Just for fun (Harrison meets Logan)

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Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“You ready?” Logan smiled.

The 18 year old high school wrestler was wearing a green singlet that left nothing to the imagination. It was sitting tight on his muscular body, hugging his big balls and his meaty dick.

“Oh yeah”, Harrison grinned.

He was 19 years old, a handsome young man with light skin and dark hair with red highlights. His muscular body matched Logans, and the impressive bulge in his red singlet looked about as big as Logan’s.

He was proud of his 8 inch cock and his fat, round balls inside his tight sack.

Harrison was new in town. He had met Logan at the gym just a couple of days ago.

The two hot hunks instantly liked each other, and Harrison had challenged Logan to a wrestling match.

Never one to pass up an opportunity to wrestle, Logan had agreed.

They were both experienced wrestlers, and the match promised to be a fight between equals.

“Alright, let’s do this”, Logan smiled.

“You can’t wait to get your ass kicked, huh?” Harrison chuckled.

Logan let out a laugh. “You’re funny.”

Harrison shrugged his shoulders. “We’ll see if you still think I’m funny when I’ve pinned you to the floor…”

Logan smiled at him. “Won’t happen, buddy.”

“Wait and see, buddy”, Harrison grinned, aping his opponent’s tone of voice.

Their good-natured banter came to an abrupt end when Logan lunged at Harrison, starting a long series of holds and counterholds, moves and countermoves, that proved their technical prowess and showed that this was not going to be an easy fight.

Whenever Logan got Harrison in a hold, Harrison managed to reverse it. Whenever Harrison got the upper hand, Logan freed himself quickly and turned the tables on Harrison.

“This is gonna take a while, I guess”, Logan grunted as he rolls Harrison to the mat.

“You in a hurry?” Harrison replied, hitting a reversal.

Logan answered Harrison’s move with a reversal of his own. “Don’t worry about me. I got all night.”

Harrison started a standup. “Maybe we should adjust the rules a little.”

Logan tried to pressure him back to the mat. “What do you have in mind?”

Harrison’s fist connected with Logan’s stomach. “Something like this maybe.”

Logan let out an anguished grunt. “You mean something like this?” He punched Harrison in the ribs, eliciting a pained groan.

“Well, actually, if you had made that one painful that would have been precisely what I meant”, Harrison quipped.

“Sorry”, Logan grunted, repeated the move with more force. His fist slammed against Harrison’s ribs, making him yell in agony. “Like this?”

“Yup”, Harrison groaned. “That hurt.” He managed to throw Logan on his back, bringing his knee down between Logan’s thighs and ramming his balls into his body. “I bet that one did, too.”

“Just a little”, Logan whispered, his face contorted in pain.

Harrison chuckled. Before he had a chance to slam his knee into Logan’s crotch again, Logan’s fist connected with his face, sending him flying back and making him scream in agony.

“Just a little”, Logan repeated, rubbing his crotch before moving over and pinning Harrison to the mat.

Harrison’s hand sneaked between Logan’s thighs and he wrapped his fingers around the fat bulge in Logan’s singlet, grabbing his dick and pulling hard. “Look what we’ve got here! A little handle!”

Logan’s eyes widened as Harrison yanked on his meaty cock.

The dirty move allowed Harrison to take control – but it also gave Logan an idea. Logan’s hand moved into Harrison’s singlet and found Harrison’s tight sack.

“Fuck!” Harrison laughed despite the pain he was in. “Looks like you found my handle.”

“Oh yeah”, Logan grinned, squeezing Harrison’s balls as hard as he could. “And it’s working pretty fine…”

Harrison managed to break free from Logan’s grip.

Now that it was clear that no holds were off limits their fight heated up considerably.

Logan and Harrison were enjoying themselves, trading blows and holds, trying to outdo each other with fancy moves and clever jokes.

Harrison’s front flip turned into an almost perfect side split that was followed by a hard uppercut to Logan’s family jewels. Harrison’s fist crashed into Logan’s groin, crunching his nuts hard and knocking the wind out of Logan’s lungs.

Logan’s face contorted in pain. “Damn!” he howled, doubling over and grabbing his crotch.

“Van Damme!” Harrison replied cheerfully. “He’s called Jean-Claude Van---“

Logan brought his leg back and kicked Harrison’s exposed crotch hard, flattening his plums against his pelvis.

“Damme!” Harrison shrieked, his eyes losing focus.

