Theme boy~ Cafe_part_2

Reaching a draw in a sexual contest once again was infuriating. Both called in sick the next day, as Olly had texted Dylan an address that morning. They met at a boxing ring owned by Olly’s friend. “You want to box?” Dylan scoffed, walking around the ring. He hoped his uncaring tone would cover up the fact that he had no idea how to box. He worried Oliver did know, hence the challenge, but he refused to back down from the boy he hated. “I just want to kick your ass.” Oliver sniffed back, trying to sound more confident than he felt. While he watched his friends box, he had no idea how to do it himself. He knew from treating their wounds how much damage it could do, and it was worth the risk to get to punish his rival. They each found gloves and climbed in the ring. It became clear that neither had actual boxing gear. Uncertain for a minute, Oliver began to strip. Dylan noticed and refused to be left behind, so he disrobed as well. Soon, both boys were naked. They walked into the center of the ring, and now neither could hide their nerves over what was about to happen. Once they got close, however, they say the pale, smooth skin of their naked opponent. They looked like twins from the neck down. This made them both mad, which was helpful. With growls, the two began to throw punches. They each missed their opening volley, or their shots bounced off of the other’s gloves. Bother were surprised at how light their gloves were, and it made them more determined to sink them into the other’s body. Dylan struck first, his glove connecting with Olly’s chest with a thud. Olly chirped out in pain, and swung for Dylan’s belly. Dylan managed to jump back, but didn’t move his entire body and the glove swung up to hit him in the chin. He shouted with pain and stumbled back. They glared at each other, circling cautiously. As the gym was empty, no one had turned on the air conditioning. The boys already felt hot and sticky. They stepped into the middle again and circled each other slowly. They started punching again, their gloves making banging noises as they hit the other’s gloves, and occasional thumping noises as they hit one another in the body. The longer they fought the brave and stupider they were. Soon, they were trading series of blows with one another. Olly punched Dylan’s temple, Dylan punched Olly’s cheek, Olly punched Dylan’s side, Dylan punched Olly’s navel. They roared as they swung gloves at the other. They began using clinches to try and control one another. More than once, a vicious slugfest broke out, where both would hold the other close with one hand and fire punch after punch with the other. They first time they had each other hugged in with one arm, and both used their free arm to hammer fists into the belly and side of their foe. The next time they grabbed each other by the back of the head, and proceeded to hit one another again and again in the face. Most brutal of all, they grabbed one another by the balls with their boxing gloved hands. During this tug of war, they punched wildly at whatever they could reach with their other hands. It was pure brutality, and their faces were bruised and covered in agony. The two boxing bitch boys punched the absolute hell out of each other. Both were black and blue, bloody and tearing up, as they thudded inexperienced, untrained fists wildly. Defense had never factored in their quests to hurt one another, and thus neither even thought to guard or parry, regardless of not having the technique to do it well. They clinched frequently, but tried to keep their dicks apart. Neither wanted to be forced to cum by the opposing fiend again after spending the night scrubbing their cum off of Mr. Kyle’s prize new bras. Seeing they were, somehow, now hard, they only clinched to try and control the fight and give more punches than they took. They warred in the boxing ring without rounds until the two had punched each other into piles of panting, hurting flesh. They lunged one last time, cracking each other under the jaw, and both went down. They later woke up, naked and cold. They then fought in the shower where they had gone to warm up. Each grabbed the other’s hair with one hand and cock with the other, and they pulled one another around under the spray until they came. They each screamed, echoing off the tile walls, as their loads splashed on their bruised bodies. The shower washed away their tears and cum, but once again nothing was settled.