The first punch I've ever taken was in elementary school-that's all I can say really. I was in a fight with another kid and their older sibling jumped in, punched me and left before anyone else saw-and I was stuck there and gasping and freaking out. Hated it-but developed a unique fascination then before I even understood anything sexual.
I don't recall my first time punching someone-I did a lot of sparring growing up, and it was never fully my intention to hurt anyone or savor pain in those occasions. Doing it for pleasure came significantly later.
I took a swing at a guy in the barracks latrine after talking smack to him. I'm not sure what we were arguing about or why I remotely thought I could lick a dude who clearly was bigger. I thought he was cute and wanted to bond I guess :) . My half assed wild swing toward his face was countered by him ducking and returning with a uppercut to my sternum and stomach. I distinctly remember my feet left the floor and I fell sideways on my shoulder. I remember the scream I let out too . The cute guy was nice too cause he apologized and helped me to my room. We later became pals. Years later I started craving getting punched so that was my impetus
I always had fantasies about fighting my dad. Problem was, my dad never really fought back, always rolling his eyes or shoving off my attempts when I tried jabbing his gut. I had a thing for gut punching, and often left myself open, but he never took the bait...except once.
I was 19 at the time, and my dad and his friends were having a few beers in the back, around a fire when I decided to go out and join them. Me and my dad started trading jabs and before I knew it I had gotten him on his back. I straddled his waist and was clumsily trying to pin his hands above his head. I remember looking down at his face and seeing how drunk he was, staring at my stomach which was right above his head. I liked leaving myself open like this, and I was shirtless at the time, showing off my developing gut. He was grinning, so I didn't think I had anything to worry about. Boy, was I wrong. One of his hands slipped out from under mine and before I knew it, he had slammed his knuckles into my over-arching belly. I hadn't prepared myself at all and the SPLAT! of the impact and the WHOOSH! of my air that followed was loud enough that I remember all his friends who were watching making an 'ooooh' sound of sympathy (along with a few chuckles). I clenched over him a moment, hunching my gut around his fist. He's a strong guy and my ass was lifted an inch or two off his waist from the impact. Finally, I rolled off him, onto my side, hugging myself. I remember hearing my dad and all his friends laughing, one of them yelling out, "must be all those beers you feed 'im, soft gut like that!" My face burned for a second, but my dad reached around my cradling arms, pressing his hand against my soft belly and rolled me over onto my back. He pinned me there, and I remember feeling all of his rough callouses against my soft skin. I hoped he hadn't noticed the tenting in my pants. But he just smiled at me and asked if I was okay. I gasped and tried to laugh, saying I was fine. Then, we got up, and drank around the campfire, some of the guys pointing out the red knuckle marks just above my belly button.
So this is really the first time I've taken a punch, and I've been pretty hooked on it ever since. Any of you guys take punches that have really stuck with you?
Dunla (2)
06.2.2015 19:18The first punch I've ever taken was in elementary school-that's all I can say really. I was in a fight with another kid and their older sibling jumped in, punched me and left before anyone else saw-and I was stuck there and gasping and freaking out. Hated it-but developed a unique fascination then before I even understood anything sexual.
I don't recall my first time punching someone-I did a lot of sparring growing up, and it was never fully my intention to hurt anyone or savor pain in those occasions. Doing it for pleasure came significantly later.
slimbut (5)
05.2.2015 22:25I took a swing at a guy in the barracks latrine after talking smack to him. I'm not sure what we were arguing about or why I remotely thought I could lick a dude who clearly was bigger. I thought he was cute and wanted to bond I guess :) . My half assed wild swing toward his face was countered by him ducking and returning with a uppercut to my sternum and stomach. I distinctly remember my feet left the floor and I fell sideways on my shoulder. I remember the scream I let out too . The cute guy was nice too cause he apologized and helped me to my room. We later became pals. Years later I started craving getting punched so that was my impetus
hundredand (0)
03.2.2015 0:19I always had fantasies about fighting my dad. Problem was, my dad never really fought back, always rolling his eyes or shoving off my attempts when I tried jabbing his gut. I had a thing for gut punching, and often left myself open, but he never took the bait...except once.
I was 19 at the time, and my dad and his friends were having a few beers in the back, around a fire when I decided to go out and join them. Me and my dad started trading jabs and before I knew it I had gotten him on his back. I straddled his waist and was clumsily trying to pin his hands above his head. I remember looking down at his face and seeing how drunk he was, staring at my stomach which was right above his head. I liked leaving myself open like this, and I was shirtless at the time, showing off my developing gut. He was grinning, so I didn't think I had anything to worry about. Boy, was I wrong. One of his hands slipped out from under mine and before I knew it, he had slammed his knuckles into my over-arching belly. I hadn't prepared myself at all and the SPLAT! of the impact and the WHOOSH! of my air that followed was loud enough that I remember all his friends who were watching making an 'ooooh' sound of sympathy (along with a few chuckles). I clenched over him a moment, hunching my gut around his fist. He's a strong guy and my ass was lifted an inch or two off his waist from the impact. Finally, I rolled off him, onto my side, hugging myself. I remember hearing my dad and all his friends laughing, one of them yelling out, "must be all those beers you feed 'im, soft gut like that!" My face burned for a second, but my dad reached around my cradling arms, pressing his hand against my soft belly and rolled me over onto my back. He pinned me there, and I remember feeling all of his rough callouses against my soft skin. I hoped he hadn't noticed the tenting in my pants. But he just smiled at me and asked if I was okay. I gasped and tried to laugh, saying I was fine. Then, we got up, and drank around the campfire, some of the guys pointing out the red knuckle marks just above my belly button.
So this is really the first time I've taken a punch, and I've been pretty hooked on it ever since. Any of you guys take punches that have really stuck with you?