Boxing training

You walk out the door to the bar room. You see a tall, older, man with muscular arms and a gray, but neatly groomed, handlebar mustache in a corner table. You walk to him.

"Well, it's just my educated opinion but I can see by the way you move that you could do with a few pointers." He says.

"Pointers? With what?" You ask smiling.

"About the sweet science, of course. The sportin' art."

"What are you talking about?"

"Pugilism, the manly, uh, and womanly art of hand-to-hand combat. That's what I mean."

"Well, I guess I could use some help with that."

"Well, let's go outside and see what I can teach you. You see, it's all about getting your whole wee body to snap just like a whip..."

You walk outside with him, and you start training. Several sweaty hours later you have manage to learn how to fight like a real pugilist.

"So you see what you were doin' wrong then?"

"That was great. Let me give you $10 for some brew on me. It's the least I can do."

"No, no, no. I could nay take money from ye. It was my very own pleasure to teach what I know. You take darn good care of yourself now. You've got real potential."

"That's great, let me ask you one thing though. Where'd you learn how to fight like that?"

"That was a long time ago. When I was a wee young lad, an' dinnay have any sense in me thick head. A place called Reno. You keep your nose clean and stay away from the likes o' that place."

"Where's Reno?"

"I dinnay want to tell ye. You get on now. Just keep out o' harm's way. Goodbye now."

"Are you sure you don't want tell me?" You lick your alluring lips.

"Maybe" He laughs.

You remove your leather pants and vest tossing them away. Revealing your hot, sweaty, naked body to him. You place him on his back to the ground, and lower his pants. You suck his big cock that appears in front of you. You move your hands on his shaft, and place a condom on it with your mouth. You move your hips on his cock, and dance upon his huge member. You feel his strong hands on your luscious rear. It feels so good. You both shout love making noises. His hands wander on your round breasts squeezing them tightly. You feel his manly body with your hands while riding this magnificient stalion. He doesn't last very long, but you don't mind.

"What's your name by the way?" You laugh.

"People call me John L. Sullivan." He laughs.

"You want to go New Reno with me?" You smile.

"Sure! Why not." He smiles.