Discoveries of a Young Man Pt. 08

Authors note

"Discoveries" is back. I hope you enjoy it. More to come. Happy reading.

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In the small college town of Courtington, Indiana, there was a cozy small suburban home. It wasn't in the best of areas in this small town, but the residents in this particular home lived life to the best of their abilities. A small loving family prospering through hard work and caring for one another.

Nowadays it was getting colder as November was falling into the latter half of the month.

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Living with two girlfriends was something I never envisioned for myself. To think about two months ago, I existed just to exist. Now I was living life in the happiest of fashions. I had a job, I was finally finding my form athletically as a boxer, I soon had my degree. But most importantly, as stated, I was living with two bomb ass girlfriends. And it was a day-to-day thing I certainly could get used to. Hell, I am currently getting used to it. Nothing was like coming home from a day of boxing and college work to my hot cougar girlfriend giving me my welcome home kiss, then getting the same from my hot blue-haired goth girlfriend as well.

While Mel was fierce, aggressive, and more sexual in our relationship, Hope was quite different. Being younger I kinda expected it to be the opposite. Not that Mel didn't enjoy tenderness, and Hope certainly enjoyed sex, it was just that they both had different outlooks on what they wanted in a relationship. There were plenty of occasions when we just hung out in the living room watching TV, both of them cuddled up in my arms. Or me in Mel's warm embrace, and Hope in mine.

Hope turned out to more of a loving girlfriend. Mel too, but Hope seemed to settle for a lot of cuddling and the comforts of having a rock in her life. It made sense, and I had no problem being that for her. Hell, who was I to tell anyone anything? I was the luckiest man alive, at least by my own standard.

Maia had been a bit standoff-ish when she was told about the... situation. I understood why of course, but Maia eventually accepted it for what it was and seemed more and more to come around for it. She just rolled her eyes and said "At least you're not him," referring to David. As a way of making amendments, I agreed to join her at whatever charity work she was doing, both as a chauffeur and as an active participant.

So that was how we would spend our thanksgiving. I decided not to go out to Seattle with my family, so that I could instead work at a soup kitchen where Maia was fairly active.

"David usually watched football," Mel said when I asked about how they usually did their celebrations. "But we don't have to now."

Hope perked up at that. The four of us were eating breakfast, talking about the upcoming holiday just around the corner.

"We don't have to watch football?" Hope asked. I could tell she was not a huge fan of the sport. Maia also. She shot her fist into the air in celebration.

I wasn't the biggest fan myself, even having played it. Getting benched a whole lot may have been a huge part of that reason.

"Yeah, I don't know if that is the most popular sport in this household," Mel chuckled. "We're a boxer family, now, I guess."

"Why don't we watch Resident Evil instead? At least some of them?" Maia asked eagerly.

Mel's rolling of her eyes were almost audible. But she relented. Anything but football, I guess.

"Sure. Why not," she said. The girls cheered. I couldn't help but smile. "I'll endure the endless amount of zombies."

"It's settled then!" Hope said.

"I don't get a saying in this? Man of the house?" I teased.

"Nope," Hope said promptly, folding her arms, looking at me sternly, emanating laughter around the kitchen table.

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Of course, I lost my last fight, but that didn't really matter. All that had happened after sort of deleted the whole depressing notion of having lost from my mind. Instead, I focused on getting better. The focus and determination were something that translated into so many parts of my life now, and I knew what fueled me. It was the wins, not the losses. The losses were mere setbacks. I knew if I wanted to get better at anything, I had to work for it.

At the gym, we had made some expansions. Frank had cleared the weight machines and instead replaced them with a mat area. A mat area? An area where people who did other martial arts could hang out, I guess. That was how Frank put it. It was a way of expanding the business. Me keeping the books sort of made Frank more available to expand. He was also looking at some contractors to build another wing to the gym, and to section it better. Now it was just a ring, the former machine area, a free weight area, and the heavy bag area.

"I want a pro section, kids section, and a bunch of different martial arts," he told me, showing the blueprints while inspecting the areas he wanted to refurnish.

Freya was also looking to become more of an instructor anyhow. She was probably not fighting again but loved combat sports with such a passion that there was no way she'd stay out of it. Unbeknownst to me, she was a purple belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ), on her way to a black belt, so she knew a thing or two. She even handed me a flier for me to hand out.

