The Second Story Men

It had originated in one of the second floor rooms of a large, nonde­script brick building, long abandoned, but still in good shape. The owner’s nephew began using it as a place where he and his buddies could meet privately and have some fun. There the boys were free to do anything they wanted. Horsing around led to more serious wrestling on a bunch of old mattresses. It was during these informal romps that they discovered the love of being locked together in endless submission holds, the excitement of grabbing a guy’s crotch and making his dick rock-hard, the satisfaction of making him cream his Levi’s. In short, the boys had discovered the thrill of being gay.

The romps continued regularly and became mostly naked events. In time other guys were invited to the sessions and a club was organized. Eventually the nephew gained ownership of the building. Since the place had grown in popularity, the nephew could operate the club as a business. Occupying the ground level as a home for himself and his roommate, the nephew opened the whole upper floor to the club. All the rooms were equipped with wrestling mats, various items of furniture and other comforts. A spacious, central room even offered some refreshments.

Terry had heard about the “Second Story” but never summoned enough cour­age to investigate it. At nineteen, the blond, hazel-eyed guy considered himself strong yet not overly muscular, and not well-versed in wrestling. But the erotic nature of the sport captivated him. While he hadn’t had the nephew’s luck of finding wrestling buddies, Terry contented himself by watching the hunky young pro wrestlers, by fantasizing them in long, grueling matches that ended in sexual submissions.

Terry’s longing to actually touch one of his idols, or somebody like them, mushroomed until one night he found himself climbing the stairway to the “Second Story.” A sexual desire smoldered inside him as he entered the check-in area, but so did a powerful apprehension. Yet in a few minutes he felt more at home than he had expected. Gorgeous guys were everywhere— shirtless in tight Levi’s, in just briefs or jockstraps, and naked. Cocks were long and hard, voices were friendly and supportive. Could all these guys be companions? Terry wondered if he would really fit into this scene after all.

Opting to wear only his white, low rise brief, Terry went exploring. Heads turned his way, for even though he hadn’t become fully aware of it, Terry was very good looking. His tall, well-proportioned body, longish blond hair and striking facial features made him stand out. He soon learned that the club encompassed a variety of activities. Several big rooms, all with door-less, wide entrances, contained from five or six to twenty guys—some on the mats and others observing the action. In one brightly lit room Terry saw a wrestler demonstrating holds to a small group of attentive guys. Another room had what appeared to be a regulation ring.

Near the back of the building Terry discovered a number of very small rooms, dimly lit, some with doors closed. His heart raced when he came upon two naked guys in one of these rooms: one wrestler had the other trapped in a body scissors and was licking the guy’s mammoth cock at the same time. Terry watched, awestruck, as long as he dared, then moved on.

The explorer ended up in one of the larger rooms that had subdued lighting and about a dozen guys in it. About half were naked, including two handsome wrestlers who were having the hottest match Terry had ever seen. He stretched out on his belly to watch them. His gaze fixed on their bodies like a heat-seeking missile. He couldn’t get over how closely the match paralleled the fantasies he’d been having for years. His hard cock pressed into the mat. Illusion had become reality. A surge of almost unrestrained delight swept through him: there were guys who did this.

One of the wrestlers sported thick, dark hair on both head and chest, and had a shortly-cropped beard. The other guy, lighter-haired, was not quite as tall. His smooth, swimmer’s physique seemed perfect in every respect, plus he was very well endowed. Entranced by the two muscular guys grappling within only a few feet of him, Terry thought for sure he’d been transported to heaven. He gasped at the sight of a double claw hold on the taller guy’s perfectly shaped buns. Sitting on his victim’s lower back, the light-haired hunk sank ten talons deeply into the rounded flesh.

“Get him, Joe,” someone yelled.

The wrestler squeezed into the ass like he was testing the strength of an inflatable ball. Then he slapped both claws on one bun and really went to work on it. The bearded guy winced but was not about to submit. Keeping one claw in place, Joe readied the other hand for a different purpose. He stuck his middle finger between the guy’s cakes and began to penetrate the butthole with it.

