I actually have one for each of these, and both happened a few years ago. Lost touch with the guy I had the sessions with, which is a shame because he was great fun.
The most memorable was my second session with this guy. He was a very in shape guy, loved throwing punches and was really methodical in how he worked a gut. First session was short because it was also our first time meeting, but we had good chemistry and decided we should meet again. When it came time for the second session, he "promised" that he was gonna "rough me up real good". When we met up, I went into his apartment and began to take off my shirt. When it was about halfway off, he gave me a solid sucker punch right in the pit of my stomach, and kept his fist there while pushing me back against the wall. He held it for a good 30 seconds while pulling my shirt all the way off. Then he started slugging me real hard right in the same spot over and over, all while I was unflexed and off guard. After a while of that, he dragged me into his room and threw me onto the bed with my head hanging off the edge and stripped naked. I'm sure a lot of you guys can guess what happened next lol. While he was using my mouth he also kept pounding away at my gut. He went back and forth with that for the better part of an hour, both treatments together left me dizzy and delirious. Unflexed the whole time too, 10/10 would do it again.
Favorite was the third or fourth session we had together (don't get me wrong, the session I described above was definitely a close second). I went into it with a challenge to myself that I would try and take everything he could give and still be standing at the end, and when I told him that he said he'd break me down. He bound my arms over my head and started going to work with rhythmic punches at my stomach, navel, and solar plexus. For the first half hour or so I instinctively flexed up really hard when the punches came, but he made up for it by hitting harder. Broke my abs down pretty quick. Then he punched me in 30-minute "rounds" with about a 2-minute break between them. He was scary good at driving a hard punch deep. I barely lasted for 2 hours but we ended up going for 3. Ended up literally punch drunk, and the stomachache didn't go away for weeks. 10/10 would definitely do again!
I had a great session about twenty five years ago in NYC.....there was a young Russian guy who happened to be featured on the cover of a gay calendar that year. I saw him perform at the Gaiety theater and spoke to him during the break...he agreed to meet me later in the evening at my hotel so I gave him and extra key and went off to wait. He had an incredible set of abs. He came to the room and I offered him something to drink and we got comfortable talking to one another. He told me he had been in the Russian military -in the branch similar to the special forces. We spoke of the intense training that the members had to go through. He mentioned that one of the final test given them to see if they qualified for such a group was to have their hands tied above their head attached to a guide wire. They had to walk through a a line up of the members and come to the end standing after the abs had been punched by all the members. That opened me up to tell him that his abs are what attracted him to me and that i love hard abs and gut punching. I got close to him on the couch in the room and ran my hand up under his shirt and began to "kneed" his hard belly muscles. He put his had back and moaned in pleasure as I pushed his shirt up and began to kiss and massage his incredible belly. That is when he confessed to me that he need to get out of the army and out of Russia because he actually got turned on and hard from getting his gut punched. He said he feared that he would be found out and that he would have a mysterious accident and die. Well he eventually was able to get out and take refuge in the USA. Hearing this I shared with him my love of gut punching and that his awesome body was a challenge I wanted to take on. He got up, nearly carried me into the bedroom and pulled off his shirt and said "break me!!!!" Our session went all through the night. I had never punched a gut so hard and fine tuned. He had like zero body fat and you could clearly count a beautiful defined eight pack. I began with a little navel and nipple torture.....he loved it. I pulled his sorts down, revealing that area I call the "sweet spot" from the navel to the top of his manhood. I put a pillow under his back to arch that area and make it more pronounced and I began a 20 minute session of attack All I could hear was the distinct thumping sound of my fist hitting solid muscle, that and his moans of joy and erotic pleasure. e kep saying "harder, please, punch harder." His shat was like a flag pole waiting to explode. I remember standing him up and walking him to the wall of the room with punches, then with him up against the wall with his hand above his head, I worked my punches up one side and down the other of each muscle, pounding his eight pack with all my strength. He kept moaning "I love it, break me please." With that in mind I shot my knee up into his balls. He let a gasp of air escape from his open mouth but he did not have time to react because I immediately followed it up with a right and then a left into the center of his belly. By now we had been at it for well over an hour and I could tell from my punches that he was starting to feel it as my punches were sinking deeper into his muscled belly. Then I gave him another knee to the balls and a deep right into his solar plexus. He fell to his knees but had a smile on his face. I dropped to my knees, used my left arm to slam him and hold him against the wall and my right fists began to none stop attack on his gut. He grunted with each punch and jerked forward a little. After at least 20 solid punches I let him go and he collapsed onto the floor on his back. He put out his arms and was taking deep labored breathes, his chest and abs rise and falling. I ran my hand over his belly, kissing his muscles and applying claws to the muscles. I spoke into his ear and said, "I'm not finished." With that I got up and stood over him, dropping me weight and knees into his gut. He jackknifed up and tried to cover his gut. I put my hand on his for-head and forced him back to the ground and started pile driving into his navel. Now his moans really got loud as he grabbed his incredible cock and began to pump his manhood out all over his chest and gut. We just laid there on the floor for over an hour, holding each other and me slowly massaging his wounded belly. After taking a shower together he dressed, gave me a kiss and began to leave. I yelled, "wait, I owe you something." "No" he said, you paid me in punches. I loved this evening just as much as you. Before leaving he asked me for a few more punches....then off he went.
