Please note, this story contains consensual sex between two adult men. If this offends you, then please stop reading. Further more, I am not condoning nor in any way encouraging unprotected sex and reiterate that this is fantasy.
Your feedback or constructive criticism is appreciated and welcomed. Enjoy.
Entangled (Part 2)
I got home in twenty minutes and couldn’t stop thinking about Elliot. We’d just wrestled for a couple of hours and I could still smell his sweaty balls on my face. I say wrestled but in reality, Elliot had controlled the match entirely and I spent most of it wrapped up in his long and muscular legs. He was a head and body scissor expert. He got off on applying them and I’d accepted a long time ago that I enjoyed being caught it them.
I closed my eyes and could picture Elliot standing tall at 6’6. He was 14 stone. He had brown eyes and although he would never admit it, he was very handsome. His greying hair made him look distinguished.’
Elliot said I was being modest when I described myself as average. I wasn’t short at 6’ and was of slim build. I had grey eyes. At 44 I was also greying at the temples.
He was over from the States on business in Edinburgh and we’d arranged to meet again tomorrow night at his hotel. He’d behaved impeccably tonight but I yearned for him to take things further. Conversely, I didn’t want him to think that I would submit to just anyone. It was rare that I found this connection with another wrestler.
I had a quick shower before I climbed into bed. I washed off Elliot’s scent but I knew he would share it with me again. I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, thinking about what would happen tomorrow night.
Wednesday wasn’t any cooler and everyone at work was irritable, including the customers. I was distracted and my manager asked if I was okay. I apologised and blamed it on the heat. I managed to leave work a little early. I sauntered home, wending my way between the jostling tourists. Edinburgh was always busy at this time of year due to the fringe. It was said that the population doubled during August.
I got home and had a cool shower. It was all I seemed to do in this heat. I grabbed a light snack as a full meal wasn’t conducive to a hard scissoring by Elliot.
Like the previous night, I arrived at the hotel with ten minutes to spare but this time I wasn’t as nervous. I was in my tight blue jeans and underneath I had on a pair of black square cuts. My red speedos were still in the wash basket.
Elliot invited me in and gave me a tight hug. He was in black shorts and an orange t-shirt and had some trainers on. I felt the dampness on his t-shirt as he wrapped his arms around me. He apologised and explained that he’d got out of his meeting a bit earlier than expected and it had given him time to go for a quick run. He’d got back about 10 minutes before and hadn’t had time to shower yet.
He sat on the bed and took his trainers off and wiggled his toes. “Come over here.” he said as he looked at me. I walked over to him. “Get down to your knees Luke.” I willingly complied. Elliot lifted his sexy legs and placed them on my shoulders and trapped my neck in between. He didn’t squeeze but used just enough pressure to keep me in place. His shorts were as damp as his t-shirt and I couldn’t help but breathe in his masculine sweat.
I looked into Elliot’s brown eyes and I could see that his mood had changed even before he spoke. “Do you trust me Luke? Yes I know what you said yesterday during a painful submission but do you really trust me?” I knew instinctively what Elliot was asking. I could sense his desire to take even more control. I knew he was an honourable man and this was his way of asking for my consent and ensuring it was what I desired too. “Yes, I do Elliot and you can trust me too.”
Elliot’s face broke into a grin. “Right, I need a shower.” He swung his legs off me and headed to the bathroom. “Yes I know you enjoy my sweat Luke but I want to freshen up.” He shut the door behind him. I sat on the bed smiling to myself as Elliot washed away the day’s sweat from his sexy torso.
I took off my trainers and put them down on the floor. I noticed Elliot’s discarded runners. I picked one of them up and put it up to my nose inhaling deeply, taking in his scent. It was still warm from where his big foot had been. I knew he had no interest in feet but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. I stripped down to my square cuts and waited for Elliot.
He came out and dried himself in front of me. Tonight he put on a pair of turquoise speedos that hugged his arse and crotch. He climbed onto the bed beside me and rolled me into his body scissors. This time his thighs locked directly over my stomach. I could feel his quads tense as soon as he crossed his ankles. Elliot used every muscle in his legs as he crushed me at his leisure. I tried to push them off but they wouldn’t budge. Scissors over the abdomen were easier to tolerate, so I knew I could take a harder squeeze than on other parts of my body. His relentless grip continued and even though I was holding out, I could feel my insides being squashed into oblivion between his legs. It was proving difficult to take in a full breath and I groaned as I was flattened and controlled effortlessly by this sexy American.
