This is just an attempt of a story I'm starting. All feedback welcome...If you would like to find out about how this young lad found himself in this situation, let me know and I will continue. I'm not a writer, constructive criticism welcome, but please don't be unpleasant :)
I feel weak, slow, lethargic, yet I want more…I YEARN for more.
His weight grinds into me, unrelenting, his hips riding low against mine, forcing the contact to stay unbearably tight. The grapevine is overwhelming, his legs stretching mine so wide, my body aches from the strain. I’m open, exposed, every part of me locked against him, pressed so close it’s like we’re one heaving, sweating body now.
His bulge grinds into mine with slow, methodical rolls off his hips. Not frantic, not rushed. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Fuck”, I gasp, letting out a primal grunt, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring into one. In a show of dominance her covers my mouth and nose with his palm, cutting off of airways

My briefs offer no barrier, just wet, straining fabric clinging to swollen flesh, every brush and thrust dragging a desperate, helpless shudder out of me. I can feel the shape of him, hard and thick, rubbing against the twitching outline of my own trapped hard on.
I gasp, the sound choked and ugly against the hot skin of his throat. My hands clenching into fists against his sides now, not pushing anymore, just gripping, clinging to something solid while my body betrays me completely. Every thrust, every grind sends sparks tearing up my spine, white hot and humiliating. The mat squeaks beneath me, but I’m locked down, my own hips starting to move without permission, chasing the friction even as my pride screams for me to stop.
He shifts higher, adjusting the pin, his hairy chest mashing even harder into mine, his mouth brushing my ear, licking, nibbling my lobe, the breathless rasp of his breathing so close it feels like a growl. His soft belly flexes against my soft stomach, and his hips rock in deeper, a slow, grinding pressure that makes my whole body stiffen beneath him.
My briefs are hopeless now, twisted high on my hips, so high I may as well be wearing a thong. The thin was lycra stretched and slick, riding up as our bodies rub and buck together. I can feel the wet heat leaking through the fabric, both of us damp, smeared, grinding in a slow, humiliating rhythm. It’s too much, the heat, the friction, the absolute inescapable weight of him owning me.
I bite down a moan, but it still leaks out, transitioning into a primal roar, no…a scream, raw and broken.
He hears it. He feels it.

His body presses down even harder, sealing me completely, trapping the building pressure right between us. His thick, hairy thighs quivering and tensing against my smooth legs.
The climax crashes over me in a hot, uncontrollable wave of cum that fills my briefs spilling out onto our stomachs. 

It hits hard. My whole body convulses, pinned under his crushing weight, trapped belly-to-belly, soaked and panting against the mat. I feel it, the wet, sticky heat smearing between us, soaking the tight fabric even more, a dark, humiliating stain spreading across the stretched Lycra.
And still, he doesn’t let up.

When he finally settles fully onto me, his body covering mine like a heavy, living blanket, it’s not even a pin anymore. It’s something deeper.

He owns me now, my body, my mind, my pride.
Sitting up and straddling me, he looks me in the eyes and flexes is muscles. His hairy body glowing with sweat and something else. His grey briefs bulging and soaking wet from the pure display of dominance and erotic prowess.
Looking up at him in pure ecstasy and disbelief in what I had just experienced, My first wrestling match opening the door into a deeper, darker parallel world of the sport.
He grins, grabbing his manhood and pulling it from under his soaking briefs. He was already close, I could tell purely from the little effort it took for him to pleasure himself. Taking pride in his victory over me, he shoots a heavy load over my smooth, sweaty chest, letting out a deep groan in the process.
dirtybarefet (0)
8/23/2025 11:47 PMhott story
Grapevine2 (1)
8/22/2025 8:46 PMThis is just an attempt of a story I'm starting. All feedback welcome...If you would like to find out about how this young lad found himself in this situation, let me know and I will continue. I'm not a writer, constructive criticism welcome, but please don't be unpleasant :)
I feel weak, slow, lethargic, yet I want more…I YEARN for more.
His weight grinds into me, unrelenting, his hips riding low against mine, forcing the contact to stay unbearably tight. The grapevine is overwhelming, his legs stretching mine so wide, my body aches from the strain. I’m open, exposed, every part of me locked against him, pressed so close it’s like we’re one heaving, sweating body now.
His bulge grinds into mine with slow, methodical rolls off his hips. Not frantic, not rushed. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Fuck”, I gasp, letting out a primal grunt, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring into one. In a show of dominance her covers my mouth and nose with his palm, cutting off of airways

My briefs offer no barrier, just wet, straining fabric clinging to swollen flesh, every brush and thrust dragging a desperate, helpless shudder out of me. I can feel the shape of him, hard and thick, rubbing against the twitching outline of my own trapped hard on.
I gasp, the sound choked and ugly against the hot skin of his throat. My hands clenching into fists against his sides now, not pushing anymore, just gripping, clinging to something solid while my body betrays me completely. Every thrust, every grind sends sparks tearing up my spine, white hot and humiliating. The mat squeaks beneath me, but I’m locked down, my own hips starting to move without permission, chasing the friction even as my pride screams for me to stop.
He shifts higher, adjusting the pin, his hairy chest mashing even harder into mine, his mouth brushing my ear, licking, nibbling my lobe, the breathless rasp of his breathing so close it feels like a growl. His soft belly flexes against my soft stomach, and his hips rock in deeper, a slow, grinding pressure that makes my whole body stiffen beneath him.
My briefs are hopeless now, twisted high on my hips, so high I may as well be wearing a thong. The thin was lycra stretched and slick, riding up as our bodies rub and buck together. I can feel the wet heat leaking through the fabric, both of us damp, smeared, grinding in a slow, humiliating rhythm. It’s too much, the heat, the friction, the absolute inescapable weight of him owning me.
I bite down a moan, but it still leaks out, transitioning into a primal roar, no…a scream, raw and broken.
He hears it. He feels it.

His body presses down even harder, sealing me completely, trapping the building pressure right between us. His thick, hairy thighs quivering and tensing against my smooth legs.
The climax crashes over me in a hot, uncontrollable wave of cum that fills my briefs spilling out onto our stomachs. 

It hits hard. My whole body convulses, pinned under his crushing weight, trapped belly-to-belly, soaked and panting against the mat. I feel it, the wet, sticky heat smearing between us, soaking the tight fabric even more, a dark, humiliating stain spreading across the stretched Lycra.
And still, he doesn’t let up.

When he finally settles fully onto me, his body covering mine like a heavy, living blanket, it’s not even a pin anymore. It’s something deeper.

He owns me now, my body, my mind, my pride.
Sitting up and straddling me, he looks me in the eyes and flexes is muscles. His hairy body glowing with sweat and something else. His grey briefs bulging and soaking wet from the pure display of dominance and erotic prowess.
Looking up at him in pure ecstasy and disbelief in what I had just experienced, My first wrestling match opening the door into a deeper, darker parallel world of the sport.
He grins, grabbing his manhood and pulling it from under his soaking briefs. He was already close, I could tell purely from the little effort it took for him to pleasure himself. Taking pride in his victory over me, he shoots a heavy load over my smooth, sweaty chest, letting out a deep groan in the process.
DenverWrestler (935)
4 days ago(In reply to this)
excellent writing skill – give us more!