Unexpected Orgasms

AT THE MOVIE

For our first date, Ted and I decided to go to a movie—one we didn’t know much about, but its early showing time fit into our schedules well. We sat in the back row; Ted took the seat on my left. Few people attended, and those that did sat far ahead of us.

After only a few minutes into the film, I felt a faint sensation against my left thigh. I hardly noticed it at first, but the sensation gradually grew stronger. Eventually I saw that Ted’s finger was rubbing the side of my 501-encased thigh with a finger. It sort of felt like tickling, but not exactly—not enough to make me squirm, but enough contact to make my dick start to harden. When I made no move to stop him, Ted continued. Soon he put the hand on the top of my thigh and spread his fingers wide. The hand felt really good there. I reciprocated and put my left hand on his.

We sat like that for a while, then I began to feel a light pressure on my nuts. Ted had stretched a finger into my crotch and was occasionally pushing it into my ‘nad sack. I couldn’t resist opening my legs further for him. Soon he was using several fingers to probe my balls in different places. That felt so great that my tool quickly reached full hardness.

Ted’s fingers then moved upward, nudging the base of my cock, surveying its size and thickness. I spread my legs wider, loving both the pleasure of his probing and the excitement of a guy messing with my cock unseen in a public place. At that point I lost track of the movie plot.

The fingers slowly moved higher, carefully checking every part of my tool through the jeans.

Ted finally closed his fingers around the cock and held it like that for several minutes, maybe giving me a chance to calm down—or to build up my anticipation for something to follow. I did get more, but Ted made me wait for it. At last I felt his fingers move again, this time lightly caressing and squeezing my tool at irregular intervals. It didn’t take long for the guy to make my cock release some warm sex juice into my brief.

Concerned that I might shoot off, I pulled Ted’s hand away from my rod, but let it lay on my thigh near the crotch. The guy probably knew I was close to cumming. Before long his fingers returned to my cock and surrounded its upper half. Then I felt him open the top button of my Levis. He proceeded to slowly open each button, greatly turning me on in the process. After unbuttoning the jeans, his fingers pulled the denim fly apart, exposing my bulged out white brief in the semi-darkness. Ted immediately fingered the top of my cock, finding the tight, moistened fabric around the head—confirming what he no doubt suspected. He started to lightly rub it, causing me to breathe faster and even to let out a quiet gasp of pleasure. More pre-cum escaped onto and through the fabric, right onto Ted’s caressing fingers.

Now lost in the erotic pleasure of the moment, I tipped by head back and rested it against the seat, letting Ted’s fingers have their way with my cock. Eventually another load of pre-cum, bigger than before, spurted into my brief, making it more wet than moist. Sometime after that occurred, Ted went further and slipped his hand inside my brief. When the fingers took hold of my cock, it felt incredible. The pleasure increased dramatically without him doing hardly anything.

But he did. He slowly tightened his grip, pushing me into new levels of pleasure. For the first time I seriously feared that I might shoot off in the theater. I grasped Ted’s arm and tried to pull it out of my brief. The guy squeezed harder, determined to keep his hand where it was. The pulsing in my cock grew more powerful. I could feel it spreading down to my balls. I was way too close to cumming.

I clutched the guy’s arm as pleasure overwhelmed my rod. Although Ted remained in his seat, it felt like he’d jumped on top of me like a wrestler and had my cock in some kind of brutal hold, determined to make me submit to him. I opened my mouth, unable to stand the pleasure any longer. Ted smiled. “Give it,” he whispered in my ear.

“You fucker!” I gasped.

Ted grinned, knowing he had me.

I wanted to yell when my pump started, but being in the theater I had to restrain myself. That seemed to make every shot more intense. Ecstasy took hold of me in a way I’d never experienced before. Load after load of piercing pleasure erupted from my grateful cock, and I didn’t care where it went—theater or no theater!

Ted somehow made the orgasm last a hell of a long time. I kept squeezing his arm as he squeezed my exploding cock. I think I set a new record for the number of loads I shot. As the guy emptied my balls, he also drained me of energy. I sank lower and lower in my seat as he took total control of my body, depleting my strength with every shot. Rather than fighting it, I craved the feeling. I wanted him to take everything I had.

