I Want It Again

Robbie, a gay wrestler, received a text message from a guy he never expected to hear from—Kyle, whom he had wrestled in a motel room tag team match, and defeated. The message said only four words, “I want it again.” Anyone reading that might think the guy simply wanted a re-match. But for Robbie it meant something else. Robbie had trapped Kyle in a tight, long-held leg split, and during it, he played with the guy’s balls until he made him cum inside his brief. That surprised everyone, especially Kyle, who had described himself as straight. But Robbie’s maneuver, however he managed it, spawned a pleasure in Kyle so different and outrageous that he had to submit to it sexually. At first it embarrassed him, then angered him. Finally, even though a gay guy had forced him to cum, Kyle became obsessed with the desire to feel Robbie’s unique hold again.

So the two young wrestlers met once more, this time at Robbie’s place. As they stripped down to just their underwear, Kyle started to get nervous. He adjusted his brief, while Robbie faced him on the mat in his intimidating and well-packed jockstrap. They shook hands and locked up. Robbie almost immediately caught Kyle in a side headlock, anchoring his face near the pouch of Robbie’s jock—his only view. Kyle’s arms encircled Robbie’s waist, with one hand resting only an inch from the top of Robbie’s jockstrap. Robbie kept the hold on a long time, giving Kyle plenty of opportunities for the guy to feel the vertical bulge in his pouch. Kyle did move the hand to different positions during the hold, but he never put it on Robbie’s jockstrap.

But after several minutes, Kyle’s curiosity, or his resistance, broke down and he started to feel the bulge.

“Yeah, feel it, buddy. That’s what you’ve wanted to do, right?”

“I guess so,” answered Kyle softly. “It seems weird to do this.”

“It doesn’t feel weird to me! It turns me on!”

Kyle ran his hand loosely up and down the rod, then moved it lower and gave the balls a feel through the pouch.

“Balls are sexy!” said Robbie.

“I didn’t think so until you got me in that leg split before and started messin’ with ‘em,” admitted Kyle.

“Man, that sure was fun!” Robbie scooped up Kyle in his arms. “Now I’m gonna have more fun!”

He dropped the guy down onto his outstretched thigh and held him that way with his left hand on the front of his neck and the right hand on his upper thigh. Kyle groaned as Robbie pushed down with both hands, bending the guy’s spine across his leg. Yet despite that obvious discomfort, Kyle didn’t submit, nor did he even try to get away from Robbie’s backbreaker.

“Your body looks hot stretched across my leg, dude.” He moved his right hand onto the front of Kyle’s brief. Robbie began to rub the brief gently, urging the dick underneath to harden. It couldn’t resist.

“Yeah!” whispered Robbie, feeling the guy’s dick quickly stiffening. “Didn’t you say you’re straight?”

“I am….or was…. I don’t really know what I am now.”

“Your cock sure likes me touching it. Your nuts, too.” Robbie kept rubbing the cock, making it harder and longer, while Kyle groaned softly as his pleasure grew in proportion. Soon the shaft reached its full length and hardness.

“When we wrestled before, I didn’t have a chance to check you out. Now’s the time.”

Robbie pulled the brief down with his right hand, and without any opposition from Kyle. Unrestrained by the brief, Kyle’s shaft rose to its natural position, hanging just above the guy’s rippled abs. Robbie first studied the handsome shaft with his eyes. Then he put his right hand gently around the warm muscle. Kyle grunted from the pleasure of the touch.

After a minute Robbie released the cock. But that wasn’t the end. He started to inspect parts of the tense, tough-minded tool with his thumb and first finger. He began with the stiff, round cockhead. As soon as Robbie touched the top of the excited head, Kyle’s whole body jerked. Robbie began to tease the head with the slightest possible taps and rubs. But no matter how delicate, each contact with the head produced a tingling in Kyle so powerful that the shaft jumped as high as it could—either trying to escape, or begging for more.

