Summer Camp Dreams

The naked hunk stood in front of me in a wide stance with hands on his waist, ready to wrestle.

“I wanna check out your balls before we start,” I said to him. The guy spread his muscular legs apart further to make it easy for me. His nuts hung low. They were giants. The ball sack was smooth and hairless. I took the nuts in my hand and fingered them thoroughly. They began to get firmer and larger. I slowly pulled down, stretching the scrotum as it tightened around the hunk’s maleness. His stiff rod pointed straight at me.

He looked at my long cock. “Let’s do it, man,” he said.

The hunk plowed into me. His massive arms immediately circled my waist and lifted me into a breath-stopping bear hug. My excited cock throbbed against his gut. He doubled the pressure, putting the squeeze on my rod intentionally. I felt my juice building rapidly. He crushed me harder. I yelled as my cock started pumping, out of control…

I sat up suddenly in the lower bunk bed. It was too late to stop my cock! Big spurts of cum began to shoot into my brief. Pleasure consumed me. I laid back down to enjoy it. The squirting went on and on, filling the pouch with warm sex cream. It felt terrific! I writhed as waves of pleasure washed over me and cum drenched the front of my brief. I wondered if any of the other guys had heard me yell out. I peered into the dark cabin. No one seemed to be awake. Saved.

I stripped off the wet brief and stuffed it under a sheet. Tomorrow I’d wash it out and nobody would know what happened. I looked at the counselor’s bunk in the far corner. He was silent and motionless. I could almost hear him breathe as he slept. I tried to fall asleep again, but my fantasies about the hunky counselor returned. At nineteen he was a little older than me, and liked to talk about one of my favorite turn-ons—wrestling. I would have to overcome my shyness and try to get to know him better.

The next day there was so much to do that I forgot about the brief—until I jumped onto the bunk that night. I made sure the other guys didn’t notice me put my hand under the sheet. The brief was gone. I searched again and again, but the brief just wasn’t there. Who could have found it? I laid on my back trying to figure out what to do next. I was the only guy still awake when someone entered the cabin. I raised my head and recognized Dave, the counse­lor.

He heard my mattress creak and turned in my direction. A couple of minutes later he walked over to my bunk. There was enough light to see that he was wearing only a jockstrap. He squatted next to my bed.

“This is yours, right?” whispered Dave, holding up the missing brief.

My mouth fell open.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna rat on ya, Scott. I washed it with some of my own briefs today. Here.”

He handed me the brief and was gone in a flash. I was stunned. Why did he tell me that he’d washed it with his own stuff? Did he mean his were full of cum, too? Or had this only been another dream? I fell asleep with visions of Dave again swirling through my brain.

In the morning, the guys in our cabin started a two day orienteering exer­cise. Each team consisted of three campers and a counselor. Counselors from other cabins were used, but when the teams were matched up, Dave and I were the only ones left. So we became our own team. I didn’t know how that ever happened, but I wasn’t about to object to such great news!

After about two hours of hiking, we sat down to rest on a hill that over­looked a small lake. I caught Dave looking at my jeans.

“You always wear Levi’s, don’t ya,” he commented.

“Yeah,” I said.

“And tight ones, too,” he added.

I grinned sheepishly.

“They fit ya great.”

“Thanks. Same for you,” I pointed out.

Dave smiled and glanced at his own crotch. “These ARE are kinda tight, but they feel better this way, don’t they.”

“Yeah, definitely.” The topic allowed me to gaze at Dave’s faded 501’s without feeling funny about it. They sure made his muscular thighs look great. I wanted to touch them, but guys don’t do that kind of thing with other guys.

“You like the button fly?” asked Dave.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I do, too,” he said. “But a little tricky when ya wanna open it fast!”

We both laughed. Dave and I got along very well together. We breezed through the orienteering project and had most of it finished in a few hours.

“This is great,” said Dave happily. “We’ll have all day tomorrow to just goof off! Whadya think of that, hotshot?”

He gave my butt a slap. It was a hard slap, but I didn’t flinch. What I liked about it was that he didn’t remove his hand right away—he held on. It was only for a second or two, but the move gave me a clear message. I grinned back at him as we continued to walk side by side down the wooded trail.

After dinner we stretched out by our campfire to relax. I found it difficult not to stare at Dave’s terrific arm and leg muscles. Suddenly the guy crawled on top of me. He sat on my gut on spread his folded legs as far apart as he could get them. Did he want me to notice his crotch? If so, his plan worked. My insides trembled when I saw how Dave’s tight Levi’s were pressing into his balls. God, what a stud. His Levi-clad thighs were unbelievably sexy. I hadn’t realized until that moment how much I was attracted to his body. I wanted to touch it all over, especially his powerful legs and perfectly shaped ass. He reminded me of a Greek statue I saw in a book once—super handsome, naked, and muscles everywhere.

