Tim pulled off my tee shirt and moved to my right side. John went behind, put a hand on my ass and began to rub and squeeze. Tim explored my chest with his right hand, concentrating on the pecs and nipples. A drop of cum oozed out of my throbbing tool.

“Terrific buns, man,” announced John. “How’s the front?” he asked Tim.

“Great. Firm pecs and tits.”

Tim grinned as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off me. He studied the rock-hard pouch of my jockstrap for a few seconds, then closed his hand around it. My cock stiffened further at the touch.

I felt John’s fingers explore my naked butt as they slid across it. Then I felt one of his fingers move into my asscrack and begin to tickle and massage my butthole. The finger took its time doing that, but gradually pushed inside my hole. I gasped as it slowly sank deeper into me. My mouth opened in both shock and pleasure. I couldn’t move and I didn’t want to.

As John explored my butt, Tim put a hand around the bottom of my solid jockstrap. He held my nuts for a long time, as if trying to sense something deep inside them. Then he slowly slipped his hand inside the pouch and around my nuts. I expected him to lock on a submission squeeze, but he didn’t. Instead, Tim held my sack and started to pleasure my balls with slight but erotic movements of his fingers. I widened my stance for him. A slow stream of pre-cum started to leak out of my cock.

Tim proceeded to move his hand upward and onto my rod. His fingers slowly got acquainted with the stiff muscle. He smiled as he felt its width and length—and the warm pre-cum that covered it. I could feel myself becoming turned-on more and more. Tim grunted in satisfaction as he smoothed his hand slowly up and down my cock. Little spurts of pre-cum moistened the pouch of my jockstrap. Tim immediately felt it and gave my hard cockhead some squeezes of encouragement. Then he pulled my rod of the jock and let it hang free.

“Have a look,” said Tim, backing away from me. John pulled his finger out of my ass and came around face me. He sat down on the mat and looked at my twitching, upright cock.

“Hot!” said John. Tim agreed, giving his own stiff rod some hefty pulls through his tight jeans.

The blond stud moved in close again, staying on my right. He put his left arm around the back of my waist and took hold of my tool with his right hand once more.

“Has your cock had much wrestlin’ experience?” Tim asked me wryly.

“Some,” I answered.

“We’ll have to put some holds on it and see how it goes,” Tim responded.

John watched the stud give my cock several long pulls, followed by a big bear hug. He began to pull my cock higher and higher as he squeezed it, a move that made both nuts bulge way out. I felt the man-juice boil inside me. I looked down at Tim’s grip and gasped: he was gonna make me shoot. Fuck! What kind of push-over would he think I am? Stopping the orgasm was impossible. The guy really had me. His awesome pull forced me onto my toes. He grinned as every pleasure cell in my cock went crazy. I threw my head back. Sizzling cream ripped up through the shaft. Tim must have felt it, too. He tore into my cock like a ferocious animal. I yelled as the juice fired from my sex-gun in heavy blasts, straight up.

Tim watched each big squirt as he squeezed. That made me even hornier. My tool had become his, whether I liked it or not. I never shot so much cum in my life. Even after Tim had drained me, he continued his grip. My helpless cock kept trying to pump out more, but he had drained me dry! The guy didn’t want to stop. If John hadn’t made him release me, who knows what would have happened? Tim was a super-hot stud, that’s for sure. But I didn’t trust him. I was glad I’d be wrestlin’ John for the video.

I felt as if I had just been through an entire match. I stretched out on the mat to relax. The guys sat down beside me.

“What do you think?” John asked Tim. “Is Eric out boy?”

“Eric’s our boy,” Tim confirmed.

I couldn’t believe it. “I am?”

“Yeah,” said John. “We need a guy who has the looks, the equipment, and gets very turned on by wrestling. You fit the requirements perfectly.” He paused, winked at me and added, “The star also likes you a lot—that helps!”

He went on to explain about the money and contract, and then about the movie itself. “We’re gonna shoot a kind of wrestler’s diary. It centers around a grappler who’s looking for the perfect match, the biggest turn-on. He does find someone who gives him that, but he also falls in love with the guy—a development he doesn’t expect. We want you you be that guy.”

“But you haven’t seen me wrestle.”

“We know all about your background, your college record. You’re exactly what we want. Do we have a deal?”

