BALLS ON THE MAT
We have seen each other at the gym, the beach and in the locker room at school. We have never met or talked. We have seen each other in all states of dress and undress, but we have never touched. We are attracted each other's muscular builds, the broad shoulders, large well developed pecs, the bulging biceps, and strong legs. Both of our baskets contain ample equiptment and we dislay them with pride. At 6' you are taller then me at 5'10", you weigh 185 pounds to my 165 but are builds are proportional to our relative sizes. We are also equally handsome, with moustaches and short hair. One night we are in the same bar, each talking to our own close friends, but well aware of the other's presence. By chance we both end up at the bar to order drinks. The crowd closes in, if as by design, we are pressed tightly together. We smile at each other, but neither speaks. I notice that you are pleased with our forced meeting and enjoy being in contact with me.
I comment, "Boy it sure is crowded in here tonight you can hardly move!"
You respond "It sure is, and since it appears that we won't be going anywhere for a while my name is Bill."
I smile back and say "I'm Dave, we might as well become better acquainted." We are both pleased with our successful meeting. Since we are both quiet and a little shy, neither one of us is really good at cruising
We wander back to our separate circles of friends but we both keep a close watch on the other. When most of our friends have drifted off, I look directly into your eyes and head for the john. Soon I sense your prescence behind me in line. You wrap your arm around me and allow it to slip down to my ass. I let my left hand drop, and it quickly finds your bulging basket. Your balls are huge and your cock hardens, as I stroke your crotch. As we turn and face each other, you slip your hand into my levis and grope my stiff dick and hot hairless balls. While we are waiting for a free urninal, we talk again and find out that we both like to wrestle, generally no holds barred but also free style. We agree to get together later that night for a private match of muscle and .... After we relieve oursevels of several used beers, we return to our friends and excuse oursevels. When I find out that you don't have a car, I offer to drive you home.
In the car we continue to discuss wrestling. When I mention that I am a member of a local wrestling club and that I have a key to our private workout room, your eyes light up, and your hand slips between my legs and cups my basket. I return the grope. We reach our destination, an old wharehouse in the industrial part of town, hard and ready. We step out of the car and I unlock the front door. There is only a night light burning but I know the way to the room where the mat is by heart. As we climb up the dark stairs, I flip on the light switch, illuminating the mat with a soft glow. After we reach the top of the stairs, we step over to the benches and undress each other. When we are stripped to our jocks we embrace and hold each other in a bear hug. We walk hand in hand to the center of the mat.
We assume the referee's position, I am on the bottom, but that will soon change. When you slap my gut to signal that you are ready to wrestle, I sit out and escape. Now we are both standing and facing each other. We close and lock up, each grabbing the back of the other's neck, as we search for a opening to excicute a take down. I am handycapped because of your heigth advantage and your longer arms. I attempt to take you down with a double leg take down but you block me. You grab my right biceps, drop to one knee, shove your right arm through my crotch and throw me with a fireman's carry. I fall on my back. You land on top of my chest, your arm still buried deep in my crotch, your biceps flexing against my jock encased balls. As I struggle to escape your hold, you flex your biceps even more. With each squeeze my cock grows harder, as you feel it lengthen, you realize that I really enjoy having my balls worked on. To throw you off of me I place my hand over your jock pouch, and with a mighty heave toss you off. Again we are both standing, but our cocks are straining at the fabric of our jocks, attempting to poke a hole in the mesh pouches. We lock up again, this time I take you down, but instead of a fireman's carry I slip my right arm under your left arm pit and grab your right biceps. I rock you back and forth several times until you loose your balance then I lift with my right arm and pull down with my left. Suddenly your feet are off the mat and you are flying through the air. I drop you on your back and fall across your chest, you have become the victim of a laterial drop. I snake my left arm around your neck and lock you in a half nelson, then I manage to join my hands together and you are locked in a craddle. After you realized that I have pinned your shoulders to the mat you give in. We both roll around the mat, just enjoying each other's manly body and scents. We are both sweating profusely from all the muscle flexing excerise.
Playfully you rip my jock off, allowing my cock and balls to hang free. Immediately I hook my fingers into the bottom of your jock pouch where the leg bands come together and yank your jock off, the waist band drags across your stiff dick before it springs free. Again we are equal, equally naked, hot, hung and horny. Sweat is running down our foreheads, and the hair on our chests is matted and sweat soaked. We resume our wrestling match by starting on our knees instead of standing. But as we grapple with each other our sweatly bodies will prevent either of us from completing many effective holds. We are both trying to gain the advantage over the other, but each time that it appears that one of us will gain the upper hand the other escapes and we must start all over again. After several hours, we are finally getting winded. We wrap our arms around each other and crush our bodies together in mutual bear hugs.
When I accidently force my thigh against your balls, you let out a long sigh. When I look puzzled, and appologize for bumping your balls.
You reply "Don't stop! I really enjoy it."
Your balls are much larger than mine and the skin of your sac is much thicker. You explain that your balls are relatively insensetive to pain and the fact that you have trouble finding people that understand this. "The two choices seem to be either some maniac that wants to castrate me or the other extreem someone who just doesn't understand HOW to play rough, the results are usually the same, I end up with sore nuts. But you seem to know what you want and how go get it."
