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Preparation
Brad
God damn, but I’m looking good and pumped, physically and psychologically! Looking in the mirror, I can’t help myself but flex out a tight double-biceps! My guns peak like baseballs covered with just the thinnest sheath of skin covering bulging veins and striated muscle, sporting that rare cut down the middle of the muscle belly, thus the name “biceps.” Accentuating the peak are the thick mounds of my delts. I’m really digging the dark medallions of my erect nipples in the middle of the thick slabs of my pecs. My lats are like wings tapering down to my narrow hips. As hot as all that is, my pride and joy are my eight pack abs! A fucking solid brick wall of muscle deeply etched with cum gutters even when i don’t flex…but when I do…WOOF! Yeah, guys go nuts over my abs…I invite them to punch me as hard as they can, and no one’s made me flinch yet. Some even hold back, saying they don’t want to hurt me. Yeah, right! A solid punch to the gut testing my abs gets me flaccid to rock hard in the blink of an eye! I’d give anything to meet a man with a solid enough punch to make me double over and submit!
I was always a small kid with crazy energy bouncing all over the place driving my folks nuts. Luckily there was a gym in town with a gymnastics program. It was mostly girls, but there was men’s equipment, too, and the coach seemed to welcome the opportunity to train a boy. I took to the tumbling and acrobatics like a duck to water, and my parents were ecstatic at my new obsession wearing me out.
Gymnastics was a perfect fit for me physically. My naturally short stature of 5’7” was an advantage for the tumbling, and my naturally thick musculature gave me an advantage for the strength moves, with still rings my favorite apparatus. I loved the training and gave it my full effort, but alas frequent injuries held me back, and I accepted I would never be world class. But still, I was good enough to get a college scholarship and continue my training.
I thought I was pretty well built in high school, but in college I just busted out at the seams! The beauty of gymnastics is that it allowed me to build proportionately thick muscle without looking roided out. The physical therapists that helped me stay active and buff inspired me to pursue a career to support others like me.
That brings me to now…all settled in a new city, starting a new job, and all in time for Pride!
Now I got a fair amount of action in college, but men’s gymnastics can be pretty hetero-normative. Add to that my joining a jock fraternity and I played pretty much the straight game through college. Plus, my body brought me an endless supply of pussy. Being young with an overabundance of hormones, I had no trouble getting off on the attention. However, when by my senior year I needed to fantasize about being restrained and gutpunched in order to achieve orgasm with a girl, I knew it was time to get out and come out!
So, here I am ready to make my debut at my first big city Pride festival! I’m jacked as shit, and just for kicks, I’m putting on my home stenciled wifebeater. I took a tight white tank cut undershirt and stenciled a target kind of like Captain America’s shield without the star centered right at my solar plexus. With the tightness of my shirt over my thick muscles, it’s just like another skin leaving nothing to the imagination. Woof! I figured 99% of guys will think it’s a Captain America ripoff, but I’m counting on at least 1% to get the message!
Sean
God damn, but I’m nervous as fuck! What the fuck is up with me? How many times have I gone inside the ring ready to lay it down and knock the punk out? No fear, just pure adrenaline rush pushing me through the pain…bruised and bloodied…win or lose.
I’m fucking Irish to the core…born to fight. Nose has been broken I don’t know how many times…at least I still have some cartilage. I’ve never backed down from anything. I’ll never forget my older brother teasing me…I was like 9 and he was like 13. He pushed me too far and I drove my fist into the pit of his gut as hard as I could, dropping him to the ground curled up and gasping. What a fucking rush of power! After that he referred to me as “Big Fuckin’ Hairy Balls” because I don’t care how big you are, you’re not going to intimidate me. Pretty bold for a bloke now all of 5’9”. However don’t let that fool you…I’m pretty thickly muscled and a solid 170 pounds.
My size is probably part of my problem…LOL! I was always small for my age and like a chihuahua, I was born with a chip on my shoulder and annoying bark. To keep me out of trouble…and alive…my parents got me hooked up with a boxing gym. I loved the discipline…the drills…and especially the sparring. I did pretty well with some fights against other gyms…even did a little traveling. I knocked some guys out…got knocked out myself…all in all had a great time with it.
It was clear I didn’t have the skills to go pro, but I liked physical labor so I went into construction. Even after a full day of work, though, I still go to the gym for cardio drills, working the heavy bag, and sparring with the fresh talent. I like to wear as little protective gear as I can. One piece I always wear is the groin cup, because I have a tough time these days hiding the woody I get from trading punches. Whether it’s my fist connecting with your flesh or your fist rocking my world, it’s like a drug to me. But still…maybe because of that early experience with my brother…doubling a guy over with a solid gut punch, his body folding over my driving fist, can almost make me cum in my shorts.
