River Rat

The morning broiled, but gliding over the river waters didn’t make Vic feel much cooler. Alone in his canoe, he paddled slowly, marveling at the dense woods surrounding him The young explorer loved it. The more rugged and intimidating the territory, the better. Vic saw and heard no one as he pene­trated the wilderness. The river, snaking forever between timber-laden hills, ran deep and clear. Its current moved lazily, like the summer day.

By early afternoon the heat forced Vic to take off his T shirt. He kept his Levi’s on, at least for now. A warm river breeze caressed his chest. The outdoorsman began to feel horny. His dick hardened under the faded 501’s. He had also become hungry and figured it was time to look for a place to take a break. A few minutes later he rounded a bend in a wider section of the river and came upon a campsite. The area was remote, but the site looked like it had been used frequently. A guy, a couple of years older than himself, was lying on a blanket near a tent. When Vic’s canoe neared, he raised his head, then sat up. The guy had a short beard, was extremely muscular and wore only a skimpy black brief. Even from a distance, Vic noticed a huge bulge in his pouch. The stranger waved and smiled.

“How’s it goin’?” responded Vic.

The site was convenient for a stop, and Vic hoped the guy wouldn’t mind his presence for a few minutes. He beached the canoe and was happy when the guy shared some snack food with him. They sat down on the blanket and downed a few beers.

“What’s your name?” asked the guy.

“Vic.

“I go by ‘Bear.’ Just a nickname, but good enough, I guess.”

They talked about the wilderness and about the sizzling temperature.

“Wanna get cooled off?” asked Bear, tipping his head toward the river.

“Good idea,” answered Vic.

Bear watched him unzip his Levi’s and strip down to a white, no-fly brief. The blond jock looked terrific. He was no bodybuilder, but he had a strong, swimmer’s physique. Bear eyed his narrow waist, but especially the unusually long shape under the low-rise brief. Vic didn’t try to hide it. In fact, he flaunted it. Bear attracted him and he wanted to impress the guy. On the other hand, something about Bear made him feel a little uncom­fortable. Was it his rough-looking face or hair? His intimidating muscles?

Bear pointed at Vic’s white brief and grinned. “You’re the good guy; I’m the bad guy!” he joked, snapping the elastic in his jet black brief.

They laughed and did a running dive into the river. The refreshing current swirled around Vic’s legs and chest. It turned his balls into smooth, round, river-stones, like the ones his feet occasionally touched on the bottom. His fully stiff cock flung itself forward, disregarding the presence of the brief. The guys told each other some dirty jokes, swam a short race, engaged in a splash fight, and generally had a great time. Bear suddenly vanished, then popped up behind Vic. He wrapped his massive arms around the jock at the waist. Vic chuckled, but he soon realized that Bear wasn’t going to release him.

“You and I are gonna be lover’s, man,” announced Bear.

“Huh?” said Vic, startled.

A hand located Vic’s rod and held it. “How come this is so hard, jock?” The hunk rubbed the long muscle slowly. “Yeah. You wanna be my lover, don’t ya!”

“Hey, back off, man; you’re not my lover.”

“This says I am,” Bear persisted, giving the rod some pleasurable squeezes in the right places. “Say it—say ya love this. Say ya love me!”

“We’re not lovers, guy.”

The hunk let go of the rod and gave Vic a bear hug with his python arms. “Say it!”

“No! Let go of me!”

Another big squeeze, more powerful than the first, made Vic gasp for breath.

“Say it!” shouted the hunk.

“No!”

“O.K., boy, you had your chance!”

Bear locked Vic in a neck-cracking full nelson and dragged him to shore with it. He threw the jock on his stomach and jumped on his spine. Vic grunted in pain.

“I love to rassle stuck-up jocks like you! I love to twist ‘em until they scream and break!” Sitting on Vic’s back, he grabbed the guy’s arms and pulled them up into a kind of surfboard. Then he hammerlocked and tied them together with a piece of tent cord. Bear spun around and slid onto Vic’s butt.

“Hope ya got tough legs, boy!” The hunk slammed a steel fist against the inside of the upper left thigh, followed by four more crushing strikes in the same place. Vic yelped, but Bear only smiled and gave the right thigh a similar pounding. After a pause he stood up over the kid and spread his legs wider.

“Say your prayers, jock!” he said, rubbing his hard cock. The hunk crouched low and picked up Vic’s ankles. He rocked back, arching the blond’s body severely.

