get my lips around I guess…and I love to nibble nads…you’re on!”

“Whaddya mean ‘small’? Yours are just about the same size…”

“Yeah…didn’t say they weren’t…‘concentrated sweetness’ – but you’ll never taste that sweetness – at least not tonight – cause I’m gonna gnaw your nuts off and you won’t even get close to mine!”

The match began with Zeb taking JJ down…flipping him on his back and trying to get his head between his legs. JJ clamped his invading head between his powerful black thighs, and grabbed Zeb’s exposed package and twisted his balls a full half turn. Zeb howled…his bone flexed in erotic, pained response, his head still trapped between JJ’s legs. He struggled free – realizing he’d have to take another route to JJ’s gonads. As the intensity of their struggle increased both began to perspire profusely, making their smooth bodies as slippery as if they were oiled…firm grasps became almost impossible, particularly as they groped for each others genitals. By now, both were fully erect, their pre-cum mixing with their sweat, greasing their poles – making them as slippery as a melting icicle …a tight cock hold would be lost by just a twist of the hips, which only added to their heightened penile stimulation. The exotic smell of the many loads of cum spilled on the mat over the years it had been use, now “re-hydrated” by their sweaty bodies, drove them in their passionate attack on each other. Finally, as they neared exhaustion…Zeb came up under JJ’s legs, forced them apart and inhaled his sweat soaked balls and pressed his nose hard against the base of JJ’s raging cock. He gave the firm, smooth, sweaty orbs a hard suck, pulling them deep into his mouth, causing JJ to howl as he had when JJ twisted his balls early in the match. “Damn, man…ok, ok - you win, you win…oh, my achin’ balls…damn, they hurt!”

“Sorry, dude…didn’t mean to cause that much pain…but I gotcha, fair and square…”

“Guess you did…shit man, I’m wiped out…my poor balls’ll never be the same though…whew! Gimme five before you punish me more…” JJ lay on the mat in a fetal position, clutching his jewels.

Zeb lay on his back beside JJ on the slippery, cum stained mat. “I’m wiped too…I’ll take the five to figure out what I’m gonna do to you…!”

“To, or with…?”

“Whatever, man…either way, we’re both gonna get our rocks off…”

Ron spoke up…“Hey man, give him what Randy gave you Friday night…beat his prick into submission with yours…”

“Good call! JJ…on your knees!”

JJ struggled to his knees, still holding his balls. Zeb sat up…pushed JJ’s hand away from his balls, took them in his own hand and gently – almost lovingly - massaged them. “Man – I’m really sorry I sucked so hard, honest…next time I suck ’em I’ll be a whole lot more careful!” While still lightly rolling the aching gems, he slid his lips over the head of JJ’s hot, black member – took it all the way to the root and gave several slow, deliberate thrusts. “Forgive me, man…?”

“Yeah…of course…yeaaaaah! You’re makin’ up for it big time…ohhhhhhh!”

Zeb got to his knees