I wrestled an older guy a number of years ago. I was 33 and he was 54 or so (guy #1). Since he had a basement gym and ring, I went to his place. Once I got there, I discovered we had an audience; he had a friend (guy #2) come over to "watch."
As the match progressed, didnt take me long to realize I was both out gunned and very inexperienced. I had mentioned I liked being gut punched and hard. So #1 ripped at my abs every chance he got.
After some ground and pound coupled with painful submission holds, #1 called over to his friend (#2), "Hey, this guy wants his abs punished, let's break him!" Suddenly, guy #2 ripped off his shirt and jumped in while #1 put me in a nelson.
#2 then proceeded to pound my navel. At first I was scared, a surprise 2 on 1. Not what I had planned. They were both bigger and tougher.
#2 punched every part of my abs. Starting with the navel (he counted out 25 punches). He then systematically punched my mid gut (10), solarplexus (5), inguinal area below my navel (20), then my obliques (10 blows to each side). At first I was gasping, moaning, spewing, and drooling with each impact. didn't take long 'til I was limp. That happened with the first blow to the solar plexus 😫🤪😱
After he'd work each part of my gut, he would grab my face and ask, "How does that feel?"
After the first assault was over, he grabbed me by the jaw, "you done?" ... gasping ... "Yes, ... I'm .... done." Despite my surrender, he growled out, "Nah, you're not done boy ... and we're not done with you boy." There's still muscle there to punish. I wanna see your gut soft and doughy before I'm satisfied.
#2, showed no mercy. He pounded my abs viciously. He targeted my ribs and pecs too. 😖😫
After that 1st attack, I was out of it and near collapse. #2 pulled off his slip belt and proceeded to tie my hands behind me. They then took turns holding me up, my arms tightly bound behind me. Each guy was trash talking me, ... all the while punching my gut a dozen or more times before passing me off to the other...
Tag teaming and pounding me. I was drenched in sweat, gasping, spewing, moaning snd groaning as they worked every part of my abs.
I endured a couple hundred punches before they dropped me to the mat. I was flat on my back, arms behind me but they continued to punished my gut with ab claws, elbows, and knees.
The finale involved lifting me up and dropping me several times gut first across #2's knee.
My abs and guts were wrecked after enduring my surprise 2 on 1. I ended up staying with them all day and that night given I was in no shape to drive home. *One of the best sessions I ever had! I was bruised and sore for better than a week.
That sounds intense and awesome. One of my favorite things to hear a puncher say to me during a session is "I'm not done with you". Terrifying and exciting all at once!
I had a session a few years ago with a 300 pound powerlifter type guy with a nice round belly. He let me punch again and again till I wore myself out while he just stood there with a big grin! Luckily he didn’t want to gut punch me as I would have been doubled over on the floor quite quickly!
They're all memorable for one reason or another ... but my one of my favourites was with Hard Andy.. sadly no longer with us...
