Guys Fighting Story
I moved into my
new home in a rural area in the Midwest. A nice quiet area where I could enjoy
gardening, and the quiet from lack of traffic. Most of all, the house had an
enormous basement that I turned into my exercise and wrestling and fight room.
The houses were far enough apart that whatever I did in my home would not be
noticed by any neighbors. All the yells, groans and screams coming from my
opponents mouths as well as mine would never be heard. We could hurt, pummel,
pound and punish one another with abandon and have no fear of being interrupted.
Shortly after moving in, UPS arrived with my mat purchase and as I was preparing
to take them into the house, a neighbor teenager came up and asked if I needed
help. He was 17 years old and on a long jog. His name was Kevin,a beefy football
player build, blonde red hair and a very firm handshake. He helped me install
the mats and in return I would teach him submission grappling and fighting
techniques since his high school lacked a wrestling team and the town was too
small for a martial arts school.
He was very enthusiastic and eager to start once the mats were installed. I was
glad to have a local person I could work out with and if he showed promise,
fight!
I had moved in June so we practiced all summer until he started his senior year
and football season resumed. He learned quick and his enthusiasm was
invigorating as well as contagious. We started with basic moves and submissions
and gradually led up to strikes with gloves but nothing to hard. I didn’t want
to go at it with him until I knew he could really take it and give it back.
When football season ended he was ready to take up grappling with a vengeance.
He had so much testosterone and aggressiveness that we were sparring more and
more competitively as winter progressed.
His 18th birthday was in February and I asked him what he wanted for his big 18
years. He shocked me by asking for a full out fight! He said he wanted the
opportunity to test out what he learned and that now was better than later. So I
gladly told him he had a fight. He wanted to fight until a clear winner was
determined, no limit to submissions, fight ended when one of us quit or was
KO’d. I couldn’t believe it, we were going to really fuck each other up! We both
agreed that we would willingly bruise and bloody each other up but not try to
break any bones. We’d also wait a few weeks after his birthday when his parents
would be away on a two week vacation. We’d fight that first Friday night they
were away after he returned from school. We also agreed that for us to really
lay into one another we’d have to spend about a month not practicing together,
but training alone or with others until the day of our fight. We’d smack talk on
the phone, working each other up to the day we could lay into one another with
abandon, leaving our friendship at the door so as to focus on the task of
winning a fight.
I did plenty of push ups for punching power and lots of cardio and ab work to
prepare myself and I know Kevin did the same. He’d call on the phone and tell me
how he was eager to feel his bare knuckles slamming into my face, crushing my
cheek to my teeth. How he wanted to hear my moans from the pain he inflicted. I
returned the smack letting him know how much I wanted to hurt him prior to
making him quit the fight or if he didn’t quit he’d know what it was like to be
KO’d.
We got our blood boiling and neither of us could wait for the day of our fight.
That day finally arrived and I was nervous and excited about laying into him and
by the thought of feeling his fists landing on me, making me want to hurt him
more from the pain he inflicts on me.
We agreed to meet in the basement at 6 p.m. I’d be already in red fight shorts
and wrestling shoes awaiting his arrival. He’d change into his shorts upstairs
and come down prepared to fight. Already being friends we wouldn’t shake hands
because we didn’t want to break the built up aggression we created from our
month apart.
6 o’clock came and I stood on the mats ready for him. My body was almost shaking
from the nervous excitement I felt from the anticipation of the pain and
punishment to come. Kevin walked down the stairs, grappling shoes and black
fight shorts accenting the fighters build. He was chomping on his mouth guard
while I clenched my teeth on mine. We stood apart at opposite ends of the room
staring each other down both wanting to fuck each other up! 30 seconds later we
slowly raised our fists and cautiously advanced towards the center of the room.
We lowered our torsos into a staggered stance and got close enough to begin
locking up, shoving at one another’s forehead, grabbing and pulling each others
wrists until we eventually tied up and fought to drag each other down. He kneed
me in my abs, almost hitting my solar plexus. I almost lost my breath. I
reciprocated the hit but landed hard in his solar plexus weakening him enough
that I could arm drag him down and side mount him. I rammed my elbow into the
side of his face at the same time my knee hit the other side, badly stunning
him. I wanted this punk to hurt but I didn’t want this to end quickly. I wanted
this to last as long as possible. He prevented me from mounting him and put the
heel of his hand hard against my upper lip, shoving it into my teeth while he
pushed up and forced my head back. I switched my base so my weight was in my
side shoving into his ribs with one arm behind his head and I gave him a quick
and decisive jab into his mouth. I wanted him to taste blood but gauged myself
so as not to get a quick win.
We fought slowly. I relished in the pain I could inflict and also appreciated
the pounding he could give me. The room was very hot and we were drenched in
sweat making some moves very hard to keep. Our bodies were plastered to one
another, the heat pulsating from us, my face buried into his side, wet with
sweat. Sometimes I’d find myself in a hold with my mouth crushed against his
skin and the sweat would flow right into my mouth and I’d swallow it.
