The Window

Brody needed a professional massage—not some high-priced, wimpy rub-down session that didn’t accomplish much. As a beginning college wrestler, he had recently developed some painful back and leg spasms that required an expert practitioner with real strength to undo the damage. He had heard about such a masseur—Scott, a bodybuilder and experienced physical trainer—who had reasonable prices and who also came highly recommended, according to several guys Brody talked to. He called and made an appointment.

Scott’s office sat on the top floor of a modern, ten-story office building away from the central business district. The front of the upscale building overlooked a large, tree-filled park containing a black marble reflecting pool and fountain. Riding the posh, virtually silent elevator to the top, Brody began to wonder if he had misunderstood the modest price Scott quoted him for an hour’s massage session.

When Brody entered Scott’s suite, he found no people in the waiting area, and heard no voices or music. But soon Scott appeared, carrying papers attached to a clipboard. He wore light gray sweatpants and a white muscle tee that dramatically showed off his bronzed California skin. The guy’s incredible physique went way beyond what Brody had expected—the youth had a hard time not staring at it.

Trying not to look distracted, Brody explained that he had over-stretched or twisted several muscles during the first practice of his wrestling team.

“I wrestle too,” replied Scott. “I know exactly what you mean. It can be painful if you’re body isn’t ready for it.” His eyes scanned Brody’s strong, slender physique. “I don’t mean that you’re out of shape. You’re not. But I think I can make you feel a lot better. You don’t want to continue wrestling right away without fixing or at least relaxing those stressed muscles. You came to the right place.”

Scott gave Brody the clipboard, which contained a pen and three-page contract. The terms released Scott from any physical injury resulting from the massage, and a detailed description of the kinds of massages available.

“Read this and make sure to sign off on the type of massage you want,” advised Scott as Brody tried to hastily read the details. “Check here if you want a full body massage, or one of these boxes if you want me to work on only a particular area of the body. For you I recommend the full massage, since I don’t yet know what I’ll find as I check you out.”

Brody selected the full massage option, signed and handed the clipboard back to Scott.

“Excellent,” said Scott. “Follow me.”

They entered a spacious massage room. The rich, amber-colored walls seemed very inviting to Brody. Three recessed ceiling lights illuminated the room, but not harshly. They produced more of a glowing atmosphere, a bright luster.

“Remove all your clothes and lie on the table, chest-down. There’s a cloth on the table you can use to cover your privates places. In a couple of minutes I’ll return with some oil and we’ll get started.”

Brody took off his sneakers, jeans, brief and shirt and put them on a chair near the massage table. He picked up the cloth and held it in front of him. “Is this the cloth Scott meant?” he wondered. It seemed hardly big enough to cover much.

The room’s only window caught his attention—a wide, nearly floor-to ceiling one that almost occupied the room’s entire wall. It strangely had no draperies or blinds. Holding the cloth in front of his dick, he walked closer to it and cautiously peered through it to the left and right, looking for possible watchers from the outside. Seeing only a few tree tops below and no other tall buildings nearby, he grew more confident that no one could spot him standing there naked. Brody lowered the cloth and held it at his side. He stepped up to the window and looked down. A few people walked across the park and up to its single-jet fountain.

The scene had a relaxing effect on him. It also made him feel more nervy. Brody realized that he had never before stood naked at a window in the heart of the city and he began to like the idea. It gave him a feeling of freedom that he hadn’t known before. The naked youth pressed his dick to the window, openly exhibiting it to an imaginary crowd down in the park. Although the sun would soon set, the window maintained a surprising amount of late-afternoon heat. He loved the sensation of the warm glass against his penis. It made the long dick feel liberated, engaged.

He smiled at his brassy move. But why not show off his dick and balls to those who might see them? He thought back to his high school gym class, and the admiring glances of the other guys in the locker room. The silent glances always spoke clearly to him: “I wish I had balls as big as yours” or “you lucky bastard having a dick that long.”

Brody took a step back. He fondled his balls as he scanned the city from his lofty vantage point. Then he pushed his dick against the window once more, letting it bathe in the alluring, luscious warmth. He envied guys who lived in this kind of high-rise environment, who could get out of bed every morning, stand naked at the window and look out on the world. He pressed his dick harder against the window, transfixed by the moment.

“Great view, isn’t it,” said Scott, standing in the doorway.

“Yeah,” replied Brody, surprised at Scott’s silent reappearance. He then noticed Scott’s reflection in the window. Scott had taken off his sweatpants and now wore a cream-colored boxer-brief.

“You can look out, but there’s no one near enough to see you—a great feature of this suite,” added Scott.

Brody moved toward the table, naked. He had never thought much about getting naked around other athletes, but this time it felt different to him. For some reason he liked showing his body to Scott. Brody stretched out on the table and placed the towel over his smooth, curving ass.

“The only time I have a problem is when the window-cleaning dude shows up.” Scott smiled as he drizzled a stream of oil onto Brody’s back. “I can’t run appointments then, but it’s only for an hour or so. Once I walked into the room naked and saw him suspended outside doing the window.”

“How did he react?” asked Brody.

“He gave me a thumbs-up.” Scott drizzled more oil onto Brody’s back. “He became a customer of mine for a while. He got a kick out of standing naked in front of his spotlessly-cleaned glass.”

Brody could feel the tension leaving his muscles as the bodybuilder pressed and smoothed his strong hands along the youth’s spine, then fanned out onto the shoulders and back. Scott repeated this motion over several minutes, reaching lower and lower. He spent as much time working his hands into the small of Brody’s back. Next he moved to the foot of the massage table and oiled the young athlete’s legs.

“So what are you doing in college besides wrestling?” asked Scott.

“Auto mechanics.”

“Hey, great—a mechanic who wrestles!” The bodybuilder added, “I’ll know where to go to get my fluid levels checked.”

Scott’s hands slowly and firmly worked their way up the backs of his legs, stopping at the base of the butt. They repeated this motion many times.

“That feels great,” said Brody.

“Good,” said the bodybuilder. It should get even better as we go.….”

Then the hands ventured onto the bottom of the butt cakes, gradually progressing farther with each repetition. In doing so, they pushed the towel forward, exposing more of Brody’s ass. Soon the towel ended up accordioned on the youth’s lower back.

