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Just then came a knock at the door.

"Surprise number two", said Jack. He left the room and went to the door. He came back with another fellow. This guy, whose name was Warren was nothing impressive to look at. Probably near the same age as Jack, about 55 but fair skinned with brown hair. He appeared to be a bit paunchy.

"I introduced Warren to gut punching in leather gloves. Some men use boxing gloves but I find it more sensual our way. He met me the same way you met me, about eight years ago. He's been working to get better with his fists and he's made a bit of improvement. He's also put on some good muscle by working out regularly."

Warren had come in with a small shaving kit sized bag, which he set on the dresser. As he began to take off his clothes, shoes and socks but was still in his boxers, Jack said, "He's got other assets too, don't you Warren".

Warren took out a pair of dark brown unlined dress gloves, and then a gray pair. I noticed Warren was sizing me up visually and eyeing me with what felt like a lusty interest. With his back to us he took off his boxers, and then turned around.

He was shaved and already hard. His big cock was sporting a PA which was a bit unusual in those days and I guess that's what kept it from standing straight up against his belly. The expression of someone being "hung like a plow mule" was appropriate, as his thick, cut cock was maybe longer than Jack's and at least as thick. It was standing straight out from the weight of the PA,pulsing and ready for action!

As Warren began to ease his hands into his dark brown dress gloves Jack said, "He always starts on me because when I start to lay into his gut the session ends quickly. Warren said something like, "That's real nice, smart ass! I've learned a lot since we started and I can take every other man at this." Jack just smiled.

I asked what I was supposed to do. Jack said I could just watch or I could do something with my mouth. But not to try to take out Warren's PA with my tongue. He wouldn't be able to concentrate.

Jack moved his back to the wall and got ready. He made it even more exciting by raising his gloved fists in a fighter's "gloves up" pose, but he didn't block his midsection. Warren came over, his hard cock bouncing and rolled his shoulders to loosen his muscles some. He shadowed a gloved fist to Jack's gut to get a distance and moved in some.

He started in on the beefy sheriff, and not with light punches. He would shift his body as he threw a single punch, really leaning in with his weight. The hard leather gloved fists would pound and splat into Jack's gut with force. Jack was rocked, but he just smiled. I think this really pissed Warren off over the years of play. I would have been on the floor with just a few of Warren's tightly gloved fists slamming into my gut.

Warren had developed a technique that Jack used. He would pause and smooth the thin leather over his hard fists, smoothing and pulling the gloves even tighter and now and then, punching one gloved fist into the other with a splat. Then he'd start in on the waiting gut with a renewed vigor, landing multiple punch combinations. One or two times it was obvious Jack was rocked by getting more than he expected but his expression didn't change.

All three of us were sweaty, and Warren's gloved fists were wet with his perspiration and Jack's gut sweat.

While all of this was going on I had a full grip on Jack's ball sac and was pulling down on the entire package as I licked and sucked as best I could. As I pulled down it kept the hard shaft out of the way of Warren's punches. What I licked was the rigid shaft and what I sucked was the nut bag I held in my gloved hand.

Warren was done and as he was resting he said, "Hey Jack, I like the work I see him doing. I want to fuck your pussy boy!"

Jack said, "Whenever you can bring me to my knees with your gloved fists, I'll help hold him in place while you plow his ass real deep with your horse cock!" And with me right there where I could hear them! Well, Hell I was counting on the Sheriff to come out on top with his gloved fists every time!

When Jack started I was sure he could have dropped Warren with one flurry! It was frightening to watch what this mature, muscular powerhouse could do, and then to imagine what he could really do. He used his gloved fists expertly because he was an expert. He also use intimidation. He would throw a few muscle driven punches to the gut, and then he would stop too tighten the gloves on his fists. Warren would have to wait for him to begin again. It was sexually exciting for both men; their cocks were hard, blood filled and pulsing. At one point Jack put his left gloved hand behind Warren's neck and then rhythmically slammed his right fist over and over into the very red gut in the same place each time. Damn!

He said Warren was doing better than usual, tightened his gloves one more time and then tore into him with more intensity. I think Warren lasted for 10 or 12 leather gloved fists to his gut before he called for Jack to stop.

We all took a break and then the phone rang. Jack left the room and talked for a while.

Warren said it might be a call and Jack would need to go in. I asked for what.

"I'll tell you, but you can't tell Jack I told you. One of the "higher ups" might want Jack to work in the "back room". Which would mean that the County Sheriff would go to the station to take care of a special circumstance.

Sometimes they would arrest someone who would be of special interest to law enforcement. He would have information on a crime, and that information was needed in a timely manner. Sheriff Jack's skills were known to the law enforcement community. So he'd be called, he would go in to the "back room" of the station to a man who was handcuffed with his hands behind his back. Sheriff Jack would go in bare chested and begin to ease his meaty hands into his leather gloves, smoothing and tightening the leather on his fists as he moved forward. Well, it was obvious to the man what was about to happen! That atmosphere of intimidation often was all that was needed. But sometimes Warren said the man was hard core and sure of himself. Then they'd stand the man up and Jack would work over his gut mercilessly with his hard gloved fists! And then pick the man up, and Jack would work the gut more and more if needed.

I told Warren I could hardly believe that! But I never would have thought what happened to me could happen, and this was the 60's in a small county. Nobody talked because of the same intimidation Jack used on me the first time we met.

Jack came back in. He was working his big cock back up to life with his gloved hands as he said, "I haven't gotten off today. Somebody's going to get a good, hard fuck!"