“Neil digs that,” said one of the guy’s buddies to another. “I’ll bet he cums.”

Soon Joe had his whole finger buried in the guy’s ass. Joe grinned at Neil’s intensely pleasurable reactions to the movements of his finger. “Gonna juice the mat for me tonight?” he teased.

Although the guy was down on his stomach, Terry could tell he was close to an orgasm.

“If I do, you’ll never see it!” replied Neil.

An idea sparkled in Joe’s eye. “We can fix that.”

He released the clawhold, pulled Neil up on his side, and secured him in that position between his thighs. Neil’s long rod was now in display for Joe—and for Terry, who fortunately was lying on the cock side. Neil’s stiff, free-hanging tool jerked frequently in response to the probing and massaging actions of the finger within his ass.

“Just like old times, right?” said Joe to Neil. “You never could resist this!” He laughed, driving the guy rapidly toward a climax. “Now let’s see that famous juice of yours!”

Neil was groaning with pleasure, but didn’t want the match to end this way. He suddenly sliced into Joe’s side with a karate-like move that knocked over the stunned wrestler. Quickly sliding onto Joe’s back, Neil imprisoned him in an extreme full nelson. Since the finger was now out of his ass, Neil’s orgasm didn’t take place. But the excitement of lying on Joe’s sexy, trapped body, pushed him rapidly toward another climax. His cock tightened as it pressed against Joe’s butt. Neil fought the urge to shoot like a cowboy fights being thrown from a bull. He did manage to hold it back, or at least most of it: his rowdy cock succeeded in ejaculating one hot, healthy squirt.

“Yeah,” said Joe, feeling the cum. “Pump the rest, man!”

Fearing that might just happen, Neil changed holds. He spun around, faced Joe’s legs and picked them up.

“No, dude!” protested Joe.

Neil ignored him and slowly bent the smooth body into a perfect Boston crab.

Joe’s hefty cock swung back and forth as Neil began rocking the crabbed wrestler. Neil refused to break the hold, even after Joe voiced his submission loud and clear.

“Just like old times, right buddy?” joked Neil.

“You fucker!” said Joe, remembering how he had once lost a bet to Neil over this hold. Neil had boasted that he could make a guy shoot just by crabbing him long enough, and in the right way. Joe was determined not to lose his cum for a second time through this maneuver. After several minutes he realized that the swinging motion of his rod could be Neil’s secret. He snaked a hand under him and steadied the rod by grabbing its base.

Neil cracked a smile at this and dropped the guy’s legs to the mat. As Joe rose slowly to his hands and knees, Neil was ready. He grapevined Joe’s right arm with his leg and pulled the guy over into a crucifix. The hold immobilized one of the dude’s legs and both of his arms, making him virtually helpless.

The sight of Joe’s hunky physique stretched out in this highly erotic position really got Terry’s juices flowing. “Holy shit,” he murmured to him self. Cum oozed from his pounding cock onto the thin brief. What Neil did next made Terry swallow hard. The wrestler wrapped a hand firmly around Joe’s rod and pulled it upright.

“I think you’re in trouble, stud,” said Neil. “Have anything to say before I finish ya off?” he asked, giving the guy’s cockflesh a big squeeze.

“Ah!” shouted Joe. “Ah! Let go of it, man!”

Neil chuckled. “Hell no! I haven’t had a chance to rassle this in a long time.” He paused. “Always liked the feel of your meat, Joey. Still do.”

He pointed the tool at Joe’s face and pulled the long muscle forward. He did it gradually but with considerable power, so that he scooped up the dude’s ballsack forward also. Then he moved the cock back and started his pull again. It took only three or four of these to propel Joe into a grunting frenzy of desire.

“Yeah, I know what this does to you,” said Neil, recalling the move’s past explosive effect on Joe.