“Yeah! Yeah!” he kept repeating. Using the full crab was a surefire turn-on for him. His cock poked into the stretchy, black brief and started to jerk. The hold made Vic scream almost continuously. Bear knew how to put the most into this move. He changed the position of his body every so often, attacking a different area of the guy’s spine or legs. The hold was one of his favorites. When Bear crabbed a guy, he didn’t want to stop. And working on Vic’s handsome body was a special pleasure that couldn’t be rushed.

The hunk’s cock swelled, begging to shoot. Bear sat on Vic’s butt and pulled the legs back farther than even an experienced wrestler would dare. Vic couldn’t take it. He saw a flash of light—or was it a stabbing pain he felt? Then everything went black.

The hunk’s rod reached up. Man-juice burst out like a machine gun. It flooded the inside of the brief, coating the rigid tool and ballsack. He finally released Vic’s legs and stood up. He widened his stance and grinned at the soaked brief. “Good one,” he mused to himself. He slipped off the brief and took a dip in the river.

When he returned, he bound Vic’s ankles and wrists. He tied the ankles so that the bottom of one foot was flat against the bottom of the other. He wanted to keep the jock’s thighs spread, and the crotch open. Bear rolled him over. Vic opened his eyes and shook the fog out of his aching head. Horror possessed him. With his hands and feet tied under him, he had no defense.

Bear positioned himself over Vic on hands and knees, with his head directly over the crotch. He studied the long bulge in Vic’s brief. The hunk moved his right hand to the bulge and fingered it from top to bottom. “Great tool, man.”

“Hey, come on,” pleaded Vic. “Let me up and I’ll forget this ever happened.”

“But that would spoil our love-making! You want it real bad, don’t ya!” said Bear.

He looked again at the cockbulge, then once more moved the hand toward it. His thumb and first two fingers pushed under the waistband and seized the cocktip. He pinched the sensitive flesh.

“Ah!” groaned Vic.

Bear laughed. His fingers stroked the tip in a constant circular motion, causing the cock to throb excitedly. “Yeah, I knew you’d dig that.” He withdrew his hand. The hunk held one side of the brief in each hand and pulled it down slowly.

“Ain’t it sexy gettin’ stripped when you’re hard as hell!” The musclehunk gazed at Vic’s cock. “Shit, that’s the best—lookin’ meat I’ve seen in a long, long time! A nine-incher, ain’t it?”

He got up and spread tanning oil on his hands. “A cock like this needs a good tan, lover!” Bear sat down on Vic’s chest. He enclosed the cock in his right hand with almost reverential care. He thought to himself, “Now, this is livin’—sittin’ on a young stud with my hand around his meat and doin’ anything I want!”

Bear oiled the huge tool and held it up. “Heavy brute.” He slid his hand slowly up the rod, releasing it at the tip. The tool jumped several times. “It wants to play!” said Bear. He repeated his pull-up on the slippery sex pole. It pounded hard.

“Get off me, you asshole!” protested Vic.

“Settle down, man. You’re the one that’s gonna get off. He gave the cock more slow pulls, waiting between each so that the jock wouldn’t shoot too soon.

Bear noticed a tall weed growing near his knee. He broke off the main stalk and held its smooth surface between his fingers. He lowered the stalk to Vic’s rod and used the end of it to tickle first the reddened cockhead, then the entire shaft. The teasing went on several minutes as Bear tried to locate the cock’s most sensitive places. Eventually he found them all. Bear grinned when the rod leaped up high to confirm each of his discoveries.

Then the muscleman started to probe the rim of the cockhole. Vic squirmed as Bear slowly pushed the narrow weed down into the opening.

“What the hell are you doin’!” shouted Vic.

“I’m gonna fuck your hole, boy!”

Bear nudged the stalk deeper into the guy’s sex tube. Beads of sweat formed on the jock’s skin. Vic felt the stalk invade more and more of his shaft.

“No!” he yelled, writhing in an intense mixture of pleasure and pain.

Bear finally let go of the embedded stalk and watched the cock react to its presence with countless twitches and jerks. “Maybe it’ll make you cum, jock!” chuckled Bear. After a while, in fact, he saw a drop of sperm remarkably ooze out of the stalk-filled tube.

“Ah!” grunted Vic, suddenly stung by pleasure.

A look of concern swept across Bear’s face. He didn’t want an orgasm so soon: he still had plans for his victim. The muscleman began to inch the stalk upward and out of the long pole. Although Vic was relieved, the torture had left his cock harder than before.

