How to Get a Roommate

Derek interviewed a lot of university students who responded to his ad for a roommate. Many of the guys had great bodies and a great ability to talk their way into something that looked good to them. But Brad impressed Derek the most. Although a rather quiet and unassuming athlete, he had striking physical char­acteristics—thick, reddish blond hair, a narrow waist and very broad shoulders. His body-hugging Levi’s displayed strong thighs and an ass you instantly wanted to grab. They also hugged a great set of balls and a long, upright dick. Ob­viously, Brad didn’t need to say very much to get himself noticed.

“I’m a wrestler,” explained Derek, glancing frequently at Brad’s crotch as he spoke. “I need a guy to work out with in my wrestling room downstairs.”

“What style?” asked Brad.

“Submission,” answered Derek.

“I haven’t wrestled much. I’m a runner,” replied Brad. “But I could give it a shot—I like your place and the rent is O.K.”

As Derek talked about his wrestling experience, including some erotic video matches he’d done, Brad’s attention wandered. He found himself staring at Derek’s shorts and the large, jockstrap-covered testicle that partially stuck out of one leg opening.

Derek didn’t miss the stare. “Anything you want to ask?”

“How big…I mean, how long are your workouts?” he asked, trying to get back to reality.

“They vary. I can be flexible, depending on your energy level. I want to practice holds, try new ones—stuff like that.” Derek paused. “How about wrestlin’ for a few minutes right now? If you can handle it, you can have the room.”

“Now?” said Brad hesitatingly. “Well, I guess I can do that.”

He followed Derek down into a room that had a sprawling mat and a big poster of two bikini-clad wrestlers. While Brad stopped to look at the poster, Derek slipped off his sneakers and shorts. Brad turned around to see something even sexier than the picture—Derek’s ripped body and a jock pouch that had to stretch to contain all the equipment underneath it.

“Loose the jeans and let’s go,” instructed the wrestler.

Brad removed his running shoes and peeled down his Levi’s. The athlete’s round buns and powerful legs turned Derek on instantly. The wrestler pulled Brad toward him and immediately into a bear hug. Brad had seen pro wrestlers bear hug each other many times. The hold captivated him, but always looked like the guys used very little pressure when applying it. Derek surprised him by doing just the opposite. Brad soon became short of breath. Derek spread his legs into a wide stance and increased the pressure. The athlete gasped.

“Yeah!” said the wrestler, crushing the handsome body against his own.

Brad gasped again. The hold seemed to squeeze the life out of him, bit by bit. He began to feel light-headed. He knew he couldn’t go on. “I give. I give!”

Derek lessened the pressure but kept his arms around the guy’s waist. Brad steadied himself and shook his head to regain full consciousness.

“Not bad, man,” complimented Derek. “Most guys can’t take it that long.” He finally let go. “Now, bear hug ME and I’ll show you an escape.”

The athlete wrapped his arms around Derek.

“Be sure you have a good grip before you start squeezin’,” advised the wrestler.

Brad checked his grip, widened his stance, then applied as much pressure as he could.

Derek didn’t make a move right away—he liked feeling his cock harden against the athlete’s body. Presently he put a hand under Brad’s chin and began to force the guy’s head backward. Brad tried to maintain the pressure on Derek’s waist, but it became increasingly difficult. The wrestler gradually made him take reverse steps until a wall halted him. Brad’s arms dropped to his sides. Keeping the athlete’s head tilted back against the wall, Derek plunged his open right hand into Brad’s gut. The guy yelled as he felt Derek’s fingers dig into him.

Derek released the chin lock and let the guy double-over, but remained de­cisively in control with the claw. The wrestler used it to pull him down to the mat. There, flat on his back, Brad watched Derek lean toward him, intensifying the hold considerably. Groaning in pain, he saw the long bulge in Derek’s jock­strap push out farther and farther. Little wonder: Derek had the claw position­ed so low that most of his fingers lay underneath the waistband of Brad’s jock. The athlete’s dick started to stiffen and reach toward the fingers.

“I give!” shouted Brad, submitting before his cock could make contact with the claw hand.

Derek let go and rolled the guy onto his stomach. He grabbed Brad’s arms and hammerlocked them. Holding both arms in place with his left hand, he put his right on the beautiful ass. He offset the discomfort of the double hammer by distracting the guy with a few friendly butt slaps. Then he began to caress the curving buns. In a short time he had covered every inch of them.

“Hey, man, are you a queer or something?” asked Brad.

“Yeah, I thought you’d figured that out,” replied Derek, smoothing his hand around the incredible ass.

“Oh shit!” said Brad.

“How about you?” asked Derek, still fingering the perfectly-shaped buns.