We were in a forest in Scotland .. he was tied between two trees and I worked him over gloved and barefist. That was hot. We met again at a group meet where we had lots of gutpunching...and I also worked over Leanmachineuk .. toughest fucker I've ever punched...just stood and took and all over pounding.. gut, chest, biceps... oooft.
BSF and I had a slow Mo brawl with lots of punching and weird as it sounds ... it was really erotic!
Wombat2021 - who's back on here, was also on receiving end of my fists ... restrained in the loft ... he absorbed everything I threw at him!! We also had a humourous attempt at a session in my Jeep which did not work but was funny.
My first ever memory of that BUZZ was with pshawfocus in a dark car park in Brighton ... that was a looong time ago indeed.... but is probably my most memorable 😊😜😉
He had many many friends on here ... and was well known and liked in the wrestling community... don't think anyone realised he was quite as ill but he loved fighting and gutpunching and didn't seem to let his illness stop him doing what he loved.
I agree with Jed, all are memorable. Bet was with a friend who stayed with me for awhile. We wrestled often and I would eventually pin him and start working those abs over, got a little erotic that was not planned for. Then gave him a chance for revenge, we repeated this for hours. Best workout I've had in a long time.
Hasnt happened to often. But in high school this guy and i had a wrestling session and he sat on me and start punching my stomach, he then push down my shorts and kept punching and went low to the pelvic area, very hot.
Haven't seen a post on here about sharing personal experiences in a while. So I thought, why not do a little update to that?
As a youngin' who's very new to the scene and became "legal" so to speak in a pandemic, I haven't really had that much room to explore so it'd be interesting to hear from those of you who are experienced in the field.
What was your favorite part of said session? What made it stand out among the rest? If you liked it so much, why not just try to recreate it over and over again, and if you did it again, what made the other time your favorite?
Not my first but s fun one.
(A slightly embelished match based on a real encounter.)
I was 35 and on a camping trip in central Florida. One afternoon, after hiking several miles of trails, I decided to swing down a country road to a nearby convenient store for a cold bottled water. It was hot as hell and I was drenched with sweat and needed some reprieve.
As I approached the store, I noticed a semi off to the side in the parking lot and the driver was sitting on the rear of the trailer having a cigarette. As I passed, he waved and said, "hey there." I waved back and responded, "Hey, how's it goin'."
As I came out of the store, I removed my shirt wiped the sweat from my face, chest, armpits, back, and shoulders. and then tucked it in the rear of my pants and started back towards the trails and my camp site.
As I passed the trucker, he jumped up and said, Hey,...hey Mr., You dropped your shirt." I turned around as he came up and handed it to me. I thanked him and started off down the road.
A few minutes later, I heard a truck approaching from the rear, so I stepped away from the shoulder of the road. As it pulled up beside me, it slowed down, and it was the trucker from the store. He asked, "you need a lift?" I was reluctant, but it was hot, so I said, "sure," and climbed in. He introduced himself, told me he was 42 and from Iowa. I introduced myself and told him I was 35 and down here camping. So we chatted a bit.
As he approached my camp site, he pulled in along a sandy open area and parked. He then asked, "what are you doing later, I laughed and said, "nothin', why?" He then asked, do yiu want to have a beer or 2 with me?" I declined, and told him, "I'm too hot, dirty, sweaty and smelly to go anywhere." He slapped me across the shoulder, and said, "I got beer dude, we don't have to go anywhere." So we hopped out of the cab, he grabbed a cooler, and we sat under the oaks in the shade and cracked a few brews.
Every so often, I noticed him looking at me. He'd reach over and pat my back or grab my shoulder as we talked.
After a few beers, he reached over and grabbed my bicep, asked me to make a muscle, so I did. He muttered, "nice arms on you. You work out?"
I replied, "yeah."
"I can tell, you got muscles. You look tough!" He chuckled and then reached up and ran his hand across my chest and down my abs, "you are a hairy beast too. Ever wrestle?"
I replied, "All in fun but nothin' serious."
"Hmmm, I used to wrestle in college. Do you want to wrestle me?," he asked.
I said, "Sure, why not. ... but where? The ground is sandy, lots of sand spurs, weeds, and it's getting dark."
