Balling the Jock

Joe moved up close to Rick’s ultra thin, white bikini. He paused for a minute, relishing the sight of the big bulges in it. Rick’s long cock and swollen nuts had stretched and re-shaped the cloth so that it fit his equip­ment like a glove. Joe took hold of the elastic waistband. He started to peel the bikini down, gradually uncovering Rick’s stiff meat. What a sex muscle to behold; what big, round nuts! Joe stared. He always did. Even though the teens often met for a hot session of horseplay and sex-wrestling, each encounter seemed like the first, and best, for Joe.

Up on his knees like Rick, Joe pulled the brief low enough so that he’d have plenty of room to give Rick’s hard maleness the full treatment. He drizzled oil down the cockhead and watched it cover the handsome, throbbing tool. Then he squeezed his hand into the warm, slippery flesh.

Rick and Joe got into oil when they met two college guys who showed them some of its great benefits. The four would get their hunky bodies well oiled and have private wrestling parties that were too sexy for words. They’d go at each other for hours. The college jocks loved to give special “lessons” to the younger ones. They got a kick out of juicing them over and over until they made the little studs collapse from exhaustion. But Joe and Rick were fast learners. They went on to create a few special moves of their own. Trying them out on the older guys proved to be a lot of fun. And they scored a hit every time.

Joe gushed his hand firmly up and down the rod. The movement of his hand was rapid at first, but soon it slowed way down. Joe really got into the slow, hard pull. Very hard, very slow. That’s one of the things that drove Rick wild. Doing it was a major turn-on for Joe, too. His own rod was pumped up and anxious to explode. Occasional spurts of hot cream had soaked the front of his thin, stretchy brief, making him more excited than ever. As Rick’s climax drew nearer, Joe turned his attention to his buddy’s tempting balls. He grabbed one with each hand. Rick groaned in pleasure. He knew what was coming……

Joe and Rick had gained a lot of ball training from Todd, a friend of Joe’s big brother. Todd was a rowdy guy with an exceptionally solid physique. Joe practically worshipped him—his muscles, his wildness, his wrestling ability. He got a terrific thrill out of just being in the same room with Todd. He longed to touch the stud. Joe didn’t know it, but Todd felt the same way about the kid’s well-proportioned but not overly muscular body. Todd loved looking at Joe’s beautiful, denim-clad buns and bulging fly. He wanted to see what was underneath.

Todd began to use a strategy that he hoped would bring about the desired result. He often stood or sat right next to Joe to encourage him to make physical contact. It wasn’t long before Joe responded—first with brief, occasional touching, then with some poking and ass-slapping. This kind of thing aroused both of them in a big way. Finally the two graduated to friendly but more aggressive horseplay, then to longer-held holds.

One night after sunset, Todd and Joe began to horse around in the backyard. They soon found themselves down on the ground, locked together, each trying to gain the advantage. The kid’s hand pushed against Todd’s crotch by accident. This was the moment Todd had been waiting for.

“So that’s how you wanna play!” he said.

Immediately Todd’s hand darted between Joe’s legs and squeezed. Joe reacted by giggling rather than by trying to get away.

“Nice nuts, man,” said Todd, keeping his hand around the balls. He gave them a good feel, complementing Joe on their size and hardness.

Since Todd had Joe down on his belly and was sprawled on his back, the kid wasn’t going anywhere. He moved his hand up to Joe’s dick. It was hard and very long. He checked it out through the soft denim. “Why are you so hard, buddy? Do I turn you on?” he asked with a chuckle. He repeated the question and squeezed the shaft to force an answer.

“Yeah, ya do turn me on,” said Joe, sighing in pleasure.

“That’s what I thought.” He rubbed the Levi-encased tool slowly. “It’s time for you and me to get better acquainted. And this is the first thing I wanna get to know real well,” said Todd, giving the cock another long squeeze. “I think it likes me already!”

Joe snickered. He felt the stud’s hand unbutton his Levi’s. It slipped under his brief and took hold of the hot shaft. Joe groaned as Todd grasped his meat firmly. The stud felt his way along every inch of the rigid cock, while the kid laid on the cool, night grass in total paradise.

“You’ve got a great cock for rasslin, man,” said Todd. He bear hugged the tool to see how much the kid could take. It made Joe feel so fantastic and sexually charged that his man-cream suddenly ripped up through him, over­whelming the kid before he knew what happened. The juice exploded into his brief violently, almost as if the stud had pulled it out of him on command.

