Chronicles of a Cockfighter
By BW Custom Stories
Cockfighting. The purest form of male vs male sexual combat. Whether it's a slapping sword fight to try and make your opponent go soft, or an erotic grinding to try and make him cum first. Either way it proves who has the stronger cock and who is the alpha male. I've been in several cockfights over the course of my life. I've won and lost one on one and in front of a crowd. This is the story of my fighting career to this point and how I became known as a cockfighter.
I was 18 years old and brand new in college. As a standout on the football field in high school, I was recruited hard by several colleges and finally decided on my destination. One of the powerhouse programs in the south and I was more than ready to get started. I knew I had my work cut out for me to see the field as a freshman, but I was determined to do so. After all, they didn't recruit me to ride the bench.
I had just finished my first spring practice in the blistering sun and everyone had moved to the showers as typical after practice. I chatted with a few of my teammates as we stripped down in the locker room and headed into the showers. I started soaping up in the large room as showers poured water rinsing off my sweat, dirt and grime along with several other players in the room.
Tyrone walked in the shower room and grabbed the shower next to mine. He was the alpha male of the team. A junior linebacker that was every bit of 6'4 and 245 pounds. He ruled the team and kept everyone in line, but it was all about respect for him. He demanded it, and he got it. We chatted a bit as we showered and then he looked at me and grinned.
"Come on rook. Time to initiate you."
"What are you talking about?"
"You'll see. Let's go."
I knew better than to say anything to Tyrone. His word was law on the football team and we all knew it. He called out to the rest of our teammates in a loud thunderous voice.
"Initiation time for the heralded rook! Circle up boys!"