0 comments/ 7934 views/ 2 favorites Lovers&Fighters Ch.01 By: TheWastelandRanger2247 Sometimes things just happen, and happen in ways and places we never expect. It all started when I finally decided to switch gyms from the overpriced sweat locker I had been going too forever. One of my friends told about this nice quiet gym on the edge of town, open 24/7, with lots of machines and very few stupid assholes who don't take a hint. They even have a section for martial arts in one end, so I could practice my Kempo if the mood strikes me. They even allow sparring provided you let the gym supervisors know beforehand. Best of all cute guys that you would actually like to meet come to this gym. One in particular stands out, He is tall, lean and muscular. He is a few years older than you, but he can't be more than 25. His name is Greg or something like that, you've heard it called a few times across the gym. With dark hair he is quiet and serious looking with a calm smile that gently exudes confidence in whatever he is doing. On the occasions you cross paths headed for the same machine he always nod slightly and lets you go first. He seems like a regular fixture at the gym and almost every time you go he is there. Always the same routine for him running for an hour, then weights showing surprising strength from his lighter frame. His rash-guard doing nothing to hide the fact that he is pure muscle, with his cut shoulders and arms doing more than some of the much larger regulars. What stands him out however besides whatever is hiding in his slightly loose fight shorts. Most of his workout is spent on the blue mats on the far end of the gym just besides the treadmills. Practicing strange exercises you had never seen before. It's clearly some kind of martial art, some portions even remind you of Kempo. The exercises are alien to you and you can't place what martial are he is trained in. The fluid movements are tantalizing, graceful and clearly designed to work all parts of the body at once. You often find on the treadmills so you can get a view of him. Even after you leave the gym you find your thoughts wandering back to his lean chiseled body and his exotic martial art. You almost missed a step and went sprawling out on the treadmill that time he was balanced upside down on his shoulders and his shirt fell down, giving you a great view and proving that what is beneath the rash-guard isn't a facade. After at least an hour of his fluid exercises he switches to a second set of movements, this on much more clear in its intent. Swift punch and kick forms similar to kickboxing, the forms show amazing balance, it's so flowing it almost looks like lethal kind of dance the way he moves. He never utters a sound, his breathing steady and his calm expression never dissipating. You know he takes note of you watching him from the treadmills, he will pause for a moment while he takes in that he is being watched. When hes returns to his routine he has a slight redness behind his ears. Over time you find yourself looking for him in the gym and as he trains, you find yourself wondering what else those strong legs might be good for. Wondering what hides inside those shorts, biting back how much you want to sink your teeth into that lean body. Shortly after warmth starts spreading between your legs and you enjoy feeling how your panties rub against your clit as you jog. Staring intently it was almost as if you could glimpse something sizable in his shorts. Thank god you wore black today, no one will notice the wet spot. Before long you find yourself working yourself up on how to talk to him. It's not unusual for you to be shy but something about him flustered you. Tonight however was different, you don't know what came over you but you came dressed to kill. Tight shorts instead of your regular gym pants, tight tank top, light bra and no panties. Everyone in the gym takes notices and while half the time you catch a couple people checking you out, today it would be hard to find someone who wasn't openly doing so. You even caught Greg catching a glimpse, you stuck your tongue out at him. Knowing he was busted, you were rewarded when he gave you an apologetic smile and an uncharacteristic wink. Anxious and eager to keep going farther you press him for more and approach the edge of the crash mats. "What style is that? I'm a Kempo black belt but I've never seen movements like yours? I see you do it all the time but I don't know what you practice." You inquire half curious, half using it as an excuse to talk to him. Shrugging his shoulders, the rolling muscles distracting you from fully paying attention to the answer "Well the ground work is Russian Sambo, the strikes are mostly from Savate. Of course I've picked up few other tricks here and there." "Do you think you could teach me some? I'd love to learn some ground work. In reality you just want to get up close and personal with guy that has been inadvertently teasing you the past month. "Kempo does a lot of stand-up but not a lot of ground