“What a shaft,” mumbled Bear. He rubbed it with his oiled hand.

Trying to buy some time, Vic decided to gamble. “Afraid to show me yours?” he asked.

Bear grinned. He stood up, flipped off his brief, and straddled Vic. The guy’s big rod stretched out above him.

“Not quite as long as yours, but a thick muscle!” The hunk dropped to his knees. He slapped Vic’s face with the stiff tool, and rubbed its wide head across his victim’s cheek. “Suck it.”

Vic turned his face away. Bear reached behind, grabbed the jock’s balls and pinched them hard. Vic shouted in pain. The squeeze was ample incentive for him to follow Bear’s command.

“That’s good,” grunted Bear, savoring the thrills that Vic’s mouth aroused in his cock. “Yeah, yeah,” he whispered. “You know how I like it, man.”

But the river hunk didn’t intend to shoot off just now. He wanted to keep working on his captive—and be at a sexual peak while he did it. He delayed as long as he could, then pulled out.

“Good job, dude.” He teased Vic’s face with his tool in a playful way. He stood up and walked into the tent. This was the opportunity Vic had hoped for. He tried frantically to get his wrists free. He might have succeeded with more time, but Bear returned in less than a minute. A long, heavy boot lace dangled from Bear’s hand. The hunk sat down between Vic’s legs and took hold of the balls.

“I like your nuts, man.” He gave Vic a devilish grin. Bear looped the boot lace under Vic’s bulging sack and over the base of the cock. He moved quickly, circling them three times and finishing with a tie that cinched the balls tightly.

“Used to be in the rodeo,” volunteered Bear. “But found out it’s more fun doin’ it on guys.” He gave the string some test tugs. “O.K., cowboy, let’s see ya ride this one!”

The hunk started to pull up on the balls. At first Vic was more scared than pained, but when Bear put greater pressure on the nuts, the situation was reversed. The hunk tied the end of the torture cord around his mammoth right bicep. He held his arm directly over Vic’s balls in a classic bicep pose. He flexed his muscle and lifted the arm, pulling the ballsack upward.

“Ah!” yelled Vic. “That’s enough, you fucker!”

Bear lowered his arm, but raised it again, this time going higher. He did it countless times, stretching the basket higher and higher. “Come on, ride it, man!”

Vic yelled in a low, raucous voice. The hunk held his arm high and flexed again. He watched Vic’s suffering with great satisfaction.

“Yeah, I gotcha good, don’t I!” His own cock throbbed wildly as he saw Vic’s balls swell e up from the extreme force of the cord.

“God, stop!” begged Vic.

But Bear’s attention was focused only on the balls. “How do they feel, stud? I bet they feel good; they’re awesome.” He paused. “I wanna make ‘em my property! How about if you and I fight for ‘em?”

“What?” said Vic in disbelief.

“We rassle. If you win, you can leave. If I win, I get your nuts to mess with—for as long as I want.”

Vic knew he couldn’t beat the guy, but figured the crazy idea might be his best chance to get away. He agreed.

Bear looked at the jock’s arms and legs. They were pretty well-developed, although nothing like his own rocky limbs. “So ya wanna fight, huh. Should be fun. Let’s do it.”

Bear untied the torture harness, then Vic’s ankles and wrists. The jock went to his knees slowly, still feeling the effects of Bear’s nut pull and crab. Suddenly a sharp pain stabbed into his lower back. His stomach hit the ground. He painfully pushed himself up. Bear rammed another fist into his spine, sending the kid down once more. The hunk turned him over, grinned, and plunged an open hand into his abdomen. The powerful fingers burrowed deeply. The grip seemed to mash his gut like it was jelly.

Vic’s mouth opened to scream, but he didn’t have the strength. The shock of the hold had him frozen. His rod bumped against Bear’s claw hand. The hunk couldn’t resist it. He released the gut and clamped the same hold on the long rod. Vic grabbed Bear’s arm with both hands and tried to pull it off. The hunk laughed at the worthless attempt. He wrenched the cock toward him with a sudden, rough motion.

Vic cried out. His shoulders bolted upright.

“Give, or I’ll tear it off!” yelled Bear.

Vic clenched his fists in agony. “No!”

Bear gave the cock a giant upright jerk. The blond shrieked. He knew he couldn’t take another one like that. He spread his arms widely and slammed his fists into Bear’s temples at the same time. It stunned the hunk enough so that Vic could pull himself away. He made a run for it.