"How about up in the trailer?" He asked. So we climbed into the trailer and discussed our terms and stakes. I asked, "what stakes?" He replied, "what each of us wants from the loser."
I asked, "what do you want from me if I lose?" He replied, "I want to punch you in the stomach 'til you puke." I laughed him off and asked, "Really?" His response, "YES! Your abs are mine for 1 hour!" Hey, "I like gut punches."
In my mind, ... Sure, why not, he didn't look that tough.
So we commenced to tussle. Before long, he had me in a camel clutch and I tapped. As he continued to subdue me hold after hold, and wear me down, I finally told him, "I've had enough." He helped me up, but suddenly whipped me around and had me in a choke/sleeper hold, although I kicked and fought to free myself, I could feel myself slipping out of consciousness.
Once I awoke, he had me tied up against the rear wall of his trailer with my hands tied above me and my feet tied down. He proceeded to blind fold and gag me. He said, "these were the stakes and this is all in fun, and although it's probably going to hurt like hell, I'm not really going hurt you."
As I hung there flexing, twisting and trying to pull free, he grabbed my jeans and belt and yanked my hips and abdomen forward and planted his fist firmly into my gut. This strategy became his MO for the next 30 minutes or so. At first I was writhing and moaning as he repeatedly sank his fist into my navel and mid gut, but as he broke me in, I just hung there like a scare crow in a field.
He said, "I need to make you move again boy," so he targeted my solar plexus with three sharp blows. I moaned deeply and flailed violently; I thought I was going to puke 🤢
After a brief break, the attack on my gut resumed. He once again targeted my navel, below the navel, inguinal areas, midgut, and obliques. Pounding me relentlessly
Once again, the punches ceased. But this time he began to forcefully run his hands across my battered pecs and abs. Pinching my nipples, pulling and plucking at the hair across my chest, armpits, and abs.
He said, "Stay!, I'll be right back," I could hear him walking away, the cab door open and then slam closed. I then heard him climb back up into thectrailer and walk towards me. My heart was racing, my adrenaline was flowing and I was terrified of what might happen next.
He then grabbed my face leaned in and whispered in my ear, "do you like to play ball, baseball?" He slowly ran a bat across my chest and abs. Harder and harder with each pass. I was now trembling from exhaustion and fear.
"Know what this is slugger?that's right, its a wooden baseball bat!" Want me to plant some wood in you?" He began to laugh. I heard him fire up a cigarette and could now smell the smoke. Once he finished burning one, he was ready to resume his game of torment and abuse.
"Ready for the grand slam, a home run slugger?" As he proceeded to lay the bat across my stomach with quite some force. Each crack across my gut took the wind outta me.
After a series of hard licks and jabs to the abs, he aggressively poked
The very first time I met up with someone to get worked over..A mix of anxiety, intrigue, and nervousness consumed me as I made the 30 min drive..and it only got worse as I walked up to his door... After about 10 min of small talk I don't remember feeling anything but total excitement as he came up to me grabbed me by the front of my shirt and walked me backwards up against a wall and started pounding away.. Half hour later I'm panting and trying to get a breath as he pummels his fists BAM BAM into my gut which feels like it's on fire.. He keeps my knees from buckling by holding me up by the grip he has on my button down collar.. Another ten minutes of pounding his fists and the material of my once tucked in neatly pressed shirt he roughly ripped it open and worked me until I couldn't take it anymore... The color of my abs were purple and blue for two and half weeks but that intense pain only lasted about a week if that .I loved it, and am grateful for each gut bashing moment I can get
UnflexedPB (0)
27/07/2021 11:08I actually have one for each of these, and both happened a few years ago. Lost touch with the guy I had the sessions with, which is a shame because he was great fun.
The most memorable was my second session with this guy. He was a very in shape guy, loved throwing punches and was really methodical in how he worked a gut. First session was short because it was also our first time meeting, but we had good chemistry and decided we should meet again. When it came time for the second session, he "promised" that he was gonna "rough me up real good". When we met up, I went into his apartment and began to take off my shirt. When it was about halfway off, he gave me a solid sucker punch right in the pit of my stomach, and kept his fist there while pushing me back against the wall. He held it for a good 30 seconds while pulling my shirt all the way off. Then he started slugging me real hard right in the same spot over and over, all while I was unflexed and off guard. After a while of that, he dragged me into his room and threw me onto the bed with my head hanging off the edge and stripped naked. I'm sure a lot of you guys can guess what happened next lol. While he was using my mouth he also kept pounding away at my gut. He went back and forth with that for the better part of an hour, both treatments together left me dizzy and delirious. Unflexed the whole time too, 10/10 would do it again.
