Date: Sun, 01 Feb 1998 20:17:22 -0500
From: Anfernee Williamson <wildstyle@iname.com>
Subject: Round Six

This file depicts sexual acts between guys. If that shit
turns you off, or you find it offensive, then how did you
turn up here?!

The characters in this story might not be using jimmies, but
they aint real. You are. Practice safe sex.

Questions, comments, ideas more than welcome at
"wildstyle@iname.com". Keep it real.

Anfernee Williamson of da Undaground Click.
(c) 1 February, 1998

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ROUND SIX
another Wildstyle tip


I have to admit, I was a little begrudging when my gym
contacted me and asked if I could stand in for one of our
trainers. A young and upcoming boxer, that I hadn't yet met,
had just transferred to train at our gym, and his trainer
was out of the city on business. No one else wanted to help
out at the late hour Tuesday night that the boxer was
needing for the practice. Begrudging, I agreed to help out.

I met up with the guy after I had finished dinner, arriving
at the small gym at about 9pm. Suppositively he worked an
early morning shift at some big packing factory or something
and this was the only time he had to train. I met him just
outside the place, spotting him at the doorway. He was a big
fellow, easily a heavyweight from what I could make out from
the darkened silhouette. He was well covered in dark sweats,
the old, well worn type boxers always had.

We shook hands and introduced ourselves. He dropped his
name; Tyrell. He was a nice enough kid. I asked him his age
as I unlocked the front door of the gym and moved inside. He
told me he was 17, and I raised an eyebrow. He looked at
LEAST 20, and was certainly built more heavily than any 17
year old Id seen.

We got ready for a practice bout which Id been instructed to
help out with. I had seen enough years in boxing to be able
to spar with him which is what he needed. Id been in boxing
for about 5 years, starting seriously when I was around 18
years old. I was no where the heavyweight Tyrell was, more
the lighter weight, using my height and speed to my
advantage.

Tyrell was ready to lace on his gloves in a quick few
minutes, stripping off his sweats down to a huge white
singlet and a pair of black shorts with snaps down either
legs. I spotted him as the well off sort, recognising them
as the latest in a high priced sports fashion.

Physically, he was BIG. Just over six foot tall, but his
black body was very heavily developed for someone who was
only 17. And from the way his muscles bulged I could tell
that it wasn't just all size. There was a lot of heavy
weight and strength tensed under that smooth, dark skin.

I helped him on with his black gloves, lacing them up
tightly. Our sparring started fairly much immediately after,
as I slipped on some practice gloves. I was glad that he was
a no nonsense type, dedicated and quick to get down to
business. Since we entered the empty gym, he had barely
paused to get himself into the ring.

The first few rounds we just sparred lightly. Tyrell's
footwork wasn't all bad for someone his size, bulk wise
especially. He managed to keep up with my own quick footwork
pretty well. The young black was only hitting lightly in the
first few rounds, but I was glad this was the only way and
time Id see him in the ring with me. I felt even those light
blows sapping at my strength.

After the first few, Tyrell had worked up a good sweat,
more so than I had. We paused over in the corner of the
ring, keeping to regulation times like it was a real match.
His singlet was clinging to his big body, the light sheening
off those dark muscles. He pawed at the light white cloth a
second, trying to snag it so he could get it off.

"Yo. Can you help me with this?"

I obliged, helping him get the singlet off. Man. Id spent my
life developing my own style with my lightweight body, and
quick foot, but I would have killed for a body like
Tyrell's. With his singlet off, I had a clear view of his
torso. Big. Thick. Big slabs of hard muscle. From that huge
chest and shoulders. Those thick arms. And those powerful
abs that looked like they could absorb almost any blow.

We stepped up on the next few rounds, and I started really
working him out. I kept to my strengths, my speed and
footwork. It was obvious that Tyrell wasn't used to that
sort of speed, and I wasn't surprised. He was a heavyweight.
I danced around him, keeping it so that he at least still
had a chance. The rounds started taking their toll on him.
By the end of the fifth, he was panting heavily, and
sweating real bad.

Tyrell dropped down onto his corner stool, as I grabbed up
a towel to wipe off his face. He looked up at me with those
dark eyes.

"Damn. You running me way too hard. I aint gonna be meeting
no one like you in a ring man."

I shrugged, grabbing up his water bottle. I squirted a
little into his mouth, sucking a little down myself before
squirting some on his big chest and shoulders. "I figured
you could use the workout."

Tyrell grinned. "Hey, get my shorts?" He pawed down near
his waist. I obliged him, tugging a little at his shorts and
squirting a little water down their front. I heard the deep
sigh, putting the bottle down and preparing fro the next
round. Tyrell didn't get up.

"Hey. A little more?"

"Times running out on the rest. We gotta get back into the
ring." Tyrell gave me a strange look.

"Don't be such a hardass man. Cmon. Gimme some more water
there."

