Boxer Pria Novels & Stories

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.

“I hope so.” “And how’s your head?” “No problem,” he said. “I’ve boxed for almost twenty years, twelve of them pro. I barely feel a little tap on my head anymore.” Sarah Gillis’ eyes lingered on his arms and chest for a few seconds. A boxer. Yum. This guy is incredible. I’m not sure how much I’d mind being trapped in a sleeping bag on a barn floor with him during a snow storm.

But in their absence, I would swiftly hand over my possessions whenever Taylor demanded them. This situation led me to join a gym during my teenage years. It all began after watching a TV interview with a famous boxer who shared that he initially learned boxing as a way to defend himself against bullies at school. Through consistent workouts in the gym, he eventually pursued a career as a professional boxer. I didn't aspire to become a boxer, but I wanted to be able to defend myself when I was alone. One statement from the boxer resonated with me. He said, "These kids were the same size and height as me, but the only difference was that they had muscles, which gave them stamina. They took ad

Brown took advantage of Jay-B's pause to speak up. "In short, The fun is just starting!" Both opponents rushed at each other just then. Boxer threw a punch. Wolfe blocked and threw his. Boxer, instead of blocking, threw another punch with his other hand. He was taking a gamble, relying on his superior 'fist power'. Both fists hit their targets right in the face. Wolfe staggered backwards from the impact while Boxer merely took a step backwards to steady himself before taking three steps forward and kicked at Wolfe's mid-riff, sending Wolfe back to the floor once again.

Coldness appeared on Dominic's face, he growled and said. "You want me to break your arm? How dare a useless boxer like you bully my woman?" Dominic said as he rolled his eyes at the other boxer. Just now, Dominic quickly hugged Lisanna and protected Lisanna from Ricky's father's attack. Ricky's father is a boxer, so his body is very muscular. However, a blow from Dominic also caused him pain. He grabbed his hand and gave Dominic an angry look, then he spoke. "This bastard dares to beat my wife until her head bleeds. I have to punish her. Are you defending a whore?"

Two of which he knew, looking rough and tattered and one, whom he didn't know, was bound tightly to a chair. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked in his baritone voice. Kai and Seiji felt chills run down their spine. Sunny Lee is not only a boxing champion but also a retired soldier. The man was a complete beast. Even bigger than Seiji. He had a bald head with two dark eyes that seem to peer right into your soul. His nose was crooked and he had a bushy greying mustache above thick lips. He was dressed in a three piece black suit which did nothing to hide those bulging muscles.

I was still trying to make a decision when the towel fell from his face — my lips fell apart, moisture drying up quickly down my throat. Greg looked like a different person — transformed from what I had pictured in my head. His lightly tanned body was damp and bare with just a pair of black boxer briefs clasped around his waist, doing nothing to help get my eyes off his groin protruding in front like a loaded gun waiting to be fired. His body was built like that of an athlete — strong muscles, wide chest and albs defined like none that I had ever seen. I wondered if what the internet said about him being a retired boxer was true.

He has so many models at his disposal, he doesn't need to search anywhere. "I am not suicidal like you. She is Asher Morrison's wife. Don't you know that it's similar to courting death if we against that man? He is not only rich, but also a famous boxing champion during his college days. If not with his money, he can easy crush out skull's with his fists" Lance reminded Bryan. Asher used to be a boxing champion during his college days. A sport which he picked out of curiosity. By the end of his senior year, he became undefeated.

The boxer looked at Samuel, who was wearing a mask, and said with a smile, "Dude, be careful. My fists are not for fun. If you are killed by my fists, you should put in a good word for me when you meet Yama." Samuel smiled and didn't say anything. He crooked his finger at the boxer. The boxer's face turned grim. He exerted his strength with his legs and moved forward. Samuel leaned to one side to dodge the punch.

I furrowed my brows at him. "Like?....." I asked. He chuckled. "Something you're not supposed to know about," he said. I gasped. "Should I be scared of you?" I said sarcastically. He frowned. He rushed over to me, screaming like a fucking banshee. He threw a punch. I tilted my head to the side. I gave him an uppercut, causing his jaw to vibrate. He's weak. I have a black belt in Taekwondo and Muay Thai. I'm also a professional boxer. He fell to the ground. I grabbed his collar and lifted him to his feet.