Date: Tue, 15 Dec 2015 15:32:37 +0000
From: Jameson Jameson <jamieti684@gmail.com>
Subject: Griff the Boxer 2

Wrote a chapter 2 for this, got some lovely feedback so thought i'd tell a
few more stories of the stuff Griff and i got up to. It's all real, just
edited for clarity.

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I had turned 18. 2 years had passed with me dutifully sucking off Griff
whenever we got the chance. Between my school and his work it was pretty
random when we'd see each other, but I'd say it averaged maybe 1 or 2
blowjobs a week - we hung out a good bit but we didn't always get the
chance with people around. Often he's save up for a few days and feed me a
massive load early on, then get me to blow him again as i left as a
"goodnight".

"Time to say good night to your second-favourite man" he'd say.

We had both changed physically. I had a good bit more muscle since i was
15. Stopped doing running and started doing weights more. Griff himself had
gotten *much* bulkier over the 2 years. He was still boxing, and due to the
moving up in weight classes, i suspected there was some limited steroid use
going on. It's harder to compete the heavier you are in boxing.

One day he texts me to come over and says he has great news. His dad was
going away for 3 nights and none of his brothers would be home - my own
older bro had disappeared (as he often did when he got a new girlfriend) so
he definitely wasn't going to bother us either.

Griff told me to say to my parents I was staying over with Darren. He was a
friend from a better neighbourhood that would cover for me. Darren actually
had already covered for me a lot, my parents hated Griff & blamed him for
being a bad influence on my big bro. They would never let me spend much
time with the rough, tattooed Griff. They had no clue how close we had
gotten.

Griff also said to bring over my brother's laptop. I was confused cos they
didn't have internet, but I said I'd bring it over anyway. I texted Darren
and made all the arrangements, and was over at his house by 7. He had a few
surprises for me. He said we were gonna get beer and pizza. "How do you
like that little man? Am I amazing or what?"

"Heh, yeah Griff, you're awesome! I never get to drink!"

"Stick with me little buddy, we're gonna have a great night. I have lots
planned, heh heh..."

It turned out that not only would we be alone, but he "borrowed" the
neighbours wifi codel! It was exciting - I had internet all the time, but
he only had it rarely, and he didn't have much scope to look up anything
NSFW cos they were always public pc's.

"So little bro - what will we do with it? Maybe we look up some stuff that
I can do to You! Haha.. What kind of stuff do *you* have on here eh?
Anything a naughty boy like you shouldn't be looking up?"

I kept my tracks very well hidden. "Nah. My folks would go apeshit if they
found out that...you know..." He grunted, nodded and turned back to the
laptop. Griff never really brought up the topic of being gay or bi. I
really don't think he was in any way insecure in his manhood, but he
definitely didn't want people to know he liked other men. Well, "boys" like
me in any case.

He soon got us to take our clothes off. He enjoyed being naked around me
but didn't get the chance as much as he liked. The most he ever wore was a
vest/wifebeater around me, but took every chance he could to be
shirtless. It's clear he enjoyed the subtle domination over someone smaller
than him. I was a grower and he was a shower, so when we were both soft,
his dick looked much bigger than mine.

When we had less clothing on, he'd do stuff like put his arm around me, and
put his leg over my leg. Dogs actually do this as an act of dominance. He
loved to do it, especially if he was a bit sweaty after a workout. He liked
to get his sweat on me - and I sure didn't mind when he did. I loved the
way he smelled.

He loved to strip us both down to nothing but underwear and scratch his
junk. He'd sometimes get me to scratch it for him when he was playing a
game. "C'mon man, scratch it for me, I don't have a hand free." When I did
do it for him he'd get this big grin on his face. "That's it little man,
get right in there, put your hand under the boxers. That's it lad. I'll
give you a treat for doing that - you can suck it later, ha ha!" He loved
knowing that he could get me to do anything - the complete power her had
over me.  ________________

I liked spending time with him. Looking back, i feel fortunate that i got
to see a softer, more intimate side of a very rough bloke. He was loud and
aggressive with everyone - typical alpha male behaviour. But when it was me
and him alone in his room, he would talk about things that he would talk
about with nobody else. He talked about his feelings - his thoughts and
fears. It was a huge lesson to not judge a book by it's cover. Especially
if you run into a rough, working class lad.

