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Archive name: blastoff.txt (MMM, gay, college)
Authors name: David Rider (Anon address)
Story title : Chicken-Fight Blastoff

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CHICKEN-FIGHT BLASTOFF (MMM, gay, college)
by David Rider (Anon address)


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 dorm 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 
what was really wild was when I mounted his shoulders, 
(per his request) 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 forward with each leg in turn. 

I always loved riding piggyback when I was a kid, and 
this was really no different, and those strong neck 
muscles moving in my crotch were an incredible turn on 
for some reason. In no time I had a hard on. 
Fortunately he loved being straddled, and he didn't 
mind my being turned on.

This usually led to a lot of fun, as you can imagine.
One of the times I remember 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 smaller. 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, 
watching 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 to 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' motion 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 big and hard, even beginning to work its way up 
and 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 muscular 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 getting a hard on. 

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 
experience for Chip, but kids his age are easily turned 
on, and he was staring more and more at my own hard on, 
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 hard on. 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 grunted 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 unforgettable ride.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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