The Set Up
It’s great finally meeting you after over a year of texting and sexting. No surprise we’re getting along like long lost friends, shooting the shit, like we’ve known each other for years. I’m feeling really good about this because you’reeven hotter in person, which is saying a lot! I’m enjoying the stretch of your Under Armour wife- beater over yourmeaty pecs, watching them bounce naturally as you move. But what’s really got me hypnotized and drooling areyour fully exposed baseball biceps perfectly capped by thick delts. My cock is already stirring at the thought of the power in those guns.
Our comfort and familiarity grows along with the confidence that we’re a match and that we’ve got one fucking blowout of a weekend ahead! We naturally slide into our role-play as you start calling me “Son” and I address you as “Dad.”We’re recalling some of our online chats, and the topic of the neighbor boy you used to schoolhouse pin when you were a kid comes up. That story stirs up all sorts of emotions in me…jealousy, admiration, arousal. I remind you that I would never have been so bold; that I have always been too inhibited to be so aggressive.
“What’s up with that?” you ask.
“I’m not sure,” I relate. “I guess I’ve always been afraid of losing…getting hurt. So as a kid I did all could to avoid confrontation. Perhaps that’s where my fetish with movie fight scenes comes from. Ever since I can remember I was drawn to westerns and the inevitable fist fights. With puberty, the fights would get me hard, especially punches to the gut. The ability to take a gut punch was the ultimate in masculinity to me.”
You consider this a second and nod your head as you decide your course of action.
“Well, boy…it’s time your Dad teaches you how to fight…how to be more of a man than you already are. It’s timeyou live up to your full potential and I’m just the man to show you how.”
You break out the boxing gear and tell me to strip down to my jock as you do the same. You take out the wraps and showme how to wrap my hands and wrists properly for protection. The wrapping of the strap with one hand and the repeated twisting of your other from palm up to palm down and back again are making your biceps peak and stretch over andover driving me fucking crazy. I’m already hard as a fucking rock, but you’re focused on your task at hand and don’tseem to notice.
You just go into laying out the rules.
“Ok, boy…we’re going three 3 minute rounds. First round will be easy…basic punches and combinations, starting off light, getting you comfortable with the feel of leather on your skin and your fist connecting with another man’s body.Second round will be less coaching and more power…that’ll test your stamina, son. As for the third round…well, boy, that’s what you came here for. “
Next the headgear goes on, mouthpieces go in, and lastly we pull on the 14 oz gloves. These are just sporting goodsstore gloves, but perfect for now with elastic rather than laces. My heart is pounding so hard I swear it’s either going toburst out of my chest or my ears are going to bleed.
Round 1
The timer goes off and we go to the center of the room. All the shit’s been pushed aside and out of the way to give us openspace. We touch gloves and take our stances. You demonstrate a jab, I duplicate, striking air for now. Then it’s astraight right…and left hook to the body. Repeating the punches over and over, all the while you offeringencouragement. We’re both really into it and getting warmed up.
We’re circling, trading jabs to gloves, both keeping our guard up. I’m the first to falter and taste leather…a clearjab to the chin. My head snaps back and now I understand why the cartoon characters see stars!
“Stay with me, boy!” you yell as I shake the cobwebs loose, “Hit me! I can take it!”
The sexual charge is gone now. I’m focused looking for an opening and finally land a couple body shots before the timer.
I’m pretty winded while you’re holding your own. We grab water, both of us dripping sweat. The sheen of the sweat brings out the definition of your muscles and the sexual charge comes back with a vengeance. You truly are a feastfor the eyes!
Judging from the meatiness of your jock, you appear to be enjoying yourself, too. This introduction has been fun,but you’re ready to fight.
“Alright, boy…this round I want you to punch. And to the head not just the body...you’re not gonna hurt me, not with this gear,” as you demonstrate by punching yourself solidly to the head. “And I know you can take it too, becauseI’m sure as shit gonna hit you.”
"Yessir! I'll make you proud, Dad...I'll take whatever you dish out." You smile and nod in agreement. We're having a fucking blast!
Round 2
The timer goes off, we take our places in the middle of the room, touch gloves, and get to it.
We’re circling each other throwing jabs, looking for openings. I’m thoroughly enjoying the view of your slick, thick, jacked body when the dimple in your chin comes into view. I always found it so cute in your photos but now it’s gettingkissed by a solid right upper cut. The force snaps your head back and your arms spread. I note a wide-eyed look of surprise as I dip my chin to my chest and start digging my fists into your body. We’re still sparing, but I’m putting some heat in the punches, getting off on my ability to make you suck air. I’m aiming for dead center of your gut, eachpunch solid and deliberate. After a half dozen shots or so, you successfully clinch and push me away.
