Three Cock Tales

Dan pulled off his muscle tee and stretched out on the beach blanket. Although the late afternoon temperature was warm, few people were around. He liked it that way. Maybe he’d get a chance to take off his swim trunks and lie naked in the sun before it went down. Dan was wearing trunks that would catch anyone’s attention—a glistening white bikini which stood out boldly against his beautiful, bronzed body. The bikini’s frontal leg openings extended upward from the crotch in a sexy cut that was more vertical than most. If a guy had a good crop of bush, this brief would expose a lot of it at the sides. And Dan did—thick hair that was jet black, just like the hair on his head. But the bikini also had a pouch big enough to hold Dan’s unusually large basket. It pushed the balls forward and clearly separated them for all to see. The feel of this brief always made Dan horny. He dozed off as his hard rod playfully nudged the thin fabric.

Dan was still asleep when Jeff ambled up the beach, looking for a good, quiet spot to relax. As soon as he saw Dan lying there, he knew this would be the place. He put his knapsack down where he wouldn’t be too suspiciously close, but where he could still get a good view of the stud’s fantastic, bulging bikini.

Jeff was wearing a low-rise brief too—a brilliant, lime-colored job that really highlighted his long shaft. He stared at Dan’s bulges for a long time, imagining what they looked like underneath. His dick rapidly reached maximum hardness. He glanced down at it, smiled, then lay back to relax.

Dan opened his eyes. He was ready for a swim. He got up and headed for the water. The ocean was remarkably calm. He was nearly up to his shoulders when he turned to survey the beach and spotted Jeff. Distance now prevented a full appreciation of the dude’s physique, but the muscles he could see looked impressive. So did a particular muscle he wasn’t able to see—the one poking up into the lime-colored brief.

Dan swam around for a while, eventually returning to where he had started.

“Hi,” said a voice behind him.

He was surprised to see the guy from the beach, who was about fifteen feet away. Since both guys stood in nipple-high water, neither had much of a view of the other.

Dan smiled.

“Sure is great out here today,” said Jeff.

“Yeah, perfect,” answered Dan.

As the two exchanged more comments, Jeff moved closer, finally stopping about four feet from Dan.

“Is this your first time at this beach?” asked Dan.

“I’m here a lot, but usually earlier in the day,” said Jeff.

“That’s why I haven’t seen ya before. I like to be here when most of the people have left and I have the place to myself.” Dan paused. “Then I can swim naked!”

Both guys grinned.

“Sounds like fun,” said Jeff. He reached down, stripped off his brief and dangled it above the water. Dan did the same.

“Feels terrific, doesn’t it!” said Dan, wrapping the brief around his right wrist.

“Sure does,” answered Jeff, tying his brief to an ankle. “It seems better doin’ it with somebody else.”

“Yeah,” said Dan, smiling in a way that Jeff couldn’t resist.

Jeff was silent for a moment. “You’re gay, aren’t ya,” he finally said.

“Yup,” Dan responded. “You too, right?”

“Right. I couldn’t take my eyes off your bikini, man. I’ve got a thing about balls. God, I wanted to sit down next to you and put my hand on ‘em.”

“That woulda been cool with me,” said Dan with a grin. “Want to now?”

Jeff couldn’t believe it. “Sure!”

Dan spread his legs as Jeff moved in close. Jeff slowly brought his hand up between Dan’s legs and touched the guy’s basket. It was huge.

“Holy shit,” said Jeff, feeling Dan’s immense balls.

“Like ‘em?”

“Fuck yes! I’ve always wanted to mess with nuts like these!”

It was soon clear to Dan that Jeff had a special way with balls—they hardened to steel in no time.

“Shit, that feels fantastic,” whispered Dan. “What are ya doin’ to ‘em?”

“Just a little nut-rasslin!”

Jeff knew the right combination of pulls and squeezes. He could get any guy turned on, gay or straight. He’d have a guy shooting like mad, just by working on his nuts for a few minutes.

“Oh, man, what a touch!” said Dan.

He put his hands on the back of Jeff’s head and pulled the handsome face toward him. The kiss was long, passionate, almost violent. During it Jeff gave Dan’s giant balls such an erotic squeeze that it immediately brought the guy to the edge of an orgasm.

“Go ahead, get me, man!” gasped Dan.

Jeff gripped Dan’s bulging nuts with both hands. Dan froze as the muscular dude locked on a hold that made his cock swing straight up. Incredible ecstasy attacked his balls. Dan yelled out his pleasure loudly. The juice roared up through his throbbing shaft, pricking each cell along the way with inde­scribable delight. The guy’s whole body stiffened, helpless under its conquering intensity. His hot cum exploded in supreme masculine pleasure, squirting into the salty, blue-green water.

“Oh God!” groaned Dan, massaging the back of Jeff’s head and neck in satisfaction. He kept massaging, even after the last of his cum fired from the excited rod.

“Good one, man!” said Jeff. “Let’s do it again!”

Before Dan could react to the idea, Jeff began shaking the nuts back and forth between the stud’s widely spread legs. Sudden pleasure seized Dan once more. It multiplied as Jeff shook the balls lustily.

