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A young and upcoming boxer, that I hadn't yet met, had just transferred to train at our gym, and his trainer was out of the city on business. No one else wanted to help out at the late hour Tuesday night that the boxer was needing for the practice.

Begrudging, I agreed to help out. I met up with the guy after I had finished dinner, arriving at the small gym at about 9pm. Supposedly he worked an early morning shift at some big packing factory or something and this was the only time he had to train. I met him just outside the place, spotting him at the doorway. He was a big fellow, easily a heavyweight from what I could make out from the darkened silhouette. He was well covered in dark sweats, the old, well worn type boxers always had.

We shook hands and introduced ourselves. He dropped his name; Tyrell. He was a nice enough kid. I asked him his age as I unlocked the front door of the gym and moved inside. He told me he was 18, and I raised an eyebrow. We got ready for a practice bout which Id been instructed to help out with. I had seen enough years in boxing to be able to spar with him which is what he needed. Id been in boxing for about 5 years, starting seriously when I was around 18 years old.

I was no where the heavyweight Tyrell was, more the lighter weight, using my height and speed to my advantage. Tyrell was ready to lace on his gloves in a quick few minutes, stripping off his sweats down to a huge white singlet and a pair of black shorts with snaps down either legs.

I spotted him as the well off sort, recognizing them as the latest in a high priced sports fashion. Physically, he was BIG. Just over six foot tall, but his black body was very heavily developed for someone who was only And from the way his muscles bulged I could tell that it wasn't just all size. There was a lot of heavy weight and strength tensed under that smooth, dark skin. I helped him on with his black gloves, lacing them up tightly.

Our sparring started fairly much immediately after, as I slipped on some practice gloves. I was glad that he was a no nonsense type, dedicated and quick to get down to business. Since we entered the empty gym, he had barely paused to get himself into the ring. The first few rounds we just sparred lightly. Tyrell's footwork wasn't all bad for someone his size, bulk wise especially.

He managed to keep up with my own quick footwork pretty well. The young black was only hitting lightly in the first few rounds, but I was glad this was the only way and time Id see him in the ring with me.

I felt even those light blows sapping at my strength. After the first few, Tyrell had worked up a good sweat, more so than I had. We paused over in the corner of the ring, keeping to regulation times like it was a real match.

His singlet was clinging to his big body, the light sheening off those dark muscles. He pawed at the light white cloth a second, trying to snag it so he could get it off. Can you help me with this? Id spent my life developing my own style with my lightweight body, and quick foot, but I would have killed for a body like Tyrell's.

With his singlet off, I had a clear view of his torso. Big slabs of hard muscle. From that huge chest and shoulders. And those powerful abs that looked like they could absorb almost any blow. We stepped up on the next few rounds, and I started really working him out. I kept to my strengths, my speed and footwork. It was obvious that Tyrell wasn't used to that sort of speed, and I wasn't surprised.

He was a heavyweight. I danced around him, keeping it so that he at least still had a chance. The rounds started taking their toll on him. By the end of the fifth, he was panting heavily, and sweating real bad.

Tyrell dropped down onto his corner stool, as I grabbed up a towel to wipe off his face. He looked up at me with those dark eyes. You running me way too hard. I aint gonna be meeting no one like you in a ring man. I squirted a little into his mouth, sucking a little down myself before squirting some on his big chest and shoulders. I obliged him, tugging a little at his shorts and squirting a little water down their front. I heard the deep sigh, putting the bottle down and preparing fro the next round.

Tyrell didn't get up. We gotta get back into the ring. Gimme some more water there. I could see them clinging around his groin where the water was starting to get them very wet. I tried not to look at him there, although it was next to impossible to notice how big he was between the legs.

I was a little worried now, cause I had no idea what he was talking about. He nodded downwards with his head, putting his big arms up on the corner ropes. Hows about we workout a different way this round? Even though his hints were pretty blunt. I had never had anyone proposition me like this before, and Id certainly never really been interested in guys before. His next line got my attention instantly, and I didn't need much to work out what he had ment.