We start off easy each fondling and caressing the sac that hangs between our legs. We squeeze and knead each other's balls working them back and forth in the bag of flesh that contains them. You go down on my fat stiff dick and take all it in your hot mouth. Your tounge flicks across the head of my cock stimulating it more as you attempt to suck the juices from my nuts. Then I twist around and kiss your balls, running my tounge all over your SAC, tasting and savoring every part of it before I suck your left nut into my mouth. Your balls are so big that I cannot get both of them into my mouth at the same time, so you will just have to let me work on one at a time. When I stop sucking on your balls and take your rigid pole into my mouth, you exchange my balls for my cock and suck on them. I suck in my breath and let out a low moan when you have both of my balls in your mouth at the same time. When I accidently slap your balls, you say to me "You can pull, chew or squeeze my balls as much as you want, but don't hit." I say that I'm sorry, but I have to find out what your limits are.
My fingers find your loose sac and I wrap my fingers tightly around your low hanging nuts, traping your balls. Slowly I begin to squeeze the two orbs between my fingers, using the steel talon like grip of my right hand. Thene I begin to twist your sac, pulling and stretching it to the limit of its elasticity. Your huge balls are straining for relief from their confinement even while I am trying to compress them into a smaller mass with each passing second. The pain is approaching the excruting point, when I suddenly relax my grip and allow your nuts to spring free, returning them to their original shape and size. With the sudden release, you almost pass out as the blood surges into your testicles with the speed and force of an express train. The blood vessles expand and your balls swell with the pressure, but your freedom is short lived as my hand clamps shut on your sac, flattening your nuts again. I pump your balls with my muscular grip, alternately squeezing and releasing them, like one would use a tennis ball to develop one's fore arms. With each cycle I increase the pressure, little by little, until you are begging for me to stop and not bust your balls. When one hand tires I switch to the other until finally the fingers in both of my hands starting to cramp from my constant flexing of the muscles in my fore arms as I ever more brutely massage your balls. I allow you to regain your breath because your breathing has become heavyer and heavier with each new squeeze. Then I begin to use my thigh to press and rub against the thick skin of your abused scrotum. You become estatic as I force my leg into your crotch and rock my thigh back and forth against your cock and balls in a sawing motion, trying to separate your right NUT from the left, while my thigh grates against your rigid dick. Again as my leg begins to tire I trade off and use the other, until I bring my right knee up and begin to dig it into your crotch. I use the hard bony point of my knee to grind your balls even more as I force it deeper into your balls much like a miner would drill into soild rock seeking a vein of gold. I begin to slowly grind your balls against your pubic bone, again flattening them and forcing them apart. While I have your nuts separated with my knee, I force them against the soft tissue of your sac, stretching it further. I continue to test the toughness of your gonads, stimulating all of the nerves in your scrotum and testicles, sending rivers of pleasurable pain coursing through your body. Your balls are churning with excitement and seeking to unload the massive load of cum that you have generated and saved up for this special occasion. You are moaning loudly and your body is rolling from side to side from the intense stimulation I am inflicting on your bulging basket. Your head is rolling from side to side as I continue to grind your balls with my knee and rub my hard muscular thigh against the tender underside of your rigid cock. I am driving you mad with the intense pressure that I am applying to your leather sac. Your are nearing the point of orgasimM, your jock is dripping with precum juices that are flowing in enough quanity to throughly bathe your cock and balls with the thin slipperly clear fluid. There is enough to lubericate my thigh and to reduce the coeficient of friction to near zero, allowing our flesh to slide almost effortlessly. Quickly I realize that you are about to release that massive load of cum that is straining to erupt like "OLD FAITHFUL" at Yellow Stone Park. Your body is spasming with the approaching ultimate relief, when I suddenly stop administering pleasure to your hard, swollen manhood. I seize both of your wrists with my hands, locking my fingers tightly around them. I force your hands away from your joy stick to prevent you from gaining instant satisfaction, as I slide my body over yours. I press my hairy, sweaty chest against yours and our nipples grate against each other, causing them to harden into small vocanoes. As our sweat slickened bodies slide against each other, our groins meet. Our stiff dicks come in contact for the first time and the two rigid prongs work against each other heightening our mutual affection of each other. Our shaved balls bang together as our hips grind together, cock to cock, balls to balls, and bush to bush. I slip my rigid cock lower and lower until I drive it into your scrotum attempting to spear your balls, to impail them with my rigid tool. Slowly I grind the tip of my battering ram against your sac, smearing both your juices and mine over the smooth surface, until your balls are drenched with the slick sticky fluid. As we both seek to release our loads, I begin to use my stiff dick as a battering ram, pounding it into your nuts, first the left then the right, left, right, left, right. Again and again the head of my cock tries to penetrate your scrotum, with each thrust I massage your two orbs of pleasure, the quivering flesh is restrained by the thick layer of skin. Soon your whole body is quivering with excitement, just waiting for the proper moment. Ooohs and aughs escape from your lips as your body arches. The tension is growing stronger and stronger, I release your wrists. You wrap your large muscular arms around my back and clamp our bodies even closer together, almost causing the sweat and jucies to squirt from between them. Then I stop grinding your balls with my cock and replace it with my thigh. As we continue to rock back and forth, our bodies sliding effortlessly against each other, I rub my thigh along side your cock and press it against your balls. Finally we both have reached the limits of our restraint, we can no longer contain the ultimate release. Our cocks erupt with a massive flow of cum, filling every gap between our tight stomachs, mingling with the sweat and hair. Again and again the waves of thick white fuild issue from the tips of our cocks. With each new blast, our balls spasm and contract until they have emptied themsevels and our sacs have schriveled and contracted tightly against our crotchs. We continue to clutch each other tightly. Our hands wander aimlessly over each others body, searching for some part that did not receive its fair share of attention. Our hands finally slip between our cum drenched bodies, our fingers worm their way into each others groins. Until they reach the other's spent balls, with one last heavy squeeze we both fall asleep.