Fighting For It

We had a fight, he won.
The loser had to give it all up, but I wasn't exactly 'with it' when he began.
The wager was my idea, basically because I wanted to know what it would be like to fuck a guys mouth and arsehole.
I'm bigger, stronger and originally thought, tougher than him. It didn't turn out that way.
And something else wasn't quite right too. I'm six foot two, muscular and have a seven inch cock. He's five feet eight, slim, yet has a nine inch dick.
Even though I hurt him with my first punch, he still flew at me and before I knew it, I was seeing stars.
Waking up, he was on top of me and my arsehole was being pounded.
It fucking hurt I can tell you. But I was never going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was making me feel even more pain.
So I bit the pillow and took his cock deep inside my rear fuck hole.
On and on he fucked me. Not stopping, not slowing up, just thrust after thrust until I began to feel enormous pleasure throughout my body.
It was the best feeling I'd ever experienced. My whole being was alive with sexual joy. It was so strong, so utterly thrilling my cock exploded beneath me and I didn't even know I'd become erect.
He knew then I was lucid. And that just seemed to spur him on. Every thrust from then on came with a comment about me being his bitch, his boy and his fuck slut.
When he came deep inside my arsehole, I remember feeling exhilarated for him. He moaned so loudly and with so much energy, his body shook.
That was it, I'd paid the wager, but in those moments of sexual gratification between us, we both knew it wouldn't be the last time.
From that initial violent sexual start, we moved on each night to longer more meaningful sex. Id suck his huge cock, and he'd give me the best blow jobs I'd ever had. Eventually after many weeks of him fucking me, I fucked him one afternoon.
My cock eased its way up his tight arse and we were kissing by then. It was no longer just a fuck. We'd begun to have feelings about one another. And I wasn't his bitch, his boy and just his fuck slut. We were lovers in every sense of the word.
Chris got out two months before me, but visited twice a week once I was transferred to an open prison.
Everything in our lives changed from that rough and dangerous fuck. We challenged each other each day with how we were. But those challenges became our relationship bedrock.
After getting out myself, we moved in together and are still lovers to this day.
We're both versatile, yet Chris fucks me more than I do him.
Once our lockdown world ends, Chris wants to marry me. Its a long way from him knocking me out in that cell, then fucking my virgin arsehole. To the businessman and gay lover I am today.
Prison in its current form is no solution to crime, nor is it a deterrent. But what it did do for two violent men, was show us we could be more than just our working class background. Indeed employing ex cons, our business and our personal lives are thriving.