His hand felt awesome inside my brief. I continued to hold his arm, hoping it would stay there forever, wrapped around my cock. Ted must have wanted the same thing, because he maintained his grip, even through the lingering after-shocks of spurting cum.

We didn’t move for many minutes.

“I caught a lot of it in my hand,” said Ted quietly.

By the end of the movie, my juice had dried. Ted finally slipped his hand out of my brief. He gave my rod some sexy, final feels, then buttoned by 501s. When we left the theater Ted put his arm around my shoulder and told me he wanted to get together soon for another movie.

“Let’s make it a double-feature,” I replied.

WRESTLING ON THE BED

Almost every time they hung out together, Jimmy and Chad got to horsing around, just for fun. Most of the time their friendly jostling led to several minutes of more serious grappling—while hiking or swimming at their favorite woodland lake. The two youths, evenly matched in height and weight, did not share the same muscular development: Jimmy had very strong arms, while Chad, an avid runner, possessed legs of incredible power.

Their wrestling encounters, always private, rarely led to a definite winner. They didn’t intend to pin the other but to get a submission. Since both guys could tolerate pain, the goal amounted to seeing how much of it each guy could take on various body parts. They usually wrestled shirtless, in jeans or shorts. But on one memorable summer afternoon they stripped down to underwear: a white brief for Jimmy and a jockstrap for Chad.

The match started when Jimmy landed a punch deep into Chad’s unguarded gut.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” said Chad, doubling over.

Before he could retaliate, Jimmy grabbed his buddy in a reverse bear hug, delaying Chad’s ability to fully recover his breath. Jimmy loved the hold and used on it Chad frequently. He jerked his muscular arms into a tighter squeeze, causing his buddy to gasp. He did it again and again, each time with more strength. Chad knew better than to try to break the hold; he had to outlast it, or at least try.

Jimmy spread his legs wide and lifted Chad off the floor. He suddenly drove his coupled fists further into the dude’s gut. Chad groaned in agony. Jimmy applied the hold a lot longer than he usually did; he realized that he liked hearing his buddy’s cries of pain.

“O.K! O.K!” gasped Chad. “No more!”

But Jimmy continued the crushing hold.

“Shit!” yelled Chad, hopelessly enduring the extended punishment.

Jimmy didn’t give him any breaks. Chad’s groans became quieter as the iron-like arms gradually weakened him.

“Stop, man—or you’re gonna put me out!” Chad whispered.

“Get ready for it!” replied Jimmy. “I wanna see you asleep!”

The guys had used choke holds on each other before, but had never quite gone for a total black-out. But this time Chad believed Jimmy would do it.

“No—please!” gasped Chad, his head already dizzy and the room getting darker.

When Jimmy finally threw Chad’s limp body onto the bed, the dude was nearly unconscious. Jimmy rolled Chad onto his back and sat beside him, admiring his buddy’s strong abs. Before Chad regained his wits, Jimmy even touched them—an action that seemed mandatory to him, but he didn’t know why. He also could not help noticing the long, impressive bulge in the jockstrap. Could his dick have hardened during the bear hug? If so, why?

A slap on the cheek and a groan from Chad announced his buddy’s return to wakefulness.

“Fuck you, man,” said Chad, shaking the dreaminess out of his head.

“I always wanted to see if I could get you that way,” grinned Jimmy.

“You pretty much did, fucker.”

“It also got you hard, man,” pointed out Jimmy with a smile.

Chad looked at his bulged out jock. “Damn you!” he shouted and flew at Jimmy, enraged.

The sudden anger shocked Jimmy, and distracted him. Chad easily caught him in a brutal head lock, really a choke—a serious one.

“God it’s big!” remarked Jimmy, as Chad held his face close to the cock-bulged jockstrap.

That infuriated Chad even more. His arm squeezed harder into Jimmy’s neck, dramatically cutting off the guy’s air. Jimmy had little time, so he nailed Chad with another big gut punch. That brought an end to the head lock. He sent Chad onto his back with a follow-up punch. Jimmy grabbed the dude’s legs for a split—a move that Chad never could handle very well. But he didn’t get a chance to complete it. Chad escaped and locked his legs onto Jimmy’s sides, launching a scissors from hell.

