THAT'S IT! No more! I'm going over there right now! I'm not taking it anymore! He's been asking for it and today's the day! BAM BAM BAM "Open up Riley! I know you're in there! Come out here and face me like a man! BAM BAM BAM BAM "What the fuck do you want?" "We're going to have this out, TODAY!" "You got a problem with me? Go call the cops." "Look, old man. I know you think you're a tough guy and good with your fists. Well how about you try me." "What? Fight? You want to put the gloves on with me? What do you know about boxing?" "I know enough to put a fat old fart like you down. And when I do, you start showing me some respect!" "And what if you don't put me down? What's in it for me?" "You beat me and you'll never hear another word out of me. Swear!"
Riley agreed to the backyard boxing match. I knew he would. He's always moaning about no one having the guts to box with him. But look at him. He's a short fat old man who hasn't seen the inside of a gym in 30 years. I am going to beat that old man down. And when I do he's going to toss his gloves in the trash where they belong. All I need to do is keep moving, make him miss with a lot of punches until I've got him tired out. Then when he starts dropping his guard, BAM! That's when I move in and take control. I'll get him weak, breathless and defenseless. I'll have him fearing the shame of losing to a guy who barely knows the first thing about boxing. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he realizes that he's about to get his ass kicked...by me. I just have to stay cool and don't get rattled. Maybe he used to be a tough guy with his fists... a long time ago. But I'm going to give that old bastard a shot of reality, right in the jaw. I'll show him who the alpha dog is on this block. Okay... it's GO time.
There Riley is, standing in his backyard waiting for me. He's shirtless and wearing some ratty old gray gym shorts. His hairy chest still looks impressive but look at that gut - pathetic. He's ten years older than I am and he's got a whole lot of padding over that body. Maybe he can still give and take a good punch. He outweighs me by a good thirty pounds but at his age that'll work against him. This is going to be so fucking easy and so fucking awesome. I can't wait to start knocking him around. I'm going to show that old man who the fucking boss is. Don walks into Riley's back yard, tosses his shirt and gets his gloves on. "You ready for your beating old man?"
Look at Don...what a punk. He thinks he's young and yet he gets winded just mowing his yard. That fool is only ten years younger and no taller than I am. Does he honestly think he can beat me in a boxing match? He knows I've been sparring for forty years! Maybe I am carrying over 40 lbs more than I should, but I can still move well enough to turn his lights out. He may look and act like a tough guy but this jerk's about to learn a lesson he won't soon forget. I am going to enjoy knocking him on his ass. I hope he keeps getting up so I can do it over and over. I can whip his ass any time the mood strikes. And before this is over, he's gonna know it.
"Let's go, Riley. When I'm done with you, you're gonna be calling me Boss - and mean it!" "Hehehehe. Is that so? In about five minutes you are going to be so afraid of me. And you're going to know that I'm the man you always wanted to be." Both men stand toe to toe and gut to gut, staring straight into the other's eyes. "You've got the big weight advantage Porky, or let's call it what it is...the FAT advantage. Now let's see what you can do with it." Riley is concerned that he may not be able to fight for more than ten minutes. But that ought to be long enough to take care of this sap. "You wanted a fight...let's fight."
The two neighbors step back and get their hands up. Don is cocky and comes in swinging hard. Riley sidesteps and pushes Don off balance. And then launches a hard right uppercut into Don's gut. "OOOOFFFF" Don collects himself and throws left jabs at Riley's face, none of which connect. Riley lands a stinging left hook into Don's right bicep, backs off and then lands another in the same spot.
Damn, that hurt. Look at him. Acting like he's already beat me. "Come on! You can't hurt me old man!" Don moves in, grabs Riley by the back of the head and delivers three hard rights into the older man's body. In a reflex action, Riley brings a sharp left up into Don's chin, almost lifting the younger man off his feet. Don stumbles and drops on his ass. Riley backs up as if he were going to his corner.
Okay. FUCK! The old man still has some power in his fists. Got to keep away and let him come to me. Can't take any more hits like that. "You got lucky for the last time, fatman. What else you got! Bring it in here." Riley moves in determined to do just that...determined to eliminate any thought his jackass of a neighbor may have of winning this fight. Riley starts throwing jabs around Don's upper body, backing the younger man up...backing....backing.
Yeah, keep coming old man. Keep wearing out those old arms. Soon you'll be all mine. A bead of sweat appears on Riley's brow. Don grins. The old man must be wearing down. Come on. Keep punching. Don sees an opening and swings for Riley's jaw. Riley blocks it and counters with a three punch combination. Every punch lands solidly. Don staggers and starts backing up. Riley keeps coming. BAM BAM BAM. Don is flailing and moves in for a clinch. Don's left eye is starting to swell shut. He wraps his arms around the older man to try and catch a breather. "Don...I didn't know you cared. You want a hug? Come here, buddy. Get up on this chest. Let's hug." The older, beefier man squeezes Don hard onto his sweat soaked body. "AHHHHHHH" "Yeah. You know bud, I think I just might be winning this fight. What do you think?" Riley continues squeezing Don tightly for a slow 10 count as the younger man moans in his arms. "How's that? Feel better?" Riley releases his hold allowing Don to sink to his knees. "Come on boy, get up on your feet. Take your beating like a man...if you got the balls."
