Very few people had been granted a bumming rematch with Floyd Mayweather, and so I felt honored to be given the chance.
I stroked his bald head, gently nuzzling his nape and kissing him gently on the lips, letting my tongue play over his beard... though not like a faggot.
As I wanted Floyd to enjoy it, I took out my aching, throbbing phallus and pulled down an extra lite condom over it.... just enough to protect against any diseases, but also thin enough to give maximum pleasure to us both. I couldn't wait to feel his lower colon being lovingly nudged by my glistening bell end.
Suddenly, however, Floyd exploded in a rage.
"Woah, woah, woah! Hold on, hold on!" he yelled. "Ain't no way you're entering Money May's ring with cover as light as that!" he screamed.
"Floyd... what?" I said, taken aback.
"Y'all gonna enter Money May's rectum, you're gonna agree to have extra padding!"
I tried to argue, but he insisted, pulling out a box of condoms that were fitted like cushions.
"Floyd," I protested, "how can I feel your kidneys with condoms that thick? They're like pillows, I won't be able to do anything that you'd feel."
"That's the point," he snapped harshly, causing a tear to enter my eye, and for once, not a milky tear in my Jap eye, "Money May's the best ever, and if you enter his ring, y'all better know that you need lots of padding... I could get hurt in there otherwise."
I nodded, basking in his sage wisdom. How could I have been such a fool?
"And y'all best know, if y'all gonna bum me, y'all better lose weight, too... I want you dropping 5 pounds before you can enter me. Don't y'all be a hater, now!"
I tried to resist, but Al Haymon stepped in and threatened to pull me out.
Well, I ran around the block, got on sweat pants, the lot. Eventually I managed to drop down, but by then I was spent, exhausted. I got my penis inside his sphincter, but I could tell he could hardly feel anything, the padding was so over the top, and I had next to nothing on my thrusts, as I was so weight drained.
After I'd tried my best, he took the centre of my ring, and sodomised me with venom. I felt cheated, ashamed. I googled the exploits of our bumming, and discovered that there were already 80 threads in NSB saying that Sugar Ray Leonard couldn't bum anywhere near as well.
I slunk away, ashamed, and lowered my head in abject self pity. As I did so, I heard some abusive words behind me.
"Mllmmmmmllmmmmlllll" the voice said.
It was a voice full of derision, but also full of Floyd's cock and balls. I didn't have to turn round to know who the voice belonged to.
"Enjoy yourself, Larry," I said, drying my tears, "you're welcome to him."
I stroked his bald head, gently nuzzling his nape and kissing him gently on the lips, letting my tongue play over his beard... though not like a faggot.
As I wanted Floyd to enjoy it, I took out my aching, throbbing phallus and pulled down an extra lite condom over it.... just enough to protect against any diseases, but also thin enough to give maximum pleasure to us both. I couldn't wait to feel his lower colon being lovingly nudged by my glistening bell end.
Suddenly, however, Floyd exploded in a rage.
"Woah, woah, woah! Hold on, hold on!" he yelled. "Ain't no way you're entering Money May's ring with cover as light as that!" he screamed.
"Floyd... what?" I said, taken aback.
"Y'all gonna enter Money May's rectum, you're gonna agree to have extra padding!"
I tried to argue, but he insisted, pulling out a box of condoms that were fitted like cushions.
"Floyd," I protested, "how can I feel your kidneys with condoms that thick? They're like pillows, I won't be able to do anything that you'd feel."
"That's the point," he snapped harshly, causing a tear to enter my eye, and for once, not a milky tear in my Jap eye, "Money May's the best ever, and if you enter his ring, y'all better know that you need lots of padding... I could get hurt in there otherwise."
I nodded, basking in his sage wisdom. How could I have been such a fool?
"And y'all best know, if y'all gonna bum me, y'all better lose weight, too... I want you dropping 5 pounds before you can enter me. Don't y'all be a hater, now!"
I tried to resist, but Al Haymon stepped in and threatened to pull me out.
Well, I ran around the block, got on sweat pants, the lot. Eventually I managed to drop down, but by then I was spent, exhausted. I got my penis inside his sphincter, but I could tell he could hardly feel anything, the padding was so over the top, and I had next to nothing on my thrusts, as I was so weight drained.
After I'd tried my best, he took the centre of my ring, and sodomised me with venom. I felt cheated, ashamed. I googled the exploits of our bumming, and discovered that there were already 80 threads in NSB saying that Sugar Ray Leonard couldn't bum anywhere near as well.
I slunk away, ashamed, and lowered my head in abject self pity. As I did so, I heard some abusive words behind me.
"Mllmmmmmllmmmmlllll" the voice said.
It was a voice full of derision, but also full of Floyd's cock and balls. I didn't have to turn round to know who the voice belonged to.
"Enjoy yourself, Larry," I said, drying my tears, "you're welcome to him."
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