Kyle cried out in a loud, erotic voice. The cock’s tingling and upward leaping went on as Robbie worked his way down the shaft. Whenever he occasionally stopped to check a particular spot more carefully, the cock seemed stunned and didn’t move. By the time the fingers reached the guy’s ball sack, Robbie had the cock jumping high every few seconds. When he finished his inspection, he pulled the guy’s brief up again and let Kyle slide off of his leg and onto the mat.

Robbie took hold of Kyle’s arms, lifted his upper body and got behind him, bringing the guy’s back against his bent knee. As he pulled back on the arms, his knee pressed harder into Kyle’s spine. Kyle moaned quietly, but he made no attempt to escape from Robbie.

“You like a guy controlling you,” declared Robbie.

Kyle didn’t respond, but in his mind he agreed.

“So now you’re gonna submit to me!” Robbie pulled Kyle’s arms back with extreme force.

Kyle yelled, feeling his spine bending severely against the knee. “Yes! Yes! I give!”

Robbie dropped Kyle’s arms and sat again on both knees. He tenderly pulled the guy’s back against his chest and wrapped his arms around the wrestler in a loving way.

“You’re awesome, man,” whispered Robbie in Kyle’s ear. I’d like to do this every day.”

Robbie massaged the firm pecs as Kyle sighed in relief. Then the massaging hands began teasing the guy’s tits. But soon the fingers pinched into them, making Kyle yelp in pain. The double tit claw became a long, brutal squeeze. Kyle grabbed Robbie’s arms, but Robbie didn’t release the tits or let up on the intensity of the squeeze. He wanted another submission, and soon got it—a screaming one.

Robbie rewarded Kyle by rubbing and patting his chest and abs. But soon Robbie ’s hand went lower and began rubbing the brief covered cock. While Kyle gasped in pleasure, Robbie’s hand slid down to the guy’s hard balls and began stroking them.

“That feels so good,” said Kyle. “I’m sorry about hitting your nuts after the tag team match. Jeff talked me into it.”

“That’s what I figured. You didn’t hurt ‘em too much. I lived.” Robbie laughed.

Kyle grinned. “But to be fair, I deserve a payback for that!”

“Yeah, you’re right,” agreed Robbie.

Robbie slowly slid his right hand under Kyle’s brief and held the balls in a non-threatening way.

Kyle braced himself. “Do it.” He stroked the arm affectionately, expecting a move like Robbie had used to make him cum in that tag team match.

But Robbie surprised him. He suddenly squeezed, making Kyle cringe as he crushed into the balls. Kyle gasped and gripped Robbie as hard as Robbie squeezed his balls.

“Fuck!” he shouted, refusing to submit.

But the squeeze had him and both guys knew it. A few moments later Kyle submitted, tapping out on Robbie’s strong right arm.

Robbie ended the squeeze yet kept holding the balls.

“I deserved that!” gasped Kyle.

“I’m not finished yet.”

Robbie wrapped his fingers around just the right testicle and started to squeeze once more. Kyle became very frightened. His body stiffened as Robbie started to apply more pressure. Kyle quickly tapped out again on Robbie’s arm.

Robbie immediately released the hold. “Yeah, goin’ after one nut is fuckin’ scary!” He patted Kyle’s chest. “Good job, man.”

Getting that response from Robbie made Kyle feel like a long-lost buddy. He stoked Robbie’s arm.

Then Robbie took hold of the left testicle and started applying pressure to it in the same way. “I’m gonna see if I like this one better!”

“Ah!” gasped Kyle. He gripped Robbie’s arm in fear. He knew that the guy intended this as another test and this time Kyle wanted to pass it. He promised himself that he would not submit. Because Robbie squeezed the testicle inside Kyle’s brief, neither guy could see the kind of grip used on it. But Kyle’s reactions communicated a lot. The victim uttered sexy, whispered screams repeatedly. He spread his legs wider. He slowly lifted his ass again and again—maybe hoping to alleviate the pressure in some way. Robbie squeezed harder. Kyle couldn’t take it any longer and screamed out his submission.