“Yeah, that’s his name”, Logan quipped, massaging his battered balls as he watched Harrison curl up on the floor.

Seizing his chance, Logan jumped on top of Harrison, pinning him to the ground.

When Logan was in mid-air, Harrison moved his his arm a little, causing Logan to land crotch-first on Harrison’s elbow.

“Fuck!” Logan squealed as his balls were squished against his body.

“I don’t think you’ll do that for a while”, Harrison quipped as Logan collapsed next to him, clutching his balls and groaning in pain. “Me, on the other hand…” His voice trailed off as he grabbed the back of Logan’s singlet and yanked it up hard, giving Logan a perfect wedgie before smacking his exposed ass cheek with the palm of his hand.

Harrison chuckled as a red handprint appeared on Logan’s butt. “That looks pretty good on you”, he grinned. He turned Logan on his back.

The wedgie had caused Logan’s nutsack to slip out of his singlet.

“Let’s see if we get the front to match the back”, Harrison smiled and slapped Logan’s dangling low hangers hard.

Logan let out a soprano squeal.

Harrison laughed, glancing at Logan’s reddening ball bag. “It’s not a full hand print but---“

Logan’s hand shot up between Harrison’s thighs and grabbed hold of his nuts.

Harrison’s eyes rolled back into his head as Logan squeezed and twisted the life out of his babymakers.

“I don’t like hand prints”, Logan grunted, squishing Harrison’s nuts between his strong fingers. “I prefer thumb prints…”

“Fuck!” Harrison shrieked as Logan’s thumb pressed into the meaty core of his tender testicles. “Fuck!”

“You want another fuck joke?” Logan grinned, twisting Harrison’s balls with all the force he could muster. “Well, you’ll have to get naked for that.”

There was a loud rip as Logan tore Harrison’s singlet apart at the crotch seam, making his slightly swollen balls and his fat, meaty dick tumble out.

Logan laughed at the sight of Harrison’s shocked expression. “I bet you thought that was the sound of your balls getting ripped off”, he chuckled. “We’ll save that for later…”

With a mean twinkle in his eyes, Harrison grabbed Logan’s nuts and yanked down hard. “Let’s hear yours first…”

Logan screamed from the top of his lungs.

With their balls exposed, the fight between the two hot guys took a predictable turn. The dirty tactics became dirtier, and the low blows became harder.

“God”, Harrison groaned after a particularly nasty blow to his manhood. “I can see my future children flash before my eyes…”

“Future children?” Logan chuckled. “You’re an optimist, huh?”

Harrison chuckled and brought his foot down hard on Logan’s manhood, stomping his balls flat against the ground.

Logan yodeled in pain.

“I’m not an optimist”, Harrison said with a grin. “I’m a sex life obstructionist with---“

“Without a sex life.” Logan countered, punching Harrison’s nuts as hard as he could, squashing them flat against his body.

Harrison coughed.

“At least for the foreseeable future”, Logan grinned.

Harrison sank to his knees, clutching his traumatized testicles as Logan burst out laughing.

Standing in front of Harrison, Logan bent his knees and rubbed his sweaty ballsack on Harrison’s forehead. “How does it feel, loser?”

Suddenly, Harrison grabbed Logan’s spuds and squeezed them hard, making Logan scream from the top of his lungs.

“Pretty good, actually”, Harrison grunted, squishing Logan’s fat babymakers with both of his hands.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” Logan shrieked, his face a mask of pain.

Harrison rolled his eyes as he kneaded Logan’s precious spuds with his bare hands. “Enough of the fuck jokes already”, he said with an exaggerated sigh. “The way I see it there’s nothing left to even joke about…”

Logan punched Harrison in the head, causing him to loosen his hold on Logan’s balls. They were just sweaty enough to slip out of Harrison’s grip, and Logan quickly followed up with a devastating kick to Harrison’s balls.

Harrison howled in pain.

“Nothing left, huh?” Logan grunted. “Let’s see if we can empty your tight little bag of treats.”

Once again, Logan’s foot connected with Harrison’s rapidly swelling testicles.

Gathering all his strength, Harrison retaliated with a mean, hard uppercut to Logan’s exposed nuts, making him scream like a banshee.

Logan fell to his knees, recreating Harrison’s posture, clutching his crotch and groaning in pain.

The two hot studs were rocking back and forth, side by side, nursing their damaged goods.