Dammit! This isn't how it was supposed to go! Breathing hard, Don looks up at his neighbor and sees a man whose only sign of wear is a good sweat. Getting squeezed in Riley's arms proves to Don that, even in his late sixties, Riley is still the stronger man. Swallowing hard, Don thinks, "Time to fight dirty." Don gets to his feet, slowly advances, and then lunges at Riley, tackling him down. Don gets on top and starts raining fists into Riley's face. After absorbing 5 good hits, Riley shoves Don off, gets to his feet first and catches Don with a hard uppercut to the jaw. He follows with a stiff right to the side of Don's head. Don drops to all fours. "FUCK!" "You had enough Don?" "Fuck you, bitch!" "Then get your ass up and fight me!"
Riley watches as Don burns through his energy, throwing one ineffective punch after another. At last Don's fists are so tired that Riley lets Don land some body punches. "Come on, pussy! Hit me! You can do better than that! Hit me! Come on! Hit my fat old gut! Hit my big old chest, you little weasel!" The pathetic blows bounce off the older fighter's body like rain. Don sees that he can't hurt Riley with a legal blow, so he punches the older man in the balls. "OOOOOFFFF!" Riley doubles over, taking two fists to the face before being shoved to the ground. Don stomps his heel hard onto Riley's gut and then leans his foot down onto Riley's balls. "You better stay down old man. Or I swear I'll break your balls!" "AAAGGHHHH" Riley grabs Don's leg and shoves him off. As Riley rises Don launches his knee into the side of his face and sends a kick to his ribs. Momentarily stunned, Riley takes an elbow to his face driving him down to one knee. "Hahahaha, I knew you were all talk! Haha! As long as you're down there, how about you suck my dick. Hehe, come on...suck it." As Don approaches again, Riley gets up and shoves the younger man back. "Thanks, Don. I was starting to think I might go easy on you." "Easy on me? Get ready to eat some dirt old..." BAM. Riley knocks Don's mouthpiece out. "Now...time to have some fun."
Riley starts using Don's body for target practice. Don backs up into the tall wooden fence. Riley keeps slugging, fist after fist destroying Don's gut, pecs and arms. Don keeps his face covered and Riley pounds Don's gloves hard back into his face. "Who's the old man? Huh? Who's the old man? Say something now, punk! Say something!" Don is beat...out of it. Only the fence is holding him up. After another minute of pure domination, his arms hang limp at his sides and his face falls forward onto Riley's chest. A big, satisfied grin appears on Riley's face and the older man measures Don for a knockout punch. Riley taunts the younger man, holding his big right fist against Don's face. "What about it Don? You had enough?" "From a son of a bitch... fat ass... has-been loser like you? Fuck off." Don spits on Riley's chest. Riley moves Don away from the fence....rears back and knocks him flat on his ass.
Riley takes a deep breath and steps up to his fallen opponent. Standing over the younger man, it's easy to see that Don is out cold. "Thanks, boy. I haven't felt this good in TEN YEARS!" With his neighbor flat on his back, Riley puts his foot right where it belongs - in the middle of Don's chest. Don groans under Riley's foot. The victorious man breathes a deep sigh of contentment and finds himself remembering all the other great times he's had with his gloves on...all the other men he's beaten. Then he raises his arms and flexes the strong biceps of a winner, over an unconscious adversary that won't be giving him any more problems. The proud fighter looks down at the man under his right foot...and begins to feel his cock grow in his shorts.
"Okay. I see where this is going. I know what YOU want. I see the look on your face. You want to wrestle me." My Uncle is a redneck but not nearly as dumb as I thought he was. Of course I barely know the man. I only met him a few years ago after I left the Navy. But from the time I first met him, I thought "Damn, I'd love to wrestle this man."
My Uncle is a big hairy man with a huge gut. But he carries his weight well. He must be about 6'0", 280. Maybe I'm just dreaming but it seems like he once told me he'd done some pro wrestling about 20 years ago. It's easy to imagine him in a ring wearing a pair of black trunks, playing the heel and tossing some poor jobber around... grinding some bum's face into a turnbuckle.
"Hey! What about it? Are we gonna wrestle?" He says while stretching out with his hands behind his head. There the big man is, shirtless in his jeans and leaned back in his easy chair while letting out a big loud yawn. My voice is a little shaky but I'm not going to let this opportunity pass. "Fuck yeah, we're gonna wrestle." "You ain't afraid that I'm gonna squash you like a bug? A little gay bug? Yeah, you ain't foolin' nobody. I've seen you checking me out whenever I take my shirt off. I know what you come to my house for. You ain't just waitin' for the right girl. You ain't even looking. Come on. Get up. Maybe I'll beat some man into you. Or just show you how a real man fights."
