Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2022 20:36:31 +0000
From: Grapple Lad <Grapple-lad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Crushed by Tim ch: 30

Sligo is to the North of Ireland, a picturesque town rich in literary
tradition with a beautiful river and bay. Our family goes there sometimes
for Christmas. I shared my first kiss with another lad there. It was almost
surreal, I remember seeing him in the pool hall each night. While he was
taking shots I was staring at him, his ass in blue jeans and his muscular
arms. He wore a tight white t-shirt! Ciaran, I later discovered was his
name and he was scanning me too.

A pool hall in Sligo isn't the ideal place to try and score with another
lad. The place was full of testosterone and if anything the wrong look
would get you a few punches.

Ciaran was irresistible though, not just his neat muscular build but his
freckled handsome face. I figured he was 18. My family noticed I was
'acting strange', my brother thought I had fallen for some girl.

The only person who knew the truth was Ciaran. He came right out with it
one night. We were both in the same bar, at the back waiting to get a game
on the pool table. Eventually, it was my turn to play Ciaran. He looked so
hot in his blue jeans, white t-shirt, and white trainers. The shape his
body made when he stretched across the table to take a shot, his firm ass
lit up by the pool table lights. He moved around the table sinking multiple
balls, each time he passed me, his ass rubbed against my cock and made me
tingle. He must have known it.

The locals were thrilled Ciaran had beaten the out-of-towner. In accordance
with the rules I ceded the table to him and watched him dominate all
challengers.

After the last orders, I set off for the short walk, down the beach to our
holiday home. I was pretty drunk and to be honest, horney too, thinking of
him. I felt a thump on my shoulder followed by a friendly punch to my
arm. It was Ciaran. 'You gave me a good challenge there, I'm Ciaran'. He
reached out his hand and shook mine. The electricity was almost visual,
such a powerful jolt of orgasm traveling through our bodies. We both felt
it, his eyes watered as though he might cry, and mine did too. He pulled me
towards a beach hut, shoved me up against it, and kissed me.

That kiss carried pure joy. His tongue set off a chain reaction inside me
and I melted with pleasure. I gripped his firm ass and felt his cock throb
through his jeans.

A shout ended it, Ciaran's mates wanted him. He almost fled, but I later
learned he was the star player for the under-20s team. He couldn't get
caught with another lad!

Ciaran had blessed me with a beautiful moment, one we would both treasure
and as things turned out it wouldn't be the last time we were intimate.

I half thought I might bump into Ciaran at the local nightclub. It was two
years since our first kiss but like most lads, he often went home for
Christmas. It wasn't him I saw though, it was Tim. He was fighting with
some lad over a girl. No surprise there, Tim loves fighting, give him any
excuse.

The bouncers sided with the local lad, it took a few of them but they threw
a few punches at Tim and put him in a chokehold. If I haven't gone outside
I'm certain they would have choked him out, he was light-headed and
shaking.

Merciless as they were you couldn't win against them, they were locals, and
we were the strangers.

It fell to me to get Tim up off his ass and carry him home. He was drunk
but insisted he couldn't go to his house in that state.

Carrying Tim was a strange experience. He's the jock who normally dominates
me physically, how many hours, days even have I spent locked between his
legs or into his armpit. Having him, dependent on me was almost
satisfying. I was impressed by how heavy and solid he felt, even in that
state.

The moment I reached our rental house my brother opened the door. He
laughed when he saw Tim, his girlfriend was more sympathetic and offered to
help. In the end, they went up to the bed and left me to clean him up.

Even in his intoxicated state, Tim was still playing the alpha. 'fucks sake
do it right, that stings like fuck'. He did thank me the next day for
cleaning up his wounds. I had never imagined cleansing a warrior could be
so erotic but it was. Dabbing away his blood and sweat to reveal the hidden
beauty of his face, watching his tough expression soften with the comfort
of healing, and stripping off his hoodie to check for bruising on his manly
torso.

Some lads wear scars well and Tim was one of them. So handsome with a black
eye and a cut to his cheek. Even tougher looking than usual.

