If you enjoy these stories, please think about donating to Nifty.
All characters in this story are over 18.
I slipped and the moment of imbalance cost me the fight. My mistake was seized. The lad punished me. He deftly grabbed my neck into a lock and lifted me up backwards. The audience -- three of the boy's college mates in this garret room -- cheered. Then he humiliated me. He pulled down the boxing shorts I had (we both had) donned for this little display.
This situation had been my attempt to impress Tommy, the beautiful young man I had been courting, and to show him and his mates that this middle aged dude (me) could still cut it grappling like I had done in college. That had been in 2000. Y2k. To me, it seems like yesterday. But my body has other `ideas'. I'm not that fit, lean young dude anymore. And this boy was showing me up in the most humiliating (and, honestly, kinda titillating) way. In front of his friends too.
There I was, pink in the face and sweaty, the lad of my desire reefing me up off the carpet in a disabling headlock, my skin pressed close against the warmth of his immaculate beige pecs and washboard torso- and I was defeated. Most definitely so. And now he had dragged down my jocks. My 43year old tool hung out there, beneath my modest paunch, limp and pathetic in front of his mates faces, who responded with derisory laughter.
I couldn't tell them, like I desperately wanted to right then, that that tackle had once been prime, sought after boy-meat. That twenty years ago, good money was forthcoming from photographers and older guys in general, just to see that schlong and maybe even get a whiff of the fine young arse the other side. No.
And even if I could tell them, what would that do but make me look even more pathetic and humiliated before the object of my lust? What was before them now was just a slightly saggy middle-aged guys dick.
The boys cheered again. The lad mercifully let me loose a moment. It was vanishingly brief. He bent me forward , my forehead touching the carpet, and gripped up my waist, pulling my ass into his groin. I felt his rock hard young dong through his shorts.
What the fuck?! Was he really going to...i mean, right here right now...in front of his mates??!!
"no Tommy!" I yelled (not actually resisting) "dont! Please! Not here!! Agghhh!!"
But my protests were in vain. He shoved his raging young schlong right into my greying manhole and began pounding away.
My face was red now as I roared in (pretended) objection. On and on -- the slapping and squelching of hot, wet flesh. Up stood the other lads and whipping out their boyos, they began jacking over my defeated, submissive head and shoulders.
"Yeah man, give it to him!" they jeered
"fuck, yeh! Take it bitch!!" grunted Tommy, slapping my quivering arse cheeks as he did. For my part, I got a hold of my (now blazing hard) cock and began jacking furiously.
"awwhhh! Tommy boy, give it to me!!.. etc.
Then, in a glorious moment and in almost perfect harmony, the boys soaked the head of the defeated and humiliated (and blissfully so) wretch before them with fountains of hot boy cream while they kissed in turn the beautiful victor and champion behind me who shot his load into me, panting in his sublime display of dominance.
Comments welcome at the above email address!