Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2016 14:55:03 +0000
From: Jameson Jameson <jamieti684@gmail.com>
Subject: Griff the Boxer 3

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He got back about 3 hours later (at least that's how long it felt). I was
pissed - the boxing he forced me to watch was long over, there was nothing
but a blank screen. I couldn't fall asleep because I was too horny. I was
just lying there, waiting like a puppy for Griff to get back.

He bounded up the stairs loudly like he always did and casually sauntered
into the room, then stood over me with his arms crossed.

"What the fuck, Griff! You were gone fucking ages!" He just grinned at
me. "This is really shitty Griff, the video ended hours ago. I've been
bored out of my skull!" I struggled in the ropes, but he had tied them
well. Part of me also knew that he wouldn't be happy if I had gotten out of
them so I had just stayed in the bed. "Let me the FUCK out of these ropes
Griff!"

"Aww, little Jimbo, you're so cute when you're mad. Like a cute little
barking dog. Heh heh, my sensitive little boy."

I just fumed a bit in the bed. He pulled his hoodie & t-shirt up and over
his head, peeling them upwards from the bottom. I had told him before that
I thought it was hot, now he did it every time. Even with vests &
wifebeaters.

"I had a good time out with the lads. I loved knowing you were here, all
tied up and waiting for me to come home, heh heh..."

I just sighed. He tilted his head and said, "Ah, c'mon lad, don't be like
that. I think you just need something nice and big to suck on, that'll
cheer you up." He took his trousers and underwear off and stepped out of
them. Then he went to the side of the bed my head was at. He reached down
and pulled me by my armpits so my head hung off the side a little.

I knew what was going to happen next. He lightly banged his cock against my
chin a few times. "Open up now..." I paused for a second to smell Griff's
cock. He chuckled. "See lad? You love this."

I licked the tip of his cock a few times. The last blowjob was slow but he
liked to skullfuck me in the 'upside-down head' position. Sure enough,
after a few licks, he pushed in more and more, and then grabbed my head.

It was his favourite way, possibly because it was the position that he
could feed me the most cock. We had fallen into a good pattern when he
skullfucked. I timed the breathing as he pounded me over and over, he
always took these little breaks. Possibly to stop himself cumming too fast,
but possibly to let me breath. We were good at what we did.

It was always a hot scene. This strong boxer dictated the terms
completely. I loved the smell and taste of his cock, the manly, masculine
scent. His balls slapping against my eyes and face. He roughly fucked me
into submission, and I loved every second of it.

This time was a bit different. Normally when he came into me, he slammed
deep into my throat while he shot. This time he pulled back a bit, so some
of the cum was in my mouth. He grunted as he came (he wasn't too vocal
during sex normally). I swallowed, and swallowed again.

"You like the taste lad?"

"...yeah Griff, I like it a lot." Made a change from that first time in the
shed. Now I imagine I could drink it as a milkshake. It wasn't 'pleasant',
but I did enjoy it.

He looked down at me expectantly and I knew that he wanted me to lick off
that last drop from his dick. I extended my tongue and ran it over the head
and a little down the shaft.

"Good lad."

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After we calmed down from the skullfuck, he untied me he sat beside me on
the bed.

"So how did you like the boxing lad?"

Didn't really have a choice to watch it, I wanted to say. "It was good
Griff. Glad these guys were heavier. I can't follow the lighter guys,
they're so quick."

"Uh-huh. Notice anything different about them? About the style?"

Fuck - he was giving me a test!? I really didn't want to disappoint him, I
wanted him to be proud of me. I had watched the entire video but I drifted
in and out. Wish I had paid more attention.

"Well, um, the main guy was Southpaw, so that was interesting to see." When
a boxer is Southpaw it basically means he's left-handed.

Griff grunted, wasn't impressed much. He turned away a bit. I was racking
my brain to think of something about the fight I had just seen...

"Peekaboo!"

In boxing, there's a style called Peekaboo, Mike Tyson used it for
example. The second fight had a guy that used it too.

Griff turned to me with curiosity. "Eh?"

"The peekaboo guy - the second fight - he was southpaw too Griff, but he
wasn't left handed!"

Griff smiled widely. I loved that smile, it just spread across his whole
face. He looked so happy, it lit up the room.

"You're a star, young lad, that's right. It's a tactic. He does it to scare
you, it's not normal. He's one I've been watching for a while. Happy you
noticed it, you're learning so much from me, heh heh!"

