Late Night Sperm Fight

Angelo and Ethan had seen—and admired—each other a few times at the bars, but had not yet struck up a conversation. But that changed. On one occasion friends of both guys had disappeared in the bar crowd and the two found themselves dancing together. Ethan again took notice of the hot Italian’s curly black hair, his broad, square shoulders, and of course, the conspicuous bulges in the snug, creamed-colored pants he wore. As they danced, Ethan nudged and bumped into him deliberately. Finally seeing a chance, he reached out a hand and gave Angelo’s long bulge a feel. The Italian smiled, widening his stance to show it off.

Angelo had encouraged the move: he wanted to get closer to the tall, younger guy with the wild blond hair. Entranced by the strong, steady beat of the music, he soon put a hand on Ethan’s crotch-tight jeans, and helped himself to a sustained check of the stud’s rod—and his balls as well. The guys grinned, realizing they both had bigger than average equipment. The dancing continued, and during it, Ethan gave Angelo’s stiff cock a little punch.

“Oh, so you want some sexy boxing!” smiled the Italian, undisturbed by the strike.

“Yeah, but more wrestling than boxing,” added Ethan.

“Wrestling is the best! I love it!” admitted Angelo.

Ethan looked down at the guy’s crotch and saw a moistened spot near the tip of his cock. “Hey, I punched something outa you!”

Angelo laughed. “Lucky punch!” He made a fist and playfully threatened to even the score with Ethan. But Ethan took a step backward, out of range, just in case.

“Maybe we wrestle sometime, so I can payback you?” asked Angelo.

“Sure, anytime,” replied Ethan. “I like your accent. Are you visiting here from Italy?”

“I lived here in the city since college, so I have citizenship now. College was great; I saw many handsome guys to wrestle with! Some I did, but they were all straight. Too bad for them!”

Ethan laughed. He noticed that the moistened spot on the guy’s pants had become larger. “How about you and me wrestling tonight?”

Angelo seemed surprised. “You ready? It’s late, but good! Bene! At my place, OK?”

When Ethan arrived at Angelo’s small house, he liked the guy’s basement “fun” area, complete with workout equipment and a wrestling mat. Just seeing it made Ethan horny. Angelo stepped close to blond stud, put a hand on his Levi-covered cock-bulge and gave the already aroused muscle a serious squeeze that didn’t stop.

Ethan couldn’t avoid flinching. This guy meant business. Angelo grinned as he tightened the squeeze. “Can you take it?” he asked, sadistically.

“Sure!” boasted Ethan, but his face revealed the intense pain in his cock.

Intimidating the blond hunk even more, Angelo brought his face extremely close to Ethan’s—close enough to kiss him—and squeezed harder.

The agony made Ethan’s mouth open automatically. In desperation he grabbed Angelo’s rod. He had an advantage squeezing through the Italian’s super-thin pants. Angelo hid his pain well, but Ethan knew the squeeze got to him. It did more: it forced the Italian’s cock to release another squirt into his pants, a bigger one than before. Angelo released Ethan’s cock and submitted, rather than risk a sudden orgasm.

Ethan gave the Italian’s cock several quick victory rubs, then let go. “If we had a loser-cums-first match, you’d lose!”

Not worried, Angelo grinned. “Let’s go for it—in oil!”

Ethan didn’t expect that response. The format seemed too good to be true—wrestling the hot, slicked-up Italian, plus taking his juice as well. Ethan readily agreed.

The guys stripped down to their underwear—a skimpy white brief for Ethan and a red thong for Angelo. The Italian took a bottle of oil from a shelf and each guy started to oil himself. Angelo greatly tempted Ethan by spending a lot of time oiling his cock and balls inside the thong. While doing this he also kept his eyes on the blond stud, enjoying him massage oil over his strong arms and legs. When Ethan slipped a hand under his brief, the Italian said, “Be sure to oil that cock good, so I can win right away!”

Ethan pointed to Angelo’s wet pants. “I may not need any oil on yours to make you cum.”