Dave put his hands on my sides. He playfully drilled his index fingers into me. He laughed when I jumped.

“So you’re ticklish!” He drilled me again. I instinctively grabbed his thighs and squeezed to retaliate. Dave grinned. He stopped tickling, but kept his hands on my sides. My own hands rested on those fantastic thighs. He slid back and sat with his ass right on my dick. It had already become stiff. He put his hands under my tee shirt. His fingers found the tits. He teased and pinched and pulled them until they stood straight up. By now my dick was really hard. I’m sure he felt it. But it didn’t bother me too much because I could see Dave’s whopper under his Levi’s. He sure didn’t try to hide it. He was proud of it.

“Well, how ‘bout that,” he said, looking down at his crotch. “It’s showin’ off tonight!” We laughed.

“Yours is too,” he grinned. Dave rubbed his butt against my cock. It made me feel so horny I thought I’d go crazy. He must have seen it on my face as I stared at his rod.

“Go ahead, I’ll let ya touch it,” he said.

I cautiously moved my right hand across the thigh toward the big tool. Dave watched closely, smiling when I got the rod between my fingers and tried a test squeeze. He didn’t move my hand away, so I kept it there as we talked.

“You like rasslin’?” he asked.

“I watch the pro’s on TV. That’s about it.”

“Yeah, so do I. I know a lot of good moves. Want me to show ya some?”

“Sure.”

He got off me and sat up on his knees. He pulled me up to the same position and wrapped an arm snugly around my neck.

“Side headlock,” he said.

The hold put my face very close to his fly. He spread his legs wider.

“Try to get out of it.”

I couldn’t budge my head. Dave chuckled, and started grinding my head in circles. The hunk applied more pressure, practically cutting off my wind. “Yeah! Watcha gonna do about it?”

He wrenched my head back and forth, unwilling to break the hold. I could only think of one thing to do. I put my hand between Dave’s legs and squeezed his balls.

“Ahhh!” he yelled, almost sounding pleased rather than pained.

I squeezed harder, but he seemed to like it and didn’t weaken the headlock. Finally I crushed into his nuts.

“Ouch!” he shouted with a laugh, and released the hold.

Dave crawled aside, clutching his balls. “Good move!” he said. The hunk sprang without warning and knocked me on my stomach. He got me in a double hammerlock, then rolled me on my side.

“See how ya like THIS one,” he said.

Holding the double hammerlock with one hand, he pushed the other into my crotch from behind. He reached up to my cock and gripped it. I shouted in surprise. Since he had his arm wedged tightly between my legs, he was getting my balls, too. My mind reeled from the erotic excitement of this hold. At first I tried to get away, but the feeling was so pleasurable that I soon laid back and just enjoyed it. Feeling Dave’s fingers around my cock was a fantastic sensation. I groaned in pleasure as he explored it through my Levi’s, glad that it was no longer “private” or off limits to him.

He got to know my tool very quickly. “You have a sweet cock, man!” he said. The words made me even hornier. He unbuttoned my fly and slid his hand under my white brief. He coiled his fingers around my hot shaft. I grunted in total pleasure. I realized this is what I’d wanted a guy to do for a long time. But it was more than that. I wanted a guy to grip it, wrestle it, possess it. I wanted him to fight me, like I’d seen guys do so often in the locker room. I wanted someone to rip my jockstrap off and squeeze the cum out of my fired-up cock.

As Dave fingered my rod, I was sure it had become three feet long. He really had me going and was having a ball doing it. “I’m gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good that you’ll scream your lungs out, man!” he said in a low, sexy voice.

I felt a sudden ecstasy in my shaft. The hunk had put some kind of hold on it. My whole body shuddered. I cried out in a deep, rasping voice. I had never experienced pleasure so intense. It seemed like Dave was attacking my rod with a powerful pleasure weapon I had no chance against. The weapon reached down through my shaft and took charge of my cum. I struggled—not to stop the attack, but to get my cock pumping. It felt as if the hunk were keeping my cock at the brink of an orgasm, somehow preventing the climax from happening. The tool throbbed excitedly while I strained and writhed under Dave’s incredible sex-submission hold.

“Oh god!” I screamed, completely out of my mind with pleasure. I bucked and jerked fiercely, but the hunk held on. He had me and he knew it. I gasped for breath as the pleasure became almost unbearable. My cock pounded like hell. I screamed again. Dave pressed his head up against mine in a kind of wrestling embrace.

“Yeah,” he whispered in my ear. His sexy voice drove me crazier. “Yeah, Take it, take it!” he urged.

I looked down at my cock in desperation, but couldn’t see anything. My brief kept his unbelievable hold hidden. I tilted my head back all the way in agonizing pleasure. My mouth opened as huge breaths escaped and entered me. I don’t remember how long he kept me this way. I lost track of time. Finally my cock could no longer contain the pleasure. I screamed again as it ex­ploded with a force I’d never felt before. White-hot jets of cum blasted clear through my brief.