That first encounter was the first of many to follow between the two guys. Joe was powerless in the face of Todd’s great strength, simply unable to stop the hunk from carrying out any plan of attack he had. But Joe wouldn’t have stopped him even if he could: he craved it.

The stud was rough, and nuts were his specialty. He’d immobilize Joe with a crushing body scissors or crucifix, then “ball rassle” him until he shot off. But the kid kept coming back for more. Todd grew to respect him very much, to test and reward his sexual stamina. He made Joe squirm and struggle and pump for all he was worth.

Rick’s first grapple with Todd was etched in his memory forever. Rick was at Joe’s house one afternoon, waiting for Joe and his brother to return from a trip to the store. No one else was at home, so Rick decided to kill a few minutes at the pool table in the basement. Before long Todd rapped at the door and came downstairs looking for Joe’s older brother, Mike.

“Guess I’ll hang around for a while,” he said to Rick, plopping down on an old, beat-up sofa nearby. Todd was in no hurry. He liked being alone with Rick, who like Joe, oozed with sensuality and sexuality. Todd leaned back, focusing on one part of Rick’s body after another as the little jock moved around the table making shots. He studied everything from the thick blond hair to the feet. Since the afternoon was hot, Rick wore only a pair of snug denim shorts and a muscle tee.

Whenever Rick turned his back toward Todd, the stud feasted his eyes on the eighteen-year-old’s gorgeous, curving buns. He could see the straps of a jock underneath. In front, the shorts gripped Rick’s crotch tightly, pulling his nuts forward as it wedged between them. Rick was beginning to body-build and Todd could see the development, especially in the kid’s thighs.

“How ‘bout a game?” Todd asked.

“Sure.”

Todd found a cue and they began. Rick was a skilled player and it soon became obvious that he would trounce Todd. But Todd’s mind was on other, more important things.

“You’re lookin’ good. Your workouts are payin’ off,” commented Todd.

“Thanks. Got a way to go before I can look like you,” answered Rick, concentrating on his next shot.

“You gotta good body for wrestlin.’ Ever do any?”

“A little—not serious stuff. Sometimes Joe and I get into it,” said Rick as a ball dropped into the pocket.

“Who usually wins?”

“Me,” smiled Rick.

He turned and bent over the table to aim for his next shot. With his legs spread wide and buns facing Todd, the stud couldn’t resist any longer. He moved the cue stick between Rick’s legs and put it against the guy’s crotch.

Rick jumped and spun around when he felt the contact. “That’s cheatin’, man!” he grinned, shielding his crotch with a hand momentarily.

“Yeah, but it’s fun!” responded Todd.

Rick went back to the game and took aim again. Todd stuck the cue into the teen’s crotch once more, only this time put a little more pressure on the nuts.

“Hey, come on,” protested Rick, but Todd kept the cue where it was. He finally swung a leg over the stick and escaped. Now facing Todd, Rick saw the end of the cue move toward his balls. He grabbed it. A tug-of-war ensued as the guys tried to push the stick into each other’s crotch. At last Todd yanked the cue out of Rick’s hands and with lightning speed had the tip against the guy’s basket.

Rick froze. The fun had stopped. He looked down with a worried expression on his face. Todd had managed to get the point of the stick squarely on one of his balls. He didn’t dare to grab the cue. Todd was unpredictable and this was no time to make a mistake! Todd used the stick to prod Rick backward until his back hit the wall.

“This is the kind of pool I’m good at!” grinned Todd. “How about this ball in the side pocket!” He nudged the hard testicle with the stick.

Rick gasped, not so much from any discomfort, but from fearing what Todd could do.

“What do ya want, man?” asked Rick in desperation.

“I wanna wrestle you.”

This was an offer Rick couldn’t turn down. At least his balls would be free of the stick.

“Deal,” he said.

Todd threw down the cue. “Come and get me,” he challenged, motioning for Rick to step forward. Rick charged—right into a bear hug. Todd showed him no mercy. He put all his strength into the hold, lifting Rick up high and not letting him go. Todd felt the kid’s rod hardening against his gut. It’s what he’d hoped for. He shook Rick back and forth, easily handling the lightweight.