work." Pleased at how well you made it sound innocent and hoping to god he says yes. "I'd love too But I will need to see what your skills are, why don't we start with something easy. No strikes, just try to knock me down anyway you can." "Okay" you replied thinking this will be cake, he can't weigh more than 160 pounds and you know some good take-downs from Kempo. Leaning against him and putting as much force as you can into the strong form. It felt like pushing against a brick wall, every time you moved he would adjust ever so slightly. Take-downs were equally useless, he would just shift his weight keep you from upsetting his center of balance. Frustration at you own ineffectiveness made you sloppy and before you could react, he snaked both arms under your own suddenly and pulled you to him. Chests pressed together, your breasts against his hard body. Your nipples hardened as you felt his shorts brush against yours. "I've got under-hooks" he smiled pleased with himself "My arms locked and I'm stronger, you won't be able to get me to off balance now." Feeling his weight pressing against you, you suddenly let yourself fall backwards pull him down with you. His face landed neatly in your crotch, stunned at his sudden intimate proximity to you. He didn't react or move at all, so you flip over on top of his back and claim your victory by sitting on his chest. "Very clever, you win this round" he said pleasant surprise plastered across his face. "So you want to learn how to play on the ground then? First rule, when you pass a guard control the arms." Leaning forward and wrapping his arms around your hips he flips you over. Now he is on top, your body pressed against his and now you really get to feel what he is made of. His hard-on pressing into you through your shorts and sending a jolt to your pussy. Then before you can react he leans forward and slides up past your legs and trapping an arm between two of his. "Got you cutie" He smirked. "Best two out of three you insist" you insist as he releases you and smiles. "Now I will show you how to guard on the ground." Wrapping your legs around his waist. "The idea here is to gain dominate position, I will try to put you into a hold. While you do everything you can to prevent it." Guiding you with his hands, he gives instructions. "Lock your legs and use them to hold be me back." As you lock your legs you become acutely aware that his hard-on is now just several inches from being able to slip inside you. Trying to concentrate and focus but finding it hard as he starts to move forward rubbing the bulge in his shorts against your pussy and as you push him back you find it now rubbing against your ass. Working his way forward and using my arms he sneaks past one leg and creeping forward past your defenses. Refusing to lose again a sudden thought comes to your mind and your grab the bulge in my pants and literally grab him by the shaft. "That's cheating" he chuckled and smiled. "You said do everything to stop you and I stopped you!" you grin wickedly. The gym at a glance was now deserted. "Not yet little lady let's see if you can maintain your guard under stress." His hands moved to your chest and started teasing your breasts. While using a leg to press gently down on your shorts and rubbing against your clit through the material. The dampness is starting to became noticeable and it was becoming very hard to not moan from all the attention. It didn't help having his nice cock grasped with between your fingers through his shorts. One of your hands reached down pulling off his shorts and giving you access to him. His left hand pulls your tank top and bra down exposing your nipples. His body presses your weight downward and shifting the weight backward as he presses his cock against your pussy lips through the fabric. His head moves to your chest his lips closing around your nipple. Biting it gently, causing you to gasp in pain and pleasure. Knowing full well that others can easily enter the gym and discover you at any time, you find suddenly you don't care. All you care about as you tug you shorts down is getting that hard dick between your legs. Pulling him toward the offering in mock wrestling, allowing one hand to runs down the shaft that will soon be inside you. While his hands runs over your pussy, slipping the tip of a finger down the moist length and sliding a finger inside you. Your already so worked up you clamp down on the intruder, and your hips rock slightly sliding it in and out a half inch. Then where there was one now two fingers appear and these make their presence felt by pressing deep inside, until a third appears at your asshole teasing slightly, testing your reaction. Finding no resistance it slips itself inside the tight opening and he eagerly proceeds to finger both your willing holes. You begin to climb up to a climax and sensing a change in your heavy breathing, he shifts forward. Placing the head of his hard shaft at your entrance and slamming himself into you. The need that has been clawing