Girls seem to have always been attracted to my tough bad boy persona. Maybe they think they are the one to tame me…LOL! I especially seem to attract the bimbos with implants and way too much “work” done. They have no hesitation of putting out for me, and they are very skilled at getting my rocks off, but something’s always been missing. Recently I’ve taken to fantasizing about a man sucking me off. Better yet, trading some punches, taking it to the ground, and mounting each other like dogs, testing to see who’s the Alpha.
And THAT’s what has me…ME…so fucking scared! I know I can take care of myself, and anybody who dares get in my face about my sexuality. However, it’s getting used to it myself. I never had issues with gay men in the past and fully support the life one chooses. However, I just never really saw that for me until recently. I guess it’s just going to take a little getting used to.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I know I will attract a LOT of attention at my first Pride. My Irish blue eyes and red hair, a couple day’s scruff of beard on a square jaw, thick mat of chest hair with a happy trail down to my crotch. Even with my twisted nose, I know I have a classically handsome face. I flex my muscles a bit to get a blood and adrenaline pump going. My arms are solid…peaked biceps, thick forearms and big fists that can land like a sledgehammer. My pecs are nice and thick atop a solid washboard gut. This solid triangle of muscle rests atop two trunk-like legs of thickly muscled support.
All right…let’s see what happens!
Pride
Sean
Jesus, talk of sensory overload! Drag queens, leather guys, suburban gay dads…all types of men carrying on having a great time. It’s pretty much what I expected, and I had fun making some small talk with some guys. There are plenty of hot men, but I’m happy to just step back a little and take it all in. The sun is hot, so I join about 90% of the rest of the men and take my shirt off and enjoy the attention I’m getting.
I tuck my shirt in the back of my shorts, and stretch a bit to really take in the warmth of the sun. My gaze goes across the street through the passing crowd. Holy fucking shit, but the fucker is built like a brick shit house! Solid muscle and a few inches shorter than me. He’s looking at me so directly with a cocksure confident gaze I can’t help but stare back.
As I make my way over I am totally focused on the target imprint on his tight muscle shirt right at his solar plexus. Does he have any idea what an invitation like that does to me???
Brad
I was about to cross the street when I saw him removing his shirt. He is the most masculine man I have seen all day. A couple inches taller and solid muscle. His face is at once handsome and incredibly tough. It’s obvious this man has been in a fight or two! He catches my stare and stares back. I can’t help but feel butterflies as he makes his way over to me. He stretches out his big meaty paw…
“I’m Sean,” he says as he grasps my hand with a firm but not crushing grip.
“I’m Brad,” I return with a grip to match his.
I insist on a firm handshake from a man, and the smile I get from him leads me to believe he feels the same.
“Nice shirt!” he says as he plants his fist directly in the target on my gut with just enough force to qualify it as a punch.
FUCK ME!!!!!
My cock instantly tents my shorts, which does not go unnoticed as he strokes his finger up from the base to my cockhead.
“Looks like you liked that!”
“Oh FUCK yeah! Why do you think I designed this shirt? Didn’t think anyone would actually get it…certainly not a man as hot as you!”
We exchange introductions and I can’t believe my luck! He invites me over to his place which is just a couple blocks away. The entire walk to his place is an intoxicating blur!
Playtime
Sean
Fuck me! What good did I do in a previous life to deserve such luck?! My first venture out and I meet a muscle powerhouse with a gutpunching fetish! I don’t know what’s come over me, but here I am a gay virgin boldly punching a man’s gut and stroking his cock in public! Ok, granted it wasn’t a real punch…I didn’t put any heat in it, but my fist was closed and the connection with his flesh was solid.
The walk home was quick…I have no idea what we babbled about…all I remember is my mind racing with fantasies to act out with him. The primary goal, though is to get this stud to feel and give in to my power!
I know I have to take control from the start. It’s what he wants and what I need.
We no sooner step inside that I close the door, grab his shoulders, and whip him around pushing him forcefully against the hallway wall before planting my fist directly into his target again…this time with some heat! The element of surprise plus the increase in impact was enough to elicit an “Oof!” from him this time. However, it’s clear this muscle stud is going to be a challenge…a challenge I’m totally “up” for as I grind my hard cock into his, pin his shoulders to the wall, and plant my lips on his for a mind-blowing kiss.
