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Basketball was Duke's passion. He was a great long-court shot and could outrun most everyone he played. He was pumped for this season. He bulked up for it, laying on another 20 pounds of muscle on his tall frame.

Duke had gotten serious about his weight training. He loved to push himself hard. Tall and muscled, Duke was a formidable appearance on the court. He was 6'10" with 260 pounds of lean muscle on his towering frame. His long, tall torso rippled with his six-pack abdominals and powerful arms and shoulders. He still looked like he should be able to hold even more weight.

Heartbreaker, his teammates ribbed him. Dashing, square-jawed good looks, and short cropped blond hair, he turned heads at every game. When he hit the court, screams from the girls would tear from the stands. He dated none of them and sent back their presents. If they only knew.

He had no use for hormone-crazed women. He really liked men.

Up until now, this had been kept as a secret. He trained himself not to look at the guys in the locker rooms. He'd seen too many guys get branded a "looker." Regardless, all his life he was more comfortable with men. Well, most times. The gym was maddening in a way. There were so many muscleguys there, he had to learn to lift despite the arousing distraction of men flexing.

They were all shorter than him, of course. He liked that too.

College Park apartments had been home to Duke for just a couple weeks, but already he liked it. Previously he had only lived at home and in the dorms. This was his first "civilized" place. He barely had it furnished, but liked the Spartan setting. There was a single futon in his bedroom. That was it. A sea of plush carpet surrounded it; the rest of the room was left spacious. His living room had his dresser, stereo, and a closet that held his modest selection of clothes. He didn't entertain guests and had no plans to start. But he did want too see a lot more of one guy.

He liked Mark. A lot. When they met, he felt a deep stirring inside him. It was always worse when he saw Mark remove his shirt, revealing his smooth, muscular body. Mark was a wrestler that moved into the apartment next door. He would lay out in the yard for hours, sunning his lean, hard body.

At first, Duke was hesitant about watching, afraid Mark might see him looking out his second story apartment window. He tried ignoring him but found himself learning Mark's tanning schedule. He hated having habits sneak up on him, and decided if he was going to watch, he'd do it openly. If he was going to have a bad habit, he'd plan it and enjoy it. He would sit on the balcony with a book, taking in the scenery.

Mark would walk into the courtyard daily at 3 p.m. when it was sunny. He laid out his towel and would stretch, part of his daily workout. Then he would slowly strip off his T-shirt. There was a sinuous shifting movement under Mark's skin as his muscles were revealed. He'd drop and crank out 100 push-ups then roll over and put on his shades. After a long overhead stretch, he'd clasp his hands behind his neck showing off his chest and the washboard of his stomach. It riveted Duke every time.

But Duke has seen muscular guys before. Mark shouldn't be so different. Right? He'd even seen wrestler's before. They were nothing super special. Right?

Duke couldn't convince himself otherwise. Not that he wanted to. He admitted he was infatuated with a wrestler. He liked guys. So what?

He stared out the window at his sunbathing fixation. It was like all Mark’s muscle grew in the right places. He was beautifully proportioned; smooth, solid muscle on his chest, arms, and legs. V-shaped torso and tight waist. His legs were dynamite! They flared at the quads, ripped and solid. They narrowed at his knees and his calves flared, wide and angular. Despite the wrestler’s obvious masculinity his body was almost hairless, and that only made him hotter to Duke.

The tall guy wanted to see how Mark would fit in his arms. He wanted to pick him up and hold him tight and close, feel that smooth skin against him as the wrestler’s feet came off the ground. That's what he decided he liked most. Mark was....short. He felt a strange pang of guilt like he wasn't supposed to notice. He laughed at himself. It wasn't like he was a cripple; he was short! Geez, Duke thought, you don’t get the good parking spaces for being short! He laughed out loud.

Mark looked up and shaded his eyes, looking into the upper window where Duke sat. "What? I'm just sitting here!" he shouted.

Duke felt his face redden. He knew he could disappear unseen, but he wasn't going to. He so wanted Mark. "It's just funny..." he said.