But Bear tackled him almost instantly. “Come on, get up so I can finish ya!”

The guys faced each other, crouching low. The hunk raised the middle finger of each hand and beckoned the jock forward with them. Vic leaped at Bear, but the hunk caught him with a tremendous karate strike in the side. He staggered. The musclehunk spun around and kicked the blond in his crotch. The hit was direct, chopping into the balls full force. Vic screamed, grabbed his basket and fell to the ground.

“Get up!” shouted Bear.

Vic could only crawl. Bear walked beside him as he tried to drag him­self toward his canoe. The hunk let him get as far as the riverbank, then picked him up by his hair. He put his other hand around the front of the guy’s neck, just under the jaw, and squeezed the tender glands and windpipe.

Vic whipped his arms in all directions as Bear’s choke did its work.

“You’ve had it, man!” gloated the hunk, while the blond gasped for air. “This is your last chance to give!” Bear pulled him down to his knees.

“Yes! Yes! I give!” said Vic in a painful whisper.

Bear grabbed the jock’s balls from behind and held them firmly, feeling each one as he spoke. “Whose are these, stud? Whose property are these?”

“Yours!” cried Vic.

“Say it again!”

“My nuts are yours!” said Vic, defeated.

“That’s right, boy! I beat your ass and your nuts are mine!”

Bear pulled up Vic by his balls and made him walk to the river. He forced the kid into the water until it lapped at his chin. Since Bear was several inches taller, he could talk without the annoyance of swallowing water.

“No yellin’, man, or you’ll drown!” Bear wrapped an arm around Vic’s waist from behind. “We’re lovers now, ain’t we.”

Vic nodded his head slightly.

“That’s right—we are. And now it’s time to do some lovin’.”

Bear kept Vic’s balls in his left hand and started to milk the long rod with his right. The kid’s cock was still firm, and as Bear’s experienced hand pulled and squeezed, it hardened a lot more.

“Yeah,” whispered the hunk. He concentrated on the cockhead until it became rock solid. Bear pressed his own rod between Vic’s tight, round buns. He slowly pushed the head inside the jock’s ass. Vic moaned as he felt the tool slide deeper and deeper into him.

“There’s nothin’ like a good water-fuck!” Bear whispered, pushing the rest of his cock inside Vic. “Shit! Your ass feels so good! I know you love it too, ‘cause I’ve got ya by the cock, nuts and ass!”

Vic couldn’t ignore the pleasure that Bear had turned loose in him. Every muscle in his body flexed and stiffened rapidly.

“Yeah, do it!” yelled Bear.

Vic grunted as he yielded to the musclehunk. His cock began to throb excitedly in Bear’s hand. A few seconds later his thick juice shot upward and began firing against the hunk’s palm. The jock-cream flowed around the fingers and merged with the river’s warm current.

Bear couldn’t hold back his own juice one minute more. His tool, buried up to the balls in Vic, tightened to the max. Bear yelled as a paralyzing passion gripped it.

As the thick cum exploded, Bear repeatedly plunged the full length of his shaft into Vic. He kept shooting and plunging and grunting for an hour, or so it seemed to Vic. When the excited hunk finally ran out of juice, he didn’t pull out. The tight hole felt way too good to abandon. Continuing to breathe heavily, Bear kept the shaft deep inside his victim—and his hands firmly locked around the guy’s balls and cock. For several minutes no one talked or moved. The only motion came from the river, whose soothing water curled endlessly around the two handsome bodies. Bear’s cock remained totally stiff. The constant sensation of Vic’s sexy hole against it made sure of that. But soon the shaft began to fill with pleasure once more, a pleasure that Bear could never resist. His balls swelled and hardened. He spread his legs to give them more room.

“Ready for another fucking, boy?” the hunk announced.

In his groggy state, Vic imagined he saw a canoe slowly round the bend and drift toward them. He looked again and discovered it was no dream. The canoe’s only passenger was a shirtless, dark-haired guy Vic’s age. The guy saw the two in the water and smiled.

“You guys got anything to drink? I’m dyin’ of thirst!”

“Yeah,” answered Bear. “There’s beer in the cooler. Help yourself.”

They watched the guy beach his canoe and down a beer. He wore snug, worn Levi’s that highlighted his crotch and athletic legs.

“I bet that jock wants some action,” Bear whispered to Vic. “Maybe he’ll get turned on when he watches me fuck you!”