“Damn, that was rough!” he gasped.

Robbie pulled his hand out of the brief and let Kyle fall to the mat on his back. He grinned and stroked Kyle’s gut. “Nobody can take it that long. You’re the toughest guy I know.”

What he said both pleased and surprised Kyle. But what happened next surprised him even more. Robbie leaned forward and kissed his chest. Even though that kiss came from a male, Kyle didn’t recoil from it. Instead, he reached up and put a hand on Robbie. Kyle’s cock also reached up, pushing into his brief.

Kyle didn’t need to say the obvious. He wanted more. So Robbie did. He slipped his hand inside the brief once more and gave Kyle a long demonstration in how to ball-wrestle a guy. Robbie applied an arsenal of squeezes and pulls to the balls that definitely made Kyle squirm. At first Kyle showed a lot of bravery by stubbornly resisting the urge to submit. But over the minutes, Robbie added more pressure bit-by-bit. The demo finally got to Kyle and he submitted with desperate gasps.

Despite the fact that most guys wouldn’t have lasted nearly as long as Kyle did, he didn’t want his contact with Robbie to end. “Give it to me again,” he said.

“Just what I hoped you’d say,” replied Robbie.

A pro with holds applied to balls, Robbie began to lock on new ones that he hadn’t tried on any other guy yet. Each hold challenged the balls in different ways. Kyle’s mouth remained open in apprehension during every alarming move that Robbie came up with. Yet the guy’s cock began to push against Robbie’s ball-squeezing arm as if thanking it for the excitement. Kyle held onto that arm like a frightened child, ready to tap out on it whenever the hold became too much for the guy. And he did always end up submitting at some point. Yet despite the endless moves on his balls, Kyle began to love the feel of Robbie’s hand inside his brief.

“Do they hurt, man?” asked Robbie.

“Yeah…. No…. I’m not sure. I’m more scared of the pressure on ‘em,” replied Kyle.

This opened up Kyle to conversing about the squeezes as Robbie applied them. Kyle began to ask him to repeat certain holds to see if he could extend his time before submitting. Robbie liked that idea. This back-and-forth dialogue continued for many minutes. The constant squeezes and submissions created a kind of symbiotic relationship between the two guys. Kyle trusted that Robbie would always end a hold when he submitted, and Robbie always did. It became an erotic game to them, an expression of mutual respect and even of affection.

Kyle thought about that interaction. He knew that when some guys wrestle for fun in private, ball-grabbing would not seem unheard of to them, or outrageous. After all, he had done it to guys and guys had done it to him many times. Maybe males, he thought, have always done it. Both Robbie and Kyle had grown up watching pro-wrestling shows, where they marveled at the toughness and flexibility of the wrestlers on display. But they also wondered why the most vulnerable part of a wrestler’s body seemed off limits in those fights.

As a reaction to that, when Robbie wrestled he began experimenting to find out how to best apply the most forbidden holds—the ones that pro wrestlers never use. Kyle, on the other hand, wanted to see what those holds really felt like and if he could survive them. But probably the most difficult goal for both guys became how to locate the right partner.

So when Robbie at last pulled his hand out of Kyle’s brief, Kyle felt almost disappointed. He held Robbie’s arm, hoping to pull it back inside the pouch. Robbie understood. He shifted his position and sat on Kyle’s thighs, facing him. He knew very well what Kyle wanted. And he would give it to him. It would become Kyle’s reward for becoming the kind of buddy Robbie had always wanted—for wrestling, for intimacy, for love, and for cum.

Robbie slipped his hands inside Kyle’s brief again and took possession of the guy’s testicles, one in each hand. Kyle twitched—this time not from fear but from the pleasure of Robbie holding his balls in his special way. Robbie began slowly and subtly moving the balls as he had done during the tag team match. But now with both hands at work inside his brief, the impact on Kyle doubled.

