Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2023 20:20:24 +0000
From: Grapple Lad <Grapple-lad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Crushed by Tim 32

Tim was buzzing with excitement he had something special planned for
me. His phone sounded again 'you're some lucky fucker today, I was going to
be all over you!' He was almost angry that he had to go to training
practice. He even thought about skipping it just to stay and do whatever he
was planning for me.

I was still stuck there in his modified guillotine choke facing down on his
erect cock. It seemed to grow larger each time he flexed in on me as though
my struggle excited him. I was stunned by the vascularity of it, thick and
veiny, pulsating with energy, a work of art too: a perfect balance of size
and aesthetic.

I felt his choke hold tighten: 'how does it feel to submit to the cock that
destroyed your ass?..submit..submit...' fuck yes Tim'. Had he used more
force he could easily have put me to sleep right there but Tim wanted to
dominate me not injure me.

As soon as I submitted he let go leaving me on all four facing the
floor. He made sure to push his cock into my face as he set off. It hit my
chin first, then my mouth nose, and eye. It left a damp trail of precum
with a distinct bleach aroma.

Tim strutted away his big thighs bulging ready to impress on the rugby
pitch leaving me to deal with the eroticism of his domination. It's hard to
describe what it's like to be on the receiving end of such intense physical
stimulation, but imagine someone you find stunningly physically attractive,
using their body to utterly overwhelm you and turn on every level of sexual
stimulation you have and to do it in such a masterful way that you can't
catch up with you're own senses, that's what Tim did, does!'

Every time Tim wrestled me he made me cum. Sometimes he physically forced
it out and other times he left me there so turned on that it just erupted
by itself. This was one of those occasions. I was pushing up off the floor
just after he left and I felt a pool of it ejaculate. It reminded me of
having an uncontrollable wet dream. A gush of warm fuzzy pleasure that made
me tingle all over.

I kept picturing Tims's cock and his thick muscular thighs. I saw myself
between those rugby legs, him standing over me dominating.

Those powerful images stayed with me long after I had cleaned the pool of
cum off the floor. I found myself turned on all the time. Awake, asleep,
mid lectures even at the gym.

Almost two weeks passed and I heard nothing from Tim. It was in the pub I
saw him again. I couldn't believe my eyes he was there playing pool with
Ciaran. He stared over masterfully when I walked in, signaling his
dominance.

I wanted to ask Tim why he hadn't responded to my messages but I could
hardly say I wanted him to come over and fuck me into submission
again. Instead, I bought them both pints and watched them play.

Ciaran hadn't aged he was still bursting with the vigor and potential you
would expect from a twenty-year-old athletic lad. His tightly cut blond
hair and blue eyes gave him the look you might expect from a German army
recruit. He was beautifully cut and shaped. His ass was firmer and more
muscular than the last I saw it bursting from his jeans. His legs cock and
balls too filling every inch of his denim to breaking point. He wore white
Adidas ankle socks and trainers. He had light strawberry-blonde stubble and
body hair and his freckles were irresistible.

Tim was a few inches smaller but he outmuscled Ciaran. I saw him stare at
Ciaran's ass every time he bent over to take a shot, he saw me stare
too. Ciaran was even more impressed with Tims's legs. He was wearing his
black rugby shorts his thighs looked even bigger than usual under the pool
table lighting.

A keen footballer Ciaran was quick to ask Tim how he got so big. He was
surprised to hear Tim didn't need supplements just weights and gym time the
rest came from his genetics. He was impressed by Tims's athleticism and
found it hard not to study his every move.

Maybe it was the alcohol but as the night went on it seemed Tim and Ciaran
were engaging in snooker table foreplay. All the conversation was about
Ciaran's speed and goals or Tims's thighs and tries. They were physical
too, playfully back-slapping and punching each other's arm when a good shot
landed on the pool table. Ciaran squeezed his cock off Tim's ass every
chance he got in the pretense of taking a tight shot.

They offered to let me play but I was happy to watch them both bend, twist,
and stretch over the pool table. It was in the toilet that I finally saw
Ciaran's cock. I was about to walk in. He was at the urinal groaning,
struggling to pull his cock out for a piss. From what I could see it was
massive erect and angry. He struggled to hold it so he could urinate. It
offered me a chance to study his strawberry blonde pubes, impressive balls,
and sturdy cock.

I slowly backed away so Ciaran wouldn't see me. I could still hear him
groaning and struggling as I left. Tim was waiting at the pool
table. Immediately he saw my hard on 'you need another going over later' he
grinned. Tim assumed I was lusting after him, I was now at the thought of
him on me again and for Ciaran too.

Ten minutes later there was still no sign of Ciaran. Tim was impatient
'wherethe fuck is he, we have to finish up, their closing, I'll burst his
ass'. Luckily for Ciaran, the bar shut and it was dark outside no one would
see his hard-on. I knew he was suffering though as we walked towards the
beach. I wasn't sure if it was tightness or fear he might cum.

Any salvation Ciaran had vanished when Tim jumped him. To be fair it was
Tim drunk and play fighting on the beach. Tim lunged at him, but Ciaran
countered and shot for Tims's ankles. He put Tim on his back and for a
second had him pinned. Ciaran didn't realize that was a massive
mistake. Tim forced him off sideways, they rolled over and Ciaran landed
where Tim wanted him, face down on his crotch in a headscissors.

Tim flexed his thighs and powered into Ciaran. I heard the familiar order
to submit and saw Ciaran obey and yield to Tim. I felt jealous of Ciaran
that was where my face belonged on that crotch! The sight of his handsome
crushed face smothered into Tim excited me though. Tim stared at me
knowingly and forced another submission on Ciaran.

I could tell by Ciaran's expression Tim had forced not just a submission
but the cum out of Ciaran's desperate overloaded cock. The smell confirmed
it, a distinct vinegar almost bleach-like heavy odor.

Sitting there beside Tim watching him tease and taunt Ciaran was incredibly
stimulating. It was all done playfully and I felt guilty deriving pleasure
until the moment Ciaran had cum. I realized then he too was attracted to
Tim.

Tim was content dominating. I'm not sure he noticed how stimulated Ciaran
was. He was in no rush either we had take-out beers. Ciaran was stuck there
between Tims's thighs and I knew Tim was only getting started!

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