He was still Griff tho - this wasn't exactly cerebral stuff. He talk about
things like his upcoming fights, and the worries he had about them. "This
guy from out West, he has a longer reach than me. He's southpaw too, we
don't have enough of them here for me to box."

It was stuff like that, but also ego-stroking things like his "small calf
muscles", he'd open up about stuff like that sometimes and and I'd spend
time telling him "No, they're not small at all Griff! They're actually big
- they only look small because your upper body is fucking huge! Also the
angle you look at them makes them look small in your eyes - you've got big
calves Griff! You know that - they're huge, all your muscles are!"

After that he'd be all cocky, flexing and stuff. He'd "hump" me by holding
me down and grinding. "Heh heh, you love it."  ________________

He brought me into his older bro's room with the laptop. It was bigger than
his and had a desk.

"Now baby boy, i want you to go get us a beer, then get under that desk and
give me a nice, long blow job. I'll be up here browsing through some stuff
on the laptop."

He smirked at me, almost daring me to disagree. It was a little humiliating
- he basically wanted to use me as a sex toy. I sighed and said "Ok Griff,
i'll go get some beer..."

He grinned even wider and chuckled to himself. There was so much said in
that chuckle. 'I know you're loving this. I know you can't wait to suck on
this dick.' He was right too. Despite being friends for a lot of the time,
I loved when he was dominant. He was never overly aggressive with me
really, he didn't have to be. He just controlled and commanded, it was
effortless to him. It was a lesson on what it means to be a true Alpha
male. Any man who must say, "I am the king" is no true king.

Griff was a king in his own way. Apart from the guys who actually feared
him, everyone respected him. He carried himself like a leader. Since day 1
when I was some kid brother watching him play console games, I looked up to
the guy.

I went downstairs and got 2 beers from the fridge. Walking around his house
almost naked was a weird thrill. Nobody was going to come home - Griff
would never be doing all this if there was even the slightest
possibility. Still, I imagined what it would be like if they did. What
would I say? Would Griff's Dad kick the shit out of me? I was a little
scared.

I went back up with the beers. Griff was sitting on the bed, legs spread
wide, watching a VHS of some old fight his next competitor was in. "C'mere,
sit down in front of me, I'll show you a trick." I sat down in front of
him, facing the tv with Griff behind me. He pulled me closer to him. It was
like a manly, working-class version of that scene from Ghost.

His brother's room didn't have a bottle opener, but there were some
lighters. He took a lighter in his right hand and a bottle of beer in his
left, and opened the bottle with the lighter. It looked just like this:
http://i.imgur.com/ndGcsTQ.jpg

"You do the same, get the cap just under your thumb knuckle like
this. That's right, now force the cap off with the lighter..."

A tighter grip and forcing the lighter up against the cap worked! It popped
right off. I grinned and looked up at Griff. "Yes! I did it!"

"Fuckin' brilliant! That's my good lad."

He looked into my eyes and, just for a second, i saw a lot of emotion
there. He truly cared for me. Sometimes i got sad, thought he was just
using me to blow him and stroke his huge ego, but in that moment i could
see that he genuinely enjoyed spending time with me.

I'll always remember it fondly.  ________________

We had some beer then he gave me the look that said "It's time." He stood
me up, pulled my arms behind my back, and used some kind of wrap
(wrist/knee wraps?) with velcro to tie them together.

He smirked, then gently but firmly pressed me down so I'd get on my knees.

"Get under the table. I want to try something different this time - don't
swallow after I blow, keep it in your mouth."

I awkwardly crawled under the table and turned around. He had sat down on
the chair and rolled over, trapping me there. It was a small enough chair,
one of those mini office chairs without arms, so his cock was easily
accessible. He had already started to chub, so I did the normal steps of
gently licking the cock, then taking it in, a little more each time.

Soon I had built up a nice rhythm.We got to the point, normally 50 strokes,
where he'd want to speed up, but he'd always give a comment or just grab my
head to do it.

This time was different. He didn't grab my hair to make me speed up like he
normally did. "That's it my good boy, nice and slow. Fuck I need this after
the week I've had." He was clicking away on the mouse, looking stuff up on
the internet.