Jimmy cried out in pain; Chad’s thighs were deadly. Chad pulled Jimmy down on his knees and suddenly increased the scissor’s pressure. Loud screams immediately burst from his victim’s mouth.

“Suffer, you bastard!” said Chad. He liked having his buddy facing him so he could enjoy watching his face contort in pain.

Jimmy continued to shriek in agony as the iron legs throttled him unmercifully. To make it worse, every few seconds Chad would renew the scissors. In desperate pain, Jimmy tried to pry the legs apart, but couldn’t do it. At last, his head fell forward onto Chad’s lower gut. As he prepared to shout his submission, Jimmy saw that Chad’s cock had grown—longer and harder than before. He had a crazy thought—but one that might help him escape from Chad’s scissors.

He opened his mouth and captured the top of his buddy’s jock-covered cock.

“Ah!” yelled Chad, instantly stung by a sharp pressure on his rod.

Jimmy felt the scissors relax somewhat. He pulled the jock’s elastic down with his teeth, exposing just the cock’s head.

“What are you doin’?” gasped Chad.

Jimmy took the head in his mouth and started to rub it with his tongue. Chad’s strength suddenly diminished as pleasure took the place of pressure. Jimmy felt the head stiffen.

“No!” yelled Chad repeatedly. He tried to fight the pleasure, but that was already impossible. He hadn’t shot off in more than a week and his cock now demanded it. “I’m gonna cum!” he warned Jimmy.

But the tongue kept rubbing, and in a few seconds hot cum started to squirt into his mouth—big, long loads. Chad gripped Jimmy head, amazed that his buddy was swallowing the cum as he fired it. Jimmy took it all without flinching. In fact, he didn’t release the cock after the orgasm ended.

“I’m….sorry, man…” said Chad quietly. “….I didn’t think I was gonna cum.”

Jimmy didn’t speak. He kept suckling his buddy’s rod, keeping it stiff for a long time, and occasionally forcing it to give him additional spurts. Chad groaned throughout. He finally said, “But I’m not gay, man.”

Jimmy let go of the cock head temporarily. “News flash: your dick doesn’t care if you are or not. It just wants to shoot! You have a problem with that?”

Chad smiled and pushed his cock back into Jimmy’s mouth.

WHILE CAPTURED

I had planned to get home early, but when I left the building, the setting sun told me how late it had become. I walked briskly and decided to take a shortcut through an alley. Soon I heard footsteps and low, male voices behind me. They came closer. I didn’t bother to turn around, but if I had, maybe I could have prevented what happened. Suddenly they jumped me. I didn’t really have a chance against them. They slipped a hood over my head and dragged me through a hall and into what seemed like a small room. I kicked and swung my fists, but without seeing the guys, none of my swings and kicks connected. At the same time, I felt my shoes pulled off, my jeans ripped open and pulled off, along with my brief. Then came my shirt. Except for the hood, they had me naked in a matter of seconds. The guys forced my back to a pad on the floor. They secured my arms, then spread my legs wide and tied them down.

“Nice dick, man,” said a youngish voice.

A few seconds later, a hand felt it, then other hands. Apparently everyone took a turn. Unfortunately, all that touching made it start to harden.

The guy who first spoke took charge of my quickly growing rod with authority. “Shot off lately?” he asked.

“Yes, you bastard!” I yelled. But my response was a lie. I hadn’t experienced an orgasm for far too long, which compounded my embarrassing dilemma.

“Your cock’s tellin’ me a different story, dude!” he said, pleasuring the stiff rod in a leisurely but confident hand motion, stopping occasionally to poke or examine its upper half. He quickly took my shaft to a new level of hardness, and of pleasure. The feeling both excited and frightened me at the same time.

“Think you can make him shoot, Jack?” said a voice.

“Let’s find out,” answered Jack, sitting down between my outstretched legs. “Get the stick.”

I got very nervous. What was “the stick,” and what would Jack do with it?

