The Model

When you look at my buddy, he sure stands out among other guys: he has broad shoulders, an extremely narrow waist, curly blond hair, a handsome face, square jaw, green eyes, muscles everywhere, a rounded ass, and a height well over six feet. Besides that, just about everyone likes his bubbly personality, especially lots of girls. This created an annoyance for me, because it wasn’t easy getting Lonnie alone without a girl also hanging around.

Those days have ended, fortunately. He and I have become best buddies. Our friendship started—believe it or not—with underwear. Since we just finished with high school, Lonnie wants to start a career as a model. But not any kind of model: he wants to do underwear modeling. Most handsome guys don’t get into that. On the other hand, not many guys have a body as spectacular as Lonnie’s.

After sending some images of himself to a lot of big companies specializing in modeling, he received some positive replies. But he also sent images to companies catering to gay guys. Lonnie especially wanted to hear from those. Up to this time he had kept his gay status usually well hidden, yet before he accepted any offers, he wanted advice from his partner—me.

“Show me how you’d model some jocks,” I said. We went to our bedroom, where he took off his shoes, shirt and Levis. He started giggling nervously as he sorted through his collection of briefs.

“When the photographers start taking photos of you, don’t look so happy showing off a jock! Look serious, even tough and intimidating. Show off the underwear and also your big bulges. Guys seeing those images may buy more jocks because of that.”

The first brief he put on had become a favorite of mine. Every time I saw him in it I seemed to lose control of myself! The brief’s white cotton fabric showed off his tanned body dramatically. I immediately wanted to touch his beautiful skin. But even more, I wanted to spend time fondling him in that sexy, low-rise brief. Lonnie has balls twice as big as you would expect and a very long dick. Instead of hiding those things, the design of that no-fly brief made them stand out. The brief’s very high leg openings made the brief resemble a jockstrap in style, a very alluring one.

But when he slipped the brief on, Lonnie couldn’t stop snickering, which didn’t help the overall image in front of me. I put a hand over his mouth to discourage him. But that made him laugh even more. Only when I spread my fingers across his bulges did the laughing subside a bit.

“Get serious!” I reminded him.

I squeezed into the brief harder, squelching his giggles. I slid my fingers under a leg opening and pulled on the narrow elastic band encircling the skin. I stretched the elastic to test its strength and let it snap back against the skin. I did that a couple of times, then moved my fingers lower, feeling under the brief’s edges as they moved. They often touched parts of Lonnie’s immense dick. I could feel it hardening as my fingers slid across the stiffening skin.

When my fingers reached the bottom of the brief, they reached farther inside it. They began to carefully grasp as much of the sack as they could. That skin-to-skin contact brought another giggly smile to Lonnie’s face. The guy’s balls felt pretty hard—harder than they usually do. I waited for his giggles to end and slid both of my hands under the front of the brief. I wrapped the fingers of one hand around the top half of his cock. I held most of his balls with the other hand. I paused, feeling kind of privileged holding my buddy’s sex in my hands.

Although my hands didn’t move, Lonnie’s giant cock began to transfer increasing warmth into the fingers that surrounded it. The pulsing and the warmth grew stronger. Both of us stood there facing each other, trance-like, unwilling to break the almost hypnotic spell. I don’t have any idea how long we stood there like that. At times Lonnie would make horny sounding grunts whenever his humungous cock occasionally released some spurts of pre-cum into that sexy brief.

I had to admit to myself that keeping my hands inside his brief made a big impact on me. Part of it came from the feeling that my hands had sort of become a part of that brief—at least sharing the space with the guy’s balls and cock. I nudged Lonnie against the side of the bed. He slowly sat down on it as I pulled my hands out of his brief. I grinned as I felt the front of it, dampened by his pre-cum deposits.

I got behind him on the bed and sat on my knees. I put my arms around his waist and at the same time slid both hands once more under the front of his brief. My left hand snuggled around the mammoth ball sack and my right found its place around his pulsing cock. Lonnie put a hand approvingly on each of my arms. I rested my chin on Lonnie’s strong shoulder. As before, I held my hands steady. As I did, I felt Lonnie’s masculinity pulsing in his bulging cock and stiff testicles. That power seemed to keep me glued to Lonnie, or him to me. I felt no urge to jack him off, although I think he wanted me to do that. After holding his maleness for a while I could feel sperm churning within his balls. The strength of that churning kept building, as if flexing just for me.