I took the bottle up again and squirted a little more down
the front of his shorts. I could see them clinging around
his groin where the water was starting to get them very wet.
I tried not to look at him there, although it was next to
impossible to notice how big he was between the legs.

"Damn. That feels good." I gave him a look when I realised
he wasn't getting up. "You know what would feel better
though?" His voice was low. I was a little worried now,
cause I had no idea what he was talking about. He nodded
downwards with his head, putting his big arms up on the
corner ropes.

"Cmon bro. Hows about we workout a different way this
round?"

It might sound hard to believe, but I didn't know what he
was talking about. Even though his hints were pretty blunt.
I had never had anyone proposition me like this before, and
Id certainly never really been interested in guys before.
His next line got my attention instantly, and I didn't need
much to work out what he had ment.

"Suck a bros dick for him. Cmon bro. I could use it man."

I didn't know what to say. I stammered a bit, blushing
really badly. Well, as good as a black guy could. I told him
quickly, more in defence than anything, that I didn't really
know if I was interested. He returned with that big grin of
his.

"Hey its cool if you aint done it before. I can tell you
aint." I felt so weird, even more so now. How the heck did
he know?! Was it something I was saying or doing? "Cmon. Ill
show you through it man."

I don't know what it was, but something tugged at me.
Impossibly. I found myself in two minds. I didn't want to do
it. Tyrell was a GUY. I wasn't like that! But at the same
time, my completely virgin self was finding the idea of
looking another guy over sexually interesting. I was
suddenly curious, wondering in my mind a million things.

In my indecision I just stood there, my eyes low, hearing my
heart pounding in my ears, and Tyrell's heavy breathing.
Something about that must have said something to the huge
black kid, who acted as if I had just told him I would. He
spoke to me in that deep, low tone.

"Its cool man. Just get my shorts open a bit, aiight?"

I found myself going down on my knees slowly then. Tyrell
opened up his huge legs, and suddenly I felt like he was my
whole world. He was so huge and hot and on my knees in front
of him, I could see or sense nothing else.

Somehow I choked back my inhibitions as my curiosity lifted
my hand to the snaps at the top of his shorts, right at his
hip. I popped them open, the expensive shorts loosening
suddenly. I couldn't help noticing the huge bulge that had
risen in his lap, and then couldn't tear my eyes off it. I
was nothing short of intimidated as I tugged at more of the
snaps, loosening the shorts right up.

"Yeah. We'll take it slow bro. That's good. Now, just tug em
open."

Coaxed on by his gentle tone, I did so, pulling at the
loosened shorts. I saw the sudden shock of black pubic hair
there, then his huge male organ, just as jet black and way
darker than his skin. It nestled there like some massive
black snake, still indescribably large in an only partly
arrosed state. I suddenly, strangely, felt my own penis
reach full mast.

"Just pretend its your own cock, man. Just do whatever you
wanna do to it. We can take it slow."

I nodded, and with my hands shaking badly, I eased them
under his huge cock. Fuck!! His size and weight was
incredible! I had no idea how he had contained it wearing no
boxers or briefs! It would have hung pretty close to the end
of the leg of his short, and its thickness was unavoidable.
I suddenly wondered how I hadn't noticed.

With his huge male part now held in my sweaty hands, Tyrell
was starting to rise slightly. I felt the shifting. The
firming of this massive piece of dick. I tugged slightly at
the very loose, soft skin, the whole thing feeling almost
like sweaty rubber. His huge head suddenly came into view as
ample overhang eased back from my exploration. I heard
Tyrell sigh heavily, obviously enjoying the attention of my
hands.

"Put a little more water on it bro." he said. The huge
blacks voice was a little ragged.

I quickly obliged him, squirting the rest of the bottle
gently onto that huge cock. It had definitely stopped
swelling but was far from erect. Instead it had firmed
outward into a lazy arch that dropped heavily between his
big thighs. With one hand cradling that huge shaft in its
middle, I let the water fall along its length, emptying the
last into his thick pubs, letting it run around equally huge
balls.

"Fuck. Get my shorts off, yo!"

I dropped the bottle aside, and all but yanked the sports
shorts off his body. The snaps gave easily, and as he eased
himself up, the unfastened shorts came away completely,
leaving this huge black kid naked in front of me. Dispite
the completely alien nature of having a guy naked in front
of me, I quickly put my hands back on that thick rope of
cock.

"Yeah....oh fuck yeah....yeah like dat, nigga." Tyrell
started groaning hard as I tugged rhythmically on his still
limp cock. It hardened more, but was still far from erect. I
doubted seriously that he COULD get erect! I gently
masturbated the soft, yet still firm length, enjoying the
sensations and the fact I was giving him obvious pleasure.

The same curiosity that had made me want to mess around with
Tyrell tugged at me again then. I slowly found myself
lowering my head, putting my face against that huge hose of
black flesh. It burned against my cheek as I rubbed and
jerked his loose skin, lubed slightly by the moisture of his
sweat, his precum and the water Id put on him. Slowly I
turned my head, moving my mouth onto that hot flesh.

