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  • Nicked, but not Broken

    If you’d been buying groceries at the small country store when the six of them walked in, you’d probably guess they came to the wilderness to do some hunting or fishing. Wrong. Their hard, strong bodies made them look like outdoorsmen, but their muscles were mostly due to gym workouts—not from chopping down trees or wrestling grizzlies. They did love to wrestle though, as long as it involved other guys.

    The six roamed through the store, arguing and joking about what they still needed for their “adventure.” The final decision was to get mostly the basic necessities—beer and pizzas. The afternoon was slipping away. An hour of driving remained, much of it on dirt roads, so they piled the supplies and themselves into Dan’s beat-up Blazer and took off again. The countryside became more hilly and thickly forested. The roads became narrower, full of ruts, and more like trails.

    “Are you sure this is the right road?” asked Nick from the back seat.

    “Yup,”answered Dan confidently. “1 know every tree around here.”

    He wasn’t kidding. Dan had been coming here since he was a kid to visit his uncle. When the uncle died, his Will specified Dan as the new owner. The beautiful property included a large cottage and private lake on nearly a hundred acres. The location was remote, but great for total relaxation, for being free, for doing anything you felt like doing. Dan and his buddy Eric had been here many times before. But Keith, Matt, Robby and Nick had never made the trip, and even though they could imagine what might happen, they were slightly nervous about all the unknowns.

    Robby and Keith had the roughest ride. They weren’t as tall as the others, so they sat on the hard floor behind the back seat, along with the supplies. At least they had easier access to the beer and snacks, and of course, they made good use of it. The two did a lot of talking and got along well. Keith sat facing Robby, who was leaning against the cartons of beer with his legs spread apart and one knee raised. He looked terrific in his snug, white jeans—so terrific that Keith had a rough time taking his eyes off them. The seam running along Robby’s crotch pressed way into his basket and right between the balls. Robby knew he was showing them off, and he had good reason to: even through jeans you could tell they were huge.

    But Robby’s dick was the main attraction. It was mammoth and had stayed hard during most of the trip, a fact which each of the guys noticed. Nick kept turning around and doing crotch exams with his eyes. He studied Robby and Keith carefully, sometimes making teasing comments. So did Matt, who was also sitting in the back seat.

    “Hey Robby,” said Nick, “wouldn’t you be more comfortable back there with your tight jeans off?”

    Dan broke in before Robby could answer. “Everybody keeps his jeans on ‘til we get to the lake! After that, anything goes!”

    But Nick, who had met Robby through Dan just yesterday, wasn’t finished. “Robby’s got something that needs to be measured. Anybody got a ruler?”

    Matt looked again at the long bulge next to Robby’s fly. “Maybe you’ll need a yardstick!” he joked.

    They continued to bounce and roll on toward the lake, crossing an occasional creek and winding among endless pines. Matt peered through the window and shook his head, trying to see something besides dense forest and underbrush. “I think you guys are lying to us,” he said to Dan and Eric. There’s no cabin out here. You’re probably gonna dump us along the road in these rocks and bushes and leave us stranded!”

    “Rob and I can handle being left in the bushes, can’t we Robby!” said Nick, staring at the bulge with a wide grin.

    “Sure,” responded Robby, “after I teach you some survival skills!”

    “Yeah, and I’m gonna teach YOU some things too, pal!” added Nick, still grinning at Robby, then Keith.

    It was easy to see why Nick and Matt, or anyone, would like Robby. At nineteen he was about five years younger than the others, he had a trim, athletic physique, and he was strikingly handsome. He had a thick head of blond hair and hazel eyes. Robby was also the shortest of the six—quite a contrast to Nick, who towered over most people. Although you knew Nick could hold his own with the toughest and biggest guys, he always seemed to be turned on by rugged, smaller jocks like Robby or Keith. Dan had seen Nick horse around at the gym a couple of times. He was into submissions and could really crank up the torture if he wanted to. Dan guessed that as Nick watched Robby and Keith, he was thinking about all the holds he wanted to use on them.

    In addition, Nick had his eye on Matt, especially whenever Matt dozed off and he could take a longer look. Matt was kind of a mystery. They didn’t know much about him, and the guy didn’t talk much about himself. He did tell Eric he was a pro wrestling fan and that his fantasy was to see some of the TV pro’s wrestle naked. Matt had the body for that kind of action himself. His build was solid, he had jet black hair and gorgeously shaped buns. Nick wanted to pull off Matt’s tight black Levi’s and observe the real thing.

    The group was relieved to finally reach the cottage, which stood right at the end of the road. The four newcomers were very impressed with it. There were several bedrooms, a workshop, and a large living room that overlooked the lake below. And it was all theirs for the weekend.

    After dinner they stayed at the massive oak table, drinking beer and talking about their common love of wrestling and their own wrestling experiences. Though they were mostly strangers, the more they drank, the more open they became with each other.

    “O.K. fellow jocks,” announced Eric, “let’s get to the lake and start having fun! Keith and I’ll bring the towels and stuff and meet ya down there.”

    When Robby stood up, he widened his stance and stretched, pressing both hands onto the back of his neck. Dan happened to be walking behind him and took advantage of the moment. He hooked his hands under Robby’s arms and against his neck, into an unusually good full nelson. Next, Dan pushed Robby to the edge of the table, preventing him from moving his legs. Dan was a bodybuilder like Nick, and had enormous biceps, so there was no way Robby was going to escape. With hardly any effort, Dan applied considerably more pressure to the back of Robby’s neck, letting the kid know that he didn’t intend to break the hold right away. Nick and Matt realized that too, and came over beside Robby.

    “Hey Robby, does it hurt?” jeered Nick. “Give him some more,” Nick urged Dan. Nick smiled at the pain on Robby’s face as Dan complied. “I know something that’ll make you feel better,” said Nick.

    His hand moved toward the huge, solid bulge in Robby’s jeans. He positioned his fingers on it. It was so good to be able to feel this guy’s rod at last. He slid the fingers slowly up and down its great length. Robby expected him to squeeze hard, but he didn’t. He just kept fingering the tool all over, thoroughly checking it out. He took his time. He loved handling a guy’s equipment when the guy wasn’t able to interfere. After Nick’s sensual inspection had ended, Robby’s cock was really fired up.

    “Your turn,” said Nick to Matt.

    Matt’s dark eyes flashed. He sat down on the edge of the table at Robby’s right side, while the kid tried in vain to maneuver out of Dan’s iron grip. Matt put his right hand between Robby’s legs and cradled the basket in his palm like a supporter. The jeans were very soft and molded the big balls perfectly. Matt could feel there was no brief or jockstrap underneath. He squeezed the balls several times, each time with more force.

    “Ouch!” yelled Robby.

    “Super nuts, man. Real hard. He worked his fingers up the tool slowly.

    “Let’s get a better look,” said Nick.

    Matt opened the Levi’s and peeled the white denims down to the tabletop. The long, fully erect tool stretched out in front of them, pointing slightly upward. Again Robby tried to wiggle out of the nelson, but Dan had him immobilized.

    “God, is he ever hung!” said Matt.

    “Yeah,” agreed Nick, wrapping both hands around Robby’s giant. “And ready for some cock rasslin’!”

    With a lusty roar, Nick put a staggering power squeeze on the tool. Robby shouted, but the muscleboy was relentless. As Nick squeezed, Robby came closer and closer to an orgasm. Nick freed the anxious cock to give it a rest. Matt got so excited watching Nick and Robby that pre-cum had soaked into his jockstrap and jeans. He gazed at Robby’s smooth, low-hanging balls. His fingers touched them and went exploring.

    “How about a tug-of-war?” asked Nick.

    “Great idea,” said Matt.

    He pulled down on Robby’s nuts while Nick pulled up on the cock. Robby let out a long, low yell of pain—and pleasure. The sound of it turned on the three guys even more. They all applied increased pressure, trying to see how much their sexy victim could take. Dan flexed his biceps, spread his legs and bore down on Robby’s neck.

    “Come on, you little stud; show us your juice!” said Nick.

    Robby’s whole body seemed to feel crammed into his cock and nuts. He gasped for breath. His rod tingled feverishly. He knew his orgasm wasn’t far away. Suddenly the nuts turned to stone in Matt’s hand.

    “Yeah! We’ve got him!” said Matt. He squeezed the nuts against the hard crotch shaft. Nick felt the huge tool tighten, then jerk. An overwhelming surge of pleasure swept upward through Robby. Matt whistled in delight as Robby’s canon started shooting streams of hot juice all over the table.

    Nick caught some of the cream and rubbed it over the massive tool, sending Robby into another dimension of pleasure. When the cock stopped firing, Matt let go of the balls. But Nick held on. He kept rubbing the most sensitive places, quickly turning Robby’s pleasure into unbearable agony.

    “Let go, you fuckin’ bastard!” shouted the kid.

    Nick continued his attack on the still-hard, inflamed muscle. “This is where it gets fun,” he said to Matt.

    Robby felt like his tool was being ripped apart. For some reason Dan suddenly released his hold, maybe to see Nick trounced. Robby swung at Nick’s head with all his strength and hit him at the temple. Nick reeled but didn’t go down. Robby’s other hand swooped between Nick’s legs, slicing into his nuts like a knife. Nick yelled and doubled over. He turned and fell to his knees, clutching his aching basket.

    They stood behind Nick for a minute, watching him suffer, enjoying it. Dan looked down at the fallen titan, thinking how sexy he was—the faded 501’s encasing his buns and muscular legs, the powerful thighs spread apart, the tempting crotch. He wanted to shove a hand between the legs and give his nuts more to worry about. But for now he limited himself to just looking, and planning. Robby zipped up his jeans and the three left to join Eric and Keith.

    “I’m gonna get ya for this!” Nick threatened as they walked out the door.

    By the time Eric and Keith laid the blankets out on the beach and collected enough wood for a fire, it was almost sunset. The temperature was unusually high for a fall evening, and Eric was glad there were no biting insects around to spoil it. He lounged on his back, propped his shoulders up on his elbows, and watched Keith light the fire. Keith sat in a half-kneeling position.

    His right knee was on the ground with the thigh fully upright. His left foot was out in front of him, allowing him to rest a hand on the outstretched thigh. Eric thought it was a very masculine, sexy way for a guy to sit, a position athletes often use when they pose for team photos. Keith’s foot was, furthermore, quite far to the left, and that made a large gulf between the legs. It also made the jeans extremely tight on his thighs, butt and crotch.

    As the campfire brightened, Keith became a dramatic silhouette against it. The view reinforced Eric’s opinion that in many ways Keith had the best looking body of the group. He wasn’t tall or overly muscular, just well proportioned in all the right places, which was everywhere. In addition, his sexy red hair, handsome face and friendly eyes made Eric somewhat jealous. The guy had it all. Plus he had been a high school wrestler, or so he claimed. Eric was eager to get his hands on him and find out just what kind of wrestler.

    Keith heard a noise behind him. He turned to see Eric stripping down to his jockstrap. The well worn pouch nearly made Keith’s heart skip a beat. The thin cloth stretched snugly around the guy’s balls and the protruding, beckoning rod. Keith stood up and faced the curly-haired hunk on the blanket.

    “Ready to go a fall?” asked Eric.

    Keith rubbed his crotch and smiled. He unzipped and removed his jeans, uncovering a terrific, obscenely revealing bikini. As Eric rose to his feet, Keith began flinging his arms back to loosen up. Eric surprised the jock by ramming into him like a football player. Keith hit the ground on his side, then instinctively rolled onto his stomach to avoid being pinned. But Eric wasn’t after a pin. He grabbed an ankle and pulled the leg back, while planting a foot on Keith’s shoulder to hold him down. He kept trying to force the leg back further than it could go. Keith grunted in pain.

    Eric’s rod was rock hard and tingling like mad. That always happened when he wrestled a guy and worked on a leg. After awhile he decided to go for both legs. He pulled Keith’s other leg back, locking him in a full Boston crab. This was Eric’s favorite hold. Putting the crab on Keith and making his gorgeous body squirm was the ultimate experience for him. Eric’s cock started to pulsate with excitement. He looked down at his jockstrap. The cockhead had pushed above the waistband. Eric crouched lower, increasing the pressure on the legs and back. He held Keith so that the front of his brief was suspended between Eric’s widely spread legs—quite a sight, and quite a target.

    Eric looked up to see Matt, Robby and Dan approaching. Their eyes opened wide when they saw Eric in his bulging jockstrap straddling Keith and conquering him with the juicy crab. They clapped and cheered approval.

    Robby pointed to Eric’s reddened cockhead and said, “I wonder which one is gonna shoot first!”

    “I’ll show you,” said Dan. He dropped to his knees and jerked the front of Keith’s brief aside, exposing everything to the warm, fire-lit air.

    “Keith’s gonna be first,” he said to Keith. “Right, Keith?” said Dan sarcastically. He gripped the cock with both hands. Keith could only moan and let Dan have his way. Robby and Matt sat close by the catch the action.

    Dan jerked sharply on Keith’s hard, upside down muscle. Eric was in paradise: having his buddy go to work on Keith’s rod while he crabbed the jock was almost too much of a good thing. Pre-cum oozed from his cock.

    “Looks like you’re ready for a helping hand yourself!” said Dan to Eric. He winked at Matt. “Go ahead, he’s all yours.”

    Matt stripped off his tight black jeans, T shirt and brief, and threw them into Robby’s face.

    “Get the oil,” suggested Robby, pulling off his own clothes too.

    “Yeah,” Matt responded, grinning. He poured it onto his hands and all over his eight-inch tool. He gave the bottle to Robby, who lubed himself, then Dan’s hardworking fingers. Robby focused hypnotically on Dan as he worked the rod and nuts. Keith cried out again, his body attempting to cope with extremes of pain and ecstasy. Eric could see that Robby’s long cock was totally stiff, and that gave him yet another thrill.

    Matt stepped behind Eric, lifting a leg over Keith. He moved close to Eric’s ass and slid an oily hand into his crotch. He reached under the strap’s pouch and checked out the dude’s balls. Then Matt clutched them. Soon the basket turned into a hot, solid mass. Eric reacted by flexing his muscles and unleashing even greater pressure on his victim. Keith couldn’t take much more; he was just about out of it.

    Robby gave the thumbs-up sign to Eric. “You’ve almost got him!”

    “Nobody survives Eric’s killer crab very long,” said Dan, continuing to give Keith’s rod the business.

    Nick was watching all this from behind some small trees near the beach. He saw Dan and Eric about to finish off Keith; he saw Dan’s huge cock bulge in his tight Levi’s; he watched Matt doing a pro job on Eric’s nuts; and he saw Robby on his knees, watching the four intently, sporting that gigantic rod. He studied his prey, waiting for the right time to spring.