at you is finally fulfilled as he thrusts his hips into yours, bottoming out and causing you to squeal in delight. Breaking your hands free, you dig your fingernails into his back and trying to pull him deeper into you while he fucks the life out of you right there on the gym floor. So much teasing doesn't let you last long you quick cum, once then twice in succession at the end of the relentless shaft. Driving deep with those strong legs, giving you exactly what you have been fantasizing about since you first caught eye of the flowing movements. That hard conditioning now transferred to slamming his hard shaft into you with a speed and intensity that shoots pleasure through your body. Finally as a third orgasm washes over you, you get so tight it sends him over the edge. He cums with you, in your now thoroughly fucked pussy sticky warmth explodes inside you. Spent he collapses on top of you, and you wrap an arm around his neck and lean forward "I win" You say as you hold him gently in the choke-hold. He replies with a muffled "You win." After a few moment we recompose ourselves and realize being half naked in a gym is a bad idea and we re-cloth, you pulling your shorts up, his seed dripping from your pussy. Smiling that same calm smile and never taking his eyes off you. "If you ever want some more lessons, i'd love to try and get past that guard again and I've a private sparring mat at my place" He offered. "I'm free tomorrow." You say with a smile "Sounds perfect, Pick you up at 7?" Greg asked holding your smile with one of his own. "It's a date" Lovers&Fighters Ch.02 You were getting nervous, it was almost 15 minutes past seven. You had agreed to meet up again with Greg from the gym. If things went well, you would not only end up getting thoroughly fucked again, but maybe a boyfriend wasn't out of the question. If he stood you up however, it would be a big black mark towards his chances with you. Finally to your relief a sexy black GTO with red racing strips roars up, giddy and hopeful you ponder whether you should go out and see who it is. You don't have too, you phone rings and as you answer you are greeted with the same solid tone that drew you him in the first place. "Hey I'm outside, you ready to go?" A deep male voice spoke through the microphone. "Yes, I'll be right there." You reply realizing a breath you didn't know you were holding. Rushing outside to meet him, your flip flops clattering down the sidewalk as you races to his car. Hopping into the passenger's seat you were greeted by that solid unwavering smile. You had never really seen Greg out of the gym, and what you saw you liked. Matching his car's interior, he was black and red. A form-fitted red graphic T-shirt, a shield with chains emblazoned on his chest. Fitted black jeans slightly worn, it was an outfit that suited him nicely. The drive was short, turned out he lived in an apartment complex only five minutes away. Suddenly shy you couldn't find anything to talk about on the drive over so it was Greg who broke the silence, "Sorry I'm late, had to go shopping for dinner." He said indicated to a shopping bag in the backseat. "It's alright Greg, it gave me enough time to get ready for tonight" eager for the opening you asked. "So, what is for dinner?" "How does sweet and spicy chicken stir-fry, with a fresh herb salad and chocolate swirl cheesecake sound?" He answered in a steady tone. "Are you shitting me?" You blurt out. You had been expecting pizza or something, not a bloody three course meal. Greg laughed and shrugged "What can I say, I love to cook." "I should start calling you Chef Greg, imagine what the other girls at the gym would think about a guy who is fit AND can cook." You teased. "I'd rather you didn't, I'd have to beat them off with a spatula. I prefer not to be distracted at the gym." Greg joked backed "Unless it's you of course." he amended quickly. "Damn straight, I can distract you whenever I want." Smirking to yourself, standing straight up in your seat and provocatively displaying your chest. You had made sure you had picked the best top to showcase your considerable assets. "Of course, you can distract me anytime you like" he smoothly returned. His eyes accepting the offered view before snapping up and catching your gaze and locking it for a moment with a warm smile. His eyes shifted back to the road and your eyes fix on his lap to see any reaction, but this time those jeans hide any sign of the large cock you knew he was hiding. Pulling into the parking garage and making the way up to apartment. It was a nice building and as Greg fit his key into the hole you wonder what would be on the other side. Inside was a spacious two bedroom apartment, his furniture was modern and tasteful. Everything was clean and simple apart from the fact that half the living room had been converted into a training room. Crash mats, heavy bags and a large shelf lined with gloves, guards and pads. "We going to be using those later I presume?" You say coyly, remembering the previous nights