BUTCH AMERICAN vs. RUSSIAN BEAR
Part 4 of 7
(The Raunchy Punch-Drunk Sequel to Dads and Sons Fathers’ Day Fight Wager)
(Note: For the PC minded, even though I have matched an American fighter against a Russian fighter, this story is not political. It’s a Dad vs. Son scenario with sharp tongue in bloody cheek and punishing elbows to damaged ribs.)
Butch decided he would not be outdone so he removed his boots and jeans too. One of the truckers helpfully offered to hold onto his gear. Butch was down to his fruit of the looms and as he turned to Vlad received another surprise. Vlad had just cast off his thong (“A THONG! CHRIST! REALLY”?) and was standing buck-naked, his man meat hard as a rock.
Vlad said mockingly, “THIS IS HOW I WILL FIGHT AMERICAN WHO WANTS TO BE GREAT AGAIN. WITH MY HARD RUSSIAN COCK SWINGING IN THE COLD BREEZE. HOW YOU FUCKING LIKE THAT?”
Butch felt his own boner rising to the occasion. He ripped off his underwear, scornfully spat on the ground and then tossed his torn skivvies into the same muck as his t-shirt. “HEY, RUSSKIE! FROM WHERE I’M STANDING MY ALL-AMERICAN COCK IS BIGGER THAN YOURS.”
Butch did indeed have a more impressive cock than the Russian. It was not only longer, but thicker. Butch strutted around inviting comparison from the crowd. The truckers clapped loudly, while thinking to themselves that this was a very bizarre beginning to a fist fight. But as one of their own was showing up the Russian they made the effort to rally round their favorite. Butch basked in the attention. His cock stiffened even more, despite the cold, and he proudly let it flap back and forth as he paraded around.
Vlad was not stymied in the least. His cock, though not as impressive as Butch’s was still an intimidating sight to behold. He showed off his meat just as proudly as Butch did. “YOU KNOW, AMERICAN, IT IS WILL, FOCUS AND STAYING POWER THAT DETERMINES THE BETTER MAN. WE’LL SEE WHO OUTLASTS WHO. THAT GOES FOR OUR COCKS AS WELL AS THE FIGHT.”
As Vlad passed directly in front of one of the kerosene lamps, Butch noticed the mole on the shaft of the Russian’s hard penis. The Russian caught him noticing it and was delighted. “AMERICAN, YOU LIKE THE SURPRISE ON MY PENIS? MAYBE I GIVE YOU A CLOSE-UP LOOK AT IT.”
Butch flushed with embarrassment in spite of himself. “FUCK YOU RUSSKIE. YOU WANTED TO FIGHT BUCK-NAKED, FINE, I’LL FIGHT YOU BUCK-NAKED. YOU GOT YOUR WAY. AS YOU CAN SEE, I AIN’T SHY.”
Vlad was not finished taunting Butch. “YOU HAVE FOUGHT NAKED BEFORE? VLAD HAS TOO! MANY, MANY TIMES BEFORE. I SEE YOUR CHEEKS ARE RED. LIKE ROSES. I MAKE YOUR ASS CHEEKS RED TOO BUT BY KICKING YOUR AMERICAN ASS.”
Butch was determined to match the Russian’s bravado. Fearlessly and with absolute confidence he said, “LET’S GO IT A STEP FURTHER, RUSSKIE. WINNER FUCKS LOSER IN THE ASS. YOU ACCEPT THOSE TERMS? HA?”
Vlad laughed louder than ever. “MY RUSSIAN TERRITORIES HAVE NEVER BEEN INVADED BEFORE. HAVE YOUR AMERICAN TERRITORIES BEEN INVADED BEFORE? BE TRUTHFUL NOW.”
Butch was speaking on solid ground here. With Lawrence he was always the fucker, Lawrence was always the fuckee. “MY ASS HAS NEVER BEEN FUCKED BEFORE EITHER. LET’S SEE WHO THE REAL SUPERPOWER IS. YOU OR ME. YOU ACCEPT THE TERMS? WINNER FUCKS LOSER’S ASSHOLE – IN FRONT OF EVERYONE HERE.”
