GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/gay004.txt

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.                     CHICKEN-FIGHT BLASTOFF

.                         by David Rider

   A lot of gay guys are into wrestling. My college roommate
was; the body contact turned him on and I guess that motivation
contributed to his success on the wrestling team. That was
before Nautilus machines, and he and his teammates used to use
each other as live weight for exercises, partly because wrestlers
have to be able to withstand their opponents' weight without
crumpling.

 I'll never forget the first night he asked me to help him
out with exercises in our room while we were lounging around in
our jockey shorts. Ray was well over six feet and very muscular,
and when I jumped astride his back as he bent over to do the
"donkey" calf exercise I could feel his muscles moving between my
bare thighs as he rose up and down on his toes. But the real
treat was mounting his shoulders, straddling the back of his
powerful neck with my legs gripping his sides and my feet tucked
behind his back, while he did squats and then lunges, going for-
ward with each leg in turn. I always loved riding piggyback, and
those strong neck muscles moving in my crotch were an incredible
turnon, and in no time I was hard. Fortunately he loved being
straddled, and he got turned on as well.

 This led to a lot of fun, as you can imagine. One of the
times I remeber best was when I visited Ray during the summer at
his folks' beach house. The evening I arrived he had two other
friends already there. One I knew: Rocky was a heavily-muscled
Italian, a member of Ray's wrestling team with thick, curly black
hair that contrasted sharply with Ray's blond good looks.
Rocky's friend Chip was younger, just a freshman, and a lot smal-
ler. He turned out to be a runner and a gymnast, and his nice
compact build looked good in his white Speedos, but he was even
shorter than I. I lost no time in stripping to my own Speedos,
pulling them up so that the smooth nylon felt nice and tight; I
was into swimming and horseback riding and liked the way my lean,
taut body looked and felt in the brief blue swimsuit. I followed
the others out to the private beach and in no time we were in the
water horsing around -- literally.

 Ray and I knew what we liked, so it was no surprise when he
dove down behind me, grabbed my hips, ducked his head between my
thighs, and pressed his neck up into my crotch, standing up with
me riding his shoulders. I really loved it, and it was my good
luck that he felt the same way. Chip stared for a moment, watch-
ing me wriggling into position, centering my weight astride Ray,
and gripping his sides with my legs as Ray jumped around a bit
beneath me. "Hey, that looks like fun," he finally, yelled.
"How about a chicken fight?"

 Rocky was certainly willing. He bent his knees a bit, and
Chip put his hands on the big bodybuilder's shoulders and vaulted
quickly astride his neck, tucked his feet behind Rocky's back
like an experienced shoulder jockey, and was ready to attack. I
really liked the way he looked astride Rocky's neck, but I had
little time to admire his riding form before Rocky and Ray plowed
into each other, and Chip and I started trying to unseat each
other. Ray and Rocky wrapped muscled arms around our legs as we
struggled, and as I managed to trap Chip in a brief headlock,
Ray's hands moved up to grip my thighs, pressing them tighter
astride his neck. As Chip and I tried two twist each other off
our mounts' shoulders, Chip grabbed me in a bear hug, which
forced Ray and Rocky to slam into each other in order to keep
their balance, chest to chest and basket to basket. We were all
laughing like crazy, but I became aware of the two wrestlers' mo-
tion below, muscle grinding against muscle and crotch against
crotch. As Ray and I we finally pulled free in the shallow surf,
with both riders still astride, I noticed that Rocky's bull meat
was beginning to make a very noticeable bulge in his black
Speedos. In fact, it was clearly on its way straight up and
beginning to fight the pressure of the drawstring. In seconds
the four of us were at it again, with the slap of hands and arms
mixing with the thud of Rocky's and Ray's sturdy bodies bumping
into each other again and again. I couldn't help noticing that
Rocky's cock was getting really hard, even beginning to work its
way up out of his Speedos. Chip grabbed my hair, but even as I
yelled "Foul!" my impatience for Ray to move in closer made me
thrust my hips forward against the back of his head, and it had
the effect it always does: I was getting hard as hell.