His balls seemed to dare me to squeeze them harder. But I held back, keeping the pressure constant rather than excessive. It made me think of a pro-wrestler applying a choke hold on his opponent. To spectators it seemed devastating. But to pro-wrestlers themselves, it had very little impact compared to an actual choke.

As I peered over Lonnie’s shoulder, I saw intermittent squirts of pre-cum continue to moisten the brief as I clutched his cock and balls. I could feel the tightening skin around his giant ‘nads. Lonnie’s fingers pressed into my arms with more muscle.

“Jack me!” whispered Lonnie, hoping to feel the resulting pleasure that every man loves.

“Don’t be in such a rush!” I replied quietly. “I’m gonna take every drop in your balls...eventually!”

Unable to accept the word “eventually,” Lonnie repeated his request to me more fervently. But the guy’s growing pleasure had overpowered his demand for a jackoff. I had him and he knew it. Lonnie rocked his head back and forth in frustration, hoping for an orgasm that didn’t happen.

“Not yet, boy,” I said.

Lonnie groaned in his sexiest voice, but he said nothing and didn’t move. His impatience slowly seemed to leave him as I took control of his fantastic body. His balls began to feel like smooth, oval-shaped rocks in my hand rather than testicles. His pleasure kept growing, but at a rate so slow that nobody could calculate it. I had played with them before, but never in this way for this long. Keeping them at the height of arousal gave me an incredible thrill. I had to fight with myself to avoid cumming myself. I wanted to keep both of us feeling this way forever. Time had become irrelevant to me.

But Lonnie could no longer stand any more buildup of pleasure, no matter how slight. He tried to speak but no words came out. A few seconds later I could feel cum shooting up through his long cock. His power blasts defied description. I felt them squirting into the awesome brief and quickly soaking the front of it. Lonnie gasped, feeling his thick juice beginning to run down my cock-gripped fingers. Feeling that warm liquid on my skin almost pushed me over the edge again.

Lonnie later told me that his orgasm felt better and lasted much longer than any other ones he’d remembered. Hearing those words made me feel great—especially because I didn’t use any of my usual techniques to jack him off. I got him just by putting a grip on the stud’s balls with one hand and at the same time locking my other hand around his cock. I didn’t move my hands at all, not even to do some ball-squeezing, which is one of my favorite things to do to a guy!

After Lonnie’s orgasm I reluctantly freed his balls and cock. I left the bed and stood in front of him, staring at his wet brief. I slowly stripped the guy, threw the brief aside and moved closer. I watched his cock leaping up, trying unsuccessfully to eject more cum. Lonnie couldn’t move, still feeling enormous pleasure spasms throughout his rod. I stared at its repeated jumping and soon couldn’t resist taking it in my mouth.

Instantly Lonnie threw his back against the mattress and gripped the bed sheet with each hand. The warmth and pleasure of my mouth made him cry out for another orgasm, even though that would rob him of even more energy. It didn’t matter to him. Although I had drained the guy only a few minutes earlier, Lonnie wanted to feel that intense pleasure once more. For myself, I had always dreamed of getting sexually involved with a handsome guy like Lonnie. So I sucked him in a very committed way, disregarding the frantic, ticklish cries that made his body writhe involuntarily. Suddenly he grabbed my head and pushed it down. That brought my mouth nearly to his ball sack. He held my head there until his cock exploded for the second time. Yelling in delight the guy fed me huge amounts of cum. I swallowed every delicious spurt as it filled my mouth. The guy never seemed to run out of his potent liquid for me.

Like him, my own pleasure had reached the breaking point. I rolled Lonnie onto his side and started to push his butt hole open with my cock. He grabbed me and moaned as my pole slowly worked its way into him. It didn’t stop. When my rod could go no further, I gave it a rest. I kept it at a standstill, rooted totally inside him. I gave my buddy a long and passionate hug. At that point what Lonnie did surprised me. He flexed his butt-cheeks hard, squeezing into my rod with his ass. I yelled as his ass-grip tightened. He did it several times, demonstrating the power of his well-muscled ass to dominate me.

