Gay Erotic Stories

I was standing ringside between rounds of working the heavy bag when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. There was no fear but a feeling of familiarity. I heard the main door to Doc’s gym shut behind me then footsteps lead from them. The impact of his soles told me who it was but my mind was in denial. I decided to wait to hear his voice before I made my final assessment. He stopped directly behind me and I practically felt his breath on my neck. My suspicions were confirmed in that instant. Without turning around I spoke.

“I thought you were dead. I wondered if you had fallen off the face of the earth or if someone had beaten yours off,” I stated.

“News of my death has been greatly exaggerated. It’s good to see you,” he replied.

“Yeah, well it’s not good to see you,” I answered.

“Don’t be like that, it’s gonna be just like old times.”

“Hhhhmmm… A thought I don’t particularly relish.”

“I figured as much. You up for a little sparring?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Why not? Afraid of getting beat.”

“You’ve never beaten me.”

“Times change, so do people.”

“But you haven’t.”

“I’ve got next in the ring; I’ll see you in there in 10.”

“Forget it Billy, I’m not in the mood for your games.”

“Who said anything about games? I’ve got a fight coming up, you’re the best qualified to spar with. This is a boxing gym, right? You are working for Doc aren’t you?”

“Ggggrrrrrr . . . . fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.”

Billy walked away and a flood of memories came back, most of them unpleasant. I met William Goodman when I tried out for the U.S. Olympic boxing team. Billy was not good looking. He had one of those faces only a mother could love. But his body was a fine toned chiseled machine of perfection. The first time I saw him naked in the showers, I had to make myself look away. Damn! He had a phenomenal body. We became friends on the team and went through the try-outs like wild fire, beating everyone we stepped in the ring with. Becoming the top two finalists for the middleweight division we admired and respected each other’s fighting ability. We were going to wreak havoc at the 1992 Olympics in Seoul.

One Friday night after practice Billy followed me to the local bar and found out I was on the DL (down-low). Confronting me in the bar he stared at me with a blank look. Before I could respond he pulled me into a death grip of a bear hug and kissed me hard. By the time he eased his grip the entire bar was watching us.

Our friendship grew exponentially that night, as well as the chemistry between us. Billy and I fucked liked animals. We did it anyplace and anytime the moment grabbed us. Billy made me horny just being in the same room with him. Practice was torture for me whenever he worked out without a shirt on. I had to avert my eyes or my strength would instantly drain. In fact I was nearly KO’d in the ring one time when he walked up to the ringside drenched in perspiration from his roadwork. Coach reamed my ass good for losing my concentration. Thankfully he didn’t know why.

New to the relationship thing I was young and brash wearing my heart on my sleeve. I wanted us to be exclusive, Billy didn’t. After the Olympics I wanted us to settle down and become a boxing couple; again Billy didn’t.

A week before we left town for Seoul I found another guy’s name and number in his back pocket. When I confronted him on it, he denied it out right. Two days later I tracked the guy down and found out the truth. I was beside myself with anger. The day before I was to going to have anther chat with Billy that ringer opponent I’ve come to know as fate intervened. My cousin Walter from Canada came down to visit and brought the flu with him. I was so sick the next day I could barely get out of bed. My dreams of the Olympic Gold were shattered. Billy went on to win a silver medal and then toured with the rest of the team. During the tour he opted to stay in England and begin his boxing career. I never received a letter and I never saw him until today.

My boxer mentality was barely keeping my emotions in check. Before I knew it I was practically suited up in my black and gold trunks, boots, gloves and headgear waiting for him to return to the ring. Billy stepped from the locker room wearing a patchwork color of equipment: blue & green boots, purple trunks, burgundy gloves and black headgear. His body was still a fine toned chiseled machine of perfection. My dick jumped a couple of times in my protector before I got it under control. Getting a good look at him, he looked like he had endured a few wars. His cauliflower ears were tattered at the ends, his cheekbones bore scars of the battles he had been in and his nose looked like it had be broken a few times. He still had a face that took a little getting used to.

“I see you’ve survived a few wars,” I stated.

“Doesn’t look like you’ve been in too many,” He replied.

