Crushing Hard 4: The Conclusion written by Jimmy

                     

                        Crushing Hard 4                 Conclusion

By Jimmy

Previously:

Ballbusting Boys: Crushing Hard written by Jimmy

Ballbusting Boys: Crushing Hard 2 written by Jimmy

Ballbusting Boys: Crushing Hard 3 written by Jimmy

And now the ending of: I Have a Crush on You. Sorry for the wait. I wanted this to be perfect.

 

The next day, Max meets Jayden early at Bartlet High School. Jayden waves him inside with his keycard: Wrestling Captain is written in bold letters below his name and picture. 

 

“You got this,” Jayden tells Max and he pats his friend gently on the back as Max heads inside.  

 

“Thank you, Jayden.”

 

Inside of Bartlet High School, the halls are quiet and Max can hear his own breathing so different from the loud outside world with bustling early Saturday morning traffic, and bird song that fills the trees all around the school. Max quietly heads down the empty hallways, he’s dressed in shorts and a t-shirt that he disrobes as he walks. He’s just in his singlet that Chase has gotten for him a few months prior and the material clings to his chest, his waist and thighs. It feels good. He places his clothes in a small pile near the door to the gym, his heart is beating and Max can hardly wait to see Logan Krueger again. 

 

The door slowly swings open, the well-used joints spring open at the lightest touch and Max delights upon spotting Logan is his own red singlet practicing a few moves on the mat. His heart thuds in his chest, and for a moment it’s all that Max can do but stand there and stare at Logan as he practices. 

 

Logan as always is magnificent to behold, his gleaming blonde hair is parted and slicked halfway back showing off his sparkling rugged blue eyes. He has not shaved in a bit and a few light blonde hairs are visible on his cheeks and strong chilled jaw. The singlet cuts into his skin, form fitting and he appears almost godlike as he poses with his backside to Max.  Max pauses and tries to think of what to say as he stares openly at his crush.

 

Logan catches him first in the windows, the reflection of Max in the glass totally captivated as he stares at Logan. Slowly Logan spins, a wry smile forming at the corners of his mouth. 

 

“You came to practice?”

 

“I…” Max starts unable to finish what he was about to say. He’s alone with Logan, perhaps for the first time ever and seeing Logan from the front is even more impressive. Max’s eyes are drawn to his nipples first and slide down from there. Max cannot quite meet Logan’s penetrating blue gaze, but instead focuses on the nubs in his chest. Logan’s nipples are hard and poke out of his singlet and Max longs to touch them. But his eyes don’t stop there but slide further down Logan’s body dawning at his impressive V-shaped and falling down his rather impressive bulge that hangs heavy, and loaded between his thick thighs. 

 

Max is hard already, and leaking. He does not even realize it as his mouth is agape and he stares. 

 

“Take a picture, it will last longer.” Logan jokes coming towards him a confident swagger unmistakable to his gate. His footsteps thunder in the gym and he moves past the mats where he was practicing to standing before Max, at least two heads taller and staring down at him. 

 

“A picture won’t do you Justice,” Max blurts out; and covers his mouth in shock. What has gotten into him? He wonders.

 

Logan chuckles, running a hand through his thick smooth blonde hair. It needs a cut as it almost touches his ears. 

 

“You look like you came to…exercise,” Logan tells him gently, closing Max’s jaw with a single finger and forcing Max to look up and meet his gaze. “I’ll wrestle with you.”

 

“I’ll play too.”

 

“I said wrestle,” Logan teases, laughing merrily. 

 

“That’s not…what I heard.”

 

Logan shrugs, his dimples showing. “Best two out of three falls? The guys will come in in a half-hour. I have a bit of time…to wrestle. I don’t play too often, but for you…I might make an exception.”

 

Max nods. “You better be ready for me,” he says brushing past him and adding a bit of a shove, Max’s hazel eyes alight with mischief as he breezes past Logan. 

 

Logan snorts “Okay, cowboy. Show me what you got!”

 

Max grins back, he’s so excited that he almost forgot why he came. It had nothing to do with wrestling…well, almost nothing. 

 

Running quick Max flings himself at Logan who scoops him up and slams him down on the mat stealing all the air in his lungs in the process. He lays dazed on the mat, blinking hard trying to regain his bearings of the situation at hand. 

 

“Ow.”

 

Max croaks out the word, and Logan laughs reaching down and offering his hand. 

 

“Did that count as a pin?” Max asks.

 

“No way. Not letting you get out of this that easy, after all you’re my warm-up,” Logan tells him, his wolfish grin plastered on his face. 

 

Max grabs Logan’s hand and he pulls him up. He’s so close to Logan that Max forgets to breathe. 

 

“Ready?”

 

“No, not at all,” Max tells him quietly, his voice soft like the flapping wings of a monarch butterfly. 