Freya also handed me my own ass. While losing sucked, and one might expect the coach to tread lightly, Freya didn't know any such vocabulary. The first thing she had me do was jump rope for twenty minutes straight, then right into defensive sparring with some of the new guys. Kinda sucked getting beat up by someone I knew I could fuck up at any moment, but I guess it was sort of twofold. I needed more defense, and the newcomer got to punch the only active fighter in the gym, other than Frank.

In the next fight I won by points. It was sort of on purpose, to teach me that I could go the distance and to score. Even if it was just 3 rounds of 3 minutes. In the pros, it typically was 4 or 6 rounds in the beginning. But the style of boxing was a necessity, especially if I were to go pro, which was more and more enthusing. I knew I couldn't make a living as a boxer, but to at least get paid while getting punched in the face was a solid argument for ditching the amateurs.

The next two fights I lost. They were in rapid succession, so for the latter I was probably not as fresh as I needed to be. I had tried pointing myself to victory again, and it simply didn't go in my favor. I actually didn't mind the losses. The opponents seemed to know how I usually knocked people into submission, so they were more than happy to point away.

It was sort of part of my strategy to learn more styles of boxing, and not knock everyone out, and in the amateurs, there was a lot of pointing. Sure it stung, both in the fight and the losses, but it was a learning experience I would likely not get many of in the pros. I got to test out fighting south-paw and in the philly shell, just to feel how it was outside of training.

Something that was an upside to coming to the gym, however, was that Hope was coming more often. In addition to hitting the pads and the heavy-bag, Hope had taken up BJJ, and seemed to have a pretty good knack for it. I knew Hope had a lot of natural strength, and from the small boxing she had done I also had seen that she had a certain athleticism.

After a heavy bag session of my own, I caught myself staring at Hope and Freya rolling on the mat. I knew there was nothing intimate about being in the clinch like that, but as a spectator, I couldn't help but admire the view.

Hope was flat on her back, trying to keep her knees between her and Freya, but somehow Freya managed to slip her knee in between Hope's thighs and force them apart. Freya moved closer between Hope's legs and bent over her, trying to get Hope in a hold, but Hope thrusted her hips up into Freya causing her to be thrown off to the side. Freya repositioned herself so that she was sitting on top of Hope's waist instead. Hope again thrusted, which caused Freya to bend over Hope.

From my view, I had a perfect view of Freya's bent over muscled spandex-clad ass, her upper body clad in a tight sports bra hovering over Hope's petite body. Both were wearing tight clothing and were quite sweaty at this point, so the view was pretty flattering to me.

But not for long, Hope rolled up trying to get Freya's back. Big mistake. Freya turned and clenched her legs around Hope's waist, causing a wince from the young goth. Hope tried reaching for Freya, but Freya kept rolling around outside of her reach, keeping Hope away with the strength of her legs.

Freya finally found an opening where she managed to get back on top of Hope, who was now in a nice prone position, with legs and arms locked up by Freya. Hope tapped out. Dang it. I hoped it would last a little longer, but I guess not. Poor Hope was rubbing her sides from Freya's iron tight grip.

"Good effort," Freya said, getting off of Hope. They were both shining in sweat. Hope's pale skin shone extra in the light, while Freya's olive was glittering. Both chests heaving as they were catching their breaths.

Freya even smacked Hope's ass. It was something she did with all the competitors she respected. Which was me.

"Bran, office. Now," Freya said, not even looking at me and headed to one of the two offices.

Freya's office was mostly storage, but when we talked about boxing strategies and whatnot, she liked doing it there.

"Someone's excited," Hope teased, glancing down. I looked too. Yep. I was starting to get hard.

"Mind if we take the shower at home? I'm scared Freya might have her way with me in the shower. I need your warm protection, dear big burly man," Hope teased, biting her lips, running a finger down my chest.

"Naughty little girl. Stretch out and I'll join you in the car," I said, heading back after Freya.

"What's up?" I asked, leaning through the door.

"Sit down, newbie. Or whatever you're called these days," Freya said, totally ignoring my semi.

She knew of my situation with the girls, and perhaps she just tried to play it all off and not bring it up. It didn't really impact the boxing, so who cares, right?

"Hope is good, right? Told you she's strong."