"Well come on down and explain it!" Mark said. He was as friendly as hoped.

"You drink beer?"

"Do I look like I drink beer?" he asked with a rakish whiplash smile.

"If you drink, it gets worked off!" Duke shouted. "You’re gonna work it off later?"

"Bring 'em on!" Mark replied with an unseen half-smile.

It took only a couple of minutes for Duke to bring down two cold beers. He waited a couple of seconds around the corner to kill some time. Didn't want to look too eager. Really, he liked Mark and would just enjoy his company. Really.

He walked out onto the lawn where Mark remained on his back with his eyes closed. Duke couldn't resist, and gently set the ice cold beer on Mark's nipple.

For a moment, Mark didn't even move. He slowly took the beer in his hand. "Thanks man, that feels sweet." Duke just stared. That would've sent him into orbit.

Duke sat in the soft grass. There was a light breeze. He could smell Mark occasionally, coconut suntan lotion with a spicy hint of cinnamon.

"What's so funny?" Mark asked, smiling at the sky.

"Uh...people," Duke said shakily remembering that he'd say he was going to explain.

"Yeah, well," Mark said. "Anything in particular?"

"Well, the social convention that a tall guy isn't supposed to notice he's tall or all the short people might get pissed," he said smiling. "That's funny."

"Yeah it is, " Mark said with a smile. "Sucks to be tall, I bet."

"Um....no."

"Didn't think so," Mark said with a light deep chuckle in his voice. "I thought about that very topic when I was thinking about skinny people."

"Skinny people."

"Yeah, they have a lot of expectations about a muscular guy," Mark said. "Weird. They think 'cause I got muscle, I get promotions at work, get better grades, get considered first for loans, get better service at restaurants, and have great sex all the time."

Duke felt himself blush and drank his beer with a deep controlling breath.

Mark added, "And the weird one, they expect me to be stupid."

"Must suck to be muscular," Duke said with a smile.

"You got that," he said and laughed out loud. "You play ball?" Mark asked.

"All I can," Duke said.

"Tough sport," he said. "Runs long." Mark sat up and opened his eyes. They were blue. Duke was tempted to laugh at himself again. He had been actually waiting to see what color they were.

"You wrestle I hear," Duke said.

"Yeah, you?" Mark asked, actually looking at Duke for the first time.

"Yeah, for fun n'stuff. But never on a team," he said, stretching his legs out in the grass next to Mark..

"Let's see," said Mark. In a flash, Mark spun on his back and grabbed Duke's head. He reached his legs up and slapped a head scissors on him. Duke was struggling to get out when he felt his arm sharply turned behind his back in a hammerlock. With all his strength, he couldn't pull his arm free.

He took a breath and smelled Mark; the rich cinnamon and masculine musk smell was overpowering. His head was being squeezed between those powerful quads. He could hear his blood rushing in his ears.

He pushed on Mark's quads with his right hand. He felt his head slowly slide out of the lotion greased hold. Mark released Duke's head. Duke tried to roll and get his arm free from Mark's hammerlock. Mark hopped on Duke's back and rolled with him slipping his thighs around Duke's long torso. Duke found himself on his back with a solid pair of legs tightly clasped around him, fighting to breathe, insisting this shouldn't be happening to him..

Mark set his knee over Duke's stomach. Duke could see striated muscle flex and press through Mark's skin as his quads flexed and the constriction on his body suddenly doubled. Mark still kept the hammerlock and held it tight. "

, you're right. This is fun stuff."

"Oh man....you're crushing me." Duke gasped.

"No I'm not," Mark said teasing.

"Please...you're crushing me..." Duke said. He was not ready for the assault Mark forcing on him. He loved it all the same.

"No man...this is crushing!"

Duke saw that wicked smile, then felt his ribs bend under the hardest squeeze he'd ever felt in his life. "AAaaauuuugh!!" All his breath was forced from him in one rush. He could only take in short puffing breaths.

"See?" Mark said as he loosened the hold to a gentle restraint. Duke huffed several breaths to keep from blacking out.