 At this point Ray and Rocky tripped over each other's feet
and the four of us were dunked. But not for long -- by common
consent, Chip and I switched mounts, both of us springing to our
"horses'" shoulders. "You feel good up there," Rocky told me.
"I feel GREAT up here," I replied, settling in astride his mus-
cular neck, and noticing that I could just barely feel the
bristle of his curly hair through my thin Speedos. But we were
at it again. By this time it was clear that Chip, too, was get-
ting a hardon. Watching this compact, well-built boy jockeying
Ray's shoulders with his growing boner coming into view with
every bounce added to my own excitement, but it wasn't long
before we were floundering again in the surf.

 By now we were all hard. I suspect this was a new ex-
perience for Chip, but kids his age are easily turned on, and he
was staring more and more at my own hardon, which had found its
way over the top of my Speedos and had begun making an appearance
among Rocky's black curls as I rode him. Ray said "Let's get out
of these suits. I want to feel you guys riding us bareback!"

 That was all I needed to hear to put the finishing touches
on my hardon. Rocky ducked between Chip's bare thighs just as I
felt Ray's neck rise into my own bare crotch, and in no time we
were mounted again, hot naked jockeys astride our powerful,
equally excited mounts. Their excitement made Ray and Rocky a
bit unsteady, and Chip and I had to grab our "horses" heads and
grip squeeze our thighs tightly astride their necks to keep our
seats. Chip grabbed a handful of Rocky's hair even as I pulled
Ray's head back against my hot rod. Our balls, now resting naked
on our mounts' backs, were tickled by their hair, and again I
felt Ray's strong hands gripping my thighs.

 It wasn't much of a fight. The "horses'" cocks were bobbing
in and out of the water, Ray's the longest, but Rocky's thicker
and heavily veined. Chip and I were very excited too, but I had
ridden Ray like this before and decided I wanted a little
variety. "Let's switch mounts again!" I suggested. Chip was all
for it, and quickly jumped off Rocky's shoulders. I swung one
bare leg around so that I was straddling one of Ray's thick
shoulders, and he raised his arm to press against my back, which
pushed my crotch tight up against his neck and my cock against
his ear. Then he let me slide down his arm to dismount. Chip
jumped quickly on Ray's shoulders, wiggling delightedly into
position, but I mounted Rocky the way I had dismounted from Ray,
first straddling his left shoulder, gripping Rocky's big chest
and back between my thighs, then swinging my right leg around his
neck and thus mounting his broad shoulders, a very turned-on
naked jockey astride a very willing mount.

 Ray and Rocky lost no time, and began jerking each other
off. Chip, unable to hold Ray's smooth blond hair, had to wrap
an arm around and under the big stud's chin. Chip began moaning
as he thrust his hips against Ray's neck and head, his cock
mashed between Ray's head and his own belly with each thrust, his
bare thighs tightening spasmodically. He reached down to grab
one of Ray's hard pecs, and Ray flexed his pecs for his frenzied
young rider, gripping Chip's thighs with his big hands. Suddenly
Chip yelled out in ecstasy and a long spurt of cum shot past
Ray's ear into the surf. Chip went limp and leaned forward on
Ray, just as Ray and Rocky exploded simultaneously beneath us.

 It was incredible. I had held out as long as I could, but
by now I was humping madly astride Rocky, my hands buried in his
thick hair, and he twisted his head against my iron-hard cock as
I rode him so that I found myself alternately fucking the back of
his head, then his ear, then the other side of his head. Rocky
let go of Ray's cock and began stroking my thighs, heightening my
pleasure, and my own spasms began as I humped astride Rocky's
smooth, strong neck, feeling the muscles move against my cock as
my balls bounced on his shoulders, until a long cascade of jism
arced over the top of his head into the water. Soon after, we
were sprawled, exhausted, on the beach -- but it was an unforget-
table ride.

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