This is happening. I get up and pull my shirt off. As he often does, Uncle Billy looks seriously annoyed. The man could lay a real hurtin' on me. "Fuck it. Let's do this you fat old shit!" That gets him moving. He springs out of his chair and rams that hairy gut into me, sending me sprawling back. Didn't realize what a weapon a big gut like that could be. "Come on pussy boy." Before I can recover he grabs me and drags me across his shoulders in a torture rack. "FUUCKK" "Yeah, boy. How's that? You like feeling my hairy shoulders?" "AHHHHHHH" He stretches my back across his shoulders and then drops me across his knee for a backbreaker. "FUUUUUCKK" "NO, ain't no fuckin' going on here today. Ain't nothin' but a BEATDOWN!"
"UUNnnghh...unnggh." He's just toying with me...squeezing my throat while pushing down on my leg. I throw a jab into his balls and then hit him between the legs twice again before he shoves me off. He picks me up and throws me into a wall. "You want to fight dirty, huh?" Billy pulls his jeans off and adjusts his tighty whities. Once I get to my feet I start removing my pants. He jumps on me and drags my jeans off. In the scuffle my briefs fall to my feet. As I lean down to pull them up, "OOOOFFFF" a pair of fists drop on my back. "Hehehehe...this is just how I thought it would go. Now I bet you looked forward to this!" Two big arms wrap around me and squeeze me in tight to a chest full of hair. The air is being crushed out of me. But then he relaxes and adjusts his hold. He brings me up high on his chest with my feet off the floor. In spite of it all I feel my cock grow against his gut. "Oh...you got something for me? Let's see if I can squeeze that boner out of you." He ramps up the pressure squeezing my dick against his hairy gut. "OHHHHhhhhhhhhhh" I slide down his belly until my dick is level with his. That's when I feel his cock growing hard into mine.
With his left hand he manages to pull down his undies for our cocks to tangle. "Hehehehe, let's just see who's man enough to hold out longest. Bet you'll cum first, boy!" That's a safe bet. Feeling his big hot dick on mine is just insanity. What the fuck could be better than this? While squeezing me in his hug he grinds his fat cock over mine. I'm helpless in the big man's arms. He's got my arms wrapped up good which is easy since his arms are about twice the size of mine. We've both got precum flowing and he's moaning right along with me. He lifts me, dragging my dick almost up to his chest. And then slides me back down to his belly button. I finally manage to free my arms, but I'm weakened from the bearhug. I try pulling on the little hair he has on his head and then hooking a thumb in the corner of his mouth. "AAHHHHHhhh" I shoot a load on his gut and he drops me to the floor.
Flat on my back trying to recover, I look up to see a big cum stained gut towering over me. He drops his foot on my chest and flexes his big arms...the sight I've always wanted to see. He sucks his gut in and looks like a champion. Then the big man drops his gut on me hard "OOOOFFFF" and starts rubbing his big cock over mine. His chest hair covers my face. After several thrilling minutes of loud moaning, humping and grinding, he unloads a huge flow on me. Our cum covered bellies slide over each other. "Alright you lightweight punk, let's fight."
I get up and try and get back in the game. Billy's even stronger than he looks. And turning 50 hasn't slowed him down nearly as much as I had hoped. He's got the reach and the weight on me, and now I'm moving slower than he is. He rushes at me. I bring a knee up and catch him in the gut, then shoot some hard elbows into his chest. He grabs my right wrist, turns me around and pulls me in for a choke hold...his right arm hard against my throat. "UNnnnghh" He jabs me in the ribs with his left fist. Grabbing a hold of my hair he throws me into a couch and brings his fists up. "COME ON! Come on."
We circle each other a bit. Then I launch a right into his gut. It's like punching a hard bed. My fist practically bounces off. He just smiles...and snaps my head back with a jab to my face. I swing a wild right into his chin which gets me some instant respect. He charges at me. I duck and take him off his feet. I sit on his chest and put three fists in his face before he throws me off. I get behind him and get my arms under his and lock my hands behind his head for a nelson. "OHHhh...Ohhhh" I think I've got the big man in pain. HELL YEAH! "OHHHHehehehe. You think you can hold me with those little arms? AHHHHHH!" He flexes his guns and powers down right through my hold. He bends me over with an elbow to my gut and then lifts me with a knee to my face.
"Now, let's see what you can do." He gets me in his full nelson. "ARRRGGHHH" I feel like my neck is gonna snap. He shakes me around without effort. His cock presses tight against my ass. Then he wraps his arms around my throat for a sleeper and takes me to the floor. I thrash about but he's locked on tight. I feel the blood flow being cut off. My mind starts to wander as I feel sleep coming on. I have to remind myself where I am. I feel the big man's hairy chest on my back. Now he wraps his legs around me and digs a heel into my balls. It's like he's trying to keep me awake so I can experience just how hopeless my situation is and just how completely defeated I am. I weakly try pulling his arm away from my throat. It's impossible....lights out.
I feel a couple of slaps on my face. I wake up to the sight of a fat cock hovering inches above my chin. Billy's flexing massive guns over me while straddling my chest. "Yeah, boy. Still young enough to kick your ass from one side of the house to the other and now you KNOW it. Ain't that right? Maybe in a few years when I get a little older and you get a whole lot stronger you come back and take another shot at me. But right now, is there ANY DOUBT who the better man is? Hmm? SAY it! Say UNCLE!" "Uncle."