"You're right Griff! Boxing wasn't as much fun in the beginning but I
really like it now. I... I like watching it too, because I get to hang out
with you."

He smiled. Then, quick as lightening, wrapped his massive arm around my
neck, brought my head down close to his chest, and gave me a fairly strong
noogie. His knuckles scraping across my scalp wasn't pleasant - he had
strong hands. "C'mon Griff, stop it!" I was literally helpless in his
grasp.

Eventually he let me up, big smirk on his face as usual. He made a fist and
fist-bumped the side of my head.

In a way, the whole thing was an affectionate gesture from a guy like
him. Bonding behaviour. His eyes focussed on mine. It's hard to describe -
there was danger there, but also friendliness. He was always a bit
intimidating, and those eyes were a big factor in that. Kinda like the way
a massive scary biker in black leather can be a lovely guy.

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"We're going to watch some tv downstairs lad."

I expected he wouldn't want to watch football or rugby cos it was too late,
so presumed we'd be watching more boxing. I asked him what he wanted to
watch. "Well I know you like family guy, it's on tonight so we can watch
that."

"Really Griff?! That's fantastic!" I was grinning like a gimp, he just
smiled and winked at me.

He had only put on underwear, and I was still only wearing a jock. He
jumped onto the old couch, taking up the entirety of it. "C'mon over here
lad" he said, gesturing to beside him. I sat down on the edge of the sofa,
he pulled me in close to him and wrapped his arms and legs around me. I
think he was doing BJJ at the time, he was doing more grappling than
before. I was trapped for as long as he wanted. There were cushions so we
could still watch the tv, although my head was lower down that his.

It was a shitty old sofa and you didn't fall into it like a nice comfy one,
but still. It was nice to be cuddled by him.

Not 10 minutes after we started to watch Family Guy, he had fallen
asleep. I marvelled at how exact his body clock was. He always fell asleep
so fast, and always got up early in the morning. I imagine it was either
the massive amount of exercise he did, or just habit. I would pay to be
able to just fall asleep so easily!

He was making these really cute little noises, not snoring but a lighter
version of it. Little grunts. I kinda escaped his grasp a bit, and looked
up at his face. This hard man looked so content, almost vulnerable. It was
a nice moment.

There's a song by a great band called Booze and Glory, I used to listen to
them a lot back then. The line goes "She sees through the hard-man show,
she sticks with him cos she knows..." I will always think of Griff when I
hear that song. I don't think of his macho behaviour as a show, but there
were a few little moments where I saw a softer side of a hard man.

When the show was over I extracted myself from the boxer and the couch
completely, Griff woke up and got up too. "Want to head up to bed Griff?"
He grunted a yes.

When we got to the room, he took off his underwear and put a double duvet
on the floor. He stepped over to me, getting into my personal space. "I
want you tied up a little. You'll sleep fine."

He got out an old pair of boxing gloves from the cabinet behind me. "Put
these on". I took them, and, in a moment of courage, smelled the inside. It
was a strong and manly smell, hours and hours of sweat saw to that.

"Ha ha ha, you little perv!" I put on the gloves, and he got some tape (a
bit like duct tape?) and started to tape the boxing gloves to my arms. It
meant I couldn't really take them off. He went even further and tied the
two gloves to each other with a little rope going through the loops.

"This'll keep you nice and behaved..."

He had that glint in his eye, that dominant, possessive look he got when
doing this kind of thing.

"I'm not done, stay here." He went to the other room and came back with
more rope. It was a bit thicker, it was like the stuff he had used to tie
me to the other bed. I looked a bit alarmed, what was he about to do?

"Lie down on your bed now lad..." I lay down on the duvet. Griff had folded
it in half, it made a pretty good mattress. He grabbed my ankles and
started to tie them up. "But Griff, what if I have to get up in the night?"

"You won't be doing that tonight naughty lad, that's probably why you sleep
bad. I want you having a proper night sleep tonight." As if he was doing
all this for my benefit...

He tied the ankles well, it wasn't uncomfortable. That also meant I could
probably have got out of them, but I knew Griff would be angry so I
obviously didn't attempt it. Griff then got another duvet and 'tucked me
in' for the night. I was there with my feet tied up, and arms tied up
encased in boxing gloves.

Griff stood back to admire his handiwork. He chuckled a bit, and said
"Perfect. This is just how I want you my little lad." He climbed into his
own bed. "Goodnight Griff", I said.