“Deal,” I said in shock.

“I’d like you to wear what you’re wearing today—same Levi’s and jockstrap. You look super in those.”

He handed me a copy of the script and left the room. Tim laid a hand on my gut and smiled. He tickled the tip of my stiff cockhead. “Can’t wait to get this on tape,” he said. He squeezed the head. “Now get dressed, hotshot, and we’ll see you next week.”

Tim got up and headed for the door. When he reached it he turned and said, “Great meeting you, Eric.” But as he spoke, his eyes drilled right through me, right through my cock. The penetrating glance was threatening. The memory of it stayed with me for days.

When I returned to the building for the initial taping, my Levi’s were already bulging at the fly. Just thinking about getting it on with John made me hard as concrete. He greeted me wearing even tighter 501’s than last time. They really hugged his great buns—it was a challenge to keep my hands off them.

The studio we used contained a sofa, TV, and a large piece of thick car­pet. A wrestling mat had been pushed to one side. Two guys were manning cameras; Tim was talking to one of them as John and I walked in. Tim halted his conversation, turned his head toward me and smiled. I acknowledged him with a nod, but my attention was centered on his jeans: they were the sexiest, skin-tight Levi’s I had seen in a long time. The jock’s legs and curving butt were more fantastic than I had remembered. And his dick-bulge was right up there, just like mine. Tim’s friendly smile drove away the threatening image he had left me with. I began to feel a little better.

“O.K.,” said John. “Let’s start with the sofa scene. Come on, boys, get comfy.”

I went to the sofa and sat down. Then something happened that confused me. Tim came to the sofa and plopped down beside me. Was Tim in the movie with me? John must have seen an anxious expression on my face. “Eric, got a question?” he asked.

“I—I’m doin’ this with Tim?”

“Yeah, sure. You guys are the actors, I’m the director, these dudes are the technical crew! Is it all coming back to you now?”

Everybody laughed, including me. But my mind flashed back to the inter­view. John must have told me about Tim’s part and it didn’t even register in my brain. What a fool I was! I started to break out in a cold sweat. Tim smiled, put his arm loosely around my neck and moved closer.

“That’s better,” said John. “Let’s get into this, guys!”

Tim sensed my uneasiness. “Hey, loosen up, man. You’re gonna be great.” He playfully roughed up my hair with a hand. The touch of his hand settled me down somewhat. Maybe he wasn’t such a threat after all.

John continued. “The script is deliberately vague at the times you guys are together, es­pecially in this scene and in the wrestling scene. We want this to be as spontaneous as possible. We’re gonna film as much as possible, so don’t worry if something doesn’t go the way you think it should go. Just be natural. We can do edits later. All set?”

Tim pinched my upper right arm. “Here we go, hotshot,” he whispered, spreading his legs widely and putting his magnificent, bulging crotch on full display for the camera.

“I need you guys to look at the television,” said John. “You’re watching a sexy video, right? Good. Action.”

I stared at the dimly lit screen as Tim massaged the back of my neck with his warm hand. I put my left hand on his right thigh and moved it slowly across the tight denim and his incredible leg muscles.

“Shit, that feels good,” he whispered, barely moving his lips. He teased my left ear with his tongue. It sent shivers of pleasure darting through me. My cock pushed up into my Levi’s. I turned my face toward his. Tim’s eyes locked onto mine and wouldn’t let go. They drilled me again, like before. I felt them pull me toward him. Our heads drew closer. I could feel the hot breath of his nostrils splash against my face in quicken-ing waves. Our mouths opened.

The kiss was long and intense—a real wrestler’s kiss. During it Tim changed his position on the sofa. He sat facing me on folded legs, sandwiching my body between his strong thighs. As the kiss continued, Tim pressed my head back into the soft sofa. It felt like being pinned down with a claw hold, only this was a mouth claw, a love claw.

When the kiss finally ended, my heart was really pounding. Tim’s lusty eyes made me feel terrifically sexy. He moved back to my side again, never shifting his gaze away from me. He slid his left hand under my left knee and started to pull the leg up and toward him. At the same time, his other hand, now around the base of my neck, urged me to the right. As he pushed me over to an eventual position on my right side, the guy lifted my thigh higher. By the time my side reached the cushions, Tim had me in a well-executed leg spread. He studied my raised thigh, admiring it with some sexy grunts.