Favorite was the third or fourth session we had together (don't get me wrong, the session I described above was definitely a close second). I went into it with a challenge to myself that I would try and take everything he could give and still be standing at the end, and when I told him that he said he'd break me down. He bound my arms over my head and started going to work with rhythmic punches at my stomach, navel, and solar plexus. For the first half hour or so I instinctively flexed up really hard when the punches came, but he made up for it by hitting harder. Broke my abs down pretty quick. Then he punched me in 30-minute "rounds" with about a 2-minute break between them. He was scary good at driving a hard punch deep. I barely lasted for 2 hours but we ended up going for 3. Ended up literally punch drunk, and the stomachache didn't go away for weeks. 10/10 would definitely do again!
absbasher (0)
21/07/2021 22:12I had a great session about twenty five years ago in NYC.....there was a young Russian guy who happened to be featured on the cover of a gay calendar that year. I saw him perform at the Gaiety theater and spoke to him during the break...he agreed to meet me later in the evening at my hotel so I gave him and extra key and went off to wait. He had an incredible set of abs. He came to the room and I offered him something to drink and we got comfortable talking to one another. He told me he had been in the Russian military -in the branch similar to the special forces. We spoke of the intense training that the members had to go through. He mentioned that one of the final test given them to see if they qualified for such a group was to have their hands tied above their head attached to a guide wire. They had to walk through a a line up of the members and come to the end standing after the abs had been punched by all the members. That opened me up to tell him that his abs are what attracted him to me and that i love hard abs and gut punching. I got close to him on the couch in the room and ran my hand up under his shirt and began to "kneed" his hard belly muscles. He put his had back and moaned in pleasure as I pushed his shirt up and began to kiss and massage his incredible belly. That is when he confessed to me that he need to get out of the army and out of Russia because he actually got turned on and hard from getting his gut punched. He said he feared that he would be found out and that he would have a mysterious accident and die. Well he eventually was able to get out and take refuge in the USA. Hearing this I shared with him my love of gut punching and that his awesome body was a challenge I wanted to take on. He got up, nearly carried me into the bedroom and pulled off his shirt and said "break me!!!!" Our session went all through the night. I had never punched a gut so hard and fine tuned. He had like zero body fat and you could clearly count a beautiful defined eight pack. I began with a little navel and nipple torture.....he loved it. I pulled his sorts down, revealing that area I call the "sweet spot" from the navel to the top of his manhood. I put a pillow under his back to arch that area and make it more pronounced and I began a 20 minute session of attack All I could hear was the distinct thumping sound of my fist hitting solid muscle, that and his moans of joy and erotic pleasure. e kep saying "harder, please, punch harder." His shat was like a flag pole waiting to explode. I remember standing him up and walking him to the wall of the room with punches, then with him up against the wall with his hand above his head, I worked my punches up one side and down the other of each muscle, pounding his eight pack with all my strength. He kept moaning "I love it, break me please." With that in mind I shot my knee up into his balls. He let a gasp of air escape from his open mouth but he did not have time to react because I immediately followed it up with a right and then a left into the center of his belly. By now we had been at it for well over an hour and I could tell from my punches that he was starting to feel it as my punches were sinking deeper into his muscled belly. Then I gave him another knee to the balls and a deep right into his solar plexus. He fell to his knees but had a smile on his face. I dropped to my knees, used my left arm to slam him and hold him against the wall and my right fists began to none stop attack on his gut. He grunted with each punch and jerked forward a little. After at least 20 solid punches I let him go and he collapsed onto the floor on his back. He put out his arms and was taking deep labored breathes, his chest and abs rise and falling. I ran my hand over his belly, kissing his muscles and applying claws to the muscles. I spoke into his ear and said, "I'm not finished." With that I got up and stood over him, dropping me weight and knees into his gut. He jackknifed up and tried to cover his gut. I put my hand on his for-head and forced him back to the ground and started pile driving into his navel. Now his moans really got loud as he grabbed his incredible cock and began to pump his manhood out all over his chest and gut. We just laid there on the floor for over an hour, holding each other and me slowly massaging his wounded belly. After taking a shower together he dressed, gave me a kiss and began to leave. I yelled, "wait, I owe you something." "No" he said, you paid me in punches. I loved this evening just as much as you. Before leaving he asked me for a few more punches....then off he went.
