The Champ

Rick caught my eye the first day he came to our high school. He looked like a born wrestler. He was well-muscled, lean, and not too tall—he had the perfect wrestler’s body. Since we needed more guys on our wrestling team, I asked him if he was interested in signing up. He told me he had wrestled at his old school and liked it a lot. But for some reason he never joined our team. He was a good supporter, though. He always showed up at our meets and followed the matches very closely. Especially mine.

Rick was a quiet guy around most people. Despite his good looks, he didn’t make many close friends, except for me. As I got to know him, I found that he had a cool sense of humor and a first-rate personality. He could also be a little rowdy when he wanted to, and I think I liked that aspect of him best of all. We spent more and more time together. I guess we were a natural pair.

Wrestling was our great love. We liked to practice on each other whenever we had the chance. It was the most fun when parents were away and we could do it in our jocks, or out of them. Unlike me, Rick was really a terrific wrestler. He’d get a kick out of keeping me in a hold for a long time and eventually making me submit. At first I was no match for him, but as our friend­ship grew, I learned many of his techniques. By graduation, I could handle him quite well. We had a ball trying to outdo each other with all kinds of unusual maneuvers. But it turned out that our favorite ones were the holds you won’t find in the wrestling manuals.

Now in college, we were sharing a small but cozy apartment off campus. The term was over and exams were on. At the end of the last nerve-wracking day of tests, it was finally time to loosen up. We had dinner out, then took in a movie to celebrate. We were still restless when we got home. Rick had a frisky look in his eye and a hefty bulge in his white Levis.

“Let’s do it for the championship,” he beckoned, unzipping his fly.

“You’re on!” I responded, as my rod stiffened, ready for action.

Rick stripped to his brief with lightning speed. While I peeled off my jeans, he playfully pranced around me, poking and taunting. He pointed to my outstretched jockstrap and laughed.

“Hey, the champ’s all set!” he said.

Unable to wait any longer, Rick lunged into me. He grabbed my T shirt and tore it off, then swatted my chest with it a few times before firing it at the wall. Our arms locked. Muscles flexed. Rick leaned forward in a frontal attack, ramming his head into my diaphragm. He kept butting me until my back hit the wall with a loud thud.

“God! Let’s keep the match in this apartment!” I said, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge his head. Keeping me pressed against the wall, Rick tickled my sides. His fingers found my jockstrap and slid under its waistband. He pulled the jock away from the skin and gazed down at my hard tool. It climbed higher and higher, inching above the jock. He rubbed the elastic light­ly against my rod, easing the fabric up and down the taut skin. My cock began to twitch excitedly.

“The champ wants a workout!” he said.

Rick pulled my jock down, then captured my cock in a bear hug with both hands. I yelled as he squeezed into me. Just when I thought I’d have to submit, he gradually loosened his hold and moved his face nearer to my cock. I felt his mouth closing around my rigid meat. My body quivered as his lips and tongue intoxicated me with a deluge of sensual caresses. I ran my fingers through Rick’s thick, curly hair. It was no use fighting this—he had me disarmed in a tidal wave of pleasure.

“Here it comes, man” I said. “Watch it shoot!”

Rick backed off, releasing my throbbing tool. We both gazed downward and watched it twitch, then relax little by little.

“Just kidding!” I laughed.

Before he could make another move, I slammed into him. He fell over but managed to drag me down too. We grappled on the carpet. Rick tugged on my jock until he had it off. He got me on my back, took an ankle in each hand and stood up. He hoisted my feet to his waist and started to spread my legs apart.

“Make a wish!” he quipped.

His eyes carefully examined my rod. He spread the legs wider. I didn’t give up. Rick threw down both ankles and dropped to his knees between my legs. His hand clamped onto my rod like a vise. Slowly he began to pull the tool in circles, as if stirring hot, thick soup. More spasms of excitement surged through me. Finally he brought the rod to an upright position and held it there.

“Wanna see a gusher, Scott?” he asked.

This time I expected him to finish me for sure, but he didn’t. He began pulling my cock toward him against its will. He kept bearing down on it and soon had it pointed straight at him. He shifted onto one knee and adjusted his grip. The jock was going to press my rod to the floor and pin it!

“O.K! You win.!” I yelled.

Rick laughed and said, “First fall!”

He broke his hold, crawled over me and sat triumphantly on my gut. My arms rested on his muscular thighs. Although flat on my back, I liked the view. Directly in front of me, Rick’s cock looked like it was trying to push right through his thin, red brief. I couldn’t resist any longer. I snatched the top of the brief and pulled it down, uncovering his big, healthy cock. I hooked the brief behind his balls, then paused to admire the great equipment.

The eager cock was all mine. Rick grinned as I wrapped my hand around it. My thumb began to press and stroke the cock’s smooth, solid tip. It grew bigger and harder. After a while a drop oozed onto its surface, then another. My moistened thumb cruised around and around the slippery head The sensation electrified Rick. His face lit up in satisfaction—he was hooked. He sat up on his knees and thrust his huge rod forward in ecstasy. His hot muscle pounded feverishly inside my hand. His body stif­fened. As the climax neared, I freed the enormous tool. The cock stretched, craving to pump its juice onto my chest. But at the last instant, the climax subsided and left the desperate rod begging for more.

My hands took hold of Rick’s magnificent balls. They were rock-hard and ready for anything. Each hand went to work pulling and squeezing its prize. Rick loved it. You could drive him crazy by manhandling his nuts. I soon had him on the brink of another orgasm. It was a blast watching his outstretched rod jerk frantically, straining to explode. I kept at his balls and brought him to the brink time after time, but never over the edge. I finally wore him out. He collapsed, sprawling on top of me.