Brad
I’m about to blow my load and we haven’t even left the hallway! Just inside the door and he surprises me with a solid punch. It’s not hard enough to really affect me, but it does move my air…and it’s clear that the man has power. If that’s what the man can do without any wind up, then he for sure will give my abs the test I’ve been craving!
The kiss! Oh, my god, the kiss! His tongue is like another fist driving into my mouth! Two can play that game as my tongue explores his mouth and my cock grinds back against his.
We draw back for air, staring each other in the eyes for what’s to come next. Not one to back down from a challenge, I widen my stance, bring my fists up just above my head and flex for all I’m worth!
His eyes narrow and his smile broadens as he cups his hands on my hard, peaked biceps. He then nods and cocks his head slightly to the side…challenge accepted…and he releases his grip and takes a step back. With neither one of us averting our gaze, he goes to work.
The man is indeed a trained boxer! He starts off with single punches…jabbing with his left and straight rights. Each punch getting progressively harder and working my entire midsection from my solar plexus down to the waistband of my shorts. It’s clear that he could probably come close to taking me out with full power punches, but that’s not the point, We both need this to last as long as possible!
After a dozen or so testing shots, he started in with some hooks and uppercuts that I could start to feel. Still not even full power, and my confidence in my punch-proof abs was waning! I couldn’t help but wince slightly from one particularly driving uppercut. That elicited the most sexily evil grin I’ve ever seen as he started with combinations of two and three consecutive punches allowing me no recovery time between.
He stopped the punching and started feeling up my muscles, giving me a little time to catch my breath. He cupped my balls and cock, massaged my lats, tweaked my nipples and again palmed and squeezed my biceps…all while kissing me deeply and passionately.
He then started pulling up my shirt.
“As much as I love your target…your body’s too hot to be covered!”
The shirt was purposely skin tight, so he had to work to get it over my head. However he purposely stretched it tightly with my arms overhead and my face covered.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!!!
With his left forearm pinning my arms overhead, his right fist drove relentlessly into my wide open and unprotected gut! If he was holding anything back, I couldn’t tell, because for the first time in my life I was loudly exclaiming with pain and reflexively raising my knee for useless protection!
As much as the punches hurt and felt to be rearranging my insides, I still almost came in my shorts!
“FUCK YEAH, STUD”
That brought one last brutal straight right just above my navel before he finally released me.
Sean
Fuck me but this stud is fucking TOUGH!
I’m working his entire midsection and he’s taking it like it’s nothing! His cocky muscle flexing is just driving me crazy and I have to do something to take a little smugness out of his grin! Turning up the heat is getting some of the reaction I’m looking for, but I need more.
Since our start I knew I could put that tight shirt to work! Using it to pin his arms and blind him allowed me to drive in a half dozen of my best shots. Damned if he doesn’t egg me on to plant another!
As much as I’m intoxicated by the feel of my fist on his flesh, I gotta stretch out this experience and get out the leather.
“Ok, bud…the warm up’s over…time for some real action!”
I lead him to my basement and his eyes widen with all my boxing gear on the wall. Maybe sometime later I’ll coach him for sparring but for now he’s my bitch.
I tell him to get naked and do the same. I lead him to my heavy bag hanging from chains. His cock though not porn star proportions, does measure up thick and muscular like the rest of his body. I’m proud to say I’m just as thick and about an inch and a half longer! And oh, that body! I can’t keep my hands from feeling him up, licking his biceps and pecs, sucking on his nipples, stroking his cock, kissing him deeply. His eyes closed in rapture, I reach for restraints and secure his hands to the chains over his head.
I silently take my time wrapping my hands before pulling on my gloves. I want him to get his head where he wants to be while I get my head where I need to be.
I bang my gloves together, get in my stance, and start working my human heavy bag.
I start slowly to get us both back to where we left off up stairs. I’m throwing progressively harder single shots…gaging his tolerance and digging his reactions, verbal and visual.
He’s one tough motherfucker, so I do turn it up a little by throwing combinations…we both seem to like a couple light jabs followed by a heavy power punch!!
I get myself into a zone I’ve never experienced before in all my years boxing! I can’t believe I have a willing target in front of me, taking my best shots, and staring right back at me with an intoxicating mixture of pain and lust in his eyes! The harder I punch, the louder he grunts and urges me on with a, “Fuck yeah!” or “Harder!”
