My first squeeze
By Wrapped (niel_e@yahoo.com)
My first actual experience in being scissored happened in a public pool. My family and I were on holiday and playing ball in the pool with some friends when a college stud trying to impress my sister joined the game of possession.
Training
With the added testosterone challenge the game got rougher, and I positioned myself between the muscular newcomer and the rest to bear the brunt of his attack. Every time I snatched the ball from him he got bolder in his attacks, more cocky and determined. Our wrestling bouts got harder and longer as I tested his strength, agility and speed and got used to his technique. But I was slippery, wiry and tough as nails, even then, and easily managed to counter his attempts to take the ball from me.
I was just starting to enjoy the prolonged battles for supremacy when he slipped under my grip and moved behind me. His powerful arms snaked under mine and he tried to lock me in a full nelson.
He had caught me like this a few times before, and every time he had done so I was forced to let go of the ball. Writhing in his slippery attempt he found it difficult to lock on to me, and I could feel his thighs trying to prevent my movement. I was determined not to let him wrap me up, and the more he tried to secure my body in a hold, the more I wiggled out of his embrace.
With my free hand I tried to push his thigh from locking round mine, and found myself surprised how I could feel the muscles of his thighs and calves pump and flex in his attempt to lock my legs in a grapevine from behind.
He must have noticed my attention waver, or else he noticed the growing hard-on as our legs tangled for position, but suddenly he gave up trying to lock me in a nelson, and wrapped my chest in his arms, pinning my groping free arm helplessly to the side of my chest.
I could feel his heavy breathing on the side of my neck as he trapped me in his powerful arms, and could hear him grunt with victory as he secured the bearhug on my heaving chest.
"Got you now my mate!" he said, and made me grunt in his muscular grip.
With my mind still reeling from the sudden turn of events, and my crotch throbbing under the assault of his encroaching legs, he hooked one of them round my waist, and locked his ankle in the back of his other leg's knee with the other, trapping me tight in a figure 4.
I groaned as he flexed his thick thighs around my waist. I could feel his heaving pecks behind me, his nipples hard against my back. My feet struggled under the weight of his attack, and my strength buckled in the vice grip of his thighs. He squeezed me harder between his legs and pulled me deeper into his crushing embrace. Then he whispered into my ear to let the ball go, or else...
I grunted my refusal as his legs tightened around my abs, and the hand of my arm that was trapped in his hug could feel how his quad muscs swelled under the water as he squeezed. I could see how the muscles in his arms ripped and flexed around my chest as he increased the pressure of his bear hug. on my chest and whispered "or else...".
With my heart jumping in my chest and my mind still reeling at the sudden turn of events he repeated his threat and pumped me again with those powerful legs. Then, with the relentless power of a python he began to increase the pressure of his arms, constricting my chest and making it difficult to pull any breath into my heaving chest. It felt as if he was squeezing the last breath from my body.
As he pulled me deeper in his deadly embrace he whispered, breathe... and by the sound of his voice I could hear that he had a smile on his lips as he slipped his ankle down and locked his scissors straight.