I squealed, feeling an awesome pressure determined to make my cock submit. My rod began to swell with increased pleasure. A few seconds later it exploded in a rush of excitement. Lonnie groaned, feeling my cum squiring into him, He kissed me as his ass filled with my essence. Lonnie and I both shouted our pleasure loudly as that spread throughout our bodies.

The image of Lonnie wearing a brief wouldn’t leave my mind. So later that day I asked him to model several other jocks for me—without laughing or smiling or getting fucked. Some looked similar to jock straps or bikinis, while others featured fuller brief styles. Each time he modeled one he let me finger his balls and cock through the thin fabrics. He loved that because it always kept him hard!

While Lonnie waited to receive more reactions from companies about his sent images, we decided to take a break and go camping for the weekend. We picked a large wilderness park having only a few formal camp sites. We loved the remoteness and quietness of the place. Luckily we saw and heard no other people there. We set up our campsite close to a small lake. Feeling frisky, we unpacked our skimpiest jocks and modeled them for each other.

We took a blanket to the little lake and relaxed on its beach. We loved basking in the sunlight. We also loved occasionally fondling each other’s body there. Lonnie’s tool gradually became harder as I tickled it through the nearly transparent jock he wore. Lonnie began snickering again, but that ended abruptly when a youth suddenly walked out of the woods near us carrying a backpack and wearing running shoes. Yet our biggest shock came from seeing what else he wore—only a faded, red brief and nothing else. We took special notice of that brief, because it held sizable bulges in its front.

We greeted the stranger, but our eyes kept focusing on that low-slung brief and the youth’s slender body. I thought he might keep walking past us, but he stopped, put down his pack and sat on the beach to talk.

After Lonnie and I introduced ourselves, the guy did the same, giving his name as Chance. I noticed a bit of nervousness from him right away. That impression became stronger when I asked him his age. He hesitated, but then said, “I just had my fifteenth birthday.”

Lonnie remarked about that being a great age, but Chance frowned a bit. “Yeah, but there’s too many things I can’t do or shouldn’t do until I’m older.“

“Like buy a beer, drive, get hooked up with someone,” I added, completing his idea.

He looked at me with a face that showed a sudden sadness. “Yeah, I know—plus lots of other things.”

Then I noticed what seemed like tears forming in his eyes. He quickly hung his head, maybe afraid that Lonnie or I might see them. Yet—I know it sounds strange to say this—that’s when we became Chance’s friend.

Lonnie gave him some immediate advice. “Look at it this way: you’re young, you have a great-looking body—and you’re not afraid to walk around in public just wearing a brief! What an awesome guy!” A moment later Lonnie said, “By the way, you look super hot in that brief.”

“He knows what he’s talking about,” I said to Chance. “Lonnie’s tryin’ to get a job modeling briefs.”

Chance looked up at Lonnie with a grin. “Really? He would look great doing that!” Chance took a long look at Lonnie’s body, but he gazed mostly at the minimal brief he wore, and the growing bulge under it. Then he spoke in disconnected phrases. “I wish…I wish I had a partner….like you have.”

At that point I almost cried out of sympathy for the youth, like I’m sure Chance himself wanted to do. Instead I said, “Yeah, but you now have two new buddies.” I reached out a hand and shook Chance’s hand. “How about joining us on the blanket? There’s room for you.”

When Chance stretched out alongside me, wearing just his pale red brief, I realized what a hot body he had. “You’re O.K.” I told him, smiling. “I’m glad you’re here with us.”

Chance smiled back. A few minutes later, he cautiously rested a hand on my chest. I put my hand on top of his. Then I heard him sigh, as if releasing a whole lot of accumulated tension. Seeing that, Lonnie ventured an understanding smile too.

I said to Chance, “I hope you won’t mind, but I wanna play with Lonnie for a while. Don’t leave.”

Chance sat up on his knees, smiling. I think he had a good idea of what I meant by using the word “play.” His dick hardened further in his brief as he watched us.

I began by embracing Lonnie and at the same time rubbing my hand slowly up and down the narrow cloth that covered most of Lonnie’s already stiff cock. Chance watched it closely. The cock started to slowly lift above Lonnie’s gut, stretching the jock along with it.

