My Private Boxing
Club Fight Story
I met Kenny at the gym one night when I had gone there for a late workout. There
were only about five other guys there, but I sometimes like to go at this hour
because I have the equipment I want to use to myself. I was just getting into my
workout on the heavy bag, my favorite exercise, when this young kid comes up and
stands watching me. I usually like an audience, and I really know how to punish
a bag like it is a real guy, so I didn't think much about it at first. But there
was something different about this guy, and the intense way he watched me, that
started to turn me on.
I have been going to this gym for about 3 years and know most of the regulars.
This was not a regular, and there is enough snob in me, plus my experience with
this type of guy, to know he was slightly out of his element in a well-run gym.
But he was hot looking, wearing a well worn pair of workout shorts and a tank
that didn't cover up much. He was so fucking cocky in his stance and attitude,
that I was not surprised when he said to me, "Wanna take a break while I work on
this thing?"
I stood aside and watched him move in on the bag like he would on a ring
opponent. He had good hooks and jabs, and apparently had been working out or
boxing for a while. It turned me on to see how aggressively he went after the
bag, and I could feel myself getting too interested in this young punk.
After he finished he sauntered away and I finished my workout, just happening to
notice that he was pumping some weights at the other end of the gym. Afterwards
I took a shower and went out and sat in my truck. I had already decided that if
the opportunity arose I would offer him a lift home, and see what happened.
In about 5 minutes he came out, his hair still wet from the shower and his tank
draped over one shoulder. I knew that he did not know the gym's rules about bare
chests, and guessed , rightly as it turned out, that he was using a free trial
membership which was sometimes offered to bring in new members. He walked
directly in front of my truck and I leaned out the window and asked him if he
wanted a lift. He hopped in without saying anything and I pulled out of the
parking lot.
The gym is one of the best, but is not in a good section of town. The busses do
not run by it and I thought the guy was heading to a bus stop a few blocks away.
When I asked him he said, "Nah, I like to hitch-hike!" I took another look at
him, in his tight jeans and with the tank over his shoulder, and imagined the
kind of rides he would get. Been there-done that!
I told him my name was Bob, and he responded "Kenny", and gripped my hand with a
firm handshake. He was about 5'8", I guessed his weight about 170, and he was
build very hard. His arms must have been 16, but his best feature was hugely
defined abs. I had to work to keep my eyes on the street. We started to talk and
I was getting turned on by the minute.
He accepted my offer to take him home, and on the way he told me about himself.
He lived alone in a big, old house that belonged to an uncle. His parents were
dead and he had been pretty much on his own for years. Somehow he had stuck to
school and had graduated last year, and now had a pretty good job in
construction. He looked like the typical punk kid, but he was 19, independent,
and surprisingly nice. I mind was already fucked!
The house was pretty much as he described it, and when we pulled up in the
driveway he asked me if I wanted a beer. We went in, and I could tell he was
pretty proud of the way he had fixed the place up. He had some decent furniture
in the living room, courtesy of some relatives, and the bedroom looked like a
typical teenager's pad. Then he showed me the room he had his exercise equipment
in. It was this big, bare room that had a weight bench, some weights, a speed
bag, and a heavy bag. He informed me that they also used the room for boxing,
when the weights would go in the large closet.
We chilled out in the living room and I told him a little about myself. I was,
and am, 32, divorced, work as a rep for a sporting goods chain, and into fitness
and boxing. His eyes lit up every time I mentioned boxing. I was amazed how wise
he was, and did not show any surprise when he asked "Are you gay?"
I no longer play games about this, so I answered "Sure!" "Wanna suck my cock?",
he replied. Before I could answer he had his hand in his crotch rubbing his
nicely outlined dick. I stared at him as he stood, unzipped his jeans, and
pulled his now erect cock out for me. I could tell from the look on his face he
was turned on at how he had my mind twisted, and as he walked over to me I moved
forward to the edge of the chair. He stood directly in front of me holding his
cock in one hand, rubbing his torso with the other. I moved closer and opened my
mouth, and he went in deep on the first stroke.
