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Brett was one of those chance encounters really. I had gone to the YMCA to go swimming one afternoon. While I was there, I saw this blonde guy there, and I kept watching him because he had the most wonderful pair of thighs. I could see his strong muscles ripple around his legs as he walked, and I could see the definition under the water while we were swimming.

We started talking, and I mentioned something about wrestling. He told me that he hadn't wrestled around too much. As we talked though he asked me what hold was the one that I liked the most. So I told him it was the headscissors.

"What is a headscissors?"

So, I told him, "It's a hold where one guy wraps his thighs around someone else's neck and squeezes them, until they give up."

"I still don't understand what you mean", he explained.

"Okay, after we are done in here, we can go outside and I'll show you how to do one.", I offered. Of course, I was offering my neck for his training, and I was really looking forward to it, as I stood there in the water and kept looking down at the wavering vision of those nice thighs.

"That sounds fine. You're going to let me squeeze you?" He asked.

"Sure, you can squeeze me. In fact, how about this, you can do it just like it should be done, and see if you can make me give up. How does that sound?" Offering my neck again to the sacrifice on the altar of thighs.

"Are you sure? My legs are pretty strong?" He warned, lifting his leg up out of the water to show me the glorious muscled leg of his. I admired the way that the water ran off his thighs, the definition of his muscles guiding the droplets of waters.

"I'm sure, the only thing that will happen is that you make me give up."

We talked a little bit more and headed into the dressing room to change. It was warm outside and we both had come to the Y with only our towels and our swimming suits. We headed out the door to find a place where I could teach him how to wrap his legs around my neck. There was a school yard with a nice grassy area around the corner from the Y, so I suggested going there. We discussed those where ya from, where ya live, how ya like it here stuff.

We got to the nice little lawn in front of the school. It was hidden really nicely from the road by a nice thick hedge so we could wrestle around with some privacy. There was a small amount of nervousness at the beginning, since we had first met, and we talked a little bit more.

"Cool, so how do I do this scissor thing?" He asked as he placed is towel down on the grass.

"Well, sit down here..", I pointed to the grassy area between us, "..and we can go from there."

He sat down and I sat down in front of him facing him. I looked at the hard muscled thighs that I was about to willing put my neck into, and.. "Okay, what I'll do is put my neck between your thighs, and I can tell ya what to do from there, okay?"

He agreed, as he watched me place my neck into the warm cradle his deep inner thighs. I felt the warmth of his thighs touching the back of my neck, and then I was ready to feel those thighs wrapped and squeezing my neck.

As, I laid my neck between his thighs I heard, "Oh, you want me to squeeze you between my legs! That will be easy, I did this before to a friend back home when we wrestled."

"Exactly, just like that. Now all you have to do is squeeze, since you already know what I'm talking about."

"Well, we don't have to now that I know what you are talking about." He stated, while I was rising from his thighs to begin to try and change his mind. I could still feel the warmth from his thighs where they touched my neck, and I now wanted to feel those thighs wrapped around me.

"Well, we're here, we could wrestle, or you could just squeeze me to see if you can make me give. Not very many have been able to get me to give up." I challenged.

There was a quick glimmer of light in his eyes, "Okay, I'll see if I can make you give, that shouldn't be too hard. Now put your head back into my thighs." He demanded.

I obey, quite willingly. I turned around, and laid back into those thighs. He had already begun to raise them, so as I sank between the strong muscles I could feel the thighs encircling my neck. He lifted his legs and put them on top of my shoulder, the weight of the muscles pressing me down deeper into his crotch. I watched as the flesh of his thighs rippled with the muscles of his legs, and felt the closing of his thighs around my neck. My feeling ecstasy surged as I felt the weight of their density pressing against my chest and stomach.

"Are you ready?" He asked, intertwining his ankles to close the opportunity of escape.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I replied as I moved my neck into a comfortable position between the strong muscles, preparing myself for the hardening of the walls.

Suddenly, the smooth thighs hardened, the muscles responding to his demand for a powerfully tight squeeze. I was taken aback by the quickness of the tightness. I grabbed his thighs with my hands, trying unsuccessfully to pull them from my neck. I was definitely trapped. The rock hard thighs pressed me deeper into the ground while pushing me closer to submitting. I thought for sure that the squeeze was going last a few seconds at this full power and I would be history, begging for release from his entwined thighs.

As quickly as the pressure began it decreased. The pressure didn't cease by any means, it was still there, holding me tight.

"Sorry, I wanted to make you give slowly." He explained while adjusting his muscular tension around my neck.

"Slowly?" I gasped

"Yeah, slowly, I want to squeeze you like I did my friend back home. I would keep him locked up in my legs for a long time, and make him suffer." He exclaimed both verbally and with flexing muscles as punctuation.

I thought to myself, "What have I done? How did...," pausing my thoughts to completely respond to another onslaught of crushing power, "..get myself into this. He's going to..", again a change in the way the muscles were pressing against my neck, "kill me."

He continued to work on my neck. I could feel the muscles of his thighs as they moved to his every command. The pressure of a striation at the back of my neck would move around to the side, and the weight of his thighs would change, the flexing of the muscles would move as if he was flexing each individual one at a time. I was definitely a prisoner in his thighs, and the feeling was pleasant and orgasmic, yet, frightful.

I ran my hands along his thighs and felt the definition of the flesh, feeling the movement as he adjusted his legs to increase or decrease the pressure. The feeling was definitely wonderful.

He continued to torture me in his thighs for quite sometime. I'm not sure exactly when he stopped, could have been a couple of minutes, could have been an hour. I just know that when he released my neck, I was fully and completely satisfied for a pair of thighs, actually happy to have the living oak trees away from my neck.

"Are you all right?" He asked as he put his hand on my shoulder and neck.

"Yeah.. I'm fine, I just didn't expect that I would be worked over like that." I answered while massaging my neck, and checking to see if my head was still attached.

"Sorry, you asked me to make you give. You did give up, I just was having so much fun watching you squirm and try and pry my legs apart. Ya looked just like my friend when I did that to him. That felt good, thanks." He explained while massaging my neck.

The warmth of his hands and massaging as nice. I was enjoying the touching also, which surprised me. He talked to me about how he and his friend used to wrestle around and how he would clamp his legs around his neck and work him over. He was pretty apologetic about getting carried away on me, but overall a very interesting and memorable experience. He asked me if we could do it again sometime, and I told him that would be great. Course I never did run into that mysterious guy with the fabulous thighs again.

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