This is fucking hot and there was no" throbbing dick, loads of cum, etc.. It was a REAL FIGHT. And that it ends with simple, masculine hug make it a superb REAL ending.
Awesome "coming of age" story, thanks! Reminds me of the first time I picked up a pair of boxing gloves and put them on at age 13. Absolutely ELECTRIC feeling. Too bad it took me til my 40's/50's to act on it!
What a stunning piece of prose writing! I am amazed how the erotic significance of everything that happened to the author has engraved it so clearly in his memory to be able to retell it in such a detailed and vivid way. It was gripping from start to finish - a wonderful piece of storytelling. My thanks to the author for the enjoyment it gave me reading it. In a way, I was sorry when it ended.
Very hot story mate, reminds me of the first time I put on a pair of practice gloves I found alone in the gym. The smell of the leather and the feel of the gloves on my hands got me hard even as I was putting them on. I never got the change to duke it out with someone like you, but I still remember the feel of my own punches hitting hard in my gut, the rush of excitement, and the thumping of my heart in my ears as I tried a few hits to my hard and throbbing rod.
My first experience with fighting was by happenstance at the age of 16ā¦
I was raised a Midwestern kid Northwest of Chicago near the Fox Riverā¦on that river we (the gang in my area) boated and water skied everyday from spring to late fallā¦the only times we did not go out on the river was during heavy rain and lightning stormsā¦this happened while waiting out one of those stormsā¦
We (half a dozen guys) were waiting out the storm in this old style garage near the river..the garage was owned by one of the guys fathers and was located in the back yard of their Bar which was butted up alongside the riverā¦The garage was old even then, and had a grey gravel floor, it had two large doors that swung opened to a gravel drive way that ran through a grass yard and the doors were generally latched open and kind of served as a hang out for us river rats when the weather was badā¦Inside the garage were lots of furniture related to the bar including a long length of the original bar which was shoved up against a wall, there were several boxes stacked around on the ground, and various pieces of junk associated with the bar scatter around, and the center of the garage area was open and as it turned out, made for a nice little ring with the exception of the chunky grey gavel floor..
On this particular day while waiting out a lighting storm, some of the guys got into the boxes and in a little while came across some really old, really used, old style brown boxing gloves, probably 6 or 8 ozā¦ I do not remember exactly as I was not even aware at the time of the difference in sizes, but they were pretty small so I would guess that they were probably old school 6oz glovesā¦at first everyone was clowning around pulling them on and off and playing like boxersā¦However, when I first touched the gloves it was like an eclectic shock of eroticism went through me and I had no idea what just happened or whyā¦ All I knew was I liked it and I was not clowning around, I was turned onā¦as some of the other guys were still being stupid playing the boxer role, I noticed one of the other guys looking at the gloves in a more interested wayā¦at that point nothing was said and the gloves were forgotten for awhileā¦
As the weather cleared we ran on down to our boats and were getting ready to blast off for some new adventureā¦but then I noticed the guy that had a similar reaction to the gloves as I did kind of looking at meā¦so as everyone else took off, I stayed behind with this guy and we sat on the pier we started to talkā¦and what we talked about was those glovesā¦after a little while the talk about the gloves went from the weird feelings we had about the gloves to using the glovesā¦and about boxing each otherā¦ Soon it went for talk to action as we went back up to the garage to boxā¦
It was mid day but grey and dingy with low hanging clouds and the air was stillā¦it was hot and humid with a humid mist from the rain still hanging in the air and the occasional rain showers still came and went every few minutesā¦
So once we got back to the garage we dug out the gloves again and excitedly and nervously pulled off our shirtsā¦Once we got our shirts off and the gloves on we were already shiny with sweat from the heat and humidityā¦then we moved in front of each other and got ready to fightā¦so that was the scene two skinny kids with blue jeans hanging off of our waists facing each other with these old rat boxing gloves and having absolutely no idea of what we were doing, except that we were going to do itā¦
So with no mouth guards, no time keeping method, fighting in gravel, and no idea of how to fight, we started to swing at each otherā¦
The sound of the gravel grinding beneath our feet as we moved around was noticeable, even louder than my heart was poundingā¦at first our punches were wild and rapid with no one hitting anything but airā¦as our breathing started to pick up we both started to slow down and think about what we trying to doā¦we backed away from each other and instinctively started jabbing with our leftsā¦soon contact was being made and few involuntary unnnss were heard as the leather started to find its mark against our facesā¦our punches were landing now and we settled into more of a give and take fightā¦still no power or style, but we were fighting and I was intoxicatedā¦
