Making it Last

Kurt met Erik by chance at a pro-wrestling event. Sitting beside each other, they both got a special thrill out of one particular match, where the hunky “heel” kept locking up his younger, less experienced opponent in a series of impressive holds, each one likely to get a three count from the referee. But the young victim somehow always managed to slip out of every hold at the last second, thoroughly frustrating the heel. Nevertheless, the holds gradually drained the youthful victim of energy. He recovered from the heel’s attacks more slowly, and fought back with less power. In the last moments of the match the kid struggled to re- main standing on his wobbly legs. The referee turned away briefly, but spectators saw the heel come be- hind his opponent, unhurriedly open one hand and drive it into the kid’s crotch. The young wrestler sank to his knees, too pained to scream.

Kurt yelled his approval of the attack, clearly rooting for the heel. Erik instead shouted to the young guy to get up and retaliate. But the youth only grabbed his balls, giving the heel plenty of time to apply a finishing hold. The heel’s arms wrapped his victim in a decisive, rear naked choke.

Kurt loudly voiced his excitement. “Yeah! Submit him! Submit him!”

Erik countered with, “Get out of it!”

The young wrestler had no strength left to fight his way out of the choke, so he immediately tapped on the heel’s arms. Rather than release the hold, the heel tightened it. The referee quickly called for the choke to end. The young wrestler’s hands slowly sank to his sides. As the heel rose with his arms raised in victory, the kid fell to the mat on his back, barely conscious, and covering his testicles with both hands. The referee crouched alongside him, looking with concern at the wrestler’s crotch. It took a minute for the exhausted kid to finally sit up, thoroughly quashed in his perspiration-stained red brief.

After the event, Kurt invited Erik to his apartment for a drink. As Erik paused to think about the offer, Kurt smiled and slapped him on the shoulder, obviously encouraging—and finally getting—the younger guy to accept.

One large room in Kurt’s apartment combined his kitchen, entertainment and workout areas. Complete with a padded mat and exercise equipment, it looked just like what Erik wanted for his apartment when he came into more money. “You’ve got a nice setup here.”

After a few drinks, both guys became more comfortable with one another and talked about the night’s matches. Kurt noticed a sizable bulge in Erik’s loose-fitting jogging sweats. The dick underneath, although not erect, suggested a huge dimension when fully hard.

“Mind if I practice a couple of holds on you? I wrestled in high school, but I don’t get a chance to get down on the mat with a guy very often anymore.”

Erik surprised himself by saying, “Sure. But go easy, I’m not a wrestler!”

“No problem. But you have the body and muscles for it.”

Kurt stripped off his shorts, tee shirt and shoes, leaving himself in a white jockstrap. Normally more reserved, the drinks made Erik reciprocate without much consideration. He stripped down to a low-rise, black brief.

Kurt non-threateningly demonstrated some of his favorite holds on Erik, at the same time teaching the younger guy how to apply them. While doing so, they found each other quite ticklish and began to use that to force each other to submit through laughter. After rolling around on the mat for a few minutes, Erik’s dick began to stiffen. With Erik nearly drunk, he had no awareness of it. But Kurt noticed. He made no comment, but enjoyed looking at the enlarging bulge in Erik’s brief. Both agreed that submission wrestling caught their attention the most.

“Wanna practice saying ‘I submit’ to me, buddy?” said Kurt, smiling.

Erik consented, ready to have some fun imagining himself for the first time as a pro-wrestler.

Immediately Kurt jammed the fingers of one hand into Erik’s sensitive left armpit. Erik yelled in pain as Kurt mounted him and drove his other hand into the right armpit.

That instantly brought shouts of pain from Erik. “I submit!”

Kurt released the holds and grinned, resting his hands on Erik’s chest. “Claws are awesome. You can use ‘em just about anywhere.” He moved off Erik and sat beside him. “Such as here…”

He slammed a claw into Erik’s abs and pressed hard to keep the guy from bridging up and escaping. Erik winced, quickly grabbing Kurt’s arm.

“Low gut claws are especially cool.” Kurt reapplied the claw an inch or two lower, pushing the front of Erik’s brief lower without the guy feeling it. This time the side of Kurt’s hand and Erik’s big dick made “unintentional” contact. The claw produced more pressure than pain, so Erik didn’t submit right away. But when he did, the reason involved the location of Kurt’s hand, which rubbed against the tip of his slowly hardening rod.