Kenny placed both his hands on the side of my head and proceeded to fuck my
mouth like a pussy. There was no hesitation, he just ploughed my throat as deep
as he could. I opened up for him so he could go all the way, and was amazed at
how well he fucked me without making me gag. It didn't last long, and I didn't
want it to. He shot a load deep in my throat and held his cock deep down while I
drained every drop.
He pulled out, tucked his cock back in his jeans, and flaked out on the couch
again. "That was good!", was his understated comment. I nodded in agreement, and
my dick was dripping precum and my mind was totally turned on to his power. I
wondered what was next.
"I like gettin' my cocked sucked. specially by a guy who likes it rough!", Kenny
confided. He told me he had been getting head since he was 14, and liked it as
much as pussy. He had a girl, of course, and was fucking her regularly, but she
was not as exciting as a guy. I knew the feeling, and told him so. Somehow,
despite the age difference, I could feel us bonding, and so could he. I admitted
I had been with hustlers before, but told Kenny that though I liked to do nice
things for the guys I went out with, I resented paying for cock. He seemed to
understand, and we made plans for another encounter. He also mentioned his
buddy, Scott, who lived down the street and boxed and worked out with him a lot.
He thought I might like him, too. I was SURE I would!
Kenny called me in a couple of days, for, though I usually don't give out my
phone number I already trusted him with it. He told me he and Scott were gonna
work out that night and could I come by, meet Scoot, and do some boxing. Also
implied was the promise of more intense sex. I consulted my schedule, and
somehow I was available!
When I got to Kenny's he and Scott were already there and had been lifting.
Scott was lanky, red-headed, and freckled, and had a very tight body. His hair
was longer than Kenny's, but he was just as sexy in a different way. They both
had on workout shorts and Nikes and looked great. I had not got in the door
before Kenny said, "Get your shirt off and make yourself at home!" I pulled if
off quickly, and enjoyed seeing the boys had some appreciation for my trim body.
All that time in the gym had paid off.
We went back in the workout room and Kenny quickly pulled the weight equipment
in the closet. Then he got out an old set of Everlast 8 oz. gloves and I helped
lace em on him and Scott. I refereed, and they fought 3 two-minute rounds, like
most amateur fights. Actually Scott was the better boxer, with longer arms and
quicker punches, but Kenny made up for this with sheer brutality. They may have
been best friends but they went at each other like pros, and I loved being their
referee. Nobody went down, but there was a lot of really hard punching. the
whole scene turned me on to the max.
After the bout Kenny and Scott took a break, but neither removed their gloves. I
thought this strange, but assumed they might want to fight another round or so.
I was wrong--they had planned a little something for me! Kenny said, in his very
abrupt way, "Can you take a hard punch in the gut?", and when I answered yes,
they both looked at me with interest. "Wanna see how much you can take?", Kenny
asked again. Sure, I said. "Stand up!" said Kenny.
I stood up, moved into the center of the room, and Kenny moved directly in front
of me. "I wanna see how much you can take in your gut before you go down! Think
you can take me working you over in the stomach?" I nearly shot in my jeans,
cause I have always gotten off on gutpunching, but just managed to nod my head.
"Tighten up and I'll work you, then Scott! If you want us to quit, just say
STOP. Otherwise we'll work you over on and on until you go out! Agreed?" Almost
in a daze I nodded.
Kenny drove his right deep in my gut right over the navel. If I had any thought
that this was for fun the first punch cleared it up. He used his combinations on
me, jabbing me and hooking me in the gut and under the ribs until I knew he
could finish me off when he wanted to. I stood there with my hands at my side
while the leather went deeper and deeper into my torso, circling my navel and
sometimes going right over my pubic bone. Scott cheered him on, and I found this
really exciting, too. Being worked over in front of an audience was always my
fantasy.
Kenny began to work really hard under my right ribs. Each punch seemed to go
deeper, and I tried to stay up and concentrate on surviving the barrage, because
I knew that the more I could take the more Kenny would think of me. I looked up
at his face as he delivered the punches and the intensity made my dick rise.
Then, one particularly brutal hook went right under the ribs and I slipped to
the canvas.
I stayed on one knee and looked up to see Scott stepping in. When I got up he
took his stance and started right where Kenny had finished. He used a uppercut
motion a lot, and it seemed to drive my guts up into my chest. He grinned as he
sunk his fists deeper and deeper into my unprotected gut. I sensed he was
enjoying my pain more than Kenny.