Most of the truckers were appalled by what was transpiring. Murray and Carla were downright disgusted. However, this was gonna be a show – and then some! The onlookers practically fell over themselves taking out their devices to record the impending action and inched forward to get a closer look.
As the fight circle narrowed Vlad made an elaborate bow to the spectators. “ITS’ VERY GOOD. YOU FILM EVERYTHING. THIS WILL BE A MEMORABLE FIGHT AND MEMORABLE FUCKING AFTERWARDS.”
Butch said, “FUCK, YEAH. FILM IT ALL!”
Vlad stepped forward right in front of Butch and said, “SEAL THE DEAL.” He started swaying his erect dick back and forth in front of Butch’s dick.
Butch said, “YEAH, WHY NOT?” He swung his dick back and forth. The American and Russian dicks slapped each other noisily. The slaps got louder and more forceful. The opponents smiled viciously at one another as their dicks collided aggressively. They began thrusting and parrying in earnest.
Butch was fascinated watching the mole on Vlad’s penis make hard contact with his penis. Vlad licked his lips. He was enjoying this contest also. “IT IS LIKE TWO SNAKES FIGHTING, YEAH? ONE WILL EVENTUALLY EAT THE OTHER ONE.”
Butch yelled to the stunned crowd, “ARE YOU FILMING THIS?”
The onlookers assured them they were capturing everything on their devices.
The cockfight continued for a while but then, Butch abruptly pulled his cock back. It was wet with pre-cum as was Vlad’s. “OKAY, THAT’S ENOUGH COCKFIGHTING FOR NOW. TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT.”
One of the truckers said, “Don’t you think you guys should at least put on your boots before you start fighting? You’ll be stepping in all this filth and God knows what else.”
Vlad said, “YES, I PUT ON BOOTS, BUT NOTHING ELSE…EVEN THOUGH WE WILL BE COMPLETELY BAREASSED ROLLING AROUND IN ALL THIS FILTH BUT JUST THE SAME I WILL AT LEAST NOT BE GETTING IT ON FEET.”
As Vlad was putting his boots on, Butch shrugged and decided to put his boots back on also.
This done, the fighters were all business as they moved to square off. The Russian was 6’3” to Butch’s 6’1”. The Russian roughly weighed 300 pounds to Butch’s 280. The Russian was 42 years old. Butch had just recently turned 24.
The Russian’s size and weight advantage were countered by Butch being younger and presumably quicker and with more endurance. Both men were brawny, solid specimens with huge arms and legs, wide, granite-like shoulders and protruding, but firm, big bellies. Their backs were immensely broad and completely hairless. Neither man sported tattoos. Each had a huge, smooth-skinned chest. Butch’s nipples were pink with raised areolas and small nips while Vlad had very red, very pointy, very hard nipples.
Butch suddenly remembered that Lawrence had pointy red nipples too, although they weren’t as dark red as Vlad’s. Butch wondered why this thought of red pointy nipples occupied his mind right now. It pissed him off, increasing his anger towards the Russian.
Right before every fight, Butch made a show of demonstrating his fancy footwork, bouncing lightly back and forth, throwing combination punches in different directions, all in an effort to intimidate his foes. His powerful pecs bounced up and down. His vigorous hard cock swung to and fro and up and down. He knew he was impressing the onlookers and looked forward to seeing the recorded footage of himself.
Vlad laughed at him amused. “YOU LOOKING FOR FANCY FIGHT IN WRONG PLACE, AMERICAN. THIS IS BRAWL, ALL-OUT FREE FOR ALL. NO RULES. WE BEAT EACH OTHER UP GOOD. AND I HAVE TO SAY YOUR COCK LOOKS LIKE AN AMERICAN POPSICLE.
