Fourplay

                                                      FOURPLAY

                                                     by  Ty Jordan

            Bill, Judd and Rob enjoyed their school.  Top guns of the wrestling program, they had it made.  Girls constantly flocked around them, twittering loudly and hopefully.  Guys respected them, proudly discussing their mat victories and silently admiring the looks of their bodies.  But the Montana school did create one big irritation for the three: its small size meant few gay males among the enrollment.  In fact, as far as they knew, only a handful of guys had “come out,” and none participated in the wrestling program, except for them.

      So when a new guy showed up in class one Monday—an extremely handsome and well-built guy, the three buddies took notice right away.  And when they found out the stranger had signed up for the wrestling team, they nearly burst their jocks in excitement.  Somehow, the hunky kid’s gayness stood out as much as his muscles.  The trio wanted to check out one muscle in particular, of course, but  this had to wait until later, when he would arrive in the locker room for wrestling practice.  In the meantime, the guys had to limit their discussions of the hunk to the way he looked fully clothed.

      “Shit, the dude’s a cowboy, man,” observed Rob.  “He must be.  He’s a natural in those boots and jeans.”

      “Yeah, and that round butt of his—yikes!” added Bill.

      “Talk about ass-lovin’ Levi’s!” said Judd. “They sure do ride his crack.”  He paused to fantasize.  “Too bad I’m not a horse,” he reflected, “then I could have that ass sittin’ on me every day!”

      “You are a horse, dude:  at least, you’re hung like one!” quipped Rob.

      “What about his cock, boys?  Eight inches?” asked Bill.

      “Could be.  His dick really looks long through the Levi’s.  He doesn’t try to hide it,” Judd pointed out.

      “True,” agreed Rob.  “Do blonde’s have bigger dicks?”

      They chuckled, yet wondered if the theory held water.  After all, Bill had blond hair and also an exceptionally long phallus, longer even than Judd’s.

      The three lost no time introducing themselves to the stranger as they stripped down at wrestling practice.

      “I’m Corey,” said the hunky kid.  “Moved up here from Cheyenne.”

      “How do you like Great Falls so far?” asked Rob, eyeing Corey’s crotch equipment as the hunk pulled down his skimpy white brief.

      “It’s cool.  I’m glad they have wrestlin’ here.  It’s one of my two favorite things—rasslin’ and rodeo.”

      Corey revealed his balls and dick in a very deliberate, sexy way, flaunting their size and perfectly sculpted shapes.  During practice, he also revealed himself as an excellent wrestler.  He pinned several opponents, including the squad’s heroes—Bill,  Judd and Rob.  This unprecedented event brought him lavish praise from the coach, but from the trio it would bring something else:  revenge.

      Corey soon felt its beginnings in the form of a payback from Judd.  Just before the practice ended, Judd put his arm between the hunk’s legs to flip him from a plant position onto his back.  When the coach turned away, Judd rammed his arm into Corey’s nuts to accomplish the takedown.  The pained kid didn’t say anything, but looked at Judd thinking, “What the fuck did you do that for?”

      Later, when the team stripped for the shower, Corey noticed that Judd and his buddies had shaven crotches.  He wondered if they belonged to some kind of weird stud club.  As he showered, the three approached him, all sporting hard dicks.

      “You’re damn good,” said Rob.

      “Thanks.”

      “But ya never know how tough a guy is unless ya rassle him without the rules,” stated Judd.  “Are you as tough as you look?”

      “I can take care of myself,” replied Corey.

      “Wanna prove it?” asked Judd, openly challenging him.

      “Rasslin’ with no rules?  Anything goes?”

      “Anything goes.  You got the balls for it?”

      Corey gazed at the three cocks in front of him and thought about what might happen in such a confrontation.

      “Come awn, cowboy,  show us what you’ve got,” said Bill, stroking his cock.

      Corey’s dick began to harden   “Where’s the match gonna be?”

      “Burrow’s Pond,” said Rob.  “Don’t worry—it’s a secluded spot.  We go there all the time and mess around.”