"My mistake," he gasped. "You're right."

"You bet, I know squeezing," he said slowly releasing the hammerlock but keeping the scissors on for a few seconds more.

Then just as suddenly as the wrestling contest had occurred, Duke was released. Mark leapt off his torso and resumed his recline as though nothing had happened. "We need to wrestle more," Mark eventually said. "I never rassled a guy as long in body as you. You could give me a tough time if you meant to." Mark sipped his beer.

Duke was trembling at Mark's forward nature. The wrestlers he knew were brash, but he was left mulling over in his head whether he'd just been propositioned, or challenged or what? Plus, he was fully aroused, and wanted to try to hide it.

Still looking skyward, not fixing his eyes on anything, Mark said. "Don't worry about it man. I still get a stiffie when I get scissored..." Duke blushed brilliant red.

"You do? What do guys say?" Duke asked.

"I say nothing. Real wrestlers know all about it. You rub the stick, it feels good, you get stiff. It doesn't matter who rubs it...most times."

"I bet you don't get scissored too often," Duke said.

"You'd be surprised," Mark said, looking at Duke with a completely devilish grin.

Duke hadn't wrestled too often, but he knew an invitation when he heard one. He also knew he'd hate himself if he didn't take him up on it. He jumped on Mark's torso and made his best effort at wrapping his legs around Mark. Mark was slippery and fast. He quickly squirmed out from under Duke, much faster than Duke planned. Mark reversed out on Duke and was clutching his back fast.

Duke was going for a payback and didn't care about pinning tactics. He shot for a punishing scissors hold and Mark fought as though Duke were going to pin him. Mark turned him on his back. From his back, Duke pulled Mark to his chest. Mark hadn't changed his tactics and settled in to a pin. "Gotcha!" Mark exclaimed. "You're pinned!"

Then Duke's long legs locked on either side of Mark's torso. "Whoops!" Mark said, quickly attempting to scramble out of the hold, trying to leap off Duke. He was *so* caught!

The leverage Duke had on Mark was tremendous. He was able to snap a squeeze so tight Mark closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and just held on for the ride. Duke felt Mark's washboard abs flex hard, softly rubbing on his bare legs as he strongly resisting the crushing constriction. Duke wrapped his arms around Mark's head and held his face tightly to his chest. Even Mark's thick hair smelled great, like warm spices and musk.

He rolled the helpless wrestler over on his back, straddling him in the powerful crushing constriction. He wrenched the hold tighter. He looked down at Mark's flexing torso, smooth muscle with striated cords writhing under his skin, and knew he couldn't conceal his erection this time.

He didn't expect Mark to ever surrender so he loosened the hold and straddled over his heaving midsection. Mark opened his eyes and groaned in relief as he took a deep breath. "Uuuughh, oh man. That was power! Geez, you nearly broke my ribs." His smile said he wasn't upset, though. Duke sat back, and sure enough Mark was standing stiff, hard as a rock.

"You're right, you do get stiff when you get scissored..." Duke leapt off his torso and laid in the grass next to him, trying to be as cool as Mark. Mark put his hands behind his neck and resumed his sunbathing like nothing had happened. Duke nearly exploded. He couldn't believe Mark was so cool. Mark got a raging hard-on without wanting to take care of it. He didn't even touch it.

"Well, I'm going to head upstairs for a minute," Duke said, his cock so hard he had to do something.

"You need help with that?" Mark asked, quietly, eyes closed.

"Um..." Duke never answered this question before. "I think so..."

Mark opened one eye. "You sure yet?"

"Yes!" he realized he was shouting. "Um...yes...please."

"Great!" Mark said and kicked his feet over his head and rolled to a handstand. In a display of muscular power and control, he slowly put his feet to the ground, showing the slow play of rippling muscle packed onto his small frame. He stood and looked at Duke. "You meant now, right?"

Duke quickly rose and fumbled his apartment key out. Mark followed him upstairs, grinning broadly, occasionally bouncing on the balls of his feet.