Accepting the submission, Kurt removed his hand and patted Erik’s gut playfully with both hands as a friendly gesture. He glanced at the guy’s gut and the bushy pubes, now half exposed by Kurt’s sneak lowering of the brief. Kurt next hooked an arm under Erik’s knee and an arm under the neck. “Cradle,” he said, pulling the knee forward until his hands locked. Erik tried to kick out of the hold with his other leg, but Kurt caught it, bringing both legs up to the sides of Erik’s head. “Rollup,” he announced. “I’ve got you now, buddy.” He slid his butt forward, decreasing Erik’s chance for escape.

“Yeah, you do,” agreed Erik.

“In this move you can always get a submission if you lower your dick onto the other guy’s face—unless he’s your lover!”

Erik submitted before that happened, and both guys laughed over the possibility of getting dick-smothered by one’s opponent.

Kurt continued by flipping Erik on his stomach as a setup for the next move, a combination hold that impressed the unsuspecting victim—at least at first. Squatting low over Erik and facing his thighs, Kurt picked up his right foot and placed it behind the left knee. He locked it there by folding the lower left leg backward, securing both legs in a figure-four position. Next, Kurt moved his right leg inside the figure-four and hooked Erik’s left foot against it, which prevented Erik from using either leg. But Kurt had more in mind. He pulled up and back on the trapped legs, twisting the handsome body into a kind of camel clutch- abs stretch variation. Kurt didn’t apply full pressure—he had already achieved his goal of keeping the guy immobilized. Furthermore, Kurt turned Erik sideways, increasing the pressure on his victim’s abs. Erik moaned, mostly due to his inability to escape the hold.

Kurt patted Erik’s butt with his left hand. “I don’t think you can get outa this one.”

“You’re right, man. You made me a pretzel!”

Kurt laughed, but Erik noticed that the hand stayed on his butt after patting it.

“Nice firm ass, buddy.” He kept his hand on Erik’s ass for another minute. “Anything else firm down here?” Kurt began feeling the long bulge in Erik’s brief.

Erik tried to wriggle out of Kurt’s hold. “Hey!”

Kurt gave the large dick a long check, encouraging it to become harder. “Yeah, you do! This one’s something to be proud of!”

Frustrated, Erik tapped out on the mat.

Kurt smiled. “No tap-outs tonight.”

When the groping episode finally ended, Erik was relieved, yet panting in embarrassment. On the other hand, his cock wanted it to last much longer. The sex muscle continued to grow unashamedly. Kurt smiled and abandoned his pretzel hold. He casually moved Erik’s body between his legs for a scissors demo.

“One of my favorites,” said Kurt. Squeezing with considerable power, he quickly made Erik his slave with the hold. “Yeah, try to breathe!”

Erik gasped, shocked by the power of the scissors.

Kurt put a hand on Erik’s inner thigh, near the crotch. He began to inspect the muscles there. “Strong quads.”

Erik didn’t think much about that, until the hand slid up the thigh and closed around his ballsack. The fingers didn’t squeeze, but held it in a kind of reverent embrace. Having his balls held by another guy made Erik very nervous.

Erik grabbed Kurt’s arm. “Not there. Let go.”

“Nice nuts, man,” said Kurt, fondling them a little.

“Stop!”

Kurt ignored the order. He slipped his fingers under the brief to feel them directly. Erik’s body shuttered.

“What are you afraid of?” asked Kurt.

Erik tried to slide out of the scissors.

Kurt suddenly clamped his legs farther into Erik’s gut, causing the guy to wince in pain and forget about the fingers around his balls.

“What’s your choice—my thighs or my hand?”

“I can’t breathe!” gasped Erik, tapping a submission on Kurt’s massive thigh.

“I guess that means you’d rather have my hand around your nuts.”

Kurt relaxed the scissors somewhat, while his fingers got more acquainted with the balls. Instead of making another attempt to push himself out of the hold, Erik rested his hands on Kurt’s thigh.

“Stroke it,” said Kurt.

Not wanting another scissor attack, Erik began to tentatively rub the powerful muscle.

“Yeah, feels good.”

Erik found it odd doing something that gave another guy physical pleasure. But as the minutes passed, he started to get used to it. In fact, stroking the thigh took Erik’s mind off of the fingers around his balls.

Kurt saw the guy’s cock reach out and up, stretching the brief as it reached its extraordinary full length and width. Unable to resist, he took his hand out of Erik’s brief and attached his fingers to the giant tool. Erik groaned in protest.

“What’s the matter?” asked Kurt with a grin. “Don’t you like having a hard dick?” He started to stroke through the brief. “Your cock is so big I can hardly get my fingers around it!”

“Please stop,” said Erik quietly.