The guy didn’t have to be reminded. He wanted to win this match, and up to this point never doubted that he would. But Neil’s cock stretch had made him shoot like a madman more than once, and that meant not only a loss of cum but also loss of the match as well. He tried to muscle out of the crucifix several times. The effort was heroic, yet always in vain. As his pleasure mounted, the guy’s ability to think of counter moves and escapes evaporated. Stretched out on his back in a wide leg-spread, and unable to stop Neil from having his way with the sizzling shaft, Joe began to face the inevitable.

Terry’s body stiffened in anticipation and sexual excitement. His cum-saturated brief moistened the mat under him. He became mesmerized by the intense expression of pleasure on Joe’s face, and the look of victory in Neil’s. Terry was convinced that no other form of wrestling could surpass this. He longed to trade places with either of the guys, but especially with Joe, whose sublime suffering had a special lure. Incredibly stimulated by his conquering grip on Joe’s handsome rod, Neil put even more strength into the long pulls.

“Ah! Damn!” groaned Joe, feeling his approaching defeat in the pleasure that assaulted his crotch.

“Yeah! Submission time, Joey!” said Neil.

Terry lost another spurt of cum as he watched Joe squirm and yell. Suddenly violent spasms hit the vanquished wrestler, then out came his juice. Loads of heavy, white cream hurled from the cockhole. They flew across the broad chest and onto the mat several feet away. Terry’s muscles tightened as he watched it.

Joe’s loud yells didn’t stop when his gun stopped firing. Neil broke the crucifix and smothered him with an unending kiss. A mixture of clapping and whistling from the crowd snapped Terry out of the nearly hypnotic state he’d been in.

“God, that was really somethin’, huh,” said a voice on his right side.

Terry was startled to see a guy lying next to him, also on his stomach. Completely wrapped up in the match, Terry hadn’t noticed him come in.

“Sure was,” he replied.

The guy raised himself and sat facing Terry on folded legs spread far apart. He wore only a white mini-brief, which bulged with a huge erection. Other things bulged too: the guy obviously pumped a lot of iron. Awestruck by the bronzed, beautifully developed body in front of him, Terry was speechless.

“My name’s Chad. What’s yours?”

“Terry.”

Chad offered a handshake. Terry quickly rose to the same position as Chad on his knees and shook hands. Chad saw the wet area in Terry’s brief and smiled. “Looks like the match really had you goin’!”

Terry looked down at his brief and grinned sheepishly.

“Ever wrestled here before?” asked Chad.

“No. I……I’m sort of a beginner.”

“Good deal—the more of us, the better! Have a partner to show you the ropes?”

“Not yet.”

“How about me?”

“Really? You would?”

“Yeah. You’ve got a good body for wrestling—you’ll do pretty well. Let’s take it slow and I’ll show you some stuff.”

Dazed by the guy’s breathtaking physique, yet also afraid of the potential harm it could do to him, Terry approached with caution. Staying on their knees, the two began with a collar-and-elbow lock-up. Chad quickly pushed Terry’s right arm behind and hammerlocked it. Even though his arm wasn’t painfully locked, Terry shouted anyway, mostly out of fear. Chad let go and moved back a bit. He put his hands on Terry’s shoulders in a gesture of reassurance.

“Hey man, I’m not gonna hurt ya,” said Chad.

“Much!” interjected a guy watching them nearby.

“Forget that jerk,” continued Chad. He looked into Terry’s anxious green eyes. “You really turn me on.” He said it so quietly that only Terry could hear. “Trust me.”

Terry stared at the huge, fully erect pole, which reached out toward him, defying the presence of the bodybuilder’s stretchy white brief. “I wanna be your buddy, man. O.K?”

Surprised but ultimately won over by the apparent sincerity of the hunk, Terry nodded his head.