As Scott’s hands pushed across the butt from bottom to top, his thumbs lodged in the ass crack and traveled along the bottom of the sexy fissure, sometimes pausing at the hole. The sensation made Brody twitch a little, but he didn’t say anything.

After working on Brody’s back and legs, the bodybuilder had the youth turn over and sit up. Scott moved the young athlete’s arms behind him and placed the towel over Brody’s dick and balls. “Slide your back against my chest,” instructed Scott.

With the guys pressed together in this way, Brody’s hands touched the bodybuilder’s muscular thighs. Without Brody realizing it, his fingers of his right hand found the bottom edge of Scott’s brief. The fingers toyed with its elastic edge.

Scott put his left hand firmly across the youth’s pecs to hold him in place. Next, he moved his right hand slowly down Brody’s right side, massaging it at the same time. He repeated this again and again. Then Scott used the hand to slowly lift the thigh up at the knee. He continued pulling it until the knee pressed against the bodybuilder’s chest. Brody felt like the guy had trapped him in a cradle hold. He couldn’t move.

Scott held him in that position for a long time. “This is a good stretch maneuver. Just relax.”

He looked down to Brody’s crotch. By Scott pulling up on the leg, the towel had fallen aside, leaving Brody on the table with his dick and balls on display. Scott carefully scrutinized them.

“It feels like wrestling in slow motion,” said Brody. He moaned as his groin muscles reacted to the extreme stretch. Then Scott slowly returned the leg to the table and repeated the same procedure with the left leg, cradling it snugly against Brody’s chest. The raised left leg gave Scott another look at Brody’s ball sack. He had never seen huge testicles and speculated to himself about their hardness and heaviness.

“O.K. Lie flat again,” said Scott.

Brody obeyed.

Scott moved to the side of the table and put both hands on the young wrestler’s upper chest and started to massage it. As the fingers moved across the pecs and nipples, Brody’s dick took that as an order to harden, which it quickly did. Scott also saw Brody’s balls do the same thing.

After a while he slid his right hand down to the abs, sometimes briefly brushing against Brody’s cock head. The rod reacted by tightening its skin. As the moments passed, Scott watched the rod becoming more excited, especially his massage hand rubbed across the sensitive underside of the long shaft.

“Your boy has a lot of energy for such a tall one,” remarked Scott.

“Sorry for the distraction,” replied Brody, embarrassed. “I…..”

“Don’t worry about it. A full body massage can do that,” said Scott.

But the now erect cock did bother Brody. What must the bodybuilder think about him getting a hard-on during his first massage?

“I’ve gotta get your big boy outa the way for a minute, so I can work on your abs,” explained Scott. “ Just ignore my hand.” He took hold of the shaft and gradually began pulling it up and

away from the gut. He had to use more effort than he expected. The bodybuilder smiled as he felt the cock putting up some impressive resistance to the pull. But finally Scott brought the giant shaft to a nearly upright position and held it there. He started to knead and massage Brody’s lower abdominals with his other hand.

“Nice abs, man,” commented the bodybuilder.

“Thanks,” said Brody. He closed his eyes, heroically trying to disregard the growing pleasure in his cock as it constantly fought the upright position that Scott demanded.

Scott gave Brody’s six-pack a long, deep massage. But the bodybuilder’s eyes remained fixed on the gigantic rod inside his fist. He wanted to hold it for hours—fantasizing about the many things he could do with it, and do to it. Judging from Brody’s sighs and the shaft’s extreme hardness, he could almost feel the rising pleasure inside the huge muscle. Scott believed he could make it shoot with a few gentle pulls, but since that would end the fun much too soon, he tried not to move it much. At that moment a large amount of pre-cum emerged from the cock, rolled down it and onto Brody’s gut.

“Your boy just gave me more lube!” commented Scott with a grin.

“Fuck!” whispered the stud.

“No problem,” said Scott. “But, how long has it been since it shot off?”

Brody could have passed on that personal question, but he answered it. “About two weeks probably. I’ve been pretty busy lately.”

“That’s a while. I would expect an athlete like you to cum about twice a day. No wonder your cock is jumpy.”

“Maybe you’re right,” admitted Brody quietly.

“Actually, it’s better physiologically if you let the juice fly,” explained Scott. “Always keeping it inside isn’t the best thing to do.” Scott felt the shaft suddenly stiffen, as if agreeing with his statement.

Now in a quandary, Brody started to breathe faster and perspire.

“Calm down, man,” said Scott, slowing his abs massage. “Don’t be nervous. If your boy decides to shoot, that’s OK. I’ll just wipe you off and we’ll forget about it. O.K?”

“O.K.,” gasped Brody, not knowing what else to say.

“Just keep your eyes closed and think about other things.”

But thinking about “other things” proved impossible for the youth. He simply could not disregard the tremendous pleasure that now permeated his entire shaft. The bodybuilder’s grip seemed to command it to ejaculate.

To make sure Brody couldn’t see, Scott gently rested his left hand on the stud’s face, covering the eyes. Even though Scott had tried to reassure the youth about having an orgasm, and downplaying it as an insignificant event, the bodybuilder now realized that his handsome client would likely cum, just from him holding the excited shaft. But after all, he had wanted to make long phallus explode from the first moment he saw the youth standing naked in front of the window.

Scott’s moderately firm hold on the stiff muscle looked innocent enough, but his fingers began to play a subtle game with the shaft—applying slight, momentary pressure on its sensitive underside, one finger at a time. Brody had no way to detect these crafty movements, even if he had watched the fingers closely. He only felt his pleasure continually rising.

The young wrestler’s breathing became faster. Scott bent down and opened his mouth wide. He carefully closed his lips around the massive, globular head of the cock. Brody groaned as the shaft stiffened with a new, enticing pleasure that spread downward into the youth’s bulging testicles. Brody’s body stiffened. Scott ran his tongue slowly along the smooth, tight surface of the rod’s head. It made Brody hunger for an orgasm as he never had before. At the same time, the self-conscious youth wanted to hold it back out of embarrassment. But the pleasure became so powerful that he had no way to stop it. He grasped the sides of the table with both hands. He felt like giving a loud cry as he sometimes did when one of his wrestling buddies locked him in a nasty and painful submission hold.

