Banged By a Black Bantamweight

From: John Davids

I first took up amateur boxing when I was thirteen and gave it up a
few weeks short of my eighteenth birthday. My reasons for abandoning the
Noble Art were that I was leaving school, starting a good job on the
Stock Exchange and was fed up with a life which was limited to studying
and training.
My last fight was to be against Errol Collins, a black guy who I had
fought on a number of previous occasions. At first the fights ended with
Errol stopping me, but as we got older I learnt to avoid the black
fighter’s lethal swings, making us very evenly matched. In the last
year, I had fought Errol three times and won comfortably each time. I
therefore, approached my last bout with a great deal of confidence.
When I got to the York Hall, I made directly for the changing rooms and
found my opponent already getting changed. “Hi Errol ” I said, “are you
ready for another beating.” Errol looked at me and smiled, ” I have got
a new trainer, a new way of boxing, and am going to whip your lily white
ass. Of course, if you don’t believe me we can always have a little side
bet – let’s say fifty pounds.” “You are at work Errol and I’m still at
school”, I replied, ” which is a shame cos it would be the easiest money
that I’ve ever earned.” The guy gave me a funny look as if looking
into my soul before saying, ” OK, this is the deal, you win you get fifty
quid, I win I get to abuse that cute little white ass of your’s.”
I had no idea that the guy was anything but straight, but like me
boxing had been so much part of his life that he never had time for girls
and like me he was properly as horny as hell, without any outlet. I
thought about it, knowing that I could beat him hollow and heard myself
say ” OK guy, you have deal.”
From the first bell I knew that I was in serious trouble, Errol was a
totally different boxer, gone were the wild swings and uppercuts replaced
by an effective stick and run technique. He wasn’t hurting me but his
combinations were putting him steadily ahead on points. At the end of the
last round I realised that he had won and my body belonged to him.
We went down stairs to the changing rooms where we had our gloves and
tapes removed. I started to go to the showers but my victor said, ” shag
first- shower later.” I followed him through a maze of corridors until we
came to the boiler room, which had a table and chairs set in front of the
two large boilers. He pulled down my shorts and box, leaving me naked
apart from my boxing boots. Having stripped himself he showed me his
large, black, semi erect cock and said, “I think I would like you to
start off by getting this hard, with those pretty lips of yours.” I sank
to my knees and took the weapon between my lips. I had never even thought
of sucking another guy’s cock but set about my task like a veteran
cocksucker. Before he filled my mouth with cum , he pulled me to my feet
, bent me over the table, smeared Vaseline into my bottom with his
fingers and said , “time for the main event. ”
As his cock started on it’s journey into my bowels I was terrified
that he would split me but, due to good luck and lubrication he managed
to impale my virgin ass up to the hilt. He then started to shag my ass
with long slow strokes. Each stroke more painful than the last. After
about five minutes the pain started to go off and I realised what I had
allowed to happen to me. I was stark naked apart from my red boxing
boots, I was bending over a table in front of two large boilers while a
black guy was fucking me legless, and I was loving it.
Realising that I was getting into the fucking, he grabbed my waist and
increased the speed and power of his thrusts. I was in heaven, clenching
my ass muscles around his mighty cock and pushing my butt back against
the thrusts. He must have fucked my ass for about twenty minutes before
gasping as his huge dick emptied spurted jet after jet into my somewhat
sore ass hole.
I didn’t realise but during this assault on my poor bottom I had got
the mother of all hard on’s. Errol gave me one of his lop sided smiles
and said, ” I think that needs a good sucking, but then you will owe me
another fuck.” “just get your lips round it Errol.” I replied, “As far as
I’m concerned you can fuck me to eternity.”
All this was ten years ago, Errol turned pro and became the British
Bantamweight Champion, I progressed up he promotion ladder to become a
team leader with my own dealing team. In two years time Errol will shake
off the square ring , I will shake off the square mile, and we will buy a
hotel on one of the Greek Islands. All of this being due to the fact
that I thought that I was a better boxer than I actually was.