For years the athlete had not wanted to confront himself on this question. His overtly masculine appearance and demeanor always kept the real Brad well hidden from everyone—even from Brad himself. But Derek’s hand ignited so much unexpected pleasure in him that he couldn’t utter a denial. His ass began to move involuntarily as the wrestler massaged it.

“Your body knows,” said Derek. “You’re just like me. Right?”

Unable to move, Brad had to face the issue squarely for the first time. “Shit,” he said again, only now in a whispering, dejected voice. “I...I guess I am.”

“Don’t worry about it, man,” reassured Derek. “Just enjoy it.” He caressed the buns lovingly, but with greater firmness.

Brad began to relax, allowing himself to absorb the affection. Before long Derek had him groaning in pleasure.

“Damn, you’ve got a terrific ass,” said Derek.

“You’ve got a terrific touch,” Brad responded.

The wrestler started to tickle and tease the butthole. Then he pushed a fingertip inside it. Brad suddenly became motionless, stiff with fear.

“It’s O.K.,” said Derek. “I’ll take it slow.” He pushed deeper.

The athlete gasped as he felt the finger gradually fill his virgin ass. Once Derek had it buried up to his knuckle, he gave the kid a few minutes to get used to the sensation.

Nevertheless, Brad still objected to its presence. “Take it out, man,” he said.

“I think you like it there,” countered Derek. He wiggled the finger, causing Brad to grunt. “Still want the room?”

“Yeah, but….”

“Then you gotta handle the requirements,” interrupted Derek. He wiggled the finger again. “You’re not gonna quit on me, are ya?”

Brad delayed before answering. “No,” he finally said apprehensively.

“Good choice.” The wrestler withdrew about half of the finger, paused, and suddenly shoved it back up the ass.

“Ah!” yelled Brad.

“You’re doin’ real good, man,” said Derek. “It’s only the beginning. So relax, O.K?”

“O.K.,” groaned Brad.

Derek rammed him a second time, and a third, and a fourth. Each time it seemed to Brad like the wrestler plunged deeper into his butt. The finger continued to attack at irregular intervals, always catching Brad unprepared. Eventually Derek settled into some gentle probing and caressing. Then pulled his finger completely out of the athlete.

“Tough ass.” He rubbed his hand over the buns. His finger soon returned to the butthole, however, and pushed inside as if it had forgotten to do some­thing. This time Brad didn’t flinch or object.

A few minutes later Derek released the hammerlock as well as the fuck hole. He rolled Brad onto his back. His eyes widened when he saw the jockstrap. The athlete’s fully hardened cock had stretched the fabric radically, and also had spit pre-cum into it more than once. Brad stared at Derek’s jock, which looked the same way.

Derek smiled. “Guess we have something else in common.” He moved between Brad’s thighs and spread them apart until he had the guy in a painful split.

“Fuck,” groaned Brad, grabbing his inner thighs.

“I wanna see how you jack it off.”

“What the....”

“You heard me, man. Do it.” He pushed the legs further apart to let the guy know he meant business.

“Ah! O.K., O.K!” Brad pulled the jock aside, exposing his cock and balls to the wrestler. The unstrapped cock leaped up, eager for a workout.

“Nice, real nice,” whispered Derek to himself, admiring the long, straight rod and large nuts. He watched closely as Brad put both hands to work, one jacking the top half of the rod slowly, the other squeezing his balls. During the jackoff, Derek let go of Brad’s legs and slipped off the athlete’s cum- moistened jockstrap. Then he removed his own.

After a while, he pulled Brad’s hands away. “My turn.” He gripped the guy’s ballsack and rod. Brad groaned in pleasure merely from the feel of Derek’s fingers around them.

“Oh god!” said Brad as the wrestler began to imitate the guy’s way of handling his balls and cock.

“Gonna show me your cum?” he asked, seeing the pleasure building in Brad’s face.

“It feels so fuckin’ good! Don’t stop, man!”

A shot of pre-cum flew from the cockhead as Derek jacked it. Overwhelming ecstasy welled up in the stud. He spread his legs wide. “Yeah, squeeze it outa me!”

Derek made him squirm like hell. He slowed the jacking pace, but at the same time applied tremendous muscle power to the cock—more than he had ever dared to use on a guy. The athlete writhed and gasped as pleasure became torture and torture became pleasure. His rod turned to stone, challenging Derek to squeeze harder. The wrestler held nothing back. His biceps bulged as he drove the cock toward a submission.

“I’m gonna cum!” yelled Brad.

Seconds later, the cock erupted in huge, heavy loads. Brad slammed his hands to the mat over and over while his white cream shot upward, then splashed down onto his chest.

“Yeah! Shoot it all!” demanded Derek.

He kept jacking and ball-squeezing long after the initial explosions, forcing every last drop from the gasping, exhausted athlete….

