Brad’s jock pouch started to change color.“No! Then he tried to push himself up. Gay sex “What are ya messin’ with him for?”“None of your business,” replied Brad.Turning toward Jeremy, Brad continued. His face flushed with embarrassment; some of the onlookers laughed at him. Watching it, and hearing it, sent shivers down my spine.Sweat began to stream down Brad’s face. No pin or submissions would decide the end. I know I’ve been a bastard, but don’t do this in front of everybody!”“Do it, Kurt!” shouted Derek.Kurt tightened his grip. Break him!” came another yell. “I’d like to see you try, buddy-boy!”Kurt let Brad fall to the ground, giving him a false sense of closure. He put his arms to work and propped himself up, lifting Brad off the ground as he scissored him—a move that added a lot more pressure to the hold.I loved the variation, and so did Derek. In ten seconds it was all over.