Marrok65 (0)
19/07/2021 11:19I wrestled an older guy a number of years ago. I was 33 and he was 54 or so (guy #1). Since he had a basement gym and ring, I went to his place. Once I got there, I discovered we had an audience; he had a friend (guy #2) come over to "watch."
As the match progressed, didnt take me long to realize I was both out gunned and very inexperienced. I had mentioned I liked being gut punched and hard. So #1 ripped at my abs every chance he got.
After some ground and pound coupled with painful submission holds, #1 called over to his friend (#2), "Hey, this guy wants his abs punished, let's break him!" Suddenly, guy #2 ripped off his shirt and jumped in while #1 put me in a nelson.
#2 then proceeded to pound my navel. At first I was scared, a surprise 2 on 1. Not what I had planned. They were both bigger and tougher.
#2 punched every part of my abs. Starting with the navel (he counted out 25 punches). He then systematically punched my mid gut (10), solarplexus (5), inguinal area below my navel (20), then my obliques (10 blows to each side). At first I was gasping, moaning, spewing, and drooling with each impact. didn't take long 'til I was limp. That happened with the first blow to the solar plexus 😫🤪😱
After he'd work each part of my gut, he would grab my face and ask, "How does that feel?"
After the first assault was over, he grabbed me by the jaw, "you done?" ... gasping ... "Yes, ... I'm .... done." Despite my surrender, he growled out, "Nah, you're not done boy ... and we're not done with you boy." There's still muscle there to punish. I wanna see your gut soft and doughy before I'm satisfied.
#2, showed no mercy. He pounded my abs viciously. He targeted my ribs and pecs too. 😖😫
After that 1st attack, I was out of it and near collapse. #2 pulled off his slip belt and proceeded to tie my hands behind me. They then took turns holding me up, my arms tightly bound behind me. Each guy was trash talking me, ... all the while punching my gut a dozen or more times before passing me off to the other...
Tag teaming and pounding me. I was drenched in sweat, gasping, spewing, moaning snd groaning as they worked every part of my abs.
I endured a couple hundred punches before they dropped me to the mat. I was flat on my back, arms behind me but they continued to punished my gut with ab claws, elbows, and knees.
The finale involved lifting me up and dropping me several times gut first across #2's knee.
My abs and guts were wrecked after enduring my surprise 2 on 1. I ended up staying with them all day and that night given I was in no shape to drive home. *One of the best sessions I ever had! I was bruised and sore for better than a week.
UnflexedPB (0)
20/07/2021 6:29(In risposta a questo)
That sounds intense and awesome. One of my favorite things to hear a puncher say to me during a session is "I'm not done with you". Terrifying and exciting all at once!
Luvtalls (0)
02/07/2021 14:45I had a session a few years ago with a 300 pound powerlifter type guy with a nice round belly. He let me punch again and again till I wore myself out while he just stood there with a big grin! Luckily he didn’t want to gut punch me as I would have been doubled over on the floor quite quickly!
dabbler1973 (17)
02/07/2021 9:47They're all memorable for one reason or another ... but my one of my favourites was with Hard Andy.. sadly no longer with us...
We were in a forest in Scotland .. he was tied between two trees and I worked him over gloved and barefist. That was hot. We met again at a group meet where we had lots of gutpunching...and I also worked over Leanmachineuk .. toughest fucker I've ever punched...just stood and took and all over pounding.. gut, chest, biceps... oooft.
BSF and I had a slow Mo brawl with lots of punching and weird as it sounds ... it was really erotic!