      Corey’s cock moved steadily upward as if trying to reach his navel. “O.K., you’re on.  When?”

      “Tomorrow at four.  Bring your Stetson and boots.  And don’t forget that,” said Judd, pointing to Corey’s upright pole.

      The three walked away, grinning slyly.  Corey watched them leave with an expression of concern on his face.  He’d never backed down from a challenge, but this time he questioned his decision to wrestle these guys in private.  He knew they wanted more than just a match.  They wanted his body—starting with his cock and balls.  Could he fight all of them successfully?  What if he lost?

      That night in bed, he suddenly awakened, balls-in-hand, squeezing hard.  Startled and momentarily disoriented, the kid realized too late that his squeezing had already unchained the wild stallion in his crotch.  It sped up the rod as Corey bridged himself high above the mattress.  The cum made him groan and buck in pleasure with every shot, submitting over and over to its male-taming power….

      Corey arrived At Burrow’s Pond before the others.  Hidden from view on all sides, it lay below the surrounding countryside in a tree-lined glen.  Wearing his cowboy boots, hat and snug 501’s, he dropped his butt to the ground and flicked the spring grass nervously with a finger.

      “Didn’t think you’d show up,” said a voice behind him.

      Corey got up to see Judd, Bill and Rob—all clad in cowboy boots, hats and Levi’s.

      “The three of us have a club,” said Judd.  “If you have what it takes, we might let you in.”

      “What kind of club?” asked Corey.

      “For private rasslin’,” replied Judd, rubbing his crotch.  “You know what I mean.”

      “Why only three members?”

      “Because we’re the only guys around here with any guts.”  Judd walked up close to the hunk.  “You ready, boy?”

      “Yeah,” answered Corey confidently.

      Without warning, Judd drove a knee up into the kid’s balls, smashing them against his groin.  Judd stepped back to watch the guy suffer.

      Corey grabbed his hurting nuts.  “So that’s how you wanna do it.”

      “What kind of rasslin’ did you think this was gonna be?  Some wimpy rulebook shit with timeouts and regulation gear?” said Judd sarcastically.

      Distracted by his aching testicles, Corey didn’t see Bill move behind him.  The wrestler slid a hand under the tight, Levi-encased buns and locked it around the ballsack.

      “Oh yeah!” yelled Bill, instantly aroused by the feel of Corey’s nuts through the worn denim.  He yanked them backward.

      “Ah!” groaned Corey, bending over.  Another yank brought him to his knees.

      “Yeah, squeeze ‘em, dude!” said Judd.  “Make him remember it!”

      Rob kneeled in front of Corey and ripped open the snaps on his Wrangler shirt.  He seized a tit with each hand.  "Nice!”  The guy suddenly pinched into the sensitive nipple-flesh.  Corey winced in pain and grabbed Rob’s arms.

      While the guys worked over the hunk’s testicles and tits, Judd stripped naked.   He walked over to Corey and fingered the guy’s stiffening cock through the worn Levi’s.  “That’s right, get your weapon as hard as you can—I fight to win!”  He rubbed the side of Corey’s face with his rock-solid tool, depositing a narrow trail of pre-cum across the smooth, tanned skin.

      “I wanna hear you give, man!” yelled Bill, crushing the gonads.

      “No!” shouted Corey.

      The hunk felt Bill’s fingers dig dangerously deep into his privates.  “Jesus!” cried Corey.

      “Say it!”

      “I give!  I give!”

      Bill released the balls, but gave them two potent slaps to underscore his dominance.  Rob disengaged also, slapping the firm pecs several times and concluding with some gentle chest-rubs.  Bill shoved the pain-racked hunk forward, causing him to hit the ground on his stomach.  Judd promptly picked up Corey’s legs by the boots, straddled the guy, and bent the legs backward, immobilizing him in a standing crab.

      Bill dropped down in front of Corey’s crotch and stared at the long bulge in his Levi’s.  “Looks like your rod’s ready to rassle!”

      He opened the jeans and pulled them up to the knees, exposing Corey’s downward-hanging, fully erect cock.  He gripped it with authority.  “I’ve been waitin’ to get my hands on this!” he gloated.