“Why? This must feel awfully good.”

It did feel good to Erik—actually better than his own jacking off. He tried to take his mind off of the pleasure. As Kurt caressed the long, swollen muscle and the pleasure-loving head, he could sense Erik’s increasing anxiety. He talked with the guy to calm him down. “Do you work out a lot?”

That question didn’t need asking—Kurt could easily see that his younger buddy did work out. He asked it in order to play a game of distraction with Erik.

“A few times a week.”

“Where do you work out?”

Kurt pulled down the brief, exposing the entire shaft and balls.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Your big boy needs more room.”

“Fuck!” mumbled Erik.

Kurt stared at the huge cock for a minute or so, admiring its size. The shaft lifted itself at times, as though showing off for Kurt. “I bet it feels good having your big cock naked.”

Erik hated himself for not catching onto Kurt’s intentions earlier. In any case, it didn’t matter now: trapped in the scissor hold, he knew that he would have to put up with whatever Kurt did. He wished he had kept his sweats on. He regretted making it so easy for Kurt to get hold of his cock. Yet today he felt unusually horny. He never imagined that Kurt would get so interested in him. As he lay on the mat with Kurt’s legs around him, Erik put a real effort into resisting the pleasure building in his cock. But it didn’t work. Kurt left no part of the long rod untouched or unstroked or unsqueezed or unpleasured. Soon he had the whole shaft tingling.

“Don’t fight your cock, man.”

Resistance was no longer possible for Erik. He felt himself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, and did so readily, unavoidably.

“Yeah,” said Kurt, knowing that his new buddy could no longer defend himself. He gave the rod a crushing, fifteen-second squeeze.

Erik shouted—not in pain but in violent pleasure.

“Your cock is fantastic! It’s so tough!”

As the minutes passed, Kurt continued his obsession with the giant muscle—not only with squeezes but with tickling and gentle rubbing in targeted areas. In between these moments, Kurt simply held the cock, sometimes for long periods, loving every second.

“You gonna hold it all night?” asked Erik.

“Maybe I will. This is way too much fun.” Kurt kept his steady hold on the impressive sex muscle. He could feel it pulsing. Erik felt it too—along with a pleasure that constantly wanted to grow, to consume his strong, young body. He began to panic. What if his cock let loose in an orgasm? Erik could not dismiss this question. It brought back a disturbing memory from his youth—one that still troubled him.

The memory involved three of his buddies, who had invited him for a trek up the nearby hills. They stopped to rest at a popular, shady spot overlooking the town below. The guys sprawled on the grassy ground, talking about sex and physical strength. Soon Paul and Chris started to wrestle. Paul, the most muscular, easily defeated Chris by locking him in painful leg split. Chris immediately submitted, but Paul didn’t release the hold.

“Yeah! Punish him!” said Tim.

Paul did make Chris suffer. When finally freed, Chris held his crotch for a long time afterward—to help ease the discomfort and also to shield it from another such assault. Paul grinned, adding another win to his long list of fights. Paul loved conquering other guys in casual wrestling matches, which could end quickly or go on for many minutes. Having an outstanding physique and an intimidating personality, Paul always won these encounters, mostly by tormenting his opponent with some kind of nasty submission hold. This gave him an enviable but somewhat dangerous reputation.

Yet for many guys, including Chris and Tim, wrestling with Paul might include something they also really liked—having sex with him. But that depended on Paul’s mood at the moment. The guys could never predict what might happen when they got into horsing around with him. Yet they wanted the sex, although never told Paul directly. Paul knew that, of course, and liked taunting a guy and driving him crazy with anticipation.

Paul now turned his attention to Erik, whose slender waist and well-defined butt had often tempted Paul. As Erik stood admiring the woods below their vantage point, Paul made his move. “You’re next, dude.” Charging Erik from behind, Paul wrapped his strong arms around the guy in a tight, reverse bear hug. Erik bent forward and groaned as Paul rammed his fists deep into the gut. Erik soon found himself out of breath. Paul flaunted his power and lifted the guy off the ground and spun him in endless, dizzying circles. Paul then brought to him to the grass on his knees—still tightly wrapped in the bear hug. A forward jolt sent Erik’s body flat on the grass.

The bear hug seemed particularly intense o Erik, lying on his chest with Paul’s body pressing down on top of him. He tried to pull the arms away, but his position made that impossible. He shrieked in pain as Paul’s steel-like arms dug into his sides and gut.

“That’s enough!” shouted Erik.

“So soon?”

Tim dropped to his hands and knees and put his face close to Erik’s. “Be a man, don’t give up!”