Scott closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of the youth’s spectacular cock-head. He knew he had the guy. Brody’s breathing turned into huge heaves. Scott slowly moved his lips lower, consuming several more inches of the long muscle without gagging—a skill he had mastered through practice.

Brody finally uttered a sexy gasp. The sound of it made the bodybuilder’s own cock swell. He felt some pre-cum spurt into his boxer-brief. His cock reached higher, soon pushing its head above the brief. Scott consumed more of Brody’s shaft. The youth gripped the table harder. His swollen rod could take no more.

The first shot of cum slammed into the back of the bodybuilder’s mouth with tremendous force, surprising Scott. Brody gasped with every ejection of sperm, and the cock fired many of them. Each one seemed to stand out to the bodybuilder as he swallowed it. In fact, he couldn’t help counting the youth’s big squirts—six seven eight, nine…. At the tenth shot, Brody’s body began to quiver and jerk so violently that the bodybuilder had to use both arms to keep the guy pinned to the table.

When the main eruptions lessened, Scott kept tonguing the head, prompting it to squirt out a long succession of smaller loads. Even so, they kept Brody gasping and thrusting for several more minutes.

After he had taken every drop from the youth, Scott at last released the cock-head. “That’s amazing, man,” he said, removing his hand from the stud’s eyes.

Out of breath, Brody had a long way to go to fully recover from the flood of sperm he had released. He finally opened his eyes, as if from a powerful dream.

Scott gently massaged the youth’s chest with both hands. “I bet you feel really awesome right now.”

“Oh shit, yes!”

“Well, you wanted the full treatment—on every body part! You got it, dude!”

Brody smiled. “I guess I should have read the fine print.” He tried to lift his upper body, but it soon sank to the table again.

“You need to rest a minute, dude,” suggested Scott.

Brody noticed the bodybuilder’s hard cock under his stretched-out brief, which had several wet areas. “Did you cum too?”

“Almost,” said Scott with a grin, stripping off the wet brief. “I don’t like wearing wet clothes!” Then he continued massaging Brody’s chest, arms and legs. He noticed that the youth’s shaft had not softened after the orgasm.

“Let’s have you sit up on the table.” Scott placed a hand at the back of Brody’s neck and started to massage the area. He put his other hand on the youth’s chest to hold him in place.

Scott did more massaging of Brody’s legs. During it, both guys stared at Brody’s still-hard ten-inch shaft. Time seemed to pass quickly. Scott’s hands felt wonderful and soon had the athlete so relaxed that his head began to nod in drowsiness.

“I suppose I should be going; I have some job-hunting to do in the morning,” said Brody.

“What kind of work are you looking for?”

“Anything really, for now.”

“I have an idea for you,” said Scott. “I need a guy to assist me here. You know, arranging appointments, ordering supplies, handling the finances, keeping me organized. Would you like the job? If it worked out, you could even become my business partner.”

The offer shocked Brody into sudden wakefulness. He paused. “I don’t know…. .”

“I can begin you at way above minimum wage if you can start immediately. I can work around your class schedule.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. You can even stay here with me. I have plenty of room down the hall. Plus you can have free massages whenever you want.”

“You ARE serious,” said Brody, looking amazed. “You want me to decide right now?”

“What’s not to like about the arrangement?”

Brody didn’t speak.

“Think about it and give me your answer tomorrow. In fact, stay here tonight.” Looking at Brody’s big rod, he added, “ I have plenty of room in my quarters.”

“Stay here tonight?” Brody repeated, somewhat confused.

“Yep,” said Scott, smiling, but with a commanding look in his eye.

Brody said nothing, trying to sort out the onslaught of conflicting thoughts in his mind.

“You’d better give me an answer soon, or I’m gonna bear hug that cock of yours until you accept!”

The youth grinned, not really believing Scott’s whimsical threat.

“You’re out of time, buddy!” announced the bodybuilder. He gripped the shaft.

“Ah!” yelled Brody as Scott squeezed into it.

“How about it? I can squeeze a lot harder if necessary,” Scott said with a smile, and demonstrated.

“O.K! O.K! I accept your offer—and I’ll stay here tonight!” gasped Brody.

“It’s a deal then,” said Scott. He loosened his grip and freed the shaft. “I’ll make us a great breakfast in the morning.”

“Sounds good,” replied the still-dazed youth.

“Tomorrow I’ll show you around the place. You can stay in bed as long as you like. When you get up, you can stand naked at the window and look out on the world.”

The words gave Brody an odd feeling—the very words he had imagined earlier when he approached that huge window for the first time. This whole experience seemed too bizarre for words. After all, he had just come in for a massage.

He turned his head and stared out the wide window. Darkness had fallen on the city below. Street lights had come on and the lights from distant buildings. The view had become even more outstanding.

A few minutes later Brody followed Scott down a hall, through an office area and into a large room. A king-sized bed stood close to an expansive window like the one in the massage room. Brody walked up to it.

“You love it, don’t you,” said Brody.

“Yeah, for sure.”

Scott stepped behind him and encircled his arms around the naked youth. Brody jerked a little—like he’d feel getting an unexpected electric shock. He started to resist the muscular biceps around him, thinking that this probably gay bodybuilder only wanted him as some kind of sex captive. But the embrace soon made him yield to Scott’s embrace. It made Brody feel exceptionally good—or was it only the effects of his giant orgasm?

“I’m glad you’re staying,” said Scott. “I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Trust me.”

But Brody’s nervousness showed.

“You’re tense again. Relax, man.” Scott hugged Brody from behind.

Even though the young wrestler had always thought of himself as straight, physical contact with the bodybuilder against his skin did something to him. Scott rested his chin on Brody’s shoulder. He moved his hands lower as he watched the youth’s reflection in the window. Brody’s face clearly revealed his pleasure—especially when Scott started to tickle Brody’s hard shaft with a finger.

Regardless of the orgasm only minutes earlier, the cock responded with big leaps.

“Oh, man, not again….” said Brody, thinking about himself merely as a sex captive.

“It wants to,” replied Scott. He checked the cum hole and found some slick moisture. “See?”

“You seem to know more about my cock than I do.”

Scott gradually pulled the long muscle down, pointing it at the window, only an inch away. Brody flinched and tried to back away.

Scott wouldn’t let him move. “Show it off, man.”