      Corey yelled as Bill bear hugged his rod with tremendous force.  “Stop!” cried Corey, never having had that much pressure applied to his meat.

      “Not until you say the word!”

      “I give!”

      “Not the right word, cowboy!”

      “Please, I submit!  I submit!”

      Bill loosed his grip.  “Good boy.”  He began to jack the kid off, slowly at first, then gradually faster.

      “Juice him!” said Rob.  “Wear him out!”

      Corey squirmed, but could not break out of Judd’s crab.  “Shit,” he grunted, feeling the pleasure start to build in his eager pole.

      Bill sensed it also.  “I’ve got you, man!”  He jettisoned the normal jackoff method and unexpectedly ripped into the cock with his own brand of punishment, brutally pulling and jerking it in one direction after another.  Bill attacked the rod so violently that he made the hunk’s body twist and lurch in whatever direction he decided to pull.  Corey cried out from both fear and pleasure:  he feared possible injury from the extreme jerks, yet he also discovered that he liked having a guy get rough with his sex muscle.  It definitely put the spurs to his juice machine.

      “Yeah!  Rassle it outa him!” shouted Judd. 

      Bill felt the cockskin tighten.  He yelled at the reddening tool impatiently.  “Give it to me, fucker!”

      The guy stuck his fingers inside the cumhole and down to the bottom of his pleasure tube—or so it seemed to Corey—and greedily took possession of his cum.  Then, without waiting for the proper moment of ejaculation to arrive, he forcibly pulled the hunk’s thick  juice up through the long pole.

      “No!” screamed Corey as the sperm exploded from his cockhead.  The pure white cum squirted onto his inner thighs, onto the ground, onto Bill and Rob—everywhere.

      “Yeah, milk him!” said Rob.

      Bill kept at the cock—wrenching it from side to side, pulling down on it sharply, doing whatever necessary to extract every drop of life-juice from the straining stud.

      It took a while, but he got it all.  “You lose, buddy!” said Bill.  He released the rod and rubbed his fingers along Corey’s muscular thighs, smearing them with the thick, warm cream that still clung to them.  “Good stuff, man.  Real good.”

      Judd didn’t let go of Corey.  He began to lower himself, arching the hunk’s spine more and more with each passing second.

      “Ah!” moaned Corey, weakened from the rape-like orgasm.

      Judd finally sat his butt on Corey’s lower back, putting the kid in a super-tight Boston crab.  “Yeah—I love this hold, man!  We’re gonna stay here for a while.”

      While Corey suffered in the crab, Bill and Rob stripped.  Excited by the sexy scene in front of them, the guys fondled each other’s rods.

      “Yeah, keep doin’ that,” grunted Rob, feeling Bill’s hand go to work on an especially pleasurable spot.

      Rob reciprocated with a series of pleasure-inducing squeezes that made Bill’s cock fire several shots of pre-cum.  The two guys messed with each other on their knees, but sat side-by-side in front of Corey’s crotch, watching the kid’s balls and cock intently.  They noticed that the sex pole remained hard, as if no orgasm had occurred.  Judd wrenched the legs backward several more inches.

      “Ah!  Fuck!” groaned Corey.

      “Can’t take it, hotshot?” asked Judd.

      “You gonna submit like a good boy?”

      “No, you bastard!”

      Judd pulled back again, causing an extreme spinal bend.

      “No more!  Stop!” cried the kid.

      “Submit!”

      Corey screamed in agony, yet held out stubbornly.

      “You’d better give it up, man,” Rob said to Corey, “or he’ll snap you in half.”

      Pain ravaged the kid’s back with no mercy.  “O.K!  I submit!  Fuck!  I submit!”

      Judd let the legs fall to the ground.  Rob pulled off Corey’s Levi’s, boots and hat and threw them aside.  He crawled onto the motionless hunk and stretched out on his stomach.  His cockhead quickly found Corey’s butthole and gently pushed it open.  Too exhausted at the moment for any kind of escape attempt, the kid didn’t move or speak.  Instead of thrusting his cock fully into Corey’s hole, Rob expertly caressed and pleasured its rim with the stiff head.  Corey had never experienced a fucking before, but liked what he felt so far:  the guy on his back seemed to want to love, not hurt, him.