“Ahhh!” grunted Dan.

Jeff stopped before the guy could climax. Then, for a second time, he held the mammoth balls with both hands and wrapped his fingers around them tightly.

“Now I’m gonna see how tough these horse nuts really are, stud,” said Jeff.

The dude began a slow, downward pull on Dan’s big basket. As the pressure on the balls grew, so did the guy’s pleasure. But Dan also wanted to resist the enormous force being applied. He was trapped. He couldn’t move. Jeff pulled the ballsack lower, finally stretching it to the fullest. Dan’s muscles flexed as he tried desperately to survive this ultimate test of manhood. But Jeff always won when he did this to a guy. He would keep up the awesome pressure until he got what he wanted.

“Oh shit!” gasped Dan, weakening from the ecstasy and power of Jeff’s pull. “Finish it, man!”

“Yeah, but not so soon, dude,” replied Jeff. He continued to stretch the guy’s ballsack to the limit. The hold pushed Dan’s pleasure to the limit, too. He lost track of time. Daylight seemed to slip away; or was it his energy? All he could be sure of was endless, mind-blowing pleasure.

Cool currents swirled around the swimmer’s rigid, upright cock. It twitched in pleasure while two strong hands worked on his balls as no one ever had. Dan’s legs began to feel wobbly. His chin dropped onto Jeff’s shoulder. Jeff smiled as Dan surrendered more and more to the sexy hold. At last it broke the guy. His arms encircled Jeff’s waist for support. Dazed and exhausted, Dan collapsed against the tall, muscular body as if seeking either protection from the ballgrip, or intensification of it so that he could climax.

“Yeah, I know,” whispered Jeff in a reassuring voice. He put his other hand on Dan’s shoulder and gave him a brotherly hug. “You wanna shoot like hell, don’t ya. Stay with it, man. You’re doin’ great.”

Jeff’s persistent stretch-grip could keep a guy defenseless and aroused in­definitely. The idea was to juice the guy a little at a time, to make him squirt again and again, but not in an all-out orgasm. Jeff was a pro at wearing a guy down like this, gradually draining him of both strength and cum at the same time. The best part was that the guy usually didn’t know this was happening. He would just groan in continuous pleasure, expecting a massive orgasm that never came. Dan was no exception.

Jeff loved the feel of Dan’s big, hard balls. He really did a job on them. As he worked the nuts toward another pleasure peak, Dan pressed into him. Jeff felt the guy’s cock pound against his gut, then shoot a single hefty stream of cum. It took Dan several more near-orgasm spurts to figure out what Jeff was up to. By that time he was too beat to do anything except beg for an orgasm. Jeff dug that. He always looked forward to hearing that from guys. It was like saying, “make me submit!”

Finally, after a long series of pleasure peaks, Jeff gave Dan his wish—an orgasm, a truly staggering one. He shook the balls hard, and at the same time bear hugged the bottom of the rock-hard shaft. Dan gripped his conqueror’s body. He screamed as cum exploded from the hysterical cockhead.

“Shoot it all, slave!” demanded Jeff. He made sure of that, not releasing the balls until all the spasms had stopped. Dan continued to clutch Jeff’s body.

“You’re history, man!” said Jeff sarcastically. He tore the bikini from Dan’s wrist and pushed the guy aside. “Thanks for the souvenir!”

As Jeff walked toward the beach, Dan struggled to keep his balance. He looked up, surprised to see how dark the sky had become. But enough light remained for him to watch Jeff reach the beach, still naked. He wished he could somehow get even with him. As darkness surrounded him, Dan knew that his chances for revenge had faded as well.

Jeff stayed on the beach, glorying in the warm summer night and in the sensuality of his maleness. He found a spot between some large boulders and lit a fire. He poured tanning oil all over his long rod. Then he got down on his back, spread his legs and started to jack off. He gazed at the brightening stars that covered the wide blackness above him.

When Dan returned to his blanket he fell on it and was soon asleep. He didn’t have a long rest but afterward felt rejuvenated. He sat up and thought about the loss of his brief and how he’d have to wrap himself in the towel when he went back to his car. As he got up to leave he noticed a faint glow up the beach. He headed toward it to investigate. Cautiously peering around a boulder, he saw Jeff, down on his knees, rubbing his cock. And wearing his own white bikini!

This was too much. He had to get it back. He walked silently and unseen toward Jeff, stopping about ten feet from him, at his left side. Dan had to admit that the brief fit the dude quite well. It jutted way out as Jeff rubbed his cock through the thin fabric.

“Need some help?” asked Dan.

Jeff looked up in shock. He tried to stand but it was too late: Dan was already on him. He knocked the dude on his butt, then slammed a fist into his gut. Dan stripped him and tossed the bikini aside.

“Now I’m gonna give your nuts a workout!”

He grabbed one of the guy’s legs. But Jeff kicked him in the stomach with the other one. The quick blow stunned Dan, allowing Jeff to pull him down. Lying sideways, the dude locked his thighs tightly around the victim’s neck. He applied the scissors full force—to strangle. Trapped on his back with his neck buried in Jeff’s crotch, Dan fought for air. Jeff’s muscular thighs were an incredibly sexy sight, but to Dan they had now become dangerous weapons. The agony clearly showed on his face. Jeff watched it with great satisfaction.

