For the next two weeks before his classes start, Uri and I steal away for private punching sessions when we can. One particular Saturday afternoon, Stephanie takes the girls shopping leaving us guys home alone with absolutely nothing to do. That's a recipe for trouble. I’m looking forward to introducing Uri to American college football, but it hasn’t started yet and we’re just hanging out. I decide we should grill some hamburgers so I prep the meat and go outside to fire up the grill.
A few minutes later, Uri joins me and he’s not wearing his t-shirt anymore. I grin at him as the hot Texas sun shines on his dark skin. He casually walks to the grill, reaches up and grabs the bottom of the overhead arbor stretching his full torso in a gentle arc and asks, “How long until the grill heats up?” This little fucker is toying with me, just aching to start up another gut workout. “Well, it’s pretty much ready right now. Why do you ask?” Two can play this game.
“I dunno, thought we might have another go, if you like.” There it is! I waste no time taking my shirt off and aggressively move toward him. His eyes widen a little and he grins and steps back as I advance. I push him against one of the deck posts and land a solid punch right between his belly button and his solar plexus. “Uuungh,” he groans. “Is that what you had in mind?” I ask. “Fuck yeah! Give me more!”
I really love this, so I happily oblige and begin steadily punching that tan stomach over and over and he replies with appropriate grunts and “Oofs”. Right and left combos hit their marks and he breathes out sharply with each one. He’s really gotten better at taking this beating and can hold up against my barrages much longer these days. I give him a chance to catch his breath and stretch his abs before throwing a series of hard rights straight into the area just to the right of his navel. I work the same spot relentlessly until he starts to cave. Sensing he needs to switch it up, I simply move to the other side and begin the same attack over there.
Either from the heat or the workout, he’s starting to glisten with sweat and some of my punches slide off target when they hit his wet skin. I grab a towel from the pool linen closet so he can wipe down before we move on. When we return, he instinctively places his hands behind his head, arms raised and plants his feet for the next round. He nods and I begin again. I’m in close with some jabs working all around and land a few shots to his ribs that cause him to flinch. But he’s mostly standing firm against this assault so I decide to switch it up a little and give him a test of his strength and stamina. A few more jabs and one-two combos right above his navel and then a I throw a hard upper cut right under the bottom of his rib cage into the pit of his stomach. This one actually lifts him up onto his toes and causes him to suck wind into his lungs! I pause for a second to gauge his reaction. “That one was fricking awesome!” he gasps catching his breath. “Glad you liked it,” I say and I do it again. “Ooooh!” he moans. Again. “Ooooh!” Again. “OOooooH!” He takes two steps back to get some relief, but I follow him and advance into his gut again with three more upper cuts one right behind the other. “Oooooh!” and he’s on his knees heaving.
I help him up after a few seconds and steady him holding his shoulders. “Holy shit! That’s great,” he exclaims between gasps for air. “Thought I was going to puke there for a second.” “You might,” I reply and immediately give him another three upper cuts to the same spot. He’s down again and this time the heaving leads to vomiting and he does indeed lose his breakfast.
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I often work from home and Steph takes the girls to school on her way to work most days. Uri’s classes at the university don’t start until later in the day, so we have breakfast together when we can and spend time getting to know each another better. He has a steady girlfriend, Theresa, whom he misses very much. Even the frequent communication over social media or Skype doesn’t make up for face to face contact. “Does Theresa know about your little fetish?” I inquire over coffee. “No way! She wouldn’t understand it at all. I mean, I love her a lot and we’re, you know, active and all, but this is different.” “I get it,” I say. “Steph doesn’t know either. A feel kind of bad keeping a secret from her, but, as you say, she definitely wouldn’t understand. Funny thing though. The other night, we had just finished making love and she asked me if there was something different about me? ‘What do you mean’ I asked, wondering what she was getting at. She said, ‘I don’t know. For the past few weeks, you’ve seemed more energized and vital when we’ve been together.’ I winked at her and said, ‘Maybe it’s Uri. Having another lion in the house has made me a little more competitive. Got to let my lioness know who the Alpha is!’ I growled at her and she laughed at me and pushed me away.”
Uri and I have developed a sort of signal, or pattern if you will, these days. Once he feels ready and his abs have recovered enough, he stops by my office just off the living room. He’s got his gym shorts on, but no shirt. “Good morning!” he smiles. His teeth shine brightly across his face. And then he turns and leaves, waiting for me in the game room where we have a makeshift home gym set up. Today I sneak up behind him while he’s doing pull ups and pop him in the abs as he reaches the bottom of his motion. “Ouch!” and he drops off the bar. “Come around here and do that some more.” “Sure,” I reply and I circle in front of him. “You want me to put on some gloves?” “Nah, I like the feel and sound of your bare fists better.” So he jumps back up to the bar and starts his routine again. “I’ll hold at the bottom and you can punch me then.” Right. We go through three sets of ten reps where I throw some fairly solid punches in his abs and he holds up under them the whole time. “You’re really getting stronger these days,” I say to encourage him. “Feels like it,” he grunts between pull ups and slugs in the belly.