Elliot rolled onto his back and incredibly, I was lifted into the air, still trapped in his thighs. He released me momentarily and turned me to face him where he once again wrapped his legs just underneath my ribs and held me in place. I reached forward to play with his nipples as I knew he enjoyed this. I gently rolled them in my fingers. I squeezed them, building up the pressure slowly, gauging how far I could go by Elliot’s moans of pleasure. He pulsed the muscles in his thighs at the same time and I felt every one. There was no escaping those pythons. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
I took his left nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, gently nibbling. I did the same with the other, giving it equal attention. Guttural sounds were coming from Elliot and I could feel his erection growing underneath me. Elliot relaxed his thighs and I was able to slip out as I continued my onslaught on his pecs with my mouth.
“Don’t think I don’t know exactly what you’re up to Luke. Up you get.” As I got up, Elliot pulled off his speedos and pulled my face into his naked crotch. His legs snapped together and I was back in Elliot’s leg trap. His engorged cock was forced into my face. He lay on his back and slowly rubbed his meat onto my face, taking his pleasure, all whilst scissoring me. I could smell his masculinity. His erection and my face fought for space between his legs. Pre-cum was squeezed out in the battle and dribbled onto my face. His gentle thrusts ensured that my face was coated in his sticky nectar. In between all of this, Elliot would squeeze his powerful thighs extra hard every so often, just to show who was in control; although neither of us were in any doubt.
“I know what you need Luke.” He picked up a pearl of pre-cum on his finger and held it in front of my nose. “Sniff it.” he said. I sniffed his clear juices. It was a very subtle scent but even that made we want every part of Elliot. “Lick it.” he said. I took his finger into my mouth and sucked it clean. “And my cock.” I flicked my tongue over his head and tasted his pre-cum directly from the tap. Elliot tightened his head scissors in appreciation and his erection throbbed in front of me.
He loosened his grip and adjusted by forcing his hard cock into my mouth and locking his legs back in place. For obvious reasons, this was known as ‘the tripod.’ My mouth was filled to capacity as his cock was wedged down my throat. I literally couldn’t breathe and my jaw ached from trying to keep open and not to bite. In turn, my jaw was fighting with deadly thighs vying to squeeze it shut. My whole body tensed and fought to escape or at least take in some air.
Elliot began slowly thrusting into my mouth and for this I was grateful as it enabled me to breathe in between his thrusts. He rolled us onto his side which made it easier for both of us. I could do nothing to stop Elliot filling my mouth as his dominant legs kept my head in position. He gauged this beautifully as I was still able to breath and suck on his cock as it invaded my mouth. I could hear Elliot breathing faster and I knew he was close. Elliot must have known this too as he pulled it out of my mouth. I watched as it throbbed violently in front of my face.
I moved as if to get up. “You’re not going anywhere Luke.” Elliot breathed slowly and I saw his chest rise and fall. I ran my hands over his stomach and was content being where I was. There was no squeeze; he just held me there. I knew if I tried to escape, his quads would burst into action to keep me in my place. We lay like this for 10 minutes. Elliot watched me and I wondered what was going through his mind. Elliot’s crotch was getting sweaty and I was taking in his hot man scent.
“I need to piss.” he said as he climbed off the bed and went to the loo. “Do you want anything to drink?” he shouted from the bathroom. “Water would be good.” I said. I needed something for my throat that had just been battered. I heard him washing his hands. It’s funny I thought. He was washing piss off his hands but chances are the piss residue from his cock would end up down my throat anyway, never mind his cum.
Elliot came out and brought over two bottles of water from the fridge. We sat down drinking them, whilst cooling down. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Yes.” I responded as I smiled at him. “Good man.” he said. We finished our drinks and relaxed on the bed and the conversation flowed easily. Elliot told me more about the work he did. He explained that he was so busy with work that he didn’t have time for someone in his life. I suspected that he would make time, if the right person inspired him enough.