“So ya wanna wrestle, huh,” said Jeff with a grin. He flexed his powerful legs, cutting off Dan’s air completely. Dan tried desperately to pry them apart, but it wasn’t possible. Jeff laughed and eased up to let the guy breathe for a minute.

“Gonna give me the brief back?” he taunted.

“Hell no!” coughed Dan.

Jeff crushed the neck again. Dan slapped and punched the muscular thighs in vain.

“How about it?” said Jeff, letting his victim answer.

“No way!” gasped Dan.

Jeff re-applied the scissor-choke with an added forward jerk, thrusting his long, stiff rod into the night air. The move tormented Dan but gave Jeff a huge turn-on. Admiring his own outstretched cock, the dude repeated the action several times, looking as though he were fucking an invisible partner. Dan’s shouts of pain only made Jeff hornier. The muscleboy’s shaft began to tighten in pleasure. An orgasm was not far away.

The dude kept the scissor-fucks going. His handsome cock now twitched with each thrust. “Oh yeah,” he whispered to himself. The idea of having a guy trapped in a submission hold and shooting off at the same time really churned up his juices. The climax built steadily but with a slowness that tantalized Jeff right to the end. At the final thrust he stuck his cock out as far as he could and held it there, choking the life out of Dan. Long streams of pleasure shot into the distance while Jeff grunted loudly.

Although out of breath from the ordeal, Dan guessed what had taken place and saw a chance to escape. He flipped out of the scissors and retrieved his brief. Jeff rolled onto his stomach to rest, believing the guy would take the bikini and split. But Dan came over to the dude and sat down on him, facing his butt. It was payback time.

“Now we’ll see how you like it!” said Dan. He reached down into Jeff’s crotch and grabbed his big tool. He pulled it back and upright between the dude’s asscrack. The cock was so long that there was plenty of room for both his hands. Dan gripped it firmly.

“No, wait!” urged Jeff.

Dan ignored him and jerked the tool upward sharply. Jeff uttered a deep cry. Dan deliberately used the massive cock to crush the dude’s balls against his own crotch. Jeff tried to push up to throw the guy off, but Dan stopped that with a sudden jerk on the tool.

“I give! You win!” said Jeff.

“I know,” answered Dan. “But you’re gonna show me your juice anyway!” He could feel Jeff’s cock getting harder and harder every second. The dude couldn’t prevent it. Every time a guy touched his rod, whether it was through his Levi’s or a brief, or naked like this, he’d be on his way to an orgasm.

“No—I can’t take another orgasm!” he pleaded.

Dan wrenched the shaft back further. It was like applying a camel clutch, only a hell of a lot more sexy. He squeezed the shaft with both hands. Jeff uttered a sustained yell as pleasure and pain collided deep within his cock. Dan escalated the pleasure by slowly forcing the shaft against the dude’s ass crack and out again. Dan loved to back-pump like this, but he rarely got to do it to such a long cock. The move was really effective on long ones, and Jeff was living proof. The dude just about went crazy with pleasure. Dan brought on the climax with a succession of frenzied upward jerks. Jeff shouted as cum gushed from the red hot tool.

Dan didn’t end the assault after the dude pumped his juice. He continued working on the cock, and that threw the muscleboy into a nightmare of un­controllable pleasure. Jeff bucked and writhed, but couldn’t make the guy stop. Dan’s rapid jerks kept Jeff’s shaft super hard, and soon he had cum erupting again from the big pole. Jeff writhed as Dan drained every drop of cum, and energy, from the muscleboy’s body.

Dan eventually crawled off him and sat nearby, eyeing the beaten stud. Jeff’s perspiring muscles glistened in the flickering orange light of the fire. He rolled onto his back and lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily.

“Guess I deserved that,” he said at last. “Sorry I got carried away in the water. But I just can’t resist a good set of nuts, man.” He turned his head toward Dan and grinned. “You do have the sexiest nuts I’ve ever seen—and touched.”

Jeff raked the sand with his fingers. He felt something soft and picked it up. The object was the white bikini. He held it up, offering it to Dan. Dan looked at themuscleboy for several seconds, silent and motionless. Then he got to his feet and took hold of the brief. Standing next to the stud, Dan let the brief fall onto one of Jeff’s legs.

“It’s more fun bein’ naked,” smiled Dan. He planted a foot on each side of Jeff’s gorgeous body. The dude looked up at Dan’s low-hanging giants. He reached up and held them. “Yeah, a lot more fun,” he said.

II

“Hurts like hell, don’t it, jock! I love doin’ armpit claws—takes the fight out of a guy real quick! Tell you what: I’ll let go and get off your gut if you let me rassle your cock….

“Wrong answer, man! Maybe a claw in BOTH pits will change your mind! Yeah, suffer, tough guy! Are my fingers diggin’ into ‘em deep enough? Sensitive place, huh! Had enough? Whadya say?