He did have some misgivings about the match, however. He had never oil-wrestled before, and he knew that to win, he would have to use holds that not only tied up Angelo’s limbs, but ones that also allowed him a free hand to jack the guy off. He thought of holds like a single leg Boston crab, a half Nelson, a leg split, or even various kinds of scissor holds. In addition, oiled bodies would make a victory even more difficult.

Angelo wondered about the outcome also. After all, his cock had released some sperm just from a brief physical contact with Ethan. What would happen if the blond hunk got hold of his rod for a longer period? His cock already pushed his thong way out, begging for attention.

Ethan loved the sight of it. “Is that oil or cum soaking your thong?” he said in a humorous tone. “One big squeeze and you’re finished!”

The two began by locking up in a referee’s hold. Even that proved tricky to maintain with their oiled hands. Both guys looked down at each other’s raging cocks, eager to get at them.

Suddenly Ethan slid an arm free and instantly went for Angelo’s shaft. He got his fingers around it and put a crushing squeeze on the muscle, making the Italian cry out—Ethan couldn’t tell if from pleasure or pain. Overconfident, he failed to see Angelo’s hand, which grasped the waistband of his brief and started to pull it down. Ethan had to free the cock to keep the Italian from stripping him. As Ethan pulled his brief up, Angelo saw an opportunity and stepped behind him. The Italian encircled his strong arms around Ethan’s waist and went for a reverse bear hug.

The hold quickly robbed Ethan of air, and also hurt his sides greatly. Angelo specialized in the bear hug. He knew how to make it hurt, especially from behind. He enhanced the hold by forcing his fist-like, interlocked hands deeply into Ethan’s lower gut, causing the victim to lose air rapidly and to focus on trying to regain his breath. But Angelo’s real intent centered on the blond stud’s cock. While maintaining the reverse bear hug, he reached the fingers of his right hand down inside the skimpy brief and onto Ethan’s rod.

“Ah!” groaned Ethan as his opponent’s fingers hooked onto the shaft.

Angelo wasted no time. He eased the cock upright, preparing it for a pleasure workout. With more than half of Ethan’s long shaft now exposed above the brief’s waistband, the Italian started to jerk it toward a submission.

A wave of pleasure transformed Ethan’s face.

“Yeah!” whispered Angelo. “Feel the pleasure. Give in to it!”

Ethan than knew he had to escape, yet the hypnotic pleasure he felt from Angelo’s jacking made him delay—an understandable distraction, but one that could cost him the match.

Angelo increased the speed of his jackoff. Ethan groaned again—not only from the cock work, but also from the sexy feel of Angelo’s arms around him. He knew he couldn’t focus on the pleasure if he wanted to win. After some difficulty, and with the oil’s help, he managed to slide his right arm out of Angelo’s grip. He then grabbed Angelo’s jacking hand and succeeded in pulling it off his cock. But he couldn’t maintain the hold on Angelo’s slick hand; the Italian quickly freed it and went back to jacking Ethan’s rod.

“Now I finish you,” whispered Angelo. “Your cock wants it!”

Ethan had few options. He bent his right arm and jabbed the elbow backward violently into Angelo’s side. The Italian cried out in pain and stopped jacking. But he still held the cock firmly. Ethan kept jabbing until Angelo released both the bear hug and the excited cock.

Now frustrated, Angelo gave Ethan a hard kick in the gut. Ethan bent forward. The Italian attached his fingers to Ethan’s brief again and this time yanked it with all his strength. The elastic waistband made a cracking sound as it ripped apart.

“I’m gonna get you, man!” threatened Angelo, tearing the brief off his victim.

Angelo quickly moved behind Ethan, reached between his legs and grabbed the stud’s balls. Ethan yelled in pain as Angelo applied a major stud-taming squeeze.

“On your knees!” ordered Angelo.

Ethan hesitated, but a tightening of the squeeze made him comply.

“On your hands too!” roared Angelo.