He turned his riveting blue eyes to my big crotch. “Some balls you have, man,” he whispered. He widened the split, making it painful. But I loved having my legs apart for him. I loved having him stare at my Levi-covered nuts.

After a while, he reclined behind me, keeping himself propped up with his right arm. He lowered the thigh enough to let my left foot touch the cushion and maintain a good spread without him. Then he moved his hand slowly up and down the underside of my thigh, turning me on in spectacular fashion. He didn’t just slide his hand: he examined every muscle as he went.

“Looks great, Tim,” interjected John.

The hand began to work its magic near my crotch. As the stud stroked and squeezed the inner thigh in hypnotic, slow motion, my body stiffened in pleasure. Only an inch or two from my waiting balls, the hand seemed to be teasing them by avoiding contact. My nuts and cock tried to reach out, begging to be held.

At last Tim stopped fondling and rested his hand on my upper thigh, very close to my eager ball sack. Then, leaning over me slightly to watch my crotch-bulge, Tim fanned out his fingers and spread them completely around my waiting basket. The long-awaited feel of it made me twitch. The stud held my maleness for several minutes—not tightly, but in a way that let me know he had taken charge of my nuts.

Tim started to rub each one, causing me to gasp again. I spread my raised thigh further apart to give him more room. The fact that he kept his arm wrapped around my leg as he worked the nuts made me horny as hell. A guy’s arm between my legs always cranks me up quick. It almost seemed as though Tim knew this about me.

“Nice,” commented John. “Are they hard, Tim?”

“Yeah, very,” answered the jock, keeping his eyes on my basket. “Big suckers, too,” he added. He rubbed them more firmly.

I couldn’t get enough of this. The guy had me 8.9 on the Richter Scale of pleasure, and the number was still rising. He lowered his mouth to my neck and licked it. Every-thing he did broke down my defenses a bit more. I wondered if he was just softening me up for the kill. It didn’t matter: I was overwhelmed by Tim’s affection.

He let go of my basket but immediately paralyzed me with an impassioned kiss on the neck. I grunted as the hunky vampire pressed his teeth into me. At almost the same time, his hand slammed onto my basket and dug in. This was no longer friendly crotch-play. Or was it? Ordinarily I might have yelled in pain, but Tim’s teeth and lips con-tinued their feverish neck-loving. This kept me frozen in pleasure and also allowed him to have his way with my nuts.

The stud sure was into aggressive ball work. When he finally did let go of my nuts, that was only the beginning, not the end of his testicle attacks. After a pause, he slam-gripped them again. He did this so many times that I began to expect those grips and even tolerate them. After the kiss ended, Tim kept half-smiling at me while he practiced his nut-grabbing maneuver. I began to like it—as when a good buddy slaps your ass in friendship. It might hurt a little, but you know it’s because he really likes you. It’s definitely worth any discomfort. Only this was better. The move seemed to say to me, “You really have awesome balls, man!” .

“Yeah,” whispered Tim, slamming his open hand into my crotch with slightly more force every time he did it. Like always, he tightly closed his fingers around the tightly-stretched denim bulge. But this time he didn’t let go. He watched the reaction on my face. It was a tough hold. The fingers pushed further into their prize. The stud wanted a submission.

When no submission came, he tried a different strategy. Tim began to work on each ball separately. He’d take one and push it up from underneath, making a massive bulge in my Levi’s. Or he’d push both balls forward as if trying to make them touch the cockhead. But when he started to grind them against each other, I had a hard time handling it. One of the video guys moved in closer and aimed the camcorder between my still widely-spread legs.

I winced as the stud demonstrated all the ways to ball-wrestle a guy in tight jeans. I couldn’t take the workout much longer, despite the undeniable sexiness of it. Tim showed no sign of letting go of my balls. He was ob­sessed with them. Every so often he’d mutter things like, “Sometime I’m gonna wrestle these all day…. Real horse nuts, stud…..They get harder when I squeeze ‘em.…I’m gonna make these suckers hold so much cum I’ll need a bucket to catch it all…..”