    The pain from the crab was intense. Keith was ready to give it up. Even so, Eric’s hold was slowly helping to build excitement in Keith’s crotch. Suddenly Eric let out a long, deep yell. Robby looked up at Matt, surveying his body carefully, like a referee in a championship match. Matt had pushed his long, slippery rod into Eric’s ass and was driving him crazy with it.

    “Your buddy’s gettin’ fucked,” Robby said to Dan.

    But Dan didn’t respond. His mind was on more important things—or rather, his mouth was. It was closing around Keith’s tool. Dan’s lips and tongue ignited a million sparks inside the cock. Keith felt a massive pleasure churning within him. He made several loud gasps as Dan and Eric triggered the eruption.

    This was the moment Nick had waited for. He ran behind Robby and sent him to the ground with a staggering kidney punch. Dazed, the kid pulled his knees up under him to get to his feet. Nick nailed him with two more blows to the kidneys.

    “Come on, get up!” Nick yelled.

    While the guy slowly rose to a wobbly standing position, Nick stepped in back of him once more, ready to attack. Before Robby could turn, Nick coiled both arms around him. Nick yelled in raucous delight as he clamped into Robby with a reverse bear hug. His powerful python arms were perfect for this hold—and also dangerous. Robby soon found that he was having trouble breathing.

    Eric dropped Keith’s tortured legs. He left the naked stud moaning on the ground with his smooth, white buns mirroring the orange glow from the campfire. Eric was moaning too. Matt had him in a nearly delirious state. The black-haired hunk had pulled down Eric’s jockstrap from behind and was manhandling his nuts and cock with ten tough fingers. At the same time he was drilling into Eric’s ass again and again with the full length of his hot shaft.

    Eric’s time had come. He steadied himself for the explosion. Matt held the cock straight out with one hand and its hard tip with the other. As the cream burst out, he pinched into the cockhead, further heightening the intense pleasure. Eric screamed and writhed while Matt played with the exploding tip. At last Matt pulled out, letting Eric sink to the blankets.

    Dan and Matt were left facing each other. They glanced down to check on Nick and Robby, who were rolling on the ground seemingly glued together. Robby tried everything he could think of to break out of Nick’s grip, but the muscleboy had him. Robby could feel his strength slipping away. He became light-headed. Soon he would be defenseless and at Nick’s mercy a second time.

    Dan stared at Matt, pondering the jock’s body. Matt stood naked in front of him, legs spread, primed, unafraid. “I like your style,” said Dan, peeling off his worn jeans. “Too bad I’m gonna have to whip your ass!” His jockstrap surrounded a rod at least the size of Matt’s and an incredibly big basket. “I’m gonna show you what it’s like losin’ a pro match with no rules!”

    “Go ahead and try,” Matt replied with a grin. “I love it dirty!”

    “It’s gonna be fun tyin’ you into a knot and watchin’ you beg!” said Dan, throwing down his shirt.

    They both took the on-guard stance. Although a big guy, Dan moved like lightning. He flew at Matt, seizing both arms at the wrists. He pushed nearer to Matt and swiftly brought a knee up into the dude’s basket. Matt’s mouth fell open at the sickening shock of the attack, though he wasn’t able to utter a sound. The blow greatly stunned him, giving Dan another oppor­tunity to go after the balls. This time he grabbed them and applied a short but powerful squeeze. Matt clutched his basket and collapsed to his knees.

    Dan followed this with a vicious clothesline to Matt’s neck, immediately knocking him onto his back. Dan looked down at the sexy, motionless body and visualized holds he wanted to use next—he wasn’t through with Matt. He picked up a foot with each hand and began splitting the legs apart. Soon Dan was applying the widest possible wishbone you could force on a guy. Matt’s face twisted in pain as Dan kept up the extreme pressure. He stared down at Matt’s open crotch, especially admiring the large, beautiful basket.

    Nick had nearly squeezed the guts out of Robby.

    “That’s enough!” he shouted. “I give, you bastard!”

    Nick pulled Robby to his feet, still maintaining the reverse bear hug. “This is only the beginning, punk! I’m gonna make a man outa you whether you like it or not!”

    Nick let go of Robby for an instant to spin around, so that the two were standing back-to-back. Nick reached over and grabbed Robby’s neck. He leaned forward, bending Robby backward until his feet were off the ground. Robby gasped for air as he hung across Nick’s back.

    “Want me to let you go?” teased Nick.

    Robby coughed. “Yes! Yes!” he answered.

    “You sure?” asked Nick, tightening his strangle hold.

    “Yes!” whispered Robby.

    Nick jumped forward, pulling Robby down with a violent backbreaker. Robby couldn’t move. Ax blades chopped into his head and neck. His mind swirled in a black void. The next realization he had was a wonderful sensation in his cock. He couldn’t lift his head to see it, but Nick had swallowed as much of the rod as he could and was tonguing it passionately. Suddenly the pleasure turned to stabbing pain. Nick began grinding his teeth into the muscle. He was like a wild animal tearing into freshly-killed meat.

    Robby screamed. He raised his head, feeling countless nails pierce the skull. He saw the bodybuilder, now naked, arched over him, trying to devour his rod. The black void overcame him again. Nick surveyed the handsome, oiled body lying beneath him. It glistened from the light of the campfire. The granite-like shaft twitched occasionally, tantalizing Nick. He had to handle it once more. His fingers examined every inch of the unending rod and toyed with the nuts until the skin tightened around them. A new wave of desire flooded through Nick. He picked up the naked body, slung it over his shoulder and walked to the lake.

    Dan saw most of this while continuing to hold Matt in his brutal wishbone. Matt’s legs were stiff with pain, yet he would not submit. Angered by this, Dan let go of the ankles and knee-dropped Matt between his legs. It was a direct hit on the balls and lower cock. Matt shrieked and turned on his stomach. Dan then began assaulting his thighs with a series of savage knee-drops.

    At last he stopped, sitting on the thighs triumphantly. Matt’s legs were demolished. Dan looked at Matt’s beautifully sculpted buns, ready to use a hold that he wished he could have put on guys as an amateur wrestler. Too bad, he thought, that the best holds were never legal. He slapped his hands onto Matt’s right bun and squeezed. Matt tried to crawl away, but his legs wouldn’t work. Dan channeled all his strength to the fingers. They dug deep into the buttflesh as if wringing out a wet sponge. At the same time he worked his thumbs into Matt’s butthole.

    “Yeah,” he slowly muttered to himself. This was a move that he always looked forward to using, and he wasn’t in a hurry to break it.

    Dan heard a splash and looked up. Nick had pitched Robby into the lake. Though darkness had almost engulfed them, Dan could still make out the two figures. Nick was up to his waist in the water and Robby up to his nipples. Nick had his arms around Robby from behind. Dan guessed correctly that Nick didn’t just have him in a bear hug this time. Robby screamed, his voice echoing across the lake and dissolving into the limitless woods.

    “Go ahead and yell, man,” said Nick. “There’s no one out there to hear you!”

    Robby did continue to scream as his butthole was rammed by Nick’s thick tool. Nick remembered how fantastic it had felt to once fuck a guy in a gym pool. But doing it outside in the wilderness was an even better turn-on. Nick kept plunging into Robby until the pleasure had the kid exhausted. Eventually he dragged him back to the beach and let him fall beside Keith and Eric.

    Matt’s butt was red and sore from the treatment it was getting. Dan had a massive hand buried in each cake now, squeezing with a vengeance. Nick walked over to watch. He crouched down next to Matt’s head and ruffled the thick black hair playfully with his hand.

    “Havin’ a good time?” joked Nick. “You know, I think you’re one sexy jock. But I’m real pissed. I haven’t had a chance to see the front of you up close yet!”

    “How about now?” said Dan. He released the buns, then grabbed Matt’s left foot and brought it back against his ass. At the same time he hammerlocked the left arm. Dan pulled with both hands and rolled Matt onto his right side, almost onto his back. Nick smiled. He liked the way Dan had him tied up. Matt’s thighs were spread apart; his rod and balls were unobstructed and unprotected. Nick sat on Matt’s outstretched right leg and took hold of the cock.

    “You’re history, man!” Nick said to Matt.

    He jerked the cock down between Matt’s legs and worked it over ruthlessly. Before Nick was finished with it, Matt found out how nasty this dude could be.

    Nick turned his attention to Matt’s large, egg-shaped balls. He yanked them away from the cock and squeezed. This was torture for Matt’s nuts, but it aroused his cock so much that the tool began to buck, ready to shoot. Nick put more muscle into it.

    “No more! No more!” yelled Matt, digging his fingers into the moist ground.

    Nick went in for the kill with another favorite move, his “milkshake.” Holding the basket firmly, he shook it back and forth madly. Matt screamed in disbelief, fearing this would finish his nuts for good. Nick didn’t stop. Matt’s frantic rod couldn’t hold back any longer. It shot off hysterically, covering the ground with creamy delight. Nick released the nuts and sat back to watch the eruption with Dan.

    “Wanna get him again?” asked Nick, turning toward Matt.

    “Sure,” answered Dan. “But first I wanna get YOU!”

    Dan bolted into Nick and sent him sprawling on the blankets. Dan rode him until he caught Mr. Macho in a neck scissors. Nick tried to kick out several times. He was surprised to discover how strong Dan’s legs were. Finally he relaxed for a minute or two, conserving his strength and thinking about possible escapes.

    Dan became really charged up from dominating Nick with the scissors. He admired Nick’s smooth, tough body and got a special thrill out of wrestling it, overpowering it, even hurting it if he could. Dan wanted to soften Nick up, then do what few, if any, had ever been able to do—annihilate him by focusing entirely on the rod and balls. He had some new ideas on how to go about it. Dan tipped his head back in satisfaction and squeezed his powerful legs into the hunk’s neck. He looked fantastically sexy as he applied the hold. His chest was bare, and he still had on his super-tight Levi’s. Dan’s rigid, heavy cock struggled to break out of the cramped jockpouch. It made such a big bulge in his jeans that you’d swear the guy wasn’t wearing a jockstrap.

    Nick moved a hand along the back of Dan’s thigh. Dan relished the sensation, but Nick was groping for a particular spot. When he found it, Nick jabbed in the leg with a painful, numbing karate chop. He repeated this several more times, then began to work his fingers into the hamstrings. It felt like a steel wedge was tearing into them. It didn’t take Nick long to weaken the muscles enough to slip out of the scissors.

    He immediately lunged at Dan, giving his tool a good sock to keep him down. Nick quickly ripped open the Levi’s and had them halfway off before Dan could fight back. When Dan jumped up to attack, Nick was ready. He landed a fist in Dan’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. While Dan tried to recover from the blow, Nick went after his tits. Nick’s fingers pinched the sensitive flesh, causing spears of agony in Dan’s chest. He raised his arms to strike, but Nick stopped him by squeezing even harder. Dan’s arms fell to his sides.

    “Smart boy!” said Nick, slowly pushing the guy’s shoulders to the ground as he continued the torture. Nick straddled Dan on his knees and continued to ravage the sensitive tits. Dan screamed, desperately trying to pull Nick’s hands away.

    “You’d better give it up while you still can!” warned Nick.

    “O.K! I give!” yelled Dan.

    “Lick my rod!” commanded Nick, “or you’re gonna have bloody tits!”

    “O.K! O.K!”

    Nick grabbed Dan’s arms and pinned them above his head. Nick lowered his massive tool until it hung over Dan’s mouth. Dan tickled the cock tip with his tongue. The hot muscle jerked excitedly. Nick eased his rod down into Dan’s mouth. He started rubbing the rod slowly up and down between Dan’s lips. At another time Dan would have gladly sucked this stud’s meat all night, but now he was looking for revenge. He watched Nick become more and more absorbed in pleasure.

    Finally, as Nick’s climax neared, Dan made his move. He jerked his arms free and slid between Nick’s legs to get away. He wanted to pull his jeans off for better movement, but he didn’t have time. He pounced on Nick’s back and grabbed his neck with both hands. Dan’s fingers squeezed into the nerves on each side of the neck and shoulders.

    The pain instantly paralyzed Nick, who was on his hands and knees. He didn’t make a sound, but his straining facial muscles clearly showed the anguish. Still, Nick had learned how to tolerate pain. He knew he had to outlast Dan in order to make a comeback. And he did. When Dan’s grip weakened, Nick threw him off, then smashed a fist into his gut. He yanked off Dan’s Levi’s and crouched behind him as he rose to his feet. He curled an arm around Dan’s waist, put a hand on his butt and lifted him up high. Nick brought him down so that the guy’s open crotch fell squarely on Nick’s waiting knee. Dan sank to the ground in agony.

    Smiling at the success of the atomic drop, Nick rolled Dan onto his back. He pulled the jockstrap down and gripped Dan’s long tool.

    “Now I’m gonna show ya what I do to guys with big cocks!”

    He took a strap from the jock, wound it around the cock several times, and held the ends taut. “Say your prayers, man!”

    Nick pulled the elastic with both hands, forcing the strap deeply into the cockflesh. Dan yelled as the muscleboy pulled with all his strength.

    Dan either had to beg for mercy or do something fast. He raised himself to his knees with great effort, so that both guys were on their knees facing each other. Dan reached between Nick’s legs and grasped his hard nuts. Nick didn’t make a move to stop him. He had good reasons. He needed both hands to keep punishing Dan’s rod, and he was proud of his tough balls. They’d been worked on by guys before, but he’d always make the jocks submit in the end. He also wanted to give Dan one last chance to master him, although he knew it couldn’t happen.

    Dan went after Nick’s nuts with one of his special holds. He jerked the basket down and started to twist it. Nick didn’t expect him to twist very far, but Dan continued. A weak, sick feeling grew in Nick’s balls, then sharp pains darted through them. Nick gasped. The other guys crowded around, amazed to see Nick in trouble. Robby couldn’t believe he was actually seeing that awesome physique cave in. It was a sight a lot of guys would pay big money to witness.

    “Go for it!” encouraged Matt. “Rip his nuts off!”

    Dan dug his fingernails into the nuts. Nick cried out at last, dropping the strap. “No!” he screamed.

    Dan had done it. He sat there with his winning, killing grip on Nick’s balls and didn’t want to let go. It was electrifying to have his hand between Nick’s muscular legs and a crushing hold on the guy’s nuts. Watching the hunk on his knees in total submission was an experience he wanted to savor.

    Dan’s cock began to twitch. He felt the juice seething within him, ready to leap upward. He started pushing his hips forward in sexy, rhythmic thrusts. His body appeared to be straining as much as Nick’s was.