The first time we came together in a clinch going flat belly to flat belly I felt this stir in me and wanted to cumā¦but that was short lived as he pushed me away and threw and landed the first telling blow of the fight ,catching me square in the left jaw boneā¦I saw a flash of white for a second as I rolled to the right and backwardā¦he followed throwing punches into my belly, ribs, and face as fast as he could all the way across the roomā¦I slammed into a wall and bounced off, turning right back into my opponent and a soon as I was facing him I was punched four times in the jaw with swinging lefts and rights and smashed backwards into a wall again, I was in trouble, leaning back into the wall for support and half doubled over in pain, exhaustion, and trying to keep my balance as my head swum in dizzying circles, I was ripe to be knocked out cold, but he backed away letting me out of the spot I was inā¦I am not sure to this day if it was sportsman ship or he punched himself out punching me into the wallā¦
It is probably a good time to point out that while there was a lot of punching in this fight, and a lot of blows were landed to both heads and bellies, that neither of us knew how to fight or how to throw or deliver punches or had the strength to really hurt one another, so while being hit in the face and belly still hurt and even drew blood, it was not power that finally ended this fight it was the accumulation of punches and physical exhaustion that finally ended it..back to the fight..
He was back in the center of the floor as I shook off the assaultā¦I pulled myself together, straighten up and brought my gloves upā¦I could taste this metallic taste in my mouth which was new to me, and felt a fair amount of this warm liquid running out of my mouth and down my chinā¦I got back to the center of the floor an circled not too anxious to get into that again, at least until the room stopped spinningā¦I could feel more warm liquid running down onto my chest and it finally occurred to me that I was cut, my first cut lipā¦
I ignored it, but it made me mad and I wanted to hurt him to and wanted to draw blood from him, which in retrospect was not a great idea ā¦so as I came back into fighting range I was targeting his mouth and noseā¦so in only a few minutes I had gone from a wild kid throwing punches everywhere to a controlled fighter of sortsā¦
We circled and I went in leading with my left and tagging him on his nose and making him backup, as I moved in to follow him, he stopped his retreat with a upper cut into my un-tensed belly. landing right below my breast bone and square into my solar plexus which stopped me in my tracks and I doubled over as the wind gasped out of lungs in a loud, uuunnnnnn as I doubled over from the stabbing pain in my belly and grabbing my belly instinctively, as my head went down he hammered me right in the center of my left ear with a swinging right cross power punch that dropped me into the gravel face downā¦
I was dazed and there was this humming in my ear as I rolled onto my back clutching my throbbing belly, the gravel digging into my back and piercing my skin like little razors in a few placesā¦my head was swimming as I rolled back onto my belly and pushed myself upā¦I could see his legs standing there waiting for me to get upā¦so I swung myself around and got up moving away from himā¦once I was up, I shook off the last few blows, wiped away some of the blood and put up my fistsā¦we started to exchange punches, thud, smack, thud, smack, smack unnn ennn thud thud..uunnn, the sounds of the fight were amazing as sweat and blood sprayed as the punches landedā¦and I could hear the gravel moving and the volume of our breathing increasingā¦I charged into him pummeling my fists towards his face and without even knowing what I had done, I had caught him flat footed, and scored some good punches to his face and jaw, and he went backwards and flying into a stack of boxes and bounced off and slammed face down into the gravel on his bare belly with a thud and loud uuunnnā¦I thought I knocked him out, but he was just stunned and I could see his shoulder blades starting to move as he weakly started to put his hands under him to push himself back upā¦I was going crazy in my head with excitementā¦
Once he was up, I closed in on him, and since that last whirlwind of punches worked out so well I went for it again, just throwing punches anywhere his face was, and he fought back, but again I nailed him, cracking him hard on the nose and put him down again with another thud flat on his backā¦he laid there stretched out with his belly heaving showing his ribs and belly muscles clearlyā¦this time he stayed there a little longer and I admired my handy workā¦I watched as a small stream of sweat ran into is belly button and pooled up and ran out again down into his jeans, and I could see he now had a bloody nose as the blood ran down both sides of his face... he was down on his back for a good fifteen seconds before he got back up, and his nose was pouring blood in a thick stream of bloodā¦I was so hotā¦