At the same time, Chance’s aroused cock started to push his red brief outward. The brief quickly became a dazzling showcase for the youth’s healthy cock, clearly revealing its shape without any sense of hesitation or guilt. The brief outlined each of Chance’s balls in the same way. I saw them increasingly poke into his brief as I stroked Lonnie’s cock.

Chance had an expression of disbelief on his face as he saw Lonnie’s cock growing to a size far larger than the jock could accommodate. I finally pulled the jock aside, letting the cock reach up into the sunlight. When I wrapped both of my hands around it, that ended Chance’s ability to control himself any further. He pulled the front of his brief down and let his cock hang free in front of us.

Lonnie and I both marveled at the size and jumpiness of the kid’s tool. As my eyes checked it out, I squeezed into Lonnie’s cock with more power. It made Lonnie gasp, because the squeeze went on and on. Chance spit on his rod and started to slowly jack it in front of us. After some time, I broke my hold on Lonnie’s cock and watched it leap up, as if ready for more. I grabbed it again and re-applied my two-handed choke on the tall joystick. I heard Chance groan quietly as he continued to jack his cock.

When I released Lonnie’s cock once more, Chance watched it keep leaping. But when I grabbed Lonnie’s balls, I heard Chance groan loudly. I wondered why. Did that move frighten Chance? Or did he like it? Did he wonder what it felt like? Or did he want to squeeze another guy’s balls too? I had all kinds of questions.

Lonnie had no questions. He simply liked ball action of any kind, so he merely grinned as began to squeeze his ‘nads—together and one-at-a-time. Chance had somewhat of a dreamy and yearning look on his face. After my initial ball-squeezing, I bent down and took one of my buddy’s boys in my mouth. (I would love to take both of them in my mouth at the same time, but they’re way too big for that.) I heard Chance groan much louder. Lonnie gasped. He put a hand on Chance’s leg as I went after the ball with my tongue. Then I did the same to the other ‘nad.

When I finished, I took Lonnie testicles in my hand and started exercising them (at least, that’s the way I think about it). Lonnie goes crazy when I do that to him, and Chance reacted in a similar way just by looking at me work on Lonnie’s mammoth balls. I did the usual stuff—slowly pulling the balls lower or higher or squeezing one or both of them until it made Lonnie groan. But what seemed to really get Chance going happened when I started to slowly pull Lonnie’s balls apart in his sack.

Chance suddenly stopped jacking. He seemed suddenly struck by a powerful pleasure. The cock seemed to stretch out even farther. Then it erupted like a geyser. Sitting up in his knees, Chance gasped as his young juice exploded in long, thick streams. The youth slid closer to Lonnie and me, letting his squirts fall down onto the blanket. Chance’s sex gasps immediately made Lonnie fire off his own cum. And when I saw it, my cock did the same thing inside my white brief.

I fell onto my back, straining and writhing as my cock pumped out load after load of man-milk. By the time the streams ended, they had saturated my brief and left me exhausted on the blanket. Lonnie stripped it off me and put the soaked brief in Chance’s hand. Chance treated the cum-filled brief with almost reverential respect. He rubbed the sperm slowly across his chest, smiling broadly.

Too bad we were all too drained to make a photograph of us—three guys lying on a beach blanket, naked, hands interlocked, moaning, and with our cocks twitching.

But at sunset it got even better. The three of us began to fool around on the blanket, grabbing each other’s balls and cocks or tickling each other whenever we could. Before it became too dark, Lonnie and I decided to leave the beach. We asked Chance to join us. How could we abandon him?

“It’s a small tent,” said Lonnie to Chad. “But I think we can squeeze you in O.K.”

Chance’s eyes seemed to light up when he heard that. “Sleeping between you guys will keep me warm!”

“So why do you wanna sleep?” I asked him jokingly.

“When we get settled in the tent, I’ll give a lesson in how to fuck a guy well,” said Lonnie. “Then later I’ll let you try it on me to see how much you learned.”

“And I’ll find things to hold onto while all that happens,” I said with a grin.

