Part of me felt bad, cumming under the library desk isn't cool? I'm sure it's been done before? I felt as though Tim made me do it. Ok he didn't use his choke hold to force me, but he could see how turned on I was by him? Honestly, I hadn't expected to be aroused, wrestling him.
It must have been at least thirty minutes after he had gone, before my cock settled down. The library had started to fill. Fortunately no one sat near me, the smell from his socks was heavy, and there was no mistaking the pungent odour of my cum.
Thinking back, I treated his wet socks like some kind of treasure, placing them in a special pocket of my gym bag. Without realizing it, I was already addicted to him. I pretty much spent that night sniffing his socks and jerking off, to thoughts of him.
The next morning I woke with a massive hard on, his socks were on my pillow and my cock was raw. That was the first time, I ever experienced 'phantom headlock'. It felt as though I was still clamped by his powerful arms, it lasted all day.
About five minutes after I showered, my phone buzzed, a new message: 'did I go too hard on you yesterday?' It had to be Tim? 'youre socks came in handy!'. It was him, he added me, I could see his profile now. Before I had a chance to reply, he messaged again 'I enjoyed that, get used to it', see you later!
The conversation at lunch, turned to Tim. Colm said he'd bragged about submitting me. We all agreed it was odd, immature, starting mess fights at age 20. Still I had to defend my reputation, to let John and Colm know, Tim had launched an unprovoked attack, so it wasn't a fair exchange. Colm laughed 'seriously I've scrapped with you loads of times and fair enough you're strong, taller than me or Tim too, but he could take us both, have you seen the legs on him, I'd kill for legs like that'.
Colm's aural depiction of Tim's muscular beauty and fighting prowess, lasted half an hour, everyone nodded and agreed. Tim was both admired and envied. John threw in a note of caution 'you have to watch him though, he enjoys fighting too much, a couple of times he had me, I submitted and he just kept me there, imprisoned, demanding more submission. It was messing but it was strange too, he seemed to get a thrill out of it'.
Colm shared multiple storys of Tim's love of domination. One in particular stood out 'it was after a rugby match and you know the way Tim likes to strut around naked, before a shower, showing off! Anyway I don't know why, but David and Tim started some banter, David's a big fucker, strong too, but when they started to grapple, Tim floored him, pinned him, like a normal pin, his knees on his arms, his bare ass on David's chest but when David lifted his head up to try and push Tim off, Tim stuffed his face into his crotch and locked him in there, squeezing his thighs together. Everyone was laughing, all we could see was Tim's massive dick, it is big let's be honest, he's blessed! Somewhere under there David was trapped, smothering, gagging. It was fucking crazy. Like John said Tim had no desire to let David out, he fucking loved having him buried in his crotch. David tried to scissor Tim from behind or throw him off, but Tim was solid on him. David just kept getting weaker under Tim, the heat, the stench, Tim's weight maybe? They were still there after we showered and I'm not the only one who noticed, David was hard as fuck, under Tim.'
The image of David, struggling under Tim's crotch, is seared into my mind. It's a powerful and deeply erotic representation of domination. For Colm and John it was odd, particularly the suggestion David might have enjoyed his ordeal. I got it though, and it made me crazy with lust. I wanted both of them, I wanted to be David in that moment, I was jealous of him too. But I also wanted to do it to Tim, to crotch smother him like that, to see his cocky face struggle in my crotch.