Once he’s done, I tell him to put his hands through the leather rings hanging from the bar and get braced for some more. He does and I start throwing body punches in his gut. After about ten or so, I take a break and rub his abs just to loosen them up a little. “You’re going like this next part, I think,” I tease him. Then I grab his balls and give a really good squeeze. He groans and brings his knees up in defense. I release him and he drops his legs giving me another opening to grab him again. “Uuuhn,” he groans throwing his head back. Without warning I slug his open abs hard. “Oooof!” I grab his balls again and slug him again. Another “Oooof” in response. He’s swinging from the rings now so I put my hand to his chest to stop him and my thumb rakes his nipple. “Ooooh!” he cringes and sighs loudly. “What was that?” I asked. “It’s my nipples. They’re sort of hard wired.” “What does that mean? You liked it when I rubbed it?” “Hell, yes! Do it again.”
Intrigued, I start to rub his nipples to gauge his reaction. The shudder of pleasure over his body and the moan he gives let me know I’m on the right track. “What if I flick them like this?” as I gently flick each one with my index finger. “Ooooh, yes” he inhales quickly.
Well this is truly revelatory. I keep punching Uri’s abs and rubbing and twisting his nipples and suddenly, he’s got another huge erection. “Lick them, please.” He moans in a whisper. “Lick them? For real?” “YES! Please.” Between punches I grab him from the back and bring him into me so I can tentatively lick his nipples. There is so much I don’t know about this fetish business! “Harder,” he tells me. And I obey, licking those chocolate nipples like a big lollypop. “Now suck it!” He commands. I punch him again for good measure and suck that brown nipple like it was nobody’s business. He’s squirming now. Body twisting in all directions. I notice his cock is about to come out of his shorts. “You want me to do anything about that?” I nod at his groin. “Fuck yeah,” he replies. “Jerk me off, too!”
So there we are in our game room. Uri is hanging from the pull up bar with his shorts around his ankles and his cock at attention. I’m pounding his stomach with my right hand making him grunt each time my fist sinks in his belly. I’m sucking his nipples really hard and he’s crying out when I do. And my left hand is wrapped around his huge penis working it to completion. I’m getting exhausted from the effort, but he’s really enjoying the process. I land a hard shot into his upper belly pushing him away from the suction of my lips and he cries out, “OH, FUCK!” His entire body spasms as his load shoots across the hardwood floor. He hangs there until he’s through and then drops to the floor. “That was fucking amazing!”
I’m going to have to shower again before I go back to work.
tummy (0)
20/8/2019 07:15That was awesome . And hot wow wish i was closer.
ClayPunch (1)
19/8/2019 05:15For the next two weeks before his classes start, Uri and I steal away for private punching sessions when we can. One particular Saturday afternoon, Stephanie takes the girls shopping leaving us guys home alone with absolutely nothing to do. That's a recipe for trouble. I’m looking forward to introducing Uri to American college football, but it hasn’t started yet and we’re just hanging out. I decide we should grill some hamburgers so I prep the meat and go outside to fire up the grill.
A few minutes later, Uri joins me and he’s not wearing his t-shirt anymore. I grin at him as the hot Texas sun shines on his dark skin. He casually walks to the grill, reaches up and grabs the bottom of the overhead arbor stretching his full torso in a gentle arc and asks, “How long until the grill heats up?” This little fucker is toying with me, just aching to start up another gut workout. “Well, it’s pretty much ready right now. Why do you ask?” Two can play this game.
“I dunno, thought we might have another go, if you like.” There it is! I waste no time taking my shirt off and aggressively move toward him. His eyes widen a little and he grins and steps back as I advance. I push him against one of the deck posts and land a solid punch right between his belly button and his solar plexus. “Uuungh,” he groans. “Is that what you had in mind?” I ask. “Fuck yeah! Give me more!”
I really love this, so I happily oblige and begin steadily punching that tan stomach over and over and he replies with appropriate grunts and “Oofs”. Right and left combos hit their marks and he breathes out sharply with each one. He’s really gotten better at taking this beating and can hold up against my barrages much longer these days. I give him a chance to catch his breath and stretch his abs before throwing a series of hard rights straight into the area just to the right of his navel. I work the same spot relentlessly until he starts to cave. Sensing he needs to switch it up, I simply move to the other side and begin the same attack over there.
Either from the heat or the workout, he’s starting to glisten with sweat and some of my punches slide off target when they hit his wet skin. I grab a towel from the pool linen closet so he can wipe down before we move on. When we return, he instinctively places his hands behind his head, arms raised and plants his feet for the next round. He nods and I begin again. I’m in close with some jabs working all around and land a few shots to his ribs that cause him to flinch. But he’s mostly standing firm against this assault so I decide to switch it up a little and give him a test of his strength and stamina. A few more jabs and one-two combos right above his navel and then a I throw a hard upper cut right under the bottom of his rib cage into the pit of his stomach. This one actually lifts him up onto his toes and causes him to suck wind into his lungs! I pause for a second to gauge his reaction. “That one was fricking awesome!” he gasps catching his breath. “Glad you liked it,” I say and I do it again. “Ooooh!” he moans. Again. “Ooooh!” Again. “OOooooH!” He takes two steps back to get some relief, but I follow him and advance into his gut again with three more upper cuts one right behind the other. “Oooooh!” and he’s on his knees heaving.