      Rob brought his mouth down to the hunk’s ear and whispered so quietly that his buddies couldn’t hear.  “Tonight let’s fuck til dawn.  My place.  O.K?”

      Corey nodded his head in response.  Rob’s cock discharged a large load of pre-cum, betraying its excitement over the accepted invitation.

      “Scream,” whispered Rob again.  He clamped his hands around both of Corey’s armpits and squeezed.  But he used only enough pressure to give the appearance of executing a painful maneuver.  The hunk yelled convincingly and even waited before finally submitting to the double claw.  Rob got up on his knees and gazed at Corey’s sexy, cum-filled asscrack.

      “I’m gonna make him yell louder than that,” announced Judd. 

      The big stud pushed Rob away and dropped onto Corey’s back.  He immediately applied a full nelson and flipped the kid over with it.  Now lying under Corey, he tightened the nelson and added a body scissors to show he meant business.

      “Now, let’s have a real scream!” said Judd, cranking the hunk’s head forward severely.

      “No!” refused Corey.

      Judd locked his ankles together under the kid’s ballsack and jerked them upward.  “Scream!”

      “No!”

      Keeping his right foot under the large testicles to prop them up, the stud raised his left foot and took aim at the vulnerable balls.  “I said SCREAM!”  He slammed it into Corey’s gonads, savagely crushing them against his other foot.

      Corey reacted with a sickening cry of anguish.  “You dirty fucker!”

      To make matters worse, Judd kept his foot on the testicles and began grinding into them with his heel.

      “Ah!  No!” screamed Corey.

      Rob watched in horror as the heel rolled and squeezed and tortured the beautiful balls.  “Hey, that’s killin’ him, man!” he protested.

      “Fuck off!” shouted Judd angrily.

      Wide-eyed and helpless, Corey looked at Rob, silently begging him to do something.  Rob tried to pry Judd’s hands from the kid’s neck.  Enraged, Judd released Corey and lunged into his buddy, instantly throwing him to the ground on his back.  Quickly crawling to Rob’s side, Judd grabbed the guy’s cock with his right hand.  He yanked it forward, lifting the gonads into a perfect position for punching.

      “No!  No!” yelled Rob, attempting to push the stud away with his arms and legs.

      “Oh yeah!” replied Judd.  He pulled back his left arm, then smashed the fist squarely into Rob’s upraised balls.

      The blow spawned a pain so shattering that the guy’s legs flew off the ground involuntarily.  Yelping like an injured puppy, Rob saw Judd prepare for a second strike. “No!”

      “Since you won’t let me play with Corey’s nuts, I guess I’ll have to play with yours!”

      “Please, man, don’t hit ‘em again!”

      But Judd cocked his arm and fired off the ball-busting fist once more.  Its knuckles struck the gonads for only an instant, but to Rob it felt like they had embedded themselves permanently in his nutflesh.  The guy bucked wildly, trying to get away from the ferocious testicle-masher.

      Judd jumped on Rob’s stomach to hold him down for more.  He grasped the bottom of the ballsack firmly with his left hand.  This caused the gonads to stand up, side-by-side, exposing virtually all of their highly vulnerable surfaces to him.  “Now you’re gonna learn not to mess with me when I’m rasslin’ nuts!”

      Judd plowed his fist into the protruding balls with a raucous shout of satisfaction.  Rob’s frightening though sexy scream made Bill’s cock leap in excitement.  He picked up Corey’s feet and abruptly pulled them in opposite directions.  The sudden legsplit unleashed immediate and crotch-wrecking pain.  Corey grabbed his thighs.  Bill widened the split, doubling the pain.   Then he placed the bottom of his left foot onto Corey’s conspicuously displayed nutsack.

      “No!  Don’t do it!” yelled Corey, thrashing his arms deliriously to break free.