Chad grinned. He put his hands on Terry’s sides and massaged them. Then he slid the hands down to the waistband of the guy’s brief. He grasped it and pulled up slowly. Terry’s basket bulged forward. Chad held the brief motionless so he could admire the kid’s exceptionally large, well-defined balls.

“Cool nuts, man,” said Chad. “Real cool.”

He tugged at the brief several times, causing the balls to shake a little. The look on Terry’s face proved that this playful move on his balls turned him on, a fact noted by Chad. While the bodybuilder stared at the guy’s protruding balls, Terry took advantage of the moment. He tried for a headlock and secured it successfully.

Though he could have muscled out of the hold, Chad chose to stay where he was for a while. He curled an arm around Terry’s lower back and enjoyed the great close-up view of the kid’s brief-encased balls and cock. He rubbed Terry’s butt—first through the brief, then under it.

“Nice ass, kid,” said Chad. He explored every inch of Terry’s soft buttflesh. The touch of Chad’s hand made the guy’s rod stand upright inside the tight brief. Terry grunted in pleasure.

“Looks like your cock wants to come out and play,” joked Chad. He took hold of the brief’s waistband. He pulled the brief down to Terry’s knees. Thick blond fuzz surrounded the smooth, stiff, arrow-straight rod; a large basket hung between his legs.

“Go get him!” yelled a buddy.

But Chad was too captivated at the moment to make a move. Terry, eager to even the brief-stripping score, forced Chad’s head to the mat. Then he leaped up, tossed his own brief aside and straddled Chad. As the wrestler raised his butt to get up, Terry grabbed the brief and pulled it completely off. The guys faced each other on their feet for the first time. Terry couldn’t take his eyes off Chad’s long, thick cock.

“Like it?” asked Chad with a grin.

“Yeah,” answered Terry. “Sure beats mine.”

“But you’ve got the balls, man. We’re a good combination!”

Chad lunged at Terry, coiled his mighty arms around the guy’s narrow waist and lifted him into a bearhug.

When he watched the pro wrestlers, Terry always looked forward to seeing bearhugs. The hold seemed particularly erotic to him. Now, actually being trapped in one, he knew why. His cock and balls and pecs pressed into Chad’s like an embrace. Any other discomfort was secondary. He wanted Chad to crush him forever.

The wrestler kissed Terry’s neck as he bearhugged him. Chad felt the kid’s rod pound hard against his gut. “God, you’re so sexy,” whispered Chad. “Fuck, I love your body, man!”

Terry soon realized that being the victim of a submission hold gave him a powerful sexual thrill. Chad couldn’t have been happier about that, because his big turn-on was dishing it out. The guys were indeed a good combination.

Suddenly the wrestler clamped into Terry with even greater strength. Then just as suddenly, he relaxed his huge arms, let the blond sink backward for a few seconds, and clamped him again. He repeated this clamp-release cycle many times, ramming the guy’s rigid tool into his washboard abs until an almost steady flow of pre-cum oozed from the sensitive cockhead. Being jacked off with a bearhug was just about the sexiest wrestling move Terry could imagine. His eyelids shut as raw pleasure took control of the shaft.

Chad’s own cock felt the same way. All the ramming had brought his own juice close to the edge as well. Yet he wanted badly to cream the kid—not be creamed—in this first tussle. He decided to finish the guy by grabbing his slippery rod and “machine-gunning” it to a quick explosion. He dropped his arms and moved back, giving Terry’s cock some breathing space before he strangled it.

Terry glanced down at Chad’s handsome, stiff tool. The long upright muscle seemed to be challenging him, seducing him. A coating of cum glistened atop its wide head. In a split second all the desire that had been chained inside Terry for years broke free. He seized the shaft with both hands and squeezed with all his strength.

Chad gasped from the force of Terry’s surprise move—and also from the hunch that kid didn’t intend to let go. The bodybuilder tried to endure the hold, but his will power couldn’t overcome the incredible pleasure building in his cock. He couldn’t fight back. The kid had him. Chad widened his stance to an extreme spread, girding himself for the rush of masculine power that would soon course through his the ripped body. He clutched Terry’s biceps.