“Hold it up,” instructed Jack to one of the guys.

Someone pulled my shaft to a vertical position. Then I felt something against it, about halfway up. At first the feeling seemed warm, but it soon changed to a burning inside my rod.

I yelled and struggled to free my arms. The burning became stronger, followed by pain. I started to hyperventilate.

Someone stroked my gut and chest affectionately.

“Calm down,” said Jack. “It’ll hurt less.”

I tried to regain control of myself.

“Yeah, let it work, man,” said a voice.

I began to feel my cock swelling. Over the next few minutes the pain seemed to lessen, but I could still feel the object pressed against my cock.

“Awesome!” whispered one of the guys.

My shaft started to tingle in pleasure as if building to a climax. I wondered how that could possibly happen under these circumstances. Suddenly I felt my cum-pump trying to kick in.

“No!” I yelled, now realizing what these guys were up to.

“Stick it to him, Jack!” said a voice.

All my muscles tightened. Pleasure gripped my shaft. I groaned, I shouted, I writhed. My cock went out of control. When the sex pump started, my whole body jerked. The guys reacted to my cum shots with loud shouts of approval….

I must have fired big loads, because afterward the guys took turns running their fingers through the puddles of cum on my abs and chest. As I lay recovering from the orgasm, someone took hold of my balls. Fear stiffened me.

“I love these, man,” said a Japanese-sounding voice. “Never seen such big ones.” He inspected both balls with probing squeezes that made me gasp. “Very hard too.”

“You can play after we’re done with him, Takeo,” replied Jack.

The guy released my ball sack, but in a short time another guy’s hand started to explore my cock. It felt good. I could also feel my nuts bulging with another batch of cum—something that had never happened before. But then the guy lubed his hand with my spent juice and began stroking with more resolve. That ignited a rush of excessive pleasure I could hardly handle. But when his hand hit a certain spot, it triggered an intolerable pleasure and I screamed for him to stop.

“Yeah, right there,” said Jack, apparently confirming the attack location for his buddy.

My screams got louder as the guy rubbed and pressed into the spot like a wrestler applying a torturous submission move. I just couldn’t take it. I lifted my ass as high as I could in order to to force the orgasm and end my agony. My up-thrust cock submitted a few seconds later. But this time the orgasm brought bursts of pain along with the pleasure, striking me like massive thunderbolts. Each load tortured my naked body more than the one before it—assaulting me, depleting me, and finally incapacitating me. I shrieked like a madman and quickly forgot where I was, who I was with….

“Damn!” exclaimed one of the guys. “Look at that sucker twitch!”

“Yeah, it’s still oozing!”

I felt hands on my gut and chest, inspecting the cum that had poured onto my heaving chest. In an odd way, although I lay utterly defeated in front of them, I felt as though I had won a victory that they were celebrating with me. Someone removed the hood and I got to look at the guys for the first time. They were all smiling, and naked. Each guy displayed an excited upright cock.

“Shit! Shit!” I gasped. “Let me go, you fuckers!”

“Not until we find out more about you,” said Jack. He pulled my wallet out of my jeans and found the driver’s license.

“You bastard!” I yelled.

Jack held the license so everybody could read my name and address. “Hey, a good photo of your handsome face, Matt.”

As I again struggled hopelessly to get free, Jack took the license card and rubbed the photo side against his vertical shaft as he sat nearby up on his knees.

“Ah, you make me feel so sexy!” he said, spreading his thighs further apart.

The guys laughed. Jack kept stroking himself slowly with the license, his eyes closed. One of his buddies crawled next to him, grabbed the license out of his hand and took over stroking Jack with the card. Jack opened his eyes and smiled. He put on arm around the guy’s shoulder, then morphed it into a side head-lock to keep his buddy in place.

“Get him with it, Cole!” said a voice.

Cole obviously intended to do that, using the plastic card in any way he could think of to excite Jack’s cock more and more. Jack loved it and tightened the head-lock. Then the dude used the license to slap Jack’s balls several times. Jack grinned, appearing as though he liked it. The others urged more of the same, but instead, Cole moved the card under the sack brought its edge up between Jack’s balls. That got everyone turned-on, especially the Japanese guy. Takeo moved closer.