He took the bottle off me and put it on the bedside locker along with his. Elliot climbed on top of me and settled in an SBP. In this position he towered above me. He wasn’t overly heavy but he certainly used his body to pin me down. He reached down to tweak my nipples and I wriggled in pleasure. He slowly but surely squeezed them harder and I couldn’t help but struggle as the pressure increased. His weight held me in place. I grabbed his wrists with my hands. “Put your hands down by your side.” he said quietly. I did as he asked and still he squeezed my nipples. It was so difficult not to touch his wrists. He held on for what felt like ages and my nipples burned between his fingers. Suddenly he let go and pain coursed through them as the blood flow returned.
Before I had time to react, Elliot turned around and settled his hairy arse on my face. He purposely spread his cheeks and I was totally enveloped in his glutes. Luckily I could still breath as my nose had escaped his crack. I only just achieved this as I’d tilted my head back. I could feel Elliot’s feet by the side of my head which further held it in place. Elliot rubbed his hole over my trapped face and I could feel him flexing it for my benefit. I had no choice but to smell his sweaty crack. “Do you want to taste that dominant hole?” It wasn’t really a question and neither did I have a choice. My tongue eagerly tasted his musk and the tip probed his tight hole. I lapped at his sweaty crack and ran my hands over his muscular back.
Elliot moved back even further and my nose was dragged into his crevice. My entire face was trapped and being smothered by another man’s hairy arse. I held back my instinct to panic. His tall body was keeping me in place. I couldn’t move my face and there really was no air to inhale. After about 30 seconds I began to thrash around as I was still trapped under Elliot. He held me tight for another 5 seconds and then lifted his arse. I took in a huge gulp of sweet air and just as quick, Elliot sat back down again, smothering me and controlling me. He repeated the process four times, adding on a few seconds each time. I still struggled of course but I knew I was safe.
He leant forward and I was able to breathe easily again. Similar to the previous night, he slid his left leg under my neck and hooked it behind his right knee, completing the hold. I was locked in his reverse scissors. “You keep gravitating towards my arse, so I guess you enjoy it there.” said Elliot. I could hear the smile in his voice. I used my hands to feel his hairy buns. He flexed each glute for me. “Kiss my cheeks.” he said. As I kissed each one, Elliot started pulling off my square cuts down my legs. I assisted by kicking them off. I couldn’t see but they were probably damp with my own pre-cum and sweat. Elliot tightened his vice like grip without warning and I cried out as his legs mangled my face. My mouth was contorted into a funny shape. I tried desperately to force his legs apart but I couldn’t budge them. In fact, the more I struggled, the tighter his grip became. It felt as if I was being crushed by four boulders. I yelled out a muffled submission. “I submit, I submit Elliot!” He opened his legs and my head fell onto the bed. I was exhausted.
“Get up Luke. I want a wrestle.” I got up to my knees to face a smiling Elliot. We wrestled for the next half hour and I must have submitted and suffered beautifully in every scissor imaginable. I couldn’t escaped his long limbs. I tapped out in an arm bar, two grapevines and he even managed to lock on a leg full nelson from which there is no escape and he reached around to tease my nipples in the process. I succeeded in making Elliot tap once in my thighs, although I’m convinced he allowed me to lock it on.
We were still wrestling at 9 o’clock and for the second time since we’d met I found myself on my stomach locked in a full nelson, only this time I didn’t have on my speedos to protect me. My arms were wrapped in his and I was held down by his 14 stone muscular body. I could feel him rubbing his erection at my hole, teasing and searching for a way in. “You’re all mine now Luke.” he whispered into my ear and bit down gently on my lobe.
He forced my arms higher just because he could, and I yelled out. My hole was moist from his pre-cum and Elliot never wavered as he rubbed and slowly thrust his erection at my hole. I pushed back and Elliot’s head popped passed the sphincter guarding my arse. I tensed up at the intrusion and he held his position giving me time to adjust. The initial pain subsided and I moaned in pleasure.
He began slowly thrusting deep inside my hole and I moaned breathlessly. I couldn’t stop myself as he hit my prostate each time he reached the hilt. My arms were entwined in his, I was pinned by his beautiful body and he was taking his sweet time by fucking my hole. It was entirely consensual but it was heightened as I knew I couldn’t force him off me.
“Your hole feels so tight Luke.” All I could do was moan as he picked up the pace and his thrusts became more aggressive. Elliot drove his cock into my arse and we were both in ecstasy. He was also moaning as he slid in and out of me.