“You know”, Logan groaned, rubbing his sore balls, “why don’t we go back to wrestling?”

“You mean instead of exploring new kinds of birth control?” Harrison moaned, clasping his nuts.

“Unless you want me to ruin your chances of ever having kids for good”, Logan grunted.

“You know, I never thought I’d make a good father”, Harrison quipped before lunging at Logan, throwing him onto his back.

They rolled around on the mat, each of them trying to get the upper hand.

Finally, Logan managed to reverse one of Harrison’s moves, making him lie flat on his back and pinning him to the ground by sitting on his face.

Harrison was grunting and groaning into Logan’s butt.

“Finally”, Logan chuckled. “Finally you’re keeping quiet.”

Harrison let out a muffled grunt. His hands went up to shove Logan off, but Logan quickly delivered a heel kick to Harrison’s nuts, making his hands go down to protect his balls instead.

Harrison’s muffled scream made Logan laugh out loud.

“Believe it or not”, Logan chuckled. “I can feel you try to scream in there. Feels pretty good…”

Once again, Logan brought his heel down on Harrison’s balls, smashing his fat nuggets into his body.

Another muffled scream prompted Logan to wiggle his hips, smothering Harrison with his butt. “Oooh, nice”, Logan grinned.

It was obvious that Harrison was having trouble breathing. His moves became weaker and slower.

Logan made sure to let Harrison know who was winning by crunching his nuts once more with his merciless heel.

“Scream for me”, Logan grinned. “Come on, scream!” He wiggled his butt again.

Instead of a scream, Harrison let out a defeated groan, barely audible under Logan’s ass, before passing out.

Logan chuckled. He grabbed Harrison’s lifeless arm and lifted it up. When he let go, it dropped to the ground.

“What, you’re out cold?” Logan chuckled. “You sure this is not a trick?”

He leaned forward and punched Harrison’s nuts as hard as he could, bringing down his fist like a hammer.

He felt Harrison’s juicy nuts flatten under his fist.

No reaction.

“Harrison”, Logan sing-songed cheerfully. “Wake up, sleepyhead!”

Again and again Logan smashed Harrison’s balls until he was certain that Harrison was unconscious.

Logan chuckled and got up. He looked down at Harrison. “Now look at that”, he grinned. “Like a little angel…”

He fetched his mobile phone and laughed.

“If you could see yourself right now”, Logan chuckled.

He kicked Harrison’s legs apart.

His balls were red and swollen.

Logan flicked Harrison’s fat, meaty dick out of the way with his toes before placing the ball of his foot on Harrison’s nuts and shifting his weight, flattening them and making them bulge at the sides of his foot.

Logan snapped a picture, chuckling to himself. “Can’t wait to see your face when you see this…”

Logan took some more pictures, flexing his muscles, posing for the camera with Harrison passed out in the background.

Then he knelt down, teabagging Harrison, and making his ballsack droop over his eyes. “Smile!” he grinned as he took the picture.

Finally, Logan decided it was time to wake Harrison up. He kicked him in the ribs a couple of times.

No reaction.

“Wake up, Harrison”, Logan chuckled, kicking him again, harder.

Still no reaction.

Logan sighed and stomped down hard on Harrison’s chest. “Wake up, sleepyhead!”

Nothing.

“Damn, you’re a sound sleeper”, Logan chuckled and stood on Harrison’s chest.

He held the phone up to take a picture of the moment Harrison regained consciousness.

“Harrison!” Logan laughed, jumping up and down on Harrison’s chest. “Harrison!”

Suddenly, Harrison’s eyes opened. Immediately, he screwed up his face in an anguished grimace.

“There you are!” Logan chuckled, snapping a picture while smiling and giving a big thumbs up to the camera.

Harrison grunted and groaned as Logan jumped up and down on his chest.

“Now smile for the camera”, Logan grinned.

Harrison moaned.

“Smile for the camera and say ‘POP’!” Logan said cheerfully.

Harrison’s eyes widened. “What?!”

Logan laughed and jumped between Harrison’s legs, landing perfectly on Harrison’s battered balls and squishing them flat.

Harrison screamed from the top of his lungs.

Logan smiled into the camera.

The angle was perfect.

Logan looked hot and cheerful. Behind him, Harrison was screaming his lungs out. Under his feet, Harrison’s balls were flat as pancakes.

Logan smiled and snapped the picture. “POP!”