I help him up after a few seconds and steady him holding his shoulders. “Holy shit! That’s great,” he exclaims between gasps for air. “Thought I was going to puke there for a second.” “You might,” I reply and immediately give him another three upper cuts to the same spot. He’s down again and this time the heaving leads to vomiting and he does indeed lose his breakfast.
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I often work from home and Steph takes the girls to school on her way to work most days. Uri’s classes at the university don’t start until later in the day, so we have breakfast together when we can and spend time getting to know each another better. He has a steady girlfriend, Theresa, whom he misses very much. Even the frequent communication over social media or Skype doesn’t make up for face to face contact. “Does Theresa know about your little fetish?” I inquire over coffee. “No way! She wouldn’t understand it at all. I mean, I love her a lot and we’re, you know, active and all, but this is different.” “I get it,” I say. “Steph doesn’t know either. A feel kind of bad keeping a secret from her, but, as you say, she definitely wouldn’t understand. Funny thing though. The other night, we had just finished making love and she asked me if there was something different about me? ‘What do you mean’ I asked, wondering what she was getting at. She said, ‘I don’t know. For the past few weeks, you’ve seemed more energized and vital when we’ve been together.’ I winked at her and said, ‘Maybe it’s Uri. Having another lion in the house has made me a little more competitive. Got to let my lioness know who the Alpha is!’ I growled at her and she laughed at me and pushed me away.”
Uri and I have developed a sort of signal, or pattern if you will, these days. Once he feels ready and his abs have recovered enough, he stops by my office just off the living room. He’s got his gym shorts on, but no shirt. “Good morning!” he smiles. His teeth shine brightly across his face. And then he turns and leaves, waiting for me in the game room where we have a makeshift home gym set up. Today I sneak up behind him while he’s doing pull ups and pop him in the abs as he reaches the bottom of his motion. “Ouch!” and he drops off the bar. “Come around here and do that some more.” “Sure,” I reply and I circle in front of him. “You want me to put on some gloves?” “Nah, I like the feel and sound of your bare fists better.” So he jumps back up to the bar and starts his routine again. “I’ll hold at the bottom and you can punch me then.” Right. We go through three sets of ten reps where I throw some fairly solid punches in his abs and he holds up under them the whole time. “You’re really getting stronger these days,” I say to encourage him. “Feels like it,” he grunts between pull ups and slugs in the belly.
Once he’s done, I tell him to put his hands through the leather rings hanging from the bar and get braced for some more. He does and I start throwing body punches in his gut. After about ten or so, I take a break and rub his abs just to loosen them up a little. “You’re going like this next part, I think,” I tease him. Then I grab his balls and give a really good squeeze. He groans and brings his knees up in defense. I release him and he drops his legs giving me another opening to grab him again. “Uuuhn,” he groans throwing his head back. Without warning I slug his open abs hard. “Oooof!” I grab his balls again and slug him again. Another “Oooof” in response. He’s swinging from the rings now so I put my hand to his chest to stop him and my thumb rakes his nipple. “Ooooh!” he cringes and sighs loudly. “What was that?” I asked. “It’s my nipples. They’re sort of hard wired.” “What does that mean? You liked it when I rubbed it?” “Hell, yes! Do it again.”
Intrigued, I start to rub his nipples to gauge his reaction. The shudder of pleasure over his body and the moan he gives let me know I’m on the right track. “What if I flick them like this?” as I gently flick each one with my index finger. “Ooooh, yes” he inhales quickly.
Well this is truly revelatory. I keep punching Uri’s abs and rubbing and twisting his nipples and suddenly, he’s got another huge erection. “Lick them, please.” He moans in a whisper. “Lick them? For real?” “YES! Please.” Between punches I grab him from the back and bring him into me so I can tentatively lick his nipples. There is so much I don’t know about this fetish business! “Harder,” he tells me. And I obey, licking those chocolate nipples like a big lollypop. “Now suck it!” He commands. I punch him again for good measure and suck that brown nipple like it was nobody’s business. He’s squirming now. Body twisting in all directions. I notice his cock is about to come out of his shorts. “You want me to do anything about that?” I nod at his groin. “Fuck yeah,” he replies. “Jerk me off, too!”
So there we are in our game room. Uri is hanging from the pull up bar with his shorts around his ankles and his cock at attention. I’m pounding his stomach with my right hand making him grunt each time my fist sinks in his belly. I’m sucking his nipples really hard and he’s crying out when I do. And my left hand is wrapped around his huge penis working it to completion. I’m getting exhausted from the effort, but he’s really enjoying the process. I land a hard shot into his upper belly pushing him away from the suction of my lips and he cries out, “OH, FUCK!” His entire body spasms as his load shoots across the hardwood floor. He hangs there until he’s through and then drops to the floor. “That was fucking amazing!”
I’m going to have to shower again before I go back to work.
stomachpunch (5)
20/8/2019 12:21(In reply to this)
I love your stories😊