Kyle grunted as pleasure grew inside his shaft and balls. The cock longed for Robbie to touch it. But that didn’t happen. As a result, the rod pushed up into the brief, getting some pleasure from the brief’s tight, smooth fabric against it.

“You make me feel awesome, man,” whispered Kyle.

Robbie grinned. The alluring pleasure that Kyle felt increased at a pace far too slow for him. Robbie intended to do that—to torture him with it, to train him to hold back his desire to cum. Kyle propped himself up on his elbows, then fell back to the mat again, trying to cope with the pleasure. While Robbie slow-wrestled the balls, Kyle wrestled with himself—both craving the pleasure and fighting it at the same time. The guy gasped as his vocal chords became paralyzed, unable to express anything. Robbie gently rocked the hard balls between his fingers, demonstrating his mastery over them and over Kyle’s entire body.

Robbie made him squirm like hell. Kyle slammed his hand to the mat repeatedly as pleasure made him its slave. Robbie loved watching the guy struggle. He felt Kyle’s sack skin stiffen inside the brief—gradually, the way Robbie wanted it. A rapidly hardening sack meant a guy’s pleasure going out of control leading to an imminent orgasm. Robbie wanted to conquer Kyle as slowly as possible.

To add to his fun as he worked on the balls, Robbie occasionally used a finger to nudge the lowermost part of Kyle’s shaft, just behind the balls—biting his lower lip as he did so. Kyle gasped from the little surge of pleasure this caused. His eyes begged for more of it, but Robbie only half-smiled, carefully limiting the amount of pleasure he gave the guy.

Robbie saw a small drop of sperm appear, soaking through the top of the brief. Then another. The cock, and Kyle himself, couldn’t hold off his release of cum forever. So Robbie held the balls in a firm but motionless way, allowing the pleasure to rise on its own. Kyle’s eyes opened wide. The wrestler suddenly sat up and grabbed Robbie’s shoulders.

“Fill that brief!” said Robbie with authority.

A grateful look swept across Kyle’s face. The wrestler fell backward, slam-ming his back to the mat. He grunted as huge loads of cum started pumping from his excited cock, the first ones pushing through the thin brief. Kyle gripped the mat, stunned by the pleasure spams shooting through his shaft. Robbie held the balls throughout the long orgasm, feeling them tighten as they ejected their hot sperm.

When the orgasm ended, Robbie stripped off Kyle’s wet brief and kneeled beside him. He put a hand on Kyle’s heaving chest to try calming him down. That proved difficult. Kyle’s body occasionally rose from the mat and began thrusting the cock higher, as though madly fucking the air above it. No sperm squirted from the rod, but that didn’t seem to matter. Kyle felt a pleasure equal to what he felt when the first loads shot out. The thrusting and heaving and gasping went on so long that Kyle looked like a guy having a seizure that he couldn’t stop, or didn’t want to stop.

Robbie patted Kyle’s arms and rubbed his hand over the slippery, cum-covered abs. It took a while, but Kyle’s body finally sank to the mat again, yet with the cock still leaping up in the rhythm of an orgasm.

“Man, you unloaded more this time than when I got you in the tag team match—and that was a truckload of cum!”

“You don’t know how good it feels to have your hands around my balls!” said Kyle.

“Yeah, they can really take it.” Robbie held the sack in a hand and gave the balls a short reminder of his squeeze.

“Oh yeah,” groaned Kyle, loving it.

“A guy has to have the right kind of nuts for it, and you sure do!” Robbie grinned and released the hard sack.

“Can I come over tomorrow?” asked Kyle. “I wanna submit to you again.”

“Yeah,” replied Robbie. There’s a hundred ways I can make you do that.”

“Cool!” Kyle put his hand on Robbie’s thigh. That made his cock leap higher. “I don’t know why my cock’s jumpin’ so much.”