      “Settle down, dude!” grinned Bill.  “This won’t hurt very much.  I just wanna show ya what Montana cowboys do for fun!”  He pushed his foot into the powerless balls, flattening them against the groin.

      “Ah! Fuck!” screamed Corey.

      “Don’t move a muscle!” threatened Bill.  “Or I swear I’ll rupture ‘em!”

      The kid’s body froze in fear.

      “That’s better,” said Bill.  He began to rock his foot back and forth, ravaging one side of the balls, then the other.  “Yeah, this gets ‘em real good, doesn’t it!”

      Corey cried out in agony.

      Pre-cum started to ooze from Bill’s cock as he tortured the testicles.  “Oh yes!”  he said, throwing his head back to relish the moment.  He pressed harder into Corey’s nuts.

      The kid screamed again.  “No—please!  I’ll do anything you want!”

      Bill smiled.  “Anything?”

      “Fuck yes!  Anything!” he exclaimed, feeling the foot repeatedly squeeze his balls like sponges. 

      Bill deliberated.  “I think I’ll take you up on that.”  He let Corey’s legs fall to the ground.   “Up on your knees.”

      As Corey complied, Judd delivered  another massive punch to Rob’s balls.  The guy’s whole body jerked when the fist connected.  Corey didn’t see the blow, but Rob’s long, low scream clearly described where Judd had attacked him.

      Bill walked up to Corey and flexed his dripping cock.  “Suck me.”

      Corey backed away in apprehension.

      “Do it!” said Bill, “Or your nuts are history.”

      The kid came forward again and put his mouth around the rigid rod.  Bill adjusted his legs to a wide stance—his favorite position whenever he had Rob give him a blow job.

      “Yeah, you do that real fine, cowboy.”

     Corey felt powerful spasms of pleasure assault the tool as he sucked it.  Bill held the hunk’s blond hair with both hands, giving the ecstasy free reign over him.

      More screams from Rob distracted the hunk.  Judd now had begun to bludgeon the balls with several rapid strikes in succession—something that Rob couldn’t handle.  The guy’s frantic shouts left no doubt about that.  Corey decided that payback time had come.  He sank his teeth into the throbbing tool.

      “Ah!” screamed Bill.  “You fuckin’ shithead!”

      The hunk put more of his jaw into the cock scissors.

      “Help!” shrieked Bill to Judd.  “He’s gonna bite it off!”

      “Damn!” said Judd, annoyed that he had to interrupt Rob’s punishment.

      When Corey got up, Rob immediately clutched his battered balls.  Judd grinned down at him, his tool tingling in pleasure.

      Corey saw him coming.  He released Bill’s cock, jumped to his feet and nailed Judd’s nutsack with a lightning karate kick.  The big guy gasped and fell to his knees.  Corey scooped him up from behind and brought his back down across an outstretched leg.  Judd grunted as the kid horseshoed the muscular body over his leg, effectively holding it in place at the chin and knees.

      “You fucker!” shouted Judd, securely trapped in the backbreaker, and hating it.

      “Nice,” said Corey, admiring the stud’s awesome physique.

      While Bill tended his tooth-raked cock, Rob pulled himself up and crawled in front of Corey to witness the rare sight of Judd caught in a submission situation.

      “Keep him there,” requested Rob.  He spoke to his buddy.  “What’s the idea of rabbit-punchin’ my nuts, man?  Don’t ya know what that does to ‘em?”

      Judd didn’t respond.  He fought to free his acutely arched body, but to no avail.  Corey watched Judd’s tall, good-looking phallus move up and down, as though beckoning anxiously to his nearby mouth.  Corey couldn’t resist a taste of it.  He lowered his head and captured the bulbous tip.  Judd grunted loudly as the tongue tortured him with pleasure.  It rewarded Corey with a spurt of pre-cum.  The kid groaned in thanks, then disengaged.

      Rob pulled Judd’s legs apart further, feasting his eyes on the stud’s large, firm ballsack.  “Hold him tight,” he said to Corey.

      “You got it,” confirmed Rob.