Whenever he put my nuts in a hold he especially liked, he’d concentrate on it, daring me to submit. How could anything test a guy’s endurance more than this—and also be as sexy and fun? Finally he hit on a squeeze that really got me. I groaned from a mixture of pleasure and pain as Tim applied it.

I tried to escape but didn’t get very far. I ended up bent backwards over the sofa-edge, with my head and shoulders pressed against the floor. My legs were on the sofa, trapped under Tim in the widest leg split he could possibly produce. The jock now had me in an even better spot for ballwork. He laid both hands on my pulsing nuts. I prayed as he squeezed into the core of my maleness. To the camera it probably looked brutal, but it was much more erotic than submissive, intending to drive me to a climax.

Tim slowly unbuttoned my fly. He put his hand inside and gripped my jock-covered balls. God, was that ever great feeling his hand inside my jeans. I grunted in total satisfaction while he gave my nuts and my cock some serious love-hugs.

“Let’s soak these 501’s, man,” said Tim quietly. He rubbed the top of my cock against the denim. I yelled as the pleasure multiplied beyond belief.

“Yeah,” said the stud, pushing it back and forth against my Levi’s. I finally screamed—either in submission or in pleasure, I don’t know which. He rammed my tool into the denim again. He did it over and over until he got what he wanted. My juice at last burst out with incredible power. Tim kept rubbing the cockhead around the fly as I plastered it with thick man-cream. It drove me wild. The guy kept me pumping until I collapsed on the floor exhausted.

Tim crawled on top of me and sat up on his knees over my belly. He felt my cum-drenched denim and jock. He slowly pulled both down far enough to reveal my drained and conquered tool. He stroked it gently.

The guy’s tight, Levi buns were directly above me. I put my fingers all over them. The thrill of it made my cock jump. I slid a hand into Tim’s crotch and felt his denim-covered balls as best I could. They weren’t as big as mine, but they were the center of Tim’s maleness and that was good enough for me!

I slam-gripped his nuts as he had done to mine earlier. It made him grunt loudly. What a sexy move this was—no wonder the stud liked doing it to me. I worked on his nuts this way for a long time, building him into a frenzy of pleasure. The balls throbbed excitedly. I knew he was getting close to a climax. I surprised him by grabbing his upper thigh near the crotch and pulling him to the floor on his butt. I rolled the jock up into a pin position, legs over chest, and held him there with one hand around his nuts.

I gave them a big submission squeeze. Tim cried out in ultimate pleasure. The nuts flexed in my hand. Soon he gave up his juice to me. That was the first time I’d ever pinned a guy and juiced him at the same time. The experience was too hot for words.

One of the camera guys zoomed in on my hand as I buried it in the stud’s crotch.

“How could you juice him without touching his cock?”

Tim stretched out his legs to relax. “He knows how to do it, man!” He looked at his wet Levi’s and smiled.

I opened his 501’s and stripped them off, then stood up and pulled off my own. Both of us were now in jockstraps—wet, fully packed ones. I got down on my knees beside him and slowly rubbed the hard pouch. He put his hand on mine as I slid it from balls to cockhead and back again. The stud raised himself and sat facing me on folded legs. He gazed at my soaked jockstrap. “Wet jocks are sexy as hell,” he grinned.

“Yeah, they keep ya horny!” I replied.

“Sit up on your knees, man,” ordered Tim.

I complied. He pulled down my jock and began to handle my equipment. What followed was one of the sexiest things a guy ever did to me—a kind of pleasure exam.

He didn’t ignore any part of my maleness. He even checked out the part of my rod deep inside my sack—an area that greatly arouses me. Tim found that out right away. He got my cock pounding in excitement merely by feeling me in that place. It isn’t very often that a guy messes around with my lower shaft, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

“Ya dig this, don’t ya,” he said.

“Ah!” I whispered in a long breath.

He really made me gasp as he pressed his finger tips into the lowest part of my shaft. It felt that his fingers had actually entered my ball sack. At times, my mouth fell open as his fingers had fun in the forbidden zone. Tim kept his fingers there as he talked about cocks and balls and wrestling holds. During this time he made no attempt to work on me with his hand. But just having him hold the bottom of my shaft in this way was a tremendous turn-on. My cock stood straight up and twitched. One of the camera guys liked it, too: he moved closer to my excited tool.