naughty experience sparring with the lean fighter in the kitchen. "Well, you wanted to learn, and I'm more than happy to teach." Moving into the kitchen you see a vast array of cooking utensils. He wasn't kidding, he looked as comfortable in the kitchen, as he did in the gym. Already washing the vegetables, then chopping them finely and placing them into metal preparation bowls. He had the spices lined out in neat order, you almost expected him to start narrating like he was on a cooking show. You wanted to sneak up behind him and feel that tight ass in your hands. Something kept you at a distance, despite what happened last night he had made no indication if sex was on the table tonight. You got the feeling he was playing nice, and not trying to not pressure you. The way things turned out last night, it was a rather unorthodox way to ask someone out. Unsure of what he wanted or where things stood you and not wanting to screw things up you simply waited. "Please feel free to look around, and make yourself at home. Would you like a drink?" He asked not looking up distracted by the food. "Yes please! Something with vodka if you have it would be great." You reply, a drink would help you loosen up and relax. "I know just the thing" Pausing his work and washing his hands, he reached for a glass and made what looked like screwdriver with sprite added in. Taking the offered drink and taking a sip, it was delicious. As the alcohol entered your system you felt the warmth spread over yourself, especially between your legs. As he worked you watched in mild interest, letting your gaze run over his strong shoulders. His movement's as fluid and graceful here as they were in the gym. Smoothly orchestrating the little kitchen with a steady execution that made it clear he has had a lot of practice. Looking him over, you let your gaze fall over him, checking out his ass debating again walking up behind him and groping whatever you could. A large ceramic bowl holding the chicken coated in spices. Once the vegetables where chopped, Greg placed them in a frying pan with olive oil and left them while he turned to the chicken. Mixing additional spices and sauces into the marinade. "Where did you learn to cook? Most of the guys I've known have no idea how to even make toast." You ask, trying to concentrate while you fight yourself with the idea of skipping dinner and getting him to take you right then and there. The thoughts of last night's events were making you horny and eager for him. It also didn't help that you had spent most of the day slowly rubbing your clit thinking about him, never letting yourself get off since you were going to see him again tonight. You had yet to eat anything however, and Greg's cooking smelled so good. Shrugging aside your dirty intentions you decided to wait...at least for now. Chuckling he replied. "I've been cooking for myself for seven years now. I never really had any formal training, but I've good senses when it comes to taste." He wasn't kidding, he offered you a small spoon and asked you to taste for spiciness. It may have smelled good, but it tasted amazing. The flavor was great, the different spices blending perfectly and sending waves of taste over your tongue. The spiciness tingled and was noticeable but not overpowering. One thing was missing however, it wasn't very sweet. When you mentioned it his eyes locked on yours and tasted a small spoon of something. He leaned in and planted a sudden kiss on your lips and accepting it with pleasant surprise. You realize that he just ate a tablespoon of honey, the sweet taste of his lips blending with your own spicy lips creating the perfect balance. Savoring the feeling everything slows to a crawl as you both enjoy the long kiss. Until pulling back and returning to work, Greg returning to a soft smile "How was that for taste, better?" Blushing furiously you manage nod, still breathless and at a loss for words. "Good, it took quite a while to get that flavor just right. Never had it quite like that though." He said smiling that calm confident smile, his amazing hazel eyes showing just a hint of mirth. Once everything was finished we sat down at this small table and you find yourself ravenous, everything just tasted so good. You devoured all three courses. Conversation from there was pretty standard for a first date, likes, dislikes, plans for the future. You learned that Greg had just graduated university. He planned to become a police officer, but that had fallen through because he turned out to be colorblind. You turned out to have a lot in common and except for his odd taste in music, which could be overlooked because he also enjoyed your tastes as well. Once dinner was finished with Greg asked if I would like to work on some more grappling. The thought of Greg and the feel his hard body pressing against you again was too much to pass up. "I'd love too, but I'm afraid I forgot bring my gym clothes. So suddenly feeling wicked you peel your dress off leaving you in your panties and bra. So I