Yet Erik knew he couldn’t stand the pain much longer. Using great effort, he raised his upper body off the grass and into a push-up position. Paul retaliated with more crushing pain. Erik’s arms collapsed and his chest fell to the ground once more.

While Erik struggled, Paul moved his locked hands and began unbuttoning Erik’s jeans.

“No! No!” yelled Erik.

“What are ya doin’—grabbin’ his dick?” Chris joked to Paul.

“Yeah,” answered Paul. “He’s got a hard one.”

Chris looked perplexed. “It’s already hard?”

“Sure is. And it’s BIG—“big enough for two hands!” reported Paul.

Erik cringed in embarrassment. No one had ever seen or felt his exceptionally long and wide, fully-erect shaft. But he did more than cringe. He yelled as Paul started to put his favorite moves and squeezes on it. Erik’s pleasure rose quickly: he hadn’t let his cock shoot off in many days.

“What are ya doin’ to it?” asked Chris.

Paul grinned. “Everything.”

Tim laughed. “I know what that feels like! He can really own your cock. Once he got hold of mine in the locker room and a bunch of guys crowded around to watch him juice me good!”

“Come on, man, let go!” begged Erik, exasperated.

Chris moved nearer to Erik and tried to reassure him. “It’ll be O.K. Let him have his fun. You’ll like it!”

Erik wanted to roll over and try again to break away. But if that didn’t succeed, the move would expose his aroused shaft to Tim and Chris—something he definitely did not want to do.

At the gym Paul had always admired Erik’s large dick and patiently waited for the right time to wrestle it. Now with his hand finally around the stiff muscle, Paul began to work on a vulnerable spot just under the cockhead. Erik grunted as his pleasure rose higher and higher. He gripped the long blades of grass.

“Yeah!” whispered Paul triumphantly, feeling the cock tighten.

Chris saw the growing pleasure in Erik’s face and grinned. “He’s gonna make you cum, dude. That’s all.”

Paul took hold of Erik’s firm ballsack with his other hand. Erik twitched as Paul checked each hard testicle. “They’re ready, dude.”

Erik said nothing, but he knew his balls never lied.

“Don’t feel bad,” Tim said to Erik. “Paul gets all the guys.”

“Yeah,” said Chris. “No one’s sperm is safe around Paul! He can make any guy cum for him!”

Erik strained in both pleasure and submission, knowing that he could do nothing to stop the inevitable orgasm. But he remained silent, holding back cries of ecstasy to avoid confirming Paul’s power over him. Yet Paul needed no verbal confirmation. He saw Erik’s fingers digging into the grass, choking it, ripping it, tearing it. He could feel the stiff shaft stiffening, preparing to fire.

Erik breathed faster. But Paul did too as his own excitement mounted. “Your cum is mine now, man.”

Paul’s words not only announced Erik’s defeat. They also announced Paul as the owner of Erik’s most private attribute, his sperm.

“Give it to me! Give it!” Paul whispered.

Tim and Chris saw the expression on Erik’s face suddenly change from defiance to desire. As though following Paul’s order, Erik gasped from a surge of immense pleasure, then his cock began firing load after load of sperm though Paul’s fingers and into the grass.

“Yeah! You're mine, dude!” whispered Paul, feeling Erik’s thick, warm liquid.

Paul kept squeezing the head, forcing the cock to squirt out every stream, every drop. To Erik it seemed to take an eternity for Paul to empty the testicles. As Erik breathed frantically, Paul gave the shaft some final pleasure squeezes. Before removing his hands, he simply held the cock lovingly for a long time. He paid close attention to its hardness and its strong, persistent pulses, learning all he could about the sexy muscle through his pleasurable yet cunning grip.

“Great cock, dude,” he whispered to Erik. “Next time we do it in private.” Then he turned Erik on his back so the other guys could see his handiwork.

Gulping air as though freed from a killer choke hold, Erik didn’t have the energy to shield his giant shaft or ball sack from his buddies.

“Shit! Look at the size of that!” said Chris to Tim, surprised by the muscle’s humongous dimensions, and by its energetic, post-orgasm leaping.

“Yeah,” added Tim. “Look at all that cum! The grass is covered with it!”

“That grass won’t need any fertilizer, man!” said Chris.

Tim agreed. “Next year I bet that grass grows taller than the rest!”

Paul sat down on Erik’s chest and firmly pinned his arms to the ground. Tim and Chris moved closer to the now-famous cock, marveling to each other about its incredible size. Tim couldn’t resist touching it.