Every guy in the room drew near. Terry and Chad, both motionless in the center of the mat, looked like two statues sculpted from the same chunk of rock, immortalized in a moment of supreme wrestling exaltation. Terry’s steady squeeze didn’t bring about an instant orgasm. It kept the hunk poised at the peak of excitement for a couple of mind-blowing minutes.

Drops of perspiration pushed to the surface of Chad’s tanned skin. His diaphragm started heaving in nearly convulsive spasms. The hunk looked down at his throttled, pleasure-filled cock. It struggled inside the captor’s interlocked fingers, triggering loud grunts of ecstasy from the hunk.

Terry stood his ground, applying a constant pressure to the agitated rod as it tried to tear itself from the invincible hand harness.

“Ah!” shouted Chad, intoxicated with pleasure, yet keenly aware that a young novice was about to juice him in front of his buddies. “Fuck!”

The orgasm struck him like a bolt of lightning. The bodybuilder dug into Terry’s biceps hard. The first blast of cum rocketed up between the guys in an amazingly high spurt. The blasts that followed didn’t quite match it height, but equaled it in pleasure.

“Yeah!” shouted Chad as his sex juice erupted in steady squirts from the volcanic shaft. He grabbed Terry’s hand with both of his own and squeezed, putting even more pressure on the rod. Terry stared in fascination at the exploding cock, almost disbelieving that he’d been the cause of such a terrific climax.

“Shit,” said an onlooker, “never saw him shoot this much!”

Even after the hunk’s lava stopped flowing, and the four hands had freed his rod, Chad remained fully aroused. An orgasm usually did that to him—it tended to increase rather than diminish his sexual energy.

The bodybuilder moved to Terry’s side and put a friendly arm across his shoulder. “I don’t think this boy needs any more training!” he said to the wrestlers sitting around them. The guys smiled in agreement.

Without Terry being aware of it, Chad snaked his hand downward from the shoulder, then under the guy’s armpit and up to the back of his neck. He did the same with his other hand, completing the full nelson. At first the hold was loose, non-threatening. But Chad suddenly cranked it up, forcing Terry’s head forward.

“Hey!” said the kid, now aware that the hunk meant business.

“You can take this, buddy. You’ll get used to it.”

Chad was right. Terry not only got used to the nelson; he loved having the hunk’s strong body and stiff rod welded to his back. The wrestler beefed up the hold by exerting a tremendous amount of downward pressure on the neck and shoulders. Terry finally buckled under it, and both guys dropped to the mat on their knees. Being in this position made Terry even more horny. His cock seemed to flex and reach out for attention. The guys around them moved closer, as if preparing to go after Terry’s equipment.

“Go ahead,” grinned Chad. “Get him primed for me!”

The assembled wrestlers did just that. With his arms useless and head firmly wrenched forward, Terry was only able to look down and watch. Since the kid couldn’t interfere, each took his time getting acquainted in his own way. One guy spent several minutes putting submission holds on Terry’s cock. He squeezed it in five or six separate places, smiling when he found a spot that gave the blond a special charge of pain, or pleasure. Another dude, mightily turned on by big baskets, concentrated on Terry’s balls—first with one, then with both hands. Terry groaned, enjoying how the guy grappled and played with the rock-hard nuts.

“Ya dig this, don’t ya,” said the dude. “Sometime you and I are gonna have a match where the only legal holds will be on these!”

Just the thought of such a bout caused Terry’s rod to twitch a few times. Suddenly someone’s fingers grasped his cockhead. They held it firmly, while a thumb pressed and teased the rim of his aroused cockhole. Terry shrieked, stung by a pleasure so intense that it hurt. The thumb continued the torture, causing the rim to get as stiff as steel. Pre-cum began to ooze from the hole. The rim-wrestler grinned.