guess you will have to grapple me like this." "I think I can manage." Greg said smirking deeply. Now there was no hiding the bulge in his jeans. "Can we play a game?" you asked an idea forming in your dirty mind. "What did you have in mind?" Greg asked raising an eyebrow "Its simple, you win I'll lose a piece of clothing. You explain, "If I get off all your clothes then I get to have you, however I want. Beat me twice, and I'm yours tonight, however you want." "Sounds fair enough." He agreed Either way you know that the lust that had been building inside you would be satisfied. With that, he stripped off his shirt and jeans. You now know why you haven't seen a hint of his shaft earlier. He was wearing tight black Tudo shorts, the tight material concealing and did a great job giving you a great view of the treasures underneath. I had the feeling that Greg wouldn't hold anything back this time. Your instincts were right on, because before you could even react Greg had you on your back pinned. His body pressed firmly against yours, he let his hips press down onto yours teasing your pantyline. Your freshly shaved pussy begged for the attention attention and you couldn't put up any resistance. As he let you up, you peeled off your bra and let your breasts out. Your nipples hard, erect and it was all you could do to keep your hands up and away from your panties. You circle each other for a moment until something inside you gives, and you pull your panties down and offer yourself up. "God I give up Greg you win, just please fuck me." Greg looked floored at the sudden offer, but he recovered quickly stepping forward and pulling you into another long kiss, his hands exploring your body and fingertips brushing your wet pussy. You go down to your knees and yank down his shorts, taking his shaft in your mouth with little ceremony. He is hard and eager, his hips gyrating uncontrollably as he lets out a gasp. You blow him with all your fervor and pent up lust. He pulls you back and lays you back down on the crash mats, he takes his turn giving you head. Lapping at your eager pussy lips and giving you some release. His skillful tongue is quick and he focuses on your clit. While he makes out with your lower lips it's all you can do to hold on, grabbing his head and pulling him closer to you. Squealing in delight, He gets you super close to climax. As you feel yourself building up to cum, he breaks off and puts the head of his hard cock up against your clit. "Please, don't stop, give it to me" you beg desperately. As Greg spears you, you climax for the first time, as your orgasmic shuddering tight pussy gets fucked and you start losing focus as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Greg is certainly doing his part, staying on top of your bucking hips and fucking the daylights out of you. As you hit each orgasm until you can't count how many you're at, all you can feel is that hard shaft pumping between your legs. You've drenched him and yourself in your cum, but now what you really want is to feel him cum inside you. So you start fucking him back and egging him on. He can do little to resist and his thrusts become staggered as he loses control inside you, the warmth of his seed filling you up inside, giving you one final orgasm before he collapses on top of you. "Fuck, that was great" Greg sputters, confident tone shattered for a moment as he gasps for air. Something about that was immensely satisfying seeing a crack in the persona and knowing you caused it. Both parties seemed content to lay there on the floor, Greg played with the ends of your hair while you traced lines into his shoulder for a while until Greg suggested we take a shower. Helping you up he lead you to the bathroom, the smell of cum and sweat was thick in the air and looking into the mirror you caught a glimpse of yourself, naked, flushed and with Greg's white cum visibly dripping from your pussy. Hopping in the shower, you let the water wash away the sweat, it was very refreshing, even if it messed up your hair. Greg joined you and began soaping up your shoulders, the thought of his cum dripping from you still in your mind. You took a little soap in your hands and reached back with one hand and rubbed his half-hard shaft. Greg began soaping your breasts and your rubbing was quickly turning into a rough hand job. Greg was hard again, and didn't take any time bending your forward and entering you from behind, placing your hands against the shower wall and letting the water wash over you as you let Greg fuck you. It felt amazing, your pussy was already sensitive and all that cum made for a very smooth slick access. That hard shaft pumping into you didn't take long to take you to another hard orgasm. Which then set Greg off and he was more than happy to refill your pussy with cum. After the shower, Greg carried you to his bed, the sheets where so soft and between the food, the drinks and fucking you fell asleep almost instantly, drifting off to sleep and looking forward to waking up beside him.