I could use it man. I stammered a bit, blushing really badly. Well, as good as a black guy could. I told him quickly, more in defense than anything, that I didn't really know if I was interested. He returned with that big grin of his. I can tell you aint. How the heck did he know?!

Was it something I was saying or doing? I'll show you through it man. I found myself in two minds. I didn't want to do it. Tyrell was a GUY. I wasn't like that! But at the same time, my completely virgin self was finding the idea of looking another guy over sexually interesting. I was suddenly curious, wondering in my mind a million things. In my indecision I just stood there, my eyes low, hearing my heart pounding in my ears, and Tyrell's heavy breathing. Something about that must have said something to the huge black kid, who acted as if I had just told him I would.

He spoke to me in that deep, low tone. Just get my shorts open a bit, aiight? Tyrell opened up his huge legs, and suddenly I felt like he was my whole world. He was so huge and hot and on my knees in front of him, I could see or sense nothing else. Somehow I choked back my inhibitions as my curiosity lifted my hand to the snaps at the top of his shorts, right at his hip.

I popped them open, the expensive shorts loosening suddenly. I couldn't help noticing the huge bulge that had risen in his lap, and then couldn't tear my eyes off it. I was nothing short of intimidated as I tugged at more of the snaps, loosening the shorts right up.

We'll take it slow bro. Now, just tug em open. I saw the sudden shock of black pubic hair there, then his huge male organ, just as jet black and way darker than his skin. It nestled there like some massive black snake, still indescribably large in an only partly aroused state. I suddenly, strangely, felt my own penis reach full mast. Just do whatever you wanna do to it. We can take it slow.

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A young and upcoming boxer, that I hadn't yet met, had just transferred to train at our gym, and his trainer was out of the city on business. No one else wanted to help out at the late hour Tuesday night that the boxer was needing for the practice. Begrudging, I agreed to help out. I met up with the guy after I had finished dinner, arriving at the small gym at about 9pm. Supposedly he worked an early morning shift at some big packing factory or something and this was the only time he had to train.

I met him just outside the place, spotting him at the doorway. He was a big fellow, easily a heavyweight from what I could make out from the darkened silhouette. He was well covered in dark sweats, the old, well worn type boxers always had. We shook hands and introduced ourselves. He dropped his name; Tyrell. He was a nice enough kid.

I asked him his age as I unlocked the front door of the gym and moved inside. He told me he was 18, and I raised an eyebrow. We got ready for a practice bout which Id been instructed to help out with. I had seen enough years in boxing to be able to spar with him which is what he needed. Id been in boxing for about 5 years, starting seriously when I was around 18 years old. I was no where the heavyweight Tyrell was, more the lighter weight, using my height and speed to my advantage.

Tyrell was ready to lace on his gloves in a quick few minutes, stripping off his sweats down to a huge white singlet and a pair of black shorts with snaps down either legs. I spotted him as the well off sort, recognizing them as the latest in a high priced sports fashion. Physically, he was BIG. Just over six foot tall, but his black body was very heavily developed for someone who was only And from the way his muscles bulged I could tell that it wasn't just all size.

There was a lot of heavy weight and strength tensed under that smooth, dark skin. I helped him on with his black gloves, lacing them up tightly.

Our sparring started fairly much immediately after, as I slipped on some practice gloves. I was glad that he was a no nonsense type, dedicated and quick to get down to business. Since we entered the empty gym, he had barely paused to get himself into the ring. The first few rounds we just sparred lightly. Tyrell's footwork wasn't all bad for someone his size, bulk wise especially. He managed to keep up with my own quick footwork pretty well.

The young black was only hitting lightly in the first few rounds, but I was glad this was the only way and time Id see him in the ring with me. I felt even those light blows sapping at my strength. After the first few, Tyrell had worked up a good sweat, more so than I had.