      Rob made a fist.  “Now it’s my turn, dude!”  he said to Judd.

      Rob slammed his fist into the guy’s balls.  Judd cried out in pain.  His cock leaped up momentarily—out of pleasure, not from the impact of the ball-strike.  Corey captured its head again.

      Rob held his fist against the big gonads and nudged them.  “How’d that feel, buddy?  Ready for another one?”

      “No!” yelled Judd.

      Rob retracted the fist a few inches, then punched the nuts again.  Another load of pre-cum shot down Corey’s throat.  Corey signaled to Rob with a “thumbs up” to let him know what had happened.

      “So, you like getting’ your balls boxed.  Never knew that before,” observed Rob.  He walloped them a third time, then a fourth, then a fifth.  Then he lost count.

      Judd’s voice began to crack from the screaming.  His nuts ached, but his cockhead bristled with pleasure, giving up some of its juice after every strike.

      “I’m not stoppin’ til you shoot!” said Rob, uncorking a volley of quick, powerful blows to the nuts.

      Judd grabbed Corey’s arm as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.  Rob’s own cock reared up, anxious for attention.  The guy re-formed his fist and aimed at it the target.  “You gonna cum for me now?”

      “Yes!  Yes!  I’ll cum!” screamed Judd.

      Rob drove his knuckles into the ballflesh with much more strength than he needed to produce an orgasm.  Judd suddenly gripped Corey’s body and spread his thighs wide open.  With a shout of ecstasy he announced his sexy submission.  Judd’s juice roared upward and jetted into Corey’s mouth with incredible power.  The kid took hold of the big ballsack and squeezed.  Judd groaned as the added pleasure compelled his sperm-machine to keep pumping....

      Corey didn’t let go of his cock after  the orgasm.  He rubbed the sensitive head with his tongue, driving the stud out of his mind with pleasure.  At last he turned it loose and shoved the exhausted, musclebound body to the ground.

      “Shit man, that was awesome," said Rob, facing the hunk on his knees.  Rob’s outstretched tool pointed seductively at Corey.  The guy didn’t speak, but his yearning eyes said, “Get me, get me.”

      Corey, also on his knees, placed his left hand on the back of Rob’s neck.  He pulled it gently toward him until the guy’s head came to rest on his shoulder.  Corey embraced Rob tenderly, then reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock.  Rob grunted in joy as the fingers began to slowly and lovingly pleasure it.  He attached his left hand to Corey’s lower arm, imploring the hunk to continue.  He didn’t have to worry.  Corey had no intention of letting go.  For some reason, he felt very comfortable with Rob and wanted to give him as much pleasure as he could.

      “Oh yeah,” whispered Rob.  “Don’t stop.”

      “I’m enjoying this too much to stop," Corey said softly.

      Rob reveled in the pleasure of Corey’s jackoff style—slow, barely firm, yet definitely in command of his cock.  The more Corey massaged it, the longer the shaft became—at least, it felt that way to Rob.  The guy’s body started to tremble; a large load of pre-cum emerged from the juice-hole.  Rob put his arms around the hunk.

      “Easy, man.  Let’s make it last,” said Corey.

      Rob had to work at calming himself down:  he craved the cowboy’s sexy pulling and the tremendous pleasure it created.

      “I love your cock, man,” said Corey.

      Rob held the hunk tighter.

      Corey couldn’t see the guy’s tool as he worked on it, but his sense of touch told him more about the shaft than his eyes could.  “I love how it flexes when I do this…” he said, increasing the pressure on a particular spot just below the head as he jacked it.

      Rob grunted, elated by Corey’s growing familiarity with his shaft.  He wanted the hunk to think of it as his own, to discover all its secrets and weaknesses.  In the minutes that followed, Corey accomplished that.  He learned how to make the cock ooze more cum when he needed it, how to set off spasms inside it, how to accelerate its pulsing.  Only one thing remained to explore:  Rob’s ballsack.

      “Spread your legs," said Corey.