He pulled out off me. Elliot turned me over onto my back and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He held one of my legs as he guided his cock back into my hole. Once inside again, Elliot slammed into me and I moaned uncontrollably. He hammered my hole for 10 minutes and I could see the sweat dripping of his sexy body.
He pulled out of me for a second time. He climbed onto the bed and forced my head back into his crotch and locked it in place as his ankles connected. Lying on his back he said “Lick my balls.” I tasted his sweaty balls. I manage to suck one into my mouth. I gently flicked it with my tongue and rolled it in my mouth. Elliot took his cock in his hand and started wanking. He motioned for me to do the same. I released his ball as I had to twist onto my back. In doing so, I ended up with his thigh directly over my throat. Elliot didn’t ease up on the pressure.
He wanked as he held me locked in his thighs. His breathing was getting faster and the noose around my neck was tightening. Suddenly Elliot grunted as his cock exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum over his chest and I watched in awe as some even hit his chin. His powerful runner’s legs almost took my head off as his whole body tensed and his quads bulged in victory.
“Shoot for me Luke.” I was still trapped in his crushing thighs. Elliot scooped up some of his cum on his fingers. “Open your mouth.” he said. I complied as he put two of his fingers in my mouth and I sucked his seed of his fingers. Tasting his essence tipped me over the edge and I also exploded over my stomach and chest.
Elliot lifted his leg off my throat and rested in on my chest. We both lay there exhausted and entirely sated. Had I been a cat I would have purred in contentment at this point. I was in danger of falling asleep between his thighs.
Elliot got up and went to the bathroom. I heard him turning on the shower. He popped his head out off the bathroom door. “Are you not joining me?” he asked. I didn’t need to be asked twice and followed him in. There was plenty space as it was effectively a walk in shower. We soaped each other up under the cascading water. Our hands explored each others body as we washed of the residue from our from our wrestle.
Elliot grabbed my hair and caught me totally off guard by leaning in for a kiss. It was unusual for me to kiss a wrestling opponent and it wasn’t something I encouraged. I loved to kiss of course but for me it was very intimate and was almost cheapened if dished out liberally. I needed that elusive connection or chemistry.
How could I not respond to his tender kiss. It felt so natural and if this wasn’t a connection, I don’t know what was. We embraced as Elliot’s mouth connected with mine. He teased me by running his tongue across my lips and then pulled away leaving me wanting more. He winked at me and his handsome face broke into a wide smile.
I could feel his arousal up against me. It was my turn to tease as I reached between his legs and took his cock into my hand, slowly stroking him to his full glory. I got down to me knees and took him into my mouth. He held the back of my head as he thrust into my mouth. I ran my hands over his hairy arse and down the back of his powerful legs.
The shower was steaming up literally and metaphorically as the water ran over our sensitive bodies. Elliot pulled me off his cock. I stood up to kiss him again but he turned me around and pushed me up against the tiled wall and forced my arms up above my head. He kept my hands restrained by covering them both with one of his big hands. He nibbled the back of my neck as his erection probed my hole. His other hand was free to explore wherever he desired. The soap in my crack helped to aid his intrusion as he thrust inside.
He fucked me hard up against the wall. He fluctuated between gentle thrusts and building up to a crescendo, slamming in hard. We were both breathless and my legs were threatening to give way under the intensity. Elliot roared as orgasm tore through his body and he erupted deep inside me. My own juices exploded in unison and ran down the tiles, getting caught up in the stream of water which ran down into the drain.
We got dressed in silence as we were both acutely aware that he would fly back to the States in the morning.
Elliot hugged me again. He was incapable of a gentle hug. “Thank you so much for coming to see me Luke.” “I wouldn’t have missed meeting you for the world Elliot” I said. He walked me down to reception and we said our goodbyes. He crushed me in his arms one last time and I headed home.
As I walked away from the hotel, I smiled inwardly. I had a secret. Whilst I’d been fucked before, Elliot was the first man that I’d permitted inside me without a condom and in turn he was the only man who had left his cum inside me. I was content knowing his seed was still within me
I would never forget becoming ‘entangled’ in his long arms and legs.
MightyMo (0)
01/4/2020 12:28That was so well written but more importantly such a turn on. Thank you.
Scissorvictim (101 )
31/3/2020 12:18Please note, this story contains consensual sex between two adult men. If this offends you, then please stop reading. Further more, I am not condoning nor in any way encouraging unprotected sex and reiterate that this is fantasy.
