This file depicts sexual acts between guys. If that shit turns you off, or you find it offensive, then how did you turn up here?!
The characters in this story might not be using jimmies, but they aint real. You are. Practice safe sex.
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Anfernee Williamson of da Undaground Click. (c) 1 February, 1998
ROUND SIX another Wildstyle tip
I have to admit, I was a little begrudging when my gym contacted me and asked if I could stand in for one of our trainers. A young and upcoming boxer, that I hadn't yet met, had just transferred to train at our gym, and his trainer was out of the city on business. No one else wanted to help out at the late hour Tuesday night that the boxer was needing for the practice. Begrudging, I agreed to help out.
I met up with the guy after I had finished dinner, arriving at the small gym at about 9pm. Suppositively he worked an early morning shift at some big packing factory or something and this was the only time he had to train. I met him just outside the place, spotting him at the doorway. He was a big fellow, easily a heavyweight from what I could make out from the darkened silhouette. He was well covered in dark sweats, the old, well worn type boxers always had.
We shook hands and introduced ourselves. He dropped his name; Tyrell. He was a nice enough kid. I asked him his age as I unlocked the front door of the gym and moved inside. He told me he was 17, and I raised an eyebrow. He looked at LEAST 20, and was certainly built more heavily than any 17 year old Id seen.
We got ready for a practice bout which Id been instructed to help out with. I had seen enough years in boxing to be able to spar with him which is what he needed. Id been in boxing for about 5 years, starting seriously when I was around 18 years old. I was no where the heavyweight Tyrell was, more the lighter weight, using my height and speed to my advantage.
Tyrell was ready to lace on his gloves in a quick few minutes, stripping off his sweats down to a huge white singlet and a pair of black shorts with snaps down either legs. I spotted him as the well off sort, recognising them as the latest in a high priced sports fashion.
Physically, he was BIG. Just over six foot tall, but his black body was very heavily developed for someone who was only 17. And from the way his muscles bulged I could tell that it wasn't just all size. There was a lot of heavy weight and strength tensed under that smooth, dark skin.
I helped him on with his black gloves, lacing them up tightly. Our sparring started fairly much immediately after, as I slipped on some practice gloves. I was glad that he was a no nonsense type, dedicated and quick to get down to business. Since we entered the empty gym, he had barely paused to get himself into the ring.
The first few rounds we just sparred lightly. Tyrell's footwork wasn't all bad for someone his size, bulk wise especially. He managed to keep up with my own quick footwork pretty well. The young black was only hitting lightly in the first few rounds, but I was glad this was the only way and time Id see him in the ring with me. I felt even those light blows sapping at my strength.
After the first few, Tyrell had worked up a good sweat, more so than I had. We paused over in the corner of the ring, keeping to regulation times like it was a real match. His singlet was clinging to his big body, the light sheening off those dark muscles. He pawed at the light white cloth a second, trying to snag it so he could get it off.
"Yo. Can you help me with this?"
I obliged, helping him get the singlet off. Man. Id spent my life developing my own style with my lightweight body, and quick foot, but I would have killed for a body like Tyrell's. With his singlet off, I had a clear view of his torso. Big. Thick. Big slabs of hard muscle. From that huge chest and shoulders. Those thick arms. And those powerful abs that looked like they could absorb almost any blow.
We stepped up on the next few rounds, and I started really working him out. I kept to my strengths, my speed and footwork. It was obvious that Tyrell wasn't used to that sort of speed, and I wasn't surprised. He was a heavyweight. I danced around him, keeping it so that he at least still had a chance. The rounds started taking their toll on him. By the end of the fifth, he was panting heavily, and sweating real bad.
Tyrell dropped down onto his corner stool, as I grabbed up a towel to wipe off his face. He looked up at me with those dark eyes.
"Damn. You running me way too hard. I aint gonna be meeting no one like you in a ring man."
I shrugged, grabbing up his water bottle. I squirted a little into his mouth, sucking a little down myself before squirting some on his big chest and shoulders. "I figured you could use the workout."
Tyrell grinned. "Hey, get my shorts?" He pawed down near his waist. I obliged him, tugging a little at his shorts and squirting a little water down their front. I heard the deep sigh, putting the bottle down and preparing fro the next round. Tyrell didn't get up.
"Hey. A little more?"
"Times running out on the rest. We gotta get back into the ring." Tyrell gave me a strange look.
"Don't be such a hardass man. Cmon. Gimme some more water there."
I took the bottle up again and squirted a little more down the front of his shorts. I could see them clinging around his groin where the water was starting to get them very wet. I tried not to look at him there, although it was next to impossible to notice how big he was between the legs.