Brody scowled uneasily at first, then the scowl began to change into a look of submission combined with satisfaction. He put a hand on Scott’s arm.

“You want me to stop?” asked Scott.

“I guess not,” replied Brody.

“Good,” said Scott, sounding relieved and happy. “Because your cock needs a buddy to play with!” He gave the monster cock a few friendly punches and pulls.” They both laughed as Scott used the shaft to wave at imagined onlookers. “Say hello to all your fans.”

The bodybuilder continued to fun-wrestle the stiff shaft. Pre-cum began to leak from the head. Scott’s fingers spread it around the top half of the rod.

“Oh my god,” grunted Brody, feeling challenged once more by a pleasure that he had no defense against.

Scott slid his hand slowly up and down the slippery tool.

The youth moaned, already a slave in the bodybuilder’s control. “I can’t cum again. I’m outa energy, man.”

“This is how we solve that problem. We make a batch of fresh sperm.”

Brody couldn’t argue with that, and didn’t want to.

Scott checked the youth’s testicles with his other hand. “Yeah, they’re starting to fill up, dude.” Brody liked hearing Scott talk about cock and balls. “But we’ll go slow. We’re in no hurry.”

Brody sighed as his shaft swelled in response to every motion of Scott’s hand.

“This time you cum in front of the window,” said the body-builder.

“Not here!” objected Brody.

“Why not? This is exactly where you should be,” countered Scott. “Let ‘em see what you have and what you can do!”

II

In reality, anyone down on the dark street level looking from the correct vantage point could have seen the naked guys and Brody’s giant rod, since ceiling lights near the window illuminated everything close to it.

In fact, someone did see. A guy sitting on a park bench, wearing t-shirt and shorts, had his binoculars fixed on the window. At first he watched a low-flying aircraft, but then he noticed the illuminated top-floor room. The high-powered lenses revealed two naked males standing in front of the window, one with a mammoth erection. Some tall bushes grew nearby, but no big trees, giving the watcher an unobstructed view. As he watched the guys, his cock began to harden, poking up into his shorts.

Now, in almost total darkness, he heard someone approaching along the path. A guy, having finished jogging through the park, stopped in front of the bench. He had a small light tied at his side. “I didn’t expect to see anyone out here this late,” he said. Noticing the binoculars, he asked, “Doing some star-gazing tonight?”

“No—stud-gazing this time.”

The jogger seemed intrigued and looked up at the building, trying to find the source of that comment. “Something interesting up there?”

“Yeah. Two naked dudes standing in front of a window.”

“Can I look?”

“Sure.”

As he took hold of the binoculars, the jogger spotted the guy’s erect rod in his shorts and sat on the bench beside him. He focused the binoculars on the window. “Wow,” he whispered. “What a dick on that guy! How long do you think it is—twelve inches?”

“Close to it.”

The jogger handed back the binoculars, then shined his mini-light on the guy’s shorts. “Here’s another hard one!”

The guy laughed quietly. “Can’t help it.”

“Me too,” said the jogger, fondling his own rod. “Are you in the park very often?”

“Sometimes,” said the guy, resuming his view of the window.

“I think I’ve seen you here before.”

The conversation stopped for a minute, allowing the jogger to check out the guy’s body beside him, and cock bulge.

“Man, that big cock up there is sure excited,” said the binocular-owner.

“Let me see,” said the jogger. Positioning the binoculars once more, he watched the action for a minute, then returned the field glasses.

“This is too hot!” said the guy, again viewing the big cock in the window. Presently he felt the jogger’s hand on his leg. He didn’t pull it away from the stranger. Soon the jogger fingered his cock through the shorts. Excitement shot through his body. “Yeah,” he whispered.

The jogger pulled down the front of the guy’s shorts and aimed his light on the cock. “Nice one,” said the jogger, checking the naked, spotlighted cock with his fingers. A few squeezes brought pre-cum oozing onto the head. “Perfect for sucking.”

The jogger pulled the guy’s legs apart and kneeled between them. Gazing at the exposed, moistened cock-head, the jogger licked his lips, leaned forward took charge of it with his mouth.

“Ah!” whispered the guy as pleasure thrills ignited his rod. He put the binoculars down on the bench.

The jogger stopped briefly to speak. “I love your cock, man! Don’t move, I wanna get you off!”

“Shit, that feels so good!” said the guy.

The jogger put his hands around the guy’s waist, hugging him as he sucked.

“This is better than watching that big dick!” the guy quipped, as the jogger’s tongue made love to the hard, sensitive surface. He felt the jogger’s lips slowly travel downward, taking command of the tool inch-by-inch. More pre-cum spurted out. When the lips reached the bottom, the guy grunted again. Immense amounts of salvia began to bathe the rod. The tongue swirled it around, coating the cock and mixing it with the guy’s silky sperm leaks. As the lips moved upward again, some of the liquid leaked out and rolled down the cock and onto the watcher’s balls and shorts.

The jogger licked it up.

“Damn,” whispered the watcher, impressed with the jogger’s technique.

The jogger’s lips returned to the rod, now treating its top half to regular up-and-down movements, stopping occasionally for some serious tongue-work.

“Fuck,” whispered the guy, feeling his cock tightening rapidly.

The jogger again released the cock for a moment. “You’re ready. Give it to me, man,” he said. He resumed the blow job, anxious to take all of the guy’s ball juice.

The guy leaned back and opened his legs wider. He rested a hand on the jogger’s head, ready to give the stranger what he craved.

But a sound nearby made both of them freeze.

“I think someone’s over there. Maybe a cop checking the park,” said the guy.

The jogger sat up.

The guy stuffed his rod under the shorts. “We’d better get out of here,” he said.

“But we gotta finish,” replied the jogger.

“Yeah,” agreed the guy. “Let’s go to my place. We can walk there; it’s only a couple of blocks away.”

“I don’t know if I can wait that long!” said the jogger.

“Don’t worry. In a few minutes you can have it for as long as you like!”

“Yeah, something hot to look forward to!” whispered the jogger, giving the cock a sexy squeeze.

The two guys stood up and walked side-by-side through the park. The jogger trained his light on the path for them. At times he turned the light on the tall bulge in the guy’s shorts. He also pressed his hand against the guy’s firm, round ass more than once. Before reaching the edge of the park, the two stopped to listen for any footsteps behind them.