Your feedback or constructive criticism is appreciated and welcomed. Enjoy.
Entangled (Part 2)
I got home in twenty minutes and couldn’t stop thinking about Elliot. We’d just wrestled for a couple of hours and I could still smell his sweaty balls on my face. I say wrestled but in reality, Elliot had controlled the match entirely and I spent most of it wrapped up in his long and muscular legs. He was a head and body scissor expert. He got off on applying them and I’d accepted a long time ago that I enjoyed being caught it them.
I closed my eyes and could picture Elliot standing tall at 6’6. He was 14 stone. He had brown eyes and although he would never admit it, he was very handsome. His greying hair made him look distinguished.’
Elliot said I was being modest when I described myself as average. I wasn’t short at 6’ and was of slim build. I had grey eyes. At 44 I was also greying at the temples.
He was over from the States on business in Edinburgh and we’d arranged to meet again tomorrow night at his hotel. He’d behaved impeccably tonight but I yearned for him to take things further. Conversely, I didn’t want him to think that I would submit to just anyone. It was rare that I found this connection with another wrestler.
I had a quick shower before I climbed into bed. I washed off Elliot’s scent but I knew he would share it with me again. I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, thinking about what would happen tomorrow night.
Wednesday wasn’t any cooler and everyone at work was irritable, including the customers. I was distracted and my manager asked if I was okay. I apologised and blamed it on the heat. I managed to leave work a little early. I sauntered home, wending my way between the jostling tourists. Edinburgh was always busy at this time of year due to the fringe. It was said that the population doubled during August.
I got home and had a cool shower. It was all I seemed to do in this heat. I grabbed a light snack as a full meal wasn’t conducive to a hard scissoring by Elliot.
Like the previous night, I arrived at the hotel with ten minutes to spare but this time I wasn’t as nervous. I was in my tight blue jeans and underneath I had on a pair of black square cuts. My red speedos were still in the wash basket.
Elliot invited me in and gave me a tight hug. He was in black shorts and an orange t-shirt and had some trainers on. I felt the dampness on his t-shirt as he wrapped his arms around me. He apologised and explained that he’d got out of his meeting a bit earlier than expected and it had given him time to go for a quick run. He’d got back about 10 minutes before and hadn’t had time to shower yet.
He sat on the bed and took his trainers off and wiggled his toes. “Come over here.” he said as he looked at me. I walked over to him. “Get down to your knees Luke.” I willingly complied. Elliot lifted his sexy legs and placed them on my shoulders and trapped my neck in between. He didn’t squeeze but used just enough pressure to keep me in place. His shorts were as damp as his t-shirt and I couldn’t help but breathe in his masculine sweat.
I looked into Elliot’s brown eyes and I could see that his mood had changed even before he spoke. “Do you trust me Luke? Yes I know what you said yesterday during a painful submission but do you really trust me?” I knew instinctively what Elliot was asking. I could sense his desire to take even more control. I knew he was an honourable man and this was his way of asking for my consent and ensuring it was what I desired too. “Yes, I do Elliot and you can trust me too.”
Elliot’s face broke into a grin. “Right, I need a shower.” He swung his legs off me and headed to the bathroom. “Yes I know you enjoy my sweat Luke but I want to freshen up.” He shut the door behind him. I sat on the bed smiling to myself as Elliot washed away the day’s sweat from his sexy torso.
I took off my trainers and put them down on the floor. I noticed Elliot’s discarded runners. I picked one of them up and put it up to my nose inhaling deeply, taking in his scent. It was still warm from where his big foot had been. I knew he had no interest in feet but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. I stripped down to my square cuts and waited for Elliot.
He came out and dried himself in front of me. Tonight he put on a pair of turquoise speedos that hugged his arse and crotch. He climbed onto the bed beside me and rolled me into his body scissors. This time his thighs locked directly over my stomach. I could feel his quads tense as soon as he crossed his ankles. Elliot used every muscle in his legs as he crushed me at his leisure. I tried to push them off but they wouldn’t budge. Scissors over the abdomen were easier to tolerate, so I knew I could take a harder squeeze than on other parts of my body. His relentless grip continued and even though I was holding out, I could feel my insides being squashed into oblivion between his legs. It was proving difficult to take in a full breath and I groaned as I was flattened and controlled effortlessly by this sexy American.
