Bareback Against the Ropes

I feint left, then right, before landing uppercuts against glossy red boxing gloves. I was light on my feet, treading the ring skilfully, my biceps flexing with each hit and dodge. I’d boxed my entire life, never adverse to watching topless hunky men fight one another, which always made my cock twitch and stiffen, leaving me to jerk off in the showers after practice and matches, working my cock until I was dripping with spunk. I was a twenty-four-year-old man now, and had never left the ring. Jackson, my coach, was a dozen years older than me. He was muscular, with a sweaty barrel-chest, bull neck and a uniform buzz cut. He bounced in front of me now, as I continued to beat up his gloves, grunting with every punch. As I ducked, narrowly missing a red-clad hit, my eyes travelled towards his crouch. There, beneath his red drawstring shorts, was a huge bulge. I fantasised about reaching out and grabbing his cock. I needed to feel the weight and girth of him in my hand. My own cock throbbed in my shorts, the chaffing uncomfortable against the nylon fabric. I wanted to do so many dirty things to my coach, and have him do even dirtier things to me. He could have me in any way he wanted.

I want him to wrap his burly thighs around my neck as he feeds me his cock.

I want him to choke me mercilessly as he pounds my ass while I’m trapped beneath the weight of him.

I want him to shoot his load all over me, until I’m drenched and stinking of his spunk, like the subservient bitch that I am.

I want him to suck on my neck until my flesh is dimpled and marked with the indentations of his teeth.

I want him to-

While my mind raced with a turmoil of dirty thoughts, I became distracted. I jabbed my left fist out, only to completely miss my target and swing into empty air, the muscles in my shoulder stretching painfully.

‘You need to loosen up’ Jackson snaps powerfully, preparing for his usual pep talk. ‘Keep your head in the game, Jonty’.

I was slumped on a stool in the corner of the boxing ring. Jackson was knelt at my side, one burly hand massaging my shoulder, kneading the taut muscle and sliding across my oil-slick skin. Our gloves lay discarded near the centre of the ring.

‘Fuck, you’re tight’ Jackson breaths, continuing to work my muscle expertly.

My cock twitched, standing to attention as his breath brushes against my ear. I hastily cover the bulge in my shorts with my hand, hoping the movement looked nonchalant so I wouldn’t rouse suspicion. But that’s when I felt Jackson’s rough hand trailing up my thigh with his free hand. My cock stiffened even more.

‘Let me loosen you up, Jonty’ he rasps, his voice gravelly.

As his calloused hand continues to rub against my thigh, fingers disappearing inside the fabric, Jackson leans in until I was breathing him in, almost tasting the tobacco he’d smoked earlier. His forehead bumped mine, his dark eyes staring into my own expectantly. They didn’t flutter close, not even when his chapped lips rammed themselves against mine. I was stunned, my back forced against the ring. The kiss was unbreakable and firm. I sucked in three deep breaths through my nose, his mouth on mine unrelenting and painful. One of his muscular hands continues massaging my aching shoulder, while his second trails up my bare chest until he pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulls it downward, so my lips part. His long flexible tongue darts into my mouth, extending it until he lapped against the back of my throat.

‘Come on, Jonty. Don’t pretend that you haven’t wanted me for years’ Jackson mutters in my ear, nibbling my earlobe. ‘I’ve seen you jacking off in the showers, champ. I wanna make you cum for me’.

I didn’t hold back from then on. I might have been embarrassed about the fact that my coach had caught me wanking off, but I was so fucking aroused by the thought of being spied on, that I couldn’t find the strength to mind all that much. Jackson’s hand travelled up my shorts until he grabbed my hard cock, pulling at my shaft until my eyes rolled back.

‘Arh fuck’ I moan. ‘That feels so fucking good’.

‘Tell me, champ’ Jackson growls. ‘Tell me that you want me. That you need me. Tell me now’.

His rough thumb runs over the head of my cock. I suddenly feel damp and knew my slit had squirted precum on to his hand. He relished the fact that he made me wet, as he moistened my shaft skilfully, retracting my foreskin before sheathing it repeatedly.

‘Arh. Fuck coach’ I moan, toes curling inside my boots, my head lolling back against the post. ‘I want you. Arh! I need you’.

He suddenly relents kneading my shoulder as his hand seizes the back of my neck, yanking my head forward until we were eye level with each other. He eyes bore into mine intensely.

‘Stay it again, champ. And. Fucking. Look. At. Me. When. You. Do. It’ Jackson barks, still grasping my neck.

He pulls on my cock again before slipping down towards my balls, twisting them until I cried out with pleasure-pain.

