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As always I climbed out of my wet sleeping bag as soon as I awoke, because the never-ending humidity could only be relieved by the contrast between the stuffy heat of the tent and the relatively less sticky humidity of the jungle morning. The only thing to do at a time like this was to head for the river for the comparatively cool water to wash the sweat off and feel some sense of refreshment. If the endless heat were not enough, the humidity was unsufferable.

Emerging from my tent I stripped off the cotton vest and briefs that had soaked up some of the sweat, and spun around naked to feel what little coolness the movement of the air could bring to my wet skin. Not waking the others I made for the river which passed by our campsite some fifty yards away. The long grass felt cool under my feet, and I stopped after a few yards and rolled in the grass. Here at last was some relief, but the flowing water of the river was what I needed. As it was, the river nearby was slow-moving, but at least it was deep enough to submerge in, and splash, and dive, and feel the cooling wetness. Pity it was not that clean, but it was wet and cool. That's what I needed at this time of morning.

As usual the jungle was already awake, the sounds of birds almost drowning out the more distant sounds of monkeys chattering and screaming. The air was alive with the buzz, buzz, buzz of insects. There was lots of noise, but there was seldom anything to see unless one made a point of looking for it.

I reached the river and walked a few yards upstream to a place where I could walk across some rocks and drop into a narrow, faster flowing section where the movement of water felt the coolest. After the heat of the fetid jungle air, the water felt cool, even though by any other standards it was warm - nothing is ever cool in the jungle, it's all much of the same temperature.

Letting myself drift with the flowing water I slowed after a few yards into the deeper pool, and swam around, just for the sake of the movement of water on my skin, and I rubbed myself as if to remove the stickier, smellier parts of my sweat. It was a good feeling. I always felt aroused at this time of morning, and I liked to come here on my own so that I could feel aroused in private, not having to share it with the others. It was my private time for feeling aroused by the nakedness not just of myself but of myself in the whole surrounding, natural jungle. I felt part of this naturalness, and it always felt very good. I luxuriated in the coolness and the smoothness of the water.

As I floated in the water, a movement in the grass on the opposite bank caught my eye. The grasses were parting as if something was moving through them. It was easy to imagine what this was, because the grasses moved so evenly, and smoothly, that it could only be a snake moving slowly, with regular, even movement. We had seen snakes before, not as many as you might imagine would be seen in the jungle, but a few. This one, however, as a first impression, was larger than the snakes we'd seen before. The grass was moving over a fair number of feet, yards even. At a guess, this was an anaconda, the biggest of the Amazon constrictors. At this distance, it posed no threat to me, and if I made enough noise it would probably avoid me and hope not to be seen.

However, it had been seen, if that is what is was, and I had always secretly thought that wrestling with one of these big snakes might be very erotic. Certainly the idea of this had always turned me on, and when I looked into the deeper parts of my mind I'd have to admit this was part of the reason for wanting to come along on this jungle trip. But whether the reality could ever match the fantasy was something I thought I've never get to find out. Maybe this was the time to find out. I watched the grass swaying as whatever it was, came closer to the river. I could feel the energy rising within me and my muscles suddenly felt in need of some strenuous exercise, just like they did whenever I was anticipating a wrestling match with one of my mates back home. I felt I was well up for this.

I swam the couple of strokes it needed to get to the river bank and hauled myself up the overhanging lip of thick grasses. Clambering up into a kneeling position I could see that the movement in the grasses had stopped. This suggested again that the movement was caused by a snake, which would have felt the vibrations I was causing in the river bank. In a crouching position, I made towards the area where the movement had been. The grass was thick, and it was difficult to see anything from some feet away.

And then I saw it, because the movement of a large serpentine head drew my gaze to a point about ten feet away. I could see it was an anaconda's head, thick, and flattened compared with other large boids. Evidently this was some big snake, because the head looked like that of a small dog. But what was behind it was no short body and legs. I still couldn't see how much of a length was lying behind it. So I took a few steps forward, to get a better look. The snake drew its head back, aware of my presence and my movement in its direction. The question was, was it going to escape, or was it going to attack? Perhaps that was up to me.

Closer now I could see some of the length behind the head, and perhaps more critically I could see some of the girth,which was impressive. It impressed me, anyway. This was no skinny, half-starved snake like we usually saw. This had a girth of, what, ten inches across. This was a successful hunter. If I was to wrestle with that snake, it wouldn't take many coils of that thickness to get me into some deep trouble. Or, on the other hand, the feeling of those coils around me could be just the kind of trouble I could really enjoy. After all, I've wrestled big men before, and the snake isn't going to be that much stronger. That's the theory, anyway. How about finding out. Now's the time, there's never going to be a better time than this, I thought.