“Fuck, that was awesome,” groaned Brad as the wrestler continued to fondle the balls. Remaining firm and heavy, the nuts turned Derek on in a big way. He examined each one carefully, probing at times in various places.

Brad smiled. “You like ‘em, don’t ya.”

“A lot.”

“Then do I get the room?”

“Probably, when we’re finished.”

Brad propped himself up in surprise. “But I’m beat, man,” he said, looking at the cum all over his chest.

Derek let go of the guy’s balls and moved alongside him. “I’m not,” replied the wrestler, putting a leg behind Brad’s butt and the other across his gut.

Thinking Derek wanted his cock jacked, Brad reached for the outstretched rod. But before he could get hold of it, Derek locked his legs together violently. Brad’s jaw dropped open as the scissors knifed into his narrow waist. He lifted his hands from the mat and grabbed the upper thigh. “No!” whispered the athlete, feeling the tree-trunk legs dig into him.

“Yes!” responded Derek, slamming Brad to the mat with the scissors. With the guy now on his back, the wrestler proceeded to squeeze the shit out of him. Derek’s cock oozed with cum as he made the guy pound the thigh for release.

“I give! Please! I give!” gasped Brad.

Derek let the guy breathe normally for a while, then dug his thighs into him once more. Sapped of energy and cum, Brad stayed flat on his back, trying to withstand the crushing impact of the wrestler’s lethal thighs. Derek made him suffer dearly.

During another time-out, he took hold of Brad’s hard nuts and rewarded his captive with some extreme massages.

“Oh yeah,” grunted Brad. Not knowing how long Derek would wait until he unleashed more scissor torture, Brad decided to gather what strength he had left and try to get out of the hold. He suddenly started to twist his body and simultaneously try to pry the wrestler’s legs apart. Derek grinned, allowing Brad to twist only enough to turn himself over. Then he re-applied the pressure.

“Shit!” groaned Brad, now trapped chest-down in the escape proof scissors.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere!” stated Derek. His thighs squeezed like a giant steel wrench. Soon he had the guy coughing and gasping for air again.

“Yeah, take it!” said Derek, encouraging the athlete to hold out as long as he could.

Brad tried. He somehow fought back every urge to submit. But no one could survive Derek’s body wrench indefinitely.

“Fuck,” gasped the rapidly weakening hunk. “I can’t….I can’t breathe....”

The wrestler gave Brad a final squeeze that nearly blacked him out. He unlocked his legs and pulled away, leaving the athlete on his stomach, gulping air. Derek crawled to the side, then brought his left knee down across Brad’s lower back, just above the ass. Sitting on the folded leg to keep Brad from moving, he slid his right hand all over the athlete’s buns.

“Good job,” he said. “Real good.” He rubbed the soft butt until Brad began to respond with grunts of pleasure.

“Spread your legs,” he said at last.

The guy did as ordered. Derek reached down between them and wrapped his fingers around the hard testicles. Brad liked the feeling, but not Derek’s next words.

“Now we’re gonna find out just how tough your balls are,” said the wrestler.

Derek began to pull the ballsack out of Brad’s crotch. He stretched it beyond the butt, then upward, where he had a clear view of the handsome nuts. Derek loved working on balls from this position. It seemed to give him the best leverage and a feeling of absolute control over a guy. He pulled the gonads up, seeing how far he could go before Brad yelled. He went amazingly far. Impressed and exhilarated, the wrestler lowered the balls somewhat and re-applied the upward pull. To keep Brad from raising himself to ease the pressure on his balls, Derek pushed down hard on the guy’s ass with his left hand while he stretched the nutsack up with his right. He began a new pull every ten or fifteen seconds, trying to go a little higher on every repe­tition.

“Is your cock oozin’ yet, buddy? Mine is!” said Derek. He made the guy feel each scary pull as drops of his pre-cum fell occasionally onto Brad’s butt.

The athlete prayed that his balls would survive the prolonged, extraordinary pressure. “You’re wreckin’ ‘em, man—they can’t take any more!”

“Wanna bet your room on it?”

Brad froze as Derek put another incredible stretch on his ballsack. But despite their terrifying nature, the repeating pulls also had an arousing effect. Brad felt undeniable pleasure along with the pain. “No bet,” he finally answered, reluctantly.

The wrestler continued working on the balls, enjoying the stud’s frequent, loud grunts. Derek’s own pleasure grew more and more powerful. He felt his cum pushing for release. To prevent an orgasm, he let go of Brad’s balls and waited a few moments for the pleasure to subside. He moved between Brad’s legs.

“Up on your hands and knees.”

Brad complied, keeping his legs in a wide split. Derek gazed at the low-hanging balls for a long time, then began to finger them.