‘I fucking want you, coach. Arh! I fucking need you’ I say through a clenched jaw, squirming beneath his sensual touch while locking my eyes onto his. ‘Fuck me, coach. Fuck me! Please!’.

‘Not yet, champ’ Jackson growls. ‘Get on your knees’.

I groan as he relinquishes his hold on my cock, snaking his arm out of the leg of my shorts. Strands of my spunk stretch between his thick fingers. I drop to my knees, rubbing my hand over my cock. Jackson stands up in one fluid motion, pulling down his shorts until his 9-inch cock bounces to attention. He was huge, with a throbbing purple vein running the length of his wide shaft. His bulbous balls hung low, curls of black hair surrounding his package. He grabs the back of my head once again, yanking my mouth towards his cock.

‘You look so fucking good on your knees, champ’ Jackson breaths. ‘You wanna suck my cock?’.

I nod eagerly, running my swollen lips across the head of his throbbing cock. He moans, eyes rolling. I’d never sucked a cock so fucking big before, but I opened my mouth wetly nonetheless, hungry for his cock, and he shoves it into my mouth. I seal my lips around his pulsating cock, as he repeatedly thrusts into me, his solid head jabbing against the back of my throat. I gag, choking on him. He relents his grip on my head but I refuse to take him out of my mouth. Grabbing his bare ass on either cheek, my throat opens up for him to face fuck me relentlessly. I stare up through my eyelashes, and watch as he spits in his hand before reaching behind his back, arm thrusting as he pounds into his hole, muscles rippling.

‘Fuck yeah. Aaaaaaah! Fuck yeah. Suck my cock! Fnrgh!’ Jackson moans, bucking his hips even faster.

He jams his cock further down my throat, causing me to gag, spit dribbling from my swollen lips and showering his crouch. I hold him there, eyes travelling upward, as he manoeuvres my head from side-to-side before pushing deeper with a loud moan, my nose pressed against his pubes. A rope of precum leaks down my throat, warm and salty. I wanted more. I wanted so much more ropes of fucking cum down in my throat. But he pulled out of me, groaning.

‘Stick your tongue out’ Jackson growls. ‘Now!’.

My mouth stretches wide as I stick out my tongue. He slaps his cock against it, smearing his precum over my tongue and lips before jabbing his cock into the inside of my cheek. We both knew that he was about to cum. But he didn’t want that yet. So, pulls out of me wetly again, leaving me gasping on my knees. Jackson drops to his knees in front of me, claiming my mouth again. We move against each other, hungry and passionate. He sucks on my bottom lip before taking it between his teeth, biting down slowly. His rugged hands slip down my back, fingernails dimpling my flesh. Only when he blindly finds the waistband of my shorts, our mouths still locked together, does he yank them down. My cock bounces, slapping against his solid six-pack pleasurably.

‘Turn around’ Jackson rumbles, forcibly grabbing my hips and twisting me around, until my bare ass when pressed against his cock. ‘Get on your hands and knees. I wanna taste your ass, champ’.

I eagerly fall onto all fours. Jackson shoves against the small of my back with a powerful hand, arching me so my ass was in an upright position. My forehead was pressed against the floor of the ring, when I felt Jackson plunge between my cheeks.

‘OHHH! AHHH’ I gasp, as his tongue licks out my hole. ‘Fuck, coach. Arh! That feels so fucking good’.

The sensation of his tongue against my asshole made me squirm. I felt the tell tale stir of pressure building at the base of my spine, as I grasped my cheeks and spread them wide for him. He devoured my ass, tongue lapping against my ring, as I clench and unclench beneath his adept mouth. I hear him spit sloppily before a bead of saliva hits my hole. Jackson lubes me up before slowly inserting his finger inside me. I writhe and wince beneath him, completely at his mercy. He stops, knuckle deep, before sliding back out, only to plunge back inside me a moment later. I moan, crying out in my state of intoxication. He spits again, jerking in and out of me repeatedly. By the time he presses another finger inside my dripping hole, I’d begun working my cock, twisting my wrist as I pound my shaft.

‘Arh! Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah’ I pant, my chest rising and falling erratically.

Jackson rams his face between my cheeks once more, removing his fingers from my throbbing hole. His tongue dives inside me, and almost shoot my load against my chin, but I clamp the pad of my thumb over my slit firmly, stifling the spunk. Jackson must have felt my body tense, near climax, because he stopped eating my ass instantly. He mounts me from behind, angling my hips before spanking his cock between my cheeks. He was teasing me, teasing himself, as I lay slumped on my front, gagging for his huge cock to finally penetrant me. I cry out as tries to slide inside me. At first he’s met with resistance, but a second attempt had his girth tearing me open agonisingly. He thrusts, hips bucking, slowly penetrating me deeper and deeper.