Wombat2021 - who's back on here, was also on receiving end of my fists ... restrained in the loft ... he absorbed everything I threw at him!! We also had a humourous attempt at a session in my Jeep which did not work but was funny.
My first ever memory of that BUZZ was with pshawfocus in a dark car park in Brighton ... that was a looong time ago indeed.... but is probably my most memorable 😊😜😉
pshawfocus (106 )
13/07/2021 10:21(In risposta a questo)
The meet on the beach was pretty hot too 😋
dabbler1973 (17)
13/07/2021 13:44(In risposta a questo)
I'm sure we were being watched that night hahahaha yeah that was fun 😊
stomachpunch (5)
03/07/2021 9:44(In risposta a questo)
Ah, i'm sorry for Hard Andy, iven if i don't knew him.
dabbler1973 (17)
05/07/2021 18:12(In risposta a questo)
He had many many friends on here ... and was well known and liked in the wrestling community... don't think anyone realised he was quite as ill but he loved fighting and gutpunching and didn't seem to let his illness stop him doing what he loved.
Challenge3 (49)
01/07/2021 23:35I agree with Jed, all are memorable. Bet was with a friend who stayed with me for awhile. We wrestled often and I would eventually pin him and start working those abs over, got a little erotic that was not planned for. Then gave him a chance for revenge, we repeated this for hours. Best workout I've had in a long time.
mikey3458 (25 )
01/07/2021 20:45Hasnt happened to often. But in high school this guy and i had a wrestling session and he sat on me and start punching my stomach, he then push down my shorts and kept punching and went low to the pelvic area, very hot.
jed7720 (13)
30/06/2021 19:01All are memorable
Idkwhattoput (0)
28/06/2021 15:05Haven't seen a post on here about sharing personal experiences in a while. So I thought, why not do a little update to that?
As a youngin' who's very new to the scene and became "legal" so to speak in a pandemic, I haven't really had that much room to explore so it'd be interesting to hear from those of you who are experienced in the field.
What was your favorite part of said session? What made it stand out among the rest? If you liked it so much, why not just try to recreate it over and over again, and if you did it again, what made the other time your favorite?
Marrok65 (0)
19/07/2021 10:26(In risposta a questo)
Not my first but s fun one.
(A slightly embelished match based on a real encounter.)
I was 35 and on a camping trip in central Florida. One afternoon, after hiking several miles of trails, I decided to swing down a country road to a nearby convenient store for a cold bottled water. It was hot as hell and I was drenched with sweat and needed some reprieve.
As I approached the store, I noticed a semi off to the side in the parking lot and the driver was sitting on the rear of the trailer having a cigarette. As I passed, he waved and said, "hey there." I waved back and responded, "Hey, how's it goin'."
As I came out of the store, I removed my shirt wiped the sweat from my face, chest, armpits, back, and shoulders. and then tucked it in the rear of my pants and started back towards the trails and my camp site.
As I passed the trucker, he jumped up and said, Hey,...hey Mr., You dropped your shirt." I turned around as he came up and handed it to me. I thanked him and started off down the road.
A few minutes later, I heard a truck approaching from the rear, so I stepped away from the shoulder of the road. As it pulled up beside me, it slowed down, and it was the trucker from the store. He asked, "you need a lift?" I was reluctant, but it was hot, so I said, "sure," and climbed in. He introduced himself, told me he was 42 and from Iowa. I introduced myself and told him I was 35 and down here camping. So we chatted a bit.
As he approached my camp site, he pulled in along a sandy open area and parked. He then asked, "what are you doing later, I laughed and said, "nothin', why?" He then asked, do yiu want to have a beer or 2 with me?" I declined, and told him, "I'm too hot, dirty, sweaty and smelly to go anywhere." He slapped me across the shoulder, and said, "I got beer dude, we don't have to go anywhere." So we hopped out of the cab, he grabbed a cooler, and we sat under the oaks in the shade and cracked a few brews.
Every so often, I noticed him looking at me. He'd reach over and pat my back or grab my shoulder as we talked.
After a few beers, he reached over and grabbed my bicep, asked me to make a muscle, so I did. He muttered, "nice arms on you. You work out?"
I replied, "yeah."