    “Dig that!” said Matt. “He’s gonna shoot without pulling the trigger!”

    Dan’s rod was frozen in pleasure as it nudged the fresh, night air.

    “Come on, do it!” said Eric.

    The juice rose slowly, prolonging Dan’s throbbing ecstasy. At last the cock erupted with a powerful burst. As loads of heavy cream fired onto Nick’s belly, Dan corkscrewed the nuts even further. Nick yelled, furiously trying to dislodge Dan’s hand.

    The guys got really pumped up watching this gutsy scene. Matt began to involuntarily stroke his hard tool. Keith pulled the hand away and went to work on the tool with his own. Eric was running his fingers over Robby’s great ass. Like the others, Robby was spellbound by what Dan was doing. But he also felt a strange brotherly sympathy for Nick, and a grudge against Dan for what he’d done back at the cottage. He had to act.

    Robby jumped up and imprisoned Dan in a well-executed sleeper hold. Dan fought to maintain his victory grip on Nick, but the sleeper was doing its work. Dan’s hand dropped away from Nick’s basket, then his whole body gradually became limp in Robby’s arms. Nick fell to the ground on his back. He squirmed in torment, holding his smarting basket. Robby didn’t break the hold until he was sure he’d sapped all the strength from the hunk.

    Dan toppled over and the blond stud sat up on his knees looking like sex incorporated. The defeated had become the champion, at least for the moment.

    After they took a short time-out, four naked wrestlers sprinted down the beach laughing. Presently Nick heard distant yells and splashes. He wanted to get up and join them, but he couldn’t move. A gentle breeze snuffed out the fire, leaving the two muscleboys beside each other in the warm night.

    (end)


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  • My Encounter With A Hot Truck Driver

    I’m Landon I work as a night dispatcher for a large company.  As a dispatcher I secure trucking for our customers orders.  We ship approximately 40 to 50 truckloads per day.  I also check in the drivers and handle all paperwork for the drivers.

    I’m 5’7″ tall, weighing 155 lbs. have a toned body, dark black hair and hazel eyes.  I love my job as I get to meet a lot of hot drivers and most of them are very friendly.  I make them feel comfortable and escort them to the lounge where they can get coffee and soft drinks and relax while their truck is being loaded.

    On one particular night this hot driver came in and he had the most awesome personality.  As he talked to me he looked at me with the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen, I could feel my cock start to stir in my jeans.  He was dressed in tight blue jeans with a bulge to die for and an ass that was definitely made to be eaten.  He had tattoos on both arms that just added to his hotness.  He was about 6′ tall, around 200 lbs., dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a hot 5 O’clock shadow.

    It was at the end of the shift and I was starting to close down for the night when he approached me and asked if there was a place he could park his rig and spend the night. I went outdoors with him and showed him where he could park his rig.  He turned to me and said:  “Are you free after you shut down because I’m really hungry and I was wondering if you could show me a good place to get something to eat”. ” Well I’m really not hungry, but I’d be glad to take you and I’ll have a cup of coffee”.  I asked him what his name was and he said:  “Sam”.  I told him we would go in my car instead of the rig and he was overjoyed.

    During dinner we chatted and I was really drawn to this guy.  He told me he had been married and now divorced and he shocked me when he said he was bi-sexual when he got married, but later realized he was gay.  I didn’t know what to say but I just blurted out that I was also gay.

    We headed back to his rig and he looked at me and said:  “Would you like to see the inside of my truck”?  I knew what was going down and I was ready for it.  The guy was beyond hot and my cock was already hard.  

    He went into his sleeper and told me to come in.  It was really spacious and very clean. He sat on the bed and told me to sit down.  He looked at me and said:  “I was hot for you the minute I saw you with that cute little bubble butt of yours”.  He leaned towards me a placed a soft kiss on my lips and then leaned back, I looked into his dreamy eyes and licked his sensuous lips.  He opened his mouth and our tongues met and fireworks went off.  He laid me down on the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt, then my jeans and I stood up as he took my shirt off and my jeans.  I’m well endowed with about 7’5″ of hard cock and he started sucking my cock thru my bikinis.   I was breathing heavy and lusting after this man called Sam.  He slowly pulled down my bikinis and my rock hard cock sprung up to attention. He started licking the head with his tongue and said my pre-cum was delicious.  I was delirious as he stared sucking my cock up and down making slurping sounds that were driving me crazy.  I told  him to stop or I was going to cum.

    He laid back on the bed after he had stripped and when I saw him pull his boxers off OMG what a cock it was about 8″ and thick.  I was licking my lips at this point.  I went down on him licking the corona and he was spewing pre-cum like a faucet and I lapped up every drop.  I started to swallow he engorged cock all the way into my throat.  He was yelling Landon oh baby yeah suck that cock.  As I was sucking him I kept looking up at him with a grin on my face.  He had me stop and asked me if I was ready for some cock in my manpussy.  I told him I was ready, willing and able.

    He said:  “Before I pound that ass of yours I want to eat that pussy”.  I got up on my knees and he spread my cheeks and dove in like he hadn’t eating in days.  He devoured my ass sticking his tongue in my puckered hole.  I was engulfed in a fiery heat and I told Landon please fuck me, ram that huge cock in me please.  He lubed up my asshole and his cock, placed it at my entrance and pushed in.  I shivered in pain, but he stopped and reached down as I turned and he kissed me.  He slowly pushed in passed my sphincter and then started slowly sliding back and forth.  Soon the pain was gone and I started feeling incredible as he fucked me and reached for my balls and massaged them.  Oh fuck I was in heaven as I told him ” Landon please fuck me with that horse cock, give to me hard and fast”.

     
    He pulled his cock out and said:  “Landon baby sit on my cock and ride it”.  I positioned myself and placed his cock at my entrance and slid down in one thrust.  Oh fuck it feels so good and I began ramming his cock in my ass hard and deep. ” Oh yeah baby it feels so good Sam I want all of you”.  I shot my load all over his hair, his face, his lips and finally all over his stomach.  I pulled off of his cock and kissed him licking the cum off his lips, his chest and then kissing him and sharing my sweet jizz.

    We laid there holding each other and he said:  “Landon it gets very lonely on the road and this evening you have taken that loneliness away”.  I looked at him and said:  “I’m glad I could do that for you, but you did something for me too, you fucked me so good”.

    I left and told Sam that the next time he came in we would do it again but this time he was going to be the one to get fucked.  He had a smirk on his face and said:  I think I can make that happen”.  He kissed me and left and I smiled all the way home.  

  • New Years

    A few years ago I was working day shift on New Years Eve. A co-worker friend who is gay invited me to his house for a party that night. I knew there would be a mix of gay, bi and straight men and women so I went. 

    I arrived around 9 and my friend took me upstairs and said you need to strip to your boxers. I knew I was staying the night and was in the guest room, so I stripped to my boxers. He reached down and grabbed my semihard cock and stroked it some. It felt good. He suddenly stopped and we went down to the party. Men all in boxers and briefs women topless and in panties or nothing. 

    My friend introduced me to John, his new bf. Now I’m not gay, but John was a tall blonde square jawed stud. He was wearing briefs and I could see his bulge….WOW :-O. As midnight drew we all had a shot in hand. It hit we drank. A strange woman started kissing me and i felt a manly hand in my boxers. It was my friend, the woman looked at me and said have fun. 

    I always wanted to watch gay sex..tonight I would get that. I was taken upstairs, my boxers taken off. Put in a chair with my legs over the arms and strapped down, my arms were strapped to the arm rest. John was lubing my hole and fingering me some, it felt great. He then slowly worked a vibrator in my ass all the way and set it so it won’t come out. It was remote controled and he turned on low. Felt great. 

    My friend and John were making out and sucking eachother. I was breathing heavy only able to watch and not touch myself. 

    John said he’d let my friend suck me off if I wanted. I’ve never had a guy do that I said. He said I’d love it. Next thing I knew I had a guy sucking me off. Before I could say no John was kissing me and put his cock in my hand. Asked if I liked it, I said yes. Asked if I’ve ever sucked cock, told him no. He said open your mouth and I did. I was sucking his cock off mmmmmm.

    John moved below me and took out the vibrator and slid his cock in. I moaned in pain and pleasure. I asked my friend to let me suck his cock and he gladly gave it up. 

    John was slow with me as first time I’ve taken a cock. It felt great. I was about to cum and could tell they were too. John pulled his cock out my ass and my friend out my mouth. They jerked off on me and jerked my cock off. I got to suck them both and get the last bit of cum out. 

    John and my friend broke up a month later after we had a 3some. John and I still get together though and I’m his lil slut 😁


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  • An Unexpected Christmas

    In the department store where I had recently been employed, for my sins I was placed in charge of the kiddies division. Ironically, I really did not like kids!

    Being twenty-three years old and the youngest member of staff in a managerial position, however, I had to take the rough with the smooth. To add to my misery it was December, Christmas time, so the task of employing an in-house Santa Claus was given to me. The third applicant I interviewed was a man named Albie. For some or other reason I took a liking to him. Albie was a big guy, stood six-foot-two-inches tall and was over sixty years old. Albie had puppy dog eyes that told me that he really needed the work. Something just seemed right about him and I unhesitatingly gave him the job.

    Although Albie did not have the huge gut required for the part of Santa, once we got him dressed up and padded, he was a perfect Father Christmas. Ironically his employment turned out to be one of the best decisions of my managerial career, thus far.

    In the two weeks that Albie played the role of Santa in our store, the compliments never ceased and he was totally brilliant at his job. When his spell ended on the 24th December, everyone in management felt that Albie had been such an asset that retaining his services in one or other form would be an enormous asset to the store.

    During his tenure I got to know Albie fairly well. He was a widower whose wife had died four years before. Albie had two estranged children and three grandchildren that he never saw. He lived a humble and somewhat difficult existence, because as he put it; “I didn’t provide properly for my old age.”

    Two days before Christmas I decided that I would invite him to pass Christmas day with me as I would also not be spending Christmas with my family, who lived far away.

    Albie had already told me that he would be alone during this period, so I decided to invite him to my apartment for having made my decision for employing him such an inspired one. Albie was totally overcome by my invitation. Oddly, Christmas with my family was always a strain resulting in the inevitable family dramas.

    Fortunately, however, Burt, the manager of our food division arranged an inexpensive hamper of goodies for me that had reached their ‘sell-by date’ on Christmas Eve. In addition, in a rare moment of Christmas spirit, the night before I had also bought a shitload of Christmas decorations and lights, which I had decorated my home with until I finally collapsed in my bed at around midnight.

    After the store closed on Christmas Eve, Albie accompanied me back to my apartment. Before entering my apartment, I decided to add to the drama of my previous night’s efforts by making him cover his eyes for the big reveal. I have to admit, that possibly due to exhaustion the previous night, I had not fully realised how impressive my endeavours had been.

    My apartment looked magical as Albie uncovered his eyes. What, however, blew me away even more, was the look on Albie face as his eyes scanned my efforts from the previous evening. As his eyes moistened and tears began to roll down his cheeks I had an overwhelming feeling of joy. My next surprise came when inspecting Burt’s impressive hamper, to realise that I had enough food to feed ten people.

    Two hours after our arrival at my place, Albie and I were gorging ourselves on all the treats that Burt had packed for us.

    As we sat around chatting, eating, and drinking to our heart’s content, Albie proved to be an incredible raconteur and regaled me with stories that had me clutching my stomach with laughter, and what I thought would be a tedious Christmas Eve, was turning into a tour de force.

    As the evening progressed our tongues were loosened by the alcohol we consumed, and when he asked about my personal life, I confessed that I was gay. His revelations thereafter, proved to be even more interesting.

    Albie then informed me that he had married because of family and peer pressure. He stunned me by telling me that had always preferred men but had given reluctantly given in to heterosexual life because of the burden that had been placed on him. He unashamedly admitted that he had been a shit father and a crappy husband, and this was why his children forsaken him.

    He was very remorseful because of this and the anxiety that it caused, had constantly dogged his life. He accepted that his kids wanted nothing to do with him, but was always troubled by the heartache he had caused his wife. Resultantly, the underperformance in work life was a direct result of the stress he persistently lived with.

    Albie told me he wasn’t bitter, but just sad about the consequences his mistakes had triggered. As I observed him closely I began to realize what a good looking man he must have been twenty years before. Even at sixty, he would he would have put most fifty-year-old men to shame.

    After the magnitude of his revelation I felt drained and finally announced that it was time for bed.

    I told Albie that, as a thankyou gesture for the incredible job he had done, I had decided that he could use the bed in my bedroom and that I would sleep in the lounge in a sleeping bag.

    As I began dismissing his protestations out of hand, we stood looking at one other.

    Albie then surprised me by saying, “I’m Santa right? Doesn’t Santa also get a special wish for tonight?”

    With a laugh, I nodded.

    “Well Santa would be honoured if you might spend the night in his bed,” Albie concluded.

    I had never been so gobsmacked in my life, but after his outpourings, how could I refuse?

    Then, with a pleading look in his eyes, he said, “It’s the only present that I can afford to give you tonight, Teddy.”

    Overcome with simpatico, I simply nodded and followed him to my bedroom before we both undressed rather awkwardly.

    That night I would learn that Albie was more of a man than most of the men I had ever bedded. Standing proudly, as his ample manhood began to inflate to its full glory. Next, after walking towards me Albie placed his arms around me in a warm embrace.

    “Once the lights are off you can imagine that I’m a younger lover,” he said.

    “No, Albie, I want the lights on,” I replied.

    Once in bed, we kissed and cuddled endlessly. His kissing was ardent but very gentle and Albie’s hands became a duo of wonder as he constantly caressed my body all over. He took complete control as I gave myself over to his control. I soon began to realize that there was a huge chasm between fucking and making love, and soon I was receiving a masterclass in the latter from him.

    The tenderness and sensuality of his attention was mind-blowing. Turning my body onto my side Albie spooned with me, before lifting my leg over his thigh. Despite his impressive manhood, his entry into me was effortless and comfortable. Albie’s languid pace as he thrust into me, took me to heights I had never before known.

    “Thank you, baby, this is the best Christmas I can remember,” he said as we swayed in a heavenly rhythm.

    Overcome with pleasure, I giggled as I replied, “I’ve actually discovered that Santa Claus really does exist.”

    “Well, because you’ve been such a good boy, Santa has many presents for you tonight,” he mirthfully replied.

    Albie wasn’t joking; his libido was epic and our lovemaking never-ending. No position was left untried and when we finally drifted off to sleep in the early hours of the morning, I was the kid who had received the most gifts early that morning.