“No more!” insisted Erik, objecting to an influx of stinging pleasure as Tim examined the full length of it.

However, with Erik held down by Paul, Tim could do what he wished. Aware that he might never get this chance again, Tim tickled the huge shaft all over with a finger. The long rod reacted with high, tireless leaps. “Look, it wants to slap my finger!”

Erik grunted and writhed as every touch reignited his pleasure with a ruthless intensity. Since the enthusiastic cock showed no sign of softening after the orgasm, Tim continued to play with it. Each of his pinches and squeezes and rubs amounted to a punishment that sent Erik’s body into convulsive jerks.

Tim made the cock jump the most by mercilessly teasing the super-sensitive cockhead. Even slightly touching its stiff, reddened surface—especially the open cum hole—brought loud screams from Erik.

“Yeah—keep at it!” encouraged Chris.

Tim grinned, freely toying with his buddy’s inflamed cock, while Paul kept the victim’s upper body securely pinned. Paul stared down at Erik with a smart-ass smile on his face, savoring the capture of his buddy’s sperm.

Chris sat nearby, thoroughly entertained as he watched Tim torment the big shaft. But after a few minutes he grew restless. “You’re not gonna get more cum outa him.”

Paul agreed. “That’s right: I took it all. He’s done—for now!” He eventually stood up, releasing Erik at last. Paul had a look on his face that said, “There’s gonna be another time—this is only the beginning.”

Totally shamed, Erik resolved not to let him—or any guy—mess with his cock in the future. Tim and Chris pulled Erik up so the drained guy could close his jeans. Before long they all continued walking up the trail, as if nothing special had happened.

Erik thought about this incident as Kurt continued to hold his cock. His goal of not allowing another guy to ever touch his cock again obviously failed. In fact, Kurt had already spent more time wrestling his cock than Paul and Tim did combined. Erik began to wonder how many more guys would follow? He decided that all this attention came from having an especially large cock—something that a guy immediately notices on another guy so he can compare it to his own. Apparently guys admire his cock, thought Erik, and want to “try it out,” like they do with motorcycles, machines, or other things. Why should he blame them for their curiosity about his exceptional machine?

“Do you like football?” asked Kurt, abruptly ending Erik’s musing.

“It’s O.K.”

“How about coming over this weekend? We can watch the game.”

“I don’t think so,” replied Erik. “My dick wouldn’t be safe!”

“I’d take good care of it, dude!” said Kurt, temporarily squeezing the rod harder.

Erik winced, now trying to hold back more pleasure than pain.

“Or we could watch some pro-wrestling on TV.”

Erik smirked at the suggestion.

“Wrestling turns me on when I watch it at home. I have to strip and jack off when I see young wrestlers locked together in some long hold.” Kurt playfully shook Erik’s rod back and forth a few times. “What’s your favorite hold?”

Erik became more conversant. “Maybe leg or arm locks. They look really painful.”

“Yeah, submission stuff,” added Kurt. “Like a good camel clutch.”

“How can a guy’s spine take that kind of pressure?” asked Erik.

“Training, man. Lots of it. And trusting your opponent not to go too far. The guys always respect each other’s bodies, even though it doesn’t look like that during the fight. Kurt paused. Ever had a camel clutch put on your big cock?”

“Hell no!”

“Then you need to feel one!” Kurt began to pull the long shaft away from Erik’s gut. The farther he bent the rod, the more it resisted him. Kurt went slowly, getting more turned on as he forced the cock into an increasingly unnatural position.

Erik grunted in fear, gripping Kurt’s thigh harder.

“Just a little more, dude.”

Kurt finally brought the shaft into a horizontal position next to Erik’s legs. “Got ya!”

“Ah!” yelled Erik, lifting his back off the mat frantically.

“Yeah! This one’s a real cock-breaker!”

“Shit—stop!” shouted Erik.

“You wanna submit?”

“Yes! Yes!” Erik tapped out on Kurt’s thigh, this time with hard, desperate punches.

But Kurt only grinned. He had less concern about injuring the stiff muscle than he did about making the guy cum. He knew that putting this much strain on the shaft also dramatically increased the pleasure, despite Erik’s fears.

Never loosening his grip, Kurt slowly allowed the cock to push itself back—but not all the way. He stopped it at a 30-degree angle and held it there. “Did that scare you, buddy?”

“Fuck yes,” said Erik, with a racing heart.

“Next time it won’t bother you as much.”

“Fuck! There’s not gonna be a next time!”

“You’ll see,” replied Kurt confidently.