After a rest, Rick tossed his brief aside and stood over me, proudly displaying his ruddy balls. Suddenly he crouched down and gripped my rod with both hands.

“Now I’ve gotcha!” he said.

He was right. Rick had me in one of his favorite submission holds. I had seen him use it before. He would get a guy on his back and straddle him. He’d close his fists around the cock and pull it up slowly. The guy would bridge himself higher and higher, and Rick would keep pulling. At some point the dude would have to yield, but Rick rarely broke the hold until he made the guy really sweat it out and beg. It was fun watching Rick cream a guy with this move, but tonight I was not to be its victim.

Quickly I wrenched a foot out from under him. He toppled, losing his grip. I jumped up first and caught him off guard. I charged headlong into Rick and locked him in a powerful bear hug. He struggled to pry himself loose but remained my prisoner. He groaned as I tightened my grasp, though he didn’t submit. My arms pressed into his sides and back, cramming our chests together. Two cocks became one as we were welded into each other. I summoned all my strength and lifted him off the floor, crushing him even more fiercely. He yelled and threw his head back in defeat. I crushed him again.

“O.K!” he shouted. “I give!”

I dropped him and turned away with a hand raised in victory. Without warning he jumped me from behind.

Rick chuckled and said, “Last fall!”

He wrestled me across the living room to the john. Laughing and jostling, we crashed into the shower. I turned on the water. Rick coiled his arms around me from behind. His soapy fingers had fun lathering my cock. He cupped my balls in his left hand. The fingers pressed deeply into them and maintained a firm, even hold. His right fingers began to glide up and down my cock, massaging every inch of it. They pleasured the tingling head until I could hardly stand it. Rick sure knew how to turn a guy on. He had my cock really charged. I braced myself, waiting for his hand to trigger the eruption.

But my buddy wanted more time. The hand slowed to a stop and held the rod steady. His left hand started toying with my balls. Rick’s touch was irresistible. Soon the nuts felt twice their size and weight. He yanked on them gently, cease­lessly. His constant downward pulls became hypnotic and over­powering. My cock tried to move inside Rick’s warm fist. He gradually increased the pressure, forcing my balls toward the shower floor. I widened my stance and crouched lower and lower. Before long he had me on my knees.

As he ravished my blazing balls, hot juice swelled inside me. I could feel it begin to rise, but Rick edged it upward with in­credible control. It felt more fantastic every second. I didn’t know how much longer I could last. My cock tried to leap from his right hand again and again. He held the nuts down as low as he could and fondled them passionately. I was going out of my mind. The juice crept higher. I was beside myself.

Then Rick’s left fingers crawled behind the balls and went after the massive, pulsating root of my shaft. They clutched it and dug in. I gasped and froze. My cock lunged forward.

Rick’s right hand jerked madly on my cock as streams of white lava burst into the air. The cock bucked violently, spurting the fiery fluid against the shower wall. Rick held on. I cried out deliriously. Rick didn’t let up and neither did my hot cream. It kept shooting out in a strong, steady rhythm.

“Yeah! Yeah!” whispered Rick in my ear.

I reeled as both hands worked deeper into me. His fingers refused to quit. My mind whirled. Time evaporated.

Later we went back into the living room, still naked. Rick stretched out on the sofa, pulling me down on top of him. His legs locked around mine. A hand wandered up and down my side, then across my chest and stomach. It touched my solid rod and explored it thoroughly.

“Doesn’t it ever rest?” asked Rick.

“Not when it’s the champ!” I said.

“Wanna go one more fall, champ?” he asked.

“Whenever you’re ready!” I answered.

We rolled onto the floor, each of us struggling to gain the advantage. Rick’s legs snaked around my waist and caught me in a tight body scissors. My abdominals soon ached under the grind­ing pressure of his powerful thighs. I worked a hand between his legs. My fingers squeezed into his bulging nuts. My buddy’s cock jerked. He tried to demolish me by suddenly doubling the power of his scissors. But I worked the balls until his cock jerked steadily, longing to fling out the juice that had been building as we grappled. In another second, the tool would get its wish.

Still not wanting to give in, Rick grabbed my hair and quickly pulled my head to the carpet. A single drop of cum fired from his excited cock. He sprang at me and gripped my hot tool. It was as hard as steel and itching for another breathtaking ex­plosion.

“Got any more juice, Scotty?” he asked, shaking my tool erotically.

“Yeah, a fresh brew!” I said.

“We’ll find out!” Rick responded, grabbing for my balls. Before he could get at them, I broke free. Then I plowed into his side, knocking him on his back. I leaped onto his thighs. I slapped my hands on his gut, surprising him with a double claw­ hold. As my fingers pressed into him, Rick twisted and squirmed, unable to escape the punishing grip.

“Had enough?” I asked.

“Yeah!” he said instantly.

I released him and looked down at my prize.

“Guess what the winner gets!” I said.

The tip of Rick’s reddened cock was wet with cum. And his balls seemed to be growing even bigger.

I pulled him up and over to a large cushioned chair. As he sank back into it, I knelt on the floor between his legs. I lowered my head to his huge basket and began licking and sucking his great, hairless balls. The pleasure paralyzed him. His cock began jerking again, anxious to pump itself dry. Rick’s muscles strained. He raised his butt off the chair.

I locked both hands onto his throbbing cock. The smooth, flaming shaft was ready to burst. I held the tool steady, then suddenly pulled it forward and squeezed. His nuts shuddered against my tongue.

Rick cried out as the cum hurled from his hysterical rod. The creamy juice pelted him until his whole chest was covered. Rick’s face was lost in paradise. I finally got up and brought my dazed buddy a towel.

“Did I hit the spot?” I asked, grinning.

Rick beamed. He spread his legs apart and laughed.

“I can’t wait ‘til our next exams!” he said.

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