    When I finally awoke later, my Christmas lover once again mounted my body and we spent almost the entire day in bed, only occasionally visiting the kitchen for a bit of sustenance. Even as we ate in the kitchen, he never ceased fondling me and I felt like a ragdoll in the hands of an over-possessive child.

    When Albie finally left later that day with a hamper I had packed for him, I felt like I had received my doctorate in the art of lovemaking.

    A few days later Albie moved in with me, he proved to be the best lover I had ever had. Ironically, after years of hating Christmas, I had finally experienced the ultimate joy of Christmas cheer.

    Two weeks after Christmas, the management of the store discussed Albie at one of our regular meetings and it was decided to offer him a permanent job as a commissionaire at our department store. His job was to welcome and direct our customers to all various departments they wanted to visit in the establishment. Albie made sure that he knew every department and product in the store, as well as all the promotions we were offering. He was an incredible hit with our patrons and was awarded the ‘Best Employee of the Month Award,’ the first of many that would follow.


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  • Stress Test

    I wouldn’t have found Scott’s place without his directions. He lived on a short, hard-to-find street, in an upstairs apartment that had once been part of an old fraternity house. As I walked across the yard, the unusual quietness of the night began to bother me. I could hear the sound of my high-tops swishing through the moist grass. A door on the front porch led to a narrow, enclosed stairway. It was impossible to go up the steps softly: the creaks seemed loud enough to wake the neighbors, or the dead.

    I realized that I was very nervous. Why did I ever agree to take part in this kind of thing? What was I getting myself into? A sickening weakness invaded my gut. I stopped, ready to turn back. Just then a door opened at the top of the stairs and Scott stepped out to meet me. The sight of that smiling stud gave me the assurance I needed. If HE was in, I would be, too.

    “How ya doin’, Wes?” he said cheerfully.

    A good-looking guy, Scott was tall, slender, in terrific shape, and had wild, reddish hair. He had a white tee shirt on, and jeans that really hugged his perfect ass and thighs. He handed me a beer and showed me the apartment. It was small, but the living room was quite large. The furniture had been pushed against one wall and a large gym mat laid in its center. Around the mat sat three hunks who looked as great as Scott, maybe better. They introduced themselves as Brian, Paul and Dean.

    Before I had much of a chance to look them over better, four more hunks walked in. Each one was fantastic and could easily have been a model. Seeing them made me almost dizzy with excitement. The place looked like a Levi’s con­vention. And everybody’s fit was tight and sexy—just the way I like it.

    We had a few beers and talked for a while. It was a great, friendly group. I learned that we all attended the University, although only Terry, Kevin and I were Freshmen. Craig and Mack would graduate soon and they, along with Scott and Dean, were the founders of this little “club.” The others had been in for a year or two. Tonight was the first time for Brian and me. Neither of us knew exactly what was going to happen. Brian was pretty uneasy about it, and that made some of my nervousness return. These guys were strangers to me, except Scott, and I had known him for only six days. I recalled our first accidental meeting at the gym…..

    I was in the showers alone, feeling really horny. I got myself lathered up good and couldn’t resist giving my cock a workout. The muscle was rock-hard in my hands when Scott stepped in the shower room. I froze in terror. He looked at me and grinned.

    “You’ve sure got a whopper there,” he said. “Think I’ll have some fun, too.”

    The jock covered his stiffening dick with soap. He grasped the base of the rod with one hand and began pulling on the long tool with the other. I smiled, relieved that this guy was no threat. Maybe he could even turn out to be a new friend. He walked up close to me and stood with his legs spread wide.

    “I like it THIS way,” he said, slowly sliding his hand up and down the taut skin. As I watched him I became more aroused than ever. My cock started to twitch.

    “Here, I’ll show ya.” He wrapped his fingers around my hot tool. Instantly it throbbed with excitement. I hadn’t had many gay contacts, and that made the thrill especially intense. Soon Scott was driving me crazy with pleasure. Suddenly he put a crushing squeeze on my cock. I didn’t flinch because I felt pleasure rather than pain.

    “You like it kinda rough, don’t ya!” he said.

    “That’s not rough, it’s heaven!” I answered.

    He laughed, let go of my tool and slapped me on the back. “Do you go for wrestling?”

    “Sure,” I said.

    “I know some guys you should meet. We have a group.”

    “A wrestling club?”

    “Sort of. God, is it ever fun. You wouldn’t believe some of the things we do.”

    So here I was—not knowing what to expect, but enjoying the company of these jocks. I couldn’t help staring at all the fantastic bodies sprawled around the room. It sure was fun watching them horse around or practice favorite wrestling holds on each other. To me it seemed like Terry, Mack and Craig were the most aggressive of the bunch. Mack kept taunting Terry until the two got into a neat mini match. Terry went for a choke but couldn’t sustain it. Mack threw him on his back, then used a hold I’ve never seen.

    Mack got down on his knees above Terry’s head, sandwiched the dude’s head between his powerful thighs, and pulled both arms back alongside his legs. The curly-haired hunk was forced to lie on his back while Mack prolonged the hold. With legs spread and the seams of his skin-tight white jeans wedged into his crotch, Terry immediately became the center of attention. Seeing that Terry was trapped and didn’t have the use of his arms, Craig crawled over and started tickling the two big bulges in Terry’s crotch. Terry laughed and squirmed as his rod pushed into the denim.

    I envied Craig. I wanted to put my hand where his was. I watched closely as he played with Terry’s nuts through the tight Levi’s. There was something overwhelmingly sexy about seeing a guy’s equipment getting manhandled and knowing he’s powerless to do anything about it. From where I was sitting, I had a perfect view of Terry’s crotch and the bulging nuts. Craig put a long squeeze on one of them, then the other. I stared as if in a trance.

    Scott nudged me and winked. “You dig this, don’t you.”

    “Yeah, this is neat shit!” I responded, without taking my eyes off the action.

    Craig grabbed both of Terry’s balls and clamped down on them. Terry didn’t scream or beg—he seemed to enjoy it.

    Scott nudged me again. “This is why we call ourselves the Organ Grinders!”

    Craig and Mack finally broke their holds. Terry rubbed his nuts and smiled.

    “O.K. dudes, listen up,” said Scott loudly. “We have a couple of new guys, so we’re goin’ over a few things. First, we formed this private club because we love to wrestle, and because all of us are into submission holds. We’re training to master all kinds of submissions, but especially the ones used only on male bodies. We teach each other how to do them and how to survive them. Tonight we’ve got a championship matchup, some demonstrations, and maybe two initiations. Remember, if you’re trying to get a submission, you can use any part of your body, but no objects.”

    “Aw shucks!” said Mack. “That means I brought my whip for nothin’!”

    Scott continued. “You’re allowed to have someone help hold your guy, but only YOU can touch him in the approved places—the rod, the crotch and the nuts. You can wear a jock or a brief, or jeans, but nothing more.”

    “Love those rules!” laughed Dean.

    “If the hold is on YOU,” explained Scott, “you have to be naked and hard.”

    “And you need plenty of guts!” added Craig.

    “For sure,” agreed Scott. “You have to hold out for as long as you can. You can’t resist. If you don’t like what the guy is doing to you, you’re not allowed to beat him up! Just yell ‘time’ and the clock stops. And if he makes you shoot, it’s counted as an automatic submission. Now, how about another demo? Craig and Kevin—wanna show off for a minute?”

    “Sounds good to me,” said Craig. Kevin nodded. The two crawled to the center of the mat and exchanged a few quiet words. Then Kevin began to strip. I hated to see him peel off those crotch-hugging, faded Levi’s, but his naked body was even more terrific to behold. His cock must have been eight or nine inches and the basket was firm and tight. He stretched out on his back and spread his legs far apart. Craig sat between Kevin’s legs and motioned for the rest of us to move in close.

    “I’m gonna show you how to do the ‘third finger’ on a basket,” he said, giving us all the finger. Craig positioned the tip of his finger on the bottom of Kevin’s waiting basket. He kept the finger straight and started to push it into the hard mass like a huge needle, slowly separating the swollen balls.

    “Get your finger back to the stiff shaft. There’s a place down low on it that’s real sensitive for most guys. Feel around until you hit it.”

    Craig had to probe for only a few seconds. Kevin’s body jerked.

    “See how easy it is?” said Craig with a laugh. “Now work your finger into that sucker, like this.”

    Kevin clenched both fists as Craig snaked his finger deep inside the basket and attacked the touchy spot. Kevin’s rod, which stretched over his gut to the navel, reared up temptingly. Craig drilled into Kevin with more and more pressure, pulling the skin tightly around his nuts. Kevin’s mouth opened, either from pleasure or pain, or a mixture of the two. From the looks of his turned-on cock though, it must have been pleasure.

    Kev loves this one—don’t ya, stud!” said Craig, pushing even harder into the rod and basket. If I keep this up for another minute, ol’ Kev will shoot like crazy! But you get the idea, right?” Craig withdrew his finger, then gave Kevin’s cock a friendly squeeze.

    “Thanks guys,” said Scott. “Now, any challenges tonight?”

    Dean spoke up first. “Yeah. I want Randy.”

    Randy must have come in after the others. Shorter than any of us, he looked like a kid, a punk, rugged but handsome. He could have passed for sixteen, but I knew he had to be several years older. He pulled off his jeans, then his gym-gray jockstrap. He was sporting a beefy, partially-hard cock, had thick brown hair, and a smooth, unusually muscular body. As he walked toward Dean I wondered what was in store for the little stud.

    Dean stood waiting in the center of the mat. He sure looked great in his tight, well-worn jeans. Without a shirt, his super chest and biceps were a feast for the eyes. Randy took a wide stance. Dean got behind him and coiled both arms around the kid’s waist. Then both hands reached just under Randy’s basket and found what they were after. Paul was sitting on his knees nearby and looked up at the hold carefully.

    “He’s gonna use the ‘crotch-killer’,” he said with a grin.

    Randy steadied himself. Suddenly Dean squeezed like mad with both hands. He made a nasty growl as his fingers strangled the hard crotch shaft just beneath the nutsack. Randy didn’t cry out, but his face muscles started to tighten from the force of the hold. He closed his eyes. His mouth fell open.

    Dean’s arms bulged as he put more and more muscle onto the kid’s crotch. His strength allowed him to sustain the hold with almost no effort, and he enjoyed every second of it. In a way, it seemed as if the kid enjoyed it, too. He thrust his basket and cock way out, intentionally showing us what he had. Who wouldn’t? It was stuff to be proud of. Trapped in Dean’s grip, Randy was the hottest looking stud you could imagine. Even though he had to be suffer­ing, I got a great thrill out of seeing him locked in this sexy hold.

    “Had enough, boy?” whispered Dean.

    Randy only moaned. Keeping his hands in Randy’s crotch, Dean lifted the guy several inches off the mat. He held him up there, continuing to crush his victim without mercy. Randy was weakening. I wondered how anyone could take that kind of hold for so long. Finally it conquered him and he had to submit.

    “Not bad,” said Scott. “A little over two minutes. Not a new record, but very close.”

    During the next hour the other guys took turns with each other, showing off their best holds, or trying to set new endurance records. Watching all the sexy action at close range made Brian and I very hard, as anyone could tell by looking at the bulges in our jeans. Then, what I had been dreading was at hand.

    “Waddya say, Brian—wanna be initiated?” asked Scott. “It looks like you’re in the mood!”

    “What the hell. Sure,” answered Brian. He tried to sound upbeat, but I sensed his inner terror.

    Brian didn’t hesitate: he wanted Terry. Terry smiled. He’d been eyeing Brian all night and was obviously anxious to get at him. When Brian’s jeans and brief came off, we all gawked. The guy’s stiff rod outdid anyone’s in the room in length and thickness. To say it was ten inches wouldn’t be exagger­ating. Terry marveled at its size, and I guessed that’s what he would zero in on. I was right. Wearing just a jockstrap, Terry kneeled behind Brian, who stood naked on the mat, legs spread. Terry reached a hand between Brian’s thighs and held the giant muscle.

    “All set?” asked Terry.

    “Yeah.”

    Terry put a king-sized squeeze on the giant. Brian’s hands dove for his rod instinctively, but stopped just before they got to Terry’s hand: he remembered that you weren’t allowed to interfere—you could only give up, and Brian wasn’t about to do that so soon. So Brian’s open hands froze in the air close to his captured cock. But Terry was after more than just a big cock squeeze. He pulled the tool toward the mat slowly, until it pointed straight down. Brian was now on the edge of panic. His hands gripped his thighs des­perately. How far was Terry going to go? Terry stood up and continued pulling the rod, gradually forcing the monster backward into Brian’s crotch. He took his time. We watched Terry overpower the huge tool and bend it to his will.

    Brian couldn’t stand it any longer. “No more! Time!” he yelled.

    Terry eased the rod forward again and set it free. Brian dropped to his knees, exhausted but relieved. He stared down at his massive muscle for a long time, as if shocked that it survived the ordeal.

    Terry reassured him. “I didn’t injure it, man. You’ve got a tough one. You’d need a bunch of us to give it a real problem!”

    “You were in for over a minute,” Scott announced to Brian. “God, that’s great for a first time. Glad to have you in the group!”

    Everyone congratulated Brian by mobbing him! We held him down and tickled him into another submission, using the chance to get acquainted with his award-winning sex muscle.

    “Your turn, Wes,” said Dean. “Who’s your guy?”

    I nervously scanned the hunky bodies around me, wishing I could stare for hours at every inch of their irresistible, honed masculinity. My eyes captured Paul’s. Or, had his eyes captured mine? It didn’t seem to mater. Maybe we had chosen each other. Paul had short hair, darkly-tanned skin and was naked except for his low cut, white brief. He looked like a body­builder and was probably the tallest guy in the group. When he got up and came over to me, I lost any fears about what he might do. I wanted to be overwhelmed by that fantastic body. I stood up and stripped automatically.

    Paul faced me and studied my basket. My low-hanging nuts must have really turned him on. His hand reached down and started playing with them. He grinned as they began to harden. A few moments later he stepped behind me. Before I knew what was happening, Paul had me in a sleeper hold. At first, the hold seemed to have little effect on me. Then Paul tightened it. I put my hands on his python arms and felt his bulging biceps—even caressed them.

    Paul suddenly gave my head a jerk, followed by several more. After that, the hold began to do its work more powerfully. My legs grew limp. I spread them wide for better support, but that was only temporary. My arms fell from his stone-like biceps to my sides. My legs became weaker and soon I had to sink to the mat on my knees. I was losing it.