“Yeah, good boy!” said Dave, feeling the cum gradually saturate my brief.

When it ended, I lay exhausted, and soon fell asleep with the hunk’s hand in my crotch.

I awoke with Dave sitting next to me. “I creamed you good, buddy!” he said. “You gotta terrific cock on you, man. That sucker squirts like hell!”

He grinned and got up. My rod was still hard and occasionally twitched from the memory of Dave’s hold. I wanted him to stay and wrestle it again. Did this mean I was gay? I wanted Dave’s hands back on my hard pole. Maybe he thought it was a big joke. Maybe he did this to a lot of guys that camped with him. Maybe I was just his fun for the day. Maybe tomorrow he’d be messing with another guy.

That night as the campfire blazed nearby, I felt myself drifting toward sleep. I couldn’t see Dave, although I knew he wasn’t far away. My cock stayed hard, ready for the hunk if he should return. He didn’t. My eyes closed in disappointment.

Suddenly Dave shook my shoulder. “Wake up, man!” I heard him say.

I felt warm, but when I opened my eyes I discovered I was naked, lying beside the fire in the darkness.

“What’s going on?” I asked, hardly awake yet.

“Nothin,’ answered Dave. “I stripped ya when you were asleep and haven’t been able to take my eyes off your sexy bod. You and I are gonna do some more wrestlin,’ buddy.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“Why not? You’re horny as hell—look at your stiff cock. Come on. We’ll take it slow.”

I managed to get to my feet.

“Ever wrestled naked before? It’s great!”

The hunk got behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. It felt so “right” to have his body pressed against mine. It must have been the same for him, because he held me like that for a long time before doing anything else. Then his arms began to crush my waist. I liked it. I didn’t try to pull them away. He rubbed his cock against my butt.

“Let’s rassle dirty!” he said.

“Yeah,” I grunted, willing to go along with whatever would keep me in physical contact with Dave.

“Ya know, I’m gettin’ to like you a lot,” he said.

Hearing that sure made me feel great. Staying behind me, he turned his hold into a full fledged bear hug. I groaned from the sheer pleasure of being squeezed by my hunk-idol. He lifted me off the ground for a time, and lowered me. It was fantastic! Dave’s right arm left my waist and snaked between my buns. The hand pushed into my crotch. The guy clamped it on my balls with a gutsy shout. I reacted with a similar yell. He didn’t let go, yet I wasn’t scared about what he might do. Somehow, I trusted Dave with my balls. He pulled them down, stretching the basket to see how much I could take. It only made me feel more horny! Dave repeated the slow, downward pull many times, forcing the basket lower each time.

“Wanna give?” he asked.

“No!”

Dave changed the position of his hand on my balls. “You’ve got sexy nuts, man,” he said. “Real sexy.” He gave them a good inspection. “They’re gettin’ nice ‘n’ big—just right for the ‘scorpion.’”

“What’s that?”

“Ya do it like this…..”

I couldn’t see the hold, but it felt like Dave had his thumb on the back of my basket and his first two fingers wrapped around the balls in front—sorta hooking a fingertip onto the top of each ball. When he was ready, the hunk drove the tips down into my maleness. A stinging pleasure gripped both balls.

“Ah!” I yelled, using one very long breath.

Dave wiggled the fingers, doubling the effect.

“Yes! I give! I give!”

The hunk laughed. “That one gets everybody,” he said, rubbing my balls gently.

He pulled me down and bent my back over his outstretched thigh. He held me by working his fingers into the tender place just under my jaw. I groaned, unable to open my mouth. He grabbed my cock with his other hand. He started to jack me off, slowly at first, then picking up more speed. Dave soon had my rod on the edge of an orgasm.

He let go of it for a minute or so and watched the shaft twitch in antici­pation. Then he began to tickle it. He worked on different areas, from the very bottom to the cock head. I squirmed from the overwhelming pleasure this torture produced. Dave held me in place and concentrated his tickling on a spot slightly below my cut head. It drove me wild. A spurt of pre-cum shot onto my gut.

“Yeah!” said the hunk. He stopped and described to me what my cock looked like. “Your tool is jerking like mad, buddy! It’s tryin’ to let loose all that cum of yours! I think it needs a helpin’ hand!”

He took my cock in his hand and squeezed with amazing power. I gasped—the grip caused an instant orgasm. He milked me until he had every last drop. Yet , I craved more action. The hunk dropped me to the ground, but coiled his legs around my gut at the same time. He lay with his huge cock facing me, within easy reach. I gripped it and yanked down. Dave grunted but didn’t make a move to stop me. I jerked and squeezed the muscle roughly, maybe to show my idol how much of a cock wrestler I could be.

