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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