Hard Blows

Nathan both loves and hates Roy, a fellow boxer at his gym. Roy is arrogant, and he goes out of his way to both taunt and annoy Nathan. Raul, their coach, grows weary of it. He tells the two fight each other after hours and resolve their differences. However, once the fists start flying, Nathan learns Roy’s bravado may be masking deeper and much more sexual towards him.

WARNING! This 4,500+ word short story contains graphic and explicit descriptions of gay sex between consenting men. It is meant only for mature and adult readers over the age of 18.

EXCERPT:

Only, that wasn’t a knockout blow. Yes, he was a bit groggy now, but he scrambled to his feet. I made the mistake of thinking I was fighting a fair bout with rules. Roy certainly wasn't. I was about to learn that directly. Once he wavered back to his feet, he looked at me, sneered, and grunted, “Fuck this shit.” And that’s when he went all out MMA on me. I wrestled in high school, and I know how to stuff a takedown attempt. Yet, Roy caught me completely by surprise. He lunged for my legs, and swept me up. Instinctually, I knew he was going to try and twist his body around and slam me to the mat. However, if I was going to go down, I wanted to go down on my terms. So, instead of fighting off Roy, I jumped and fell backwards at the same time. I wrapped my legs around his waist, kept one arm around the back of his neck, and I broke my fall with my free arm. The impact hurt, but breaking the fall kept me from becoming winded.

Roy landed between my spread legs. To somebody who doesn’t follow mixed martial arts, this position can look more than merely homoerotic. Here I had this half naked and sweaty man between open legs. I also kept my arm around the back of his neck while forcing his cheek against mine. I kept my other arm hooked under his armpit. If somebody was watching, it would almost look like tender love making, but in reality, it was something far more serious. I had to hold Roy close to me, because if I didn’t, he’d try to rise up, create space between us, and pummel his fists down against my head. If he could get out of from between my legs, he could lay on me in a specific way to immobilize me and start hammering my face with his fist. It would be all over by then, and I would be in a world of hurt.

However, I had another problem. Secretly, I always had a thing for Roy – even if I thought he was an insufferable asshole. Even though I was in fight mode, having his body pressed so closely to mine started to distract me. Hell, it started to turn me on. If I wasn’t careful, my cock would stir up so stiffly, it would strain against my jock strap, and he would feel it. I wasn’t quite prepared to go there, but I also realized it was going to be a foregone conclusion if I remained on my back with him between my muscular thighs. I had to think of something fast. I could either squirm my way out from under him and return to my feet, or I could try rolling him off of me. Both options would have required a lot of energy, and so I opted for something else. If Roy wasn’t going to play by the rules, I wasn’t going to either. I decided to do something shocking.

I kissed him.

I kissed him on the lips.

I kissed him on the lips real, real hard.

I kissed him on the lips real, real hard before shoving my tongue into his mouth.

Roy struggled against me at first, and then he sort of went limp. He stopped fighting me …