Butch said sarcastically, “POPSICLE, HUH? FUCK YOU! LET’S FIGHT, FUCKER”
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13/04/2021 20:38BUTCH AMERICAN vs. RUSSIAN BEAR
Part 4 of 7
(The Raunchy Punch-Drunk Sequel to Dads and Sons Fathers’ Day Fight Wager)
(Note: For the PC minded, even though I have matched an American fighter against a Russian fighter, this story is not political. It’s a Dad vs. Son scenario with sharp tongue in bloody cheek and punishing elbows to damaged ribs.)
Butch decided he would not be outdone so he removed his boots and jeans too. One of the truckers helpfully offered to hold onto his gear. Butch was down to his fruit of the looms and as he turned to Vlad received another surprise. Vlad had just cast off his thong (“A THONG! CHRIST! REALLY”?) and was standing buck-naked, his man meat hard as a rock.
Vlad said mockingly, “THIS IS HOW I WILL FIGHT AMERICAN WHO WANTS TO BE GREAT AGAIN. WITH MY HARD RUSSIAN COCK SWINGING IN THE COLD BREEZE. HOW YOU FUCKING LIKE THAT?”
Butch felt his own boner rising to the occasion. He ripped off his underwear, scornfully spat on the ground and then tossed his torn skivvies into the same muck as his t-shirt. “HEY, RUSSKIE! FROM WHERE I’M STANDING MY ALL-AMERICAN COCK IS BIGGER THAN YOURS.”
Butch did indeed have a more impressive cock than the Russian. It was not only longer, but thicker. Butch strutted around inviting comparison from the crowd. The truckers clapped loudly, while thinking to themselves that this was a very bizarre beginning to a fist fight. But as one of their own was showing up the Russian they made the effort to rally round their favorite. Butch basked in the attention. His cock stiffened even more, despite the cold, and he proudly let it flap back and forth as he paraded around.
Vlad was not stymied in the least. His cock, though not as impressive as Butch’s was still an intimidating sight to behold. He showed off his meat just as proudly as Butch did. “YOU KNOW, AMERICAN, IT IS WILL, FOCUS AND STAYING POWER THAT DETERMINES THE BETTER MAN. WE’LL SEE WHO OUTLASTS WHO. THAT GOES FOR OUR COCKS AS WELL AS THE FIGHT.”
As Vlad passed directly in front of one of the kerosene lamps, Butch noticed the mole on the shaft of the Russian’s hard penis. The Russian caught him noticing it and was delighted. “AMERICAN, YOU LIKE THE SURPRISE ON MY PENIS? MAYBE I GIVE YOU A CLOSE-UP LOOK AT IT.”
Butch flushed with embarrassment in spite of himself. “FUCK YOU RUSSKIE. YOU WANTED TO FIGHT BUCK-NAKED, FINE, I’LL FIGHT YOU BUCK-NAKED. YOU GOT YOUR WAY. AS YOU CAN SEE, I AIN’T SHY.”
Vlad was not finished taunting Butch. “YOU HAVE FOUGHT NAKED BEFORE? VLAD HAS TOO! MANY, MANY TIMES BEFORE. I SEE YOUR CHEEKS ARE RED. LIKE ROSES. I MAKE YOUR ASS CHEEKS RED TOO BUT BY KICKING YOUR AMERICAN ASS.”
Butch was determined to match the Russian’s bravado. Fearlessly and with absolute confidence he said, “LET’S GO IT A STEP FURTHER, RUSSKIE. WINNER FUCKS LOSER IN THE ASS. YOU ACCEPT THOSE TERMS? HA?”
Vlad laughed louder than ever. “MY RUSSIAN TERRITORIES HAVE NEVER BEEN INVADED BEFORE. HAVE YOUR AMERICAN TERRITORIES BEEN INVADED BEFORE? BE TRUTHFUL NOW.”
Butch was speaking on solid ground here. With Lawrence he was always the fucker, Lawrence was always the fuckee. “MY ASS HAS NEVER BEEN FUCKED BEFORE EITHER. LET’S SEE WHO THE REAL SUPERPOWER IS. YOU OR ME. YOU ACCEPT THE TERMS? WINNER FUCKS LOSER’S ASSHOLE – IN FRONT OF EVERYONE HERE.”