"I can tell, you got muscles. You look tough!" He chuckled and then reached up and ran his hand across my chest and down my abs, "you are a hairy beast too. Ever wrestle?"
I replied, "All in fun but nothin' serious."
"Hmmm, I used to wrestle in college. Do you want to wrestle me?," he asked.
I said, "Sure, why not. ... but where? The ground is sandy, lots of sand spurs, weeds, and it's getting dark."
"How about up in the trailer?" He asked. So we climbed into the trailer and discussed our terms and stakes. I asked, "what stakes?" He replied, "what each of us wants from the loser."
I asked, "what do you want from me if I lose?" He replied, "I want to punch you in the stomach 'til you puke." I laughed him off and asked, "Really?" His response, "YES! Your abs are mine for 1 hour!" Hey, "I like gut punches."
In my mind, ... Sure, why not, he didn't look that tough.
So we commenced to tussle. Before long, he had me in a camel clutch and I tapped. As he continued to subdue me hold after hold, and wear me down, I finally told him, "I've had enough." He helped me up, but suddenly whipped me around and had me in a choke/sleeper hold, although I kicked and fought to free myself, I could feel myself slipping out of consciousness.
Once I awoke, he had me tied up against the rear wall of his trailer with my hands tied above me and my feet tied down. He proceeded to blind fold and gag me. He said, "these were the stakes and this is all in fun, and although it's probably going to hurt like hell, I'm not really going hurt you."
As I hung there flexing, twisting and trying to pull free, he grabbed my jeans and belt and yanked my hips and abdomen forward and planted his fist firmly into my gut. This strategy became his MO for the next 30 minutes or so. At first I was writhing and moaning as he repeatedly sank his fist into my navel and mid gut, but as he broke me in, I just hung there like a scare crow in a field.
He said, "I need to make you move again boy," so he targeted my solar plexus with three sharp blows. I moaned deeply and flailed violently; I thought I was going to puke 🤢
After a brief break, the attack on my gut resumed. He once again targeted my navel, below the navel, inguinal areas, midgut, and obliques. Pounding me relentlessly
Once again, the punches ceased. But this time he began to forcefully run his hands across my battered pecs and abs. Pinching my nipples, pulling and plucking at the hair across my chest, armpits, and abs.
He said, "Stay!, I'll be right back," I could hear him walking away, the cab door open and then slam closed. I then heard him climb back up into thectrailer and walk towards me. My heart was racing, my adrenaline was flowing and I was terrified of what might happen next.
He then grabbed my face leaned in and whispered in my ear, "do you like to play ball, baseball?" He slowly ran a bat across my chest and abs. Harder and harder with each pass. I was now trembling from exhaustion and fear.
"Know what this is slugger?that's right, its a wooden baseball bat!" Want me to plant some wood in you?" He began to laugh. I heard him fire up a cigarette and could now smell the smoke. Once he finished burning one, he was ready to resume his game of torment and abuse.
"Ready for the grand slam, a home run slugger?" As he proceeded to lay the bat across my stomach with quite some force. Each crack across my gut took the wind outta me.
After a series of hard licks and jabs to the abs, he aggressively poked
Marrok65 (0)
19/07/2021 10:52(In risposta a questo)
Sorry, lost part of the recap from the copy paste process.
Will add the remainder of the story soon.
Punked Preppy (1 )
29/06/2021 16:18(In risposta a questo)
The very first time I met up with someone to get worked over..A mix of anxiety, intrigue, and nervousness consumed me as I made the 30 min drive..and it only got worse as I walked up to his door... After about 10 min of small talk I don't remember feeling anything but total excitement as he came up to me grabbed me by the front of my shirt and walked me backwards up against a wall and started pounding away.. Half hour later I'm panting and trying to get a breath as he pummels his fists BAM BAM into my gut which feels like it's on fire.. He keeps my knees from buckling by holding me up by the grip he has on my button down collar.. Another ten minutes of pounding his fists and the material of my once tucked in neatly pressed shirt he roughly ripped it open and worked me until I couldn't take it anymore... The color of my abs were purple and blue for two and half weeks but that intense pain only lasted about a week if that .I loved it, and am grateful for each gut bashing moment I can get