"Sleep well lad".

So all snug and wrapped up (also tied up), I went through the events of the
day. He was right, I had a good time. It was a new experience, for both of
us I imagine.

Judging by the light snores, Griff had already fallen asleep. I closed my
eyes, resting one of my hands underneath my chin. The smell of the boxing
glove material wasn't unpleasant, maybe he was trying to get a subtle
reinforcement of boxing in my mind.

I fell asleep.

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Truth be told, that sleep was actually a nice sleep. It was a
surprise. With that duvet on the floor, it was comfy - definitely not soft,
but still fine to sleep on. Woke up without any twinges or sore
muscles. When I told him later, he said soft beds were bad for you, and he
actually had a board under his mattress to make it less soft.

He tended to punch and kick a lot in his sleep. Apparently it's common in
guys who practice a lot of martial arts.

Still. It was nice to be close to Griff. I listened to the little noises he
made. I woke up half-way through the night and sat up to look at him. He
was all spread out across the bed, his duvet kicked off. Arms akimbo, you'd
be black and blue if you slept in the same bed.

I pity whoever has to sleep in bed with him these days, if he can even get
them to.

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The next morning I was woken up by Griff untying my feet. He went
downstairs straight after. Still half-asleep, I dozed off for a while, then
slowly got up.

When I went down he was frying up some breakfast. Two frying pans filled
with rashers, sausages, black and white pudding, and lots of scrambled
eggs. He used an unholy amount of butter when he made scrambled eggs - it
was honest to god like 15% butter. He made good scrambled eggs though,
unhealthy as they might have been.

I went up to him, boxing gloves still on. I assumed a boxing stance, and
tapped him on the elbow (the way fighters do to show respect before a round
starts).

He laughed out loud. The look of amused disbelief on his face, it was like
a 5 year old was trying to pick a fight with a bouncer.

Smirking, he grabbed the tied-together gloves with a single meaty paw, and
held them up above my head. Quick as lightening he slid behind me, his
other hand moved to my armpit, and he started to tickle me.

He knew how ticklish I was, and how much I hated it. It was another way to
have total power over me. Instead of a little play-fighting or sparring, he
just totally dominated me in the most embarrassing way possible. I was like
a 12 year old kid brother to this guy.

"Please Griff, don't!" I could barely say anything through the extreme
tickling I was getting. He stopped after a little bit. I think he was a bit
erect from the contact. He chuckled, ruffled my hair and went back to
making breakfast.

After untying my hands, he loaded up two plates (him taking about 2/3 of
the food, which was appropriate) and we ate breakfast. It was a nice little
scene. Their kitchen was long but thin, there was a coziness to it.

Afterwards I cleaned up. There was a lot of mess. I think he liked the fact
that I got right to cleaning while just wearing a jockstrap, he just kinda
leaned back in the chair and put his arms behind his head. He had a
satisfied look on his face as we talked about stuff.

Eventually Griff got up and put some scoops of whey powder into a small
plastic baggie, and filled a thermos with milk. We all have fancy protein
shakers with 'Spartan Warrior' written on them these days, and those metal
balls to mix up the powder, but I guess Griff didn't care about appearances
that much. Either that or a 500ml shaker isn't big enough.

"Ok lad, so I'm off now, you have a few bits of work to do too. I want you
to use those beer bottles, and you need to be thinking of me while you do
it. I'm looking forward to later on and I think you are too."

"...I am, Griff!"

He smiled. "It's important you think of me while you've got the stuff up
your arse. You're to be nice and ready"

I got a bit shy, felt my cheeks get a bit red. He just smirked. "Ok Griff,
I'll do that."

He got his gear bag together, with all the boxing stuff. He looked
determined, like a warrior of old headed into battle.

"And another thing young Jimbo, you're not to get up to anything naughty
while I'm away. No stroking your little lad." He lightly tapped me on the
groin. I flinched back.

"Urh! Yeah...fine..."

Griff grabbed both my shoulders. He stared me down, all intense like. It
was always a little frightening when he did that. It was a reminder that he
was way more stronger than me, and could force me to do pretty much
anything he wanted. I know he never would, but it was still a little
sobering.

"Not good enough Jimbo! Promise me now...!"

"Ok Griff, relax! I promise I won't have a wank, and I'll think of you when
I'm playing around back there..."

He smiled, and ruffled my hair with his right hand. "That's the way,
lad. I'm off now, will see you at 3."