"Absolutely. Real talent. Anyway, you lost twice. But you didn't lose by much. I think a couple more amateur matches where you pad your experience a bit, then you go pro. What do you think?" Freya asked matter of factly.

"You're the boss."

"I am the coach. You can say no," Freya explained.

I decided to think it through a bit.

"I am a light heavyweight, right?" I asked. It was more rhetorical.

"So in the pros, will that be the same?"

"Yes?"

"Maybe I should just go for pro then?" I liked the thought of being a pro light heavyweight. It sounded pretty dope. Maybe cruiserweight later, but light heavyweight just had a nice ring to it.

"I take it back. You're not the boss. Two more amateurs this Monday and Wednesday, then you get the thanksgiving off," Freya said sternly. "Then maybe pro."

Getting into the car, I was greeted with a sweet kiss from my dear Hope, who was the ever-loving tender one. Which was a contrast to her outward persona as a gloomy goth, but ever since we got together, she had been in a much happier space. Sure she could tease and show a dominant streak like her mother, but in the day-to-day Hope preferred to enjoy the security of her new life situation. Stability. Something often underappreciated, but not by Hope.

The whole drive home she rested her head on my shoulder, and when we got home she guided me up to the shower in the master bedroom. It was way more spacious and had a nice tub as well. We undressed and I immediately started soaping in Hope's beautiful breasts. They weren't the biggest, but plenty ample to play around with. More than a handful and in urgent need of a good soaping.

Hope giggled at my eagerness, pulling me up for a deep kiss, shoving herself into my mouth with more force than necessary, but enough to have me utterly dazed by her.

"You liked seeing us girls getting it on, then?" Hope asked, after kissing me deeply. She rubbed her soft hand along my growing shaft.

"No idea what you're talking about," I said. Playing hard to get so I wouldn't walk into a trap or anything. Something I was prone to do.

"Teenager in tight yoga pants dominated by female boxer in her 20s? Sounds pretty hot to me. Don't you think Freya is pretty?" Hope demanded, giving my cock a quick squeeze. Not the punishing kind, the judging-my-reaction kind.

"Erh," I started. I knew objectively Freya was a good-looking girl. Fit, muscular, a few years older than me. But she was my coach. And I had two hot women at my disposal... or rather, I was at the disposal of two hot women.

Hope muffled whatever my answer might've been by cradling my head with one hand and pulling me into nuzzling her neck, still stroking me with her other. Multi-tasking

"Don't worry. I think she's hot. Kinda gets me going getting pinned by her," Hope purred, slowly jerking me. "I think she would be a great addition to your tattoos."

Hope trickled her hand down to where my two tattoos were. One fairly fresh. The first was one red kiss from Mel, and the newest one was a black kiss from Hope. Both on my chest next to each other. Mel had even joked about hunting down the girl who took my virginity back in high school, to keep the record straight.

I felt myself growing by Hope's actions. And honestly, from her talking too. Her teasing me about other girls was maybe a trap, but the way she did it got me going. Eventually, Hope had enough. She moved in close to me, hugging me to her naked body. She moved her hand from my chest to my right hand, guiding it slowly back and down her back, to her ass.

She wanted to be felt up, and I was no stranger to denying her. Of course I would. I could tell the gym had paid off for her. Hope's ass was already nice, but it was getting even more shapely as she put on more muscle.

I felt her press her ass back against my hand as I kneaded her cheeks.

"Can you do it again?" she asked.

"What's that?" I asked. We hadn't done all that much sexually yet, so I wasn't too sure what she was getting at.

"Finger my ass a bit? Not too much, I just... want the training..." Hope mumbled into my chest, hiding her shy face.

"Training?" I asked, a bit puzzled.

Hope hesitated. Staring into my eyes, she found courage. She knew she could trust me. I brushed her hair aside to get a better look at her. Her eyes were such a deep shade of blue, matching her colored hair. I could look into them forever.

"I... uhm... I really want you in my ass, but I need to be ready for it," Hope said rather bluntly.

"Woah, you're one to move fast," I quipped.

"You don't want to?" Hope asked, slightly concerned.

"Yes! Of course, Hope. You know me, I love me a nice piece of ass," I said, emphasizing my rubbing her ass with my nails, giving her goosebumps. The satisfaction was causing her to hum, closing her eyes softly.

But not for long. Hope looked up at me determined.