“I give!” yelled Rick.

“Not so fast! This is too much fun!” responded Todd. He waited for Rick’s cock to become fully erect before releasing him. Then he pushed the kid back to the wall again and held him there by jamming an elbow against his throat. Todd grabbed Rick’s cock with his other hand. It was easy through the well-worn denim.

“Watcha got here?” he teased, rubbing his hand slowly up and down the rock-like tool. “A guy with a dick like this shouldn’t hide it.” Todd deftly opened the teen’s shorts and sent them to the floor. Then he pulled the jockstrap down just under the basket, allowing it to force the balls for­ward. He looked down at the upright shaft. “Damn good. Damn good,” he said.

Todd gripped the rod tightly. “This is what I like to wrestle the most,” said the stud. He slowly wrenched the cock downward, gradually forcing Rick to his knees. The stud removed the elbow from Rick’s throat and replaced it with his hand. The hold wasn’t a choke, but it kept Rick in place, which is just what Todd wanted. The stud worked Rick’s shaft with his other hand. It grew longer and harder.

“Yeah,” said Todd, sensing that victory was near. “Ya can’t fight it,” he gloated. “Nothin’ I like better than a good, wet submission!”

Rick grunted in pleasure as Todd squeezed, pulled and grappled his throb­bing shaft. He hold couldn’t back the raging pleasure in his cock. His whole body shuddered. He spread his legs wide and uttered a deep yell as the sex juice squirted out of the tool onto Todd’s worn, tight Levi’s. Todd didn’t let go until he’d milked the teen dry.

Rick sank onto the sofa to rest. Meanwhile, the victor stripped down to his bulging jockstrap. He gazed for several minutes at the still-hard teen.

“Let’s do another one, O.K?” said Todd.

“I can’t,” said Rick.

Todd ignored the comment. “O.K?” he repeated with more emphasis.

Rick jumped up to escape, but didn’t get very far. Todd immediately captured the teen and began pinching into his firm, young nipples. “O.K?” he asked again, torturing the tits to force a reply.

Rick cried out in pain. Todd continued the torture until the kid finally agreed. “O.K., O.K.,” he said, “Once more.”

They both stood up. “But you gotta strip, too,” challenged Rick.

The stud flipped off his jock to reveal a whopper of a rod. His balls were smaller than Rick’s, but the basket was like a smooth, round rock hanging between his legs. Rick was so distracted by the sight that he didn’t move aside quick enough when Todd attacked. The wrestler went for the legs and had the younger guy’s back on the floor in nothing flat. He slammed a hand into Rick’s gut and squeezed. It was one of his “fun” moves, a claw hold that was hardly fun for the dude on the receiving end. Todd had used the gut claw on plenty of guys, so he really knew how to do it. But the claw he liked best was the one applied to a guy’s balls. It didn’t matter to Todd what the guy was wearing. Even with jeans on he couldn’t escape the impact, and result, of Todd’s claw.

Rick yelled as Todd buried his hand deeper into the gut. The kid was shocked by the power of this hold, but it was nothing compared to what the taller jock had in store for him. Todd was only softening him up, and now he was going to get down to business. He gazed hungrily at Rick’s handsome balls. His longing to possess them would finally be fulfilled. The jock pushed the palm of his free hand against Rick’s basket and locked his fingers onto the base of the rod. It felt so satisfying to have a solid grip on the teen’s nuts. For Todd this was the ultimate way to control a guy and to be in seventh heaven while doing it. He tried some test squeezes, then went to work ravenously.

Rick suffered dearly under the double claw assault. But it was the crotch claw that would make him Todd’s slave, unless he could break away soon. He tried pulling the hand out of his gut, but didn’t have the strength to budge it. In desperation the kid raised his head off the floor and started to bite the jock’s upper arm. Todd shouted in pain as Rick’s teeth tore into the bulging biceps. Although he swiftly withdrew his arm from the gut, he continued the torture hold on the guy’s sex pouch.

Rick swung a leg up and smashed his foot into Todd’s side. The jock fell over onto Rick’s legs, stunned. Rick glanced at his aching basket to be sure it was O.K. He cupped a hand around it and started to get up. But Todd was already on his feet. He seized one of Rick’s ankles and jerked it upward. The kid’s shoulders hit the floor. Todd recaptured the leg and began to twist

it. Rick pressed both hands to his head in misery as Todd brutalized the leg. After convincing himself that the leg had been weakened sufficiently, the jock threw it down and rolled the little stud over. Then he sat on the kid’s lower back and snaked a hand into his crotch. He clutched the teen’s balls, ready to get into some serious ball-rasslin.’