I wanted him to keep his hand there for hours. I fantasized how great it would be to have a lover grip me like this and hold on all night. I’d love to fall asleep with his hand around my sack or cock—and wake up with his hand still around it!

The stud started to whisper sexy things to me about my cock. Like how he loved feeling it try to move inside his grip. And how long and hard it is. Stuff like that. It really made my juice sizzle. He told me how much he liked my round ass. He reached behind me with his left hand and slid it in circles all over my butt. My shaft pounded harder in his right hand.

I began to realize that Tim’s continuing hold on my maleness—the mild squeezing of my lower shaft—was turning out to be decep­tive. It was pushing me subtly toward another climax. My shaft slowly turned to steel. I looked down at my excited rod, then at Tim. “You fucker!” I whispered.

Tim grinned. The stud’s fingers continued to feel every inch of my butt as his other hand stayed locked around the bottom of my shaft. “I got you now, hotshot—by the cock and butt!”

The fucker sure did. He didn’t have to do anything more to make me shoot. He watched my face reflect the increasing pleasure. His blue eyes sparkled and again locked onto me like a powerful wrestling hold. Every inch of me begged for release. I struggled in an agony of purest pleasure, flexing my muscles like a body builder in a pose-down.

“Yeah, it’s gonna come slow,” said the stud, preparing me for what was to follow. “Slow and rough.”

That’s exactly what happened. He kept me there with the base of my shaft gripped tightly. He could have easily jacked me off, but didn’t. He let my climax build slowly, very slowly. My head fell on his shoulder. I groaned for several minutes. Or was it several hours? Beads of perspiration appeared on my chest. I started to breathe faster. Tim pressed his lips to mine. My whole body seemed to quiver. I yelled out in ecstasy but the wrestler’s mouth blocked the sound, transforming it into a muffled cry.

When the orgasm came at last, it nearly ripped me apart. Tim grinned as my exploded, shooting cum onto his chest.

“Terrific, guys! Perfect!” yelled John. He walked over to us. “That’s gonna look hot as hell! Let’s take a break before we get into the wrestling scene.”

Tim and I lounged on the mat alone during the time-out. Our eyes locked together again. Tim wrapped his arms around me and pulled my head to his—and my lips to his. While we kissed, I put my hands on the jock’s sexy buns. I pressed into them, drawing him as close to me as possible. How long the kiss lasted I don’t know, but by the time it ended I was ready to shoot off once more!

John returned from his break and when he saw what Tim and I were up to, he immediately ordered the cameras to start taping. “Don’t you guys ever rest?” he mumbled.

Tim massaged my pecs, my sides and finally my cock. His fingers applied only a small amount of pressure to my shaft, but what I felt was intense. Cum started to emerge from the hole and roll down the tool. The stud soon had me begging him for another orgasm. I thrust out my cock and pressed it against his gut to hasten the orgasm.

Tim smiled and backed away. “Not yet, man. First we have to fight until I submit ya!”

We stood up and instantly he attacked. I was caught off-guard with a commanding bear hug. His execution was particularly good. He had my arms trapped under his own, making it hard to fight back. I winced as he tightened the grip. I felt my cock press against his warm gut. It fired another hefty load of pre-cum.

“I’m gonna squirt your gut!” I yelled as Tim squeezed the shit out of me.

But I wasn’t gonna make it so easy for him this time. I worked a hand between the jock’s legs and grabbed his nuts. Although he yelled, Tim didn’t let go of me. But when I jerked the nuts down and applied a powerful squeeze, he broke his bear hug pretty fast.

I pulled him down to the mat and coiled my legs around his chest, facing his legs. My thighs are strong—I really muscled the guy with them. The hold really made Tim yell in pain. While he fought unsuccessfully against my body vise, I had my first chance to get acquainted with his crotch up close. The jock’s legs were spread apart, giving me a full view of his cock and balls. Like I said before, my nuts are bigger, but I loved how each one of his stood out boldly in the crotch. They were testicles you felt compelled to touch, especially if you were positioned the way I was. So I put a hand around them. Having the stud’s naked nuts in my hand sent thrills up and down my spine. I squeezed into them, gradually increasing the pressure to see what they could take.