He took his time getting set to start again and this time he stayed away from me and circled and jabbedā¦I could see the blood all over his face and running down his belly mixing in with the sweatā¦we started to punch again but he was protecting himself so I could not get into my now patented Mixmaster punchingā¦I threw some punches that he knocked away and he hit me a few times in the jaw..I got in a few hits to his faceā¦more thudding and smacking and thudding and smacking sounds along with the involuntary eeennnss and uuunnnssā¦between my cut up lip, which by now had been hit several more times and had opened up even more and was streaming blood, and his massive bloody nose, as the head punches were landing, they were splattering and spraying blood and sweat everywhereā¦It was messy and I was really turned onā¦
After several back and forth and give and take punches, he caught me with a hard swinging right to the jaw and I started to back upā¦he followed and, kept punching me in the head driving me back into and old bar that was stored there, and I wound up hung up on the bar like ropes in a boxing ring, with my elbows hooked up over the top of the bar with my hands spread out holding myself up, I was stunned and half out and thankful the bar was there to hold me up, sort ofā¦at that point he drove in and hammered my exposed and unprotected belly with punch after punchā¦my first reaction was to get off of that barā¦but I really liked the sexual feeling and turn on of being clubbed and punched in the belly and ribs, especially the blows below my belly button were really a turn onā¦so I hung on to the bar and let him beat my belly until a series of blows and uppercuts to the solar plexus finally doubled me overā¦
As I pulled away from the bar he rained down some more punches to my head and dropped me to the gravel floorā¦I wound up on my knees and stayed there for a minute watching my own blood stream down to the ground and pool up in the gravel which was in its own way kind of weird turn on, but I was also erotically turned on and enjoying the dull throbbing pain in my gutā¦
When I got back to my feet and facing him it was almost shocking how much blood he was covered inā¦I am sure that I looked the same, but it was still shocking to see the blood and sweat all mixed and smeared around in streaks and smears and streams of bloodā¦
Immediately he went after me throwing jabs into my faceā¦I tried to counter but he got in a really good right uppercut that put me back up against that bar hard, and after I hit the bar I kind of hung there for a few second as they lights dimmed and I lost my ability to stand and slowly slid down the barā¦I wound up sitting on my ass with my back against the bar but conscious and the room spinning a little and my jaw was really getting sore and swollenā¦I took my time getting back to my feetā¦
I shook off the last punches and kind of got my second wind and has he came back in for the attack I just waited and ducked a few punches, (I was learning how to fight) and saw his unprotected sweaty bloody and well muscled belly so I unloaded a big punch right into the middle of his belly that doubled him overā¦I started to punch the top of his head and that made him rise up and I hit him as hard as I could in the jaw and that drove him outside, through the two garage doors and into the gravel driveway on his back sliding in the gravelā¦I went out after himā¦it was raining againā¦he rolled off the gravel onto the wet grass of the yard and I waited for him to get to his feetā¦
The rain felt good, but the mist and the humidity were stiflingā¦once he got back up, neither of us was in too much of hurry to reengageā¦we took a minute or so to pull ourselves togetherā¦that is when I figured out that I was now bleeding from the nose alsoā¦
As we started to come together, the yard was soaked with rain and there was some standing water which made things mushy and hard to move around so our activity was mostly punching each other back and forth for a little while, finally I started to feel his punches and took to going backwards to stay away from his fistsā¦he followed me and knocked me into a chain fence in the back of the property..He pummeled me up against the fence working on my belly and uppercuts to my head, I almost went down but was able to slip out from under him, but as I turned back to face him he hit me three or four times in the jaw with lefts and fights and I went skidding through the grass in a spray of muddy water on my back and was all but outā¦as he walked up to me I could see through my foggy vision and the rain and mist in the air, that his gloves hanging by his side..it was an awesome remarkable sight to see him standing over me like a giant, his bare chest heaving and in the mist and rain, and I could see streams of water and blood dripping from his glovesā¦
As he stood over me and in the mist of the rain and in the fog in my brain everything was in slow motion, he kicked me in the ribs a few times to see if I was conscious..Seeing that I was, he sat down onto my chest, my arms sprayed out and trapped under his knees...