"Damn. That feels good." I gave him a look when I realised he wasn't getting up. "You know what would feel better though?" His voice was low. I was a little worried now, cause I had no idea what he was talking about. He nodded downwards with his head, putting his big arms up on the corner ropes.
"Cmon bro. Hows about we workout a different way this round?"
It might sound hard to believe, but I didn't know what he was talking about. Even though his hints were pretty blunt. I had never had anyone proposition me like this before, and Id certainly never really been interested in guys before. His next line got my attention instantly, and I didn't need much to work out what he had ment.
"Suck a bros dick for him. Cmon bro. I could use it man."
I didn't know what to say. I stammered a bit, blushing really badly. Well, as good as a black guy could. I told him quickly, more in defence than anything, that I didn't really know if I was interested. He returned with that big grin of his.
"Hey its cool if you aint done it before. I can tell you aint." I felt so weird, even more so now. How the heck did he know?! Was it something I was saying or doing? "Cmon. Ill show you through it man."
I don't know what it was, but something tugged at me. Impossibly. I found myself in two minds. I didn't want to do it. Tyrell was a GUY. I wasn't like that! But at the same time, my completely virgin self was finding the idea of looking another guy over sexually interesting. I was suddenly curious, wondering in my mind a million things.
In my indecision I just stood there, my eyes low, hearing my heart pounding in my ears, and Tyrell's heavy breathing. Something about that must have said something to the huge black kid, who acted as if I had just told him I would. He spoke to me in that deep, low tone.
"Its cool man. Just get my shorts open a bit, aiight?"
I found myself going down on my knees slowly then. Tyrell opened up his huge legs, and suddenly I felt like he was my whole world. He was so huge and hot and on my knees in front of him, I could see or sense nothing else.
Somehow I choked back my inhibitions as my curiosity lifted my hand to the snaps at the top of his shorts, right at his hip. I popped them open, the expensive shorts loosening suddenly. I couldn't help noticing the huge bulge that had risen in his lap, and then couldn't tear my eyes off it. I was nothing short of intimidated as I tugged at more of the snaps, loosening the shorts right up.
"Yeah. We'll take it slow bro. That's good. Now, just tug em open."
Coaxed on by his gentle tone, I did so, pulling at the loosened shorts. I saw the sudden shock of black pubic hair there, then his huge male organ, just as jet black and way darker than his skin. It nestled there like some massive black snake, still indescribably large in an only partly arrosed state. I suddenly, strangely, felt my own penis reach full mast.
"Just pretend its your own cock, man. Just do whatever you wanna do to it. We can take it slow."
I nodded, and with my hands shaking badly, I eased them under his huge cock. Fuck!! His size and weight was incredible! I had no idea how he had contained it wearing no boxers or briefs! It would have hung pretty close to the end of the leg of his short, and its thickness was unavoidable. I suddenly wondered how I hadn't noticed.
With his huge male part now held in my sweaty hands, Tyrell was starting to rise slightly. I felt the shifting. The firming of this massive piece of dick. I tugged slightly at the very loose, soft skin, the whole thing feeling almost like sweaty rubber. His huge head suddenly came into view as ample overhang eased back from my exploration. I heard Tyrell sigh heavily, obviously enjoying the attention of my hands.
"Put a little more water on it bro." he said. The huge blacks voice was a little ragged.
I quickly obliged him, squirting the rest of the bottle gently onto that huge cock. It had definitely stopped swelling but was far from erect. Instead it had firmed outward into a lazy arch that dropped heavily between his big thighs. With one hand cradling that huge shaft in its middle, I let the water fall along its length, emptying the last into his thick pubs, letting it run around equally huge balls.
"Fuck. Get my shorts off, yo!"
I dropped the bottle aside, and all but yanked the sports shorts off his body. The snaps gave easily, and as he eased himself up, the unfastened shorts came away completely, leaving this huge black kid naked in front of me. Dispite the completely alien nature of having a guy naked in front of me, I quickly put my hands back on that thick rope of cock.
"Yeah....oh fuck yeah....yeah like dat, nigga." Tyrell started groaning hard as I tugged rhythmically on his still limp cock. It hardened more, but was still far from erect. I doubted seriously that he COULD get erect! I gently masturbated the soft, yet still firm length, enjoying the sensations and the fact I was giving him obvious pleasure.
The same curiosity that had made me want to mess around with Tyrell tugged at me again then. I slowly found myself lowering my head, putting my face against that huge hose of black flesh. It burned against my cheek as I rubbed and jerked his loose skin, lubed slightly by the moisture of his sweat, his precum and the water Id put on him. Slowly I turned my head, moving my mouth onto that hot flesh.