      Rob gladly did so.  Corey moved his other hand to the guy’s crotch and coiled his fingers around the waiting testicles.  Rob gasped, getting enormous pleasure simply out

of having his nuts inside the kid’s hand.  Corey stopped jacking and held the cock still to avoid an orgasm.  He waited, then began to check out the gonads.  He felt them tighten.

      “Great balls,” he said.  “Great Balls, Montana!” he added with a grin.

      The hunk’s words aroused Rob even more.  He kissed Corey’s shoulder.  Corey treated the gonads to some squeezes—short ones, moderately firm yet highly provocative.  The balls started to expand, along with Rob’s pleasure.

      “Yeah, make me some juice,” said Corey.

      He went to work in earnest, applying the squeezes continuously, in close succession.

      Every squeeze prompted the testicles to produce more cum.  The sensation thrilled Rob beyond belief.  It stirred up Corey’s juice as well:  he loved how boldly the balls reacted to what he did.

      “They’re gettin’ huge, man,” said Corey. 

      He put more muscle into the squeezes.  The testicles soon bulged with more juice than they could handle.  Rob groaned and clutched the kid’s handsome body.  Corey knew the guy couldn’t hold back much longer, and that any big squeeze would set off the orgasm.  He let Rob choose the launch site.

      “Balls or cock, dude?”

      “My balls.  Get my balls!”

      He spread his legs wider, preparing himself for the squeeze.  The hunk dug his fingers into the sperm-packed gonads with submission strength.

      “Yeah!” yelled Corey, crushing the guy’s juice-pump until it kicked into gear.

      “Ah!  Fuck!” cried Rob, unable to stop the tremendous onslaught of pleasure.  He gripped Corey passionately.

      The kid aimed Rob’s cock at his own.  “Get me wet, man!”

      Cum shot up the long tool and burst through the pleasure-hole.  Each ejaculation made Rob heave violently and utter a piercing outcry.  The shouts sounded like screams of intense pain, as though Corey were repeatedly driving a knifeblade into his crotch.  Rob held tightly to his assailant, giving him what he demanded, and craving every moment of it.

      “Yes!” yelled Corey, feeling the hot cum squirt onto his cock and gut.

      He continued to put enormous pressure on the testicles, forcing them to produce more of the youth’s virile essence.  Rob shrieked and pumped it out for him.  But the prolonged ejaculations began to weaken the guy and his grip on Corey became looser and looser.  The testicle claw gradually tamed Rob physically as well as sexually.  Corey felt the cock’s power jets diminish, but the spurts kept going.

      The shots began to come at irregular intervals.  Corey’s cock, now bathed in cum and anxious for its own orgasm, nudged Rob’s excited tool, urging it to keep firing.  Finally the rod had no more juice to surrender.  The hunk put a final, massive squeeze on the nuts to force any remaining cum out of them.  Rob gasped, feeling a few more drops fly from his cockhead.  The guy’s heaves and outcries went on for another minute or two as he tried to ejaculate non-existent juice.

      “Good job,” said Corey softly, thanking the balls with a gentle massage.  He re-examined them, checking on their post-orgasm size and texture.  “Awesome nuts, man.  Really awesome.”

      Rob smiled.  “We still on for tonight?”

      “You betcha!  There’s a lot more I wanna do to these babies,” he said, stroking the hard ballsack.  “But you’ve gotta rest a while.”  He looked at Bill.  “In the meantime, there’s somethin’ I gotta finish.”

      He carefully lowered Rob’s back to the grass and walked over to Bill.  “Now it’s your turn to suck!”

      He straddled the guy, ready to drop down on him.

      “No!” said Bill defiantly.  He quickly rolled over and started to crawl away.  Corey caught his feet and crossed the ankles in a figure-four.  He used his crotch to hold the ankles in place.  He crouched low in a very wide legspread and grasped both of Bill’s wrists.

      “Shit!” said the guy, unable to move.

      Corey pulled the wrists toward him, lifting his victim’s chest off the ground.

      “Ah!” shouted Bill.

      Corey locked one hand around the guy’s chin, then the other.  Flexing his biceps, he pulled back again, bowing the spine to the max.