“Maybe your balls are already filled again.” Robbie bent his head down over the excited rod, opened his mouth and quickly closed it around the hot muscle. Kyle’s body jerked from unexpected rush of pleasure. The guy groaned as Robbie began to suck the thankful cock. But when Robbie lowered his head and took the whole shaft in his mouth, Kyle uttered a grunt so deep and sexy that he grabbed Robbie’s leg for support.

The shaft suddenly hardened. Then it began to pulse with great intensity. Kyle shouted in a deep voice as streams of sperm fired into Robbie’s throat. Unprepared for the sudden, second orgasm, it shook Kyle to his core. Robbie eagerly swallowed every load, while the cock got what it wanted and kept Kyle screaming like a teen having his first sexual experience.

After he had taken Kyle’s cum, Robbie continued to excite the cock by licking the head. Kyle laughed and cried simultaneously, but didn’t try to pull Robbie away.

“Just makin’ sure I got it all!” said Robbie.

“Shit! Shit!” gasped Kyle, not yet fully able to think or speak.

Robbie took the cock in his mouth again, not to suck, but to feel it pulsing. He kept there as Kyle’s breathing began to slow down.

“Oh man! Keep it in your mouth!”

Robbie did so, waiting for the cock to soften. But that never happened. The wonderful warmth of Robbie’s mouth kept it at attention. In a few moments it leaked some pre-cum, which Robbie savored. Kyle groaned, feeling a heightened pleasure when that happened. He stroked Robbie’s legs and butt. Cautiously, tentatively, he put his hand between Robbie’s legs and felt the balls, never having done that to another male. Robbie spread his legs wider to let him know that he liked it.

“Damn! You have big nuts, man! Bigger than mine….and really hard!” reported Kyle.

Robbie’s cock twitched as Kyle’s fingers examined and then held them. “Sometime you’ll have to give me lessons in how to wrestle nuts like yours.”

Robbie released Kyle’s cock. “Be glad to, buddy.” He licked the cock from top to bottom, making it jump—along with his own. “Do you still think of yourself as straight?”

“Hell no—not since you made me cum in the tag team match. Every time I jacked off after that I could only think of you.”

“There’s something else I gotta do, man,” said Robbie.

He rolled Kyle onto his stomach. He spit saliva into the crack of his ass and stretched out on top of him. His cock settled into the crack.

“Do it,” said Kyle, asking for something he never imagined he’d ever want a guy to do to him. Still, the guy’s body tightened in fear as soon as Robbie pushed the cockhead just inside his hole.

Robbie hugged and kissed him. “It’s O.K., man. Just relax.”

Kyle accepted that and groaned quietly as more of Robbie’s cock entered him. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Did you fantasize about me doing this?”

“Yeah. I wondered what your cock would feel like inside me. It hurts a little, but not as much as your nut-squeezing!”

Robbie grinned and began to fuck him very slowly. He gripped Kyle as his shaft swelled in pleasure. Kyle could feel the shaft expanding, hardening, heating up.

“I’m close, dude,”

Kyle held Robbie tighter. The rising pitch of Robbie’s voice told Kyle exactly when he would cum. A loud grunt and a forward push triggered the climax. Hearing Robbie’s pleasure groans made Kyle feel really good. He liked being part of his buddy’s maximum pleasure.

When Robbie pulled out of the ass, he fell on his back alongside Kyle, exhausted. Kyle ran his hand across Robbie’s chest, gut and muscular thighs. Thrilled at the idea of fondling another guy’s body for the first time, he celebrated by kissing Robbie passionately. Kyle felt relieved when Robbie put an arm around his shoulder.

Robbie smiled. “That was awesome, man!”

Kyle stared at Robbie’s tall shaft and finally took hold of it. “Damn! This is beautiful!”

“Keep it in your hand as long as you want….” Robbie reached over and locked Kyle’s balls in his hand. “….as long as I can keep these!”

(end)