With that he headed out the door.

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With a bit of time on my hands, I just stayed in the house. I wasn't
*snooping* necessarily, but I did have a look through Griff's room a
bit. Not in drawers, just looking at what you could see.

Looking back, it was a very stereotypical "blokes" room. Game console,
sports stuff (mostly boxing and rugby). The furniture was pretty old and
worn, both from age and from a house with 3 rough sons. He didn't spend
much time there though, it was mainly a place to sleep.

I played a little xbox, then went back into the older brother's room to
look at the rest of the videos. Every single one of them were sports, again
mostly boxing with some rugby.

I lay back down on the bed that Griff had tied me up on while he went
out. Thinking about it got me hard again. I went over to the laptop, fired
it up, and opened the three things I always did: some porn, the misc
section of bb.com and 4chan.org/fit. Browsed a bit, by which time I was
ready to have a nice long wank. My cock was throbbing, and I was eager to
stroke it.

But I hesitated. I thought of how disappointed Griff would be if he ever
found out. Part of me knew he never would, but *I* would know. I closed the
browser and did the post-porn ritual of deleting all the history.

"FUCK!" I realised that I'd made a huge mistake - I had really wanted to
know what Griff had been looking up online while I was blowing him under
the desk.

To be honest, I resolved in that moment to just ask him, but I never
did. It actually haunts me a little, even now. I would love to know what he
was looking at while I gave him that special blowjob.

The moment ruined, I decided to get the task he wanted over and done with;
namely, "playing with my hole" while I thought of him.

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So I got the bottles together with the lube (after a toilet break). I was
still horny so thought that everything should go smoothly.

Here again is a picture showing how the bottles got progressively bigger:
https://i.imgur.com/hreDKJa.jpg?2

So I did pretty much the normal stuff that one does while using a dildo. I
had put lubed up fingers in there before, did it again and got up to 3
fingers.

The first bottle went in without too much hassle. It would have been easier
with a smaller lip, but it was ok. I got the whole neck of the bottle
inside me and started to think of Griff, and what it might be like with his
cock inside me. I started to get very horny. The jockstrap helped to calm
me down.

The second bottle was no more of a challenge. The neck was only slightly
bigger. Kept it in for a few minutes, then just took it out.

The third was a bit harder. It was noticeably bigger.

I took a break and ate some lunch. Griff had me eating plain cottage cheese
along with normal food, said I needed more protein.

After a bit of food I went back to business, the third one went in
easily. After a little while (and thinking about Griff a lot), I decided to
tackle the fourth.

It was big, very big. Not sure if anyone else has had experience with big
dildos or anything, but it can be a challenge. The fourth took a while to
get in, and thank god that I took my time with it. It honestly had a shape
like a butt plug, or the third bottle in the picture.

Eventually I worked it in with a pop. My arse felt very full. It was a nice
feeling though, I hadn't played with toys before. Just fingers. While I sat
there thinking about Griff and how nice this felt, I wondered if I could
buy a butt plug online and hide it somewhere. Maybe I didn't even need a
buttplug, this bottle seemed to do the trick well enough. I could hide it
in plain sight!

I kept the bottle in for quite a while. I was now completely excited for
Griff to fuck me. It felt really good. I felt pretty submissive with this
bottle inside me, knowing his cock would feel even better.

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I wanted a can of pepsi and knew Griff didn't have any, so decided to run
home. I got dressed and left by the back door (which was always open).

I slipped up badly when I got home. My dad and brother were in the living
room, dad asked me if I was going back out. I should have said I was, and
to Darren's house but I said Griff's house by mistake.

"Are you still going over to his house much?" my dad asked. He wasn't
happy. "Well, Yeah, sometimes. He has Gears of War 1 and 2! And I use his
old weights too."

Before dad could answer, my brother rescued me. "Don't go mental, he's an
ok bloke. Griff is fine when he's at home. He's not a hooligan like you
think."

Dad wasn't happy but seemed to let it go after that. "Yeah, well, don't
tell your mother or she'll have a fit."

Dad left the room and my brother turned to me. "Well - you still go over
and see Griff then?"

"Yeah, sometimes.." I said.

"What do ye talk about? He's thick as pigshit."

"Well, we talk about games and boxing and stuff. And he does help me with
the weights."

My brother just shrugged and walked off. I took the pepsi from the fridge
and left.