 

He charges again, and this time instead of slamming him Logan scoops him up in his arms giving him a good shake and sends him spinning when he places him down on the mat. Max still falls, but catches himself before face planting on all fours. Logan is upon him like a crow coming to pick apart a fallen piece of meat wrapping his big arms around Max’s waist and squeezing him tighter so he can’t breathe. 

 

Max’s amber eyes widen and he tries to suck in air but can’t and scrambles against Logan trying to get free. He would have an easier time if his foot was in a bear trap. Logan squeezes harder until black spots dance in Max’s vision and he just goes to sleep. 

 

Moments later he is flat on his back, slowly coming back. Logan is on top of him, slyly tapping his face, his other hand is much lower rubbing his hardon. 

 

“I thought that would wake you up,” Logan says. “Welcome back, cowboy.”

 

Max moans back to consciousness, and pushes his pelvis up to meet Logan’s slow and steady jerking hand. 

 

“Yup. You’re still alive,” Logan chuckles, pinching the top of his sensitive dick. Max winces, and silently pleads for more. He almost curses when Logan stands up. He offers his hand again to help Max to his feet.

 

“Now that counts as a pin,” Logan informs him. “Notice the difference?”

 

It takes Max a moment to say anything. He’s erection is aching so much that it hurts, and feels himself leaking more and staining the singlet pouch. He didn’t wear any underwear. He wanted Logan to see his desire, his cavernous need.

 

Max takes the offered hand, and pulls himself up to standing. 

 

“Winner gets something special,” Max says plainly. 

 

“Oh yeah, like what?”

 

“Winners choice.”

 

Max leaves it open-ended, a sign that he hopes Logan will take when he wins to do with him as he pleases. 

 

Logan wiggles his eyebrows. “Then make this round count, Max. Pin me this time. I dare you to.”

 

“Gladly,” Max says shooting forward trying to sneak in again, but Logan’s arms are too long and grab him before he gets to close spinning him around and putting Max into a sleeper. 

 

“Was this what you had in mind?” Logan asks pulling Max in as close as possible, his arm across Max’s windpipe. “Because you are very vulnerable in this position,” Logan tells him, kicking Max’s feet apart and sliding up one big hand up his trembling thigh. 

 

“I could do anything that I want,” Logan says his fingers suggestively roaming over Max’s good barely touching them, as if each finger were a feather. The touch is slight but Max knows that he is there, the heat pours off of Logan in his embrace. Max is on his tippy toes, trying to get free, but even he knows that he is not really trying. But does Logan? Does Logan suspect? Max is not sure, but his heartbeat continues to thump as Logan teases him earning another batch of clear goo forming at the tip of his quivering bonner. 

 

“What are you going to do?” Logan whispers in his ear, and Max closes his eyes praying for Logan to touch, to…to…

 

Max’s eyes fly open. He is about to cum. But he can’t. Logan barely touched him! The humiliation. 

 

Max starts struggling, trying to pull free and one lucky foot kicks right back hitting Logan right in his ample bulge. Logan freezes, as does Max, his heel burried to the hilt deep with Logan’s massive thighs, like the sword in the stone. The squeal of his heel thrust makes Logan pause, so he swings it back again striking the same spot, but harder this time.

 

Logan groans, and stumbles forward sending the two down to the mat below. The crash is loud in the empty gymnasium and Max prays that he still has time to play this out before the rest of Logan’s team gets here. He hasn’t even…

 

Moaning Logan, reaches down touching his recently softened up nuggets. “Low blow, kid. Not…too bad. But you just opened a door you might regret.” 

 

Max underneath Logan gulps, and slowly slides his body out from under Logan on top him. He’s just pulling out his feet, when Logan grabs the pair of them and yanks them back so that Max slides across the mat ending up right next to Logan his singlet pouch so close to his face that his amber eyes widen in alarm. 

 

“Huh? What do we got down here?” Logan pounders and grabs Max’s stiffy giving it a quick up and down thrust. “Well, I know what THAT is but are these your balls?” Logan asks rather lamely grabbing one nut in each hand. Max stiffens, biting his lower lip between his teeth. 

 

“Logan…” Max breathes out. “Careful…you got my nuts.”

 

“Yeah, I know.” 

 

Logan squeezes the fleshy orbs in Max’s singlet pouch with efficiency and ease due to only wearing his singlet and as he bares down on the trapped nuts Logan mentions “Heh. You didn’t wear any underwear today…did you?”

 

“No!” croaks Max arching his back as Logan grinds his balls between his fingers, his thumbs poised and ready to go straight into the central cores of Max’s masculinity. 

 

“Ooooooo,” Max moans, eyes glazing over dully as Logan squishes and squashes his nuts. The aching in his loins beginning to take over as Logan dominates him, and he leans over to stare into Max’s eyes blocking Max from pondering oblivion. 