Ethan again did as ordered.

With the guy now down on both hands and knees, Angelo was ready to pay him back for the side-jabbing. The Italian rested his chest and head on Ethan’s back. Curling his right arm around his victim’s waist to hold him steady, he re-gripped the guy’s balls with his left hand—this time from a frontal, reverse bear hug position. Ethan screamed as Angelo crushed into the testicles harder than before.

“Bastard!” yelled Ethan, trying to pull the hand off his balls.

But Angelo only intensified the squeeze. Yelping in pain, Ethan attempted to crawl forward. But Angelo put an end to that by suddenly pulling the ball sack down. Ethan immediately froze in agony.

“O.K., I give—let go!”

Angelo didn’t reply. He continued the squeeze-pull. Whenever Ethan tried a new tactic to escape, Angelo retaliated by increasing the pressure on his balls. But after several minutes of repeated attempts and submissions, Ethan gave up the fight and offered no further resistance. To break down Ethan further, Angelo periodically squeezeed the balls in a different and extreme way. The blond hunk shouted in pain each time that happened.

Ethan lost track of time. At one point, he felt the Italian’s right hand checking his shaft.

“You ready to shoot for me now?” asked Angelo.

“Never,” gasped Ethan. Suddenly, a more frightening pain attacked his balls. Ethan tilted his head back in agony as Angelo’s fingers dug into his manhood like spikes. The shock of it made Ethan unable to scream or speak or gasp.

“This will make you shoot for me!” said Angelo, keeping his spikes in the nuts.

Ethan grit his teeth and dropped his head low, trying to handle the pain.

The Italian re-checked the shaft with his right hand. Now he found it harder. The rod also jumped in excitement and even spurted some fluid. “No pain, no gain,” said Angelo, smiling. He adjusted the ball grip slightly, enclosing the bottom of Ethan’s shaft with his thumb like a cock ring to hold it motionless. Then, using only two finger-tips of his right hand, he began to slowly rub the oily underside of the cock head with a feather-light touch.

Ethan cried out, this time from a pleasure that went beyond the imaginable. “No!” he yelled. His shaft swelled. His cum tube stiffened, ready for the sperm that would lose him the match. “No! No!” he pleaded.

“You can’t stop it, man.” Angelo continued to terrorize the cock head with slow, relentless rubs that drove Ethan out of his mind with pleasure.

It didn’t take long for Ethan’s breathing to become faster, deeper. His gut started to heave. “You got me!” he groaned, feeling the orgasm approach.

Angelo gave the cock head a few more killer rubs, then held the shaft steady as his handsome victim gave him what he wanted. Angelo expertly caught most of the cum in his right palm, while the two stroking fingers held the squirting cock in place. Ethan grunted both in pleasure and in defeat throughout the long orgasm. Afterward, he couldn’t move and remained on his hands and knees, out of breath.

Angelo, staying in position on Ethan’s back, put his cum-filled hand around the throbbing, feverish rod and slowly fondled it. The sensation made Ethan grunt again. But when Angelo started to seriously jack off the cock, Ethan screamed and tried to get away. The Italian held him tightly around the waist with his left arm to prevent any escape. Neither the cock nor Ethan could stand the post-orgasm pleasure. In a matter of seconds, Angelo’s violent milking made the rod submit again in loud screams and big spurts.

“That’s two for me!” said Angelo. He disengaged, moved to the side and bent down to watch his victim’s cock continue to jerk in ecstasy. He put a hand on Ethan’s ass and caressed it. A couple of hard butt slaps produced an unexpected result: Ethan’s cock spit out a couple of final, sizable squirts that Angelo saw shoot onto the mat.

“Hey sexy, I guess you like more than one orgasm!” said he Italian.

“You fucker, that wasn’t fair,” groaned Ethan. “I’m gonna make you pay.”

“You want another cum fight? First you need a rest, buddy!” Angelo put a foot on Ethan’s back and pushed down, pressing the guy’s stomach to the mat and into his spent cum. The added humiliation angered Ethan, particularly when Angelo’s foot kept him down while the victor flaunted his upright shaft and flexed his biceps.