“I’m ranked 8th by the WFBA,” I came back.

“I’m impressed,” he stated.

“Not yet, but you will be.”

“You’ve gotten cocky.”

“Times change, so do people.”

“You’re still angry.”

“Step into the ring and find out.”

Billy looked at my calm demeanor and acknowledged that I had grown. I knew he had changed as well, but he was a fight I didn’t want to lose again.

DING!

Circling Billy to my right I made sure to say clear of his right cross. I remembered the power he possessed and knew that it had probably only gotten better with time. Flicking out a few jabs that fell short, I felt uncertain. I was usually able to feel out a guy with no problem. But Billy wasn’t just any other opponent. Returning a few jabs Billy’s also fell short. Apparently he was having the same problem. Realizing that his was a paid for sparring session I focused and got to work. Jumping in with my jab I connected cleanly. BAP! BAP! BAP! Absorbing each shot he seamed surprised that I hit him. Billy smiled at me and I kept a blank look on my face to hide my feelings. PHAP! Throwing a wild overhand right I easily blocked it and looked at him like he was crazy. PHAP! Again he threw a wild right hook as if to catch me off guard. BAP! BAP! Peppering him with a few jabs I attempted to wake him up. Cocking his right hand back Billy threw another over hand right. This time I easily side stepped the punch and countered with a left hook on the point of his chin. PHAM! The blow snapped his head back and he rocked off his heals from the punch. I knew he wasn’t hurt, but one of us didn’t seem to be paying attention. Shaking his head he gathered his thoughts and resumed. I continued to watch him in disbelief. For a feeling out round, he felt me in several painful ways.

Billy came at me with a jab that seemed to be moving in slow motion. Quickly swatting it away I dug a hard left hook to the body. PHUMP! Taking a step back he looked at me like I hit him with a fly swatter. Removing my mouthpiece I yelled at him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“What do you mean? We’re sparring,” he replied.

“Don’t play me like I’m stupid. If you’re here to spar then let’s do this. If not then I’ve got better things to do with my time.”

“Calm down.”

“Look, in order for me to work you I’ve got to see what you’ve learned. Now either start throwing some punches or get the hell out of my ring.”

“Fine!”

DING! DING!

I didn’t know what he hell he was trying to pull out there but it was pissing me off. Billy knew better. Glancing over to his corner I noticed sweat glistening off his shoulders. We had barely done anything and yet he looked as if we had sparred for several rounds. My anger was directly conflicting with my lust leaving me in a state of confusion.

DING!

Billy met me in the center of the ring and hit me with two of the fastest jabs I have ever been hit with. BAM! BAM! I didn’t know I had been hit until I saw his hand pulling back. Jumping in with his jab again I was able to block it, but just barely. Countering with my jab I backed him up to get him off me. Billy smiled while I took a deep breath. Feinting with his left Billy threw a wicked right hook with mean intentions. WHOOSH! Pulling back in the nick of time the blow skinned the tip of my nose. Adjusting my footing to attack, Billy charged at me smothering me with punches. Covering up I blocked most of his shots and searched for an opening. While looking for an opening I didn’t realize he backed me into a corner until I felt the turnbuckle at my back. Swarming me with punches he stung me a few times like a bee. POW! THWACK! BLAM! Billy didn’t leave me any room to move. He rocked my jaw one too many times and I started to lose my temper. Adjusting to his speed I fired a one-two combo that rocked his head backward and gave me an opening.

Firing a triple left hook I maneuvered out of the corner and gave myself some room to move. A look of anger flashed across Billy’s face and he slammed his gloves together realizing I had escaped. Moving towards each other we fired left hooks at the same. POW! I pulled my shot at the last second but he didn’t. The blow nearly took my head off. Stumbling backwards I knew for certain that he was playing for keeps. It was time to take off the kiddy gloves.

