uises as decorated their magnifit physiques.
The three roadies were standing clustered together ier of the trailer, yelling and whooping it up, but Quinn couldn' t see what was happening behind them. Gus and Ted finally shifted a bit and Quinn could see what they were cheering on - Tommy and Quinn' s brother Derek were wrestling on the floor of the trailer, both heir tautly-muscled 16-year old bodies covered with streaks of grime and blood.
"What the fuck is going on??!" Quinn yelled. The three roadies turned around to look at their prisoner.
"Hey, look who' s up?" said Gus. "You' ve been in la-la land for hours. We finally got tired of beating the crap out of you, so we got the little brothers into the a. We got a little wrasslin' match going on here." Gus paused to grin evilly. "These two little jerkoffs are trying to jerk one another off. It' s one of our specialties - a first oo cum loses match. And whoever loses gets to watch his big bro' take another beating. Haw haw."
Derek and Tommy flopped around the floor of the trailer, slipping and sliding out of headlocks and scissorholds, each trying to grab and stroke the other' s hard-on whenever possible. The two boys both wrestled on their high school team, but the regulation holds they had been taught at school were o useless in this sort of petition. Their bodies were so drenched with sweat that it was like trying to wrestle in an oil pit, making it impossible to clamp on and sustain a hold. They were both relying on street-fighting more than guile, landing elbounches whenever possible to soften up their oppo and take the advantage.
The two boys parted and, ea his knees, sized each other up for aussle. Tommy was taking deep, urgent breaths, totally winded. Derek, who hadn' t been through as much, was a little fresher. Tommy lu Derek' s chest, but Derek mao slide to the side and quickly coil his body around, log Tommy' s head into a tight scissorhold with his legs, pinning Tomm