Although exhausted, Ethan had to get even. He rose slowly and walked up to Angelo. “Can you flex that too?” he asked, pointing to the long bulge in the Italian’s thong.

Angelo grinned. “Easily.” He pulled down the thong, exposing the shaft, and made it jerk back and forth. Ethan saw his chance and plowed a fist into the Italian’s gut.

Ethan quickly forced the stud down by his hair and across Ethan’s body. He scissored Angelo’s left arm and restrained the right one with his own left arm. He rolled Angelo forward slightly, into a perfect crucifix hold. He grabbed the side of Angelo’s thong with his right hand and started to pull it off. It really turned him on to strip a guy unable to prevent him from doing so. The hunk struggled to get his left arm loose, then the other, but consistently failed.

Now Ethan had his first look at Angelo’s naked physique for the first time. Stretched across Ethan’s body on his back, the Italian’s oiled muscles glistened magnificently. Ethan took the guy’s cock solidly in his right hand. Angelo grunted and struggled again to break free. Ethan started moving his hand up and down the shaft at a very slow, erotic pace. Pleasure began to invade the muscle-boy, weakening him with every movement of the hand.

Ethan saw no reason to take Angelo’s sperm quickly. He knew the hunk couldn’t go anywhere and he wanted to relish his winning moment. “Yeah, your cock likes this!”

Angelo groaned as Ethan wrestled the handsome shaft in slow motion, paying special attention to its stiff head and to the sexy pleasure-veins along its surface. He felt the cock getting more rigid. “Time to show me your sperm, buddy!”

“No!” protested Angelo.

“Yes, every drop of it!”

Angelo became worried. The crucifix seemed impossible to get out of. If an escape existed, he hadn’t mastered it. He would have to experiment, and do it fast. With his arms locked down, the only way out had to involve his legs. He tried to kick himself free several times, but that didn’t work.

Meanwhile, Ethan continued to raise the level of pleasure in the shaft. “Let it shoot, man—you’re not gettin’ outa this!”

The Italian had to try something else. He suddenly threw his legs upward, then forward over his chest, using enough torque to flip himself completely over and out of Ethan’s grasp. His oiled body, plus Ethan’s, made the move surprisingly easy.

In a burst of speed, Angelo grabbed his thong, pulled it on, then slammed a knee into Ethan’s gut. The blond stud rolled over, breathless. Angelo instantly hammerlocked both of Ethan’s arms, pushed him on his side, then reached his other hand around to the guy’s cock.

He didn’t start jerking it off right away. Instead, he shocked Ethan by forcing the stiff muscle down toward the stud’s feet with a sudden yank and holding it that unnatural position for several agonizing seconds. Ethan cried out in terror.

“Now you learn about real cock rasslin’!” said Angelo, repeating the downward yank over and over. He wanted to frighten guy enough so that he’d offer no resistance when Angelo started jacking the cock to another orgasm.

Ethan struggled fiercely to break the hammerlock, while the Italian kept repeating the scary cock-torture move. He finally did manage to slide one arm out of the hammerlock. At that point Angelo started to jerk the tool in earnest, hoping to make the guy cum before he could get his other arm free. Ethan continued to struggle, but his resolve gradually weakened as his rod swelled with growing pleasure.

“Ahhh!” grunted Ethan, again paralyzed with pleasure. He wanted to keep fighting, but his cock wanted something else.

Angelo intensified the hammerlock and jerked the excited rod with greater passion. “Get ready to pump it, boy!”

“Fuck no!” yelled Ethan, trying to hold back the pleasure flooding into his shaft.

“You can’t fight it,” said Angelo.

But Ethan knew he had to fight—or face humiliation again. Using his free hand, he started punching Angelo’s side, his gut—any part of the body he could reach with his closed fist. He attacked like an animal, striking Angelo hard. The Italian just smiled and continued his work on the slippery cock.