 

“I got your nuts,” Logan laughs. “Here in my hand,” for emphasis Logan uses his thumbs pressing them deep into the central mass of each trapped nut. “See?”

 

Max indeed does.

 

“You ….got my balls,” Max whispers while his face crumples under the intense pressure Logan administers to his nuts. Max eyes scrunched up, his mouth opening wide as he takes in another desperate breath before it wired shut as another deep pressured agony ripples through his tight body. Growing weak in Logan’s embrace, Logan intensifies his grip on Max’s helpless nuts and squeezing his tight trapped nuggets. 

 

“No, no… nnnnooooooo ah..ah…ahhhh!” Max yells.

 

Resting his head on Max’s chest Logan tells him “Pinned you. Now what was that about a prize? Winners choice, right?”

 

Max moans as Logan pins Max’s arms overhead and leans into him with his body holding Max still and feeling his trembling hardened erection drilling into his abdomen. 

 

“I think I want you to…”

 

“You want me?” Max gasps, his balls aching. His face scrunched up as Max’s amber eyes widen and leans up, hooking one his left leg around Logan’s bringing his face so close to the 18 year old stud. 

 

Max licks his lips, as he leans up and whispers “Cause I want you, Logan. I want to…” Max finishes his sentence by pressing into Logan’s mouth with his own. His lips are tender and slow at first but he longingly moans into Logan’s lips feeling the softness that he didn’t know that Logan could possess. 

 

Logan breaks the kiss and smiles down at Max. “You…”

 

“Yes?” Max asks, his face crimson but daring as his eyes fix on Logan’s above. 

 

“Owe me. You owe me and I am going to make you pay by…”

 

Logan pauses for moment and thinks, then a wry smile comes over him and he wolfish grin spread over his face. 

 

“Remember. It can be anything.”

 

“I have not forgotten.” 

 

Logan smiles and moves in to kiss Max, but stops just before their lips touch. 

 

“I want you Max, to cum…right when the boys enter the gym. Can you hold off…for five more minutes?” Logan asks.

 

“Yeah I think I can…”

 

Logan nails a knee between Max’s widely spread thighs nailing the squishy orbs against his taint, giving no chance for Max’s nuts to withdraw or move out of the way. Max’s eyes widen and he yells but Logan silences him with his mouth and Max groans in pain into him. Logan for his next move mercilessness grinds his knee bone further crushing the boy’s balls into his taint.

 

Max cries out into Logan mouth and Logan pulls up and off. His grin mischievous is back as he cracks the knuckles on first his left, then his right fist. 

 

“Good…cause it’s gonna be a wild ride.”

 

Max gulps, trying to catch his breath. His nuts, “Oh god…my balls…fuuuuck…Logan.” Max seizes on the back as Logan forward swings another colossal knee, which slams hard deep between Max’s trembling thighs. Max moans, it’s low and guttural and he falls back into the floor prone and dazed.

 

“Don’t give up yet, Max” Logan says, his blue eyes laser focused in on Max’s grimace and his eyes narrowed to slits as his body is wracked with a nauseating wave that flows all the way through him. 

 

“We have not gotten to the good part,” Logan teases as he grips Max’s steel rod. The leaking appendage jumps in Logan’s hand and he chuckles. “You like this part right?”

 

Max hisses out a wheezing breath through his teeth, Logan’s knee is still in between his legs sandwiching his balls flat against his taint. His scrunched up balls pulse with sickening painful throbs and he barely acknowledges the tenderness that Logan shows to his penis because all the pain drowns out all pleasure. 

 

“My…stop… L…l... Logan” Max pleads, his amber eyes opening and trying to focus in on Logan. 

 

“Stop what?” Logan asks, rubbing Max more firmly his grip around his dick growing tighter.

 

Max blinks, mouth agape as he thrashes trying to pull free. He can feel his nuts flattening as Logan’s knee creeps further in between his thighs leaving his balls nowhere to go but smooshed up against his own pelvis. Max jerks up, but Logan’s body is covering his own as his dick sticks up against Logan’s stomach and sliding across leaving a streak of pre-cum in its wake. Max groans and he hears the boys on the wrestling team in the locker room now, they are loud and shuffling about in horseplay…he just needs to hang on for a few moments longer.

 

But Max does not think that he can.

 

Logan is jerking him like a pro, his fist sliding up and down his pecker so fast that his juices in his wet singlet squish and squelch after every hurried fast-paced pump of his cock. Max is grabbing Logan’s waist, and hurriedly thrusting his hips to maximize the intensity of Logan’s pace his wildly beating heart craving this even more as Max yelps a growing pulsing sensation in his groin overwhelming him as his toes scrap the mat, and his breath catches. Max is there, and he can’t possibly turn back now.