Lonnie and Chance laughed about it. But their cocks stood straight up, already prepared for what might happen. By the time we reached the tent, darkness had chased away most of the daylight. Yet that didn’t matter to us. Although the small tent forced us to constantly touch or cling to each other, I think the darkness made a bigger impact. It seemed to make all three of us speak more freely about lots of things that most guys never really talk about—like balls, cocks and asses.

In the tent Lonnie and I sandwiched Chance between us, on his side. Lying behind him, Lonnie stroked the youth’s back, while I did the same to his chest and abs. Chance groaned faintly. Soon his hand found my balls in the darkness and tenderly handled them for a long time.

“You sure have hard ones,” he whispered to me, already obsessed with them.

I let Chance play with my balls for a while, then I distracted him by checking out each of the youth’s balls with my fingers. Since I’m a huge fan of ‘nads, I got to know both of them very well, beginning with the left one. I felt the ‘nad stiffen every time I put weak or strong squeezes on it. I did that many times, always picking a new spot on the testicle for each squeeze. Several minutes later I switched to Chance’s other testicle. I went after it in the same way.

I really like messing with a guy’s balls. Every time I do it my cock twitches. I like feeling how one guy’s balls compare to another guy’s—in size, hardness, and how a guy reacts to me holding them. I like feeling how balls get stiffer when I start playing with them. It really turns me on if a guy doesn’t want that but feels so much pleasure that he can’t stop me from doing it.

“Not bad,” I said quietly as I felt Chance’s balls. The youth had large, stiff ones. Plus he didn’t object to my fingers investigating them. I sure had fun playing with the little stud. What a great body! Plus Chance had a beautiful, round ass that would get anyone’s attention. I loved feeling and stroking it. The youth’s ass captivated Lonnie too, as I knew it would. My buddy groaned as he slowly pushed his giant cockhead into Chance’s butt. He took it real slow, giving the youth time to get used to the feeling. Then came the rest of Lonnie’s giant tool, gradually conquering the youth as it entered Chance, bit-by-bit. When Lonnie had his huge tool completely within the youth’s ass, he at first just held it there. Lonnie put his arms around the guy.

The next sound from Chance resembled a short yell of fear. I caused that by suddenly putting a man’s grip on Chance’s balls and not letting go.

Lonnie patted Chance’s chest to reassure him. “Is he puttin’ a hard move on your balls?”

“Yeah,” gasped the youth.

“He does that to me all the time,” explained Lonnie. “He’s good at nut-bustin’. Get used to it—sometimes he squeezes forever.”

Chance calmed down somewhat, but he still cried out from the pulling and twisting that I kept unleashing on his balls. After a time those cries slowly changed to groans of pleasure. Chance reached for his cock, but found my mouth around it. That extraordinary pleasure made the youth forget about his balls.

When Lonnie actually started to fuck the kid, Chance’s groaning grew louder, because now, all at once, he had lost control of everything important to him—his cock, his balls and his ass. Chance didn’t try to escape. He knew that Lonnie and I had him. His only option became offering no resistance. I could feel that in his balls and in his cock as I sucked on it slowly.

Minutes passed. I said to Chance, “Lonnie and I are gonna find a partner for you. Then the four of us can go campin’ together—maybe right here at this same spot. Then we’re gonna see who can last the longest.”

That future nearly made Chance weep for joy. “Yeah,” he replied. “I’d like that.”

Lonnie fucked him for a long time—exactly how long I had no way to tell. At first Chance said the big cock felt painful inside him, but after a while he got used to Lonnie’s slow but breathtaking ass-massaging.

But before he pulled out, Lonnie got a surprise. Suddenly he stopped fucking. The hunk moaned and kept his cock at a standstill. Chance had started to flex his buttocks, squeezing Lonnie’s rod with the youth’s powerful, constricting ass muscles. After a moment those squeezes convinced the cock to submit. Soon Lonnie could feel his juice wildly pumping its loads up the young ass.

When Lonnie at last pulled out, none of Chance’s semen followed. I checked my buddy’s ass with my middle finger and couldn’t find any of it. “He really blasted it into you,” I reported. “This part of your ass is dry.”

Lonnie and I talked about the power of Chance’s shooting, then we rolled the guy onto his back. I crawled on top of his upper thighs, sitting near his crotch. Lonnie sat on Chance’s chest, facing toward the youth’s cock. Even though Lonnie and I faced each only a few inches away, the total darkness prevented us from seeing each other. But while we sat there, Lonnie exercised his fingers on Chance’s cock, while I toyed with his balls. The sound of the youth’s groans continued but grew quieter.