Not hearing anything, the jogger reached his hand to the guy’s shorts and took hold of his nuts. “Big ones,” he whispered, fondling them.

They walked on, quietly talking about the hung dude in the window and wondering if his cock had shot off by now. They agreed to investigate the top floor of the building sometime soon, and maybe learn more about the two horny dudes at the window.

“Maybe we’ll get to see that cock in person,” joked the guy.

“Yeah,” replied the jogger. “But yours comes first!”

III

Pleasure welled up inside Brody, from his balls to the top of his long shaft. As Scott stroked the rod, the youth’s inhibitions floated away.

Scott kissed the side of Brody’s face. “Don’t hold back, dude.”

Brody knew what that meant. He knew that Scott would prevail as the master of his cock and his pleasure, and nothing could stop him. The youth groaned as the bodybuilder’s strong fingers coiled around the cock. Brody’s pleasure jumped another notch. He grabbed Scott’s arm.

“Time to empty those balls again, man.”

The bodybuilder pulled the shaft forward until its tip touched the glass. The added pressure made Brody grunt loudly. But when Scott started to drag the head in circles on the glass, the youth went crazy. He reached behind and grabbed the body-builder with both hands. The cock-head immediately deposited a load of pre-cum on the window. Scott kept pushing the cock-head in circles, insisting that it release more pre-cum.

“Get me!” yelled Brody, as his cock slid lustfully across the silky, slippery glass, ready to shower it with the lifeblood of youth.

When the massive shaft erupted, Brody shrieked in ecstasy. Thick, creamy wrestler-juice began to fire onto the window in long, violent shots.

Scott marveled at the power of Brody’s sperm jets. They reminded him of how the jets had felt in his mouth a few minutes earlier. He held the youth firmly as he watched the loads plaster the window with a breathtaking force.

“Oh god!” yelled Brody, feeling each shot pleasure and punish his body simultaneously.

“Yeah! Empty those big balls!” roared Scott, driving the athlete on.

Brody’s testicles eagerly demonstrated their amazing prowess, giving the cock almost more cum than it could handle. The bodybuilder looked aghast at the amount of sperm they produced. Grasping and whimpering, Brody sank back against Scott’s sexy pecs, unprepared for the length and intensity of the orgasm.

Holding the shaft steady while it pumped away gave Scott an enormous thrill, the biggest of his life. But he did more than simply hold Brody’s giant shaft. After the main loads had ejected, Scott forced the youth’s pump into overtime by squeezing and pulling the cock forward again and again, doubling Brody’s already intense pleasure. The testicles had to give Scott what he wanted: they yielded every remaining drop of the athlete’s cum over the next several minutes, spurt-by-spurt. Brody shouted as each widely-spaced spurt shot out. He finally collapsed against Scott, unable to stand.

With the empty shaft still jerking in pleasure, the bodybuilder had to drag Brody from the window into the bedroom. He turned out the room lights, placed Brody on the bed and joined him there. The city lights below began to give the room a soft glow.

It took a long time for Brody’s excitement to subside. “Holy shit,” I’ve never pumped like that before.”

“You needed to do it, buddy—you’re still makin’ up for lost time!”
Brody grinned. “Yeah, but I feel like I’m in endurance training!”

Scott grinned. “More like sperm training!”

The naked guys gazed out the huge window, and at each other.

“How do you like the bed?” asked Scott, even though his mind raced with thoughts about the giant cock next to him, illuminated in the dim light.

“It’s a big one,” answered Brody innocently.

Scott tickled the cock with a finger. “It’s not the only big thing in the room,” replied Scott.

Brody pulled the finger away, but Scott returned to the tool, this time enclosing it in his hand. The youth decided to let the hand alone, aware that he couldn’t actually stop his new buddy anyway.

Scott inspected the muscle from top to bottom, curious about its continued stiffness following the second orgasm. The long inspection produced sudden sparks of pleasure that made Brody’s whole body jerk whenever Scott touched an especially sensitive spot. The bodybuilder moved closer, and during the next fifteen minutes, studied the shaft with fingers that teased and tested every inch of its huge circumference, every protruding vein and every pleasure point.

“How long you gonna do that—all night?” asked Brody.

“Maybe.”

“You want to own my cock, don’t you,” said the youth quietly.

“I already own it. It’s crazy about me.”

The two guys snickered as the body-builder continued to play with his new possession. Brody loved the attention, and that Scott had become so focused on his every detail of his shaft. Its size had definitely impressed other guys, and even intimidated them, but now he had someone who wanted to spend time admiring it, and even studying, it.

“So you like the mattress?” asked Scott, fingering the pleasure-filled, stiff rim of the cock-head.

“Yeah. Feels super.” He paused. “The mattress does too!”

Some fresh pre-cum drained from the cock hole and onto the bodybuilder’s finger.

“Yeah, you’re doing good, cockboy,” Scott said to the shaft. “I think you have enough cum to cover this mattress!” said Scott.

Brody laughed as Scott’s cock-testing went on. “Are you trying to find your favorite place?” joked Brody.

“Already have, buddy. “Want me to show ya?”

Before Brody could answer, the bodybuilder took hold of a small portion of the tight cock skin just below the back of the head and gave it a hard, three-second pinch. The youth instantly reacted.

“Shit, man!” said Brody, stung by the fierce power of such a quick and potent maneuver.

“Yeah—a burst of pain and pleasure!” said Scott. He watched the shaft react to the move by taking three big upward leaps after he released it.

“I’ve got your cock all figured out, dude.”

“I guess so!” said Brody, still feeling the pleasure and pain at the top of the long shaft.

“But not the rest of you—yet,” added Scott. He dropped his chest onto Brody’s and slid his arms under and around him. The bodybuilder’s huge, steely biceps quickly tightened into a formidable bear hug. To make the hold more powerful, Scott rolled over, putting Brody on top of him, and clamped his arms into the wrestler’s lower back full force. Brody had never felt such pressure. He cried out in pain. It soon hurt him to take gulps of air.

Scott let up, but only for a moment. He reapplied the squeeze, making the youth cry out again. Brody attempted to push up to weaken Scott’s grip. But that only intensified the hold. He sank down again, dropping his head against the side of Scott’s face.