It surprised Erik that his cock seemed to feel sexier following the hold, although he kept quiet about that. Kurt began to stroke the big rod, rubbing his fingers lightly across its taut skin. Erik couldn’t help moaning in pleasure. Kurt stopped at one spot, picked up some of the skin it between two fingers and squeezed.

“No! cried Erik in pain.

“Yeah, I know, this one really hurts!” said Kurt apologetically. But he maintained his squeeze on the delicate cock skin. He added, “Sometimes I do it on myself,” to see how much of a man I am!”

Erik grabbed Kurt’s thigh—not to submit, but to help him handle the pain. But the longer Kurt held the pinch, the more excited Erik’s cock became. It threw itself repeatedly against his hand, as though trying to hug it or slap it.

“Shit! You should see your cock, man! It’s puttin’ up a good fight!”

When Kurt finally opened his fingers, he rewarded Erik by gently massaging the abused skin against the cock. Erik sighed in relief.

“Pain is a funny thing. When I do that move on my cock, it makes me wanna cum.”

The word “cum” renewed Erik’s worry. Although Kurt’s squeeze brought a lot of pain, afterward it also made his cock feel better. Kurt watched the muscle leap up again and again before capturing it in his warm hand once more.

Nothing much happened for a long time. Kurt’s friendly grip on the cock remained as the two guys talked. Erik gradually accepted the feel of Kurt’s warm hand around his shaft. He started to think of it like a guy shaking hands with a buddy, only in this case, the hand clasp never stops. For Kurt, holding Erik’s massive shaft gave him a constant thrill. Meanwhile, Erik noticed a seductive pleasure becoming stronger inside his cock. He groaned quietly as it filled more and more of the shaft. Kurt didn’t need a confirmation of that: he could hear it in Erik’s voice; he could see the ball sack darken and firm up.

“You wanna make me shoot, don’t ya,” said Erik.

“Your cock wants me to. But I’m gonna make it submit when I say so.”

Those words ended Erik’s hope of soon escaping from the scissors as well as avoiding an orgasm spawned by Kurt. Erik braced himself for the eruption many times over the next half hour, but it never came. Kurt intentionally coaxed the cock toward an explosion by squeezing or jacking it just under the head or in other sensitive places, then allowing the pleasure to subside. This repeated buildup and cool-down of sexual passion soon left Erik exhausted. The guy could no longer hide his pleasure. He now thirsted for an orgasm, no longer caring who or what caused it.

But Kurt didn’t let it happen. He put kept putting unusual holds on his victim’s cock. Erik gasped, then shouted in pain or pleasure as the wrestler gripped the head and used it to pull the cock toward the ceiling.

He would have lifted his butt off the mat to relieve the pressure, but couldn’t with his body held down by the scissors. He slapped the mat, feeling the shaft stretch upward. Kurt forced it as high as he could, keeping it there until Erik submitted.

Kurt knew he had Erik in a world of pleasure. He watched drops of sperm occasionally push out of the cum-hole as he firmly held the mammoth muscle. They gradually became more frequent, nearly producing a continuous stream.

“You’re full of sperm, man. It’s leakin’ from your cum hole, slow and steady. Shit! This is so sexy to watch!”

Erik lifted his head to see, but pleasure soon forced it back to the mat again.

Kurt couldn’t take his eyes off of Erik’s constant semen flow as he spoke. “Damn, your sperm is beautiful. Creamy and thick. It’s forming a pool on the mat.”

Somehow Kurt’s description of his slowly flowing pre-cum sounded very erotic to Erik. It shocked him to hear another guy react that way about his sperm. How could the mere sight of it impress Kurt so much? Nevertheless, the complement made Erik feel good, important. His cock seemed to expand in size and pleasure because of what Kurt had said. For the first time, Erik wanted to show off his maleness to another male, to keep his juice flowing for Kurt. A few minutes later, curiosity overcame him. “Is it still coming out?”

“Yeah, buddy. It must feel awesome movin’ through your long rod.”

“Fuck yes!” said Erik, finally acknowledging his pleasure. He began to stroke Kurt’s solid thigh in gratitude, hoping the wrestler would soon make his cock squirt out everything in his packed balls.

Almost as if Kurt intercepted this thought, he said, “Don’t rush it, man. I love watchin’ and feelin’ your awesome cum.”

While Erik had a desperate desire to cum, Kurt wanted to prolong the encounter. Although tempting, he did not want to make Erik a quick sexual conquest; he wanted more. He kept Erik on his back for many minutes, restrained in the tight body scissors. He periodically clamped into his handsome victim with great power, just to watch him fight the pain, and also to distract him from the pleasure in his excited cock. Kurt never let go of that big rod for very long. He gave it time-outs, but always soon went back to the sexy muscle with more touching and teasing. The cock rewarded him with generous amounts of pre-cum, which he enjoyed spreading onto Erik’s ball sack and shaft.