I’d find myself in his guard and I’d attempt to keep my forearm in his throat
only to have it shoved aside his head and with the fall I’d feel his fist slam
into my ribs and kidney. I’d retaliate with a hard elbow to his ribs, or I’d get
base, raise my hips into him and start to stack his legs while I swung at his
face, landing some solid shots.
We both tapped many times, breaking briefly before resuming the fight. At one
point after a break we just looked at each other with malice, raised our fists
and just slugged each other in the face. He landed some good shots to my cheek
and jaw, and a few to my ear, rattling me good. I was able to connect two solid
hits to his nose, drawing some blood. With my fists still raised, I asked if he
was going to stop. He called me a cunt and told me to fuck off and then dove in
trying for a single leg takedown. I sprawled my legs out, driving my waist with
all my weight on top of his shoulders, pushing him into the mats. We fought for
position. Eventually I was on top but he had one of my legs in a half guard. I
attempted to keep myself up so I could strike but he grabbed my head and then
over hooked my arm deep under my pit, pulling me flat against him.
We were chest to chest and my cheek was pressed solidly against his, both of us
pushing the other. I could feel his body heat and taste the sweat pouring off
his face. Being in his half guard, my thigh was pressing forcibly into his
crotch and his into mine. However, since I was on top I had the advantage of
leverage and could push harder. I punched his lower ribs five times, wanting to
make him hurt bad. He punched the back of my head with his free arm.
We struggled more with the punches and pushing until we started to stale mate. I was acutely aware of our body heat and sweat. My face was still pressed against his. Our crotches were slowly starting to grind and I noticed a rise in my groin. We punched each other again but with less intensity. After about a minute I started to move my head to prepare myself for a more advantageous position when our lips just touched. I felt an electric charge surge through my genitals and rested my head so my mouth was just aside his cheek. He didn’t let go of his hold but with his free arm grabbed the back of my head and pushed it so our mouths were in alignment. He shocked me by pressing his hot wet lips onto mine and slowly kissed me. The kiss was pure ecstasy. We sucked down each others tongues with abandon. We ground our thighs firmly into each others crotch, pushing into our balls and hard cocks. After several minutes of this, we broke the kiss and I just said,”FUCK!!!” He said he wanted that so badly. He never knew how to approach it and decided this was just as good a time as any. “oh Man,” I said. I started to gently chew on his lip, he sucked on my upper lip. I ran my tongue along the outer portions of his lips, then gradually ran it along his jaw line and under his earlobes. He grabbed the back of my head and rammed his tongue into my mouth with an animal lust and we both ground our cocks into one another. After some minutes of this our mouths parted and I reminded him that our fight wasn’t over yet. His eyes showed me a passion for fighting as well as loving.
He shoved my face into his mouth and we locked lips again for a few seconds. This was a distraction as I wasn’t prepared to be swept onto my back and pounded in the face. I hipped out and was in his full guard. I tried various techniques to break his guard. Success came when I stacked his legs, thrust an arm and shoulder through and threw his legs over me until I got to his side and kneed him as hard as I could in the ribs. He attempted to knee me in the face but I kept my head to his body and prevented any damage from occurring. I was in a side mount and I succeeded in slamming my elbow hard into his jaw, stunning him enough so I could get into a full mount. I crept my knees up under his arms, pinching them good into his pits and placed all my body weight into my waist. I proceeded to ram my fist into his face, hitting him in the eye a few times until I switched to using my elbows, right, left and right again. I was stunning him and my ego was getting to me. He was able to buck his hips up and attempted to throw me. I was off balance but not enough to be thrown off. I landed my chest hard onto his face while throwing my arms out to secure my base. With his face pinned under my chest I took the advantage and repeatedly slammed my fist into him.
I had him so stunned the fight could have been over but my
manhood was too aroused for me to finish just yet. I snaked my body down until
our faces were side by side. I kept all my weight on him so he couldn’t escape
or counter. We were breathing so hard but I could tell he still had some fight
in him. At this point I decided to take my time and happily realizing he still
had a hard on I started to kiss him passionately. We kept at if for a few
minutes until I decided enough was enough. I pulled myself into an upright
posture, pushed my arm and hand onto his chest to hold him down and said, ”Time
to finish what we started, Stud!” with that I pounded my fist over and over into
his mouth, crushing his lips to his mouth guard, bringing up blood, then I
switched to his whole face until I could see his eyes start to glaze over and
felt him go limp. We agreed the fight would end when one of us quit or was KO’d
and I decided it was to be a KO.
I kissed his bloody mouth, got off him and went to get some ice and a wet towel
to clean him up. I got him to come to and after some minutes sitting next to
each other while he recovered we started making out again and gradually and
passionately made love to each other. In the passion of our love making we both
said how we wanted more fights and afterwards we agreed on a schedule. We’d
practice five days a week and once a month on the last day we’d fight. We came
up with a variety of rules and scenarios to try out and also included others
into our friendship.
More will be revealed!