“Smart move, dude! Thanks for the match. Glad we did it naked—that sure gets me turned on. God, look how hard my cock is. Wanna closer look? There—it loves your face, man! This is the life—bein’ naked, hard and down on my knees with a jock’s pretty face between my legs! Good boy, lick it! Ah! Where’d you learn to suck like that? It feels so fuckin’ good. You’ve been wanting to do this to me, haven’t ya. Well, you got your wish. Yeah, suck all of it! Get me! Yeah, harder! Oh, shit—I’m gonna cum! Rassle it, jock! Ahhh!

“Man, some big squirts, huh! It musta been seven or eight of ‘em! Think you can top that? We’re gonna find out. First I gotta get into a better position. Yeah, like this—right alongside ya, so you can watch everything I do. Handsome equipment, jock. Those balls of yours are really somethin.’ It was a blast squeezin’ ‘em during our match. Bet I grabbed ‘em fifty times! But your cock’s the prize, man—looks like a full nine inches, cut and thick! It’s gonna be great rasslin’ THIS baby! Wonderin’ what moves I’m gonna use? I’ll show ya on mine, since it’s almost as long as yours. See where I’m holdin’ my rod? Right down here where ya wear a cock ring. Ya squeeze with just the thumb and first finger, like this. I call it the ‘ring grip.’ Ya start easy and work into a super-squeeze. Amazing how much pressure you can apply with it. Think you’ll be able to handle it?

"Then, how about this one: ya surround the shaft halfway up with all ten fingers and work ‘em in as deep as ya can. See? One hand on each side. ‘Course, ya gotta do the ‘hang ten’ on a pretty thick cock, or it ain’t no fun. Yours is gonna be perfect. The ‘hang ten’ can be a real killer. But shit, doin’ it is such a rush! It separates the men from the boys. A lot of the ‘em can’t take it—like those eighteen-year-old hotshots who think they can withstand anything. They challenge me to a naked, anything goes match, then wind up submittin’ as soon as I get ‘em with this. Some like it, though, and hold out ‘til I make ‘em shoot.

“But the next move is even better—the ‘cock scissors, ‘ one of my favorites. Ya grip it between the second and third fingers, just below the head, like this. Then ya squeeze that baby. Yeah! I love it! Do ya like cock pulls? You can do some great pullin’ at the same time. Think I can stretch yours more than this? Yeah, take it! Maybe you’d like to feel my specialty, the ‘head claw.’ Five fingers, just the ends, steady grip. No ticklin’ or strokin.’ The idea is to work that head until it drives ya crazy.

“I bet you like that one, don’t ya! Nothin’ like a good squeeze on the head to get a guy’s attention! Your cock sure is nice ‘n’ hard, just right for the ‘ring grip.’ God, is your shaft ever wide down here—it’s a tree trunk! Let’s see if I can make it smaller! Go ahead and squirm! It won’t do ya no good. Tighter and tighter. Can ya handle a little more? Yeah, let’s hear that shout again! Givin’ up so soon?

“That hold really gets ya, don’t it. Try it on a buddy sometime, when you’re rasslin.’ The best way is doin’ it on a naked cock. Get your hand inside his brief and surprise the hell out of him! Looks like your meat’s ready for ‘hang ten.’

“Does it turn ya on? I bet it feels like I put ten clamps around your rod, don’t it! Ya dig in with each of ‘em and find out where the most sensitive spots are. Like here, and here! Then ya go after those spots, like this! You can really wear a guy out with it. He either submits or shoots like a madman! What’s it gonna be with you, stud? Want more persuadin’? How about THIS? Ya give?

“Yeah, thought you would. That’s nasty, ain’t it! But your cock liked it: look how stiff it is. Let’s see if it likes bein’ scissored. Never had a guy do this to ya before? You’re kiddin’! Hey, your rod’s startin’ to pound like hell! How about some big pulls? Yeah, nothin’ like a good stretch! Let’s do a longer one. Good boy! One more. Not gonna shoot? Then I’ll have to MAKE ya submit! This is what a full cock scissors feels like! Yeah, scream, jock! Scream it again!

“Maybe this’ll feel better—a claw right on the tip. Paralyzes ya, don’t it! You sure gotta whopper of a head on your rod, man. Sometime I’ll rassle it all night. I bet you’d go for that, right? Just think, I’d be squeezin’ it like this for hours. Feel good? Yeah, I thought so. I’m gonna get ya, ain’t I! Gives ya so much pleasure ya can’t stand it! Nice squirt. A thick one, good for teasin’ a cockhole. Hold on, cowboy, I’m not gonna juice ya quite yet. What’s the hurry? Feels wild, huh! I tickled a guy’s head like this for over an hour once. Had him goin’ outa his mind. How long can ya take it, jock? Five minutes? Half an hour? Let’s see…….

“Shit, you can hold on pretty good. But here’s somethin’ that’ll get ya for sure—my ‘sperm claw.’ Yeah, I’ve got ya now! There ain’t no escape from this one, boy! What an awesome hold! It really works down in your nuts, don’t it! Give up tryin’ to fight it. Nothin’ beats the ‘sperm claw.’ Ya, squirm, dude! Almost gotcha…almost…

“Yeah! Shoot it! Holy shit! What a stud! Never saw so much cum at one time—you sure beat me, man! I know four buddies that would love to meet, ya, jock. We go at each other like this all the time. Wanna be part of the group? Good deal! Anytime you wanna get naked with us, we’re ready. Hope you’re up for long sessions. That’s when sperm-rasslin’s the most fun. We’ll show ya all our best holds….”