Expressions and emotions flash across your face like a movie screen…all at once surprised, impressed, pissed,and determined. For the first time I see and feel the full force of your competitive drive. While totally turned on by youroozing masculinity, the energy you radiate just being is electrifying.
However, that barrage seems to have sapped more energy from me than from you. That first real exchange in the round has me winded and my arms already feel like there’s lead in my gloves. But you’ll have none of that.
“That was hot boy…I’m impressed. I knew you had it in you! Don’t let up, keep ‘em coming!”
Your encouragements are like shots of adrenaline as I somehow find the energy to trade punches to gloves for a little bitbefore it wears off and you seize your advantage. Fatigue results in my bringing my left back to my chest after a jabrather than my chin and you drive a straight right solidly to my left cheek as I taste the copper of blood in my mouth fromthe force of the punch. While not full force, it’s still the hardest punch I’ve taken and I’m not broken, I’m feeling it, but I’ll live. And I sure as fuck am going to keep going!
I find the strength to bring my gloves up to protect my face only to open my belly up for your fists.
“Your gut is mine, boy!” you exclaim as it’s now your turn to take aim on the pit of my midsection from just above mynavel moving up to my solar plexus. Four to five solid, hard punches drive me back with the last ones threatening to paralyze my ability to breathe when I’m “saved by the bell” as the timer goes off.
We separate, both breathing heavily and absolutely soaked with sweat. We both head straight for our water bottles and you slip out of character a bit, “Dude, that was totally fucking hot!” Your face and entire body are absolutely glistening and glowing, and both of our cocks are reaching proudly beyond the waistbands of our jocks.
The break is almost over when you get back in character and strike a perfect jaw- dropping double-biceps pose for me.
“So, son” you state proudly, “what do you think of your dad’s guns and power now?”
Well, you said the third round would be what I came here for, didn’t you? I’ve taken some hard shots. I’m bruised but still standing. I can do this. I can take it. And I will show you just how tough I am.
“Not bad,” I tell you, “But I still think your buds can punch harder.”
Round 3
“I will fucking show you who punches harder!”
If your energy was electrifying before, it’s downright scary now! There’s still the gentlemanly touch of gloves but you go right to work. Punches aren’t pulled anymore. While you’re not out to hurt me, you are hell bent on making me hurt.
I studied you all those months. I know what buttons to push. I know how to bring out the wild man competitor in you. You are not going to let yourself lose after I question your power, especially if I rank your friends higher than you.
You’ve studied me, too. While you thrive on aggressive challenges, I need to be pushed beyond my limits insubmissive challenges. We’re both driven. We’re both strong. We’re both warriors, though from different directions.You’re yin to my yang. We are a matched set.
Concern with form is gone. Coaching and encouragement are gone. It is all about one thing: you trying to beat medown and me daring you to do it while still standing.
Fists are flying with no real connection yet until I throw a haymaker right that you block with your left forearm pushing my arm away while your right hooks into my ribs. You immediately bring your left back down to dig an upper cut to my solar plexus, then a straight right to my navel.
The force of your punches is driving the air from my lungs and my body backwards against a bare wall. With myback against the wall I have nowhere to go and am totally at your mercy.
This is show time…for both of us. Staring into each other’s eyes, challenging each other, you hold my body up against the wall with your left forearm pressing hard against my upper chest below my throat. You’re determined to show me your punching power, and I’m determined to show you my ability to take it, so I bring arms up behind my head offering you an open undefended target.
You throw right after right, working my entire midsection, each punch getting a louder grunt and groan. I’m loving it and it’s my turn to be motivator.
“Harder!” I urge between punches and breaths. “Fuck yeah!” I manage to spit out after a particularly brutal uppercut. I grit my teeth through the pain, “Punch me!”
Time is running out. I push you off of me back to the middle of room and challenge, “I’m still standing!” With every lastounce of aggressive energy I am able to muster, I aim my right fist to your cheek whipping your head around. “Finish me!” I yell striking my own double-biceps.