Then sat forward and he position himself on my chest, used his gloved hand to make sure my jaw was pointing straight up and just starting throwing lefts and rights into my head until I blacked outā¦and I was out coldā¦everything went darkā¦he left me there flat on my back, out cold, in the rain and bleedingā¦
when I came to I was stretched out on my back in the rain in the watery grass, Hardly able to see through swollen eyes, trying to breath though the blood in my mouth and noseā¦My fight buddy came back when I started to come to and was standing over me again admiring his handy workā¦he finally helped me up and we went back into the garage and found some rages and kind of cleaned ourselves up as best we could and sat down in the door way of the garage and just sat there for a little while without saying much, mostly trying to stop the bleedingā¦once all of that was under control and I started to breath better, he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him in kind of a congratulation hug and I put my arms around his shoulders and hugged him backā¦so that was my first fight, the first time I was knocked out cold, and the first time I was bloodied up, and the first time I got my gut worked over and all at the same timeā¦ and as It turned out, that was just the beginning for meā¦
KnockOutBoy (0)
2/11/2022 3:58 PMGreat story.
Mutz (0)
6/12/2014 11:14 AMA truly wonderful story, it's a shame he's a past member. Could not help wondering what other excellent tales he has to regale us with
BOXERMAN (39)
5/01/2011 3:04 AMThis is fucking hot and there was no" throbbing dick, loads of cum, etc.. It was a REAL FIGHT. And that it ends with simple, masculine hug make it a superb REAL ending.
colwrestle (7)
8/20/2014 12:48 PM(In reply to this)
Yeas sometimes nothing but a real fight with a mate will do. Man hug at the end is essential though to ensure a second bout..
mdbxrwrslr (19 )
1/18/2011 4:20 AMAwesome "coming of age" story, thanks! Reminds me of the first time I picked up a pair of boxing gloves and put them on at age 13. Absolutely ELECTRIC feeling. Too bad it took me til my 40's/50's to act on it!
donphoenix (13)
10/13/2010 2:29 AMWhat a stunning piece of prose writing! I am amazed how the erotic significance of everything that happened to the author has engraved it so clearly in his memory to be able to retell it in such a detailed and vivid way. It was gripping from start to finish - a wonderful piece of storytelling. My thanks to the author for the enjoyment it gave me reading it. In a way, I was sorry when it ended.
wrapme (0)
10/07/2010 10:11 AMVery hot story mate, reminds me of the first time I put on a pair of practice gloves I found alone in the gym. The smell of the leather and the feel of the gloves on my hands got me hard even as I was putting them on. I never got the change to duke it out with someone like you, but I still remember the feel of my own punches hitting hard in my gut, the rush of excitement, and the thumping of my heart in my ears as I tried a few hits to my hard and throbbing rod.
fightguy (18)
9/28/2010 3:10 PMGood story...wish I'd been there!
FighterBoy92 (0)
9/24/2010 10:07 PMcool story mate
bifighter (0)
9/24/2010 7:50 PMMy first experience with fighting was by happenstance at the age of 16ā¦
I was raised a Midwestern kid Northwest of Chicago near the Fox Riverā¦on that river we (the gang in my area) boated and water skied everyday from spring to late fallā¦the only times we did not go out on the river was during heavy rain and lightning stormsā¦this happened while waiting out one of those stormsā¦
We (half a dozen guys) were waiting out the storm in this old style garage near the river..the garage was owned by one of the guys fathers and was located in the back yard of their Bar which was butted up alongside the riverā¦The garage was old even then, and had a grey gravel floor, it had two large doors that swung opened to a gravel drive way that ran through a grass yard and the doors were generally latched open and kind of served as a hang out for us river rats when the weather was badā¦Inside the garage were lots of furniture related to the bar including a long length of the original bar which was shoved up against a wall, there were several boxes stacked around on the ground, and various pieces of junk associated with the bar scatter around, and the center of the garage area was open and as it turned out, made for a nice little ring with the exception of the chunky grey gavel floor..