I watched Cole push the card’s edge slowly upward, stretching the sack skin firmly around each testicle. Jack didn’t flinch. Soon Cole had the edge deeply wedged in the sack, no doubt stopped against the bottom of the guy’s shaft. Cole drove it even higher, causing Jack to moan in pain—or was it pleasure? I saw Cole suddenly jerk the card upward once, twice, three times. Jack’s cock twitched like crazy. Satisfied, Cole brought the license up above the cock-head and put its face onto the stiff hole. He pressed it down and moved the card in circles around the head. Jack’s cock couldn’t resist the pleasure. The guy cried out as his cum fired onto the license. Cole held the card in place, forcing the cum to shoot down the shaft and into Jack’s crotch.

Jack eventually collapsed beside me.

Cole held up the dripping license and everybody laughed. “I guess your card’s initiated too,” he said with a grin. “Tomorrow night the real fun starts!”

“Fuck you!” I retorted. “Tomorrow there’s no way I’ll be around you perverts!”

“You’re wrong, buddy. You’ll be right here at eight PM.,” said Cole.

“You’re fuckin’ insane,” I said.

“Maybe this will change your mind.” He held up my wedding ring.

I hadn’t noticed, but when they stripped me, someone must have slipped off the ring as well. I was so upset that I could only curse and spit.

“I’ll give it back when you show up tomorrow.”

A million thoughts flew into my brain. How will I explain the missing ring? How can I get away tomorrow night? What if the guys don’t show up? Even worse, what if they keep me here all night?

Jack gave me some friendly nudges and got up. He tickled my cock. “Still hard. Excellent. It likes us!”

Jack and the others got dressed and prepared to leave. Some hated to do it: a couple of them sucked each other for a few minutes right in front of me before putting on their clothes.

“Untie me, you bastards!” I demanded.

“We’ll leave that up to Takeo; he wants to stay for a while,” said Cole.

The door closed, leaving me alone with the Japanese guy.

“Let me go, I gotta get outa here!” I said to him.

“No hurry, man,” said Takeo.

He sat down between my thighs and remained motionless for a long time, just staring down at my crotch.

“You stay hard, even when you’re pissed!” he said. “Cock, balls, everything.”

The compliment sort of caught me by surprise. It somewhat diffused my anger and frustration. “Come on, release me,” I urged.

“Yes, soon.” He took hold of my shaft and caressed it. “Beautiful…sexy,” he said quietly. “I wish mine could stay this hard!” He paused and smiled. “What do you eat?”

I had to admit that the question made me smile too, briefly. He freed my cock and now focused his stare on my testicles.

“Maybe lots of meat balls, to get these so big,” he added with another smile.

This wasn’t the first time a guy noticed the size of my nuts. In locker rooms I often get stares, but never any comments. Takeo felt the testicles, one at a time, in a strange, flattering way.

“Yes,” he whispered. “They stand up very high. And far apart; the thick shaft won’t let them touch!”

Then he held one in each hand and sat there like a statue. It seemed like he was meditating… or feeling the energy inside them. It was odd, but also OK—until he began to squeeze into them slightly. It didn’t hurt, but I got scared.

“Don’t, please,” I begged.

“Just a little, to play.”

He began to use harder squeezes sometimes, causing pain. At first I flinched, then panicked.

“Breathe slowly. Do it,” advised Takeo.

I tried, but it took several minutes to slow my breathing. During that time, the squeezing became more continuous. And more serious. Takeo’s upright shaft throbbed with excitement. Or had I felt its heat or its pulsing?

“Good,” said Takeo, adding more pressure.

I didn’t know what “good” meant, or how long it would take for this stranger to wreck what was left of me. But I couldn’t move and wouldn’t dare to if I could move.

“Do you watch wrestling on TV?” asked Takeo.

“Sometimes,” I gasped.

“Watch Japanese private wrestling?”

“No.”

“Sometimes they put long holds on opponent’s balls. Very sexy. Some of the losers cum.”