“What are ya gonna do?” asked Brad.

“Check for damage,” joked Derek.

The ball massaging felt extremely good to the thankful athlete.

“Want your room rent-free?” asked Derek.

“Really? Fuck yes! How do I get a deal like that?”

“Just stay where you are and don’t move.”

The wrestler put his cockhead against the guy’s butthole.

“Oh shit!” exclaimed Brad. “It’s too big for me!”

“You can do it, man.” Derek eased the stiff head into the unresisting hole. Brad groaned as the long shaft slid into him, eventually burying its full length in his ass. Instead of immediately fucking him, Derek moved his hands under Brad and clutched the guy’s cock with both hands.

Thrilled over having his rod at last locked in a good jackoff hold, Brad grunted in satisfaction. Derek soon gave him a lot more pleasure. He started the jackoff in typical fashion, then abruptly switched gears. The wrestler gave Brad’s sex muscle a rough workout: he shook it back and forth, he applied sudden downward jerks, he attacked it with sharp squeezes and forward pulls—anything to make the cock give him the prize: the athlete’s milky maleness.

The shaft quickly became super rigid, ready to shoot. “I give! I give!” yelled Brad.

Derek held the shaft steady with his left hand and squeezed the pleasure-sensitive cockhead with his right. Brad screamed as his maleness shot up through the overheated rod. He pushed the cockhead into Derek’s palm and began to unload his cum in long, sizzling bursts.

“Yeah! Give it to me!” shouted the wrestler, massaging the exploding cock and coating it with fresh cum at the same time.

Brad almost gave him more stud-milk than he knew what to do with. Derek spread it generously onto the stiff, enlarged balls with his left hand. The guy grunted from this enticing sensation. Suddenly Derek put a tight squeeze on the testicles. Brad gasped, hit by an unexpected and intense rush of new pleasure. A few seconds later his cock started shooting more hot juice between the wrestler’s fingers.

“Yeah, pump it!” yelled Derek, continuing to squeeze.

Brad obeyed, emptying the balls into his buddy’s hand, drop by drop.

Derek’s own pleasure had reached a peak. He began to wrestle the guy’s ass with his cock.

“Ah! Do it! Fuck me!” shouted Brad.

As Derek repeatedly plowed into him, both guys’ pleasure multiplied by the second. The wrestler’s long, plunging thrusts kept Brad groaning and begging for more. Derek’s nuts hardened. It felt to him as though his rod became longer by the second, reaching farther and farther into the stud. The cock craved to inject the tight ass with rassler-juice—not only to conquer Brad, but to make him his own.

“Yes!” said Brad breathlessly.

Derek felt the athlete’s cock stiffen and prepare to fire yet again as he fucked him.

“Give it to me!” yelled Brad.

The wrestler could no longer control his raging juice. He pushed Brad’s body down flat on the mat with his shaft as the sizzling semen roared through it. Shouting in ecstasy, he started to machine-gun his sperm into the athlete’s sexy hole.

“Ahhh!” yelled Brad, feeling his own cock let loose. “Fuck me! Don’t stop!”

The wrestler gave him what he wanted. He continued to spike the ass, injecting it with a big load of cum at every thrust.

“Yeah!” gasped the stud, still spurting his own cum.

Derek kept pleasuring Brad’s hole long after he had shot the athlete with his final squirts. Grunting in pleasure and fatigue, Brad caressed the muscular body stretched out on his back. “Your cock feels so good in my ass.”

Derek responded by kissing and nibbling the stud’s ear.

“Do I get the room?” asked Brad wearily.

“You get more than that, buddy. You get me, too,” whispered Derek.

“You mean it?”

“Yeah, dude—exclusively. If you want that.”

“Fuck yes!” replied Brad, rejuvenated by the sudden commitment.

Derek gave him a big thrust with his rod. “But you’ll have to get used to my cock in your ass all the time.”

“I can do that!” said Brad, smiling.

The wrestler plunged his cock into the gorgeous butt to prove his point.

“Ah!” yelled Brad.

Derek’s ‘nads began to bulge in excitement. Fresh sperm boiled inside them, aggressively pushing against the ballsack for release.

“Get me again!” said Brad. He suddenly tightened his ass around the wrestler’s thick rod.

“Ah!” cried Derek, feeling his cock swell in pleasure from the surprise attack.

“Shoot it deep!” grunted the athlete.

Derek gasped in ecstasy as Brad squeezed the shaft again with his hole.

“Fuck!” cried the wrestler, gripping Brad in a pleasure that had become too strong to resist. He knew the athlete’s butt would soon force a submission from his frantic cock.

Brad grinned. He would make sure that happened. In fact, he planned to make his new roommate submit to him a lot in the future.

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