He was right in a way - Griff wasn't one for reading or school. He
mispronounced the bigger words that weren't combat or workout
related. Could say Trapezius fine, but he once saw the word alibi written
down, he said "What's that? A-lee-bee?"

He picked up the word Hiatus somewhere, but thought it was a fancy word for
having a massive row. "Don't have a hiatus with your friend just because he
supports Man Utd."

If you pointed the mistake out to him, he was never embarrassed. He'd just
laugh that stuff off. I really liked how secure he was in his own skin. It
was something that, as a gay teen in the closet, you could look at and
really admire. Try to be more alike in that way.

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I went back to Griff's house and took off my clothes again. I thought Griff
would like to see me in the jock when he got home. I just hung around, he
came home some time later.

"Griff! How was boxing man?" He let the bag fall to the floor and
immediately got into a boxing stance. He started shadow boxing, he was so
quick despite his large size. "It was good, lad!"

He kept at it. He loved the sport so much, it was so nice to see. I love to
see when people show such passion for something. Boxing and athleticism was
his life, and he loved every minute of it.

"You're so fast Griff!" He stopped and smiled. He loved to be complimented,
he could never get enough. He stood up, like a soldier going from at-ease
to Attention.

"It's time for you to do some weights now lad."

He grabbed a jar of peanut butter and walked out to the shed - he just
expecting me to follow him. There was no question, his authority was
absolute. I had to throw on shoes, was still naked apart from a
jockstrap. I followed him like a lost puppy as he swaggered his way up to
the shed.

That was another of his quirks - you know when young men start to work out
and make some gains the first year, and it goes to their heads? They start
to walk around with a swagger, their arms wide, stuck out from their sides?
Griff had a bit of that. He had the goods to back it up, but yeah, he threw
his weight around perhaps a tiny bit too much. I still thought it was sexy
though. It suited him. A manly, aggressive walk.

When we got there he had a look at the notepad where I logged my
workouts. He thought for a minute and wrote down a workout, compound lifts
and a few accessory lifts too.

"Here you go. Get to it lad, Squats first."

After he spotted me with the squats and bench press, he watched me do the
accessory weights while he ate out of a jar of peanut butter. A cheap
German supermarket had opened up a while back and I told him he should shop
there, the first time he went he bought like 6 jars of peanut butter. He
loved it. Griff just stood there, eating peanut butter with a fork, and
shouting encouragement.

"One more rep lad, c'mon now, you have it in you..."

After a while we were finished. He always pushed me to lift more when he
was there, not just cos he was spotting me either.

"Heh, that's the way! Look at this musclehead here with the massive bench,
good work Jimbo!"

When he called me musclehead, it was better than any personal record I've
ever achieved, before or since. I started to use musclehead as an online
username to always remind me of that moment.

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We hung out for a while after that. What my brother said about Griff
earlier wasn't the whole story - Griff wasn't booksmart but he was easy to
talk to. Sometimes he was a tiny bit curious too. I mean, if you talk to
anyone about something they don't want to talk about, it's never fun. But
sometimes he'd show a little bit of interest in something other than
athleticism. I'd always try and nurture that spark. It's something I do to
this day - if someone shuts down in a conversation (like with body language
or whatever) we move on and talk about something else. He taught me how to
be social with people who weren't necessarily like me.

And he taught me *Lots* about sports, mainly boxing, but we also watched a
bit of rugby as well. We watched rugby when there was a big gap of time,
and we had that after the weights, so that's what we did.

There were moments of closeness during that rugby match, but usually Griff
would get worked up and start cheering and waving his arms, flexing and
stuff. I joined in too, and he seemed happy about that. It was fun.

Probably, like many people, he saw stereotypically gay people in the media
and it just didn't make sense to him. At the time I wanted him to see me as
a 'normal' bloke (at least what *he* thought a normal bloke was). Hopefully
if he ever had a conversation about gays in his gym or wherever, he
wouldn't join in the mean-spirited banter that guys like that often have.

After the match, I went to use the toilet, and after I came back down,
Griff had that predatory look in his eyes. He just said one thing to me.

"It's time."

I grinned, I was a bit nervous but I really wanted it too. He got off the
couch and came over to me. He put his hand around my neck and 'guided' me
up the stairs. Dominant as always.

I told him we needed the lube and that it was in the bathroom. I ducked in
and picked it up, stepped out of my jock, then went into the bedroom.

He was shunking off his clothes, kicking them to one side. He looked so
sexy doing it. He came close to me, placing his hands on my shoulders like
he did so many times before. He looked into my eyes all intense.