“Yeah! Get me!” shouted Dave. His excitement made me even more aggressive. He loved everything I threw at his cock. Suddenly the big tool tightened. I crushed it using all my strength. Dave responded by brutalizing me with the scissors. But as he did, his cock erupted in massive, athletic, power jerks. Cum shot out, hitting my body like machine gun blasts.

The guy’s energy was unlimited. Instead of slowing him down, the orgasm did just the opposite. He jumped onto my chest, knocking the air out of me. He pinned my right arm with both hands and smashed it with his knees. I shrieked in pain. He ground the knees into my biceps until I cried out again. Then he switched to my left arm and repeated the punishment. Still not satis­fied, Dave crawled between my legs and slapped painful claws onto both thighs at once. His strong fingers tore into the muscles. It was murder, but strangely, I also liked the sensation.

Dave had me totally beat. My back seemed glued to the ground. His work on my arms left them aching and useless. The hunk gripped the insides of my thighs and began pushing them apart. He didn’t stop until he had me in an extreme split. My balls hardened; I could feel my basket increase in size.

“You win, man!” I said, straining in the killer split.

“Yeah, stud, I do win.” He wrapped a hand around my cock and the other around my basket. “And this is what I win!” He squeezed hard. I yelled, but I was glad he had control of my maleness once more. He shook my nuts and grappled with my cock. I bridged up in complete ecstasy……

I awakened with a start, breathing rapidly. My butt hit the ground. Dave was sitting between my widely spread legs.

“You musta had one hell of a dream, guy!” he said with a grin. “Settle down.”

My muscles relaxed. Dave massaged my legs. It dawned on me that I really HAD been dreaming, but that I was also naked. At least that part wasn’t a dream. Or was it? I looked at the fire. It was now a rosy glow.

“I bet you were dreaming about rasslin,” suggested Dave. “Hope it was with ME.”

I smiled. An awesome tiredness spread over me. My eyelids sank lower.

Dave rubbed tanning oil on my thighs, coming nearer and nearer to my balls. Finally he cupped them in his hand.

“Am I dreamin’ this, Dave?” I asked in a whisper.

“Nope. I’ve got your nuts right here in my hand.” He gave them a friendly squeeze. “You’re gay, man—just like me.”

A look of anxiety must have swept across my face.

“Just relax. We’re gonna be great buddies,” he reassured me. “I want us to be together a lot—forever, I hope. I’m gonna make you a real wrestlin’ stud. I’m gonna show ya the good stuff, like how to rassle these!”

He pulled my nuts, one in each hand. I grunted, enjoying the pleasure of it. He demonstrated one hold after another on my balls. My rod began jerking in excitement.

“Here’s one that’ll get ya!” he said.

I didn’t see the hold he applied—I only felt it. My balls tightened. They felt gigantic. Pleasure pricked into them all over. Then it penetrated the nuts so thoroughly that I couldn’t hold back the inevitable. My cock reached up and spit out long, hot streams of cum. As I shot off it felt like Dave was using my balls to squeeze out the juice. I squirmed in a total state of ecstasy.

Although drenched in cum and exhausted, I held his hand on my nuts. I wanted more.

“What a stud,” chuckled Dave. He rubbed my hard basket. “I’ve been waitin’ to meet a guy like you for a long time—sexy as hell and hard all the time!” He gripped the base of my cock with both hands and pulled it upright. He kept pulling, forcing my butt off the ground. I stretched up into a high bridge. He bent forward and lowered his mouth to my cock. The hunk grabbed my buns. He pulled them up, driving my rod still deeper into his mouth. He squeezed my buns as he sucked me into delirious paradise.

My groans echoed through the night woods. My cock exploded at last, throbbing violently with each thrust.

It took me a little longer to recover this time. Dave and I laid on our sides facing each other, talking about balls and cocks, until I was ready to go at it again. The guy’s fantastic body glowed red in the embers of the camp­fire.

He got to his feet and spread his legs. “Come on, let’s go another fall,” he said.

The naked hunk stood in front of me in a wide stance with hands on his waist, ready to wrestle.

“I wanna check out your balls before we start,” I said to him. The guy spread his muscular legs apart further to make it easy for me. His nuts hung low. They were giants. The ballsack was smooth and hairless. I took the nuts in my hand and fingered them thoroughly. They began to get firmer and larger. I slowly pulled down, stretching the scrotum as it tightened around the hunk’s maleness. His stiff rod pointed straight at me.

He looked at my long cock. “Let’s do it, man,” he said.

The hunk plowed into me. His massive arms immediately circled my waist and lifted me into a breath-stopping bear hug. My excited cock throbbed against his gut. He doubled the pressure, putting the squeeze on my rod intentionally. I felt my juice building rapidly. He crushed me harder. I yelled as my cock started pumping, out of control….

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