    But strangely, my cock felt stronger, more aroused than ever. In a matter of seconds it lifted itself fully upright for all to see. I scowled in confusion. My consciousness dimmed, my awareness flickered like a candle in a breeze. I tried to grab at the flickering light with my hands. My body sank steadily downward now, unable to fight gravity, which felt like hundreds of hands pulling me lower and lower. The walls, the ceiling, the guys huddled nearby—began to move with incredible slowness. It made me dizzy. Things looked darker. I could feel my shoulders against the mat.

    Then, all I could see was blackness. I couldn’t move, yet I could still hear faint voices, as if coming from a distant room. Dream-like images invaded my spinning mind. I saw Paul crouching over my body. His thighs and chest looked enormous, distorted, like a super-sexed figure in an erotic dream. A narrow band of cum rolled down his huge cock. I wanted to touch his mammoth balls, but I was still too weak to move.

    A wonderful sensation grew between my legs. It made my cock tickle and feel gi­gantic. Paul had his fingers on it, all over it. An overwhelming pleasure flooded the big muscle. I heard a voice in the distance say, “Yeah, that’s it! You’ve got him!” The words echoed over and over in my mind. Finally I could see the hold a little more clearly. Paul had my nuts and lower cock trapped in the crook of his elbow. As he bent the arm and flexed his biceps for the guys, both pleasure and pain shot through my pulsing male­ness.

    He did it again and again. Each time the colossal arm moved, the squeeze was more intense. The pain gradually disappeared and the only thing I could feel was a continuing, all-consuming pleasure. I watched the sex hunk crush my cock and nuts in his muscle vise more times than I could count. My heart began to beat wildly. Sudden­ly a surge of piercing pleasure boiled up through my tool. After a pause, I felt another surge of pleasure. Then another. I lay there motionless in my dream, groaning in ecstasy.

    Someone slapped my cheek. Breathtaking light blinded me. My body twitched as consciousness and loud voices struck me without warning. I saw Paul standing over me. His bulging white bikini was packed and dripping with stud-cream.

    “What happened?” I mumbled.

    “It was terrific, man!” said Brian excitedly. “Paul got you pumpin’ by workin’ on your cock while you were out cold. He made you cum three times. He was so turned on that his own cock let loose! You guys really juiced the mat!”

    I couldn’t believe it. While the guys cleaned things up, I tried to make sense of what had happened. A few of them came over and gave me some friendly punches of support and congratulations. I felt like a celebrity.

    Then came a championship match between the two current submission leaders, Mack and Craig. Mack was a brute, and a very sharp-looking one. He was the biggest and most muscular of any of us. He had shaggy black hair, bold blue eyes and a wide, hairy chest. Craig beat Mack in the cock department, but Mack’s super basket looked as big as a baseball. It was definitely a show stopper. Although Craig didn’t have Mack’s height or weight, he had an outstanding build: great pecs, a smooth round ass, and legs that looked like lethal weapons. With his handsome face and blond hair he was no doubt watched closely by everyone on beaches or at sporting events.

    Mack began the match aggressively by grabbing a fistful of Craig’s blond hair and yanking his head toward the floor. As Craig bent over, Mack coiled his arms around the hunk, picked him up, and got him in an upside down bear hug. Craig’s prominently hanging cock was within easy reach of several guys. Dean couldn’t resist. He gripped the rod right away and applied his own bear hug. Craig yelled while the two jocks taught him what the word “squeeze” really means.

    After having his fun, Dean let go of the rod, and Mack sent Craig to the mat with a devastating pile driver. Craig ended up on his stomach, groaning in pain. He tried to prop himself up with his arms, but didn’t get very far: Mack sat down on his back. The strapping muscleboy went for Craig’s head and applied a vicious camel clutch. I expected this to be the end for Craig, but the dude wouldn’t give up. I was amazed that he could hold out with all that pressure on his neck and back.

    Mack poured on the pain. He pulled the head back as far as he could. Craig still wouldn’t submit. Frustrated by the guy’s perseverance, Mack pushed the head to the mat and stood up. He started to reach for Craig’s legs, maybe to go for a Boston crab. But

    Craig rolled onto his back and slammed a foot squarely into Mack’s big balls. The burly jock stopped in his tracks, holding his aching basket. Craig got to his feet, although not fast enough to prevent Mack from retaliating. He tackled Craig, and as the two hit the floor, Mack got hold of the guy’s nuts and dished out some instant agony.

    Mack’s hand moved so fast that I didn’t see if he punched the nuts or pinched them, or what. Craig reacted like a wasp had just stung his crotch. He rolled over and over, grasping his balls. Mack smiled and crawled confidently up to Craig on his hands and knees. He was obviously ready to finish off the guy with one of his “specialties.” It didn’t work out that way. Craig had been playing possum. He jumped up, flew toward Mack’s legs and pried them apart savagely. He split the legs further and further, putting an incredible strain on the crotch and hamstrings. I had never seen such an extreme wishbone, and I was glad to be watching it, not trying to survive it.

    Craig punished the legs for such a long time that I began to feel sorry for Mack. Then he pounced onto Mack’s thighs with a jolt. He dug the fingers of each hand into a thigh and squeezed. Mack winced as Craig paralyzed the thighs with double claw holds. He worked his fingers into the sensitive inner flesh and seemed to get a kick out of seeing Mack squirm.

    With his fingers ground into the inside of his opponent’s upper thighs, and the crotch open and unprotected, Craig’s next move was no surprise. He shifted his hands to Mack’s huge basket. It looked super hard. His hands closed around the bulging nuts. Craig did to them what he had just done to Mack’s legs. He pulled the nuts apart, stretching the basket like it was elastic. Mack gasped as the fingers sank deeply into his now widely separated stud-balls.

    “Feel like makin’ a wish, man?” asked Craig.

    Mack was breathing heavily; he didn’t speak. Craig showed no sign of quitting the hold. He stayed on the massive nuts, determined to make his submission buddy give up.

    After a while, Mack’s cock began to twitch. Craig grinned. I”m gonna getcha!” he said. Maybe Mack could endure the pain of this hold, but if his cock shot off he’d still lose the match. He raised his legs and chopped into Craig’s sides with them. He repeated the jarring strikes several times. Craig was hurting from the assault, but managed to continue his sex grip.

    Mack’s rod was becoming more jumpy. He was on his way to an orgasm. Soon we’d be seeing how much juice Craig could get out of the musclehunk. In a last ditch effort to break the hold, Mack brought his foot up between Craig’s outspread legs and plunged it into the jock’s hard maleness. The awesome blow shook him violently. Although stunned and in agony, Craig still held on to each mammoth prize. Now he was more determined than ever to defeat Mack.

    The musclehunk’s cock began to jerk at regular intervals. It wouldn’t be long now. His foot, still buried in Craig’s basket, pressed the guy’s nuts against his crotch. Craig yielded a little. Beads of sweat covered Mack’s perfectly molded physique as he slowly pushed Craig back an inch, then another. Craig gazed down at Mack’s anxious cock. If he could hold on just a few more seconds, he’d have his victory. But he was slipping backward and his crotch was exploding with pain.

    Mack’s steely, reddened rod throbbed powerfully, ready to erupt. Suddenly Craig grabbed the tool and crushed it with both hands. Mack let out an ecstatic shout as Craig’s hands triggered the orgasm. Bursts of man-cream shot like lightning onto Mack’s heaving chest. While Craig worked on the pumping rod, Scott got behind him and captured his nuts. Craig whirled around, jabbing at the new challenger. At this point Kevin saw a chance to join in and help get even with Craig. He knocked Craig on his back, crawled on top of him, then pinned the jock’s hands to the mat. As Kevin held Craig down, Scott and Dean jumped between Craig’s legs. Dean went after the guy’s balls and Scott went for the cock.

    “This is for stretchin’ the rules!” said Scott. He jerked wildly on the stiff rod.

    In no time he had Craig on the verge of a climax.

    “Aw, shit!” said Craig, beginning to laugh about the hopeless situation.

    “Come on, give us a quart of it!” yelled one of the guys.

    When his cock fired off, Craig grunted and laughed simultaneously. He threw himself into a couple of guys playfully. The laughter spread until we were all giggling, tickling and horsing around.

    I wanted the evening to go on forever, but it finally had to end. As we walked to the door to leave, someone squeezed by butt. I turned to see Paul. He looked at my crotch and smiled at the stiff bulge.

    “Looks like you recovered from your initiation. Wanna stop over to my place? I’ve got some videos I think you’d like.”

    He put his hand on my butt again and kept it there. How could I resist an offer like that?

    (end)


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  • seducing daddy

       Every time I thought I had completely seduced daddy and gotten him comfortable with being sexual with me he would withdraw and rebuff my advance. He was obviously conflicted, feeling guilty and blaming himself for what had happened between us…and nothing could have been further from the truth!

      I was ALWAYS the instigator when it came to us fooling around. Sure Dad obviously got off on having me drooling over him. He’s sit the re perched on the edge of the sofa, cigarette in hand watching TV, his big heavy nuts spilling out of his boxers, the head of his uncut cock peeking out. He knew what he was doing, but it was me who wanted more. I’d sit back wearing just my tiny short gym shorts from school and nothing else and toss one leg over the armchair giving him a peek of my cock. I’d pretend to fall asleep then get hard and let my boner slowly work it’s way free of the shorts until I was totally exposed, hard, with precum drooling off the tip of my cock.

       Dad would glance over nervously taking long drags off his cigarette. A few times he “woke” me to tell me to cover up. Like they say, her could dish it out, but he couldn’t take it. Sure, he got off letting his balls hang out for me to see and drool over, he was a total exhibitionist, but He wasn’t prepared for my aggressiveness. he never expected his boy to be as bold as to flash a boner back and call him on it.

       Every time I knew Dad saw my hard dick, even if he told me to cover up, it made me so horny I couldn’t stop. I’d jack right off in front of him asking him if my dick would get bigger when I grew up or if jacking off was bad for me. When I jacked off for Dad I knew it made him crazy. I was very pretty and slim with a thick head of shiny dark chestnut brown hair almost black that just brushed my shoulders. My body was smooth and  tan, my cock hard and throbbing as I’d slowly stroke myself in front of Daddy. 

      The best was when he was still seated on the sofa, those big balls of his swinging free, his cock head peeking out and me standing there right in front of him with my cock at eye level to him as I slowly jerked it saying things like “but daddy it feels so go” or “but daddy if I don’t make it squirt it won’t go away” I loved it when he’d shift uncomfortably, his eyes glued to my hardon and tell me “just leave it alone” or “ok fine, just go take care of that in the other room” so I’d run into the bathroom, but make sure the door was left  open just enough so he could see me as I jacked off and shot my load all over the mirror and into the sink, cum splattering everywhere as I gasped and whispered “Daddy” under my breath.

       Each time was hotter than the last, each time he saw me hard, saw me shoot, it made me crave more I wanted his hands on me, I wanted his hard cock in my hand…my mouth. One afternoon I heard him coming down the hall towards my room. when he walked in I was laying on my back, my underwear pulled down, furiously jacking off. I acted startled “Daddy! I ‘m sorry, I didn’t know you were standing there”  but I kept on jerking of slowly, making eye contact with him.

       “stop it” he barked at me which startled me “but Dad..” he dropped down on the bed next to me “I told you to stop playing with yourself!” I was shocked by his anger “didn’t I?” he asked again. I answered him yeah,but it felt so good and anyway he did it too. “what? what do you mean I do it too?” feeling brave I smugly told him yeah, he did it too, I saw him do it in the shower!

       That was it, he was really angry, “You spied on me?!?” in one quick motion, his big strong arms flipped me over his knee. “Dad!” was all I managed to get out before one of his big strong hands made contact with my smooth exposed little but and SMACK, he gave me a quick swat. “Daddy!” I yelped, SMACK, another swat and then another. 

       I squirmed, but he held me down firmly, I wasn’t going anywhere. He really wasn’t hurting me, he was a big strong guy and could have really spanked me, but I was more humiliated than anything which I’m pretty sure was his intention. “Are you going to stop playing with yourself and spying on me? he asked…I couldn’t answer because I knew I couldn’t stop. I live for seeing dads big balls and his cock and jacking a big load furiously as I thought of him.”Well?” and he gave me another smack on the ass. 

       It was then that we both realized that when he had bent me over his lap I’d been jacking off. Now I was face down, my boner wedged between his thighs and the tip of my cock wet and slipping back and forth right against his balls. “Daddy” I whimpered as he gave me another smack, this time a bit more gently, I responded by slowly moving my wet hard dick deeper between his thighs and groaning softly. Again he gave me a soft little spank and another and another, each one a little softer, each time his hand lingering on my ass, making small circles and rubbing my now warm red butt.

       I was loving it, my cock was so hard wedged wet and drooling precum as I worked it in and out between dads big strong thighs. “Daddy” I softly moaned. Dads cock was responding too, I could feel him hard and felt him pressed up against my tight tan belly.

       “Daddy” I said softly, “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry” and I softly cried into his big strong arms. “I can’t help myself, but I cant stop myself looking at you, thinking about you”. He pulled me up into his broad hairy strong chest and cradled me like a baby.”No Im sorry I shouldn’t have spanked you, I shouldn’t have let you see me…It’s not your fault, I should have covered up. this is all my fault” he hung his head down and hugged me so hard he squeezed the breath out of me.

      I held his face in my soft small hands, feeling his beard stubble, he smelled so manly, of cigarettes and sweat. I kissed him full on the mouth, he pulled back for a moment slightly startled, he went to say my name, but my mouth was on his again quickly and this time our lips parted and I could feel his hot, wet tongue against mine. His arms encircled me tighter and his tongue probed deeper. 

       I pulled back just long enough to look him in the eyes and tell him “I love you daddy, I want you, I want you so bad. I’ve always wanted you as far back as I can remember” He looked shocked, almost numb “Daddy I wan’t you, I wan’t you to be my first, I don’t want to have that be anybody but you. Please daddy, please,I love you daddy, please, I want my daddy” With that he kissed me and hard and long, between wet kisses repeating “thats my boy, thats my good boy,I love you too” 

       As he cradled me in his strong arms he reached down and slipped off his boxers releasing his ridged throbbing cock and low hanging balls to swing free and lay against my naked body. He fingered my sweet pink hole that was now wet with sweat, clenching and unclenching with each probe of his large, strong fingers. I shifted my hips back and forth allowing his fingers to enter me  as I gasped experiencing being penetrated for the first time.

      Dad began kissing my neck, then my chest, my flat, firm belly and below my belly button. He kissed my cock and gently licked a pearl of precum off the tip then gently kissed my balls sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. All the time working his finger in and out of my wet hungry hole “Oh God daddy” I by now was grinding my ass against his hand and pushing back hard against his fingers.

