I first took up amateur boxing when I was thirteen and gave it up a few weeks short of my eighteenth birthday. My reasons for abandoning the Noble Art were that I was leaving school, starting a good job on the stock exchange, and was fed up with a life, which was limited to studying and training.

My last fight was to be against Errol Collins, a black guy who I had fought on a number of previous occasions. At first the fights ended with Errol stopping me, but as we got older I learned to avoid the black fighter's lethal swings, making us very evenly matched. In the last year, I had fought Errol three times and won comfortably each time. I, therefore, approached my last bout with a great deal of confidence.

When I got to the York Hall, I made directly for the changing rooms and found my opponent already getting changed. "Hi Errol," I said, "are you ready for another beating?"

Errol looked at me and smiled, "I have a new trainer, a new way of boxing, and I am going to whip your lily white ass. Of course, if you don't believe me, we can always have a little side bet - let's say fifty pounds."

"You are at work Errol and I'm still at school", I replied. "Which is a shame because it would be the easiest money that I've ever earned."

The guy gave me a funny look as if looking into my soul before saying, "OK, this is the deal: you win, you get fifty quid, I win, I get to abuse that cute little white ass of yours."

I had no idea that the guy was anything but straight, but like me, boxing had been so much part of his life that he never had time for girls. And, like me, he was properly as horny as hell, without any outlet. I thought about it, knowing that I could beat him hollow and heard myself say "OK guy, you have deal."

From the first bell I knew that I was in serious trouble, Errol was a totally different boxer, gone were the wild swings and uppercuts, replaced by an effective stick and run technique. He wasn't hurting me, but his combinations were putting him steadily ahead on points. At the end of the last round I realized that he had won and my body belonged to him.

We went downstairs to the changing rooms where we had our gloves and tapes removed. I started to go to the showers but my victor said, "Shag first, shower later."

I followed him through a maze of corridors until we came to the boiler room, which had a table and chairs set in front of the two large boilers. He pulled down my shorts and box, leaving me naked apart from my boxing boots. Having stripped himself, he showed me his large, black, semi erect cock and said, "I think I would like you to start off by getting this hard, with those pretty lips of yours."

I sank to my knees and took the weapon between my lips. I had never even thought of sucking another guy's cock but set about my task like a veteran
cocksucker. Before he filled my mouth with cum, he pulled me to my feet, bent me over the table, smeared Vaseline into my bottom with his fingers and said, "Time for the main event."