“I can’t cum like this!” I gasped.

“We’ll see tomorrow night.”

The guy took his right hand away and focused his attention on my left testicle, squeezing it between his strong fingers. I yelled, but he liked my cries and continued until I shouted, “I submit!”

Then he bear hugged my other testicle. Even though I yelled out a submission quicker this time, hoping to end the hold right away, Takeo kept squeezing. When he finally did let go of the testicle, I breathed a big sigh of relief. But the guy didn’t give me much of a rest: he went back to the left one, and after that, the right one again. I don’t remember how many times he did that, but at one point, he took each of them in a hand and squeezed at the same time.

“No! Too much!” I screamed.

“Not too much,” replied Takeo, really giving it to my balls.

Despite the pain, I saw Takeo’s muscles flex dramatically. His upper body seemed to swell in masculine power and authority as he pushed my balls, and my stamina, to new levels. I didn’t think I would survive it. The hold went on so long that when Takeo let go of my balls, I still felt the pressure of his fingers on them—the rest of the night, in fact.

“Time to untie,” he said abruptly.

It felt great not having my arms and legs restrained. Yet, I didn’t jump up as I thought I would. I remained on my back, looking up at the guy.

“See? No problem here,” he said, grinning and taking charge of my sack once more.

I clenched my teeth. I’m sure he squeezed as hard as before, but this time it wasn’t as painful. I made no move to get away. Takeo seemed to like that.

“Totally hot,” he said.

At last he stood up, displaying his excited cock, which dripped with pre-cum—obviously close to erupting. I gazed at it in disbelief. Could the guy cum without anything touching his cock, I wondered?

Takeo saw me gawking at his rod as he put his clothes on. He grinned and pointed to my shaft. When I looked, it amazed me to see generous amounts of pre-cum flowing from my cum-hole—despite the punishing work on my balls. I rose and bent forward to pick up my brief. As I did, Takeo walked slowly behind me. When I stood up again, he gently put an arm around the front of my waist. He lovingly pulled my back against my chest. Then I felt his other hand in my crotch. The hand opened and its fingers carefully surrounded and enclosed my balls—not suddenly or roughly, but carefully, affectionately.

“Only a beginning,” he whispered, giving my big sack some slow, erotic feels. “Put on your brief,” he insisted.

I did so, then stood with his hand staying inside the brief’s pouch from behind, as if it belonged there. I rested the back of my head on his shoulder. Takeo brought his other hand around to my waist and gave my abs a few light buddy-pats.

“Tomorrow night we play again,” he said. “But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

IN THE CAR

In the early evening Eric drove Mike, Dave and me to a neighborhood burger place for some food and drinks. We ate in the car as Eric drove aimlessly around. Mike tried to push his straw through the slit in the plastic cover and failed on his first attempt.

“Come on, baby, let me in!” his said, finally succeeding.

We all laughed.

Dave and I occupied the back seat, our legs spread wide, enjoying the ride. Suddenly Dave struck my right leg hard with his left knee. I retaliated with a similar strike to his leg. This started a little leg battle, which proceeded, off-and-on, until everyone had finished eating and drinking.

When something outside the window caught my attention, Dave surprised me with a sneak attack: he started ticking my sides. Everybody knows I’m very ticklish, so he had me cornered and defenseless in no time. As Eric drove on, Mike turned his head toward the backseat to watch my squirming and giggling. Dave continued his attack by sliding his hands under my tee shirt. His fingers against my cool skin made the tickling far more intense.

“Yeah, wear him down, dude,” said Mike.

The tickling continued, keeping me always out of breath and fighting to escape. At one point Mike crawled into the backseat and restrained my flailing legs. While Dave went after my sensitive sides, Mike began to feel my dick through my jeans.

“Fuck no!” I gasped. “Let go of my dick!”

Hearing that, Eric pulled into a deserted alley, parked and turned around to watch the action.

My dick hardened fast—even faster than when I mess with it! Maybe that was because it felt different, and better, having someone else touching it.

Next, Dave unzipped the jeans and pulled them down, just below my knees. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, so it was embarrassing. Nearly half-stripped, I fought more than ever to get away.

