Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 01:04:08 -0400
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: fighting for lust part 3

It was Thursday again and I had not shot my load since Monday when Terry had
turned on the switch of my sex life. I did not bother wearing under shorts
to the gym considering that I expected to be picked up on the way there. But
I made it all the way to the gym and there was no long black car. There was
no tall slender man/woman in a shinny red dress and big hat. I plodded up
the stairs and put my duffle bag in my locker. As I opened the door of my
locker a note fell out. It read, "I will be by at 3:45 be outside. Yours
truly Kyle" It was now 3:30 and I had no time to waist. I fumbled with the
lock and finally got everything set. I went to the sidewalk where I found a
little boy with a blue belt standing in great excitement.

The black car stopped. It was a stretch limo this time and the door opened.
I went to climb in but the little boy beat me. I thought it was odd, but got
in anyways. Inside I found two other boys. One was a blond boy in street
cloths that could have been the little boys twin. Another was my size and
wore a karate Gee with a red belt. In karate he would out rank me. He had
this menacing smile and kept looking at my crotch. After a bock or two he
said, "I was there last week. I saw you. You really humiliated that Korean
boy. I have never seen that kind of sex in my life." With the word "sex" the
two blond haired boys sat up in attention.

They were both probably 10 or 11 and skinny. I could tell they knew each
other but they never spoke. The boy beside me said, "I'm Joe. Can I see your
stuff up close?"

I looked at him with disgust and said, "What?"

Instead of answering me, he turned looked at the blond boys and told them I
had won last week by biting a boys nuts and how I drilled his hole
afterwards and
how I had shot on the crowd and some of it had landed in his popcorn. He
held his hands at arms lengths and said, "I was this close to his sperm hole
and I actually tasted some of it off my food."

With those words he tugged the crotch of each of the boys and said, "nicely
hung guys. Lets all take them out." Joe hooked his thumbs under his pants
and so did the one blond boy. He waited for the go signal. They looked at me
and I just folded my arms.

The boy in street
cloths hesitated but then just unsnapped his jeans and tugged them to his
knees revealing a nice pale pink dick with a nice white/blond nest under six
inches of filling flesh. Joe jumped in next and sported a nice thick 4 and
three quarters dark dick with tight curly hair. Right behind his motion was
the other blond that revealed another pail pink dick of over 6 inches and
pubs that had obviously been trimmed back to almost nothing. They all three
looked at me. I obliged. I pulled mind down giving in to the heat of
the moment. Joe didn't wait. He latched his fist around my meat and began
stroking. I moved his hand off and put my junk away.

"What do you think your doing? I need to keep my sperm right on the edge. It
helps make me mean. I need to win tonight."

Joe wagged his erection back an forth and said, "I know. You fight me for my
title tonight. I just needed to spill your fluid so I could have the edge.
You can't blame a guy for trying." Instead of putting away his junk he bent
forward to the blond boys and placed their hands on each others hard shafts.
Then he started them stoking. It was a nice show.

I had to force my hands to stay away from my shaft just to keep from cuming
right then. They were so innocent and so very white and they did not try to
hide how much they were enjoying this. Joe helped by rubbing their heads
with his palm and then licking their balls slightly. When they got close he
sat back and fondled himself. They shot everywhere. It was clear strings of
boyhood all over the limo. Joe produced a box of tissues from under the seat
and the boys cleaned up quickly. It was just as they found the trash can
that the limo stopped again.

I had not paid much attention to where we were and thought maybe I was
getting out. Instead two guys of about 17 or 18 climbed in. They wore
bicycle shorts and were loaded with body jewelry. One looked at me and the
other
asked, "Aren't you the special boy from last week. You are. Are we in a
higher class now or did you just come down to us?"

Joe spoke for me. "We are in a higher class, and you should see his dick up
close like we just did."

"Are you trying to get the special boy to shoot his load before he fights
you tonight? That's so ghetto!" He then turned to me and said, "Go a head
and show us, but don't get off. We just want to look."

I waited to see if they were going to show me their or not. It seemed it was
a not. I exposed my half hard and the older boy beside me instantly was on
it with his big strong rough fingers. He slid back the foreskin and said, "I
wish I had one of these." Pre-cum oozed out of the slit and they took turns
touching it. I was hard again and in need of a major explosion of pudding.

Before they could get anymore out of me I jerked my pants back up and said,
"Enough!" that was all it took. They left me alone and began talking about
the women they had after last weeks fight. I sat thinking about the man I
had had.

In time we arrived at the familiar metal building. Lenny greeted me and
hustled me to a table near the front. The two tables nearer the door were
prepared for the blond haired boys in the limo with me. I became intoxicated
at the sight of these two boys being oiled up and going through every
emotion I had gone through last week. I enjoyed seeing their dicks getting
slicked up and then as they turned over their ass's get plundered. One of
the boys shook as his pink pucker was being drilled. He rolled on his hip to
show that he had cum again. He looked around embarrassed at the other
fighters and then at the crowd. Pencils came out and notes were being taken
by men in dark suites.

Instead of pulling the curtain around the boys once they had been seen by
the crowd they were just left exposed and helpless in front of the crowd.
The one boy was instructed to clean the sperm off the other boy and he did.
The crowd was loving it. The boy being cleaned lay on his back with his
reputation at half mast in embarrassment. The cleaning boy stood behind him
with his
full on erection pointing at the crowd. He smiled and tugged on his junk a
few times for their entertainment. Pencils came out again and more notes
were taken.

It seemed to take forever to get the crowd settled in. They all wanted to
see the blond boys. Finally they were taken to Old Bruce. He peeled down the
shorts of the first boy and measured his shaft in length and circumference.
He rolled his head in his fingers. Then he gave it a few strokes. That was
all it took. The boy shot his clear sperm down the scales and on the wall.
Old Bruce licked it off his dick and legs. More notes were written down and
they went off to bet. Now each boy had had two orgasms each. I figured it
would be an even fight.

The second boy was taken to the scales and told to return the favor by
cleaning off his friend. He seemed to enjoy it a lot. Then Old Bruce had his
turn fondling this new meat.

That is when I was told. I was not to fight a new special boy. I had beat
the other boy so handily that it did not seem right that I should have the
title of new champ with out being challenged by better fighters. So tonight
I would fight the two blond boys at the same time.

I was scared to death.