Two Short First to Cum Stories: Cop (34) vs Shoplifter (22) and Liberal Latin DILF (45) vs Conservative Twunk (22)

    Hey everyone! It's been a while since I posted anything on this blog. Here are two short first to cum stories I wrote as a response to a prompt I came across on Reddit. There's a new subreddit r/GayGutpunching focussed entirely on gutpunching. Go join it if you're interested!

    If you've never heard of a first to cum or sexfight match, the objective is basically to force the other man in the match to have an orgasm first by jerking him off and assert your superior masculinity and manhood over him. First to cum matches really turn me on just like gutpunching does because I think the two have so much to do with asserting dominance and alpha-hood while humiliating your opponent in the most primal and basic ways that anyone can understand. I've of course tried to add some gutpunching elements to the stories. Hope you enjoy 😉💦

STORY ONE: COP (34) VS SHOPLIFTER (22)

  

  Sizing the shoplifter up, the cop thinks that he’s going to make another easy victim. He has been offering small time crooks a way out if they could best him in a first to cum loses match. But of the dozens of criminals he’s faced off against, none have been able to milk his cop cock. His domination over them begins from the physical assessment when they’re taken into the police station: criminals are told to strip naked so the police officers can check for any concealed weapons. During this time, he was feeling up the shoplifter’s muscles. He’s got some solid muscles, he thinks to himself, freely touching the shoplifter’s biceps, pecs, and abs during the check. The cop scoffs to himself when he sees the shoplifter’s tiny dick. Sure, it’s flaccid, but it’s still only about two inches long. This is going to be easy, the cop thinks. So assured of his victory, he probes the offender’s asshole tantalisingly.

    Feeling the touch of the cop’s finger go further up his hole than expected, the shoplifter shouts, “What the fuck!” The cop immediately presses his hand against the shoplifter’s mouth to silence him so the rest of the station doesn’t hear.

The Neighbours' Son (Part 1)

Max

Lachlan

    It was not easy for Lachlan Jones growing up. His parents had always been close to the Beckers who lived next doors. They would often visit each other for all sorts of special occasions from Thanksgiving to Halloween, or from Christmas to New Year’s. As the only child of both their families, Lachlan and Max Becker would spend most of these occasions together while their parents discussed adult topics like politics or the economy.

    This arrangement was entirely the problem for Lachlan. It wasn’t that he disliked talking to Max, but he found that every topic of conversation with the Beckers’ hunky son laden with adult overtones, even if they were normal banter between bros. The boys would naturally discuss topics like sports or girls during their conversations at the family get-togethers. Max, being three years older than Lachlan, had much more life experience. Max would talk about his achievements in various high school football games as a senior while Lachlan was still a freshman. Max would divulge his juicy senior secrets, sharing with Lachlan the details about his sexual conquests with some of the hottest girls in school. Worst of all for Lachlan, Max would always tease Lachlan for his smaller muscles, telling Lachlan that if he wanted to get the girls and become a grade A stud in high school like him, he would have to start working on his muscles.

   “Dude, I’m telling you. All you gotta do to get chicks to sleep with you is get bigger muscles. Seriously, dude, when I was a freshman like you, my muscles were way more developed than yours,” Max would often tell Lachlan while they were sitting on a couch while drinking a can of beer. Lachlan, who was too young to drink legally and whose parents forbade him from drinking, would feel emasculated by his older, more muscular neighbour who was practically the embodiment of masculinity for someone of Lachlan’s age and size.

    Without warning, Max would start probing Lachlan’s weaker muscles, starting with his chest and moving down to his abs before ending by squeezing the younger male’s biceps. Max and Lachlan were relatively the same height, being 1.80m and 1.73m respectively, but Max’s muscles were undeniably stronger than Lachlan’s. Lachlan was used to this by now – their conversation always turned to Max’s superior muscles, which led to Max peacocking and showing off his well-built body to Lachlan.

    “Stop it, man…stop…you know I don’t like it when you touch my muscles like this,” Lachlan would weakly retort only after Max had finished feeling his diminutive muscles.

    Max replied: “Hahaha what muscles brooooo? You don’t like me touching you precisely because you don’t have muscles, little man. I’ve got plenty of muscles and I don’t mind when people touch me. Come on, bro, see what a real man’s body feels like.”

The Basketball Captain and The Freshman

19-year-old freshman Timothy

21-year-old basketball captain Dylan

They met at an off-campus basketball court at 8pm like they had agreed earlier during practice.

The lights were dim. Some of the lightbulbs on the lampposts outside the court were flickering as the town council had not looked into replacing them. The veil of night, along with the intermittent flashes of darkness, added a rugged feeling to the court. 

19-year-old Timothy had only joined the basketball team his first semester in college but was eager to join the varsity team. He played forward in his high school basketball team and was always regarded as a straight shooter, but college basketball was a different monster altogether. Although he was athletic and had put in the hours training for a better performance on the court, he always felt like he was pulling up short against the other players in his team who just seemed to be more gifted.

His dip in performance affected his self-esteem. Timothy felt good back when he was playing basketball in high school because he was seen as a good player and added value to the team. In his new environment, there were times when he would be told just be a benchwarmer. He would only be in the starting line-up sometimes whenever the coach had a good feeling about him, which was not often.

He was used to the attention that he got for being a player on the basketball team. Granted, he wasn’t the best nor the most handsome in his team, but it was high school, which meant that there was no shortage of admirers for anyone in the school basketball team – even the benchwarmers.

Without this attention, Timothy began second-guessing himself and started scrutinising his own physical appearance. He was by no means unattractive, but every minor flaw of his athletic body became impossible for Timothy the Benchwarmer to bear. 

Private's Punishment (Part 1)

Private Shaun

Private Fun

    In the army, the only thing that would get you respect was strength. No amount of bootlicking would earn respect. No amount of hard work would earn respect. No amount of good looks would earn respect. Strength and strength alone gave soldiers their respect. After all, it was their strength which set them apart from normal civilians. Where a normal civilian’s shirt would be hiding a beer gut, one could expect a solid set of abs beneath a soldier’s uniform. Perhaps it was with their washboard abs that their uniforms could be kept so clean in the first place, what with the fabric constantly rubbing up against their solid mountains of muscle mass grinding up and down in their exercise drills. Sweat and musk would make for good detergents in cleaning those uniforms out on those washboard abs.