Even though I dished out a lot, Tim refused to submit. He did try to escape—the scissors pained him more than my ball squeeze. I held him down and pressed deeper into the nuts. It was a blast! I discovered that I really liked ball-wrasslin’!

After a while, my ball crusher made him plead for a time-out.

“O.K.,” I said, “but it’s only a time-out. I’m gonna whip your nuts, man!”

“The fuck you are!” countered Tim defiantly. With a burst of energy he rolled us over and kicked out of the scissors. Before I could lift my belly from the mat the jock grabbed my legs and pulled them up and backward, right into a Boston crab. The guy knew how to do it, too. I groaned as he settled into the hold, slowly lowering his butt to my spine.

“Shit!” I whispered, remembering that the hold almost always finished me off. Tim began rocking up and down on me with his butt.

“Give it up, boy!” he said.

I grunted loudly. The tip of my long, hard tool was pressed to the mat. Every time Tim rocked down, the extra force on my cock made it feel like he was jacking me off. The guy was aware of this. He stopped rocking me, pushed my butt way down and held it there, exerting tremendous pressure on my cock.

As I yelled, one cameramen couldn’t help reacting. “That’s it—get him!”

“Crush it! Make him shoot!” said another.

“Yeah!” yelled Tim, bearing down on my shaft to the max.

I couldn’t take the crab any longer. “I submit! Enough!” I shouted.

The stud dropped my legs. I laid on the mat motionless, with my cock pounding against my gut. Tim put his hand on my butt. He rubbed and massaged it. Then he stretched out on my sore back. The guy pushed his arms under me and into a firm but friendly reverse bear hug. His lips and tongue played with the side of my neck. In no time he had me lost in pleasure again.

The stud reached down to my over-heated rod and started to tickle the tip. I gasped in delight. More thick cream began to ooze out. Tim lubed my whole cock with it.

“Good boy,” he whispered, rolling me onto my side.

Tim then gave me the horniest cock massage I ever had. He came close to juicing me several times, but that’s not what he wanted. He’d bring my shaft to the peak of excitement, then back off, letting the pleasure tantalize me. He loved it when my cock fired a shot of pre-cum every now and then, just missing a full fledged orgasm.

Tim switched holds. He encircled my arms with his, locked me in a tight nelson and rolled me onto my stomach again. He pushed down on my butt, squeezing my wet cock into the mat. I eventually powered out by muscling his arms downward until I could escape. Before the jock was able to get up, I jumped on his back, sitting with my calves parallel to his waist. I grabbed and crossed his legs, then folded them backward. Holding his ankles firmly with one hand, I gripped him under the jaw with the other. Then I eased backward, pulling Tim up onto my legs and suspending him above me.

The camera guys had another fun time as they shot Tim in this sexy hold from every angle. His thighs were far enough apart to get a great view of his basket. His stiff rod was stretched out on his gut in all its glory. I bowed his back with my legs and waited for the submission.

Tim screamed, yet I could tell it wasn’t entirely a scream of agony. There was something else in it—a sound of raw, sexual stamina and prowess. The guy didn’t submit. He loved flaunting himself too much to give up. I didn’t give up either. Keeping the guy in this hold was a huge turn-on for me as well. I was enjoying every second of it.

Although I couldn’t see Tim’s cock, I heard one of the cameramen say, “Shit, look at his cock! Hey Tim, can we tickle it and see what happens?”

The stud’s rod must have been twitching like mad. The longer I maintained the hold, the more sexually charged he became. Although I could have kept him in the hold longer, I wanted to get at his balls again. I released the guy’s ankles, opened my hand and moved it toward his crotch. The instant my fingers gripped his basket, Tim repeated his deep scream.

“No—not my balls!” he pleaded.

His nuts felt great. Rock hard, just waiting for my crusher. Tim yelled as I squeezed. I worked those babies real good. “Told ya I was gonna whip your nuts!” I reminded him.

I pulled ‘em down very low. The move forced the stud’s cock to swing upright.

“Yeah!” I said. I did it again, pulling even lower. I was glad Tim could take it, because I loved being the master of his nuts. I lost track of how many times I balled him like this. I’ll bet he liked the feel of his cock being forced straight up by my basket-pulls.

His balls started to harden to their final stage of excitement. I moved them in a slow circle, as wide as possible. That really got him.

“Oh shit!” he groaned.