"Well. Then I need training. You're pretty big, you know. I really wanna give you all my firsts, and I don't know... Anal has always been sorta appealing to me, and I really want you to be the one to fuck my ass, to put it bluntly."

It was crass, but her sentiment was so sweet. Hope truly was devoted to being mine. I hoped I could be as good to her as she wanted to be to me.

"I'll give you all the training you need," I said, eager to get to 'training'. Hope bit her lip.

"Get to work then," she said, leaning her head to my chest again.

The warm shower, steam, and hot, blue-haired goth made for an incredible scene. Her wanting me to gently sink one of my fingers into her petite ass made it even better.

I made sure to give her lots of goosebumps first, gently caressing her ass with featherlike touches from my fingers, warming her up. I didn't know if that was the correct way, but it felt like it. Stimulate the area, then ease into it, you know. So rubbing her for a few minutes, then stroking her, slowly kneading her cheeks seemed the best course of action.

"Oh god..." Hope muttered when I started dragging my fingers closer to her ass crack, feeling the shapes of her ass.

I slid my middle finger down into the cleft, rubbing down and up, up and down until I rested the tip of my finger on her hole.

"Please... be gentle," Hope pleaded. I kissed the top of wet hair, reassuring her. Of course, there was nothing else I wanted to be than gentle with my girls.

I pressed inward with my finger. Hope let out a sharp gasp and winced a bit, but held through as I slowly and gently slid my finger into her ass. I took it incredibly slow, as I knew everything we ever did would be very new to her. I only inserted the first part of my middle finger, figuring that was enough. Gently, slowly, I started to drag my finger in and out, causing Hope to gasp again, but now not as sharply.

She let out a satisfied moan as her ass started to get accustomed to my finger. Hope moved her hands around my waist to hold me tightly, as she felt the discomfort more and more get replaced with an odd sensation of pleasure.

As her pleasure grew, Hope moved from biting her lip to sinking her teeth into my shoulder instead, whimpering and hugging me tightly. Both trying to escape the oncoming overwhelming feeling, but also embrace it.

"That's it... Fuck, Bran, I'm gonna... gahd..." Hope jaggedly gasped, sucking down and biting into me harder, probably giving me a mix of a bite and a hickey. But I found the kind of pain that came from such biting... was pleasurable in some odd way.

"That is so goooooood," Hope squealed, releasing me with her teeth, arching her head back, and moaning loudly, cumming hard. I felt her entire being shake and her ass clench around me.

After coming down, Hope pressed at my shoulders for me to ease down.

"Fuuck. That hit the spot. While I love having you handling my ass, I think I'll rather give you one of my other firsts," Hope said and gave me a half smile, a short giggle, and sunk to her knees.

I was flabbergasted. So far my own blowjobs were from the loving skills of Mel. I couldn't help but wonder how Hope was. I knew it was her first, so I wouldn't judge. It was where the blowjob came from that mattered, anyhow.

"Fuck, why did I even decide to do this?" Hope pouted. "I don't know if I can get any of you in my mouth."

"Do whatever you're comfortable with. Or not, I won't force you," I said, comforting her.

"Oh shut up, Mr. Good Guy. I'll blow you if it is the last thing I'll do," Hope said determinedly.

I shrugged. Who am I to argue?

"Blow me away," I joked. Hope smiled wickedly up at me. Then she turned to my semi-hard cock.

She picked up my cock, staring at it. Jerking it at first, not sure what to do. Hope was moving with each jerk, inching her face closer to my cock. Slowly she opened her mouth. At first, she blew on it a bit, as if to see how to put her lips for the first insertion.

Hope moved down to the side of my cock head, giving it a light peck.

"It's so big. I don't... I'm not sure how or what to do," Hope mumbled.

"Do whatever you wanna do. Don't think too much about what you should do, more about what you want to do," I encouraged. Hope smiled up at me.

"Sure, new daddy. And what I wanna do is this—" Hope said, and then sunk her mouth down around the tip of my cock, taking the whole head in between her warm lips.

I gasped out loud. Fuck, it was too good. Even if she hadn't done anything, the warm sensation of Hope's loving lips was magnificent.

"That is good," I told her, relishing her tight lips around me.

Hope smiled around my girth, then applied suction and started slowly moving down my shaft, trying to see how much she could get in. She got decently far for her first try, and before long she was getting almost half of my cock into her before she had to drag out again.