But another wrestler soon took his place. The guy put his hands on Terry’s sides, pulled the kid toward him, and eased Terry’s rod into his open mouth. The kid groaned as the stud showed him what it’s like to get a blow job from a horny wrestler. At one point the guy shook his head back and forth, as if he were a dog fighting to keep possession of a juicy bone. Terry’s cock gave the wrestler a reward—a single shot of cum.

“Now it’s MY turn,” said Chad, motioning the guys away with a head gesture. Keeping Terry bridled with the full nelson, he fell backward to the mat, grapevined the kid’s legs with his own and pulled them apart. Now stretched out on the wrestler’s chest and completely powerless, Terry became a magnificent specimen of struggling masculinity. Chad rocked him from side to side, flaunting his dominance. The hot blond suffered, and he loved every minute of it.

When the bodybuilder finally changed holds, he rolled Terry onto his gut and allowed the kid to raise himself as far as his hands and knees. Chad crouched behind and grabbed him around the waist with both arms. He dropped to his knees and pulled up tightly against Terry. At first the hold looked like a reverse bearhug, but it wasn’t: Chad had the guy’s cock.

Although the onlookers couldn’t see exactly what Chad was doing to the rod, they had no trouble hearing Terry’s shouts of pleasure.

“Yeah,” said Chad. “I figured you’d like this one.” He wrestled the cock with a series of rough, forward pulls that drove the kid crazy. Chad liked it too: working on a cock “doggie style” from behind always turned him on. He rested his chin on Terry’s spine and stepped-up the attack.

One of the wrestlers crawled up close to watch the action. “Yeah, milk him!” he said to Chad. “Milk that sucker!”

Terry never had his cock manhandled in such a sexy, violent way. He shrieked again. “I’m gonna cum!”

Although Chad could have juiced the guy at that moment, he didn’t. He wanted to get Terry with another hold, a favorite one that would take a lot longer. The bodybuilder released the hot shaft, moved to Terry’s side and paused on his knees. The guy’s tool twitched like mad. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm, it managed to spit out some cream, but couldn’t quite shoot the rest.

Chad grapevined Terry’s left arm with his right leg and pulled the guy over into a crucifix. He remembered how much the hold had turned the kid on during the previous match.

“Sexy, ain’t it!” said Chad. He put a hand on Terry’s chest and pinched his hard nipples. The kid was in a paradise of pain. Chad moved the hand under Terry’s thigh, brought it up between his legs and closed his fingers around the guy’s bulging basket. He grasped it firmly, but with no great force—that would come later. Now his goal was to check out the big balls, to enjoy the feel of them.

“Like it, stud?”

Terry groaned apprehensively, uneasy about his balls being captured.

“What’s the matter—never had a guy play with your nuts before? Get used to it. These balls and I are gonna be good friends. We’re gonna spend a lot of time together!”

Chad tightened his grip on the nuts and pulled them down very low, almost to the mat. Terry submitted immediately.

“Forget it, buddy,” said Chad. “That’s not the kind of submission I want.”

Terry grunted in shock as Chad sustained the stretch-squeeze on his balls.

“Your nuts are gonna dig this after a while—trust me!”

Terry squirmed. A strange feeling began to work its way into his basket, a feeling that gradually increased. He wondered if it could make him climax. If so, how long would it take? How long could his balls survive this tight claw? Droplets of perspiration started to appear on his body as he became fully aware of the dilemma.

Chad didn’t give an inch: he kept the hold on full-force. The group of onlookers moved in close again, forming a circle around the two guys. They stared in wonder at the sex struggle in front of them—at the way Chad’s fingers were embedded in the big balls, at Terry’s grunts of pleasure, his wide leg spread, and at the way his muscled body squirmed as he submitted little by little to the growing pleasure in his nuts.

His victory assured, Chad scanned the onlookers. He noticed one especially, a naked, beautifully built, blond-haired guy—younger than the others—who was sitting on the mat almost near enough to touch. The guy had hefty oval nuts and a totally erect rod that pointed straight up.