Vlad was delighted. “OF COURSE, ACCEPTED. WINNER INVADES LOSER’S SUPERPOWER TERRITORIES.”
Most of the truckers were appalled by what was transpiring. Murray and Carla were downright disgusted. However, this was gonna be a show – and then some! The onlookers practically fell over themselves taking out their devices to record the impending action and inched forward to get a closer look.
As the fight circle narrowed Vlad made an elaborate bow to the spectators. “ITS’ VERY GOOD. YOU FILM EVERYTHING. THIS WILL BE A MEMORABLE FIGHT AND MEMORABLE FUCKING AFTERWARDS.”
Butch said, “FUCK, YEAH. FILM IT ALL!”
Vlad stepped forward right in front of Butch and said, “SEAL THE DEAL.” He started swaying his erect dick back and forth in front of Butch’s dick.
Butch said, “YEAH, WHY NOT?” He swung his dick back and forth. The American and Russian dicks slapped each other noisily. The slaps got louder and more forceful. The opponents smiled viciously at one another as their dicks collided aggressively. They began thrusting and parrying in earnest.
Butch was fascinated watching the mole on Vlad’s penis make hard contact with his penis. Vlad licked his lips. He was enjoying this contest also. “IT IS LIKE TWO SNAKES FIGHTING, YEAH? ONE WILL EVENTUALLY EAT THE OTHER ONE.”
Butch yelled to the stunned crowd, “ARE YOU FILMING THIS?”
The onlookers assured them they were capturing everything on their devices.
The cockfight continued for a while but then, Butch abruptly pulled his cock back. It was wet with pre-cum as was Vlad’s. “OKAY, THAT’S ENOUGH COCKFIGHTING FOR NOW. TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT.”
One of the truckers said, “Don’t you think you guys should at least put on your boots before you start fighting? You’ll be stepping in all this filth and God knows what else.”
Vlad said, “YES, I PUT ON BOOTS, BUT NOTHING ELSE…EVEN THOUGH WE WILL BE COMPLETELY BAREASSED ROLLING AROUND IN ALL THIS FILTH BUT JUST THE SAME I WILL AT LEAST NOT BE GETTING IT ON FEET.”
As Vlad was putting his boots on, Butch shrugged and decided to put his boots back on also.
This done, the fighters were all business as they moved to square off. The Russian was 6’3” to Butch’s 6’1”. The Russian roughly weighed 300 pounds to Butch’s 280. The Russian was 42 years old. Butch had just recently turned 24.
The Russian’s size and weight advantage were countered by Butch being younger and presumably quicker and with more endurance. Both men were brawny, solid specimens with huge arms and legs, wide, granite-like shoulders and protruding, but firm, big bellies. Their backs were immensely broad and completely hairless. Neither man sported tattoos. Each had a huge, smooth-skinned chest. Butch’s nipples were pink with raised areolas and small nips while Vlad had very red, very pointy, very hard nipples.
Butch suddenly remembered that Lawrence had pointy red nipples too, although they weren’t as dark red as Vlad’s. Butch wondered why this thought of red pointy nipples occupied his mind right now. It pissed him off, increasing his anger towards the Russian.
Right before every fight, Butch made a show of demonstrating his fancy footwork, bouncing lightly back and forth, throwing combination punches in different directions, all in an effort to intimidate his foes. His powerful pecs bounced up and down. His vigorous hard cock swung to and fro and up and down. He knew he was impressing the onlookers and looked forward to seeing the recorded footage of himself.
Vlad laughed at him amused. “YOU LOOKING FOR FANCY FIGHT IN WRONG PLACE, AMERICAN. THIS IS BRAWL, ALL-OUT FREE FOR ALL. NO RULES. WE BEAT EACH OTHER UP GOOD. AND I HAVE TO SAY YOUR COCK LOOKS LIKE AN AMERICAN POPSICLE.
Butch said sarcastically, “POPSICLE, HUH? FUCK YOU! LET’S FIGHT, FUCKER”