I kept doing it until the guy was about to climax. Just before the orgasm I jerked his nuts down as far as they could go. As Tim’s shaft flew up, it let loose.

It must have made a great sight through the lens. The video crew went out of their minds filming it! Tim’s suspended body pumped right along with his cock—and for a long time. I eventually let him down, carefully, onto his back. His whole chest was flooded with cum!

“Sensational!” roared John, throwing a towel onto Tim. “You guys are too much!” He wanted us to take a break, but not me.

“Keep it rolling,” I told the camera guys. Without pause I came down on the unprepared jock. My hand plowed into his gut with a full-fledged claw hold. His upper body bolted off the floor in response. His mouth flew open in disbelief as my fingers dug into his gutflesh. He sank to the floor again, helpless.

“I give!” he yelled.

“Yeah, I know you do.”

“Let go!” he begged.

I wanted him to submit, but not in the usual way. I surveyed the guy’s gorgeous, muscular physique and his still-hard cock. The shaft pointed directly at my claw hand, with the head less than an inch from it.

“Not until you give YOUR JUICE!”

“I can’t, man. I just came!”

“Do it!” I demanded. “Or I’ll tear up your gut!”

I leaned over the jock and pushed down into him with most of my body weight. No guy could hope to outlast a claw applied with this much force.

“O.K! O.K!” Tim shouted instantly.

I eased up, but maintained a moderately firm claw. “Let’s see it, stud!”

Tim slid his feet toward his butt so that his knees bent as he lay there—a position I think is really hot. He spread his thighs super wide, almost to the mat, and pushed his crotch up as far as my claw would allow, then sank back down again. He repeated this slow, up-and-down motion many times, trying to force himself into an orgasm. God! What a sexy thing to watch! Tim’s stiff cock began to twitch.

His shaft reached higher. The twitches became stronger.

“Oh yeah, do it for me!” I whispered to him.

The rod made a single big jump.

“Just a little more, jock. Shoot it all over my hand!”

The slowness of the developing climax was almost too much for the guy.

“Squeeze it!” he pleaded, hoping I’d grab his meat and finish him off.

But I didn’t.

“Oh shit,” he moaned as his shaft jumped again, still failing to explode.

“Pack it with juice, baby! Make it boil!”

Tim’s rod jerked hard once more. Then it continued in a steady rhythm. The guy was on his way to paradise.

“Yeah, cut it loose, stud!” I said. “Show the camera your cum!”

The shaft reared up and hung there in a moment of spectacular masculine delight. Tim let out a sexy yell that echoed throughout the studio. The ruddy tool spit huge amounts of cum onto my lower arm. The hot cream flowed like a river to the ends of my fingers, which were still buried in Tim’s gut.

The guy was out of breath by the time his cock stopped pumping. But not me! I wasn’t through with him yet. I stretched out on Tim with my lower legs around his neck and my face above his crotch. Before he knew what was happening, I had his basket inside my mouth. He shouted as I worked his nuts with my tongue.

I was determined to make him shoot again, no matter how long it took. I sucked and wrestled his nuts like a pro. Tim writhed as he battled with a voracious pleasure that swelled in his crotch, trying to dominate him. It was a sexy fight that seemed to last for hours. I gave his balls a sucking he’ll never forget! Finally the jock slammed his fists into the mat again and again. He was losing the battle.

The guy’s stiff nuts told me that I had him. He gasped, overwhelmed with pleasure. I kept tonguing the jock’s basket until it tightened into a solid, pulsing mass. Tim’s whole body jerked, then his shaft started to buck wildly.

“Oh God!” he yelled.

I shook the basket back and forth with my mouth. Then I wrapped my lips around his cock. Tim screamed as his pleasure rose to a new height. His body froze as I pressed my warm tongue against his shaft. All of his muscles strained, unable to hold back the flood of maleness that wanted to submit to me. The feeling of his sperm shooting into my mouth is something I will never forget. Neither will John.

After I released Tim’s rod, John appeared beside me.

“Shit!” he said. “I never expected you do that! You’ve got a permanent contract with me if you want it!”

I looked down at the out-of-breath stud and put a hand on his chest. “It’s Tim I want a permanent contract with.”

John smiled at Tim and I. “So when’s the wedding?”

(end)