The effect on Tyrell was instant. He groaned, as a shiver
ran through his huge body. Something deep inside me gave as
I moved my mouth over his head, taking it in, sucking deep.
In the ultimate act of submittance, and my sudden want to
pleasure him as much as I could, I began to suck on his
thick black cock. I held his big length, moving my mouth as
far onto him as I could manage.

I heard Tyrell moaning so hard, moving gently above and
around me as I gave him the best blowjob I knew how to. I
began bobbing my head quickly on his fleshy member, pausing
at times to suck at his overhanging skin. At one point I
pushed my tongue inside his foreskin to lick hard around his
bare head. I felt Tyrell reacting in every inch of that
huge black penis.

"Yeah....ah shit! You doin' it well bro....fuck, don't
stop....FUCK yeah!" His words spurred me on, encouraged me
as I began sucking hard on his member. I could hear the
quick, loud slurps. Feel his huge column of soft flesh move
into my throat. Somehow, impossibly, I was enjoying
performing this act immensely.

I was sweating heavily, both my hands tugging at his skin,
and working his huge organ. At one point, I had no idea how
long I had been sucking Tyrell, I opened my eyes. I looked
back along a huge, rigid shaft that ended almost a foot away
in the black youths mass of pubic hair. I suddenly realised
it was my sucking that had bought that huge piece of flesh
up. It was as hard as rock under my hands because I had made
it like that.

I went on harder and faster than ever then, barely hearing
the loud slurping and Tyrell's almost pained moans. I felt
a sudden shift under my hands, as I pulled and jerked his
loose skin. I heard Tyrell's moans reaching a peak, his
voice groaning over and over that he was coming. I suddenly
realised what was happening when my mouth exploded in a
thick, salty wetness.

I kept sucking, swallowing his semen as I continued flooding
my mouth in thick, powerful gushes. I had been set in a
pattern as if I had been sculling a drink when his shots of
juice slowed and eventually stopped. I eased back off him,
suddenly realising how much I was panting and sweating.
Tyrell was doing so twice as bad as me, cussing in
disbelief.

"Help me get my gloves off," he panted. Still a little
disbelieving at what I had just done, I did my best, more
lost than anything. I felt his big hands tugging at my
clothes as his gloves fell away, my body suddenly naked as
the big youth turned me against the turnbuckle.

I felt Tyrell spreading my legs, moving his huge body
against me. He felt hot. Wet. His manner and haste felt
almost desperate as I felt that huge black cock slap against
my back. Somehow, it was still as hard as when I had stopped
sucking on it. It felt hotter than his body, a burning, foot
long brand against my shaking body. I suddenly realised as
he pulled me back a little, and ordered me to hold onto the
ropes and spread my legs, what he ment to do to me. I
started shaking uncontrollably.

His big head broke my ring in a savage shove, pushed with
all the strength this huge black kid had. I yelped, shocked
and scared like some trapped animal as two more consequent
shoves buried almost half his huge length up my ass. I
struggled desperately, trying to pull free off that huge
violation as it broke up inside me, intruding into depths I
had never felt.

I whimpered silently as the ordeal ended. My breath came in
ragged pants, and I could feel the sharp, rough feel of
Tyrell's pubic hair scratching my asscheeks. The huge youth
held me in his arms, trapping me, an act that was
unnecessary with the massive cock that held my body
prisoner. It throbbed inside me, my tight ring of muscle
burning with a hot pain.

Without a word, Tyrell began fucking me. His first
backstroke sent my own rigid cock into a sudden orgasm, my
seed spraying a long stream of cum far out of the ring.
Tyrell pulled my athletic body against his in a tight hug
as he began building his stroke into a quick, long fuck. I
hung under him, tight within his sweaty, huge black arms,
taking his every inch.

Slowly I became accustomed to his presence, his huge, foot
long violations raping my ass, turning it into his pussy.
His stroke remained strong, almost violent as he screwed me
ignoring my half pained, pleasure fulled cries for him to
stop. Slowly they changed into grateful whimpers of pleasure
as I began experiencing his penis in a whole new light.

Almost as quickly as my ass began truly accepting his
massive black rod, Tyrell rammed himself to his balls in
me. I felt the surge, the sudden burning wetness so deep
inside me I was lost for where it was. A warmth spread
throughout me from that spot as Tyrell dropped his huge
load in me, his whole cock pounding waves of pleasure
through me with every throb.

I finally slid back off his penis as Tyrell eased me gently
onto the stool. I was sweating a rainstorm, my whole body
shaking uncontrollably. I raised my eyes to see Tyrell
jacking off his massive length, his whole huge black body
dripping with sweat. His face split in a wide grin, as me
moved in a little closer to me.

"Regulation time," he said. His voice was low, husky. "Then
we go into round seven." I managed a weak grin as I looked
up at him. I knew this was going to the last round, even if
I couldn't make it that far.

I had no regrets.

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