The bodybuilder renewed his squeeze many times, each demanding a cry from Brody.

“I like hearing you groan,” whispered Scott in the youth’s ear.

Brody delayed submitting because above all things, he wanted to show his toughness to the bodybuilder. However, soon the youth could no longer endure Scott’s painful, repeated squeezes. He tapped out on Scott’s arm.

“A good try,” complemented Scott. He deposited the youth on the mattress again, on his back. The bodybuilder sat up and placed his folded right leg across Brody’s ribs and his left foot on the mattress at Brody’s right side. Positioned this way the bodybuilder could feel Brody's huge cock wedged in his ass-crack. He attached the fingers of one hand to the youth’s exceptional ball sack and started to mess with it. Brody twitched.

“You’ll get used to it,” said Scott, checking the testicles as he had the done with the shaft.

But Brody continued to twitch.

“You never had a guy play with your nuts before?” asked Scott.

“No,” answered Brody. Then after a pause, “Well, yes. One time, in high school.”

“What happened?”

It took a while for Brody to describe his experience. He began the story haltingly, and had to stop several times, distracted by some of Scott’s moves on his balls, and by having to more fully explain various parts of the incident that Scott wanted to hear.

“We were in the showers after gym class. Some of the guys—maybe five or six—came up behind me. They pushed my chest against the wall and held me there, threatening me if I yelled. Then one guy put his hand in my crotch from behind and felt my balls—sort of like you’re doin’ now. After that, a couple of other guys did the same thing.

“I can’t blame them, man,” said Scott. “Did they go after your cock too?”

“Yeah, from behind, so I couldn’t see who it was. The guys again took turns, rubbing my cock with soapy hands.”

“Did you get hard?”

“A huh. It sure was embarrassing. I left the shower with a full erection. I think they just had to see how big it could get. I got called ‘Horse’ after that.”

Scott gave the nuts a squeeze.

“Hey!” objected Brody.

Scott relaxed the squeeze but kept holding the testicles. “I had a similar experience when I was 14,” said Scott. “A bunch of my buddies and I were riding our bikes on a trail in the woods. We stopped to take a break and somehow we got into wrestlin’ with each other. T-shirts came off and soon everyone was after me. Someone had a rope and tied my wrists behind me. One of them pulled down my jeans and jockstrap. They had the whole thing planned. Anyway, a guy started to tickle my balls. Everyone liked how I squirmed and swore! Then he did the same thing to my dick.”

“Why you?” asked Brody.

“I was their obvious target as the strongest, and the first of them to start muscle-training. They loved holding me down so I couldn’t fight or escape. One of the guys took Vaseline out of his backpack, spread it on my dick and started jackin’ it. That got me hard right away. They all laughed and moved in close to see if the guy could make me shoot.” Scott looked at Brody and smiled. “It doesn’t take much to make a 14-year-old cum, and the dude knew what he was doing: he totally unloaded my nuts. My buddies watched every shot of sperm, and there was a lot of it! I’m pretty sure a couple of them had no previous experience with sex yet, because someone said, “Hot demo.”

“You must have been pissed!” said Brody.

“Yeah, I was. But when I calmed down they untied me. We all ended up laughing about it. But the event did give me a kind of special status, especially with a few of the guys. They hung around with me more often after that, maybe hoping to see me cum again, or maybe hoping I would make them cum.”

“Did it happen?”

“No. I didn’t want any of them,” said the body-builder. He squeezed Brody’s testicles again, harder. “This is want I want.”

The young athlete tried to pull the hand away, but the attempt lacked conviction. Despite his fear of the squeeze, he removed his hand, thinking of this as another test from Scott.

The bodybuilder smiled. “I’m gonna check something. Don’t move.”

An odd feeling swept through Brody as Scott carefully pushed a finger into the middle of the youth’s ball sack. The finger kept going deeper and deeper. Brody inhaled abruptly as he felt his testicles slowly separate. Since he couldn’t see what was happening, fear gripped him. But he remembered Scott’s warning not to move, and he followed it.

“Good,” whispered Scott to himself as though finding out something important with his probing finger.

After a moment, Brody began to feel a new sensation—an increasing pressure on his balls. Two of Scott’s fingers had locked onto one testicle and three onto the other one.

“Fuck yeah,” whispered the body-builder, thrilled at having total control of the large balls—and of the youth’s entire body as a result. Scott didn’t simply squeeze. He used different amounts of pressure on each testicle, shifting attention from one to the other every now and then. Brody felt like the victim of two simultaneous submission holds. Never having had his nuts wrestled in this way, Brody cringed. Scott then began to slowly move each testicle up and down inside the sack.

“Ah!” gasped Brody.

“How do you like the ball massage, dude?”

“It’s a massage? It feels more like a torture hold!”

“It depends on how you look at it.” Scott now moved the whole sack, gradually pulling it around Brody’s crotch in slow-motion, sometimes pulling it away from the crotch at the same time.

“Shit!” said Brody, in obvious discomfort.

“Take it easy. I live for testicle holds, man,” said the body-builder, intently watching the sack as he moved it in slow circles. “I don’t get to do this very often.”

“My balls can’t take it!”

“Sure they can, especially giants like yours.”

Scott increased the pressure as he massaged the testicles. Terrified, Brody dug his fingers into the bed sheet. The bodybuilder’s cock swelled and tingled as Brody tried to fight back his fear.

“No more! I submit!” grunted the youth.

“This isn’t about submitting,” said Scott quietly. It’s about surviving—and trust.”

Scott grinned as he watched the young wrestler try to maneuver out of his “stud” massage. Brody brought both feet close to his butt and started lifting himself off the mattress, intending to bridge high. But with Scott’s folded leg pressed against his chest, that didn’t succeed very well. Nevertheless, the youth tried it several times. Scott ended each attempt by using the balls to force him back down.

“You look so sexy when you do that,” commented Scott.

The tired, overpowered kid had only one choice—not to resist, and he knew it. His bent legs began to open in a widening split. As Scott continued his “massage” hold, Brody’s legs opened more and more, abandoning the natural desire to close to protect the testicles from danger.

“Yeah,” said the bodybuilder, pressing even farther into the balls, “give ‘em to me.”

Brody unhooked his fingers from the sheet and onto Scott. His mouth opened as the ball squeeze escalated.