The guy put down the empty beer can. “How’s the water?”

“It’s great,” answered Bear. Come on in.”

The guy walked to the water’s edge. “Guess I will. The heat’s getting to me.” He stripped to a jockstrap and waded into the river. “Hey, this is great!” Coming closer to the two guys, he noticed that they were still pressed tightly together. He looked at Bear and asked, “Are you fuckin’ him or something?”

“You got it!” grinned Bear.

“You’re shittin’ me!”

“Check it out for yourself,” challenged the hunk. “I’ve got his cock, too!”

The guy moved up to them cautiously. He put a hand on Bear’s arm and let it wander downward. As he neared Vic’s crotch, the guy’s dick began to harden. He felt Bear’s fingers firmly around the balls and cock-base. Then he put his hand on the upper half of Vic’s tool and examined it.

“He’s got a long sucker, don’t he!” said Bear.

“Sure does,” said the guy, smiling. But he clearly read the exhaustion and terror in Vic’s eyes. He decided Vic needed help and gave the cockhead a couple of heavenly hugs as a sign. “My name’s Brent. I’m into this stuff too,” he said.

Bear winked at him. “Thought you were.” He grinned unsuspectingly as Brent’s hand slid around Bear’s upper thigh, looking for an opening between the two bodies. But Bear kept Vic attached to him with so much pressure that no opening existed. Brent then moved his hand to Bear’s perfectly-shaped ass. Bear grunted in pleasure as he explored it. “Yeah, feel my ass while I fuck him.”

As Bear began to thrust, Brent slid his hand down the crack and between the outspread legs. Suddenly he gripped the nutsack with tremendous force.

“Ah!” screamed Bear.

“Now, let go of this guy or I’ll make ya puke all over the river!”

“Fuck you!” shouted Bear defiantly.

Brent jerked the nuts backward violently. Bear utter­ed a sickening yell. He pulled out of Vic, let go of his rod and balls, and disappeared beneath the surface with an agonized cry.

Brent helped Vic make it to the riverbank, then into his canoe. He shoved off, pulled himself aboard, and paddled furiously into the middle of the river. Suddenly the canoe overturned. Bear re-surfaced near them, swearing and chasing the terrified swimmers to shore. Brent reached the campsite first, but Bear brought him down with a flying tackle that nearly knocked him out. Dazed and on his hands and knees, the guy couldn’t move.

Bear grabbed a drinking cup lying next to the firepit and wrapped his arms around the guy’s waist from behind. “You made a big mistake, man!” he jeered. The hunk pressed the cup’s edge into the guy’s rod.

The guy’s screams horrified Vic. He frantically picked up a paddle and ran, stumbling, toward the two.

“This’ll teach ya to mess with ME!” yelled Bear, grinding the sharp cup handle into the guy’s cock.

Vic slammed the paddle down on the back of Bear’s head. The hunk fell motionless. Still screaming, Brent grabbed his cock with both hands and rolled on the ground in pain. Vic tried to calm him down, but it took a while.

“Let me see it,” said Vic. “We gotta see how bad it is.”

The guy finally rolled onto his back and tried to catch his breath. He lifted the pouch of the jockstrap and eased it down below the balls. Vic’s eyes feasted on the big muscle and basket. He stared at the cock and smiled. “No broken skin. Good thing you had your jock on.”

“Good thing I had you here to save me,” said Brent with a thankful smile.

“Guess we saved each other’s hide. My name’s Vic.”

The guys hugged each other, pulled on their jeans and checked the hunk.

“Looks like he’ll be out for a spell,” said Vic.

“Yeah. You gave him the biggest headache of his life!” said Brent.

They got into Brent’s canoe and towed Vic’s behind. Brent paddled, while Vic, still hurting from his ordeal, stretched out on his back and closed his eyes.

Brent stared at Vic’s handsome body. The jock looked fantastic in his tight Levi’s, and seemed to lie there as if he were deliberately displaying himself for Brent. Brent’s cock, though it stung now and then, steadily hardened.

The hot summer sun, occasionally peeking around the green canopy of leaves overhead, illuminated Brent’s crotch and warmly stroked it. Vic raised his eyelids a bit, admiring Brent’s spread legs and what was between them. He put a hand on the guy’s muscular thigh. Brent smiled as they drifted silently downstream. The canoes wound their way among lush stands of maple and spruce, through a forest that grew unrestrained, hugging the river in an endless embrace.

(end)