I finally spoke to Chance. “How many times can you cum in one night? It’s time to show us!”

I think that comment surprised Chance, maybe because he thought I was kidding. But when Lonnie and I began to go after him, his surprise ended. Since I sat near Chance’s crotch, giving his balls a man’s workout became not only easy but fun as well. My left hand grabbed the ‘nad on his right side and my right hand grabbed his left one. He gasped when I tightened my fingers around them.

First came the squeezes, a whole series of them. I put both long and short ones on his ‘nads, and everything in between. Chance gave his approval with loud grunts. I knew he liked it because I could feel his sack stiffening while I wrestled his balls. But with two guys sitting on him, he didn’t really have a choice.

However, when I slowly began to pull his sack down, the kid’s grunts sounded more alarming—he didn’t know how far I would stretch it. In the darkness I didn’t know either. Anyway, his firm balls felt great as my fingers gradually pulled them lower and lower.

It wasn’t my first time doing this with a guy’s balls. Lonnie loved me pulling on his giants. After a while I found one of his pleasure triggers, located somewhere deep inside the guy’s sack. That discovery gave me a tremendous advantage whenever he and I played naked with each other. Squeezing that trigger usually made him cum soon afterward.

As I pulled and squeezed Chance’s balls, I naturally wanted to see if the youth had a similar trigger there. So I hunted for it by slowly probing into his sack and between his balls with a finger. I could tell from Chance’s moans that my extensive probing gave him a glut of pleasure all by itself. But still I searched for the sex trigger, feeling deeper into his sack for it.

Meanwhile, Lonnie poked and rubbed Chance’s large cock all over its surface. Lonnie, like myself, kept hunting for the most sensitive place to focus his attention. He found two spots—one on the underside of the rod, just below the head. The other place was the top of the head, along the stiff rim of the cum hole. Lonnie zeroed in on the first spot, just under the cockhead. Although he used only a single finger to massage the spot, Chance instantly reacted with loud shrieks of pleasure.

While Lonnie continued his delicate, though torturous assault on Chance’s rod, I suddenly located the youth’s pleasure center “inside” his sack. I squeezed it and didn’t let go. Chance’s screams tripled in loudness. The kid’s body tried to lift itself above the tent’s floor, but with two guys sitting on him, that couldn’t happen. What did happen brought even louder screams: volleys of cum started to shoot out of his cock—many of them.

The youth’s shrieks turned into low-pitched howls of persistent pleasure and submission. I loved hearing him wail. When Lonnie and I broke our holds, Chance didn’t stop groaning. The spasms in his cock kept jolting through his body for several minutes afterward. But Lonnie and I now knew exactly where to work on him.

Before Chance could fully recover, our fingers repeated their assault on his most vulnerable spots. Chance’s hands desperately slapped the tent’s floor and also Lonnie’s back to make us stop. We didn’t. Lonnie later told me that when he started rubbing the top of the youth’s rigid cockhead with his thumb and then with his palm, the kid absolutely couldn’t take it. He tried to escape, but screaming became all that he could do—and erupting in more cum.

More tickling and rubbing followed, paralyzing the kid with endless pleasure. By the time Lonnie and I were done with him, we had basically taken ownership of Chance’s young body. His muscles had largely become useless to him.

“You’re a tough one,” said Lonnie, holding the pulsing, over-excited rod in his hand. “You shot off so many times that I lost count.”

“I don’t think I can move!” gasped Chance, feeling the muscles in his arms no longer functioning.

I smiled at that. “Good.” I took advantage of the guy’s weakness and squeezed into his ball sack one more time. That made him cry out in exasperated pleasure as my fingers penetrated the heart of his masculinity. When I didn’t let go of that squeeze, his cock shot off once more. I could almost hear his cum shots blasting onto Lonnie’s gut.

I let go of him briefly, then locked it on him once more. A few seconds later he had another orgasm. Not as much cum erupted that time, but his spasms became so intense that Chance begged me to stop.