On this particular day while waiting out a lighting storm, some of the guys got into the boxes and in a little while came across some really old, really used, old style brown boxing gloves, probably 6 or 8 ozā¦ I do not remember exactly as I was not even aware at the time of the difference in sizes, but they were pretty small so I would guess that they were probably old school 6oz glovesā¦at first everyone was clowning around pulling them on and off and playing like boxersā¦However, when I first touched the gloves it was like an eclectic shock of eroticism went through me and I had no idea what just happened or whyā¦ All I knew was I liked it and I was not clowning around, I was turned onā¦as some of the other guys were still being stupid playing the boxer role, I noticed one of the other guys looking at the gloves in a more interested wayā¦at that point nothing was said and the gloves were forgotten for awhileā¦
As the weather cleared we ran on down to our boats and were getting ready to blast off for some new adventureā¦but then I noticed the guy that had a similar reaction to the gloves as I did kind of looking at meā¦so as everyone else took off, I stayed behind with this guy and we sat on the pier we started to talkā¦and what we talked about was those glovesā¦after a little while the talk about the gloves went from the weird feelings we had about the gloves to using the glovesā¦and about boxing each otherā¦ Soon it went for talk to action as we went back up to the garage to boxā¦
It was mid day but grey and dingy with low hanging clouds and the air was stillā¦it was hot and humid with a humid mist from the rain still hanging in the air and the occasional rain showers still came and went every few minutesā¦
So once we got back to the garage we dug out the gloves again and excitedly and nervously pulled off our shirtsā¦Once we got our shirts off and the gloves on we were already shiny with sweat from the heat and humidityā¦then we moved in front of each other and got ready to fightā¦so that was the scene two skinny kids with blue jeans hanging off of our waists facing each other with these old rat boxing gloves and having absolutely no idea of what we were doing, except that we were going to do itā¦
So with no mouth guards, no time keeping method, fighting in gravel, and no idea of how to fight, we started to swing at each otherā¦
The sound of the gravel grinding beneath our feet as we moved around was noticeable, even louder than my heart was poundingā¦at first our punches were wild and rapid with no one hitting anything but airā¦as our breathing started to pick up we both started to slow down and think about what we trying to doā¦we backed away from each other and instinctively started jabbing with our leftsā¦soon contact was being made and few involuntary unnnss were heard as the leather started to find its mark against our facesā¦our punches were landing now and we settled into more of a give and take fightā¦still no power or style, but we were fighting and I was intoxicatedā¦
The first time we came together in a clinch going flat belly to flat belly I felt this stir in me and wanted to cumā¦but that was short lived as he pushed me away and threw and landed the first telling blow of the fight ,catching me square in the left jaw boneā¦I saw a flash of white for a second as I rolled to the right and backwardā¦he followed throwing punches into my belly, ribs, and face as fast as he could all the way across the roomā¦I slammed into a wall and bounced off, turning right back into my opponent and a soon as I was facing him I was punched four times in the jaw with swinging lefts and rights and smashed backwards into a wall again, I was in trouble, leaning back into the wall for support and half doubled over in pain, exhaustion, and trying to keep my balance as my head swum in dizzying circles, I was ripe to be knocked out cold, but he backed away letting me out of the spot I was inā¦I am not sure to this day if it was sportsman ship or he punched himself out punching me into the wallā¦
It is probably a good time to point out that while there was a lot of punching in this fight, and a lot of blows were landed to both heads and bellies, that neither of us knew how to fight or how to throw or deliver punches or had the strength to really hurt one another, so while being hit in the face and belly still hurt and even drew blood, it was not power that finally ended this fight it was the accumulation of punches and physical exhaustion that finally ended it..back to the fight..
