A New Day, A New You part 3 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 3

... factly. “So wait you weren’t going to fuck me,” I ask a little relived. “Jesus kid I’m not gay and you’re not pretty enough to pass for a woman, get over that and look at what you did. You picked me up and slammed me around the room. Granted I let you have the first one and paid for that shit,” Desmond says looking at the ceiling before looking back at me,” but I was trying to see if you’d decide to be the aggressor as opposed to someone’s bitch. Maybe we got you past the being a bitch phase?” I nod and realize he was right, my head is killing me. Both men help me up and with Guy bringing up the rear we make our way up the stairs to get better medical attention. Its a couple hours later that I’m back in the gym with Guy and Desmond going over what I did right and how it felt. The two of them are very big on focusing on the hurt and not stopping till you feel done, not when people say you should. I have to state a word of reservation on that point. “You mean kill the guy if that’s what it takes,” I ask and Desmond laughs. “Or get down on your knees and suck his cock,” the big man tells me and Guy grimaces. “It’s about survival, you came down here to fight thinking it was a test till you were put into a no win situation. Fighting is not about winning or losing it’s about being the one who didn’t get beaten so bad the other person took a piss on him for good measure. The biggest lesson to learn other than to let your rage out and use it is that every fight hurts. Even the ones ...

... you win you will still feel the pain of it later and once you accept the pain you have to take as a price you stop being afraid of what you can do and that’s when you cross into a new way of thinking,” Guy explains putting new light on the situation. “And what way of thinking is that,” I ask and they both stare at me. “Like a warrior, like something man forgot,” Desmond says with pride,” If I was gay would that have made a difference since I could have beaten you down?” “Not really actually,” I reply quietly. “It’s a kill or be kill world. If you taste it and don’t run away from it then you are stronger, harder and more dangerous that ninety nine percent of the sheep out there. You were a sheep now we figure out what you really are and you find your fucking teeth,” Guy says proudly slapping me on the back. I do feel better about myself, he wouldn’t have fucked me or anything but I didn’t know that. Desmond is huge and hits like a fucking horse on steroids and I figure he probably could have fucked me if he was inclined to do it but I fought him back and he even said I hurt him though he could have hurt me worse. I keep hold of those thoughts after dinner as I’m lying in bed that night; I can fight back and should be fighting back. Let Richard have his money and looks, I can rip his fucking heart out if I need to. Okay maybe not that extreme but hell this is how men, real men did shit and it works. Guy has five wives and a beautiful family. He fought for it and now it’s all his ...