This is a follow-up post to the recent near-gay experience post, and all of the exchange that followed. I promised I would post what happened, (if anything), between my buddy and I. Fortunately something did...I still feel a little strange because I just got back from his house. But, things got very interesting earlier this evening...

I mentioned that my buddy and I, (Tony's his name, incidentally) had tentative plans to go mountain biking this evening or next. We wound up scheduling for this evening. I got back from work, changed and immediately biked over to his apartment complex, which is very near where I live. I thought that if I was going to try what I had planned, I better introduce the subject before we go...otherwise we'd be a sweaty mess after we had biked around for awhile.

After getting there and chatting for a few minutes, I suddenly brought up the subject of our road trip way back when. I asked if he remembered that he took advantage of me when my foot had gotten stuck, that he had tickled my foot and so-on. He did remember and laughed a bit and asked why I brought that up now. I remarked that I had never gotten any payback for that. He smirked and asked what I wanted to do about it now. I thought I might actually be getting somewhere! I suggested a wrestling match (taking the advice of an anonymous poster in my previous message). I said that I didn't want to do anything too crazy...just a one-round submission match. When one person is pinned or gives up, match over. He didn't see how this would offer me any payback, given that I might not win. But he nevertheless agreed.

I took off my shoes, socks and shirt. He did the same. He joked that if I insisted on wrestling in my bare feet, he would visit the same torture on me as before. I told him that he would never get the chance. Tony's in good shape, definitely taller and leaner than I. I am shorter and stockier, but in decent shape myself. I knew if we went all out, he would probably win. But I had a hidden agenda and I sensed he had one too. We moved some furniture out of the way in the living room to clear a space, put on some decent music and got to it!

We started off standing up , but found that we didn't have enough space to move around without the risk of crashing into a bookcase or something. So we opted to start off on our knees, facing each-other. We locked up and I was surprised by his upper body strength for a skinny person. Long story short, we grappled around and he got me in a headlock. He succeeded in locking an arm behind my back and slowly forced me to the floor, face-first. My face was sort of buried in the carpet and he placed a knee into my back. He then pulled one of my legs up to expose my sole and the next thing I knew, he was at it, tickling my foot again! I was angry and disappointed. I was able to resist it a little and wasn't laughing quite as much as if I had been taken by surprise. But he had me and I was eventually laughing pretty hard and struggling to free my foot from his grasp. Eventually, he asked, "give up?" I had to, but I wanted another shot at him. I composed myself and asked for a double-or-nothing round. "Suit yourself," he said, and it was on again.

I employed a new strategy that worked beautifully. Instead of reaching for his body, I interlocked my hands with his, weaving our fingers together in a sort of test of strength. We were sort of deadlocked in a struggle for a few moments, then I began to let up. I fell down onto my back and he got on top of me, going for the pin. He had almost forced my shoulders to the floor when I quickly snaked my legs around him and trapped him in a body scissors. He didn't seem initially worried, but I then locked my feet at the ankles behind his back and began to straighten my legs towards the ceiling. This caused my thighs to cinch inward, squeezing his waist and lower ribs. Luckily, Tony's got a relatively thin waist, because my legs aren't long and would not have otherwise been able to encircle him. He let go of my hands and placed them flat on the floor on either side of me. Although he had technically gotten my shoulders on the floor, I was controlling him with my crushing hold, so I was clearly winning at that point!

I saw him wince and turn his head to the side. I eased up just a bit, not wanting to hurt him. I guess my thigh muscles are stronger than I had initially thought! All that biking, running and Tae Kwon Do had paid off. I was now alternating between letting up enough to give him a bit of a breather (without letting him escape), and squeezing with more intense pressure. I quickly discovered that just pointing my toes and straightening my legs would cause my thighs to flex and further squeeze his taut midsection. I was getting really turned on by the sight of my lean, muscular thighs squeezing around my buddy's waist and ribs. My skin is really fair and my buddy is really tan, so the contrast of my legs against his skin was somehow sexy. I even managed to glance to the side and see our reflection in the darkened television screen. We were like two warriors locked in combat; my legs looked great and the fact that I had Tony squeezed between them looked even better.