He was back in the center of the floor as I shook off the assaultā¦I pulled myself together, straighten up and brought my gloves upā¦I could taste this metallic taste in my mouth which was new to me, and felt a fair amount of this warm liquid running out of my mouth and down my chinā¦I got back to the center of the floor an circled not too anxious to get into that again, at least until the room stopped spinningā¦I could feel more warm liquid running down onto my chest and it finally occurred to me that I was cut, my first cut lipā¦
I ignored it, but it made me mad and I wanted to hurt him to and wanted to draw blood from him, which in retrospect was not a great idea ā¦so as I came back into fighting range I was targeting his mouth and noseā¦so in only a few minutes I had gone from a wild kid throwing punches everywhere to a controlled fighter of sortsā¦
We circled and I went in leading with my left and tagging him on his nose and making him backup, as I moved in to follow him, he stopped his retreat with a upper cut into my un-tensed belly. landing right below my breast bone and square into my solar plexus which stopped me in my tracks and I doubled over as the wind gasped out of lungs in a loud, uuunnnnnn as I doubled over from the stabbing pain in my belly and grabbing my belly instinctively, as my head went down he hammered me right in the center of my left ear with a swinging right cross power punch that dropped me into the gravel face downā¦
I was dazed and there was this humming in my ear as I rolled onto my back clutching my throbbing belly, the gravel digging into my back and piercing my skin like little razors in a few placesā¦my head was swimming as I rolled back onto my belly and pushed myself upā¦I could see his legs standing there waiting for me to get upā¦so I swung myself around and got up moving away from himā¦once I was up, I shook off the last few blows, wiped away some of the blood and put up my fistsā¦we started to exchange punches, thud, smack, thud, smack, smack unnn ennn thud thud..uunnn, the sounds of the fight were amazing as sweat and blood sprayed as the punches landedā¦and I could hear the gravel moving and the volume of our breathing increasingā¦I charged into him pummeling my fists towards his face and without even knowing what I had done, I had caught him flat footed, and scored some good punches to his face and jaw, and he went backwards and flying into a stack of boxes and bounced off and slammed face down into the gravel on his bare belly with a thud and loud uuunnnā¦I thought I knocked him out, but he was just stunned and I could see his shoulder blades starting to move as he weakly started to put his hands under him to push himself back upā¦I was going crazy in my head with excitementā¦
Once he was up, I closed in on him, and since that last whirlwind of punches worked out so well I went for it again, just throwing punches anywhere his face was, and he fought back, but again I nailed him, cracking him hard on the nose and put him down again with another thud flat on his backā¦he laid there stretched out with his belly heaving showing his ribs and belly muscles clearlyā¦this time he stayed there a little longer and I admired my handy workā¦I watched as a small stream of sweat ran into is belly button and pooled up and ran out again down into his jeans, and I could see he now had a bloody nose as the blood ran down both sides of his face... he was down on his back for a good fifteen seconds before he got back up, and his nose was pouring blood in a thick stream of bloodā¦I was so hotā¦
He took his time getting set to start again and this time he stayed away from me and circled and jabbedā¦I could see the blood all over his face and running down his belly mixing in with the sweatā¦we started to punch again but he was protecting himself so I could not get into my now patented Mixmaster punchingā¦I threw some punches that he knocked away and he hit me a few times in the jaw..I got in a few hits to his faceā¦more thudding and smacking and thudding and smacking sounds along with the involuntary eeennnss and uuunnnssā¦between my cut up lip, which by now had been hit several more times and had opened up even more and was streaming blood, and his massive bloody nose, as the head punches were landing, they were splattering and spraying blood and sweat everywhereā¦It was messy and I was really turned onā¦
After several back and forth and give and take punches, he caught me with a hard swinging right to the jaw and I started to back upā¦he followed and, kept punching me in the head driving me back into and old bar that was stored there, and I wound up hung up on the bar like ropes in a boxing ring, with my elbows hooked up over the top of the bar with my hands spread out holding myself up, I was stunned and half out and thankful the bar was there to hold me up, sort ofā¦at that point he drove in and hammered my exposed and unprotected belly with punch after punchā¦my first reaction was to get off of that barā¦but I really liked the sexual feeling and turn on of being clubbed and punched in the belly and ribs, especially the blows below my belly button were really a turn onā¦so I hung on to the bar and let him beat my belly until a series of blows and uppercuts to the solar plexus finally doubled me overā¦