I could no longer keep to the center of the room and was slowly and methodically
drive by Scott's fist against the wall. There I stood, a human punching bag, and
he stood in front of me and used every combination in his arsenal to drive my
guts into my throat. I finally started begging, but never used the word STOP. My
moaning and pleas seemed to turn him on, and he just kept the pounding up.
Suddenly Scott stepped away and I looked up through bleary eyes to see Kenny
standing by him, shoulder to shoulder. "Ready for the finisher?" Kenny asked. I
nodded , and they took their stances; Kenny supporting my left side with his
right glove, Scott supporting the other with his left. Then they alternated ,
Kenny with a left, Scott with a right, into my already busted gut. I don't know
how long it went on, but it was excruciatingly painful and the ultimate turnon.
I finally went out and I guess I slipped to the floor.
I came to on the bed in Kenny's bedroom. Kenny had gotten a washcloth and wiped
my face off, and I was feeling pretty good considering that I had just been
butchered by two studs! He handed me a beer, and said, "You are tough, dude! I
didn't believe you could take that much. Now, Scott wants you to blow him!"
Scott was standing behind him smiling, and I said" Sure".
Kenny helped pull me over to where my head was hanging off the back of the bed.
Scott had slipped off his shorts and his huge dick was already hard. Kenny got
me lined up and Scott stood on the side of the bed and slipped his cock all the
way down my throat as I lay on my back and submitted to him. He had almost more
that I could take, but the position was a good one for handling big cocks, and
after a few thrust he hit bottom on me. Then he supported my head with his hands
as he fucked me so deep that I had a problem to keep from cumming. He took his
time, alternating stroking deep and shallow, and all the time fucking up my mind
already blown mind. He made it last as long as he could, then blew a wad deep in
the bottom of my throat.
All the time Kenny had been standing back, not saying a word, but enjoying the
sight. "Was it good?", he now asked. I nodded my groggy head and he said, "Now
it's my turn!" I'm gonna give you the real meat course!"
He and Scott pulled me back on the bed and Kenny put two pillows under my head.
He climbed on my chest, straddled me, and while he held me in his hands said,
"I'm gonna knock your brains out!" I almost shot before he could get his dick in
my mouth, and he did as he did the first time going all the way down on his
first stroke. I was so turned on by the whole evening I would have done anything
to please, and I grabbed his butt and pulled him deeper in my throat. He tried
to make it last, one time just holding it deep down to make me gag, but I was
too hungry. While Scott encouraged him to ram it into my stomach, he proceeded
to fuck me almost senseless. He shot in me at the exact moment I came, and it
was all so good I almost passed out.
We all cleaned up a little and sat around drinking a beer later. I like their
attitude after sex--no guilt or macho shit. They told me they knew some other
buddies into boxing that they thought I might like. I told them I would be by if
they called during the weekend, and would bring a case of beer and some porn
tapes. We all seemed satisfied with the arrangement. I know there will be lots
of other hot encounters soon.
After the first
boxing encounter with Kenny and Scott I could not wait until I heard from them
again. I though about what they had done to me all the time, and usually would
get hard thinking about their doing it again. I also remembered what they had
said about having other friends into boxing, and wanted to meet them, but wanted
to keep some stability about the whole situation. After all, I did have a job
and I maintained a strait exterior to almost all of my friends. But I found my
boxing buddies increasingly in my thoughts.
Kenny called me midweek and asked if I could come over Friday night late. One of
their buddies would be over, and he wanted to meet me. He sounded hot, and Kenny
assured me that he was safe, so I was only slightly uneasy when I drove up into
Kenny's driveway about eleven that Friday night.
Kenny met me at the door and I saw Scott and the new guy sprawled out in the
living room. Kenny said, "Bob, this is Mark", and the guy got up and shook my
hand. All so nice and formal! I thought I knew what he had already been told
about me, and probably what he intended to do to me, but at least it started off
nicely.
Kenny popped me a beer and told me to get my shirt off, as they all were
barechested. We were a hot looking group sitting around in shots without out
shirts drinking beer--almost like a TV commercial. But there was one thing
different; I knew what they had in mind to do to me shortly!