“Take it,” whispered the bodybuilder. “Wrestlers are tough shit.”

Brody saw Scott’s rod jump excitedly.

“How do they feel?” asked Scott.

“Like you got a bear hug on each one.”

Scott nodded his head in agreement. “But’s it’s for a good cause.” He looked at Brody’s cock hole. “You’re drippin’ juice.” The bodybuilder squeezed harder.

“Ah!” groaned Brody. “They hurt!”

“Don’t think about it—they’re good. They’re super hard now, like your dick.”

Brody did think, and worry. He held Scott tighter. “Please, no more!”

The bodybuilder didn’t let up, but then said, “I’ll make a deal with you,” said Scott. “I’ll let go if you suck my cock.”

The deal stunned Brody. He had never sucked off a guy and admitted that to Scott.

“No problem. I give free lessons if you need them.”

Brody looked at Scott’s stiff tool and saw that some liquid had oozed onto its head. “What if you cum?”

“Then swallow. You might like my taste. I like yours.”

“Mine?”

“Yeah, while you were on the massage table.”

Brody assumed that Scott had used a towel to clean up after he shot off. But with Scott’s hand over his face earlier, Brody couldn’t see and figured Scott had wiped it away with the towel. “You swallowed my loads?”

“Sure did. Every one of them. You make good stuff.”

Brody didn’t speak. A hundred thoughts raced through his brain.

“Or maybe you’d like more of this instead….” suggested the bodybuilder, applying more pressure to the testicles.

“No! O.K—you win!” conceded Brody, fearing what Scott’s huge biceps might do to his balls.

The bodybuilder released the testicles and sat on Brody’s chest, giving the youth a close-up view of the cock he had agreed to pleasure.

Scott moved closer, putting his rod against Brody’s chin.

The youth stared at it apprehensively.

“Every load from me will make you stronger, man,” said the bodybuilder, flexing both arms for the youth. Brody worshipped the impressive biceps with his hands.

Scott pushed his cock head against the youth’s lips. “Go ahead, lick it.”

Brody started tentatively. But after some positive comments from Scott, the kid began licking with more enthusiasm. He enjoyed seeing the tool jump and swell from his tongue’s work.

“Yeah. Hot, man,” said Scott. “Here’s some for ya.”

A few seconds later, Brody saw a squirt of pre-cum eject from Scott’s cock. He spread the warm, velvet-like liquid around the head with his tongue. Releasing the head momentarily, he said, “Slippery.” He licked some of it off to taste. “Salty.”

“You like?”

“It’s not bad,” answered the young wrestler.

Scott smiled as Brody began sucking on the appreciative rod. Resting his knees on the bed, Scott moved his body forward, then pushed the first two inches of his rod into the youth’s mouth.

“Good, that’s it,” said Scott. He began to do slow pushups over Brody, dragging his rod up and down across the youth’s lips. “Hold my ass.”

Brody grasped each of Scott’s hard, round butt cakes while the perfectly sculpted body rose and fell above him at a slow pace. Scott grunted as Brody’s lips caressed the smooth, electrified cock.

The youth soon began to enjoy the slow rising and falling motion of Scott’s beautiful body. He kept the butt gripped, yet also massaged it from time to time.

Suddenly Scott stopped his pushups and let the cock remain in Brody’s mouth for a minute, motionless. Brody took the opportunity to massage the warm rod with his tongue, exploring as much of the hard sex muscle as he could. This produced such a fantastic rush of pleasure for Scott that he couldn’t move or speak or even gasp. He held himself steady over the youth as Brody’s tongue caressed and played with his cock like a new toy. Soon Brody felt another taste of sperm, a healthy load of the bodybuilder’s pre-cum. Scott began to breathe more rapidly. His brain told him to pull out, but pleasure goaded him saying, “stay and let the kid make your cock feel even better….”

Summoning all his strength, at the last moment Scott backed off, letting the jumpy cock hang above Brody’s face as the bodybuilder gasped. “You’re good at this!”

The compliment made Brody feel important. He didn’t have a body equal to Scott’s, yet he could do something that the hunk needed, and craved. He looked up in awe at the magnificent, muscled body over him. Scott waited. Brody licked his lips, eager to get control of the pleasure stick once more.

“Open,” Scott finally said. He eased his rod into the young athlete and began to slowly fuck his mouth.

The youth put his arms on the bodybuilder’s sides, groaning from the feel of the smooth rod again.

“Ah!” gasped Scott.

Soon another load of sperm fired into Brody’s mouth. The youth took it with an approving grunt.

“Ready for more?” asked Scott.

Brody responded by licking the head’s underside, making the muscleboy squirm in wicked, wonderful pleasure.

“You’re so hot! I gotta cum, man!” alerted Scott.

In the next moments, the young wrestler got his initial mouthful of a man’s core—and not just any man’s, but the core of complete, masculine perfection. Although the long series of loads almost made him cough, Brody really wanted to impress Scott—plus make his buddy feel great—so he swallowed everything. As the bodybuilder watched the young wrestler take his juice, it made his ejaculations feel even sexier.

When he finished, Scott collapsed on Brody, attacking the youth’s lips with a barrage of kisses. Afterward he rolled off the youth and onto his back, groaning in pleasure and steadily stroking Brody’s thigh.

As Scott lay gasping from the insanely powerful pleasure-pulses that continued to throb inside his cock, he heard Brody start to laugh.

“I think I just checked your fluid levels for the first time!” explained the youth.

Scott joined in the laughter. “You may have to do that a lot from now on, bud.”

Brody grinned and fondled the bodybuilder’s balls with a hand. “Let me know when you want another check!”

“With you next to me, it won’t take long,” said Scott.

The bodybuilder turned Brody on his side, facing him, and ran his tongue around the youth’s stiff cock-head.

Brody’s whole body jerked in immediate pleasure. “Ah! Not again!”

“Yeah, again—and this won’t be the last time tonight,” said Scott, returning his tongue to the head and spreading a large amount of saliva on it.

“It’s too many times!”

“Hell, your cock wants it, man. It’s still stiff.”

Brody yelled as Scott wrapped his hand around the shaft and started pulling up on it in slow, upward repetitions.

“I’m addicted to your dick, man! Besides, your boy likes how I make it submit.”