Dave mercifully stopped his tickle attack to look at my exposed cock. “Hold him,” said Dave to Mike. The two quickly switched places, with Mike managing to get under me to apply a full nelson. Meanwhile, Dave took hold of my long, fully erect cock and slowly started to jack it.

“What the fuck!” I yelled, struggling to free myself from the nelson.

“Stop fightin’, man! This won’t take long—I hope!” said Dave.

I continued to rebel, which prompted Dave to grab my balls and squeeze hard. That made me settle down real fast.

“That’s better,” said Dave. He returned to stroking and rubbing my shaft.

It seemed clear that he was trying to get me to shoot. But why? I had known these three guys for years; they were all straight. But, I wondered, how could I know for sure?

Within a few seconds, the pleasure had me at the breaking point.

“Hey, get your empty Pepsi cup,” suggested Dave to Eric. “Let’s catch his juice.”

Eric held the paper cup near my cockhead, without interfering with Dave’s jacking.

The guys giggled as they waited for me to shoot.

“You’d better do it before someone sees us!” said Mike.

He didn’t have to worry about that. “Fuck! Fuck!” I gasped. I felt my whole body tightening, becoming as stiff as my cock.

“Hold the cup steady.” said Dave.

Suddenly all the guys got quiet in the nearly total darkness, wondering if they would hear my cum blasts hit the cup. They did! Even I could hear each sperm jet strike the container. I didn’t count them, but I’m sure the guys did. Judging from my prolonged squirming and gasping, there was a lot of them….

“He’s done,” said Dave after a while.

The other guys took the cup and left the car, laughing.

“We gotta get outa here,” I said, still out of breath.

“No we don’t,” replied Dave, keeping his hand firmly around my cock. “It’s dark, no one will see us.”

I have to admit that my cock still felt awesomely good, so I didn’t object to what he said. We stayed there, in the back seat of the car, while Dave held my rod, occasionally squeezing it with mini bear hugs in various places. It was like he couldn’t resist putting wrestling holds on it. Some of them hurt, but they also gradually increased the pleasure in my rod.

I think Dave could feel the muscle pulsing as he played with it. I put my arm around his shoulder and groaned softly: I had become addicted to Dave—and he knew it. A prickly pleasure began to dominate the opening of my stiff cum hole. Unknown to me, drops of pre-cum had started to emerge and Dave was using them to tickle and massage the hole’s sensitive ridge.

After several minutes, he lowered his head and rested its left side on my gut. Then my cock pulsed with a new kind of pleasure: Dave had the tip of it in his mouth.

I gasped. Neither of us moved as Dave’s tongue and lips pressed into the stiff skin. I held his motionless head tightly against my gut. It felt like he was sort of nibbling on or somehow probing my cum hole with his tongue. The pleasure of it stunned me.

Dave disengaged briefly. “Like it?”

“Shit, dude,” I gasped, “don’t stop!”

He took my cockhead in his mouth again. The pleasure kept building—slowly but inexorably. Dave didn’t back off. He clearly wanted to work on my head until I came in his mouth. That possibility made me hornier than ever. I held him close and gave his tongue full reign over me…..

A beam of light suddenly lit up Dave’s face from outside the car. The guys had returned with a flashlight. They climbed into the back seat and directed the beam onto my shaft and Dave’s face.

“Yeah, suckle him like a baby, dude!” whispered Mike.

The guys became silent. But I could hear them breathing hard as they watched my cock swell from the nonstop pleasure produced by Dave’s tongue. They moved the light nearer, brightly illuminating the shaft from top to bottom. They stared at its straining, pulsing veins, no doubt wondering how long the fully flexed muscle would last under Dave’s motionless but steady attack. I groaned ecstatically, unable to move or think. My mouth opened in awe as pleasure consumed every inch of my shaft. I felt my nuts lifting themselves upward until they pressed against the bottom of my shaft as if trying to surround it.

“Damn, look at his balls!” whispered Eric.

“He’s gonna cum,” said Mike.

The guys held the flashlight steady. But this time they wouldn’t get to see a drop of my juice. Dave would take it all.