Elliot rolled onto his back and incredibly, I was lifted into the air, still trapped in his thighs. He released me momentarily and turned me to face him where he once again wrapped his legs just underneath my ribs and held me in place. I reached forward to play with his nipples as I knew he enjoyed this. I gently rolled them in my fingers. I squeezed them, building up the pressure slowly, gauging how far I could go by Elliot’s moans of pleasure. He pulsed the muscles in his thighs at the same time and I felt every one. There was no escaping those pythons. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
I took his left nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, gently nibbling. I did the same with the other, giving it equal attention. Guttural sounds were coming from Elliot and I could feel his erection growing underneath me. Elliot relaxed his thighs and I was able to slip out as I continued my onslaught on his pecs with my mouth.
“Don’t think I don’t know exactly what you’re up to Luke. Up you get.” As I got up, Elliot pulled off his speedos and pulled my face into his naked crotch. His legs snapped together and I was back in Elliot’s leg trap. His engorged cock was forced into my face. He lay on his back and slowly rubbed his meat onto my face, taking his pleasure, all whilst scissoring me. I could smell his masculinity. His erection and my face fought for space between his legs. Pre-cum was squeezed out in the battle and dribbled onto my face. His gentle thrusts ensured that my face was coated in his sticky nectar. In between all of this, Elliot would squeeze his powerful thighs extra hard every so often, just to show who was in control; although neither of us were in any doubt.
“I know what you need Luke.” He picked up a pearl of pre-cum on his finger and held it in front of my nose. “Sniff it.” he said. I sniffed his clear juices. It was a very subtle scent but even that made we want every part of Elliot. “Lick it.” he said. I took his finger into my mouth and sucked it clean. “And my cock.” I flicked my tongue over his head and tasted his pre-cum directly from the tap. Elliot tightened his head scissors in appreciation and his erection throbbed in front of me.
He loosened his grip and adjusted by forcing his hard cock into my mouth and locking his legs back in place. For obvious reasons, this was known as ‘the tripod.’ My mouth was filled to capacity as his cock was wedged down my throat. I literally couldn’t breathe and my jaw ached from trying to keep open and not to bite. In turn, my jaw was fighting with deadly thighs vying to squeeze it shut. My whole body tensed and fought to escape or at least take in some air.
Elliot began slowly thrusting into my mouth and for this I was grateful as it enabled me to breathe in between his thrusts. He rolled us onto his side which made it easier for both of us. I could do nothing to stop Elliot filling my mouth as his dominant legs kept my head in position. He gauged this beautifully as I was still able to breath and suck on his cock as it invaded my mouth. I could hear Elliot breathing faster and I knew he was close. Elliot must have known this too as he pulled it out of my mouth. I watched as it throbbed violently in front of my face.
I moved as if to get up. “You’re not going anywhere Luke.” Elliot breathed slowly and I saw his chest rise and fall. I ran my hands over his stomach and was content being where I was. There was no squeeze; he just held me there. I knew if I tried to escape, his quads would burst into action to keep me in my place. We lay like this for 10 minutes. Elliot watched me and I wondered what was going through his mind. Elliot’s crotch was getting sweaty and I was taking in his hot man scent.
“I need to piss.” he said as he climbed off the bed and went to the loo. “Do you want anything to drink?” he shouted from the bathroom. “Water would be good.” I said. I needed something for my throat that had just been battered. I heard him washing his hands. It’s funny I thought. He was washing piss off his hands but chances are the piss residue from his cock would end up down my throat anyway, never mind his cum.
Elliot came out and brought over two bottles of water from the fridge. We sat down drinking them, whilst cooling down. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Yes.” I responded as I smiled at him. “Good man.” he said. We finished our drinks and relaxed on the bed and the conversation flowed easily. Elliot told me more about the work he did. He explained that he was so busy with work that he didn’t have time for someone in his life. I suspected that he would make time, if the right person inspired him enough.