I had to get him to bed. Not to fuck him, sure I'd give anything to do
that, but not while he's vulnerable like that. I couldn't leave him on the
sofa for the family to see in the morning.

My bedroom was downstairs, at the back, beside the games room/gym. I pretty
much carried him there. He complained when I told him he wasn't taking my
bed and suggested I fight him for it. In those circumstances it was funny,
he could barely stand. He insisted I strip him and I gladly obliged.

Tims's hoodie was already off, it was just below his waist that needed
stripping. He was flat out on the mat I had placed on the floor. I started
with his laces. Trainers are a major turn-on for me. Touching his, feeling
his heat radiating out, loosening his laces, I was already starting to
sweat. His trainers were white, Nike, athletic looking. I had some job
wrestling them off his feet, I had to hold his ankle with one hand and work
on his heel with the other. How can gripping someone's ankle be such a
turn-on? Maybe it was the feel of his leg hair in my hand or the aesthetic
thickness and musculature of his lower leg.

With considerable effort, one trainer was off. The sweaty stench hit me
right away, I knew it well, he'd made me smell it, even lick it so many
times. I loved how his damp sock felt in my hand. I would have happily
licked him all night. With both socks off, Tims's heavy jock odor filled my
bedroom. He opened the top button of his jeans and told me to unzip him.

My hand shook as I clutched his zip. This was like opening a gateway to
pleasure, straight away his white jocks bulged out. I pulled at the foot
ends of his jeans but his legs ass and package were just too big. Stripping
off his jeans was sexual torment for me, having to push, stuff, and tug at
his muscles and bulge until finally, it was all out.

It wasn't vanity on Tims's part, he didn't buy skinny jeans, he was just so
well built down there. To my surprise, his white trunks were stretched high
by a massive erection. It was an exhilarating sight. 'Strip it all off' he
grunted.

Pulling Tims's jocks off, watching the cotton edges rub the tip of his
cock, witnessing it pulse and rage, was breathtaking. How I kept it
together to throw a blanket over It, I'll never know.

I wanted to cum so badly, but with Tim right beside me on the floor, I was
afraid he'd catch me. It must have been two hours or so later, I felt him
whisper in my ear 'stay quiet, you hear?' His right forearm was under my
throat, he was clutching his left flexed bicep. I knew this was a rear
naked choke. 'in your mouth now!' He wanted me gagged with his sock, he
wanted me silent. Just to remind me he squeezed his bicep, I could feel
myself fading rapidly until his sock was in me.

It felt like I was where I should be, under Tim's control and I relished
the taste of his foot sweat. His muscular hairy thighs pulled mine apart
and he shot his cock into my hole.

I couldn't believe Tim was going to fuck me! I couldn't think either, the
pain when he blasted through me, the sheer thickness of him. I thought
there would be no end to his length or depth. He never stopped throbbing,
not for a second, his body felt strong and sweaty on me, he pounded away,
stretching my legs wider and wider apart, hurling himself in deeper and
deeper. I bit hard on his sock and sucked back his foot sweat.

He was brutal, unrelenting, and masterful. I could feel his strength in me
and stamina. Tim was far from breathless and it was clear he could fuck me
all night.

It didn't take long for him to make me cum, it was an overwhelming rush, my
senses raced with excitement, and I could hardly comprehend the ecstasy of
release. 'I'm going to fuck all the cum out of you'. He kept his promise,
pounding me empty.

As soon as I was spent he pulled out of me, still hard as a rocket, still
full of cum, and wrestled me off my bed and onto the floor.

Exhausted, I fell into a deep sleep. It felt like no time at all I woke
with his foot on my face, he grinned down at me looking sexier than ever
with that black eye.  'I'm going to get that fucker back, the one from last
night, he won't have bouncers to save his ass this time, I'll make him my
bitch, fucking local football jock Ciaran, I'll have him'.

My cock stiffened up again at the thought of Tim wrestling Ciaran. If only
I had cum left in me.


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