A second Match - partially true based on recent match

Awesome story of wrestling domination. Would love to wrestle you and create our own wrestling story.

It was our second meetup in six months. I was visiting his area and owed him a beatdown for totally crushing me during our first match. He was even kind enough to pick me up from my hosts home and drive us both to the hotel. Quite gracious, in fact. Sitting in the car, he looked pretty much the same as the first time. He was busy driving for it was literally rush hour, but I had time to sit and look him over. By the time we reached our location, I pretty much had a hard on from fantasizing about what was to come.

I followed him down the long hallway toward our room, enjoying the looks of his calves as he walked. Although he was in his clothes, I thought he looked bigger, more solid, than last time; maybe just my imagination, but then again, maybe not. By the time he locked the door, I was already stripping down to my underwear, my uniform of the day for our hotel match. I looked up to find he was also now only clad in his underwear. As I starred at him, he flexed, and I involuntarily gulped. My assessment was totally correct; he had put on muscle and hardened if that were possible. He smiled at me and headed my direction. He grabbed me in a balls to balls bearhug and lifted me. My ribs groaned audibly in his grip. Within seconds I tapped on his hard triceps before I lost consciousness from not being able to breath. He tossed me on the bed.

I wanted to hold him off but before I could move, he was on top of me in a mounted position and flexed. Holy shit, I was feeling weak in the knees at his look, so defined, so developed, his six pack showing. I ran my fingers over them as he flexed, feeling every striation. Then his quads pulled in against my sides. They held me so tight and he wasn’t even trying. I moaned and he pulled in tighter, leaning forward. I raised my hands, catching his arms by the wrists, holding him from laying straight down on me. My arms started to shake as he leaned further, putting his whole weight against my arms. His hands were rubbing up and down on my biceps and triceps as I struggled. Unable to hold him up any longer, his muscled chest sank over my face, smothering me and I tapped again. He sat up immediately, totally respectful of my tap.

My hardon was rubbing against his back. He moved into my guard and then started flexing again. In spite of my intentions to make him submit in wrestling, I found myself turned on too much and started working myself as he flexed. I was in heaven, his muscle looming above me. Before I knew it, I had shot my load on my own stomach. Always gracious, he handed me a towel. We laid next to each other for awhile, just chatting, me continuing to admire his muscles. Then suddenly, he grabbed my arm and yanked me into a leg scissor. God damn, it was like being caught in the jaws of death. Thing is, I’m sure he was barely exerting any pressure but I was instantly in pain, my ribs feeling like they might snap. We both knew he was just playing with me. As he squeezed, I yelped. He put his hand over my nose and mouth, stopping the sound. He played with me this way for a bit. I could tell he was enjoying every minute of it. My hand went down to his abs and I found he had a hard on as well. As my hand played with it, he asked me if I wanted to take care of it, or have him release on me. I chose him to release on me.

With his legs still holding me in a scissor position, he slowly began to rock me forward and back. I could feel his hardness against me. Each time he moved me, his legs tightened and I yelped, squealed, or just plain moaned. He was still gentle with me but I could feel his absolute power and control of me with his movements. His motion became more frenzied as he engorged and neared cumming. My body was being tossed like a ragdoll in his grip and there was nothing I could do but go along for the ride. When his climax hit, my breath was taken away as his quads tightened around me. It was only a matter of seconds, I’m sure, but I thought I might die in that time frame from the pressure. As he relaxed, so did his grip and my breathing started again. Thank the lord.

Of course, now I was hard again. He obliged me for a second cumming, one might say, slipping into my guard once again and flexing as I indulged myself. Two hours passed like nothing but soon enough it was time to call it a night. We cleaned up and dressed, him then driving me back to my host home. In the course of things, he even recommended someone else, another Adonis-like older man, who he thought I might enjoy a match with. I’m in the process of setting that one up for while I’m here visiting.

Great descriptions. Need a longer story :-)

Thanks for the comment. I wrote it from my opponents point of view.