III

Keith was similar to Barry in many ways. He was the same age and weight, had black hair, had a great physique, was extremely good looking. He loved to wear skin-tight Levi’s, was a motorcyclist, and attended the same college as Barry. The differences? Keith was a few inches taller, had a passion for wrestling, and was gay.

Their mutual interest in cycling and the outdoors had brought them together, or so thought Barry. In reality, Keith had a crush on Barry and was looking for a way to get even closer to the guy. Barry knew about Keith being gay and hesitated when Keith suggested they bike into the mountains and camp for the weekend.

“Come on,” urged Keith. “I’m not gonna rape ya!”

“I’d whip your ass if you tried!”

“Oh sure,” teased Keith. “I’d like to see that!”

“Maybe I will anyway, just to put some fun into the trip!”

It took three hours to reach the spot that became their campsite—a high, open area above a stream, carpeted with short grass and surrounded by a dense pine forest. The guys unpacked their gear and put up the tent. Keith could hardly keep himself from grabbing Barry’s butt while he watched the stud move around in his worn Levi skins. The jeans knifed into the crotch and in between his fantastic, curving buns. So, when Barry became a little more frisky—maybe to unwind after all the time spent on the cycle—Keith was eager to play along.

Barry caught him in a surprise headlock as he was bending forward to pick up some tanning oil. “Time to whip your ass!” laughed Barry. He clamped into the hold and spread his legs in a very wide stance. Keith put his left arm across the rear, upper edge of the guy’s 501’s and held on by hooking a finger around one of the belt loops. He made no move to get free.

Why should he? He had a close-up view of the sexiest dick bulge that a guy could hope for, a bulge that only a jockstrap and tight denim could produce. He wanted to put his right hand in Barry’s big crotch, but restrained himself. For now at least, holding onto Barry’s Levi’s and gazing at the bulge were special thrills in themselves.

“So whatcha gonna do, Hollywood Hulk?” kidded Barry.

Keith gave Barry’s left thigh a moderately hard punch, then a much stronger one. The guy’s triceps were like granite. He tried to squeeze into it. His hand made no impact. Impressed, Keith kept his hand on the denim-covered thigh, while Barry tightened the headlock. The stud dropped to his knees, taking Keith down with him.

“Give up?”

“Never!”

Barry spread his thighs as he squeezed into Keith’s neck. “What do you guys do, anyway?” asked Barry without warning.

“When I’m wrestlin’ with him, I’m doin’ just what we’re doin’ now.” Keith knew he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. “Of course, sometimes I do this…..”

He put his right hand on Barry’s bulge so that the top of it pressed against the dick and the fingers surrounded the whole basket. It wasn’t a squeeze, but Barry jumped a bit, nevertheless.

“Hey! Get your hand off my privates!” objected Barry. He wanted to stop Keith, but he’d have to release the headlock to do it. He decided to maintain the hold, thinking Keith would soon move his hand somewhere else.

But he didn’t. “Is this a problem for you?” asked Keith.

“Well, guess not,” replied Barry tentatively. “As long as you don’t punch it!

“I wouldn’t do that do a buddy.” He fingered Keith’s balls. They were solid ones, made to be handled. “You’re wearin’ a jockstrap, aren’t ya. I can feel it. A large one. Gotta have that with giants like these!” He fondled each ball separately. “Which one do you like the best?”

That brought a chuckle from Barry. Keith moved his hand to the Levi-en­cased cockhead and got it between his fingers. “Ever had a headlock put on this?” He squeezed the tip. Barry yelled, but his cock started to firm up almost immediately. Keith’s own cock was excited too: he felt the fully erect tool pound against his Levi’s.

“Ever notice how many guys get hard when they wrestle?” he said to Barry. “Especially during submission holds.” He moved his hand down, rubbing Barry’s gigantic rod. He’d never felt one this big before. “Shit, it must be a foot long!”

“Almost,” replied Barry.

Keith gave the massive tool a couple of love hugs.

Barry grunted. His cock felt good, yet having another guy’s hand around it still made him uneasy. “Let go, man.” He put an extreme squeeze on Keith’s neck.

Keith released the cock, but not due to the headlock. He began unfastening the middle buttons of Barry’s 501’s.

“Whatcha doin’!” protested Barry.

Keith put his fingers inside the fly and gripped the stiff cock. “How about this hold?”

Although Barry swore and threatened, Keith was not about to let go this time. He loved squeezing a cock through a guy’s jockstrap. Feeling the hot, stretched-out pouch and the long, hard shape underneath, always made his own tool throb anxiously. Maybe part of the thrill concerned the nature of a jockstrap, which not only emphasizes a guy’s rod and balls, but shields them as well. Using the “shield” to work on a rod, or just grabbing it, was for Keith a daring and erotic move, a kind of submission. It told a guy, “Your jock is no protection from me; in fact, I like touching it, violating it. And when I’m ready, I’m gonna pull it off ya and get my hands on your naked meat!”