I rarely used that hold on guys other than Lonnie. One of its victims called it the “unending orgasm” hold or the “dirty cum” hold. I later wrestled with Rocky, who put some wicked moves on me and then laughed about it. Rocky had a tough-looking face and an extremely sexy body, but I got him back by sticking my hand under his brief from behind. I found the crucial spot. When I gripped it, Rocky stopped laughing right away. I loved watching him try to fight the hold, but it gave him little opportunity to do that.

The hold made his balls hard almost instantly, along with his cock. It also made him cum. Embarrassed and severely weakened, Rocky slowly dropped to his knees. I kept the hold on him, forcing the guy to keep shooting. The longer he erupted, the weaker he became. He gave up the match in less than a minute. It left his brief soaked and his body devoid of energy.

After his defeat Rocky said to me, “I gotta know….I gotta know how you did that. Show me, man! I won’t tell anyone else!”

He became insistent about it. Rocky pulled off his wet brief, threw it aside and sat his butt on the floor. He leaned against the room’s wall and put his feet flat on the floor. He sat there with his knees bent and his legs in a wide spread, all set for me. He looked so hot in that pose that I at last gave in to his request.

He cautioned me before I gave him a demo. “Just don’t put it on me like you did before—I don’t think I could take another one like that right now!” he said.

I sat between his legs and reached out a hand toward his balls. He looked down at my hand and followed it with eyes that expressed both his fear and his curiosity simultaneously. Yet as a lover of wrestling, he wanted to definitely find out about that move and this was the best way to do it.

I hadn’t known Rocky very long. But I have to admit it: I actually remember this moment as one of hottest times I ever had with a guy—even better than some of the private, naked “fights” I’ve had.

“It’s not mostly a ball hold,” I explained. “Although you can include that in the hold if you want to.”

I placed my fingers just under Rocky’s balls, reached back quite far, searching for the exact spot. I found it by pushing Rocky’s giant sack up slightly. “If you squeeze right here, you can make the guy cum in a second—and make him keep cummin’ for as long as you want.”

“Damn!” said Rocky. “It feels good even when you just touch me there!”

I saw the guy’s dick immediately react, hardening right in front of me. I released my fingers and let him feel the spot with his own hand, which he did.

“Let me see if I can find it on you, so I know how to do it.”

Rocky moved a hand under my balls. He felt behind my sack and pushed my balls up slightly until he found the place to squeeze.

“I think this is it,” he said. Then, instead of then letting go, he squeezed hard.

“You fucker!” I gasped. I immediately lost my strength—along with my cum. Rocky smiled as he watched my cock spit out cum and splash it onto my gut.

Unfortunately the guy kept the hold on me far longer than a minute. That sure did wipe me out! I ejected my loads, then tried ejecting cum that wasn’t in my balls. Rocky delighted in seeing me agonize from a pleasure that wouldn’t give up. My head fell onto his shoulder as he prolonged the torturous, empty ejaculations. I didn’t think the guy would ever let me go. When he finally did, I gasped in relief and fell onto the floor alongside him, breathing ridiculously hard and fast.

“I couldn’t resist,” admitted Rocky. “You OK?”

He helped me to sit up beside him. “Thanks, man!” he said, looking at my delirious, twitching cock. “That’s now my favorite winning move!”

“…Until I get you with it next time!” I added, smiling.

Rocky hugged me. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said.

Chance threw a leg over mine, opening his crotch widely and willingly. Before he knew it, sperm had started to race up his cock. He grabbed me and held on as tightly as he could. Chance shouted many times during his eruptions. Although his cum-spurting cum eventually came to an end, I continued to feel his pleasure spasms in my fingers as they stayed firmly around his cock. A determined stiffness began to take over that cock and actually Chance’s whole body. The youth’s cock-tube opened. Startled, gasping and unprepared, Chance began jettisoning his sperm while he gulped deep breaths.

I heard Lonnie whisper to him, “You’ll be fine.”

But his cock jumped frantically, getting ready to fire again. I grabbed is cock.

“No!” shouted Chance. “Don’t get me again! Not again! I need to sleep!”

“You ARE seeping!” said Lonnie. “You told us you wanted it, so we’re givin’ it to you. Keep your balls filled, ‘cause we’re not done with you yet.”