Guysmiley's blog

I watched him strip out of his street clothes, appreciating his lean muscled look, really not bad for a 44 yo triathlon athlete. The sun was slowly going down, spreading its' stilted light through the unshaded window on the 4th floor of the Venice Beach Suites, right on the beach. Down below, all variety of individuals crossed paths on the boardwalk, some of them oblivious to the sand octopus that the artist had crafted on the sidewalk. It was fully visible from the window. The room was already prepared, mattresses on the floor, a small heater running in the corner, and overhead lights up partially. I stepped up behind and wrapped my arms around him in a bearhug. Not a full fledged hug, just one to test his tensile strength. He groaned but didn't really resist. I tightened down some ... "Oh God Oh God Oh God" ... he kept repeating over and over. I tightened a little more and he changed his tune. "Please stop. You're too strong. I don't have a chance."

"Is that what you really want me to do," I asked, but not letting go ... yet?

"Yes, please, you're too strong." I let go and he walked a short distance, flopping onto the mattresses, still moaning. I came down beside him, moving into a side control position. Chest to chest, I held him there. He wiggled and squiggled, moaned and groaned, but he didn't go anywhere. His hands rubbed up and down my arms, grasping first my bicep, then my tricep. "I've never met someone your age so hard muscled."

Not gonna lie, it felt good for this younger stud to compliment me like that. Sometimes it is hard for us to see ourselves as we really are and it takes an-others reality to bring the truth out. His hands went to my quads at this point.

"And your legs, they're like oak trees," he added.

"Wait until they're around you," I replied, slipping him into a leg scissor around his waist. Believe you me, I barely applied any pressure, probably even less than I had with my bear hug, and he was once again begging me to let him go. Once again, I asked to make sure this was what he wanted me to do and when he did, I released him. He dropped to his back, chest heaving. "You've tired me out already."

I laid back myself, asking him to get me a pillow due to a neck issue I have. He did as I asked, but as he slipped it under my head, he leaped on top, putting me in a school boy pin. He grinned down at me, delighted to have me in such a control position.

"What you gonna do now, muscle man," he asked. Without replying, I turned on the power and literally lifted his whole body in the air. As he rose he was shouting ... "no no no this can't be true" ... I tossed him to one side like so much feather weight. I then pulled him in close, snaking my arm around his throat in a rear naked choke, laying just behind his back.

"Please, no, not this," he grunted out, me barely even applying any pressure. Then I tightened my baseball hard right bicep and within seconds he would have been out had I not released the grip as swiftly as I had applied it. He kept saying over and over "Oh my god, oh my god." We lay there for a few moments, balls to butt, until we noticed the light in the room changing. We got up and went to the window to witness the final several moments of the sun dropping behind the horizon. It was beautiful from where we watched. As the day darkened, I turned and pulled him into a full nelson.

Pushing him gently along, we returned to the mattresses. I shoved him down, then lay on my back, letting him the leeway to attack me if he desired. Instead, he sat between my legs and put his hands on my stomach.

"Holy shit, you have a full six pack, you're so muscle hard." I let him play with my muscles, flexing for him, allowing him to delight himself feeling me up. By this point, we were both hard. "Will you lean over me and flex?"

We changed places as he asked and I did some simple flexes. He started wanking himself to my flexing and adding in some trash talk to go along, about how weak he was, how I could break him if I do desired and on and on. But soon, I was also in the need and being one who enjoys frottage, I dropped on top, letting my muscled body crush him underneath. Needless to say, it wasn't long before we both had cum and lay exhausted next to each other.

Clean up and some easy talk went on for a half hour or so and by then, it was time to part ways...he to pack for an early flight to Hawaii, me to head home for what remained of the evening.

He is coming back this way for a few extra days off on his return trip and I suspect we may be meeting up again. I may have to let him get me in a desired hold though to give him any sort of a chance. We'll see how it plays out.