Erik’s pleasure grunts eventually became so loud that Kurt knew he should ease up in order to keep Erik from having an orgasm. He released the scissors and cock and rolled Erik onto his stomach. Kurt sat on the back of the guy’s upper thighs and began to play with his butt, giving it mostly light slaps and at times resting his hands on it. Erik liked feeling Kurt’s hands on his ass, although he didn’t know why. Kurt made Erik laugh and twitch by occasionally tickling his butt hole. He even pushed a finger inside it to note the reaction. At first Erik struggled to get away, but after the finger stayed there a while, he more or less accepted its presence.

When Kurt removed it, he went back to patting and slapping Erik’s round butt. Then he took hold of the guy’s balls and fondled them with great interest. “Your nuts are really hard, man….”

As the fingers fooled around with them, Erik felt more turned-on than ever. Kurt moved his hand forward and took hold of the big shaft and slowly pulled out between Erik’s legs. “….just as hard as this.”

Kurt pulled back his arm and without warning punched the middle of the shaft. Erik cried out from the jolt of pleasure that it caused.

Kurt socked it again. “Killer Kurt is punching the exposed cock of the Lightning Kid,” he said, imitating a pro-wrestling commentator. Kurt hit the cock again, driving it deeply into the soft mat. “The Kid is screaming and can’t get up! The young ref has rushed up to the Killer and isn’t able to pull him off the Kid!” Kurt slammed his fist into Erik’s cock once more. “Now the ref has turned to the Lightning Kid and is asking if he wants to submit! The Kid refuses! The ref puts his hand on the Kid’s shoulder and is begs him to submit! I can hear him yell to the Kid: ‘Give up, man, I don’t wanna see him wreck that big cock of yours!’ He motions to have the bell rung to end the fall, but the Killer is still punching the cock!”

Kurt grabbed Erik’s rod and squeezed it long and hard. “Would it be great if they allowed something like that in a real match?”

Erik groaned, feeling his pleasure heightened from Kurt’s fake cock strikes. “I think more people would watch pro-wrestling!”

Kurt smiled, released the rod and pulled Erik up on his hands and knees. “I’d also like to see wrestlers do this.” Kurt brought his chest down on Erik’s back, reached under his body and gripped the big shaft with his right hand. Erik gasped as Kurt started to slowly jack the shaft from the bottom to its top, avoiding contact with the ultra-sensitive head.

“Faster, man!” urged Erik.

“It's gonna be MY way, buddy. Relax and enjoy it!”

Kurt’s slow cock massage drove Erik crazy with pleasure, but not quite enough to make him cum. The wrestler had taken full command of Erik’s body by concentrating on the one muscle that made him weaker, not stronger. No longer the master of his own sperm, Erik would have to wait until Kurt, the new master, allowed him to cum.

Erik’s pleasure grew as time went on. Kurt compensated by jacking the big cock at a slower and slower pace, and reduced the firmness of the grip so that his fingers barely touched the cock’s tightly-stretched, totally rigid surface. Erik couldn’t move, overwhelmed by a seething pleasure that made every inch of his cock tingle with an intensity he never achieved when he jacked himself off.

“Oh shit! Make me cum! Make me cum!” gasped Erik.

“Not yet, buddy. I’m gonna edge you for a while!”

Erik didn’t believe his cock could get this excited and not shoot, but Kurt proved him wrong. The inflamed shaft reached a pleasure peak and stayed there, accompanied by Erik’s rapid breathing.

“I know how to set your cock on fire, dude—and keep it that way!”

Over the next several minutes Erik battled with the pleasure mentally, unable to cum and unable to resist Kurt’s moves on his shaft.

“I love feeling your body strain and hearing you beg!”

Erik continued to beg for an orgasm as pre-cum flowed from his cock.

“I’m gettin’ your big boy with only one finger now. It’s like a wrestler defeating his opponent with a painful submission hold, then posing over him on one knee, with only a single finger on his chest to keep him down for a five count! Sexy!”

Erik pleaded with Kurt for a hard squeeze, but that never came. Kurt’s finger at times would pause on the cock when Erik’s pleasure became too great, or temporarily pull away, allowing the shaft to jump in spasms until the pleasure lessened. Kurt liked picking a pleasure point on the wide shaft and moving his fingertip in circles around it, not quite touching the spot. He had perfected that move years ago on a high school guy. Kurt could easily restrain him in a hold for many minutes, while he worked on the guy’s cock.

