Guysmiley's blog

A fellow in the area hit me up for a match. A little older than I usually agree to, 51, but looked in real good shape, BB type, and similar size .. only drawback was extremely hard to schedule time with: opposite schedules, live in mate, pets that needed caring for. But in the end, we made it happen last Monday.

First a gripe ... I was going to a particular area of town so I sent inquiries to half a dozen or more other fellows in the same area since I would have the evening before our match. Not one of them even had the courtesy to reply no thanks. Nothing, NADA, zilch. Frankly I find that kind of behavior rude and uncooth.

So Monday morning, there is a knock at my hotel door. Right on time, not a bad sign. I open it and welcome him in ... reading glasses hanging from a string around his neck. First meeting so I glance him up and down once. He looks just like his pictures, which is a good thing. Without warning, he pulls me in and kisses me. Nice firm lips, solid kiss, then lets go. I suggest he ditch the glasses so they don't get crushed. As we move into the room, he isn't only dropping the glasses, but every stitch of clothing as well until he is standing by the bed completely naked. It is obvious, and was even with his clothes on, that he is excited to see me. Yes, he had a full hard on. Now, understand that I was standing in only a pair of square cuts when he entered, so it is understandable ... his excitement, I mean.

He pulled me in close for some more kissing, but I used my body leverage to throw him on the king size bed, throwing myself on top in the mounted position. I leaned in and kissed him, a little frottage taking place at the same time. We're both hot and heavy already.

"Would you like me to take my shorts off," I ask between syrupy kisses?

"Uh huh," is his reply. I slide off the bed and drop them down, now also standing fully exposed. He joins me on the floor and before I know it, he has bent and is picking me up in a bear hug. I am thinking, oh fuck, here it goes ... only it isn't. I had expected a burst of power, squeezing the breath out of me, but instead, I am being held in the air but not experiencing any power. I can see in his face he is exerting himself, but it doesn't translate. He sets me down and says, "Your turn."

I look him in the eye before bending at the knees, grasping around his midsection, and lifting him. I squeeze and he practically bursts from the power I exert. And trust me when I say it isn't a very high dose of what I can bring to bear. He is arching, struggling, tries wrapping himself around me. Finally he grunts out, "OK! OK!"

I take that to mean he is submitting and put him down. We kiss some more, then move back to the bed. We're rolling around, kissing, flexing, touching ... then he rolls on top and I wrap my legs around him in a scissor. He holds my hands above my head.

"Do your worst," he says. I don't but I do squeeze and he is instantly arching back and I have also pushed up so my hands are no longer held down, putting on more pressure. "How's that," I ask?

"OK! OK! OK!" he says with great struggle. I relax but don't remove my legs from around him. "Holy shit, those quads are huge and such power. The pics you sent don't do them justice."

"They are my pride and joy," I reply. "I call them my babys." I squeeze again, same results ... I see a pattern developing.

"Let's stand back up." I agree and we start kissing and rubbing. He grabs me in another bear hug and not wanting to be rude, I groan a bit though in reality, he isn't even bothering me. He sets me down and I pick him back up and crush him until he crys out. "You are so strong."

"I warned you during our chats."

"I know, but guys say a lot of things that aren't necessarily true." I don't reply. "Are you surprised at my strength?" Oh shit, how to answer ... I don't want to hurt his feelings, I answer, "Yes." As far as it goes, it is a true answer. We spend the next couple of hours going back and forth putting on bear hugs and leg scissors. He says, "OK! OK!" each and every time and I let go.

Then he starts getting a bit rougher, which I am glad to see and feel. We're on the bed and he is trying to choke me while in the mount. I take away one of his table legs, a common wrestling terminology, and catch him in an arm triangle. I apply pressure and before he even has a chance to say OKOK or to tap, he's unconscious. I relax my grip, roll him over, and rub his chest, pushing the air to start again. He comes to in about 3-6 seconds.

"Fuck, you knocked me out. How long was I out, 5 minutes or so?" I laugh.

"No, only a few seconds."

"You're lying, it had to be at least 5 minutes."

"Is that the first time you've been knocked out?"

"Yes."

"Then that is a common misconception ... the time is much shorter than it seems."

We lay there for a few moments, he is up against my chest, one of my arms over his chest, a leg over his midsection. We lay there for awhile until he simply falls asleep. We stay that way for about a half hour. When he wakes, he looks at me questioningly.

"You fell asleep," I say.

"I felt so safe, I guess is why," was his reply. He is awake now and we start rolling around again, applying bear hugs and leg scissors. I put a leg scissor on his neck and my quads tightened down. He almost screamed except my pressure cut it off. This time he tapped on my leg and I released.

"I've never felt such strength from anybody," he says as his breathing returns to normal. We attacks me, trying to control me again. I roll him and and lock on a rear naked choke. He is out again before tapping. I bring him around.

"Holy shit, you're a beast," he says. He asks me to stand again and we kiss and do frottage while we bear hug again. Soon, it is time for him to leave to care for his pets. We both start dressing, kissing and hugging while doing so. "Next time we meet, I want you to be rougher with me. I can take anything you can hand out."

I give him a final kiss and push him out the door, urging him to hurry home to care for his pets.

Will we meet again ... hard to say. But he has texted me and said what a great time he had. One never knows, does one.