Keith felt the same about tight Levi’s. They draw attention to what’s underneath. They’re a barrier that tempts. Having a hand inside a guy’s Levi’s made Keith feel like he’d already scored a great victory. He had broken down another line of defense.

Barry stubbornly continued the headlock, even though it obviously had no deterring effect on his buddy. Keith went farther. He unhooked his left finger from Barry’s belt loop and slid the hand down onto the guy’s round, Levi-covered ass. He paused to get acquainted with the beautiful butt, then moved the hand lower. Barry guessed its destination, but it was to late to do anything now. Keith closed his fingers around his buddy’s balls.

Barry let out a shout of defeat: Keith now had him with both hands. The wrestler kept a firm hold on Barry’s cock while his other hand checked out the balls. The 501’s gripped them so tightly that it seemed as if the guy were naked. Keith’s heart beat wildly as he gently massaged and squeezed the hefty nuts.

“Awesome,” whispered Keith. He couldn’t resist a little nut tickling, something that he thought was highly erotic. Intoxicating sensations darted around, and throughout, his balls. They began to harden. Suddenly Keith switched gears. He-gave the nuts a man-sized squeeze.

“Ah!” gasped Barry, overwhelmed by a mixture of fear and pleasure. Keith did it again, only this time he squeezed the balls and cock together. Barry had never experienced anything like this from another male and he didn’t know what to do.

Keith re-applied the double squeeze. “Gotcha now, tough guy!”

Barry felt an intense pleasure well up in his cock. “Fuck you!” he shouted, aware that his gay buddy had him close to an orgasm. Unless he got Keith’s hand out of his Levi’s, in a few seconds they’d be wet with cum. Barry twisted Keith’s head and neck like he was steer-wrestling. Keith yielded, letting go of the guy’s equipment and landing on his stomach.

Barry seized Keith’s arms and hammerlocked them against his back. He sat down on his buddy’s ass. “Your a nasty devil,” remarked Barry.

“I bet it felt real good, didn’t it.”

“That’s stuff for queers. Go do it to one of your own kind.”

“I just did,” Keith shot back.

“I’m no queer. Don’t call me that.”

“Hell, look at your cock—it’s tellin’ you you’re gay!”

“Fuck that crap!” Barry cranked up the hammerlock.

The added pain didn’t slow down Keith a bit. “You’re gay and I’m gonna prove it.”

That worried Barry. He knew Keith could out-wrestle him. The guy could take control and then do whatever he wanted. Barry kept the hammerlock tightly in place and hoped it would wear Keith out. It didn’t. Keith mustered his strength and turned over, toppling Barry onto his back before the stud knew what hit him. He grasped Barry’s left sneaker and lifted it while he kept the right foot pressed to the ground. It was time to put Barry’s hamstrings to the test. He wishboned the guy gradually so he could tolerate what eventually became a very wide split. Barry sat up several times and clutched his inner thighs in agony.

“Stop! You’re gonna tear ‘em up!”

Keith didn’t listen. He was too busy watching the denim dig into Barry’s balls.

“Had enough?” asked Keith.

“Yeah! Yeah!”

“If you submit, you gotta take off your Levi’s,” taunted Keith.

Racked with pain, Barry was ready to make any deal that would get him out of the crotch-ripper. “O.K! I give! Let go!”

Keith pulled off Barry’s sneakers as the stud peeled out of his Levi’s. He looked down at the jockstrapped hunk lying on the grass. His incredible tool was still hard. So were his balls.

“Grab your nuts!” ordered Keith.

“What?”

“You heard me—squeeze ‘em!”

Barry pressed his fingers into the tight pouch.

“Harder!” demanded Keith. He got a kick out of seeing Barry give his own balls the business. “Yeah, like that. Do they hurt?”

“Yes, you bastard!”

Keith smiled, eyeing the hard pole. Even though it was angled sideways, about half of the long rod extended above the waistband. The head was thick, cut and ready for anything. “Handsome cock, man.”

“Just keep your hands off!”

“How come? Afraid I might do somethin’ you like?” Keith’s hand moved toward the guy’s rod. Barry quickly rolled over and grabbed his cock so Keith couldn’t get at it.

“Don’t hold it too tight or ya might juice yourself!” laughed Keith. He sat on Barry’s back, facing the guy’s beautiful buns. “Shit, you’ve got a perfect ass, Barry.” He rubbed it, massaged it, squeezed it. He began to tease the butthole with his middle finger. Barry squirmed. Keith slowly pushed it inside.

“Ah!” yelled Barry, feeling the wrestler’s finger go in all the way.

“Gonna let go of yourself so we can wrestle again?” asked Keith, wiggling the finger.

“Yeah, all right,” agreed Barry.

The guys took off their tees and sat up on their knees, facing each other.

“O.K., here’s your chance to whip my ass!” challenged Keith. He opened his arms, beckoning Barry to attack. The guy did, and instantly found his narrow waist surrounded and squeezed by Keith’s powerful arms. The imprisoned stud yelled out, dumbfounded at the impact of the bear hug. It was Keith’s favorite move, so he was in no hurry to disengage. He felt Barry’s jockstrapped tool against his gut. He shook the guy back and forth, grinding the long pole into him.