Ethan kept up the assault as if crazed. His punches became stronger, mirroring the growing pleasure in his cock. Sweat mingled with the oil on his body to make him more slippery than ever. In a last-ditch effort, he landed a brutal series of strikes to the kidney that brought painful cries from Angelo. The hits finally took a toll on the Italian muscle-boy and allowed Ethan to slip his arm out of the hammerlock and the jacking.

The blond jumped to his feet, taking the backside of Angelo’s thong with him. Angelo shouted in agony as the thong dug into his ass and ballsack. Ethan gave it some mammoth upward jerks, which not only reinforced the weggie, but also soon tore the undergear to shreds.

Ethan dangled the thong’s remains in one hand, while his shaft twitched temptingly above his stunned opponent. He saw an opportunity to get Angelo in a choke-sleeper. The hold wouldn’t allow him to jack the guy simultaneously, but it would render Angelo helpless and then he could take his sperm for sure, any way he wanted. As the Italian got to his feet, Ethan quickly moved behind him and locked on the sleeper—an especially effective one, despite the oil’s presence.

Angelo at first thought he could slide out of it, but the hold was more of a choke and it got to him right away. He fought desperately, because he knew it could spell big trouble for him in a few short moments. He pounded hard on Ethan’s biceps. He tried to grab Ethan’s face. Taking a wide stance, he tried twisting his body in various ways to slide out. But Ethan had him. The Italian felt his legs begin to weaken. Ethan slowly sank to the mat on his knees, taking Angelo to his knees with him.

“Don’t put me out, man!” gasped Angelo.

“You won’t feel a thing! But your cock will, when I make it shoot!” replied Ethan.

“No, don’t get me that way!” Angelo pleaded in a soft voice.

But the Italian was in no position to stop the inevitable. Ethan gradually leaned backward until his shoulders finally rested on the mat. Angelo lay on top of him, hardly moving, and close to blacking out.

“Don’t put me….”

But Ethan’s tight sleeper sapped the Italian’s energy and consciousness more quickly than either of them figured.

Angelo’s arms grew limp. “No…. Don’t…..” he begged. Then silence and no movement.

Ethan released the hold, slid out from under the hunk and stood up. He straddled the handsome Italian, then sat down on his chest, facing the nine-inch prize. “Now I get to see what your sperm looks like,” he said out loud, though Angelo couldn’t hear him.

Ethan smiled at the sexy, naked shaft. Now he could work on it as he wished. Like before, he jacked it slowly, lovingly. With every up and down slide, his hand worshipped every inch of Angelo’s great sex muscle. Although the cock responded excitedly to Ethan’s hand, Angelo—were he conscious—would have preferred rougher and faster jacking. Even so, Ethan was having his fun just the way he wanted it.

After a few minutes, he wondered what it would be liked to suck the guy. He stretched out on top of Angelo and took the top half of the shaft in his mouth. The cockhead became stiffer as Ethan treated it to some mouth and tongue wrestling.

A few moments later, Ethan felt Angelo’s hands on his lower back, lightly caressing him. Then came a groan of pleasure: the Italian was awakening. More quickly than expected, Angelo regained his awareness, immediately finding his cock pleasure-pulsing from his opponent’s blow job.

“Fuck!” he grunted.

In order to keep him down so he could finish the hunk, Ethan bit into the shaft.

“Ah!” gasped Angelo.

Using his teeth to hold the rod in place, Ethan started to rub the stiff cockhead with his tongue. Angelo groaned in pleasure. He thought about trying to pull his cock free. But if he tried, Ethan could push his teeth in further, or the pulling might make him climax. Suddenly worried that he could lose the match within a minute or less, he looked down at his half-devoured shaft. He shouldn’t have: the sight of his cock in Ethan’s mouth made him feel hornier than ever.

Angelo raised his head off the mat, trying to think of what to do next. At that moment Ethan’s tongue found an especially sensitive place on the underside of the head and went after it.