       I gasped as I felt dads hot breath on my ass, as he licked my taint as he wet his finger and probed my sweet pink hole. In and out and in and out. Dads face was buried in my ass as he licked and sucked my hole. his breath was hot and I could feel the stubble of his whiskers against my soft skin.

      His breathing grew faster and faster and I realized that as he was eating my wet ass that he was jerking himself off. We were almost in a 69 position on my little twin sized bed. As I lay there I remembered the day Daddy bought me that bed and brought it into my room and assembled it for me. Now there he was lying next to me, jerking his hard uncut cock just inches from my face.

      I licked the head of dads wet hard cock as he jerked off, I licked and sucked and hungrily managed to get the head of his dick in my mouth as he jerked himself off into my mouth. he moaned and thrust his hard wet cock in and out. I choked and grasped his big boner with both my hands getting him to pull out just enough to play with his foreskin, licking and sucking that beautiful uncut cock that i had been drooling over my whole life. I couldn’t believe I finally had it in my mouth and I wanted it to stay there for ever.

       Dad had other ideas though. He had been eating and licking my ass with his hot wet mouth and probed me with his fingers until I was seeing stars, I wasn’t even aware of what was happening until I suddenly realized that his cock was out of my mouth and he was pressing it up against me pink, wet, hungry hole.

       Daddy placed his warm mouth on mine and slowly slipped himself inside me. I thought I’d die with the first sharp pain, but he held me tight saying “daddy’d gotcha, daddy’s gotcha” He was gentle, but firm, he pushed and I gasped, he pushed and clenched his cock with my ass, he pushed and I pushed back…and I pushed back and I pushed back.

       Dad was buried deep inside me when I began shooting my load. I yelled with pleasure as his chest and belly became wet with my cum as he pressed down on me making me cum more and more. I felt his his cock throbbing inside of me,  his huge balls slapping against my ass unloading his wet load into my hot little ass.

      Dad pumped and pumped his load into me until i thought I’d pass out. When he went to pull out and roll off of me I whispered “no, not yet” into his ear and held him close “stay inside me” I begged him and we both lay there, and everything was just as it should be and I told him “I love you daddy” and he stayed there on top of me, the weight of his big  muscular body pressing down on me his strong arms around me his breath hot on my neck and his cock buried deep inside his boys ass…right where it belonged.


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  • Texan Hospitality

    The white of Marco’s eyes and teeth sparkled against his dark skin in the dim, golden light. His body seemed made of polished dark wood, dripping as it was with sweat. His smile was feral by now, and that pleased Jake to no end. This – this was the side he had yet to see on his buddy. The side he kept hidden from the world and that Jake had a knack to awaken in their long, circuitous online conversations.

    Alex was as lost on the dick he was sucking as Jake had expected him to be. While he couldn’t see the contact point between Alex’s pretty, pretty mouth and the fat cock stretching his lips to their limit, he could guess he was doing a very good job. Alex was a prodigy.

    Jake was used to being hit on by the Alex’s of the world. And by that he meant hot, eager men with a streak of wild submissiveness that men like him – tall, muscular and self-assured – naturally attracted

    Jake usually required his bottoms – and they were always bottoms for him, regardless of their sexual preferences – to go through a lengthy process of training to please him. He took pleasure in moulding them to his will, to his baser appetites. Once broken in, they would always flock back at the snap of a finger.  Or call him when they needed something a little bit more aggressive, a little bit more edgy. They would run to him when they wanted a safe pair of rough hands in which to lose control.

    But of all the men he had trained in this manner, Alex was undoubtedly the thirstiest, the hungriest. The sluttiest. A true submissive, shameless in his desire. As he was showing right now, making a meal of Marco’s fat cock.

    Marco and Jake had kept eye contact even as he walked towards him, his shadow diminishing against the wall. He had read that everything was big in Texas, and that had been correct, at least where it concerned his friend. The pecs he had seen stretch his t-shirt, the thighs like tree trunks, all moved towards him with the slow swagger of a cowboy.

    The fucker.

    No wonder the boys in the bar all but swooned for him. His buddy had swagger.

    Alex tapped on his leg, and that brought Marco back to reality. His hips hadn’t stopped moving, driven by his hind brain. He pulled Alex’s head from his dick for him to draw a quick breath, while looking into his startlingly blue eyes, and then slowly pushed him back down again. Marco closed his eyes and felt it. Millimetre by millimetre he was stretching Alex’s hungry lips, widening the opening of this throat. He was going to go inside. He was going to go completely in, to the root, and Alex’s throat would just have to cooperate.

    Jake and stopped close to the bed, pleasantly surprised at the forcefulness with which Marco was drilling a path in Alex’s mouth.

    “How are you liking my present, city boy?”

    Marco grinned, and pushed his hips in more forcefully. Alex grunted and choked and the vibrations of it ran up Marco’s cock stalk like a livewire. There was some give, and a hole inch of dick pushed down the spasming throat.

    “Fuck yes… What took you so fucking took so long…”

    Marco’s breathing was laboured when he replied to Jake. The gritted laughter of the two man obscured the lascivious sucking sounds of Alex’s throat, for a moment.

    Marco’s hand moved again down Alex’s ass and into his skimpy briefs. He stilled once he realised that between the ripe melons there was something. His fingers seemed to be grasping the base of the plug.

    Jake went down on his knees behind Alex. Even on his knees he towered over the Russian bottom. Slowly, subconsciously taking care not to touch Marco’s hand, Jake lowered Alex’s underwear. He revealed the globes of flesh he had been pounding for the last three hours to Marco to feast his eyes on. He was an ass man, through and through and you could see it at the widening of his eyes when he saw them, at the way he licked his lips. And how could Marco not be in lust?  

    Alex’s cheeks were a wonder to behold. Their paleness was slightly marred by peach coloured handprints, a result of the hearty spanking he had begged Jake to give him. It glowed, flushed, from the slaps of Jake’s groin against that sensitive skin.

    Marco’s dark copper brown hand roamed wildly over Alex’s cheeks, and once again the sight drove Jake to distraction. There was just something about the contrast that aroused him in a way he did not expect or really want to think about too closely. It just made him want to see more. Made him want to see these two men tangle, and then tangle with both himself.

    Jake grabbed both the plug and Marco’s hand. Together they jerked the handle of the toy in Alex’s ass. Alex gagged again. A combination of Marco’s dick stretching out his throat and the toy being pulled with a loud plop from his ass. His cock addled mind remembered suddenly that it had to breathe, and he reared back with a loud gasp, easily falling into Jake’s arms.

    The room was silent but for Alex’s ragged breath, and Marco noticed that Jake’s eyes were on his cock. His dripping, fat, veiny dick from which globs of pre cum and Alex’s spit clung obscenely. He moved his hips and it bounced. Jake followed the first bounce. And then the second, mesmerised. but the spell was broken by Alex’s cough. The fascination faded like a cloud swept way and was replaced by the usual cocky smirk.

    Jake grabbed the willing Alex by the waist and hauled him upright. Alex’s eyes were unfocused. His face slack with a smile. Without a word, Jake pushed four fingers up the loosened hole of the man he held front of him.

    Alex’s eyes snapped opened at the intrusion. He tried to bolt free of Jake’s arm, instinctively, but the muscles there were a steel band around his chest. As Jake’s fingers stretched inside him, his hips jerked forward, and his hard dick shot of a glob of fluid, as fat as it as thick, into Marco’s leg’s and the floor in front of him.

    Alex looked at his dick in stunned surprise, mouth open. Had he come again? Was it just pre-cum? He didn’t know. But he didn’t care. He didn’t fucking care. It was all just so good… And Marco’s eyes on him? The way his cock jerked while seeing him shoot just from fingers rooting around in his hole? He revelled in it.

    “You see Marco, our slut Alex here has a hungry, hungry hole. So, we are both going to be feeding it. We are going to feed our greedy bottom boy for the rest of the night. But first, I want to see you in action.

    It was a joke and it was a challenge. It was one of the hottest things Marco had heard for a long while. After a moment of silence, Marco stood, kicking the tangled fabric of his pyjamas out of his way and said, looking directly at Jake.:

    “Shall we begin then, cowboy”

    Marco’s voice had a ghost of a wink in it. His smile was calm, but intense. He meant business.

    There was a beast coming out, but not the one Jake had expected. It was for him like looking at a heart monitor that had beeped with the frenzied thrum of a wild heartbeat suddenly flatline and become constant. Mechanical.  Methodical. Self-confident.

    Marco stretched his back and loosened his shoulders, like a boxer before entering and ring. He kneeled on the floor in front of the two men, grabbing the Alex’s still hard dick. It was still wet with thick precum that slicked his hand when he started pumping it.

    Marco then traced a long swipe from Alex’s right nipple, up the luscious curve of his neck, through to the shell of his ear. On the way he nibbled on Jake’s fingers that held Alex’s in place, tasting the salt on it. Nuzzled Jake’s pec while licking Alex’s ear.

    “How do you want us cowboy? Can’t you see that our boy is hungry.”

    Jake stilled for a second. The tongue on him, the nuzzling at his chest were unexpected, but not unwelcome. There as a dance going on here, between the three of them. And he was going to lead it. They danced on the rim off a crater. But fuck, if he wasn’t going to lead them through it.


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  • Controled by my dads boyfriend

    My mum and dad separated and divorced several years ago. I remember the arguments; they were always about my dad working and there being too little social life and sex. I was 10 at the time now I’m 19, Alfaro, 5’6” (1.67m) 112lbs (50.8Kg) slim build, green eyes, Caucasian, blonde hair to my shoulders.  My dad had a few female relationships at first when he separated from my mum, then about 4 years ago he started dating guys. None of the relationships lasted long. My dad is a workaholic and relationships got in the way of his work. My dad’s work involved days from home, sometimes weeks. Not good for forming relationships

    Then my dad met Emanuel, Hispanic guy 28 years old. He met him at the local gym. 6’2” tall (1.88m) 224lbs (101.6Kg) muscular athletic build (works out a lot at the gym) brown eyes, light tan skin, black dreadlock hair style, shaved back and sides.

    During the periods my dad was away I became the focus of Emanuel’s attention. He would wear tight fitting shorts the material fitted tight into the crack of his ass. The shorts were stretch material, revealing the outline of his cock and balls. He wore tight fitting singlets that showed off his well-developed torso. The best was when he was swimming, he wore a thong. He had the perfect shaped ass. I tried not to make it obvious that I was checking him out. He would stretch and flex his arm muscles then turn and smile at me. He would look at me and smile making eye contact before I quickly looked away.

    While my dad was away Emanuel increased the attention he paid me, touching me a lot while talking to me. Resting his hand on my shoulder, then, with the other hand he slowly stroked down my arm while looking into my eyes and smiling. I would blush and look away. Adrenaline raced through my veins making my heart pound. I experienced such an intense feeling that it made me shudder uncontrollably. As time went on, and especially when my dad was away from home because of his work, he got more tactile touching me more and more. Sometimes he would come and sit next to me when I was watching the TV and wrap his arm around my shoulders, then stroke his other hand from my knee to my crotch squeezing my thigh as he did so. I would scream at him to fuck off and I would pull away. He just sat there laughing at me. I was screaming at him to fuck off yet what he did gave me a deep inner sensation that I had not experienced before. I was in denial. I liked him touching me, I liked the attention he showed me.

    I knew I was gay. I was not ready to come out. My comfort zone didn’t allow me to come out to my dad or anyone. To give way to my feelings and have sex with Emanuel, no way could I trust him to keep it from my dad.  The touching became playful in the form of friendly wrestling. He had complete control of me, he was a lot stronger than me. During one of the wrestling sessions his hand accidently stroked over my hard cock in my shorts. he looked at me fixedly with his eyes wide open, “you have a boner do I make you feel excited?” He asked. I struggled violently with both my legs and arms to free myself from his hold. Resulting in him relaxing his hold of me so I was able to pull away from him. As I stood up, I stared at him and shouted, “fuck no you fucking don’t.” He stood there with a grin on his face and mouthed, “I think I do.” as I walked away to my room. I had no control over my cock when we wrestled. I always got a hard.

    As the weeks went by, I knew that I was developing an intense sexual infatuation for Emanuel. Every time I jerked off, I was thinking of Emanuel, even though I was trying to put him out of my mind. Emanuel must know the effect he was having on me. My dad told me that he would be away for 2 weeks. Emanuel and myself alone for that long. I was fighting both the mental and physical attractions that I felt for Emanuel. With my dad at home I knew that Emanuel would leave me alone, he would not tease me and touch me so much as he does when my dad is away.

     My dad away that long I knew I would be easy prey for Emanuel. Days alone with him in the house made me very tempted to let him have me. As much as I knew in my own mind that I wanted to say yes to Emanuel if he asked to fuck me, I could never say yes. I feel that I would be vulnerable to him telling my dad.

    The first few days were a struggle, Emanuel was like a predator stalking me around the house jumping on my back wrestling me to the ground, touching me playfully at every opportunity. Making verbal inuendoes as he stroked his hands over my body. He was fully aware of the effect he was having on me. He made verbal threats. “I’m going to fuck you; I know that’s what you want. Why deny that you want me to fuck you.”

    Was he playing with me or was he serious? I knew he was getting frustrated and annoyed with my dad always away. It was having the same effect on him like it did with previous relationships my dad had. Emanuel was 28 and highly sexed, there was little sex and social life with my dad. Lack of sex made Emanuel frustrated and moody. He was getting more aggressive and nastier. He was taking his frustration out on me.

    I’m confused in my mind; he’s my dad’s boyfriend. I’m not out, I’m not relaxed about coming out to my dad. I have strong sexual urges towards Emanuel. He wants to fuck me, and I want him to fuck me. I just don’t know how to go about it. What if I said yes and it turned out that he wasn’t being serious? What if he told my dad?  

    It all came to a head one night when I was taking a shower. I was enjoying a long relaxing shower when suddenly the shower door opened. He stood there naked with a massive 8” hard. I shouted at him, “fuck off leave me alone.” I could see his eyes were bulging and his nostrils were flaring. He puckered his lips towards me. I flipped him off with a disgusted grimace, which made him laugh. He reached out with his hand and grabbed me around the neck, forcing me up against the wall of the shower. A surge of fear ran through my body as I struggled to get free.

    “You can’t or will not say yes to me fucking you. So, I’m going to rape you.” I screamed “NO, NOOOO.” I made several violent and ineffectual struggles with my arms and legs trying to repel him to no avail. He was far too strong for me to fight him off. He raised his hand and brought the palm of his hand hard across my face, before I had recovered from the shock, he slapped me across the face with the back of his hand. “The more you struggle the more you will get hurt,” he shouted at me. I was getting weaker the more I fought him. Why was I fighting him? I wanted him to fuck me. I had no choice now; he was dominating me. Instead of feeling revulsion I was starting to enjoy the body contact with him. All I at to do was let him have his way. I haven’t said yes, he’s forcing himself on me. He’s going to rape me and I’m too weak to resist.