I just kept going. The smell of his crotch was nice - it was different to
the rest of him. It was comforting to me, like finding an old friend.

"You're doing so well baby. Just suck it nice and deep." Heard a few more
click of the mouse. I wondered what he was looking up.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you're so good at this. My own little man,
sucking away." At this I felt a surge of pride. I was so glad I was making
him happy.

"Ease up there lad, not too fast." I went a bit slower, and tried to
compensate by going a bit deeper. "That's the way, lad. My fat cock filling
your throat up. Ahhh..."

It went on and on, me bound and sucking him under the desk, while he
browsed the internet. My jaw was aching - this was by far the longest
blowjob I had ever given Griff. He was sitting back, arms folded, me doing
all the work.

I thought that I should have felt embarrassed, basically being a slave, a
sex toy - but in the moment it felt right. I was serving the Alpha Male
getting his reward. He deserved this. I wanted to belong to him, I wanted
to be the one to serve him. My own cock was throbbing.

Eventually he moved his arms to my head, but stopped and put them back. He
was close, and I controlled the tempo. He was doing the breathy gasps he
did when he was close. I made a choice - I'd keep the tempo slow like he
wanted up to now.

He groaned loudly and came what felt like buckets into my mouth. It was
hard to keep it all inside. After a few moments, he pushed the chair
back. "Ahh, that hit the spot lad." As I scooched out from under the desk,
he stood up and milked a few last drops of cum onto my head and chest.

I looked up. "Heh heh, you look like a fish with that mouth full of cum!"
He grabbed something from the shelf. It was one of his old
jockstraps. Boxers don't use normal cups, they use no-foul cups, but Griff
still wore a jock when he did cardio like jump-rope.

"Spit it out here, onto the cock-pouch." I obeyed, and spat the copious
amount of his cum onto the 'cock-pouch'. "Fuck Griff, you make so much
jizz!" He grinned. "That I did, little lad. Now, put them on."

I stood up, he put his hands on my hips and moved me around. He then took
the velcro wrap off my hands.  I turned back to him and took the jockstrap,
and put it on.

The warm cocksnot oozed into my shrinking junk. I squeezed it a bit,
feeling the warm jizz. Griff had that big smile on his face. "Ah, that was
lovely". He put his hand around my neck in a dominant yet protective
way. "Do you like that? Do you like the feel of my cum on your dick?"
Looking down at the floor, a little shy and embarrassed, i told him I
did. "Yeah Griff. I did like it. I'm hope you like it too."

I looked up, there was a big grin on his face. "Heh heh, I've trained you
well, haven't I lad?"

I grinned, a little self-conscious. I got a little red-faced when he said
stuff like this. "Yeah Griff, I guess you have".

"Now you're to wear those all weekend. I want your bit of junk to be
covered with my men."  ________________

We had another beer, and he said he had something to show me. He had a bag
with 4 empty beer bottles. One was a normal heineken with a normal neck,
the second was a coors light, but the kind with the bulge in the neck. The
third was a bottle of kopperberg - it had a short stubby neck. The fourth
was the thickest of all - it was some weird Belgian beer with a big bulging
neck. It looked so much like a dildo - the coors one too. I actually had a
friend say "look how penile it is" when they drank from a similar bottle of
beer.

I took a picture of some beer bottles to illustrate what i mean:
https://i.imgur.com/hreDKJa.jpg?2

"So Jimbo, I saved these up, I want you to play around with these. I think
it's time I fucked you! You're gonna fucking love it. You have to stretch
out a bit to take me though, I don't want your first time to be shit. You
can use these!"

He beamed down a smile at me, like he had discoverer quantum mechanics. I
know it sounds crazy to us now - but back then, to 2 dumb guys who didn't
have the first clue about safe sex between men, this actually seemed like a
genius idea. I remember looking up sex toys online, they were massively
expensive to an 18 year old. Even if i could afford them, i lived with my
folks - couldn't risk them finding anything or I'd be out on the street.

From the little anal play I had already done (and reading things online), I
knew we needed lube, but Griff had thought spit would be enough. I told him
it definitely wouldn't be, and I also told him that the sensations that
*he* would feel would be much better. That seemed to do the trick. He asked
if I had any at home - I didn't but I could get some in the supermarket. It
had the self-checkout so embarrassment wasn't a problem.