"Jimbo - look at me. Are you sure this is ok? You want this, don't you?"

"Heh, yeah Griff! I really do..."

He smiled. "I'm glad Jimbo." He firmly guided me to the bed.

I must have been a bit awkward. I wasn't sure to get on my back or get on
all fours. He put his hand around my neck, to get me to look into his
eyes. "How would you like it, lad? You want to be on your knees, eh?"

"Yeah Griff!" Taking that as a cue, I got on all fours there on his
bed. His pillow smelled like him.

I turned around to give him the lube. Any thoughts I had that he wasn't
into this, were gone when I got a look at his cock - it was hard as a
rock. He wanted this as much as I did.

He threw the lube on the bed beside my leg, then climbed in on top of me. I
could feel the heat from his body. He didn't do anything at first, just
adjusting himself and rubbing my thighs. He pulled my torso up a little,
and that's when i could feel it. His erection, poking me. This larger man
had me almost surrounded, my legs between his.

Griff popped open the lube and gave himself a good squirt of it. He didn't
have the foresight or knowledge to put any on me, but he did tease my hole
a bit by rubbing his cock up and down it.

"You like the feel of that, lad?"

"Yeah Griff..."

"You ready Jimbo?"

"Yeah!"

He slowly pushed in. It felt amazing, way better than the cold hard beer
bottles. It was still a bit painful, but only a tiny bit. He pushed in to
the hilt.

"That feel good?"

"Yeah Griff, it does!"

He pulled out a bit, then pushed back in. He started to fuck me, slowly at
first, but he was getting faster.

I knew from stories online that there was the prostate, a 'Boybutton' up
there. I was hoping the male g-spot would make the whole process feel
good. At first it wasn't - it felt like being poked. But I gave it a
chance, and soon it got good. I thought about how my dream man was finally
fucking me, I was finally losing my virginity. A wave of horny
submissiveness came over me, and that's when it started to feel really
good.

"I'm going to speed up now lad. Fuck me this is good". True to his word, he
started to get into a proper rhythm for fucking.

Suddenly out of nowhere, *SMACK*! He slapped me on the bum with that meaty
hand of his. It caught me completely by surprise. He rested his hand on the
cheek, then slapped it again. *SMACK*! He kept it up, after every slap he'd
rest the hand on my bum and rub, before slapping it again. He was almost
casual about it. Just exerting his power and control over me, even more
than he already was.

I still loved every second of it though. His strong body against mine,
being completely dominated by this powerful man. My hole being stretched
out, I actually enjoyed the feeling.

After a bit, he suddenly increased the tempo again. His breathing got
heavier. I knew what that meant - he was gonna cum! After a few rapid
strokes he stopped completely, pulled out a bit, then smashed back in again
hard. He repeated this about 5 or 6 times. It was actually the most painful
bit of the whole event, he really pummelled me in the end.

Heavy breathing from both of us now, he slowly pulled out. I tried to
clench my hole to keep his seed in. He fell back onto the bed and I turned
around. We were both smiling while panting.

We just looked at each other for a bit, basking in the
afterglow. Eventually he got up, and I followed.

"Ah. Still hard then? I thought you would have cum too..." He sounded
genuinely disappointed. "Didn't you enjoy it as much?"

"Ah, Griff! I fucking loved every second of it!! Guys can't cum from just
being fucked, it's really rare!"

That perked him up a bit, so I kept going. "Truth be told Griff, I didn't
need to. It was fucking brilliant, better than any wank! It was amazing...I
didn't know it could be that good."

That got Griff back to normal. He smirked, and his chest inflated.

I meant every word in the moment - it was amazing. I was going to say
something else but stopped myself. He noticed though. Griff brought his
hand up to my chin, lifting my head up. "What were ye going to say?"

"Well, I - Heh, it's embarrassing..."

"C'mon now lad, tell me" he said, a bit more assertively.

"...I, eh, liked when you slapped me....don't really know why..."

"Ha ha, it's good that you did lad! I could smack that tight arse of yours
all day..."

"Oh - but please don't tho!" He laughed again, then pulled me in for an
embrace.

I had the sudden urge to go to the toilet - he had big balls so he would
usually cum a huge amount. He said to come down after, he'd organise some
food.

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Part 4 (the final part) will be up soon as well as an epilogue. I also have
another story on Nifty, "Trunks Enslaved - Buu Takes Over".

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