He took the bottle off me and put it on the bedside locker along with his. Elliot climbed on top of me and settled in an SBP. In this position he towered above me. He wasn’t overly heavy but he certainly used his body to pin me down. He reached down to tweak my nipples and I wriggled in pleasure. He slowly but surely squeezed them harder and I couldn’t help but struggle as the pressure increased. His weight held me in place. I grabbed his wrists with my hands. “Put your hands down by your side.” he said quietly. I did as he asked and still he squeezed my nipples. It was so difficult not to touch his wrists. He held on for what felt like ages and my nipples burned between his fingers. Suddenly he let go and pain coursed through them as the blood flow returned.
Before I had time to react, Elliot turned around and settled his hairy arse on my face. He purposely spread his cheeks and I was totally enveloped in his glutes. Luckily I could still breath as my nose had escaped his crack. I only just achieved this as I’d tilted my head back. I could feel Elliot’s feet by the side of my head which further held it in place. Elliot rubbed his hole over my trapped face and I could feel him flexing it for my benefit. I had no choice but to smell his sweaty crack. “Do you want to taste that dominant hole?” It wasn’t really a question and neither did I have a choice. My tongue eagerly tasted his musk and the tip probed his tight hole. I lapped at his sweaty crack and ran my hands over his muscular back.
Elliot moved back even further and my nose was dragged into his crevice. My entire face was trapped and being smothered by another man’s hairy arse. I held back my instinct to panic. His tall body was keeping me in place. I couldn’t move my face and there really was no air to inhale. After about 30 seconds I began to thrash around as I was still trapped under Elliot. He held me tight for another 5 seconds and then lifted his arse. I took in a huge gulp of sweet air and just as quick, Elliot sat back down again, smothering me and controlling me. He repeated the process four times, adding on a few seconds each time. I still struggled of course but I knew I was safe.
He leant forward and I was able to breathe easily again. Similar to the previous night, he slid his left leg under my neck and hooked it behind his right knee, completing the hold. I was locked in his reverse scissors. “You keep gravitating towards my arse, so I guess you enjoy it there.” said Elliot. I could hear the smile in his voice. I used my hands to feel his hairy buns. He flexed each glute for me. “Kiss my cheeks.” he said. As I kissed each one, Elliot started pulling off my square cuts down my legs. I assisted by kicking them off. I couldn’t see but they were probably damp with my own pre-cum and sweat. Elliot tightened his vice like grip without warning and I cried out as his legs mangled my face. My mouth was contorted into a funny shape. I tried desperately to force his legs apart but I couldn’t budge them. In fact, the more I struggled, the tighter his grip became. It felt as if I was being crushed by four boulders. I yelled out a muffled submission. “I submit, I submit Elliot!” He opened his legs and my head fell onto the bed. I was exhausted.
“Get up Luke. I want a wrestle.” I got up to my knees to face a smiling Elliot. We wrestled for the next half hour and I must have submitted and suffered beautifully in every scissor imaginable. I couldn’t escaped his long limbs. I tapped out in an arm bar, two grapevines and he even managed to lock on a leg full nelson from which there is no escape and he reached around to tease my nipples in the process. I succeeded in making Elliot tap once in my thighs, although I’m convinced he allowed me to lock it on.
We were still wrestling at 9 o’clock and for the second time since we’d met I found myself on my stomach locked in a full nelson, only this time I didn’t have on my speedos to protect me. My arms were wrapped in his and I was held down by his 14 stone muscular body. I could feel him rubbing his erection at my hole, teasing and searching for a way in. “You’re all mine now Luke.” he whispered into my ear and bit down gently on my lobe.
He forced my arms higher just because he could, and I yelled out. My hole was moist from his pre-cum and Elliot never wavered as he rubbed and slowly thrust his erection at my hole. I pushed back and Elliot’s head popped passed the sphincter guarding my arse. I tensed up at the intrusion and he held his position giving me time to adjust. The initial pain subsided and I moaned in pleasure.
He began slowly thrusting deep inside my hole and I moaned breathlessly. I couldn’t stop myself as he hit my prostate each time he reached the hilt. My arms were entwined in his, I was pinned by his beautiful body and he was taking his sweet time by fucking my hole. It was entirely consensual but it was heightened as I knew I couldn’t force him off me.
“Your hole feels so tight Luke.” All I could do was moan as he picked up the pace and his thrusts became more aggressive. Elliot drove his cock into my arse and we were both in ecstasy. He was also moaning as he slid in and out of me.
He pulled out off me. Elliot turned me over onto my back and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He held one of my legs as he guided his cock back into my hole. Once inside again, Elliot slammed into me and I moaned uncontrollably. He hammered my hole for 10 minutes and I could see the sweat dripping of his sexy body.
