I first took up amateur boxing when I was thirteen and gave it up a few weeks short of my eighteenth birthday. My reasons for abandoning the Noble Art were that I was leaving school, starting a good job on the Stock Exchange and was fed up with a life which was limited to studying and training.
My last fight was to be against Errol Collins, a black guy who I had fought on a number of previous occasions. At first the fights ended with Errol stopping me, but as we got older I learnt to avoid the black fighter's lethal swings, making us very evenly matched. In the last year, I had fought Errol three times and won comfortably each time. I therefore, approached my last bout with a great deal of confidence.
When I got to the York Hall, I made directly for the changing rooms and found my opponent already getting changed. "Hi Errol " I said, "are you ready for another beating." Errol looked at me and smiled, " I have got a new trainer, a new way of boxing, and am going to whip your lily white ass. Of course, if you don't believe me we can always have a little side bet - let's say fifty pounds." "You are at work Errol and I'm still at school", I replied, " which is a shame cos it would be the easiest money that I've ever earned."
The guy gave me a funny look as if looking into my soul before saying, " OK, this is the deal, you win you get fifty quid, I win I get to abuse that cute little white ass of your's."
I had no idea that the guy was anything but straight, but like me boxing had been so much part of his life that he never had time for girls and like me he was properly as horny as hell, without any outlet. I thought about it, knowing that I could beat him hollow and heard myself say " OK guy, you have deal."
From the first bell I knew that I was in serious trouble, Errol was a totally different boxer, gone were the wild swings and uppercuts replaced by an effective stick and run technique. He wasn't hurting me but his combinations were putting him steadily ahead on points. At the end of the last round I realised that he had won and my body belonged to him.
We went down stairs to the changing rooms where we had our gloves and tapes removed. I started to go to the showers but my victor said, " shag first- shower later." I followed him through a maze of corridors until we came to the boiler room, which had a table and chairs set in front of the two large boilers. He pulled down my shorts and box, leaving me naked apart from my boxing boots. Having stripped himself he showed me his large, black, semi erect cock and said, "I think I would like you to start off by getting this hard, with those pretty lips of yours." I sank to my knees and took the weapon between my lips. I had never even thought of sucking another guy's cock but set about my task like a veteran cocksucker. Before he filled my mouth with cum , he pulled me to my feet , bent me over the table, smeared Vaseline into my bottom with his fingers and said , "time for the main event. "
As his cock started on it's journey into my bowels I was terrified that he would split me but, due to good luck and lubrication he managed to impale my virgin ass up to the hilt. He then started to shag my ass with long slow strokes. Each stroke more painful than the last. After about five minutes the pain started to go off and I realised what I had allowed to happen to me. I was stark naked apart from my red boxing boots, I was bending over a table in front of two large boilers while a black guy was fucking me legless, and I was loving it.
Realising that I was getting into the fucking, he grabbed my waist and increased the speed and power of his thrusts. I was in heaven, clenching my ass muscles around his mighty cock and pushing my butt back against the thrusts. He must have fucked my ass for about twenty minutes before gasping as his huge dick emptied spurted jet after jet into my somewhat sore ass hole.
I didn't realise but during this assault on my poor bottom I had got the mother of all hard on's. Errol gave me one of his lop sided smiles and said, " I think that needs a good sucking, but then you will owe me another fuck." "just get your lips round it Errol." I replied, "As far as I'm concerned you can fuck me to eternity."
All this was ten years ago, Errol turned pro and became the British Bantamweight Champion, I progressed up he promotion ladder to become a team leader with my own dealing team. In two years time Errol will shake off the square ring , I will shake off the square mile, and we will buy a hotel on one of the Greek Islands. All of this being due to the fact that I thought that I was a better boxer than I actually was.
Being young and horny and an avid cruiser I was always looking for some dick play when I could. One of my favorite was a South Congress theater that had been converted to a porn theater. It had a large screen on the main floor that showed straight porn that was frequented by cocksuckers and feeders, so that whether you needed a blow or wanted to do some blowing there was usually action to be had.
He was working in the studio part of the time, but we were able to spend a few evenings out at clubs like "Zipps" and "Hands-". We had the most amazing time a few years ago, in Cologne for Carnival (February), wandering around between the bars late, late in the frosty evening. Coming back in early spring, I recalled how wonderful a small city it really was for gay men.
The health club that I go to has the best locker room set up that I could ever imagine. The club itself is enormous, covering several football fields. The second floor of the building, where the men's locker room is, has been added to and altered many times over making it a maze of shower rooms, saunas, steam rooms and whirlpools. By now, Dan and Slava have seen my erection a million times over.
Next door lived a black guy named Charles in his mid-twenties, who lived to party and always seemed to have women, especially white women over his place. One night in particular I remember a blonde girl about twenty who came over in slut-wear, short shorts and tank top as we passed in the hallway.
I went to a mens room at the end of the mall, that didn't get much traffic. The place was empty so I sat in the last stall which luckily had a large glory hole. I was sitting there for a few minutes when I heard the mens room door open. Someone came in and walked toward the stalls and entered the stall next to mine. I watched through the hole as he pulled down his pants and boxers. I said yeah.
Not a stitch of hair on my body (I even shave all my hair around my penis). I was in the bathroom completely naked. I put lotion all over my white body. I was completely bare and soft. I went out to my big black friend who I have known for years. I always liked him but never told him that I was attracted to him. He is strong and alot bigger then I am. I am 6'1 and weight 220. His name is Joe.
I just graduated college this summer and while sitting by the pool drinking beer I bump into this guy. It turns out he works at the company where I start in the fall. We go over to my place, watch some porn...
The Doorbell rang. It was Felix the guy that had moved next door about two weeks ago. He could not help but stare at that hunk. He had a tight pair of levis 501's on and just a tank top. He said that he has some trouble with his computer. Let us see if that is all that Felix can fix.
Two spoiled rich kids share a room at preparatoryschool. Both are probably just gangling under-developed teenagers, but begin to find each other more and more attractive from a sexual perspective!
It left thousands of people without power for several days and some for several weeks. This story is about me and a friend and how the icestorm would turn us from 2 straight friends into gay lovers. It was late january. It had been snowing and raining all day. Seth and I were at my apartment working on a paper for a food class. We did have the radio on for background noise. It was late.
I saw a guy log on that I had talked on the phone with before. It went well, but then I had to go. So there was this sense of incompleteness, unfinished business, I did not want it to end without starting. He asked how I was. "Horny" was my reply. He seemed interested.
Even the silence rings in my ears, measured only by the inscrutable increments if sunrise. As usual boredom set my feet autonomously onto the streets where my mind could wander. Anonymous streets languishing in the loosening tendrils of darkness. A few more streets and turns and I was facing a huge filling station, lights blazing and incongruous like a UFO. He must have been about 25 years old.
It was hot and Jim was so horny he hadn't been with a guy in a while and he was kinda sick of jerking but he didn't have a choice. Jim began groping himself as he thought about two incredibly hot studs he wanted. One stud was bobby with his shaved blond hair and the other was Lee with his short shaved hair.
My friends had always gone with me. Many other kids went as well. One in particular was a totally hot guy Chris, he looked like Brad Pitt, but 18, blonde streaks in his hair, and a 8 pack. He was built just like him too. Anyway, my friends couldn't make it this week so I went alone. I hadn't noticed it but I was walking beside him down the road. We began to talk.
One day at training a gym day was made compulsory for our 2 month training schedule before we went to south africa on an athletics tour in the summer of 99. A few of us had stayed extra hours (most of the other guys had left around 9pm). Watching Peter pump iron was so sexy, turning me on incredibly.
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