“I give!” shouted Barry.

“Not yet—you’re gonna whip my ass, remember?” Keith re-applied the hold with greater force. Barry groaned, feeling not only the awesome crush of the wrestler’s arms, but now a growing pleasure in his cock. Barry let his arms go around the hunk. His open hand began to slide across Keith’s back in slow circles. Keith knew he had the guy. He squeezed again. Barry grunted as his tool pounded against Keith’s gut.

“Go for it,” Keith whispered in his ear.

The guy’s balls swelled and stiffened. His cockhead pressed into the wrestler’s belly. Keith bear hugged his buddy with all the strength he had. A look of intense pleasure transformed Barry’s face. He threw his head backward. His cock strained for release. It felt to him as though his body and Keith’s had become one. Barry dug his fingers into Keith ecstatically as the wrestler’s crushing grip brought him to a submission he would never forget. His hot cum suddenly surged upward.

Both guys yelled in triumph as sizzling cream exploded from the huge shaft. Their gutsy shouts continued, loudly echoing through the tall pines nearby. Barry thrust his half-naked cock up and down against Keith’s ripped body while he pumped. He kept shooting until he was out of breath. At last Keith let go and watched the stud collapse on the grass.

“Hey, you really cut it loose, man!” said Keith. He bent down over Barry, slipped a hand inside the jockstrap and closed his fingers around the lower half of the tool. It was a fantastic moment for Keith—the first time he directly held his buddy’s massive cock.

“You fucker,” said Barry, not having the energy to pull the guy’s hand off his rod.

“You’ve got a great rasslin’ cock, Barry-boy,” he mused. “Big enough for all the moves.” He put a forward pull on the tool, causing the guy’s balls to bulge up in the pouch.

“Ah!” grunted Barry, as pleasure assaulted his shaft again.

“Like this one?” asked Keith. He added a squeeze to the pull. Barry’s body jerked in pleasure. “Whadya say, man—one more time?” asked Keith.

“No! No!” cried Barry.

“Come on, you loved it!”

Keith started to rapidly jack off his buddy, throwing the guy into unbearable pleasure. Barry frantically grabbed Keith’s jack-off arm, tore it from his cock and leaped up for revenge. He quickly slapped an arm around Keith’s neck in a deliberate choke. Keith knew it was for real, but couldn’t shake the guy off. Barry adjusted the hold into a sleeper variation and gradually pulled the wrestler down onto his side with it. He kept it on until he was sure Keith had lost consciousness.

Then he sat up on his knees behind the motionless hunk and planted his hands on him in victory—one on his side and the other on the Levi-clad, upper thigh. Touching the tight Levi’s gave Barry a good feeling. He slowly moved his hand along the thigh, noting the bulging muscles underneath. He felt Keith’s round, Levi ass. His cock twitched. He’d never had his hand on a guy’s butt this long, yet he couldn’t bring himself to remove it. He pressed his fingers into the ass-grabbing denim.

“Feels great!” chuckled Keith, obviously unaffected by the sleeper.

Embarrassed at having his hand on his buddy’s ass, and angry over his failed sleeper hold, Barry retaliated in a way that he thought was appropriate punishment for a queer: he drove his hand between Keith’s legs and applied a brutal ball squeeze.

Keith yelled, but he was conditioned for this kind of attack. His yell actually meant, “Yeah, get those nuts!” Unaware, Barry continued the squeeze. Keith’s balls were easy to work on—they were large, hard and made prominent by the soft, tight Levi’s. With his hand buried in Keith’s crotch, Barry stared hypnotically at the wrestler’s perfectly shaped buns. He clamped into the balls harder, even lifting the hunk off the grass with them. He held him there, watching Keith “suffer.” The big nuts seemed to want it. When Barry let him down, he sat on Keith’s thighs and stared again at the gorgeous Levi buns. He put a hand on each of them. Keith loved it. But when Barry started slapping and punching them, Keith wanted out.

“Stop it!” shouted Keith.

“No way—I’m whippin’ your ass!” said Barry, continuing the butt slaps.

“O.K., fucker, now I’m gonna whip yours!” Keith sprang up, throwing Barry off like an annoying insect. The guys briefly faced each other, Keith in his super-sexy Levi’s and Barry in the white jockstrap that couldn’t contain all of his huge, erect cock. Keith attacked first, swooping down and grabbing Barry’s right foot. He whipped it upward, immediately flipping the guy to the ground on his back. Keith seized his ankles, positioned himself over the beautiful butt and went into a Boston crab squat. He applied the hold gradually, taking a long time to lower himself onto Barry’s buns. Barry groaned but didn’t attempt to escape—it was futile.

“Ever been in a crab before?” asked Keith.

“No,” gasped Barry.