I asked Mark a few questions about himself and learned that he was older than
Kenny and Scott, married, and had gotten into boxing a few rounds with them from
time to time. He loved to get away his wife for some male bonding, and
apparently did it ever week or so. He was a big, good looking guy, in a rough
way. He worked as a carpenter, had huge muscles, and had boxed while he was in
the navy. Naturally he had the obligatory navy tattoo, an anchor, nicely
centered on one huge bicep.
After we got the chit-chat out of the way and had about finished our beers Kenny
said, "Mark wants to box you!" Well, I had expected as much and was really
ready, but looking Mark over I knew I would be no match for him. I weighed about
180 and was in good shape, but Mark was over 200 pounds and while not as hard as
me, there was enough muscle there to do some serious damage. However I had the
feeling that this was a prelude to sex, and knew I could take a lot in
anticipation of his cock.
We agreed on boxing three 2 minute rounds, the amateur standard, and Kenny laced
the gloves on me while Scott did the same for Mark. They had already cleared all
the exercise equipment out of the room, so we were ready to go. Kenny was to be
the referee, and Scott was our audience. And I was to be the target !
Mark moved in on me quickly and started banging me pretty good. He was more of a
slugger than a boxer, so I tried to keep away and slip in some good shots on
him. This worked for most of the first round, but I could tell he was getting
tired of playing around and was ready for something rougher when he came out for
the second.
Using his bulk he banged and pushed me up against the wall, then started driving
his fists in my gut. I love gutpunching, and I was alternatively turned on and
really hurt by the assault on my midsection. He used his huge body to keep me
from getting away, and I knew he could sense that I liked what he was doing to
me. He was standing close, his body pressed against mine, and I had dropped my
gloves to my side as he pounded my unprotected abs. When I heard the bell he
stepped back and I went to my knees. He just stood there looking at me with a
smirk on his face.
Kenny helped me back to my stool and I sat on it, trying to catch my breath.
Across the room I saw Mark still standing, looking hardly winded, and like he
could not wait until the final bell sounded. Of course Scott was getting off on
all this, yelling encouragement to both Mark and me, while hoping to see a
knockout. Then Mark walked over to me, stood facing me still seated on the
stool, and said "Have you had enough?"
I nodded, hardly having the strength to answer, and just looked up at him. He
said "You submit?" I nodded again. He hooked the thumbs of his gloves in his
shorts and pulled them down exposing his cock and said " OK-ready to blow me?"
Again I nodded and he stepped closer as I reached out and took his hips in my
hands.
Scott and Kenny had moved up behind Mark and now watched as I opened up and
prepared to blow my master. He slid his cock in my throat and held it there as I
got harder and began to fill me up. He placed his gloved hands on the side of my
head and began a slight pumping motion as his cock got bigger and went deep down
me. I had hardly had the time to realize how large his dick was, but now I knew
that I was being filled totally, and began to wonder if I could take it all.
Scott noticed my struggles to accommodate all this cock and decided to help. He
moved behind me and, placing his hands on the back of my head, began to push me
forward. I had four hands slowly and steadily driving my throat deeper and
deeper on Marks, cock! I though I might faint, but gradually opened up and
stretched to where it all fit in.
Kenny and Scott were totally turned on seeing me sitting on my stool impaled on
Marks huge dick. They both got their cocks out and started jacking off as Mark
began a slow pumping motion, relaxing and stretching me even more, and further
freaking my mind. I was gradually opened up like a tight pussy, and he knew
exactly how to use it. He began long, deep strokes, pulling out till just the
huge head rested inside my lips and then driving slowly back until the head
almost busted into my stomach.
"Hold still and let me fuck your mouth!" Mark commanded, and I tried to do as he
said. He held my head firmly in his gloves and began to pump me aggressively. If
I had not been so turned on I probably would have tried to pull back, but I now
drove myself to meet his thrusts, and further impale my throat. I looked up at
him and nearly fainted at the look of lust on his face! He held me even tighter,
drove as deep as he could, and unloaded a gallon into my stomach.
"Stay deep!" he said, and I did not try to pull back. I let him drain all the
cum there was into me with his cock still touching my tonsils. How I got my
breath I don't know, but when he pulled out finally I gasped. He patted me on
the head with his gloves and said "Nice pussy boy!"
