A Top is Born!

 

Some Background…

Back in the day AOL opened up a whole new world to me!  For years I thought I was an isolated pervert getting off on gutpunching fantasies.  I eventually found out there was a community of gay men into wrestling.  That was hot, but I was never a competitive wrestler in high school so I didn’t have the skill set to join that crowd.  Regardless, the Wrestling M4M chat rooms were a place for some hot cyber!

Much to my surprise, I found I wasn’t the only one into gutpunching!  Allan was one of the first to strike up a chat with me.  He was a bodybuilder very into tests of strength, and he spoke with pride that no man could break him.  He was on the west coast and I was on the east coast, so meeting seemed like an impossibility.  However, never say never!  Circumstances brought him out east and we got to meet!

The man was indeed big!  I took him to my gym as a guest and we lifted together and I brought him to my place.  He was primarily interested in taking shots from me, showing how much he could take.  We had some fun with that, but I have to admit his just standing there stoically as I punched him as hard as I could was not exactly fun for me.  We traded places and I took some shots from him and held my own.  The punches started getting harder, and he was a lot bigger than me, so I signaled I had had enough of that. He said he was straight, so I assumed sex was out of the question, but we ended up prone on the floor with him alternately punching my gut just hard enough for effect and stroking my cock until I finally came.  

Overall, it was a good time.  I was proud of the punches I could take from a guy so much bigger than me, but I was disappointed that I may have ended it too soon.  I knew I could have taken harder, but fear of possibly getting hurt held me back.  Anyway, it was a hot introduction into a real gutpunching encounter!

Referral

Allan and I continued our chats online.  He apparently had more fun with me than he let on, as he mentioned that he had shared his experience with me with his buddy Mike.  He said Mike was a wrestler who liked getting worked over.  Like Allan, he liked to show off how much he could take.  He was starting to think about getting into topping with gutpunching and Allan said I would be a good match for him.  It just so happened Mike was heading east to close a deal.  He reached out to me to arrange a meeting.

By this time I had had a couple experiences with men misrepresenting themselves.  I asked him for a photo to trade, but he said he was married and didn’t like trading pics online, however, “No one has ever complained.”  Yeah, right…I’ll be the judge of that!

Anyways, we agreed to meet in public to see if there was mutual interest.  I was waiting in the Wendy’s parking lot when this Beemer drove up next to me.  The man behind the wheel had close cropped strawberry blond hair, sunglasses, a chiseled clean shaven jaw and was sporting a wide smile of perfect teeth…drop dead gorgeous!  To top off his classic good looks, his arm was hanging bent outside the window sporting a prominently thick bellied bicep.  OMG!  For sure no one’s ever fucking complained!!

“Dave?”

“Yup!  Mike?”

“You got it!  What do ya say?” he asked, flashing a movie star smile, “Head over to your place?”

 “Sure!  Follow me!”

OMG, I could not believe he didn’t just turn and say, “Sorry, this isn’t going to work.”  The man is one of the hottest I’d met to that point, and I couldn’t believe my luck!  I certainly wasn’t expecting the hunk that showed up!  I was so excited and nervous my legs were trembling.  I gotta calm myself down!

We got to my place, parked our cars, went inside again introducing ourselves and settled down for some ice-breaking conversation.  Despite his stunning good looks, he was incredibly friendly and very cool.  We shared our connections with Allan.  The conversation started waning a little, and I was nervous about how to get the whole thing started, so I suggested I show him one of my favorite fight scenes.  Maybe that would be a good segue.

He sat up with interest as I popped in the VHS and hit play.  Of course the tape was already cued to my favorite spot!  We both leaned in, and I was already hard from the fight action.  Soon my favorite part came, and the shirtless muscled man was back kicked in the gut, slammed back and dramatically doubled over with a powerful punch to the center of his gut with a loud “OOF!” then straightened back up and doubled again two more times with solid punches.  When Mike exclaimed, “NICE!” I just about blew my load and knew we were going to have some fun!

Playtime!

With that we both stood up to prepare for some action!  Neither of us was into gear, so we just stripped down to our shorts.  Fuck, the man was built!!!  He wasn’t bulky muscular like Allan, but definitely more of a wrestler’s build.  He had broad shoulders, thick pecs, and those meaty mouthwatering biceps!  His midsection was lean with clearly hard abs and a faint washboard.  

We moved some furniture and cleared some space in my living room.  We met in the middle, and I offered myself by lacing my fingers behind my head and looked directly into his determined blue eyes.  He was a good 6 inches or so taller than me, so with his arm bent his fist was perfectly aligned with the pit of my gut.  He started by rubbing his clenched fist up and down my abs…softly at first then with increasing pressure.  He then flashed a cocky movie star smile again.

“Your gut is mine!”

With that he drove in his first punch.

Unlike Allan, I’m very vocal when being punched.  Even when the punch isn’t very hard and isn’t really hurting, I’ll moan and make other approving sounds.  Getting my gut punched is not unlike getting my cock sucked, and I like to let my man know I’m enjoying what he’s doing.  My reactions were motivating Mike to punch harder, which only made me moan more!

He stepped back for a second to adjust his growing cock in his shorts, and shared, “Yeah, Allan was right!  You are a lot of fun!  This is totally fucking hot!” He then started throwing some harder punches…hard enough to make me take a step or two back.