Despite not cumming when he wanted to, Erik soon gained a lot of respect for Kurt’s amazing edging skills. The pleasure became so great that he could not avoid expressing that in obvious grunts and gasps.

“Yeah, your cock wants me to be his partner, man!”

Hearing those words from Kurt somehow gave Erik’s pleasure another jump. Kurt only needed to do very minimal touching and stroking to keep the big shaft on fire. But he knew this couldn’t go on forever.

“I think that’s all you can handle today, dude. Your big cock can’t take much more!”

Erik hoped those words meant that Kurt would go after his cock again tomorrow. He didn’t have to wonder about it: Kurt had already planned to keep Erik overnight and continue cock-wrestling him in the morning.

Kurt let the heavy shaft hang free in a horizontal position for a moment—partly to calm his own pulsing cock. Then he took hold of Erik’s rod with his right hand once more. “Now you’re gonna give me your juice—all of it.” He moved his other hand near the cum-hole and cupped it to catch as much of Erik’s cum as possible. Kurt began to stroke the cockhead with his right hand for the first time. Erik screamed from the breathtaking, long-awaited pleasure that suddenly tore into his shaft.

The rod started firing hot power streams into his palm, load after load if it. Erik shrieked and slammed the mat with a hand.

“Yeah, do it, boy!”

Kurt’s hand quickly filled with squirting cum. He coated his own cock with the thick, slippery fluid and then brought his hand back to pick up more shots. Kurt took the final cum loads to Erik’s ass and lubed the guy’s butt hole with it. Erik yelled in unexpected pleasure.

After his cock stopped firing, Erik still couldn’t move, remaining like a statue on his hands and knees. While he tried to regain his composure, Kurt gently eased his cockhead into Erik’s ass. That sped up Erik’s breathing again.

“My turn to cum,” said Kurt.

Erik’s muscles tightened as he felt Kurt’s cock slide deeper into him.

Kurt put his arms around his buddy’s narrow waist to keep him close. “My cock feels so good inside you, man!” he said, hugging his buddy.

In a daze, Erik groaned but said nothing as the sex muscle penetrated him completely. Slowly Kurt began to slide it back and forth, fucking Erik in slow motion. Kurt pushed his body weight against Erik’s back with more determination, gradually forcing his fuck buddy lower. Once he had Erik flat on the mat, Kurt wrapped his arms under Erik’s, locking them behind the neck in a full nelson. If Erik wanted to escape, the nelson made that very difficult. But feeling himself in Kurt’s clutches, with the guy’s warm body on top of him, Erik had no desire to escape. Instead, a comforting thrill dominated him.

“Do ya like getting fucked with your slippery cum on my cock?”

“Yeah,” groaned Erik.

“In a minute your ass is gonna hold both your sperm and my sperm!” He kissed the side of Erik’s face.

You have stud sperm, dude. It turns me on. I wanna feel it on my hands and in my mouth and in my ass—everywhere!”

Erik groaned in pleasure, feeling Kurt’s cock tighten inside his ass.

Kurt moved his shaft using careful, unhurried thrusts to prevent him from triggering an immediate orgasm. “Oh man, wouldn’t it be great to see pro wrestlers end their matches this way?”

“The ultimate submission!” whispered Erik. Although no guy had ever fucked him before, to Erik the experience seemed almost natural—like love at first sight.

Minute-after-minute passed with both guys locked together this way, unwilling to do anything to make it end. But Kurt’s cock had a different agenda. Its desire to erupt inside Erik became stronger and stronger. Kurt finally had to keep the cock motionless. Yet even so, Kurt’s pleasure kept climbing. Like Erik, he found himself trapped in a maneuver for which he had no escape.

Kurt unhooked his nelson, coiled his arms around Erik’s neck and squeezed. The choke wasn’t deadly, but it signaled Kurt’s approaching submission. “I’m gonna cum!”

Both guys yelled as the cock had its way. Erik could feel Kurt’s sperm squirting inside his ass, a sensation so sexy that he couldn’t have imagined it.

After the pleasure peaked, Kurt didn’t pull out of Erik. He treated Erik’s neck and cheeks with countless kisses. “Thanks dude, I’ve always wanted to do that after wrestling a guy!”

Erik stroked Kurt’s strong thighs. “It’s way better than watching pro wrestling!”

“Yeah, we can have our own matches whenever we want.”

“How about another one tomorrow?”

(end)