The Italian cried out again with a breathtaking cry that signaled the onslaught of a powerful new pleasure that he had no defense against. His head sank back to the mat.

Ethan kept at the sensitive spot. Angelo grunted loudly again, immobilized by the sensations in his rod. Even worse, the cock reacted to the pleasure by giving Ethan a healthy shot of pre-cum. Ethan loved the sweet taste of it. He also loved the fact that soon the rest of Angelo’s maleness would squirt into him and he’d win the match—definitely the sexiest wrestling victory he’d ever had.

Ethan felt the cockhead reach an amazing degree of rigidity. The whole shaft seemed to lengthen. A few seconds more and Ethan would have his victory.

Angelo’s groans sounded lower in pitch, increasingly submissive, and betraying little remaining resistance to the pleasure invading his cock. He ecstatically lifted both feet off the mat for a few seconds, then brought them down close to his butt. With his legs bent, he opened his thighs for the climax, ready to let Ethan take his cum.

Ethan rose to his hands and knees across Angelo and simultaneously pulled the cock to an upright position with his mouth. The added pressure on the shaft brought it even closer to an eruption.

The Italian felt his ballsack harden. But now he saw that with Ethan on his hands and knees, the guy’s head was located almost between Angelo’s thighs. Could he possibly capture the guy’s neck in a head scissors? It was worth a try, even though the additional stimulation could very well trigger an orgasm, and his defeat. He lifted his thighs once more, moved them toward his chest and suddenly clamped them together around Ethan’s neck.

The surprised guy gasped in pain and voluntarily released the cock. The rod did fire one shot as it slipped out of Ethan’s mouth, but only one. Meanwhile Ethan tried to pull apart Angelo’s strong legs. But the well-oiled thighs made it impossible for his fingers to get a good enough grip.

Angelo pushed himself up onto his knees, an action that automatically turned Ethan onto his back, leaving the guy’s head just below the Italian’s ass, with his neck firmly caught in the scissors.

Now in big trouble, Ethan lay in an excellent position for his opponent to jack him off. Angelo grabbed the blond boy’s cock and immediately went to work on it. Ethan punched away at the Italian’s lower back, but this time the hits had no effect. As Angelo jerked Ethan into a new world of pleasure, his other hand grasped a fragment of the guy’s brief. He began to use the waistband as a whip. First he struck Ethan’s inner thighs with it, then the guy’s balls.

“Ouch! No!” protested Ethan.

“Your nuts look good red!” grinned Angelo, continuing to target them.

“You fucker!” yelled Ethan as the Italian slapped the ballsack again—this time with four fingers of his hand.

“Can you take it?” asked Angelo, repeating the slap.

Ethan could and did take it, distracted from the pain by the muscle-boy’s on-going jerk-off. But not for long. At last he reached a hand around Angelo, found the Italian’s balls and gave them a brutal revenge squeeze.

Angelo screamed, yet did not release the scissor hold. Only when Ethan significantly increased the ball pressure did the guy unlock his thighs, letting his victim escape.

But Ethan immediately grabbed Angelo’s lower legs and pulled them up and over the guy’s chest into a rollup. Ethan loved this hold—simple, yet both effective and sexy. He spun around, then squatted over the hunk’s bent body, trapping the legs and arms underneath. Repaying Angelo for the rough, backward bending of his cock, Ethan did the same thing to the Italian’s sex muscle—with a slight variation. Getting a firm grip on it, he forced the shaft back between the thighs. Then holding the cock there, proceeded to jack it rapidly.

Angelo’s mouth opened in awe, as pleasure attacked his straining rod. With the stud’s arms and legs now securely tied up, Ethan determined to make him cum.

“Let’s see how far you can shoot!” taunted Ethan.

Ethan continued to work on the rigid, fully-engorged rod with a well-lubricated hand job that no male—including Angelo—could take for very long.

“Ah, no!” groaned the Italian as his shaft pleasure began to take control of him.