The effect on Tyrell was instant. He groaned, as a shiver ran through his huge body. Something deep inside me gave as I moved my mouth over his head, taking it in, sucking deep. In the ultimate act of submittance, and my sudden want to pleasure him as much as I could, I began to suck on his thick black cock. I held his big length, moving my mouth as far onto him as I could manage.
I heard Tyrell moaning so hard, moving gently above and around me as I gave him the best blowjob I knew how to. I began bobbing my head quickly on his fleshy member, pausing at times to suck at his overhanging skin. At one point I pushed my tongue inside his foreskin to lick hard around his bare head. I felt Tyrell reacting in every inch of that huge black penis.
"Yeah....ah shit! You doin' it well bro....fuck, don't stop....FUCK yeah!" His words spurred me on, encouraged me as I began sucking hard on his member. I could hear the quick, loud slurps. Feel his huge column of soft flesh move into my throat. Somehow, impossibly, I was enjoying performing this act immensely.
I was sweating heavily, both my hands tugging at his skin, and working his huge organ. At one point, I had no idea how long I had been sucking Tyrell, I opened my eyes. I looked back along a huge, rigid shaft that ended almost a foot away in the black youths mass of pubic hair. I suddenly realised it was my sucking that had bought that huge piece of flesh up. It was as hard as rock under my hands because I had made it like that.
I went on harder and faster than ever then, barely hearing the loud slurping and Tyrell's almost pained moans. I felt a sudden shift under my hands, as I pulled and jerked his loose skin. I heard Tyrell's moans reaching a peak, his voice groaning over and over that he was coming. I suddenly realised what was happening when my mouth exploded in a thick, salty wetness.
I kept sucking, swallowing his semen as I continued flooding my mouth in thick, powerful gushes. I had been set in a pattern as if I had been sculling a drink when his shots of juice slowed and eventually stopped. I eased back off him, suddenly realising how much I was panting and sweating. Tyrell was doing so twice as bad as me, cussing in disbelief.
"Help me get my gloves off," he panted. Still a little disbelieving at what I had just done, I did my best, more lost than anything. I felt his big hands tugging at my clothes as his gloves fell away, my body suddenly naked as the big youth turned me against the turnbuckle.
I felt Tyrell spreading my legs, moving his huge body against me. He felt hot. Wet. His manner and haste felt almost desperate as I felt that huge black cock slap against my back. Somehow, it was still as hard as when I had stopped sucking on it. It felt hotter than his body, a burning, foot long brand against my shaking body. I suddenly realised as he pulled me back a little, and ordered me to hold onto the ropes and spread my legs, what he ment to do to me. I started shaking uncontrollably.
His big head broke my ring in a savage shove, pushed with all the strength this huge black kid had. I yelped, shocked and scared like some trapped animal as two more consequent shoves buried almost half his huge length up my ass. I struggled desperately, trying to pull free off that huge violation as it broke up inside me, intruding into depths I had never felt.
I whimpered silently as the ordeal ended. My breath came in ragged pants, and I could feel the sharp, rough feel of Tyrell's pubic hair scratching my asscheeks. The huge youth held me in his arms, trapping me, an act that was unnecessary with the massive cock that held my body prisoner. It throbbed inside me, my tight ring of muscle burning with a hot pain.
Without a word, Tyrell began fucking me. His first backstroke sent my own rigid cock into a sudden orgasm, my seed spraying a long stream of cum far out of the ring. Tyrell pulled my athletic body against his in a tight hug as he began building his stroke into a quick, long fuck. I hung under him, tight within his sweaty, huge black arms, taking his every inch.
Slowly I became accustomed to his presence, his huge, foot long violations raping my ass, turning it into his pussy. His stroke remained strong, almost violent as he screwed me ignoring my half pained, pleasure fulled cries for him to stop. Slowly they changed into grateful whimpers of pleasure as I began experiencing his penis in a whole new light.
Almost as quickly as my ass began truly accepting his massive black rod, Tyrell rammed himself to his balls in me. I felt the surge, the sudden burning wetness so deep inside me I was lost for where it was. A warmth spread throughout me from that spot as Tyrell dropped his huge load in me, his whole cock pounding waves of pleasure through me with every throb.
I finally slid back off his penis as Tyrell eased me gently onto the stool. I was sweating a rainstorm, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. I raised my eyes to see Tyrell jacking off his massive length, his whole huge black body dripping with sweat. His face split in a wide grin, as me moved in a little closer to me.
"Regulation time," he said. His voice was low, husky. "Then we go into round seven." I managed a weak grin as I looked up at him. I knew this was going to the last round, even if I couldn't make it that far.
I had no regrets.
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