We paused over in the corner of the ring, keeping to regulation times like it was a real match. His singlet was clinging to his big body, the light sheening off those dark muscles. He pawed at the light white cloth a second, trying to snag it so he could get it off. Can you help me with this? Id spent my life developing my own style with my lightweight body, and quick foot, but I would have killed for a body like Tyrell's.

With his singlet off, I had a clear view of his torso. Big slabs of hard muscle. From that huge chest and shoulders.

And those powerful abs that looked like they could absorb almost any blow. We stepped up on the next few rounds, and I started really working him out. I kept to my strengths, my speed and footwork. It was obvious that Tyrell wasn't used to that sort of speed, and I wasn't surprised.

He was a heavyweight. I danced around him, keeping it so that he at least still had a chance. The rounds started taking their toll on him. By the end of the fifth, he was panting heavily, and sweating real bad. Tyrell dropped down onto his corner stool, as I grabbed up a towel to wipe off his face. He looked up at me with those dark eyes.

You running me way too hard. I aint gonna be meeting no one like you in a ring man. I squirted a little into his mouth, sucking a little down myself before squirting some on his big chest and shoulders. I obliged him, tugging a little at his shorts and squirting a little water down their front. I heard the deep sigh, putting the bottle down and preparing fro the next round. Tyrell didn't get up. We gotta get back into the ring. Gimme some more water there. I could see them clinging around his groin where the water was starting to get them very wet.

I tried not to look at him there, although it was next to impossible to notice how big he was between the legs. I was a little worried now, cause I had no idea what he was talking about. He nodded downwards with his head, putting his big arms up on the corner ropes. Hows about we workout a different way this round? Even though his hints were pretty blunt. I had never had anyone proposition me like this before, and Id certainly never really been interested in guys before.

His next line got my attention instantly, and I didn't need much to work out what he had ment. I could use it man. I stammered a bit, blushing really badly. Well, as good as a black guy could. I told him quickly, more in defense than anything, that I didn't really know if I was interested. He returned with that big grin of his. I can tell you aint. How the heck did he know?! Was it something I was saying or doing? I'll show you through it man. I found myself in two minds.

I didn't want to do it. Tyrell was a GUY. I wasn't like that! But at the same time, my completely virgin self was finding the idea of looking another guy over sexually interesting. I was suddenly curious, wondering in my mind a million things. In my indecision I just stood there, my eyes low, hearing my heart pounding in my ears, and Tyrell's heavy breathing. Something about that must have said something to the huge black kid, who acted as if I had just told him I would.

He spoke to me in that deep, low tone. Just get my shorts open a bit, aiight? Tyrell opened up his huge legs, and suddenly I felt like he was my whole world. He was so huge and hot and on my knees in front of him, I could see or sense nothing else. Somehow I choked back my inhibitions as my curiosity lifted my hand to the snaps at the top of his shorts, right at his hip.

I popped them open, the expensive shorts loosening suddenly. I couldn't help noticing the huge bulge that had risen in his lap, and then couldn't tear my eyes off it. I was nothing short of intimidated as I tugged at more of the snaps, loosening the shorts right up.

We'll take it slow bro. Now, just tug em open. I saw the sudden shock of black pubic hair there, then his huge male organ, just as jet black and way darker than his skin.

It nestled there like some massive black snake, still indescribably large in an only partly aroused state. I suddenly, strangely, felt my own penis reach full mast. Just do whatever you wanna do to it. We can take it slow.

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  1. Supposedly he worked an early morning shift at some big packing factory or something and this was the only time he had to train. It hardened more, but was still far from erect. I was a little worried now, cause I had no idea what he was talking about.

  2. He was well covered in dark sweats, the old, well worn type boxers always had. Big slabs of hard muscle. No one else wanted to help out at the late hour Tuesday night that the boxer was needing for the practice.

  3. I obliged him, tugging a little at his shorts and squirting a little water down their front. I eased back off him, suddenly realising how much I was panting and sweating.

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