I watched him move away and out of the room and looked over to see Scott and
Kenny standing there in the center of the room with their hard dicks in their
hands. They had both been turned on the sex scene and were ready to be serviced.
And I, after getting my breath again, was ready to give them what they needed.
Kenny looked at me and said, "Come here!" I moved off the stool and into the
center of the room and stood facing the two studs, now wearing nothing but their
sneakers. "Want some more cock?" Kenny asked while Scott just grinned. I dropped
to my knees and took Kenny in my mouth in answer. He thrust his hips forward
sending his cock to the bottom of my already stretched throat. I tried to get
more, and again Scott stepped behind me and placed his hands on the back of my
head. They rocked my head back and forth on Kenny's cock until he shot off,
quickly as usual. Then Scott moved around in front, locked his huge hands on the
front of my head, and pulled me deep on him.
I thought that Scott was the most sadistic throat fucker I had ever met. He got
great pleasure out of fucking me rough and making me gag and groan. I liked to
look up at him and see the smirk as he pumped me full of meat. He was slower
than Kenny, and far more brutal. I had some quick visions of what sex would be
like with him alone! Then he dropped a load in me and wiped his dick off on my
face.
Kenny helped me up and we went back into the living room, where Mark was
watching TV and drinking beer. We sat around and talked for a little while, and
I mentioned that I would like to get them all jackets with some kind of boxing
club logo on them, and would try to order them through my company. They seemed
enthusiastic, and I thought the ideas was hot! It was getting pretty late then
so I started to leave, with the idea that we could get together next week. Mark
asked me to give him a ride home.
I pulled on my tank, but apparently Mark had not worn a shirt. Off we went in my
truck, talking as if we had just spent the night drinking beer in some bar. But
immediately Mark got the subject to boxing, and , after telling me that I gave
him a good fight for a guy so much smaller, said "I know you liked the pain I
put on you!"
I asked if Kenny and Scott has said anything about this and he said "Not really.
I just could tell from the way your eyes looked when I started gettin to you!
Ever had guys do that to you very much?" I admitted I had, but not recently, and
he said, "Well, I like to fuck up guys who like pain! I'll give you all you can
take and we'll keep each other happy!" I cut my eyes to his crotch and could see
him getting hard again. I reached over and rubbed his cock under his shorts and
he said, "Pull over!"
I pulled the truck over onto an off street and parked but kept the motor
running. I went into his crotch and he was totally hard, and he arched up off
the seat ramming his cock deep in me. This time I was stretched enough to take
it, and loved the feeling of being stuffed with him again. He held my head as he
arched up again and again into my throat, gagging me slightly but turning me on
totally. The he stopped and said "I know a place near my house!" So I drove to a
deserted service station and pulled in.
"Back here", he said leading me behind a trash compactor. "I like to drop my
load while I'm standing up! You get on your knees and I'll fuck your throat
again!" I dropped in front of him and he grabbed my head and drove in me again.
His dick went straight down like it had found its home, and he started pumping
me deep. This went on for a few minutes when he stopped, pulled his cock out,
and lifted me up to stand facing him.
He reached out and pulled my tank off my body. I just stood there , almost
hypnotized, as he made a fist and started rubbing my bare torso with it. I did
not know exactly what he was up to, but suspected that he was going to punch me
some more. He cocked his right arm, then threw a light punch in the center of my
gut. It went in , but not too deep, and I fell forward , grasping his body for
support. He let me hang on him , supported me with his left arm, and used his
right as a battering ram, working over my gut with short, well directed shots. I
loved it, but after a minute he said " That's enough! Just wanted to turn you
on!" Then he pushed be back to my knees.
I tilted my head back, opened up, and took him to the bottom on the first
stroke. He pack my jaws with meat as I moan and gurgled and tried to meet his
thrusts. He shot in me as I was just about to cum myself, and as I let him drain
deep in my throat I shot a load between his legs. I have never before had such
an orgasm.
I drove Mark on home to his lucky wife. Before he got out he let me know that he
had enjoyed the whole scene and that he would be available again. And he also
mentioned how much he was looking forward to the jackets I had promised. And I
though how much I would enjoy my boxing club in the future