The snake, however, semed to be having other ideas. It was beginning to turn away from me, as if to avoid me. It was then or not at all, there was no better chance than that to see what it's like wrestling with a snake this size. I pitched forward, aiming to grab its neck, just behind its head. I didn't think much more than that. Probably I should have done, but there wasn't time.

I landed full-length on the grass, simultaneously catching the snake's neck in my two hands. It was a clumsy lunge but effective, and I got a good grip. The snake obviously felt that way too, because instantly it leapt into action, its full length seemingly writhing into self-defence. Within no time it threw a couple of coils of its neck around my two hands and lower arms. It forced my arms together, and I couldn't prise them apart. The snake, even at its comparatively slender neck coils, was awesomely strong. 'Shit!' I said out loud, still not thinking much, but in the midst now of a situation. I could feel the snake was using its neck coils to hold my arms and pull its head out of my hands. The strength was incredible. I held on with a vice-like grip but I could feel it wouldn't be long before the snake would pull its head free.

Freeing its head, it would be free to bite me, and I didn't want that. I had to avoid that at all costs. It didn't occur to me at that point that perhaps the snake merely wanted to escape. I held on grimly.

I could sense then that as well as the snake trying to wrest itself from my grip, its coils were beginning to move towards my head. I glanced around me to find that much of its coils were moving towards me. And what a sight they were. I had failed to see the full length of them, and now, seen at close quarters, they seemed to go on forever. And thick, too, thick along the whole of the length I could see. I held on. A length of coil moved under my left armpit and started moving over my shoulders. It moved smoothly and quite fast over my shoulders, and I could feel it on the back of my neck. It started to come over my right shoulder and I could feel it beginning to coil around my neck. I pressed my right shoulder against it, to try to stop it coiling my neck. I didn't want that coil around my throat. No way. But that was merely shifting the coil up against my face, and I didn't want that either.

However I managed to close the gap betwen my upper arm and my face and the snake's coil moved over my arm. I lay as flat as I could, to avoid letting the snake coil around my body. I wanted to keep whatever control I could. So far, I'd still got the snake held tight. I could feel more of the snake's coils move over my back, and they were heavy. It was doing its best to get coils around me. So where do I go from here, I was wondering. I was still in the mood for wrestling this damn thing, but I was going to keep control of it, I was thinking, not the other way around. But where do I go from here. I could feel the snake's coils pressing at either side of my chest, where it was holding me in a half-coil. I had to decide what to do with this. So I thought, okay, let's see what this thing's got. I turned into the coil, on to my right-hand side where the snake was not yet fully coiling me. I wasn't going to make it easy for it.

As I did so, though, the snake took my roll on to my right-hand side and pushed me further over, so that I was lying on top of the coil around my upper back, with another coil under my waist, the next part of the coils now lying lazily over my stomach.. Immediately the coil under my waist moved further round and began to emerge under my right side, clearly moving to make a complete coil around me. I saw the coil over my stomach move inexorably over me, the muscles in its underbelly rippling over my skin. The coil came further around me, and I could see the beginning of a complete coil around me. If I was going to escape, time was running out now. I could feel enormous strength in those coils, and the snake wasn't even squeezing hard yet.

With what took some effort I turned to the right to get out of the snake's coiling, but there was little I could do, because the first complete coil was forming around my chest. And with relentless, and seemingly effortless movement, the snake was working its coils around me. My arms were still held fast in its grip. I decided then that I needed my hands free, and my arms free, so that I could get more freedom of movement. So I let the snake's head go. Immediately it relaxed its grip around my arms, and I pulled them free. The snake reared its head over me, as if to strike, and it held that menacing pose, but didn't strike. With one hand I held the snake's neck away from me.

Now the snake's attention seemed to be moving towards coiling me. The whole length of its body was moving towards me now, and the coil around my upper body was beginning to become two coils. The coils were thick, heavy, and very, very strong. It seemed the coils were sheer muscle, and I was beginning to feel a strength within those muscles that I had not felt before, anywhere. So it was do or die now, and now was the time to do. I felt my own strength rise within me as I took up the challenge. This would be a wrestling match, pure and simple. And I had to win, so it was my strength, my stamina, my cunning, against the snake's. I had no idea how I was matched. The only way to find out was to do it.

I was able to struggle to my knees, which gave me some extra balance, and perhaps an advantage, though it also enabled the snake to coil me more, and the coils were beginning to envelop the whole of my upper body. I could still breathe quite freely, but I wouldn't have wanted the snake to squeeze much tighter. The coil around my chest, I could resist with the strength of my own chest muscles. Around my ribs and my waist, I could feel the power of the coils squeezing me tight. I could no longer breathe so freely in the lower part of my lungs, because the snake was coiling me too tightly there. There seemed to be enough movement in my upper lungs, though.