‘Arh yeah! You’re so fucking tight’ Jackson moans.

I moan as he picks up his speed, humping me wildly. His huge cock hits my prostate carnally, as his crouch repeatedly slaps against my ass, each trust harder than the last. My hard cock thumps against my abs. I was completely immersed in the pleasure-pain his fuck was causing me, as I squirm and moan beneath him. Each buck of his hips made me groan and pant, eyes watering as he stretched out my hole.

‘Fuck’ I gasp through a clenched jaw. ‘Arh! Oh, fuck coach’.

‘Get up’ Jackson growls, yanking at my shoulder with a meaty hand until I had little choice but to obey.

He flattens me against his body, my head lolling back and dropping onto his shoulder, as he gropes my muscular pecks, continuing to fuck me up the ass unrestrainedly, never breaking his rhythm. My legs were spread wide open as I crouch on my knees, my cock leaving trails of precum with each slap against my six-pack. Jackson forces a thick finger into my mouth, and I drop my jaw obediently, lapping against the finger that tasted of his ass with relish.

‘Yeah. That’s it, champ. Suck on my fucking finger’ Jackson barks into my ear.

His free hand wraps itself around my taut throat, while the other slipped out of my mouth wetly, only to massage my stiffened nipple. I moan loudly as he pinches it, my body constricting and cock twitching, only to cry out when he tweaks it skilfully, rolling and clenching it between his burly thumb and forefinger. His bucking hips continue to slap against my ass, his cock jabbing at every erogenous zone my hole possessed. 

‘Kiss me’ Jackson orders, and I instantly turn my head, ignoring the pull of my injured muscle as I did so.

He swallows my mouth in his, clamping my lips between his teeth painfully. I gasp as he bites down, a tinge of metal filling my mouth before he sucked it away thirstily. I move against him, throat bent at an odd angle and struggling to breath, but I didn’t give a fuck. All that mattered was the huge cock pounding my ass, which is why I groaned when he pulled all the way out of me, my hole slack and throbbing.

‘Get on your feet’ Jackson growls, grabbing me beneath the arms and hauling me to my feet, knees buckling. ‘I wanna take you against the ropes, champ’.

He throws me forward, my chest hitching, until my tender flesh hit the taut ropes, burning my nipples erotically. I step out of my shorts, kicking them aside. Jackson was on me once again, his cock rubbing between my cheeks as he lathers up my back with his spit, pushing his powerful fingers across the muscles.

‘You’re still so fucking tight’ he breaths, almost angrily, massaging my shoulders with his thumbs. ‘I’m gonna fuck you until you’re gaping and loose’.

‘Do it, coach. Fuck me. I want your cock and cum inside me’ I pant desperately, reaching behind me and grabbing his brawny hip to haul him closer against me, cock sliding inside my cheeks.

Jackson chuckles gravelly, deep and throaty.

‘Stretch your cheeks then’ Jackson growls, and I instantly do as I’m told, parting my ass.

Jackson spits onto my back, angling me so it would trail down the length of my spine before lubing up my hole again. I bite into the rope as he shoves his cock inside me, eye stinging as I open up for him excruciatingly. He pounds me carnally, fingers marking my hips as he snaps my ass against him. The solid head of his cock hits my prostate, and I cry out, legs slackening. My knees buckle, and for one wild moment I thought I’d collapse in ecstasy, but Jackson wrapped his stocky arms around my waist, yanking me onto the tips of my toes, as he holds me against him, never breaking the fierce buck of his hips.

‘Fuck. Arh fuck’ I moan, spitting the rope from my mouth.

Jackson grunts, sharp intakes of breath escaping him with each and every thrust. I reach down and grope my hard cock, stroking myself and rubbing my scrotum, the surface slick with a concoction of spit and precum. My neck snaps, being thrown around viciously as I’m buggered vigorously, his pubes causing friction and burning the flesh on my ass. I moan as he throws his whole weight behind a thrust. My hole clenches around his wide cock, and he groans audibly, grinding his hips in a circular motion.

‘Fuuuuuucccckkkk’ I scream, wanking off my cock. ‘I’m gonna cum, coach. Arh! Fuck yeah’.

Jackson lashes out and grasps my wrist, yanking my slick fingers from my cock before I spew my load all over my abs and chest. The pressure lessened somewhat, my muscles disengaging. I needed to cum so fucking badly. But Jackson wrenched himself out of my pulsating hole, leaving me burning and slackened.