    By now my legs were weak and started to give way. I fell to the ground on my hands and knees. Immediately he grabbed the back of my neck. “Stay down,” he shouted as he banged my head on the shower floor. All during the struggle the shower sprayed warm water over our bodies. I felt his fingers sliding along the crack of my ass then circling my anus. He moved his hand from the back of my neck, as he did, I started to raise my back. He punched me hard between my shoulder blades and shouted,” keep down bitch.” I immediately obeyed. He spread my ass cheeks apart and penetrated my hole with his finger. Sliding it up and down inside my ass. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “you like that”. It was a surreal moment I had never been finger fucked before. My reply to him was negative, “NO I FUCKING DON’T.”  He stroked his hand down the spine of my back and over the cheeks of my ass, as he continued to finger fuck me. “Guess you don’t like me doing that either do you boy?” I attempted to crawl away (why I don’t know, because what he was doing was so enjoyable) he grabbed my hair and pulled me back. Slapping my ass hard with his other hand. “You don’t fool me boy I know your enjoying me playing with you.” He reached between my legs and held my hard cock in his hand. “That tells me your excited boy.” He continued to finger fuck me until he had three fingers working my anus, loosening me ready for penetration. Now and then I would give out an uncontrollable loud moan.

    “I think you’re ready.” I heard him say as he spread my ass cheeks, I could feel the head of his hard cock sliding along the crack of my ass until it located my anus. He held me firmly by my hips while he prodded my anus with the head of his 8” cock. My body was twisting and contorting as he vigorously and violently tried to penetrate me. I was moaning and shouting at him to stop,” it hurts,” I screamed out, arrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Aarrrhhhhhhhhhhh!!! He didn’t stop until the head of his cock had penetrated me. The pain was shooting through my body.

    In all my sexual fantasies I had never imagined being fucked could be so painful. I was sweating so was he, I had tears in my eyes. He was breathing heavily as he paused for a while. He had his hands on my shoulders as he slowly penetrated me deeper. His thick long hard cock stretched the sides of my rectum as he forced it deeper into me. I was arching my back and giving out involuntary cries. Arrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh!! I kept screaming for him to “pull it out, it fucking hurts“AARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! He didn’t stop, he showed no sympathy. My sphincter resisted his vigorous thrusting. Giving me more pain causing me to scream out more, and for my body to twist and contort.

    My struggling and shouting made him more excited. My sphincter suddenly gave way and his hard cock slid all the way into me up to the hilt. I could feel his pubic hairs rubbing against my ass cheeks. He paused again for a few moments. He was moaning and breathing heavily. Sweat poured off him trickling onto my back. “that feels fucking good.” He said as he leaned down and kissed the nape of my neck. He placed one hand around my neck and the other on my shoulder as he vigorously fucked me hard.

    My cock spurted its load of juice over the shower floor, as Pain gave way to an intense feeling of pleasure. He held me tight as his body convulsed. I could feel his cock throbbing inside my rectum as it squirted copious amounts of his live sperm juices into me. The sensation I was experiencing was too overpowering, I just could not resist. I had fallen into obedient mode. Whatever he told me to do I would obey him. I no longer wanted to resist. When he stroked my back and ass cheeks, I stuck my ass up. “So, you like it now?” He asked “YEAHHHH!!! Fuck me some more” He lay on me resting. I stroked my hand over his legs and body that I could reach.

    “Do I have to rape you again to have sex with you or will you give yourself to me willingly?” “If you want to fuck me fuck me” The warm water still cascaded down on us as he told me to lie on my back and spread and raise my legs. He straddled me holding my legs down onto my shoulders, so my ass was raised for him to easily penetrate me.  I positioned his cock, so it was lined up with my anus. My anus was loose from the violent fucking he had just given me, so it slid into me easily on his sperm juice. After he fucked me a second time, we showered.

    “From now on when your dads away I fuck you when I want, you have to obey me. Or I tell your dad” I didn’t want my dad to know I was gay; I had no choice. Emanuel’s was the longest relationship my dad had up to when he left. He fucked and used me until he got tired of me. When he left, he never told my dad. Maybe that was just an idle threat to control me.  


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  • Balling the Jock

    Joe moved up close to Rick’s ultra thin, white bikini. He paused for a minute, relishing the sight of the big bulges in it. Rick’s long cock and swollen nuts had stretched and re-shaped the cloth so that it fit his equip­ment like a glove. Joe took hold of the elastic waistband. He started to peel the bikini down, gradually uncovering Rick’s stiff meat. What a sex muscle to behold; what big, round nuts! Joe stared. He always did. Even though the teens often met for a hot session of horseplay and sex-wrestling, each encounter seemed like the first, and best, for Joe.

    Up on his knees like Rick, Joe pulled the brief low enough so that he’d have plenty of room to give Rick’s hard maleness the full treatment. He drizzled oil down the cockhead and watched it cover the handsome, throbbing tool. Then he squeezed his hand into the warm, slippery flesh.

    Rick and Joe got into oil when they met two college guys who showed them some of its great benefits. The four would get their hunky bodies well oiled and have private wrestling parties that were too sexy for words. They’d go at each other for hours. The college jocks loved to give special “lessons” to the younger ones. They got a kick out of juicing them over and over until they made the little studs collapse from exhaustion. But Joe and Rick were fast learners. They went on to create a few special moves of their own. Trying them out on the older guys proved to be a lot of fun. And they scored a hit every time.

    Joe gushed his hand firmly up and down the rod. The movement of his hand was rapid at first, but soon it slowed way down. Joe really got into the slow, hard pull. Very hard, very slow. That’s one of the things that drove Rick wild. Doing it was a major turn-on for Joe, too. His own rod was pumped up and anxious to explode. Occasional spurts of hot cream had soaked the front of his thin, stretchy brief, making him more excited than ever. As Rick’s climax drew nearer, Joe turned his attention to his buddy’s tempting balls. He grabbed one with each hand. Rick groaned in pleasure. He knew what was coming……

    Joe and Rick had gained a lot of ball training from Todd, a friend of Joe’s big brother. Todd was a rowdy guy with an exceptionally solid physique. Joe practically worshipped him—his muscles, his wildness, his wrestling ability. He got a terrific thrill out of just being in the same room with Todd. He longed to touch the stud. Joe didn’t know it, but Todd felt the same way about the kid’s well-proportioned but not overly muscular body. Todd loved looking at Joe’s beautiful, denim-clad buns and bulging fly. He wanted to see what was underneath.

    Todd began to use a strategy that he hoped would bring about the desired result. He often stood or sat right next to Joe to encourage him to make physical contact. It wasn’t long before Joe responded—first with brief, occasional touching, then with some poking and ass-slapping. This kind of thing aroused both of them in a big way. Finally the two graduated to friendly but more aggressive horseplay, then to longer-held holds.

    One night after sunset, Todd and Joe began to horse around in the backyard. They soon found themselves down on the ground, locked together, each trying to gain the advantage. The kid’s hand pushed against Todd’s crotch by accident. This was the moment Todd had been waiting for.

    “So that’s how you wanna play!” he said.

    Immediately Todd’s hand darted between Joe’s legs and squeezed. Joe reacted by giggling rather than by trying to get away.

    “Nice nuts, man,” said Todd, keeping his hand around the balls. He gave them a good feel, complementing Joe on their size and hardness.

    Since Todd had Joe down on his belly and was sprawled on his back, the kid wasn’t going anywhere. He moved his hand up to Joe’s dick. It was hard and very long. He checked it out through the soft denim. “Why are you so hard, buddy? Do I turn you on?” he asked with a chuckle. He repeated the question and squeezed the shaft to force an answer.

    “Yeah, ya do turn me on,” said Joe, sighing in pleasure.

    “That’s what I thought.” He rubbed the Levi-encased tool slowly. “It’s time for you and me to get better acquainted. And this is the first thing I wanna get to know real well,” said Todd, giving the cock another long squeeze. “I think it likes me already!”

    Joe snickered. He felt the stud’s hand unbutton his Levi’s. It slipped under his brief and took hold of the hot shaft. Joe groaned as Todd grasped his meat firmly. The stud felt his way along every inch of the rigid cock, while the kid laid on the cool, night grass in total paradise.

    “You’ve got a great cock for rasslin, man,” said Todd. He bear hugged the tool to see how much the kid could take. It made Joe feel so fantastic and sexually charged that his man-cream suddenly ripped up through him, over­whelming the kid before he knew what happened. The juice exploded into his brief violently, almost as if the stud had pulled it out of him on command.

    That first encounter was the first of many to follow between the two guys. Joe was powerless in the face of Todd’s great strength, simply unable to stop the hunk from carrying out any plan of attack he had. But Joe wouldn’t have stopped him even if he could: he craved it.

    The stud was rough, and nuts were his specialty. He’d immobilize Joe with a crushing body scissors or crucifix, then “ball rassle” him until he shot off. But the kid kept coming back for more. Todd grew to respect him very much, to test and reward his sexual stamina. He made Joe squirm and struggle and pump for all he was worth.

    Rick’s first grapple with Todd was etched in his memory forever. Rick was at Joe’s house one afternoon, waiting for Joe and his brother to return from a trip to the store. No one else was at home, so Rick decided to kill a few minutes at the pool table in the basement. Before long Todd rapped at the door and came downstairs looking for Joe’s older brother, Mike.

    “Guess I’ll hang around for a while,” he said to Rick, plopping down on an old, beat-up sofa nearby. Todd was in no hurry. He liked being alone with Rick, who like Joe, oozed with sensuality and sexuality. Todd leaned back, focusing on one part of Rick’s body after another as the little jock moved around the table making shots. He studied everything from the thick blond hair to the feet. Since the afternoon was hot, Rick wore only a pair of snug denim shorts and a muscle tee.

    Whenever Rick turned his back toward Todd, the stud feasted his eyes on the eighteen-year-old’s gorgeous, curving buns. He could see the straps of a jock underneath. In front, the shorts gripped Rick’s crotch tightly, pulling his nuts forward as it wedged between them. Rick was beginning to body-build and Todd could see the development, especially in the kid’s thighs.

    “How ‘bout a game?” Todd asked.

    “Sure.”

    Todd found a cue and they began. Rick was a skilled player and it soon became obvious that he would trounce Todd. But Todd’s mind was on other, more important things.

    “You’re lookin’ good. Your workouts are payin’ off,” commented Todd.

    “Thanks. Got a way to go before I can look like you,” answered Rick, concentrating on his next shot.

    “You gotta good body for wrestlin.’ Ever do any?”

    “A little—not serious stuff. Sometimes Joe and I get into it,” said Rick as a ball dropped into the pocket.

    “Who usually wins?”

    “Me,” smiled Rick.

    He turned and bent over the table to aim for his next shot. With his legs spread wide and buns facing Todd, the stud couldn’t resist any longer. He moved the cue stick between Rick’s legs and put it against the guy’s crotch.

    Rick jumped and spun around when he felt the contact. “That’s cheatin’, man!” he grinned, shielding his crotch with a hand momentarily.

    “Yeah, but it’s fun!” responded Todd.

    Rick went back to the game and took aim again. Todd stuck the cue into the teen’s crotch once more, only this time put a little more pressure on the nuts.

    “Hey, come on,” protested Rick, but Todd kept the cue where it was. He finally swung a leg over the stick and escaped. Now facing Todd, Rick saw the end of the cue move toward his balls. He grabbed it. A tug-of-war ensued as the guys tried to push the stick into each other’s crotch. At last Todd yanked the cue out of Rick’s hands and with lightning speed had the tip against the guy’s basket.

    Rick froze. The fun had stopped. He looked down with a worried expression on his face. Todd had managed to get the point of the stick squarely on one of his balls. He didn’t dare to grab the cue. Todd was unpredictable and this was no time to make a mistake! Todd used the stick to prod Rick backward until his back hit the wall.

    “This is the kind of pool I’m good at!” grinned Todd. “How about this ball in the side pocket!” He nudged the hard testicle with the stick.

    Rick gasped, not so much from any discomfort, but from fearing what Todd could do.

    “What do ya want, man?” asked Rick in desperation.

    “I wanna wrestle you.”

    This was an offer Rick couldn’t turn down. At least his balls would be free of the stick.

    “Deal,” he said.

    Todd threw down the cue. “Come and get me,” he challenged, motioning for Rick to step forward. Rick charged—right into a bear hug. Todd showed him no mercy. He put all his strength into the hold, lifting Rick up high and not letting him go. Todd felt the kid’s rod hardening against his gut. It’s what he’d hoped for. He shook Rick back and forth, easily handling the lightweight.

    “I give!” yelled Rick.

    “Not so fast! This is too much fun!” responded Todd. He waited for Rick’s cock to become fully erect before releasing him. Then he pushed the kid back to the wall again and held him there by jamming an elbow against his throat. Todd grabbed Rick’s cock with his other hand. It was easy through the well-worn denim.

    “Watcha got here?” he teased, rubbing his hand slowly up and down the rock-like tool. “A guy with a dick like this shouldn’t hide it.” Todd deftly opened the teen’s shorts and sent them to the floor. Then he pulled the jockstrap down just under the basket, allowing it to force the balls for­ward. He looked down at the upright shaft. “Damn good. Damn good,” he said.

    Todd gripped the rod tightly. “This is what I like to wrestle the most,” said the stud. He slowly wrenched the cock downward, gradually forcing Rick to his knees. The stud removed the elbow from Rick’s throat and replaced it with his hand. The hold wasn’t a choke, but it kept Rick in place, which is just what Todd wanted. The stud worked Rick’s shaft with his other hand. It grew longer and harder.

    “Yeah,” said Todd, sensing that victory was near. “Ya can’t fight it,” he gloated. “Nothin’ I like better than a good, wet submission!”

    Rick grunted in pleasure as Todd squeezed, pulled and grappled his throb­bing shaft. He hold couldn’t back the raging pleasure in his cock. His whole body shuddered. He spread his legs wide and uttered a deep yell as the sex juice squirted out of the tool onto Todd’s worn, tight Levi’s. Todd didn’t let go until he’d milked the teen dry.

    Rick sank onto the sofa to rest. Meanwhile, the victor stripped down to his bulging jockstrap. He gazed for several minutes at the still-hard teen.

    “Let’s do another one, O.K?” said Todd.

    “I can’t,” said Rick.