Billy saw the focus in my eyes and smiled. Sticking out his jab he tried to keep it in my face to distract me. Ducking under I counter with a right hook that sent sweat flying into the cheap seats. Billy returned fired with a right hook but I was already gone. Digging a hard right to the body I backed him up. Following with left to the point of the chin I wobbled his legs and made him stumble into a neutral corner. I knew that Billy had spent years on the European circuit. The majority of their fighters have abs of steel and jaws of glass. Billy had spent too many years over there and become just like them. Following him into the corner I smothered him with punches. POW! A right uppercut stood him up for me exposing his gut. THUMP! THUMP! I hammered his gut with slicing shots. As Billy bent forward to reduce the impact the bell rang.

DING! DING!

I turned to walk to my corner and he grabbed me by the shoulder. CRACK! When I turned to see what he wanted he floored me with a crushing right hand. Now I was pissed. When I opened my eyes he was standing in front of me waving his gloves at me to come forward. Jumping to my feet I assumed my stance. Lowering my chin I focused my eyes on him. Anger welled up from deep inside me. I instantly switched into “Turbo Mode” and went after him. Billy stood his ground as I approached, but didn’t know what he had gotten himself into.

Feinting with my jab he flinched. That was all I needed. As he readjusted I came in with a steaming right cross. BLAM! The punch slammed across his chin like a car crash. When his head finally snapped back into position his eyes were wide and showed me the look of shock on his face. Digging a hard left to the solar plexus he grunted.

“Umph!”

WHUMP! Another right to the gut stopped him cold. Stepping back I blasted his face with straight shots. BAM! BAM! BAM! THAM! Straight left, straight right, straight left followed by a right hook. THWACK! A left uppercut rocked his head skyward and hurt him bad but I didn’t care. Going back to the body I gutted him like a dead fish. I rained one punishing blow after another till his stomach was mush. The sheer force of my blows kept him aloft in the corner. Aiming for his face I battered his head back and forth. Had it not been for his headgear I would have blackened his eyes and shut them completely with sizzling hooks. Instinct kept his arms aloft but they were useless as I split his guard and landed on target every time. A left hook split his lip and dislodged his mouthpiece. A right uppercut knocked it completely out. Another left hook splattered me with blood as I busted his nose wide open. Cocking my right hand back I fired another crunching body blow and held it there twisting my glove in his gut to make sure he felt the pain I was inflicting.

Billy’s gloves lowered to push my hands away and cover his gut but there was no strength in them. Titling his head upward he coughed and spit on me. Reality hit me like a brick and let him go. Billy’s body fell into mine as if someone had cut his marionette strings. Carrying him to the locker room I nursed his woods and put him to bed on the cot in the room.

Three hours later he awoke still dizzy from the beating I had given him.

“Ow! That’s funny, the last time we fought you didn’t hit like a Mac truck,” Billy joked trying to sit up.

“I don’t know what to say. I don’t think sorry is going to cut it in this case,” I replied standing over him looking sullen.

“I guess I deserved that for what did all those years ago,” Billy stated.

“Yeah, but not this.”

“Tell me about it. How’d you get so fast?”

“Built in,” I stated sitting next to him. “I discovered it shortly after you left. It’s saved my butt in a few fights.”

“Damn! Now I know why they call you Turbo.”

“Look that was a cheap shot. But if you can’t forgive me for what I did, I’ll understand.”

“I can postpone my upcoming fight. I shouldn’t have postponed this visit for this long.”

“You’ll get no argument from me there.”

“I just wish it could have been less painful.”

“Why did you really come back?”

“I just wanted to say that I was young and didn’t know any better.”

“You knew well enough to know how your actions would affect me.”

“I knew but I didn’t want to care. Everything was happening so fast. I needed time to think.”

“Well you got it, now what?”

“I don’t know, I guess I was hoping to pick up where we left off.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“I guess I’m grasping for straws here, huh?”

“That would be an accurate assumption.”

“There’s someone else in your life.”

“You could say that.”

“Yeah, I guess it was stupid of me to think you would wait for me.”

“You’re not the only one that grew up you know.”

“Fair enough.”

“So what happens now?”

“Now you get some rest, tomorrow we work on your defense and our friendship.”

“Turbo?”

“Yes.”

“Thanks for forgiving me.”

“I’ll forgive after I whip your ass again.”

“Once wasn’t enough?”

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”