Ethan pursued Angelo’s sperm like a racecar driver barely in the lead and nearing the finish line.

Angelo knew it. He could feel Ethan’s resolve. The Italian also felt his balls hardening. Unquestionably, the guy knew how to handle cocks—or maybe especially just his. Angelo groaned again, aware that he had only a few seconds before his juice went out of control.

“You wanna give it to me, don’t ya!” whispered Ethan erotically.

“No, you fucker,” gasped Angelo. But then, a few seconds later, he whispered his real desire: “Yes! Yes!”

Ethan bent forward slightly to put the irresistible finishing touches on his sperm-drawing jackoff moves. As he did, Angelo felt his back slide a little on the oiled mat. Using one of his hands, he pushed himself as far to the side as he could, increasing the slide. Ethan hadn’t expected such a late escape attempt and couldn’t keep the Italian’s bent body steady. Both guys teetered, then toppled over. Angelo crawled away quickly. His cock jumped so much that Ethan thought it would erupt with no further encouragement.

But that didn’t happen. As Ethan stared at the wild movements of the rod, Angelo surprised him by diving for his legs before he could fully stand on the slippery surface. He grabbed a leg, which sent Ethan to the mat on his back. Continuing to hold the leg, Angelo hooked an arm under the knee and pulled the lower leg toward him, trapping the foot under his ass. Ethan instantly bridged up to lessen the pressure on both ankle and knee.

“Ah shit!” shouted Ethan in pain. Even though Angelo hadn’t yet made a move on his cock, the stud knew he couldn’t stop him: he needed both his arms to keep bridging as high as he could. Of course, that meant that Angelo could get at balls and cock anytime he wished.

The Italian waited a few moments, making sure he had the hold secured. Then he reached a hand between Ethan’s thighs and gave the stud’s nutsack a good checking out. “Yeah, very sexy balls, very full! Now you will give me the sperm!”

Angelo reached further, grasped the shaft and carefully moved it upward into a better jack-off position. Ethan grunted loudly as the Italian began to jack the cock very slowly from bottom to top at a steady, hypnotizing pace. Feeling equal amounts of pleasure and pain, he squirmed, but couldn’t move. However, in a short time, his cock pleasure far exceeded the pain of Angelo’s leg and ankle hold. Ethan could fight the pain, but not the rapidly-building ecstasy he felt. The Italian’s deceptively slow, bottom-to-top pulls on the shaft drew the pleasure up Ethan’s long shaft with incredible power.

The blond stud realized his sperm would soon follow. “Fuck! You’re gonna get me again!” he admitted. He moved his free leg to the side, opening his crotch wider. Angelo saw Ethan’s testicles move upward, anxious to release their creamy, sought-after contents.

Suddenly Ethan’s body tightened. Angelo grinned in triumph and pulled the cock toward him, so the sperm would fall on his chest. Ethan cried out as pleasure ripped up through his tool for the third time. The hunky boy’s sperm rocketed out so far at first that it didn’t begin to immediately land on Angelo. But when it did, the amazed victor watched the thick loads drop all the way from his neck to his gut.

Ethan accompanied each shot with the sexiest scream that Angelo had ever heard. The orgasm died long and hard. Angelo loved watching his victim try to bridge himself higher with every shot of his sex muscle. He regretted ending the hold and the jacking, but at long last, he did. Ethan’s body fell to the mat, with fresh cum still oozing from the cockhead.

“How did you know that jacking it slow would make me cum faster?” asked Ethan.

“Because that’s how you went after mine the first time. I figured you must make yourself shoot that way.” He paused. “You have great cum,” said Angelo, running a finger through the thick, white liquid. He put his hand around Ethan’s hard cock again and massaged it, as before. This instantly rekindled an almost painful pleasure, making Ethan buck.

“No! Not again!” screamed the blond hunk.

The Italian disregarded Ethan’s screams and kept stroking the cockhead. Wild pleasure devastated every part of his body. Angelo jumped on the guy’s chest to hold him down.