He was now breathing through clenched teeth and was starting to fade. Earlier attempts to separate my feet and/or legs did not work at all. He was on all-fours as I scissored him, so he could not use more than one hand at a time. All he could do was wait for me to free him. He finally gasped, "release me...you win." I replied that I would not.

Finally, then, success! He started to caress my thigh muscles, saying that they were so strong and powerful, strong and sexy and that he loved how I was dominating him with them. He referred to them as "python legs" and asked me to flex them around his midsection a few more times. I complied and was getting more turned on my the second. I knew this was getting somewhere, but I had yet to see where. I had planned on making the move on him, but I got caught up in my scissor struggle. He then slowly moved a hand from my flexing thigh to my sorts and began massaging my crotch. Of course, I could feel everything through the light shorts I had worn to go biking. I was really, really nervous but let him continue. Ultimately, he was at a bad angle to do anything further so he asked me to release the scissors hold. I did...I had been squeezing him so long that my sweaty legs sort of peeled off his waist! Immediately, one of his arms encircled his body to massage the soreness out. He was gasping for breath a little as well. I noticed that his sides were red where my thighs had been squeezing. I felt bad and asked if he was okay...he said he was fine and just needed some time to recover from the lengthy scissors hold.

He rolled to the side and I rolled with him. He continued to massage my cock through my shorts for a few minutes and then asked, "Ready?" I was as ready as I would ever be. He proceeded to draw my shorts and underwear down to my ankles, then off completely. My cock was hard, but not as hard as it could have been. This was the first time I had tried anything like this, so I was very nervous. Tony asked me to relax and proceeded to caress my bare cock. This caused it to throb and become harder. I was laying on my side and he was laying on his, facing me while he continued to work my cock and lightly caress my balls. When he saw that I was at full attention, he got up and asked me to wait a moment. He disappeared and for a second I felt really awkward, laying half-naked on the floor of my buddy's condo in the middle of having my cock stroked. However, that quickly faded. My friend had returned with some sort of hand lotion in a jar; not Vaseline, but something like it. He dipped his fingertips in and proceeded to coat my throbbing cock with the slick lotion. This felt much better and allowed his hand to easily slide over the head and down my shaft. He had good, strong hands and knew exactly what to do. I have heard women (who have been with other women) remark that women know exactly what they want, because they are women themselves. A woman knows exactly how to lick another woman's pussy, because she has a pussy herself. This was no exception...he knew exactly what would feel good on my cock. He worked the length of my shaft from top to bottom, while at the same time offering a gentler caress to my balls. Sometimes that hand would drift to my inner thighs...he continued to ask me to flex my thighs for him, remarking that they turned him on. As I relaxed further, I found myself moaning aloud with pleasure. I thought I would be self-conscious, but I wasn't. This was one of the best (if not the best) handjobs I had ever gotten, and I was going to moan my pleasure for him to hear. He continued to stroke, gaining momentum. My cock had gotten very vascular and thicker near the head, just as it does when I am about to cum. I finally did cum, and as I did, he continued to work my hard shaft, allowing me to complete my orgasm as I moaned with intense pleasure. He made sure he stroked until every last orgasmic pulsation was through, then asked how he did. I was sweaty, exhausted and shaking, but managed a hoarse, "great." I apologized for soling the carpet, but he did not seem to care. I noticed the bulge in his shorts and offered to return the favor, but for some reason, declined. He said he wanted to take it slow and wasn't sure where this would lead. But he said he was glad we both got this sort of unwritten thing out of our systems and said we could finally move on from here, to wherever we feel that can comfortably take us. For now, I am just glad for the experience...it could not have gone better!