      “I give!  I give!” yelled Bill.

      Corey released Bill’s legs, but maintained his double chinlock.  “Now I’m gonna give YOU somethin’!”  He lowered his knees to the ground and thrust his cockhead between the guy’s buttcakes.

      “No!” shouted Bill.

      “Yes!” replied Corey, slowly pushing his long pole up the warm ass.

      Bill gripped Corey’s arms.  Corey pushed until he had the whole rod inside the ass.  Then he started ramming it in and out with extremely rapid thrusts.

      “Yeah, get him!” said Judd, turned on by the way the kid fucked.  But watching him fuck and camel clutch a guy at the same time drove him even crazier with excitement.  He approached Corey and gave his beautiful, undulating ass a big slap, acknowledging the kid’s wrestling skill and also his spectacular masculinity. “Ride him!” he yelled, slapping the butt again and again.

      Corey loved the slaps.  The pleasure took off inside him like a pony at full gallop. Suddenly he held his cock motionless.  A look of ecstasy swept across his face.

      Judd knew what it meant.  “Flood his hole, man!” he shouted.

      Corey backed up his cock nearly to the hole’s opening, then drove it all the way in.  Bill and Corey grunted as cum exploded into the ass.  Paralyzed with pleasure, Corey kept his gut pressed against Bill while he unloaded his stud-juice.  Then he pulled back and shoved his entire sex-sword into the hole once more and held it there.

      “Fill it!” shouted Judd.  He pushed a finger into Corey’s butt.

      “Ah!” grunted Corey, overcome with more pleasure.

      Judd plunged his finger deeper into the hole.  Almost immediately Corey erupted in another wave of ejaculations.  Judd’s finger began to slide up and down inside him.  Corey pumped out the cum as though he’d stored it in his balls for a week.  The finger felt terrific, slowly fucking his ass in the rhythm of  his heaving.  After a while he realized that Judd’s rod had taken over the job.

      Too fatigued and pleasured to object, Corey released the camel clutch, pulled out of Bill and took a position over him on his hands and knees.

      “Thanks, baby!” said Judd.  “You’re so hot!”  He began to fuck Corey faster.

      Rob crawled up to Corey and looked at him with concern.  “Is he hurtin’ ya?”

      “It’s O.K.    Kiss me!”

      While the two tongues wrestled with each other, Judd’s huge cock reached the point of submission.  The stud screamed as it yielded to his agitated juice.

      Corey felt the cum shoot up his ass.  His cock reared its head, ready to explode again.  Rob grabbed it.  A single powerful bear hug turned the cum loose, blasting Bill’s tanned back with his pure white sex-cream…..

      Afterward the guys sprawled on the grass, temporarily out of energy.

      “Is anybody dead?” asked Judd comically.

      “I think we’re all still alive,” said Rob.  “I don’t know about Bill—he’s awful quiet!”

      “Shit, man, you really got my ass,” Bill said to Corey.  “It feels awful good, though!”

      “Welcome to the club, Corey,” said Judd.

      The hunk smiled.  “I’m in?”

      “Totally,” said Judd. 

      “The four of us are gonna have a lot of fun from now on,” said Bill.

      “I just thought of a great idea,” said Bill.  “Since we’ll be out of school soon, how about all of us roomin’ together?”

      “Sounds cool to me,” responded Judd.

      “I know a great place—my uncle’s ranch.  I’m sure he can give us a job there.  It’s a big spread,  and he’s always complainin’ about not havin’ enough cowhands,” said Bill.

      “Could we have our own bunkhouse?” asked Corey.

      “No problem.  But it might be a one-room deal.”

      “Eight big balls in one small room…” mused Rob.  “Think there’d be enough space?”

      “A couple of ‘em might have to be squeezed a little to fit in!” said Bill, glancing at Judd’s massive testicles.

      He and Rob and Corey grinned at each other, then simultaneously piled onto the muscleboy.

      “Fuck!” laughed Judd, as the three cowboys jammed their hands into his crotch.

(end)

© Ty Jordan