Boxers: Trouble?

This is the second installment in Boxers. Joe and Tyler are still together. It probably helps if you read the first. It’s more intimate than the last but I still think it’s romantic.

You probably want to know what happened with Tyler and me before I start the story. We were together, roughly, four months before this story started. About one month before this story starts I moved in with him. We hadn’t told anyone we were a couple (gay boxers aren’t exactly welcomed). If anyone asked I just told them we were good friends.

“You can fuck off as well!” I shouted slamming the phone down.

Tyler walked over and put his arm around me gently like he did when I was in a mood, “What’s the matter, I thought you were phoning about a new job?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah, but they said they wanted a person with experience not a guy that’s just a boxer. They said that I probably didn’t even have the knowledge to even begin to understand the job!”

“Cool it, Joe, you know what you’re like if you get angry,” he replied, “Come on I’ll calm you down.”

Tyler started to kiss me and unbutton my shirt but I pulled away “Not now Tyler.”

He replied, “Oh come on, you know you want it.” With that he decided to feel my chest with his tongue.

“Tyler” I said, he kept going, “Tyler! Just leave it!”

“What the hell is wrong with you!? I am just trying to lighten your mood!” Tyler exclaimed angrily.

“Oh just piss off!” I shouted and with that I stormed out slamming the door behind me.

I knew where I was going to go. I always took my anger out at the gym. After all whom could I talk to? I’d have to tell them I was gay and I was going out with Tyler.

I arrived at the gym and there weren’t many people around. I changed into some shorts and pulled on some boxing gloves. I started punching one of the punch bags. I suppose I thought if I kept punching harder I’d forget.

“Whoa, what did that punching bag do to you?” came a voice from behind me.

It was James, another guy who boxed in the gym. James is slightly shorter than me. He is slim; his body is fairly toned but he doesn’t have a six-pack yet. He has brown hair and blue eyes.

“Oh, hey James, how are you?” It came out a lot more heartily than I had intended.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Oh, you wouldn’t care.” I replied.

“Come on,” James said, “Try me.”

“Honestly James,” I replied, “It would take to much explaining, It’s a long story.”

“The jacuzzi will be empty so we can talk there. Got any trunks?” he asked.

“No,” I replied quite simply.

We walked to the changing rooms where James passed me a pair of loose fitting trunks. I changed and we walked silently towards the jacuzzi. James was right no one was around; this made me nervous. James climbed in and I followed trying not to sit too near him.

“So, are you going to start from the beginning?” James asked.

“James if I tell you this, could you promise not