I was so excited. Soon Griff was going to fuck me.

"Wait here then" he said. He went to his wardrobe, then came back out with
a plastic shopping bag. It had some clothes in it. He handed it to
me. "Remember that t-shirt you left here a while back? I've been using it
as a sweat towel at the club, heh heh! You're to wear it this weekend if
you need to go out." The way he gave commands often rubbed people up the
wrong way, but I loved how matter-of-fact he was. He took complete charge.

There were also some Everlast boxing shorts in the bag. "Left at the
club. They're too small for me, but i've been wiping my chest and armpits
on them when I'm in the shed. They're yours now."

I smiled at him and, in a moment of courage, held them up to my nose and
inhaled deeply with my eyes closed. "Ah, they smell amazing, thanks a
million Griff!" He chucked, and gave me a mock punch on the side of my
head.

I put them on, and along with jeans and a zip-up hoodie, went to the
supermarket. I got some KY Jelly - the self-checkout did the whole "You
need assistance" thing, which left me pretty red-faced. I was still wearing
the boxer shorts and sweaty t-shirt under the jeans and hoodie. It was a
quiet night luckily, because i must have reeked of the boxing club.

When I got back, Griff had got 2 large pizzas and chips for both of
us. They were huge and laden with toppings, it must have cost him a lot. We
sat on his brother's bed watching TV.

I ate about half of the big pizza, he ate all of his and the rest of
mine. That, along with drinking most of a 2L bottle of diet pepsi, meant he
was pretty bloated. He was belching a lot. He would say "C'mere a second
Jimbo, put your head over here", and when he did, he'd do a loud belch
right in my face. When I stopped doing it, he just smiled and grabbed me. I
tried to struggle but it was useless. It was like he was manhandling a
doll. He got me into a position where he basically sat on me in the bed,
and just kept belching.

After we were done eating (and he was done belching), we just sat and
watched TV for a little while. I was kinda cuddled up to him, it was really
nice. At one point, I could hear his heartbeat.

Eventually he got up and said "Ok lad, we both have stuff to do tonight. I
have to go out for a bit, and you have to watch this boxing video. I want
to get you into boxing more. There's a few good matches on this tape, I
think you'll like them."

I was a bit disappointed he was leaving. "When will you be back, do you
know..?" He looked at me and said "Not too long, don't want to spend the
whole night out. Not when I have you here." At that point I was happy
again.

He turned the TV to its side and put the tape in (CRT and VHS, we were
pretty poor). He pushed the duvet we had against the wall to the floor and
then went to his room. He came back with some rope. "Aw Griff, please don't
tie me up. C'mon, I'll be bored as fuck."

"Ah, but boys like you need to be tied up, it's good for you! Now lie down
on the bed like a good little boy..." I sighed and lied down. He started to
tie me to the legs of the bed. It wasn't too tight - he had gotten thick
rope from somewhere that was comfier than the rope he used on me when he
first used rope on me.

Once I was tied up, he came over to the head of the bed and turned
around. I was just left looking at his frim, tight ass. He crouched down so
it was even closer to me, then all of a sudden, let rip this huge, nasty
fart right in my face.

"Fuck sake Griff, that's fucking disgusting!" He was laughing like it was
the funniest thing in the world.

He went to his room and put on some clothes, then thumped down the stairs
and headed outside. "I'll see you later Jimbo, watch the tape!"

As he was about to close the door, he ran back upstairs. He always took
them 2 steps at a time and really pounded them. He burst into the room and
came over to me. He smiled down at me, a kind of evil smirk, then turned
around, pulled down his pants a bit, and farted at me again. He could do it
so loudly, it was like a soundtrack used for tv. Through howls of laughter
he said "Heh heh, something to remember me by. I'm glad knowing you're
here, waiting for me. I'll see you in a while lad, pay attention to the
boxing!"

With that he went downstairs, locked the door and left. All I could do was
watch the boxing matches - at least the TV was angled the right way. I was
still wearing the jockstrap, still soaked in his cum. I couldn't even get
hard much - Really wanted a wank after the evening that had just happened.

He had definitely planned all this.

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