As I pulled away from the bar he rained down some more punches to my head and dropped me to the gravel floorā¦I wound up on my knees and stayed there for a minute watching my own blood stream down to the ground and pool up in the gravel which was in its own way kind of weird turn on, but I was also erotically turned on and enjoying the dull throbbing pain in my gutā¦
When I got back to my feet and facing him it was almost shocking how much blood he was covered inā¦I am sure that I looked the same, but it was still shocking to see the blood and sweat all mixed and smeared around in streaks and smears and streams of bloodā¦
Immediately he went after me throwing jabs into my faceā¦I tried to counter but he got in a really good right uppercut that put me back up against that bar hard, and after I hit the bar I kind of hung there for a few second as they lights dimmed and I lost my ability to stand and slowly slid down the barā¦I wound up sitting on my ass with my back against the bar but conscious and the room spinning a little and my jaw was really getting sore and swollenā¦I took my time getting back to my feetā¦
I shook off the last punches and kind of got my second wind and has he came back in for the attack I just waited and ducked a few punches, (I was learning how to fight) and saw his unprotected sweaty bloody and well muscled belly so I unloaded a big punch right into the middle of his belly that doubled him overā¦I started to punch the top of his head and that made him rise up and I hit him as hard as I could in the jaw and that drove him outside, through the two garage doors and into the gravel driveway on his back sliding in the gravelā¦I went out after himā¦it was raining againā¦he rolled off the gravel onto the wet grass of the yard and I waited for him to get to his feetā¦
The rain felt good, but the mist and the humidity were stiflingā¦once he got back up, neither of us was in too much of hurry to reengageā¦we took a minute or so to pull ourselves togetherā¦that is when I figured out that I was now bleeding from the nose alsoā¦
As we started to come together, the yard was soaked with rain and there was some standing water which made things mushy and hard to move around so our activity was mostly punching each other back and forth for a little while, finally I started to feel his punches and took to going backwards to stay away from his fistsā¦he followed me and knocked me into a chain fence in the back of the property..He pummeled me up against the fence working on my belly and uppercuts to my head, I almost went down but was able to slip out from under him, but as I turned back to face him he hit me three or four times in the jaw with lefts and fights and I went skidding through the grass in a spray of muddy water on my back and was all but outā¦as he walked up to me I could see through my foggy vision and the rain and mist in the air, that his gloves hanging by his side..it was an awesome remarkable sight to see him standing over me like a giant, his bare chest heaving and in the mist and rain, and I could see streams of water and blood dripping from his glovesā¦
As he stood over me and in the mist of the rain and in the fog in my brain everything was in slow motion, he kicked me in the ribs a few times to see if I was conscious..Seeing that I was, he sat down onto my chest, my arms sprayed out and trapped under his knees...
Then sat forward and he position himself on my chest, used his gloved hand to make sure my jaw was pointing straight up and just starting throwing lefts and rights into my head until I blacked outā¦and I was out coldā¦everything went darkā¦he left me there flat on my back, out cold, in the rain and bleedingā¦
when I came to I was stretched out on my back in the rain in the watery grass, Hardly able to see through swollen eyes, trying to breath though the blood in my mouth and noseā¦My fight buddy came back when I started to come to and was standing over me again admiring his handy workā¦he finally helped me up and we went back into the garage and found some rages and kind of cleaned ourselves up as best we could and sat down in the door way of the garage and just sat there for a little while without saying much, mostly trying to stop the bleedingā¦once all of that was under control and I started to breath better, he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him in kind of a congratulation hug and I put my arms around his shoulders and hugged him backā¦so that was my first fight, the first time I was knocked out cold, and the first time I was bloodied up, and the first time I got my gut worked over and all at the same timeā¦ and as It turned out, that was just the beginning for meā¦