First he put a continuous pull on the basket, slowly stretching it back between the buns. Rick gasped while Todd pulled the basket as far as he could and held it there. The jock coiled five fingers around each ball and started squeezing and massaging. As they hardened more and more, Todd dug deeper. Applying the hold electrified him. He tingled with raw sex power. His cock stood straight up, his excited cream boiled inside him. He flexed his biceps and increased the pressure on the teen’s macho nuts.

Rick clamped his teeth together and prayed. Todd adjusted his fingers for a different move. He pushed the balls against each other and gave the whole basket a slow twist.

“How do ya like my screw hold, kid?”

Rick moaned. His body began to sweat. Todd turned the basket in the opposite direction, forced it to its limit, and watched Rick stiffen in terror. Todd knew the balls needed a rest. He released them and crawled onto Rick’s left thigh. The jock picked up the kid’s leg at the calf and bent it back over his own leg, putting tremendous pressure on the knee. He worked it for a minute or so before transforming the hold into a single-leg Boston crab. Todd stood up, pulling the leg with him. He wrenched it backward until Rick’s cock was off the floor. The teen yelled out a submission, but Todd ignored it. He went to a full crab, being sure that the legs were back far enough so an escape was impossible. Todd’s tool twitched nervously, eager to spit jock cream.

Todd heard a noise from upstairs. Mike and Joe had come back.

“Hey, you guys wanna see two naked wrestlers? Get down here!” he yelled.

“You watchin’ a porn video?” asked Mike as the two bounded downstairs.

“Somethin’ better!” answered Todd.

The brothers were instantly turned on by what they saw—a juicy full crab and two naked guys with hard cocks!

“Wanna help me finish off your buddy?” Todd asked Joe.

“Wouldn’t miss a chance like that!” said Joe with a smile.

“Here Mike, take over,” said Todd.

Mike positioned himself behind Todd and took Rick’s legs. Now with both of his hands free, and the kid’s crotch right below him, Todd could work on the kid’s nuts with even greater ease than before. He gripped one in each hand. Rick gasped in pleasure as Todd began squeezing his maleness. At the same time Joe got down in front of Rick and closed his lips around his buddy’s waiting rod.

“Yeah, yeah,” he gasped as Joe flooded his cock with pleasure.

Todd increased the sensation. He pulled the teen’s gonads toward him, stretching the ballsack to its limit. Rick cried out in ecstasy. Todd repeated the move again and again, slowly jacking off the balls while he squeezed them passionately.

“Get him!” shouted Mike.

Todd scooped up the balls. “Here’s one for you, Mike!” He stretched the basket higher than ever. Rick nearly went out of his mind with pleasure. His groans became continuous as the juice thickened in his balls. Todd would have held the teen’s rocks all day, but it was time to make him cum. He gave the kid one more huge gonad-stretch and that finished him. Rick’s juice shot through his rod and into Joe with breathtaking pleasure.

Todd’s cock, ready for an orgasm delayed far too long, reared up. Mike knew what it wanted, and growling like a bear, grabbed the shaft from behind. He used it to muscle his buddy to the floor on his belly. Then keeping his arms wrapped tightly around the jock’s waist, Mike bear hugged the swollen tool ferociously. That was it for Todd. The jock signaled his orgasm with a loud, rasping yell. Cum let loose in long jets, blasting the floor and Todd’s chest. Mike rolled his buddy over on top of him so Joe and Rick could watch the fireworks. The spellbound teens stared as Mike continued to squeeze load after load of juice out of the jock from underneath him.

When it was finally over, Todd’s body glistened with cum. His cock con­tinued to buck for several minutes, and he could feel Mike’s hand around it for days afterward……

Joe recalled all this as he tightened his fingers around Rick’s balls. This time, thanks to Todd, Rick was well-prepared for a long session of ball rasslin.’ Joe planned to do it like Todd would have, except that he was itching to try a few new twists and experiments. Rick’s nuts expanded and hardened in Joe’s hands. He was ready for anything his buddy had in mind. Just like always.

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