    Todd ignored the comment. “O.K?” he repeated with more emphasis.

    Rick jumped up to escape, but didn’t get very far. Todd immediately captured the teen and began pinching into his firm, young nipples. “O.K?” he asked again, torturing the tits to force a reply.

    Rick cried out in pain. Todd continued the torture until the kid finally agreed. “O.K., O.K.,” he said, “Once more.”

    They both stood up. “But you gotta strip, too,” challenged Rick.

    The stud flipped off his jock to reveal a whopper of a rod. His balls were smaller than Rick’s, but the basket was like a smooth, round rock hanging between his legs. Rick was so distracted by the sight that he didn’t move aside quick enough when Todd attacked. The wrestler went for the legs and had the younger guy’s back on the floor in nothing flat. He slammed a hand into Rick’s gut and squeezed. It was one of his “fun” moves, a claw hold that was hardly fun for the dude on the receiving end. Todd had used the gut claw on plenty of guys, so he really knew how to do it. But the claw he liked best was the one applied to a guy’s balls. It didn’t matter to Todd what the guy was wearing. Even with jeans on he couldn’t escape the impact, and result, of Todd’s claw.

    Rick yelled as Todd buried his hand deeper into the gut. The kid was shocked by the power of this hold, but it was nothing compared to what the taller jock had in store for him. Todd was only softening him up, and now he was going to get down to business. He gazed hungrily at Rick’s handsome balls. His longing to possess them would finally be fulfilled. The jock pushed the palm of his free hand against Rick’s basket and locked his fingers onto the base of the rod. It felt so satisfying to have a solid grip on the teen’s nuts. For Todd this was the ultimate way to control a guy and to be in seventh heaven while doing it. He tried some test squeezes, then went to work ravenously.

    Rick suffered dearly under the double claw assault. But it was the crotch claw that would make him Todd’s slave, unless he could break away soon. He tried pulling the hand out of his gut, but didn’t have the strength to budge it. In desperation the kid raised his head off the floor and started to bite the jock’s upper arm. Todd shouted in pain as Rick’s teeth tore into the bulging biceps. Although he swiftly withdrew his arm from the gut, he continued the torture hold on the guy’s sex pouch.

    Rick swung a leg up and smashed his foot into Todd’s side. The jock fell over onto Rick’s legs, stunned. Rick glanced at his aching basket to be sure it was O.K. He cupped a hand around it and started to get up. But Todd was already on his feet. He seized one of Rick’s ankles and jerked it upward. The kid’s shoulders hit the floor. Todd recaptured the leg and began to twist

    it. Rick pressed both hands to his head in misery as Todd brutalized the leg. After convincing himself that the leg had been weakened sufficiently, the jock threw it down and rolled the little stud over. Then he sat on the kid’s lower back and snaked a hand into his crotch. He clutched the teen’s balls, ready to get into some serious ball-rasslin.’

    First he put a continuous pull on the basket, slowly stretching it back between the buns. Rick gasped while Todd pulled the basket as far as he could and held it there. The jock coiled five fingers around each ball and started squeezing and massaging. As they hardened more and more, Todd dug deeper. Applying the hold electrified him. He tingled with raw sex power. His cock stood straight up, his excited cream boiled inside him. He flexed his biceps and increased the pressure on the teen’s macho nuts.

    Rick clamped his teeth together and prayed. Todd adjusted his fingers for a different move. He pushed the balls against each other and gave the whole basket a slow twist.

    “How do ya like my screw hold, kid?”

    Rick moaned. His body began to sweat. Todd turned the basket in the opposite direction, forced it to its limit, and watched Rick stiffen in terror. Todd knew the balls needed a rest. He released them and crawled onto Rick’s left thigh. The jock picked up the kid’s leg at the calf and bent it back over his own leg, putting tremendous pressure on the knee. He worked it for a minute or so before transforming the hold into a single-leg Boston crab. Todd stood up, pulling the leg with him. He wrenched it backward until Rick’s cock was off the floor. The teen yelled out a submission, but Todd ignored it. He went to a full crab, being sure that the legs were back far enough so an escape was impossible. Todd’s tool twitched nervously, eager to spit jock cream.

    Todd heard a noise from upstairs. Mike and Joe had come back.

    “Hey, you guys wanna see two naked wrestlers? Get down here!” he yelled.

    “You watchin’ a porn video?” asked Mike as the two bounded downstairs.

    “Somethin’ better!” answered Todd.

    The brothers were instantly turned on by what they saw—a juicy full crab and two naked guys with hard cocks!

    “Wanna help me finish off your buddy?” Todd asked Joe.

    “Wouldn’t miss a chance like that!” said Joe with a smile.

    “Here Mike, take over,” said Todd.

    Mike positioned himself behind Todd and took Rick’s legs. Now with both of his hands free, and the kid’s crotch right below him, Todd could work on the kid’s nuts with even greater ease than before. He gripped one in each hand. Rick gasped in pleasure as Todd began squeezing his maleness. At the same time Joe got down in front of Rick and closed his lips around his buddy’s waiting rod.

    “Yeah, yeah,” he gasped as Joe flooded his cock with pleasure.

    Todd increased the sensation. He pulled the teen’s gonads toward him, stretching the ballsack to its limit. Rick cried out in ecstasy. Todd repeated the move again and again, slowly jacking off the balls while he squeezed them passionately.

    “Get him!” shouted Mike.

    Todd scooped up the balls. “Here’s one for you, Mike!” He stretched the basket higher than ever. Rick nearly went out of his mind with pleasure. His groans became continuous as the juice thickened in his balls. Todd would have held the teen’s rocks all day, but it was time to make him cum. He gave the kid one more huge gonad-stretch and that finished him. Rick’s juice shot through his rod and into Joe with breathtaking pleasure.

    Todd’s cock, ready for an orgasm delayed far too long, reared up. Mike knew what it wanted, and growling like a bear, grabbed the shaft from behind. He used it to muscle his buddy to the floor on his belly. Then keeping his arms wrapped tightly around the jock’s waist, Mike bear hugged the swollen tool ferociously. That was it for Todd. The jock signaled his orgasm with a loud, rasping yell. Cum let loose in long jets, blasting the floor and Todd’s chest. Mike rolled his buddy over on top of him so Joe and Rick could watch the fireworks. The spellbound teens stared as Mike continued to squeeze load after load of juice out of the jock from underneath him.

    When it was finally over, Todd’s body glistened with cum. His cock con­tinued to buck for several minutes, and he could feel Mike’s hand around it for days afterward……

    Joe recalled all this as he tightened his fingers around Rick’s balls. This time, thanks to Todd, Rick was well-prepared for a long session of ball rasslin.’ Joe planned to do it like Todd would have, except that he was itching to try a few new twists and experiments. Rick’s nuts expanded and hardened in Joe’s hands. He was ready for anything his buddy had in mind. Just like always.

    (end)


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  • Daddy Breeds me for a Week

    At one point somewhere over the Pacific I laughed to myself thinking that here I was enjoying a business class seat to meet a trick 10,000 miles away and then there are guys online who think 2 miles is too far away.

    Now being the good slut that I am, with a 12 hour layover in Singapore, I hopped onto manhunt and had a nice little diversion in my hotel. A story for another time but a cute Asian bottom bouncing up and down on my raw dick is great for jet lag.

    Back on board, another 11 hours to go, I was getting a little nervous about meeting this guy. He had insisted I stay with him and even though he said his partner was away I figured I better have the back up of a hotel even if I don’t use it. 

    Plus part of the fantasy was that he was going to whisper nasty things in my ear while we enjoyed a drink in the hotel lobby bar.

    So I got there and we agreed to meet later that night which gave me time to get in a butt lifting, pec inflating and ab tightening workout in and go through the longest clean-out in my entire life!

    I chose tight jeans that literally had to be peeled off my ass, underneath a sexy Andrew Christian jock strap, a nice tight black polo that showed off my biceps a little and a cute pair of yellow trainers that I envisioned having on when I get down to the jock strap later.

    He arrived a little late but it was well worth the wait. Slightly taller than me,he chose tight enhancing jeans as well and as you know from my other stories, a guy with thick thighs gets me going and this guy had a pair that looked incredible. Hunky didn’t do it justice, but here striding across the hotel lobby was a fine looking man packing a 10” cock that I was ready to enjoy.

    We had an instant connection over a drink which made me glad I made the trip even if I still didn’t have his babies in my guts.

    No sooner had I thought to myself, “this is a sweet guy, total date material,” than he leaned over and whispered in my ear;

    “This n*gga is gonna rape that pussy here on the bar if we don’t go back to your room. Give me your hand.”

    We were sitting on two facing stools at the bar and he openly grabbed my hand and placed it on the inner thigh of his right leg. 

    His snake of a dick was rock hard and running down his leg. 

    Remember that scene from Police Academy where Steve Gutenberg puts a balloon down his pants to impress the tailor? This was that. I didn’t want to let go.

    I stroked the length of his dick through the jeans and he opened his legs even wider and let out a very audible moan which caused a number of people to turn around and stare.

    Ok, I thought, I am practically dry humping this stud of a man in the bar and I sensed that he would literally rape me right there without a care in the world so I jauntily hopped off the stool and adjusted my own boner. We had to run the gauntlet of other patrons in the bar but whereas I was being modest, my lover, slowly swung his legs around off the stool and stood up with his 10” noticeable even to a blind man.

    “Don’t forget,” he said as he leaned in for a whisper in my ear, “Make sure these fuckers know that white pussy belongs to my n*gga dick.”

    I grabbed his hand and with him trailing behind, I almost proudly walked out of the bar. I didn’t look behind but from the gasping looks the others were giving me, this bull stud of a man was showing off and he told me later that for the entire walk through the bar he was staring at my ass openly smiling with a look of “I am gonna rape this boy” on his face which explained the gasps.

    Thankfully I had a chosen a chic gay friendly hotel otherwise I might have been kicked out but we got into the elevator and pulled me close to his body and gave me a long tender kiss. “If I don’t say it later, I’m glad you came, not only does that ass drive me wild but you’re a sweet guy,” he said as he planted his loving kiss.

    Once in the room, we continued to make out and grope each other for a long time. I was mesmerised by how much we connected and every time I felt his dick still running down the leg of his jeans my ass twitched.

    The tenderness of this moment continued as he cupped my ass cheeks and I collapsed like a little boy into his arms with my arms folded up against his big pecs. You know the porn star Max Konnor? Picture that body slightly taller and that’s the scene.

    “I could go on like this forever, but I wasn’t kidding, you have turned this respectable black man into a hungry n*gga,” and with that, almost like a switch turning on, he bit my lip and his demeanour went from tender to animal in seconds.

    “Get to work on my black dick white boy,” he said as he pushed me down.

    He didn’t really have to ask twice but his dick was so far down the leg of his jeans that I literally had to pull them all the way down to his knees to free it.

    I wrapped my right hand around the shaft and with my left, cupped his big bull nuts and started to swallow him inch by inch.

    “Yeah, tug those n*gga balls white boy, wake those n*ggas up, I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you,” he moaned as I blew his magnificent dick and obeyed is every command.

    It hadn’t come across in our video chats but he really loved his balls being tugged and they were so big, like two eggs and by now I can’t help but think of the load that was waiting for me.

    I sucked him for a good thirty minutes and he gagged and choked me with it. When he’d pull out, gobs and streams of spittle would dangle down and he made me lick it all back up when he shoved it back down my throat. My eyes watering, my lower face covered in spittle he said, “imagine what it’s gonna be like when this n*gga smashes that white pussy open.”

    I didn’t have to wait all that long for that to happen and let me say, thank god for poppers.

    I lost track of time but I know at one point the clock showed 2am and I remember we met at 8pm for a drink so for a good 5 hours he had been n fucking me already and we wouldn’t finish the night until almost 5am.

    He carried me around like a rag doll, splayed on his dick, bounced me up and down while I cried out for his bone in my guts. He fucked me so hard and so long that when he would relent and take a short rest my ass would quiver and shake almost like it still had a butt plug inside.

    My shaking and convulsing just made him want more of my ass, and he would resume his breeding.

    His favourite positions were any where I was pinned down and unable to move. I could tell that when I was 100% submitted to his god like body he was driven by rage, one hand on the back of my head, one on the small of my back, he would grunt and sweat as he pounded me relentlessly. He used his knees to spread my legs and of course his thrusting was accompanied with his nasty talk, “fucking open that fucking white pussy for your n*gga, it’s mine to destroy, I am gonna wreck your hole, fucking bury my babies so deep,” and so on and so on.

    Slap slap slap slap, 10” in, 10” out, his big bull nuts slapped against my own dick which he had tugged backward and I felt akin to a chicken breast that had just been butterflied. 

    Nice visual eh?

    When he finally came it was intense. He laid down on top of my body and put his arms under my chest and back up over my shoulders to pin me down completely. He closed my legs and pressed them tight while his ass bounced up and down. I was having trouble breathing and almost said to stop but with one final grunt and a whole string of racial expletives, he convulsed and pumped his load deep into my guts. His 10” was all the through the second hole so this load wasn’t coming out for a long time and I was in heaven.

    My ass was shaking as he pulled out and I seriously worried it would spur another round of fucking as my ass gurgled and burped out some cum but he was exhausted and we both were panting like dogs.

    “Come here cutie,” he said as he pulled me close to his chest. As I got into position, resting my head on his shoulder he slapped my ass a little muttering something about my white pussy but within a few minutes we both passed out from exhaustion.

    We slept in until about noon the next morning and continued to enjoy each other’s company for the week I was there.

    He took me around, showed me the sights but most of the time was spent fucking my brains out. We went to the beach one day and my square cut speedos turned him on so much that he fucked me in the back seat of his SUV in parking lot. He stood in the door and I took his dick while other beachgoers went about. Well, it was a gay beach so this wasn’t abnormal.

    The whole week was a blur of sexual adventure but one particular highlight was the night we went to the local sauna. We rented the mirrored sling room which had a bed and sling and space for the 4 other fine black men he invited to join. When he said “I am gonna n*gga gang rape your pussy,” he wasn’t kidding, and this was my final night in town, fucked full of dick and cum.

    After the four guys had left and perhaps because our time together was coming to an end, his nastiness turned very sweet and he made very non-dominating love to me one last time.

    Not that he would have to force himself on me, even in this sensual moment, my entire body wrapped around him as he pumped his final load in my guts.

    The next day he drove me to the airport, gave me a huge kiss and hug, slapped my ass one last time and said goodbye with, “this n*gga is gonna miss his white boy pussy.”

    I’m pretty sure my ass was still shaking most of the flight home and in need of a serious but I suspect I’ll be heading back for another week of fun soon enough.


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