When inside, Mark rolled onto Duke's futon like a dog in front of a fireplace. "Plenty of room to roll. I love it!" Duke walked up to the futon and was immediately tackled. He landed on his back and felt his pants whisk off his waist. He was still painfully stiff. "I got this one," Mark said and planted his mouth over his cock.

Enveloped in the buttery warm feeling of Mark's mouth, Duke roared in ecstacy. He was so enthralled with his wrestler, he could feel waves of pleasure crashing through him. He flopped on the floor, his body experiencing a riot of new sensations. He barely heard the screams as he explosively came. He could feel Mark's mouth leave his cock. He still was rocked by spasms of his orgasm. He felt Mark move around and didn't have the ability to care let alone see. He heard a wrapper open and some fumbling around. He opened his eyes and saw the smiling, cum-stained wrestler grinning broadly.

"Dude," Mark said. "You need to get out more. You feel better?"

Duke was just getting his breath back. "Oh Mark, that was great."

"I can see this really is your first time. Care to return the favor? You got me real needful right now." Mark said. Unaware of his adrenaline- fired strength, Duke flipped Mark on his back. "Easy Mongo. Really, I can break."

"Sorry," Duke, said blushing. He looked at Mark and his solid erection, covered by a condom. "Dang!" Escaped his mouth. Mark was ready and he was fast. He couldn't get over how much he liked Mark. He took his tool in his mouth and sucked hard.

"Aow! Easy...like a popsicle...then like a shop-vac..." Mark said through gasps of pleasure. Duke was a good student. Mark arched his body like a cat, bridging off the futon, and Mark came with a roar. Duke's eyes bulged as he felt the wrestler's load blast into the condom. Mark collapsed into Duke's arms, breathlessly happy.

********************

Mark watched television with Duke for a couple of hours. They sat with their shirts off, in their shorts. The ball game ended and he rose to leave. "I got some work to finish. Physics," he said with disgust, rolling his eyes. Duke walked him to the door. Mark looked up, "You ever kiss a guy?" he asked.

"Um, no." Duke was honest. Mark reached up and grabbed Duke’s face in his rough hands and gently parted his lips with a warm and friendly kiss. Duke quivered. His hand ran along Mark’s muscular upper arms.

"Thanks," Duke said.

"Now," Mark said with his hand on Duke’s chest. "You’re about to fall in love with me. You probably shouldn't do that yet. I don't think you're ready."

Duke smiled. It was like he read his mind. "Um, I think that’s already happened."

"Right on schedule," Mark said with his wicked smile. "Remember, I’m just a guy and I have faults. You won’t. But I have to tell you this."

"I’ll remember," he said.

"And remember, you’re going to act like a jerk," Mark said still smiling. "When you hear me tell you you’re acting like a jerk, trust me. I’ve been one. I know what they look like."

"Really, I’m fine. You can have your freedom…."

"If I want my freedom, I’ll take it," Mark said seriously. "But I like you lots. We need to be friends, because I want to be lovers. It’s bad without both. Really bad.."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I want you to go through this first one without all the pain and grief I went through. Trust me," Mark said with a smile. "You had your dick in my mouth, surrounded by my teeth. You trusted me with that, this is easy. I know what I’m doing. Try it my way."

"Okay," Duke said. "Thanks Mark."

"C'mere." Mark wrapped his muscular arms around Duke’s bare torso and squeezed gently, rubbing his bristly chin into his chest. His big hands gently rubbed the skin at the small of his back. He held on for a minute, gently playing with the light hairs at the base of Duke's spine. Duke flushed warm all over. It was another great feeling in a day of great feelings.

Mark left.

That night as people passed the apartments, one might suspect the worst of college living, considering the scene before them. Noise, hundreds of students running through the quad shouting and laughing. There were fights and broken bottles. Loud music blared, echoing off buildings. They might even see that tall blond guy jammin' and dancing in his apartment, curtains open, alone. The Offspring played at a window- shaking volume. Many people could hear the music, but he was the only one that danced.

One man knew why the tall guy danced.

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