We’re both breathing heavy…we’re both sweating profusely…and we’re both grinning from ear to ear.
“Man, you are one TOUGH motherfucker! You’re wearing me out! But time to have some FUN…”
Brad
Fuck! We haven’t been having fun yet??? What more could he possibly have in store than having me tied up as his personal punching bag!
I don’t know how I was keeping from cumming watching (and feeling!) my wildest fantasies come true! Watching this hot man dancing around me, picking his shots, and working over my entire gut had me more turned on than I’ve ever been! The punches were so hard now they had me in a kind of pleasurable pain zone that was pushing my limits but not taking me to submission. It was clear he was in a zone of his own.
That’s when he pulled back for more “fun” by removing his gloves, grabbing some loose cloth and blindfolding me with it. Then he turned on his stereo with some loud headbanging metal music. With the blindfold and loud music, I no longer knew where he was!
He rubbed his re-gloved fist lightly across my erect nipple and I jumped in surprise! Some more light touches and some more jumps. Then he swallowed my cock down his throat and I yelled! The motherfucker pulled off before I could cum! I was thrusting for more when a fist landed in my navel with what must have been full power! Another scream spontaneously emitted from deep within.
I was totally mind fucked. I didn’t know when to breathe or when to flex because I never knew when the next punch was coming or how hard it would be. This went on for minutes which seemed like hours. I was just about to give the safe word when he took the blind fold off.
He released my hands and massaged my arms to bring the circulation back. We started a standing make out session feeling each other up, licking the sweat off the other’s body, and kissing with unbridled passion. There was a bar fridge which he opened and pulled out two bottles of water which we both guzzled.
“Final round,” he said.
“What?” I thought for sure we were done!
“You told me you wanted a man to take you down and you’re still standing. Are you backing out on me now?”
FUCK!
“Fuck, no!”
Sean
“Alright, then,” I said. “Put these on.” I handed him a pair of gloves to put on for show and dressed him in a headgear. I put on my 8oz fight gloves and had him face off to me in a fight stance.
“Whatever happens, keep your guard up or I will punch your face. Not hard enough to hurt or injure you, but hard enough so you won’t like it. Understood?”
Damn if he didn’t look even more turned on with the prospect of getting punched in the face! Fuck…I will remember THAT for future reference!
We faced off, and I started working his body like I would an opponent in the ring. He wants to be taken down, and I want a man folding over my fist. We’re both after the same thing and I’m gonna make sure we get it!
My punches would landing hard and draining what stamina he had left. I couldn’t believe the guts this guy has…literally and figuratively taking my punishment!
After a couple hard shots, his guard dropped, and I snapped his head back with a jab. A look of surprise flashed over his face and I told him I warned him, “Guard up or I punch your face!”
He brought gloriously muscled guns back up to guard, and this time it took a whole four punches to make him drop his guard, but drop it he did.
Ok, time for the finale we came for.
This time it wasn’t a light jab but an uppercut to the chin that rocked his world.
Totally dazed, I drove him back to the wall and drove my fist deep into his unprotected gut. As he grunted and doubled over my fist I straightened him back up with my left, and nailed him with my right again…even harder. Straightening him up one last time, I finished him with a folding uppercut to the solar plexus and lowered him to the floor with his spent body still folded over my penetrating fist.
Brad
I don’t know how I was still standing after our make out session! However, when he pointed that out and challenged me, I couldn’t back down! I was gripped with fear…what have I been thinking? Should I keep the fantasy and fuck the reality? I’ve watched enough boxing to see men knocked out with body shots who recover. Besides…we still had our safe word!
He gloved me up, took his stance, and standing toe to toe with him like this was even hotter than when tied up!
Again, I entered into a pleasure/pain zone like I was out on my feet. The gloves on my fists might as well have been cinderblocks for the amount of strength it took to keep them up. Then he snapped my head back, and I entered into an out of body state. Some more body shots, and a punch to the chin that rocked my world, and a battering ram was driving its way straight through my gut!
Gasping on the floor, held in his embrace, he kissed me back to life.
“Brad, you are the toughest motherfucking stud I’ve ever met! You fucking rock my world”
The best I could do was smile, take off my gloves, get on my knees and motion for him to stand.
I looked up at him standing over me, looking down. I asked him, “Please” while opening wide for his cock.
I was too hungry for him to draw this out. I guided his hips to fuck my throat. I sucked down every drop of his cum while jerking myself to an earth shattering climax. We cuddled for a bit…spent…before he led me upstairs where we made love all night.
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