Pride before the fall - part 3 (written by Reg)

This is another awesome story written by our longtime reader Reg, author of the amazing story GoPros and low blows (part 1, part 2, part 3). I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did!

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Chris exploded in rage as he attacked Kyle, his teenage nemesis. The demon that had stolen his girl, nearly ruined his testicles and, just moments ago, defeated him in a comparison of their manly assets.

His powerful punch rocketed towards the teenager’s face, but Kyle was ready for it. The boy ducked fast, evading danger then countering with a punch deep into his rival’s unprepared abs. Chris grunted in pain and folded over but managed to charge forward trying to wrap his arms around Kyle’s waist and bring him to the floor. Kyle evaded him, slipping to the side and leaping onto his back, locking his arm around the older man’s neck.

Chris thrashed desperately, trying to dislodge his rival, but the teenager clung on like a limpet and Chris was soon gasping for breath. Kyle swung himself around his opponent until he was in front of him leaning over his back with his powerful arm still clenched tightly around his neck. Chris tugged desperately at the boy’s forearm trying to relieve the pressure on his neck. Then he looked up to see his rival’s naked boyhood. The hefty, semi-hard cock and plump young balls swayed provocatively before his eyes. He clenched his fist and roared in fury at this cruel reminder of the school-boy’s superior assets.

Pride before the fall - part 2 (written by Reg)

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Pride before the fall - part 1 (written by Reg)

This is another awesome story written by our longtime reader Reg, author of the amazing story GoPros and low blows (part 1, part 2, part 3). I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did!

Author’s note: The character “Chris” is based on a former friend of mine who really did look hot-as-hell but turned out to be a total arsehole. He was, I realise now, a paranoid, selfish and, overall rather pathetic excuse of a human being. His betrayal of my friendship inspired me to write this little tale.


Chris stood shirtless in the changing room checking out his reflection in the mirror. He was a good-looking guy, around average height with dark blond hair. We was wearing Armani glasses with classy  blue frames, that had little impact on his eye-sight, but accentuated the sophisticated and seductive image he was keen to project. Although he was now 28, he still had a fresh, youthful face that made him look several years younger.

Chris had a few close friends, but many people thought he was a vain and arrogant jerk. Behind his confident façade, there lurked a deep-rooted insecurity which he addressed by promoting himself at the expense of his peers. In his schooldays he had reached puberty early and, for those few blissful months, experienced the thrill of being physically and sexually superior to his classmates. Ever since that time, he had yearned to be a true alpha-male; feared by his rivals and capable of seducing any girl he desired. To his dismay, however, fate had dealt him a rather short straw. His youthful looks didn’t help and neither did his naturally slender and unimposing stature.

So, while he acted the part of a mean, tough guy, when it came to the crunch, he usually lacked the bite to back up his bark. Inevitably he had got into plenty of fights but was often beaten down by bigger and stronger opponents. His sex-life too had rather fizzled out since his teen years. The hot girls he lusted after were too busy flirting with more rugged, macho types and, despite his raging libido, Chris rarely got much action under the sheets.