The youth cried out from the onset of new pleasure.

“Your cock’s a giant, but he’s no match for me!” Scott squeezed harder as he pulled.

Brody responded with an ecstatic yell.

“And there’s nothin’ you can do about it!” said Scott, spitting more saliva on the shaft.

The words seemed like a dare. Brody kicked both legs in the air to throw Scott off him. Though not succeeding, he did it again and again.

“Yeah, I love it when you fight me!” grinned Scott.

Brody tried more extreme bucking, but none of it dislodged Scott or interrupted the body-builder’s determined, methodical jacking. The young athlete suddenly drove a fist into Scott’s side, then followed it with many more strikes. Yet wherever his fist landed, it struck solid, impenetrable muscle.

“Feels good,” said Scott.

Exasperated, Brody lay still, panting from his wasted efforts.

Scott responded to Brody’s attack with an attack of his own—on the youth’s sensitive cock head. Brody screamed as Scott’s strong hand began squeezing and wrestling it. Brody’s right leg involuntarily lifted itself high reacting to the outrageous pleasure. It stayed there until Scott released the cock head. The leg fell back to the mattress liked a defeated fighter.

Brody lay groaning, not knowing what else he could do.

“Face it: your cum is mine, dude. I own it,” said the bodybuilder.

Scott gave the head a quick but grueling deep massage. Pre-cum began to ooze from the hole. Brody cried out in an agony of pleasure.

“I own your cum,” Scott reminded him. “Say it!”

The Scott bear-hugged the head again.

“You own it! You own my cum!” shouted Brody.

“Yeah, I do” said Scott, resuming his usual upward pulls on the shaft. “And you like it—I can tell.”

The youth attempted no more resistance. Yet, pleasure surges kept stabbing into his long shaft until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Finish me! Finish me!” he shouted.

Scott suddenly turned the tables on Brody and released the big cock. The two guys watched it jump, begging for a little more to push it over the edge.

“Not this time!” said Scott, deliberately withholding the pleasure.

Brody reached a hand to jack himself to completion. The bodybuilder responded by grabbing the wrist and holding it away from the shaft. Then he used the wrist to pull Brody onto his stomach. Next, Scott jumped on the young athlete and stretched out on his body—chest-to-back. He wrapped an arm around Brody’s neck and maneuvered it into a rear naked choke.

“Ah!” gasped Brody, fearing a choke-out.

But the bodybuilder had something else in mind—at least for now. He kept the choke in place, but not too tightly. While Brody gasped, Scott started to slowly rub his dick against the young wrestler’s lower back and ass. Brody became less concerned and began to enjoy the feel of the bodybuilder massaging his back.

Scott grunted occasionally as the forward and reverse movements made his dick harden. Brody liked the feeling too—until the bodybuilder’s cock lodged in his asscrack and stayed there. The young wrestler tried to lift himself, but the bodybuilder’s full weight on him, he couldn’t do it.

“I’ve got you, man,” said Scott softly in Brody’s ear. He tightened the choke, making his pleasure and passion grow. He began to kiss and lick the side of Brody’ neck and face. A load of pre-cum lubed the asscrack.

Brody gasped as the bodybuilder started to push his cockhead into the slippery butt hole.

“You can do it,” said Scott, pushing further. More pre-cum lubed the path.

“Ah!” groaned Brody, feeling the cock sink deeper into him. “It hurts!”

“Relax dude, the pain will go away and you’ll love it.”

The athlete didn’t see how that could happen. He tried again to lift himself, and succeeded somewhat, but the bodybuilder forced him back down using cock pressure. Soon Brody gave up and let Scott proceed without opposition.

The bodybuilder took another minute or so to fully bury his cock in the handsome athlete. Afterward he made no other movements, letting Brody get used to feeling.

“Oh shit,” whispered Brody, feeling the bodybuilder’s cock getting stiffer than before. He could also feel Scott’s rock-hard ballsack against his butt—obviously bulging with the sperm of a bodybuilder, ready for release.

“Don’t be afraid dude. This will make you mine.”

Brody still had hard time controlling his anxiety and accelerated breathing—or was it the excitement of mating with the stud wrestler?

“You’re nervous again,” said Scott quietly. He started to caress Brody’s head with some fingers, while keeping the athlete secure in his choke hold. “You’re doin’ great for a first time, man.”

That made Brody feel a little better. Despite the odd feeling of the bodybuilder’s cock in his ass, he did like the affection—and being trapped in the choke.

“We have to do it this way, because no way can I take your humongous shaft!” He paused. “You would kill me in the process!”

They both laughed.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to injure my favorite bodybuilder,” said Brody.

Scott grinned and then got serious. “I want us together, as one,” whispered Scott. “I wanted that the first moment I saw you.”

He gave his cock a nudge. “Do you want that too?”

“Yeah. Something that lasts.” Brody felt a thrill of pleasure in his cock as it pressed into the mattress.

The bodybuilder kissed Brody’s neck and tightened the choke.

“You gonna put me out?” gasped Brody.

“No dude—I want you to feel me when I cum. My shots are gonna go deep. You’re gonna feel ‘em way up in your gut!”

Brody saw no point in protesting: he knew the choke would hold him no matter what happened. His cock spit out some pre-cum.

“I think I just juiced the bed a little!”

“Cool,” replied the bodybuilder. “I guess that means you like me!”

Brody smiled.

Scott saw the smile. “You and I are gonna have so much fun together. You won’t believe it. You’ll think you’re having a wonderful dream!”

The athlete’s cock spit out more pre-cum.

“If you keep talkin’ like that, I’m gonna cum!” said Brody.

“Not yet, man,” said Scott. “No reason to rush.”

The young wrestler realized only now that Scott’s cock had been slowly moving inside his ass. It surprised him that he didn’t mind its smooth, gradual, in-and-out motion. It even seemed natural to him—a thought that he still couldn’t figure out.

The slow fucking continued. Between it and the partially applied naked choke, Brody drifted into a kind of hypnotic state—fully aware, relaxed, yet having a very excited cock.

Brody wondered how long he could hold back his excitement. Already hungering for an orgasm, he groaned quietly, stroking the ripped arms that held him in the choke hold. He grasped as much of them as he could, never wanting to let go.

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