I looked at the coils around my torso, the brown and black scales glistening with wetness from the grass, and reflecting the soft light streaming through the trees. I could see the ridges of hard muscle running lengthwise along the coils, and it was very clear that these coils were almost all muscle throughout. They were beautiful, I had time to think. I could feel more coils moving around my hips. Now was the time, I felt, to start unwinding these coils, if I was to keep the advantage. If, that is, I had any advantage right at that moment.

Holding a length of the snake's neck in one hand, I started pushing at the coil around my shoulders with the aim of taking it over my head. At that point, the snake gave a convulsive twist and threw me on to the ground. Oh well, I thought, I can do this from here. I felt more coils moving over my groin and I took my attention to the fact that I was fully aroused down there. I was obvously enjoying this despite any fear that there might have been somewhere in my mind. This challenge was intoxicating, and the feeling of these heavy coils around my body was giving me a sexual rush. The coil moved between my legs and pressed my erection down hard. The coil began to move around my right thigh, so my left leg was still free and I had some scope for moving.. I watched as the coil made a complete circle around my thigh. My thigh muscles were bulging as it pressed hard against them. Then the coils stopped coiling, and lay between my legs. Evidently the snake must have felt it was in control. We'd have to see about that.

With a great effort on my part, bearing in mind the great weight of the snake that lay not only around me but on top of me, I managed to scramble to my knees. This only seemed to encourage the snake into action again, though, as it began another coil around my thighs, but this time, the other thigh. My range of movement was getting less, I could judge. Then I felt the snake begin to squeeze. What had felt like a firm holding of its coils around me, started to become a serious squeeze. It was a very definite change of feeling. I could begin to feel my chest caving in under the strength of that squeeze. Perhaps I had underestimated just how hard the snake could squeeze. Well, perhaps there would be a limit to how long the snake could hold this squeeze.

I had been held in squeezes before when I had wrestled with my mates back home. I liked the sleeper holds where, with some control, my opponent would hold me in a headlock, and hold me long enough to suffocate. I liked the feeling that came when I was beginning to black out. I could get off on that, it was a great feeling, in all sorts of ways. The difference now was that I didn't have that kind of control. So this could be something new for me. The pressure from the snake's coils increased.

I fell to the ground, the better to have some range of movement, though this seemed limited now. The whole of my body from my shoulders down to my thighs was encased in a glistening spiral of coils so muscular, I couldn't fail, even in this situation, to get high on the sight of it, and the sensation, and the reality of this. No fantasy of mine had ever prepared me for the sight of those huge, overpowering coils at close quarters. And the snake was squeezing even harder.

The word 'constrictor' was coming to my mind, and I realised how right this word was. The snake was constricting me, constricting me hard, and I could feel the first sensation of suffocation. The blood was beginning to pound in my head, and my sight was beginning to blur. I could feel my erection being held down hard by the huge coil that encircled my right thigh, and I moved it against the coil to heighten the sexual feeling. I could feel myself beginning to build towards an orgasm. I moved it some more.

My grip around the snake's neck was weakening now, and I let it go. With what seemed like a move to complete the encoiling, the snake wound a thick coil around my throat. With very little effort it was throttling me. My head was spinning, and my senses heightening. I felt the orgasm building, building, and I pressed my erection hard against the snake' coils. If this was going to finish me, I was going to finish well, with the greatest orgasm of my life. I could feel it coming. I felt the coils tighten gradually, steadily, until I felt myself drifting away.

I was drifting into another place, some other time, my consciousness was drifting away. And I came then, a mighty, explosive, gushing orgasm that was strong enough to lift the whole of the snake off the ground, as I arched and bucked and writhed my body into this great orgasm. It went on for longer, much longer than I had ever experienced, even in the stupified states I'd known before in the sleeper holds. It went on, and on, and on. My mind soared on the wings of this great orgasm, a moment extended into a strange dimension where time was no longer moving and I was suspended in some unimaginable, indescribable height of dizzyingly ecstatic, uncontrollable sensation. It just went on and on and on. And then at last it, and I, were done. I collapsed, crashed from this sensation into total loss of consciousness. That was the last I knew of it. It was over, and so, surely, was I. If I had been conscious I could have said I had lived the extreme of my capacity for sensation in those final moments, but at the price of losing my life itself. And that was that. I was finished.

I don't know how long I was unconscious. I came to, to find myself alone on the wet grass. The snake had gone. I came around slowly, the first sense being of my head spinning, the second being of a sharp, penetrating headache. I was also feeling sore, bruised, especially around my ribs. I lay for a while, I don't know for how long. Then I heard my friends calling for me. I called back, to say I was there. They let me be, knowing I was there, while I took my time to come around, and had another bathe. That was an adventure that I have lived again in my memory many times. So I had won after all.

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