“No! Stop! You’re killin’ me!” yelled Ethan hysterically.

Angelo just grinned and kept working on the helpless rod.

“FUCK!” yelled Ethan, writhing from the utterly intolerable pleasure in his cock. “Stop! You win!” shouted Ethan over and over in a voice that combined laughing and crying.

But the Italian couldn’t resist the urge to continue the torment. Ethan’s screams became frantic as Angelo tickle-tortured the tool as he had done before. However, after three orgasms, the move now ravaged Ethan to the breaking point. Angelo loved the moment. He leaned in closer to better appreciate his two-finger submission technique on Ethan’s handsome, straining cock. Nearly delirious, the blond began to breathe so fast that he could have passed out. But he didn’t and got to experience his fourth orgasm of the night, the one that truly finished him.

His sperm burned as it fired up through his sex tube. Each shot of cum felt like a bullet hitting his cock head. Ethan’s body tried leap to the ceiling.

Angelo laughed and crawled off Ethan. “I got you good, man!”

“Holy shit!” gasped Ethan, unable to move or think. Even though he knew he was done and had no strength to continue wrestling, the blond wanted another encounter with Angelo. “I want a re-match—but not tonight!” he said, shielding his conquered cock with a hand.

The Italian sat on his knees beside Ethan, staring at the vulnerable, still-heaving stud.

“Yes, another sperm match! Good. Tomorrow night, very late too?”

“It’s on, man.”

Angelo gently pulled Ethan’s hand away from the defeated shaft. “Just to hold.” The Italian put five reassuring fingers around the stiff muscle and smiled, obviously getting a big thrill out of simply having his hand around the excited shaft. He kept it there for many minutes. Ethan smiled back, loving the attention. “You stay hard a long time.” While he held the handsome cock, he offered a change for their next match. “Next time, the winner gets to tie up loser and wrestle his cock for as long as he wants.”

The suggestion sounded sexy to Ethan. If he made the Italian muscle-boy cum, he could force him to shoot off several more times. But what if Angelo defeated him again? Post-orgasm work amounted to pure torture, at least on his cock. How could he stand it?

“You afraid to lose again?” asked Angelo.

Despite the high stakes, Ethan knew he couldn’t back down from the challenge. “Hell no! Let’s do it. I’m gonna make you shoot til you cry!”

Ethan looked at the victor’s huge upright pole. Angelo took Ethan’s hand and placed it around the pole. The blond stud fingered it all over, vowing to take complete possession of it the following night.

“This is one beautiful cock, man,” whispered Ethan.

“Think you can make it shoot?” asked Angelo with a grin.

“Yeah, I already have some ideas about that,” said Ethan, awestruck as he handled the thick shaft. “Next time, the winner owns the loser’s cock for a week.”

“Owns?”

“Yeah. The loser lives with the winner for seven days and nights. Whoever wins gets to do whatever he wants to the loser, whenever he wishes.”

Ethan gave Angelo’s shaft a friendly squeeze. “How about it?”

The Italian paused to enjoy the rush of pleasure in his cock. Then he asked, “So I can make you cum whenever I want?”

“Only if you win. If I win, I get your cock and balls and ass for a week.”

Angelo gave Ethan’s hard tool a couple of light but effective strokes, making the blond twitch again in extreme pleasure. “OK, I agree to it. Good rule. Then I can work on this longer, all night, every night!”

“Don’t be too sure about that,” said Ethan. He moved his hand to the Italian’s large nut-sack. It felt so amazingly taut and sexy that he couldn’t take his fingers off of it. He slowly examined the proud, bulging testicles, entranced by what they held within—the essence of Angelo’s incredible maleness and power. Ethan vowed to make that essence submit to him, whatever it took. He gave the sack a firm, ongoing squeeze to let Angelo know. “I’m gonna drain these dry tomorrow night, buddy.”

The Italian smiled as Ethan’s squeeze spread pleasure throughout the giant testicles.

(end)