Wrestling Straight Friend

Me (18m) and my friend Joel (19m) have been best friends for years. We are super close, our other friends always joke how we are a couple, even though we are both straight (or so I thought). We often play wrestle/fight. Very innocent horseplay at first, but over time Joel started getting more handsy. He’d pinch my nipples or give my crotch a playful whack under the guise of getting me to “submit.”

One morning I had stayed the night at his place and he was in his bed and I was on an air mattress on the floor. We both wore only box briefs to bed and then normally put clothes on the second we got up. This morning Joel jumped on my bed and started wrestling with me. I still had morning wood, and being in just underwear it was pretty obvious. I was embarrassed, but at first he didn’t acknowledge it so I chose to ignore it to. He started pinching my nipples, and normally I’d just give in and submit because it would turn me on and I didn’t want my friend seeing me pop a boner, but I was tired of him always winning and I was already hard so this time I didn’t. We continued to wrestle. Then he started grabbing at my balls. Normally he’d just give them a quick tap, but this time he was lingering. The nipple and ball play, along with my cock inadvertently rubbing up against him had me rock hard. Pretty sure he was hard too.

Then he snaked his fingers under the waistband of my boxers briefs and grabbed hold of my naked balls with his bare hand. It felt electric. I felt helpless and immediately stopped fighting, though I didn’t say I submit. He expertly fondled my testicles, running each orb between his thumb and index finger, then squeezing my sack with enough force to hurt but without doing permanent damage. I gasped with each movement of his fingers. He kept watching my face, trying to decide if I was okay with what he was doing. I was fairly expressionless. My friend had me by my manhood. The mixture of helplessness, awkwardness, pain, and pleasure had me not sure how to feel.

“You have nice set of balls dude.” he said nonchalantly. I’d like to think they are pretty big, and they were hanging pretty low after being under the warmth of the covers all night. “Thanks” I said awkwardly, unsure of how to respond. My dick was noticeably leaking precum, even though Joel hadn’t touched it yet. He continued playing with my balls. He’d squeeze the right testicle and then the left, watching my face as I’d grimace in pain, testing what my limits were.

Suddenly he wrapped his hand around my cock, which throbbed forcefully at his touch. “Submit!” He said, squeezing my nuts harder than ever with his other hand. “No” I said, instinctively grabbing his arm in an attempt to pry his fingers off my testicles. But there was no escape. My manhood was under my friend’s complete control. He started slowly stroking my cock, expertly squeezing the head and lightly rubbing the underside of my penis just below the tip, knowing which spots to hit. “Submit” he’d say after each stroke, while slowly squeezing down harder on my sack with his other hand.

He only got 4 strokes in before I could feel myself getting close. All the wrestling and ball grabbing had me primed and ready to shoot. “Dude, stop” I could barely whisper through the pleasure, suddenly embarrassed and not wanting my friend to see me cum. He let go of my cock, still holding on to my balls with his other hand. But it was too late. I felt the cum rising and try as I might I couldn’t stop it. My cock exploded in waves of pleasure, shooting thick ropes of cum onto my face, chest, nipples and stomach. My cock continued to throb and ooze cum for a while despite not being touched. “Wow” my friend said. I think we were both surprised at how quickly I had nutted and how far I had shot, and we just sat there in silence for a while, processing what just happened.

As I came down off my high, the gravity of what we had just done started to hit both of us. Joel realized he was still cupping my nuts and let go. I awkwardly reached towards his crotch, trying to be a good sport and return the favor even though I was embarrassed and didn’t want to. He swatted my hand away and went to grab a towel so I could clean myself up. When he came back he said he had to get going but to hit him up later. We parted ways and the next few times we hung out we awkwardly kept our distance, both feeling weird and embarrassed about what we did. Slowly we warmed back up to each other and our friendship returned mostly to the way it was before, but we never wrestled again.

Edit: The story continues with Part 2 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/1ic2j2u/wrestling_straight_friend_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb3x&utm_name=mweb3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button