“This horny enough for ya?” smiled Chad, looking directly at the guy.

The handsome blond returned the smile and cupped his nuts with a hand.

“Want me to get yours next?”

Threatened by these comments, a black-haired friend of the blond put an arm around the guy’s shoulder, then a hand around the stiff rod, attempting to divert his attention. But the blond glanced only at Chad’s face and at the awesome ball-grip, ignoring his frustrated buddy.

To tease the blond even more—and to demonstrate what he could do with the onlooker—Chad began pushing the mammoth balls slowly back and forth against Terry’s widely split thighs. Terry yelled as his pleasure suddenly multiplied. The blond gasped at the sight; his balls swelled and stiffened.

“Yeah,” said Chad, still looking at the stud with eyes that said, “let’s do it.” This was too much for the black-haired guy. He pulled his buddy down roughly, locking him in a body scissors as he hit the mat. It was he who would juice his friend, not Chad! He applied his own grip—on the kid’s tall cock—and worked it with authority.

All eyes shifted to the sexy new match before them. “Come on, show these guys what you can do!” urged the black-haired guy. The blond screamed in ultimate pleasure as his buddy yanked sharply on the rock-like shaft, in a rhythm imitating that of an ejaculating cock. The blond had no defense against this, and didn’t want any. In a few moments his cum gushed out in long streams. The guy shouted as his friend continued to wrestle the exploding shaft.

Seeing this at close range, Terry’s craving to shoot was now unbearable. “Get me! Get me!” he begged Chad. But the bodybuilder didn’t waver: he had the kid’s giants locked in for the kill—a long one.

The blond and black-haired guy kissed passionately. Their slender bodies stayed pressed together as they rolled over and over on the mat, finally disappearing behind the other wrestlers.

The onlookers filled in the empty place, sitting or crouching as close as they could to Chad and Terry. Terry’s body shined with sweat. He did everything he could to bring about an orgasm. He forced his legs apart in the widest possible spread, torturing himself in a spectacular wishbone. Then he bridged up, hoping to increase the pressure on his balls by pulling against Chad’s anchor-like weight on them. It would have worked, except that Chad compensated by allowing his grip hand to move upward also, thus spoiling the intended effect. Too exhausted to maintain the bridge very long, Terry finally fell down onto Chad again, still a slave to the unrelenting hold on his maleness.

He felt Chad pull his balls lower, stretching his sack like a slingshot. “Ah!” groaned the stud, surprised that he could survive such a radical move.

“Yeah,” said the wrestler, sustaining the word in a deep, sexy drawl. “I’m gonna squeeze ‘em til ya go outa your mind!”

This was no bluff. With each passing minute, Terry’s pleasure grew at a pace so agonizingly slow that he didn’t think he could stand it. His upright shaft started to do some major twitching, a development that the crowd watched carefully, and frequently remarked about to Chad.

“You’ve got him now!” said one of them. “Make him sweat!” yelled another.

Terry’s sex struggle had every spectator aroused to the max. Every rod pounded with expectation. As they stared at the stud’s long, delicious ordeal, the guys involuntarily stripped off jockstraps, explored each other’s balls and cocks, and did some of their own squeezing—all without taking their eyes off of the “main event.”

By this time Terry’s groans were loud and continuous. His balls tingled uncontrollably. They swelled with boiling cum that screamed for release. Many of the onlookers were also ready to cum, caught in serious ball and cock grips by guys behind or beside them.

Even though stretched out severely in the crucifix, the only thing Terry was really aware of was Chad’s strong fingers around his nuts. He slammed a fist to the mat, futilely trying to wrestle with a pleasure that was unconquerable. The slowly expanding pleasure tortured him unmercifully. The onlookers watched the young body strain to its limit. Many had never seen a ball squeeze of this length or intensity before. They saw Terry’s cock raise itself, as if pleading for help.