‘Not yet’ Jackson growls. ‘You’re only allowed to cum when I say so. Got it?’.

‘Yes, coach’ I gasp.

‘And I’m not finished with you yet. I wanna fuck you on your back first. Lay. Down!’ Jackson barks.

He sets me on my feet, before shoving me to the ground harshly. I sink down like an obedient bitch, exposing myself as I liquefy onto my back. Jackson stands above me, hands on his hips, cock stiff and upright. I felt humiliated under his fiery glower, which turned me on ten fold. He grabs my ankles in a single fist, dropping to his knees as he forces my knees flat against my chest, folding me in half. My ass rises as I rock against my shoulder blades. He plunges his face between my cheeks again, tongue prodding inside my hole. I crane my neck, watching the motion of his head as he eats my ass, squelching noises slipping between his swollen lips and my hole.

‘Arh, coach! I need to cum’ I moan.

‘Don’t. Even. Think. About. It’ he warns powerfully, more animalistic than man now. ‘I haven’t given you permission. I’m not done with you’.

I grown, the pressure against my tailbone threatening to overwhelm me. My desperation to shoot my load became more intense as Jackson licks the length of my ass with his huge flexible tongue, before sliding across my scrotum, taut balls and cock. The bulging head of my cock disappears into his mouth as I watch helplessly, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks beads of my salty precum from my slit, his throat working powerfully.

‘FUCK YEAH! ARH! FNRGH!’ I pant heavily, droplets of sweat dripping from my hair and running down the bridge of my nose.

My fucking heart was pounding so fast. My fucking lungs ached. My fucking body hurt. My fucking hole throbbed. And as I watch, Jackson draws himself up, muscles rippling. He grabs his cock and shoves himself inside me. I wince, crying out loudly. Jackson looks satisfied as he revels in the pleasure and pain that he’s causing me. Revels in every moan, grunt and groan that escapes me. Revels at my folded body as he leers down at the sight of himself slipping in and out of my hole. He bucks his hips faster, finding my prostate again as I writhe, body constricting. He watches as I open up for him, clenching as he jerks all the way out only to pound me again and again and again. His body contracts and I knew he was getting close. I furiously work my cock again, pumping myself until my fist was a blur. He praises out and I meet him halfway, grinding against his cock. I couldn’t resist a moment longer, my toes were curled, my back arched.

‘Arh! I can’t hold it any longer, coach. I’ve gotta cum’ I pant, pumping my cock vigorously.

‘DO IT! CUM FOR ME! NOW!’ Jackson snarls, pounding me lecherously.

Ropes of cum shoot from my cock, spraying across my torso and chin. Every pump brought more and more spunk. I squirm, moaning audibly, bending until my head and heels fully support my body, waves of ecstasy rolling over me.

‘FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!’ I scream, engulfed by the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced, thrums of electricity shooting across my nerves erotically. ‘ARH, COACH. YOU’RE SO FUCKING GOOD!’.

I flop onto my back, overrun and weak, chest hitching as I try to catch my breath. My fingers slip across my spunk-slick body, as I lather myself up felicitously, still panting heavily. Jackson continues to pound my ass, fingers mingling with mine across my cum. His face contorts, jaw dropping open, chest shrinking until I saw every muscle and tendon in his body ripple alluringly. He wrenches out of me, my hole gaping, before he pumps his cock vigorously.

‘FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!’ Jackson moans.

A rope of cum shoots against my ass, warm and appetising. He ogles the sight of my dripping hole, squirting more powerful ropes against me. Jackson holds his cock in place, rubbing his cockhead into his cum, lathering himself up before he slid into me one final time and shot the last of his cum inside my hole, filling me up passionately. He throws himself down, both of us still engulfed by the throes of passion. I spread my legs wide open, his cock softening between my leaking ass cheeks, and he crawls on top of me, scooping up my cum with his tongue as he does so. With one powerful hand, he yanks my jaw open before spitting into my mouth, sharing the taste of my salty cum between us. I swallow eagerly, tasting myself with relish.

‘Turn over’ Jackson orders.

He forces me onto my front, and for one wild moment I thought he was going to fuck me again, despite me still trembling beneath him. But instead, he massages the width of his palm into across my back.

‘Knew that would loosen you up, champ’ he growls throatily, collapsing against me heavily, as my ass spills over with his spunk.

We pant, sprawled inside the boxing ring, as we comedown from our erotic high together. Boxing, I relished, would never be the same again. I was already fantasising about Jackson fucking me in the showers next week.

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