By
Lynda
I have always loved to see boys and men fight. Even before I knew what sexuality was I felt something stir in me when boys fought. I just always knew that fighting was something boys did for girls. As I became a woman it was pure sexual thrill watching men fight, especially if it was over me or I set it up. I love watching them get boners in a tough struggle and as I posted before, I have been privileged at being able to see a some nude fights. This makes it all the more erotic. I never enjoyed a beat down but there’s nothing like the pure electric eroticism of the build up and battle between two alpha males.
With that being said, I married a man whom I had never seen fight. Over the years, our sex talk centered exclusively on fights I had seen, fantasy fights, and opponents I would like to see him fight. My husband, Dave, got into my fantasy which got me hotter and paid off for him in bed. One of my hottest fantasies started at a company picnic at a state park.
While waiting for Dave outside of the men’s room a guy walked out and I got an eyeful as the door swung widely open and momentarily stuck revealing the urinal, which had no privacy walls. I saw my boss at the urinal. He had an average dick but he had the absolute largest ball sack I’ve ever seen on a man hanging in full view. The door shut before he noticed me gawking at it. He was a tall man, tanned with a nice athletic build a few years older than me.
My fantasy involved him and Dave squaring off in a field like two mighty bulls in a contest over mating rights. They hunkered down and rammed each other with their balls swinging wildly between their legs. My eyes would be fixated on those huge balls of my boss as he took command of the fight and head-butted my hapless husband’s balls until he passed out. The winner then mounted me to receive his prize. This caused me to masturbate more than ever as I mentally relived this spectacle.
To my joy, Dave actively joined into my fantasy during sex. I knew at some point I would see him fight and just assumed it would be in a bar or some similar place where I could flirt with a guy and get something started.
But reality soon proved to be hotter than fantasy.
...to be continued!
This story is bogus. I have been in fights, and believe me the one thing that NEVER happens is that you get a hard on. The nerves are on edge,and there is great stress. So getting a boner is out.
Reply DeleteAre you suggesting that the stories on here are less than factual and may have elements of fantasy? That's crazy-talk.
Reply DeleteHa Ha....crazy talk indeed Candy! :-)
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