 

The door to the gym swings open, and just as Max is about to explode, Logan pulls back leaving his dick to twitch uselessly in the air. The Lycra clings to every inch of his penis, and the guys stop seeing Max red faced and sweaty moaning with an overpowering longing of desire for release.

 

“Wow” says Jayden. And Gino, Jayden’s older brother pushes him aside to get a better view.

 

Gino grins “Is that, Max?”

 

Logan ignores them all and pulls Max up, turning him to face the gathering team so that his obvious erection is pulsing straight ahead pointing at all of them. Logan puts him in a headlock and pulls Max up against him spreading his thighs in the process as he slightly takes him off the mat.

 

“Take a deep breath” Logan tells Max a bit too late.

 

Logan’s arm is under Max’s chin, and across his windpipe prevent him from getting even a bit of air as Logan comes in with the finisher and nails Max with a backwards knee, sending Max’s nuts up and into his pelvis from below. Max’s eyes widen in alarm and Logan uses his free hand to grab his still vibrating erection, pumping the boy vulgarly in front of the whole gathered team.

 

“Oh shit!” Gino says covering his mouth, “He’s gonna blow!”

 

Max tries to moan as his dangling toes try to give his boybits a bit of relief but he is too short and his own body sags on top of his nuts, squishing them horribly and he tries to make a mess. But it’s far too late to stop the waterworks now.

 

Logan pumps his knee at the same pace as his hand, so that Max rises and falls over and over again on Logan’s muscled thigh, each downward thud crushing Max’s nuts even further as his leaking cockhead pulses in his fist and Max can’t help it.

 

Max’s eyes roll shut, his lungs screaming for release as he pants, his body utterly hostage to the embrace of Logan’s fist. Logan pumps his organ faster and harder, his hand bobbing up and down. The sensation in Max’s groin grows to a searing warmth, the pleasure centers in his brain snapping awake. The chain reaction through him produce an explosion of sensations almost too intense as Max thrashes in Logan’s arm pulling free of Logan’s choke ahold enough to take one long sweet breath before he loses it completely.

 

Max swings his hips, meeting Logan’s last jerk of his cock as his fingers dig deep into Logan’s arms, leaving small intensions in his forearms. Logan guides Max up and down again, feeling Max’s grip his thigh like a clamp, the muscles taut, as his stiff penis begins firing powerful blasts of hot white cum.             Seven, eight, nine hard shots pulse through his shaft while Logan rides Max up and down again. The ejaculations seeping through the singlet pouch and running down Max’s crotch and onto Logan’s leg tangling in his blond leg hairs.

 

Balling his hands into fists, Max pounds weakly into Logan’s sides as the fight is literally squished out of his trapped penis and crunched ballsack. Max gasps as Logan loosens his choke hold, as mind-warping pleasure tortures through him as everyone watches on unable to take their eyes off of his orgasm.

 

For one breathless moment Max, heaves himself up his whole body twisting up and out as another small batch of cum fires out of his cock in a quick burst of one, two, three before he collapses against Logan completely spent.

 

Logan hates to leave even a little semen left in anyones tanks so he raises Max up under his arms over head so that he dangles in the air. Max looks up blinking rather stupidly before he is power dropped onto Logan’s thigh his balls flattened into saucers as his whole body pulverizes his own genitals.

Max opens his mouth to scream, but his amber eyes roll back into his skull as he spots the boys around him cheering as he lumps into unconsciousness.

 

 

When Max finally wakes up he’s naked in Logan’s off sprawled on his desk. He’s been washed and a towel covers his waist, an ice pack heavily weighing down his throbbing aching testicles. He can’t speak, or even think. His testicles bound beneath the ice and he longs to touch them. But Logan senses his alertness and stops him, putting his hands above his head and stares down at Max.

 

“So…I was thinking,” Logan says. “I really liked wrestling with you today. Let’s make it a… weekly session. But we keep quiet about it, just a little secret between us boys. How does that sound?”

 

Max is blinking up at Logan, and Logan’s crotch fills his view. He’s not sure if he is hard again, but if he is not…he will be soon.

 

He nods.

 

“Good,” Logan leans down so that when his lips touch Max’s, he has to blink as he sees Logan’s Adams apple dancing as he slips him the tongue. Max loves it when he slides his tongue around the other side of his teeth.

 

When Logan comes off of him, Max knows that he’s hard as the ice has slightly shifted off his lap.

 

“That’s good, because I have some moves that I want to try out on you…next time.”

 

Max gulps. “O…okay.”

 

Logan smiles. “You rest up, after wrestling practice I’ll drive you home.”

 

The door creaks shut, and Max closes his eyes and falls back asleep instantly but this time, there is a smile on his mouth.

 

 

 

~End