I thought about Terry's interest in watching me box and decided it would probably be hot. I texted him in the morning and told him that I liked the idea. He was thrilled. I said he could meet me there after I lifted weights and gave him the address. A few minutes later he texted about more pressing needs....
"Kelly, now you've got me all horny about watching you box later today.... Can I please come over to suck you off? I know you want to get to the gym soon and promise I won't keep you too long."
"OK, now I'm getting horny just thinking about you watching me in the ring, so you better come over."
Terry opened my door a few minutes later and knowing I was on a tight schedule he was very business like. I stood nude near the warm fireplace when he arrived. He quickly removed his little yoga outfit and came to me. I loved how he was so serious and very focused. He lustfully went to work on my body. He moaned a lot but didn't say anything, and I didn't either. There was no question he was desperate for lots of cum.
In a way he was more stimulating like this because he communicated his urges for my body through his actions. He was so cute when he flexed his own little biceps, communicating that he wanted me to flex mine, which I did. He was licking, kissing, and smelling my muscles as I flexed for him. My body was warm from the fireplace heat and getting a little sweaty from flexing so hard. At one point he was rubbing his little turned up nose on my big chest and then moved it over to my big flexing bicep, alternating kissing it, and then sniffing it. He rubbed his nose across a massive popped out vein at the center of the bulging bicep and followed it into my smelly armpit. My underarm was perfectly smooth and framed in heavy slabs of muscle. He buried his face into it and took in deep breaths through his cute nose as he continued to feel up very big hard muscle. It made his tiny penis drip gel on my big thigh as he lightly humped it.
The sexiest part was when he lifted his face from the ultra-muscular pit and looked me in the eyes. He gave me a nasty little smile and then dove right back in, his arms wrapped on my back, pulling his little body into mine. He stayed on it for a long time, pushing his cute little nose around it, desperate for more super concentrated stud scent. Then he remembered his promise about not keeping me too long and dropped to his knees, knowing there was a different, more musky, and even more powerful scent awaiting him.
It was as if he was starving and my giant cock was his only source of nourishment. He was clearly feeling more comfortable with me and was getting more slutty and nasty with each of our sessions. His super-lustful actions were too overpowering and looking down on his delicate little body, I exploded violently.
This time, instead of directly sucking me off, he took his mouth off my big cock and used both hands to pump rope after rope of rich creamy wad all over his face and perky little tits. He looked up at the clock, saw it was getting late, and quickly consumed sperm with his hands and fingers. I watched the show in disbelief of just how much thick, rich cum he can consume. To top it off, after finishing up almost all of my voluminous spunk, he reached out his index finger to my big-muscled thigh and scooped up several little droplets of his penis gel, then brought his finger to his mouth and licked it off. He kept looking up at me just like a little slutty girl would.
I got dressed and departed for my weightlifting session after making sure he knew how to get to the boxing gym, and he kissed me goodbye. His loving kiss left some moist sperm on my lips, and he said, "I can't wait to watch you punch other guys."
While I was lifting weights, I thought about dramatically changing what I normally wore at the boxing gym. My normal attire consisted of baggy sweat pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt. This was certainly consistent with my previous shyness. I didn't want my boxing workout to be about my body, and I wanted to avoid anyone ogling me when I boxed. But now I was starting to really enjoy showing off my body. Not only that, but the fact that Terry would be there watching me made it an easy decision to expose myself and really show off. I had a super nice workout and then drove to the boxing gym.
When I got there it was a little early and Terry hadn't arrived yet. There were only about eight guys at the gym, all hard-core boxers, training hard. They were never very friendly but treated me with respect because I tried hard and I could hit with tremendous power. They knew I was there to improve my body composition, not to be a professional boxer.
I went to my locker and changed from my weight lifting sweats into my boxing shoes and a tight pair of shorts that were stretchy and went about a third of the way down my big thighs. My upper body was shirtless and seemed to look even more muscular in my little shorts. I didn't care that my cock and balls created a extremely massive bulge in my shorts. It protruded significantly, all heavily rounded and unevenly lumpy. It looked like the stretchy fabric was over-straining to hold the dense meaty contents. My body was still pumped up and a little sweaty. I taped up my fists and went out into the main gym area.
Guys were looking at me in awe. They'd never seen anything like it. Now they knew what I'd been covering up for several years. One of the more outgoing boxers said, "Holy crap dude, you're one big muscled up mother fucker!"
I actually liked them looking at me. Several got a good view of my massive bulge and couldn't stop themselves from focusing on it. It felt so refreshing and erotic to display myself proudly in this semi-public setting.
Then I saw Terry enter the door and he looked a little scared and intimidated. I went to him right away and gave him a quick kiss. I wanted everyone to know he was with me. Terry really appreciated the jester. It was apparent that the guys assumed he was a she, and I could see why. He wore a stylish yellow sleeveless dress with blue buttons down the entire front. The dress fit tightly on his little curvy body. His short blond hair was perfectly done and looked great with the sexy yellow dress.
Terry looked me over with pride in his eyes, so everyone would notice how infatuated he was with me. Then he rubbed the top of his index finger under his little turned up nose to acknowledge he could smell my big muscled up body. I took him over to a seat near the boxing ring and he gave me a little hug and kissed my chest. At that point I walked over the heavy bag and started punching it with combinations while increasing the power more and more. Eventually I was pounding it with almost full power. The heavy bag wobbled and jumped around from my powerful fists. Loud popping noises emanated from the impact. it was as if a sledgehammer was crushing the bag. Terry was transfixed watching my display of ungodly strength and power. He loved it and was getting increasingly turned on.
I could feel my enormous bulge bouncing heavily every time my fists hit the bag. I turned slightly so Terry could get a better view of the giant bouncing bulge. I was getting a new, even bigger muscle pump from all the exertion. Veins were popping, and a new layer of sweat started to cover my oily-looking body. I just loved showing off my extreme manliness for him.
At that point one of the guys I've spared with in the past came over and motioned me up to the ring. He was an arrogant boxer and a very muscular heavyweight at about the same height as me. His muscular development was not as extreme as mine, but at 230 pounds of big, hard, lean muscle, he was very impressive. My 290-pound frame made him look smaller than he really was, at least to the untrained eye. His name was Cliff and he was faster than me and a better boxer. I'd seen him beat up a few guys real bad and heard talk about a few others he basically totally destroyed. We started slow and he said, "You've got way too much muscle mass to be a good fighter."