“It’s a sexy sucker, ain’t it! You’re flowin’ with it good.” Keith pulled Barry’s legs farther apart. “Yeah, let’s show off that sexy crotch of yours!” The waistband of Barry’s jockstrap had worked its way to the bottom of the guy’s shaft, allowing most of the long rod to hang free as Keith crabbed him. The wrestler varied the pressure by occasionally pulling back, then easing up on the legs. At times when Keith reduced the pressure, Barry’s cockhead dipped into the wild grass below. The cockhead twitched as it brushed up and down against the stiff, green blades. The crab finally took its toll on Barry’s back. Keith released the legs and stood over his fatigued buddy. He stripped off the jockstrap.

“You asshole!” yelled Barry.

Keith got down on his knees beside the handsome, naked body. “Whatcha gonna do about it? Come and get me!”

Barry pushed himself to his knees and moved toward Keith, but exhaustion prevented him from mounting a full-fledged attack. The guys clutched each other around the waist. Although it looked as if they were trapped in a double bear hug, the move was really an embrace. Keith began to caress his buddy’s buns. Barry did the same. Keith brought his hands up to the sides of Barry’s face, held it steady and kissed the stud lovingly. The kiss paralyzed Barry—first from the power of it, then from the overwhelming joy it produced.

The guy began to get into the kiss, soon wrestling Keith’s mouth with a passion that equaled his friend’s. As he did, his hands found the buttons on Keith’s 501’s. He opened the Levi’s and pulled them down, exposing all of Keith’s ass and a well-packed, bulging jockstrap. Barry slid four fingers of each hand inside the pouch, behind Keith’s shaft, and interlocked them. He pressed his thumbs into the jock and rod from the out-side. The hold made Keith growl in pleasure as he wrestled the stud’s tongue. His rod pounded harder and faster. Barry could feel it pulse in his hands. He squeezed like hell. Pleasure gripped Keith to the core. He devoured Barry’s mouth as his shaft submitted to the powerful love-hug.

The first five shots of cum blasted through the jockstrap like it wasn’t there. The following bursts loaded the wrestler’s jockstrap with man cream until it overflowed. Barry was amazed that a guy could shoot that much juice. He squeezed the soaked pouch and rod, forcing Keith backward and eventually to the ground. Barry grasped the jock and pulled it off, leaving Keith sprawled on the grass, still grunting in pleasure. He sat down alongside the wrestler.

“Shit! What a grip you’ve got; a sexy one,” complimented Keith.

“Now we’re even,” Barry responded.

“I don’t think so.” Keith jumped on Barry without warning. The two naked guys rolled over and over in the warm sun. Keith started to tickle his buddy, disarming him with laughter.

“Hey, quit that, you bastard!” giggled Barry.

Keith soon had him defenseless, easy prey for another of his favorite holds. The wrestler coiled his muscular legs around Barry’s waist and clamped into it. The stud shouted as the muscular thighs showed him who was boss. Keith positioned Barry on his back, where he had close access to the guy’s immense rod. He studied the granite pole carefully as he scissored his victim. It stretched over his belly, extending just beyond Barry’s navel. Keith couldn’t get over the size of it. Barry’s oval balls also captivated him. He teased them with his fingertips. Barry struggled to free himself, but it didn’t happen. Keith cupped the guy’s nuts in his hand and began to give them a workout.

Manhandling the balls made Barry’s cock reach up high. It was time to go after the big prize. Keith maneuvered so he could wrap both hands around the shaft and still maintain the scissors. “Now, for some realrasslin’!” The rod was long enough to handle all the moves he’d ever thought of using on a shaft, so he didn’t hold back. He put one hold after another on Barry’s cock, going slowly so he could savor each—and his buddy’s reactions. Barry began to accept what Keith was doing, even enjoy the more aggressive moves—like the simultaneous squeezing of his cockhead and lower shaft, and the down-pulling.

After a while, though, Barry needed a rest. Keith kept his buddy locked in the scissors while he grabbed the nearby bottle of tanning oil. He poured the oil over the full length of the big rod, then over his hands. Keith was an expert in cock massage, as Barry soon found out. The wrestler smoothed his fingers slowly up and down the cock with a slow, firm movement, paying special attention to the areas along it that made Barry groan most loudly in satisfaction.

The groans turned into ecstatic outbursts. Keith settled into an extremely slow hand crawl, gliding along the slippery rod and sometimes stopping for a minute or so to apply a good squeeze. Barry’s pleasure built to a level he had never experienced.

“Oh shit!” gasped Barry. “Get me! Do it!” he pleaded.

“Let’s make it last a while, stud!” replied Keith. He continued the grip, squeezing only enough to keep the guy at the peak of excitement, but not allowing him to climax. Barry writhed in delirious pleasure. Keith let his buddy suffer in ecstasy a little longer, then crushed into his gut with the scissors. This time he did it with true submission force. The strength of Keith’s legs shocked Barry. Strangely, he felt no pain. In its place was a new and commanding sensation—a strong erotic kinship with Keith. He rubbed the wrestler’s thighs, hoping they would crush him forever. With his buddy’s hands and legs around him, Barry knew that this was the ultimate embrace. His hidden cravings had been unleashed at last. At that moment he gave his body to Keith—all of it. “Yeah!” he shouted, grasping his buddy’s thighs.

(end)

© Ty Jordan