He pulled out of me for a second time. He climbed onto the bed and forced my head back into his crotch and locked it in place as his ankles connected. Lying on his back he said “Lick my balls.” I tasted his sweaty balls. I manage to suck one into my mouth. I gently flicked it with my tongue and rolled it in my mouth. Elliot took his cock in his hand and started wanking. He motioned for me to do the same. I released his ball as I had to twist onto my back. In doing so, I ended up with his thigh directly over my throat. Elliot didn’t ease up on the pressure.
He wanked as he held me locked in his thighs. His breathing was getting faster and the noose around my neck was tightening. Suddenly Elliot grunted as his cock exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum over his chest and I watched in awe as some even hit his chin. His powerful runner’s legs almost took my head off as his whole body tensed and his quads bulged in victory.
“Shoot for me Luke.” I was still trapped in his crushing thighs. Elliot scooped up some of his cum on his fingers. “Open your mouth.” he said. I complied as he put two of his fingers in my mouth and I sucked his seed of his fingers. Tasting his essence tipped me over the edge and I also exploded over my stomach and chest.
Elliot lifted his leg off my throat and rested in on my chest. We both lay there exhausted and entirely sated. Had I been a cat I would have purred in contentment at this point. I was in danger of falling asleep between his thighs.
Elliot got up and went to the bathroom. I heard him turning on the shower. He popped his head out off the bathroom door. “Are you not joining me?” he asked. I didn’t need to be asked twice and followed him in. There was plenty space as it was effectively a walk in shower. We soaped each other up under the cascading water. Our hands explored each others body as we washed of the residue from our from our wrestle.
Elliot grabbed my hair and caught me totally off guard by leaning in for a kiss. It was unusual for me to kiss a wrestling opponent and it wasn’t something I encouraged. I loved to kiss of course but for me it was very intimate and was almost cheapened if dished out liberally. I needed that elusive connection or chemistry.
How could I not respond to his tender kiss. It felt so natural and if this wasn’t a connection, I don’t know what was. We embraced as Elliot’s mouth connected with mine. He teased me by running his tongue across my lips and then pulled away leaving me wanting more. He winked at me and his handsome face broke into a wide smile.
I could feel his arousal up against me. It was my turn to tease as I reached between his legs and took his cock into my hand, slowly stroking him to his full glory. I got down to me knees and took him into my mouth. He held the back of my head as he thrust into my mouth. I ran my hands over his hairy arse and down the back of his powerful legs.
The shower was steaming up literally and metaphorically as the water ran over our sensitive bodies. Elliot pulled me off his cock. I stood up to kiss him again but he turned me around and pushed me up against the tiled wall and forced my arms up above my head. He kept my hands restrained by covering them both with one of his big hands. He nibbled the back of my neck as his erection probed my hole. His other hand was free to explore wherever he desired. The soap in my crack helped to aid his intrusion as he thrust inside.
He fucked me hard up against the wall. He fluctuated between gentle thrusts and building up to a crescendo, slamming in hard. We were both breathless and my legs were threatening to give way under the intensity. Elliot roared as orgasm tore through his body and he erupted deep inside me. My own juices exploded in unison and ran down the tiles, getting caught up in the stream of water which ran down into the drain.
We got dressed in silence as we were both acutely aware that he would fly back to the States in the morning.
Elliot hugged me again. He was incapable of a gentle hug. “Thank you so much for coming to see me Luke.” “I wouldn’t have missed meeting you for the world Elliot” I said. He walked me down to reception and we said our goodbyes. He crushed me in his arms one last time and I headed home.
As I walked away from the hotel, I smiled inwardly. I had a secret. Whilst I’d been fucked before, Elliot was the first man that I’d permitted inside me without a condom and in turn he was the only man who had left his cum inside me. I was content knowing his seed was still within me
I would never forget becoming ‘entangled’ in his long arms and legs.
The end.
SweatyWrasslin (5)
24/4/2020 20:42(em resposta à...)
Wow, you have a way with words! Such vivid descriptions of the smell, taste, view from between his thighs... I felt like I was there!
Jaavier scl (2 )
01/4/2020 21:14(em resposta à...)
Uff. Realmente genial
Una gran historia