That gave me an idea.  I voluntarily stepped back with my back against the wall.  I instructed him to press his fist into the pit of my stomach with increasing pressure as I concentrated on relaxing my abdominals.  I told him when I was good and relaxed to pull out and punch me.

He placed his right fist right in my “sweet spot” above my navel and below my solar plexus. He braced himself with his left against the wall beside my head while leaning into me with his full body weight and strength.  I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, concentrating on relaxing my abs against the pressure.  I soon felt his fist penetrating as my muscle gave way.  Then suddenly his fist drew back and slammed back in, damn near to my spine!  

I’d never taken a punch like that before!  My reaction was identical to the movie fight scene!  With a loud “OOF!” from my air punched out of my lungs, my body folded forcefully over his fist!  He wasted no time straightening me back up and doubling me over again with an even harder punch!  

“FUCK!” he exclaimed, “We gotta do that again!  You good?”

“Fuck yeah!” I managed.  “Do it!”

Again I was braced against the wall…taking deep breaths to relax my abs to allow his fist to penetrate.  This time was a little different.  First, my gut was still recovering from the pain of the first onslaught.  Plus the knowledge of how much it was going to hurt both excited me, but made relaxing a little more difficult!  Mike seemed to be taking his time, too.  He was pressing with more pressure preparing to punch even harder and deeper.  Plus he seemed to be gauging his timing to be sure to catch me off guard.

He had no trouble with that!  The second time he pulled out, he drove his fist into my gut even harder than before, using his body weight and muscle strength.  It felt like he was aiming his punch through my midsection to the wall behind me.  Again, with a loud groan I folded over his fist.  This time he straightened me back up twice…slamming my back up against the wall and immediately driving in his right fist!  One more time…straightened back up for another breath paralyzing punch to my solar plexus.

This time, he allowed me some time to recover.

“Man, that was totally fucking hot!  You sure you’re ok?  Man, you ARE fucking tough!”

We relaxed a bit while I shared how much he was making my fantasies a reality, and he shared he previously preferred taking punches like Allan, but now with me, he’s totally getting off on the rush of the combined power of his punching and the reaction from me being punched.

I could see the adrenaline rush in his eyes, the pump of his muscles, and his bouncing energy.  He reminded me of a kid in a toy store…he seemed to want to try everything!

With my breathing back to normal and my abs recovered, he pointed out the chin up bar in my bedroom doorway.  “That looks like fun!”  To me, too, so went over for a pull up or two while he threw some combinations to my unprotected abs.  Even better, I kept my feet down and arched my back for some more target practice!

I then remembered I do have some limited gear, namely a collection of boxing gloves.  I brought them out…a pair of 14oz and a pair of 12oz.  He tried them on for size but didn’t seem too thrilled.  I also found them too bulky after what we’d already done, then I brought out a pair of padded bag gloves with all of about an inch of padding to protect the knuckles.  Those made his eyes light up!

I got myself in a fighting stance.  “All right, Stud!   This is the final round…get me against the ropes and work me over!”

Using his imposing stature he easily worked me back against the wall.  I spread my arms like they were draped over the ropes while he worked my entire midsection with combinations.  This time, the punches weren’t full force, but more for the effect of role play.  However, my moans and gasps weren’t acting!  He was still putting some muscle in his punches!  

After a couple minutes of that, it was time for another rest.  Neither of us was ready to call it quits yet, we were still having fun, but time to try something different.  Taking the punches with my back arched in the doorway was hot, so I decided to get creative. I got in the middle of the room on my back, and pressed up arching my back with my hands and feet on the floor.

“Punch me down!”

With that he drove his fist into my open gut like a pile driver  once…twice…three times until I collapsed.  

“Fuck yeah! We gotta do THAT again, too!”

I agree, all too happy to oblige, arching myself back up a couple more times to be punched back down again.

I still wanted some support behind my arch.  I wanted to feel the full force of his fists again with no give behind me, but with my abs totally stretched.  So I got sideways on my sofa with my butt on the cushion and my back arched over the arm, stretching my arms to the floor.  I wasn't positioned quite right so I scooted my butt up a bit and he knelt on the sofa facing me, grinding his crotch into mine.

We were both raging hard in our shorts.  I certainly didn’t need to be naked to get full excitement from the frottage with this hunk of man!  We were both grinding cock to cock like animals in heat.  Just the grinding of our groins together would have been enough to get me off, but then the punches started!  

I don’t know how many punches he threw!  Harder and harder, faster and faster…I seemed to be edging forever!  I wanted to cum so badly, but I didn’t want the bliss to end!”

“TAKE IT YOU MOTHERFUCKER!  TAKE IT!!”

Finally with a scream that surely rocked the neighbors, my entire body convulsed in a full bodied orgasm!  Mike immediately gave his own yell as his cock exploded in his shorts!  Neither one of us seemed to mind the mess between us as we continued rubbing our gooey wet crotches together.

I offered him my shower, and for a straight guy he didn’t hesitate inviting me to join him.  I guess not too different from an open locker room shower!

We chilled a bit in the afterglow before he had to take off.  I couldn’t help feeling a fair amount of sadness that the hottest man I’d ever played with lived on the opposite coast.

Epilogue

I’m proud to say that Mike had as much fun with me as I did with him!  Allan shared that he raved about the time we spent together.  He had so much fun that he said that I ruined him from being a gutpunching bottom.  That from now on, he was strictly a punching top!