Your adrenalin surges and you move in attacking my abs with a vengeance. The punches keep coming and you seem to be getting stronger rather than weaker with each punch. No longer are you shooting your punches from your shoulder…instead you’re twisting from your feet up through your hips with the full power of your legs and core. Yourfists pound me like powerful battering rams: Rhythmic. Destructive. I’m trying to keep my muscles tight, but that’s notenough. You’ve found your power and the pain has moved from the stinging bruising on the point of contact to the paralyzing radiation of pain in my belly. Like in a solid pool break, the balls are bombs scattering to all corners of my body spreading aching destruction. My abs are a wall coming down.
My legs are trembling uncontrollably and I’m screaming, grunting, yelling to keep standing. Finally you dig in with a right upper cut to my solar plexus that folds me over your fist and I drop to the floor, spent and gasping. Pain is exploding deep in my gut and I’m trying to bring in air while my entire body spasms in the most mind- blowing orgasm of my life!
You’re counting me out, “One…two…three…four,” with each count matching another contraction of my cock. “Five…six…seven,” the contractions continue long after the cum has been spent. “Eight…nine,” I try to summon the energy toget up and there is almost nothing left, but I somehow make it up to my hands and knees and look up at you. “Ten!” you exclaim with the proud, victorious expression of a champion just before the timer goes off.
The Prize
Still looking up at you, I manage to straighten myself up a little and rest back on my heels, spit out my mouthpiece, and lick my lips with inviting anticipation.
The look of pride you give me is everything! “Son, you’ve done me proud! You’re more of man than any other guy I know!”
“Thank you, Daddy! I’m all yours, now,” I offer.
You struggle with the waistband your jock with your still gloved fists, so I lean forward, bite the elastic and pull back soyou can work your jock down, presenting your engorged meaty cock to me totally naked.
I open wide, placing my still gloved fists on your hips for support. You thrust forward filling my mouth as I movemyself to you. You place your fists on either side of my head with a light punching motion, taking control of fucking my face.
I take the hint and stay still. On the thrusts I breathe in and swallow, taking all that you give me down my hungry throat.On the withdraws I swipe your shaft with my tongue, giving pleasure to every inch. My body is still racked with an intensedull ache deep in my gut, but I’m recovering and relishing the long, thick cock of the man who beat me. I payparticular attention to the head of your cock, wrapping my lips around it, nursing it, and licking at the slit to savor everydrop of pre-cum.
You pull all the way out and I lean back with my tongue out, drinking in the sight of your glistening muscles flexing and rippling as you smack your dick on my tongue. The sight of incredible intoxicating pleasure on your face fills me with such pride I swear I could cum again already.
Your fists go back to my head, this time gently behind my head, and you return to fucking my face. I am determinedto deep throat your cock with every ounce of passion I have in me. Soon, I can tell you’re nearing the end.
I turn my gaze upward again as you continue to fuck…faster and faster…your head thrown back in ecstasy and a deep, guttural roar building in your chest. I press against the inside of your thighs encouraging you spread your legs wider to give your churning balls more room.
I return my attention to your cock and balls…the timing has to be right and just as the first ribbon of cum shoots down my throat I drive the glove on my right fist straight up into your exploding ball sac.
“FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!” you scream as your torso folds over my head and I hold your body up at your hips, sucking down your still spasming cock, draining every drop of cum from your balls. I can barely get my arms around your tree trunk thighs, and I feel your entire body convulsing from the intensity of your orgasm. Finally your breath returns to a normal rhythm and your cock softens in my mouth.
We stay that way for a couple seconds until you gingerly lower yourself to the floor and we cuddle and passionatelykiss for the first time. It doesn’t take long for our hunger to build! We can’t rip off the gloves and peel of the wraps fastenough. I want to worship the muscles of a hot, powerful man. Still slick with sweat, my hands slide easily over your traps, delts, pecs, and lats. I straddle you, and command you, “Flex for me!” You oblige with another perfect mouth-watering double biceps. You bis spring into massive peaks and your face glows with masculine pride. I palm the solid muscle, not able to fit my whole hand around the fuckers. Staring lustfully in each other’s eyes, you twist your wrists making your muscles ripple like hard rolling rocks under the smooth heat of skin.Our once flaccid cocks start to stir and lengthen as passion stirs. I can’t help myself…I lean down and while not lettinggo of one arm, I stick my face in the pit of your other arm, drinking in your musk, and licking my way to the hard muscle. I’m going to worship this entire body for you, man.
We move into a passionate kiss where the fight continues. Our tongues battle for supremacy of each other’s mouths;our hands tangle and wrestle to explore the other’s body. Salty sweat returns as our bodies writhe and erect cocks do battle.
“So, Daddy,” I ask, “you think you have what it takes to fuck me?” But that’s another story…
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