James Grady

“In this corner, weighing in at 205 pounds is Bobby Luperio…” James, Donny and Nora were at Madison Square Garden. The bakery was closed on Sundays, so everyone could have a fun time on a Saturday night. Usually, they went to a Broadway show but tonight they were ringside at a boxing match for the first time because Donny’s older 19-year-old brother was a fighter.

“…and in this corner, weighing in at 202 pounds is Pete Halloran…” James had never met Pete, and so his appearance was breathtaking. He stood six feet two inches and his torso was a mass of finely sculpted muscle in his red satin shorts. His arms were solid with pronounced biceps, his large hands were contained in huge boxing gloves. He had Donny’s facial features, green eyes and curly black hair. The tanned 20-year-old Bobby Luperio wore blue satin shorts and was as equally physically impressive.

Being so close to the action, James was mesmerized and in his own world watching the two spectacular sweaty men spar around, punching each other with blood flying. His eyes were drawn to the bulges in their blue and red satin shorts caused by plastic cups encasing and shielding these fighters’ manhood. He imagined that their cocks were huge and got rock solid, he imagined sucking their cocks and he imagined them fucking him. James’ cock became so hard it verged on bursting through the fly of one of Mr. Ross’ suits. The clang of the bell, the roars of the crowd and the sound of body blows landing during 12 rounds, accompanied James’ inner lustful reveries.

The two young behemoths were so skilled that though there were a few close calls, no one was knocked out. The three judges were so taken by their talents that they awarded a Unanimous Draw.

“Aww kid, this is as good as a win! You’re on a roll, I can feel it. You’ll win in Chicago” said Pete’s middle-aged trainer Mr. Harmon when they were all in Pete’s dressing room.  

 “Great match!” said Nora. “Thanks, ma’am” said Pete who was slumped in a chair. James felt faint at seeing him even closer. His legs and thighs were so thick and muscled, the folds of his red satin shorts were tantalizing. Pete’s lips were full and now that he had a black eye, his face was even tougher. Pete stood up in all his glory and went to take a shower. He returned dressed in a dark suit that emphasized his bulky body, a white shirt and a tie.

“Good work kid!” said a famous sportswriter to Pete, when he James, Donny and Nora were seated at a table at Toots Shor on 51st Street, a prime Manhattan restaurant a few blocks from Madison Square Garden. Two bottles of red wine were consumed with their steaks, baked potatoes, asparagus and cheesecake. During the meal, several other famous and not famous fight fans paid homage to Pete. When it was over, Nora said goodnight and took a cab back to Brooklyn.

The three young men took a cab to the Hotel Pennsylvania, where Pete was staying. The lobby was filled with people and a big band was playing in the ballroom. In the crowded elevator Pete and James were off to the side. James was stunned when Pete groped his ass through his suit. James returned the gesture by fondling Pete’s stiff cock and balls through his suit. They got out on the 21st floor and went to Pete’s room.

“So, we’re good here?” Pete said to Donny as they sat on a couch with James in between.

“Sure, what’s mine is yours. Right Jimmy?”

“Right” said James.

“Nice” said Pete as he stroked James’ face with his big hands. “I saw you out there tonight looking at me. I got so hard, wanting to fuck the shit out of you. You distracting me might have cost me winning.”

“I’ll make it up to you if you get out of those clothes” said James.

Pete rapidly undressed, as did James. Pete now dominated the hotel room like a god with his height and powerful nude body. He was a god with eight uncut hard inches of cock and two swaying heavy balls. James sank to his knees with the intent of giving the greatest suck of his life to this warrior. He used his mouth with inspiration. His arms and hands lifted to feel as much of Pete’s warm musculature as was possible while on his knees. 

“Fuck, Donny! You get this mouth every day, you’re a lucky son of a bitch!” cracked Pete as he got his proud penis worshiped and deepthroated by the possessed James. “Hmmm, maybe he can go on the road with me” laughed Pete. “Don’t get greedy” laughed Donny. James continued sucking Pete’s cock until Pete lifted James from the floor and embraced him. Pete ran his hands all over James, their cocks were touching with James’ good-sized organ being dwarfed by Pete’s monster. Pete spun James around and from behind nibbled on James’ ear and whispered as his cock graced James' ass, “Ready to get the shit fucked out of you?” “Yesss.”

Pete nudged James to the bed on his back. While Pete held a tub of Vaseline and greased up his cock, James lifted and spread his legs.

“Beautiful” said Pete as he applied Vaseline to James’s quivering asshole. Pete now held James’ legs and raised them even higher. James was ecstatic as he felt Pete stuffing his eight inches deep inside him in one swoop. As a lover, Pete was as merciless as he was in the ring. He thrust in and out of James with fury which brought James to tears of joy.

There was a knock at the door which Donny answered. “Hey, got caught up with fans” said Bobby Luperio, the other boxer from tonight.

James was soon shooting off with such velocity, his jism nearly hit the ceiling. Pete pulled out and his thunderous climax left James’ torso and face drenched in his spunk.

Bobby was now nude and was a sight. James was awestruck by his muscled manly body and by his cock which was as tan as the rest of him. It was even bigger than Pete’s and it was even bigger than Mr. Ross’. His balls were gigantic as well.

“Want to go a round with me, kid?” he said smiling in a deep voice. James nodded. Bobby strode to the bed, got in and lay on his back. James stretched his mouth wide and miraculously took in Bobby. James through his acquired skills and experience of sucking big construction worker cock regularly, not only managed to engulf Bobby’s magnum tool, but was able to give maximum pleasure to it with his lips and tongue. So much so, that the organ leaked so much naturally. Morphing his mouth around Bobby’s weighty ball sack was another challenge which James acquitted himself of. Bobby’s titanic rod had been so pleasured by James’ mouth that it had swelled to even more incredible proportions when he took it out.

While on his back with his legs spread, James was swooning as he watched Bobby’s large hand dip into the tub of Vaseline and then slather his piece. Could such a THING fit inside him? James had his answer as Bobby forcefully began entrance, slowly and surely. James felt his inner regions split aside for the mighty boxer’s cock which snapped into place.

There were never before heard gurgling sounds coming from James as he was savagely fucked by the boxer. Each stroke and thrust caused James to whelp. That was put to an end to by the now nude Donny shoving his hard cock into his lover’s mouth for service. James was now delirious as he continued taking Bobby’s prize in and out of his ass while now sucking on Donny’s cock. It was too much for him and he shot again. Soon, he felt as though a spigot was inside him as he experienced Bobby’s climax when a stream of warm spunk flooded his chute. While still sucking Donny’s cock, James watched in amazement as Bobby pulled out his stupendous, now semi-hard and flopping manhood which was now coated in Vaseline and their juices.

Donny pulled out of James’ mouth and rammed his cock into James’ ass. James was now getting fucked for the third time by a prime cock that evening and was loving it. As Donny was shooting off, he bent his head down and kissed James. “You’re like a pig in shit” he laughed.

To come down for this lusty delirium the four nude and damp young men lay about sipping whiskey and smoking Cuban cigars.

“I got to get home to my wife” said the now showered and dressed Bobby Luperio. “Here kid, a souvenir.” James now proudly owned Bobby’s blue satin boxing shorts with its sewn in name tag of a future World Heavyweight Champion. 

Pete and Donny slept beside James who was in the middle of the bed. As the brothers snored, James’ hands explored Pete’s powerful body.

The next morning, following a hearty room service breakfast of steak and eggs, the two brothers aggressively worked over the happy James again with their cocks.

After showering and dressing, they walked two blocks to Penn Station, where Mr. Harmon was waiting to accompany Pete to Chicago for his next fight.