“Grab it! Grad it!” Terry yelled to a guy next to him. The wrestler moved a hand toward the throbbing shaft, but Chad’s voice halted him.

“Back off!” he warned. “The kid’s MINE!”

Chad grinned at Terry. “No cheatin’, man!”

Terry groaned as his nuts pushed doggedly against Chad’s clawhold.

“Feels like your nuts wanna wrestle!” said Chad with an adolescent de­light. “Tell the big suckers to go at it! Tell ‘em!” he demanded.

Consumed with pleasure, Terry yelled it out. “Wrestle him! Wrestle his hand!” The balls drove hard, fighting to break through the strong fingers that were hooked into them.

“Yeah! Give it everything you’ve got!” shouted Chad.

Terry was beside himself, his body stiff with ecstasy, his nuts struggling inside the brutal claw. Chad could hardly contain his own excitement. A good sized load of pre-cum shot from the cockhead. Seeing it, one of the guys beside Chad erupted in a sudden orgasm. Some of his hot cream hit Terry’s thigh.

The sensation made Terry delirious with pleasure. He tilted his head back as far as it would go. “Oh God!” he cried, realizing that his long-awaited orgasm was approaching at last. His rigid nuts tightened in Chad’s hand.

Chad grunted in triumph. “This is gonna rip ya apart, stud!

Terry’s jaw dropped open. A million ecstasies suddenly penetrated his nuts. The stud screamed. Another guy’s cock exploded alongside him. A violent pleasure began to stab into the kid’s lower shaft. His cock jumped as if someone had whacked it. Chad’s fantastic ball-crusher had done its work at last.

The stud’s juice boiled up the long tool, but not with lightning speed. The cum seemed to wrestle its way upward through the shaft. Terry uttered a loud gasp as pleasure gnawed viciously at the cockhead in a final unnerving attack. The sexy sound made the onlookers go bananas. A couple of guys shot off just from hearing it.

With his fingers still locked into Terry’s nuts, the bodybuilder watched his victim’s cock stretch upward. The kid screamed as his shaft erupted in a riot of leaps and explosions. Countless gobs of hot cum fired onto his chest, onto the mat, and onto a couple of spectators. The onlookers spontaneously grabbed and creamed each other in a wild moment of supreme male-to-male pleasure. One of them seized Chad’s big cock. The bodybuilder let out a gut yell as the guy grappled with it.

Chad released Terry and went after his new opponent. He managed to get to his knees and grab the hand that had his rod. But it was too late—Chad was on the verge of a climax. The guy, also up on his knees, faced Chad and pulled the wrestler’s anxious meat toward him roughly. He rammed the cockhead straight into his hard gut. Chad grunted loudly as the guy rubbed it vigorously against his muscled body.

The wrestler’s cock submitted almost instantly. It blasted juice like a machine gun out of control. At the same time, Chad wrapped his arms around the well-built guy and pushed him forcefully to the mat on his back. He pinned a shoulder with each hand while he continued to shoot, plastering the guy’s chest and face.

When the juice finally abated, Chad collapsed onto the dude. The weight of the bodybuilder on the guy’s pounding rod was all it took to make the tool explode. Chad grunted as he felt the spasms and hot cream squirt between the two bodies. “Gotcha!” he said.

Chad reached underneath him and grabbed the guy’s balls. “Yeah!” he said, feeling the exceptionally stiff nuts.

Terry crawled alongside and looked at Chad. “Give ‘em the ‘hook!’”

Chad grinned. “Just what I had in mind!”

Eager to see how his new buddy accomplished the extraordinary hold, Terry watched closely. The victim winced, then cried out in fear as Chad slowly worked his fingers into the hard ballsack.

Terry put a hand on the guy’s shoulder to calm him down. “If my nuts can take it, yours can, too” he said reassuringly. Then he turned to Chad and whispered, “Squeeze the shit out of them!”

(end)