A note from the writter
Hello everybody and thank you for even checking my story. This is a one-shot love story about two men, which was inspired by unlimited pride write-a-thon. I don't really have time for one more long story because I have some major exams I have to study for but I really wanted to support this. So I came up with this story. I really hope you like it and I would like to mention that it's really important to respect everybody even if they're straight or gay it doesn't matter, what matters is for us to be kind and all those things. Tell me your opinion about my story in the comments. I have to admit, I'm a little bit nervous to upload this because my mother tongue I'd not English it's actually Greek but I just wanted to write it in English so tell me if I've made some mistake. After my long long monologue,
Enjoy the story
My punch hit the boxing bag so hard that I thought it was going to fall off. I grabbed my towel and wiped the sweat off my face. I looked around. I was all alone. What time is it? Oh man, it's already ten. The gym must be closing any minute. I took my gloves off my hands and I started unwrapping them. Today is Saturday, and for that reason, we had no lesson, so I just came here by myself to practice and I didn't even realize how fast those three hours went by.
After unwrapping my hands, I grabbed my towel and my gloves, which I left on the floor earlier, and started walking towards the men's locker room. It was then, that I realized, that I wasn't all alone, which I kind of already knew because the gym was still open, but whatever. It was actually the moment when I saw my boxing trainer. He is kind of in charge here, and he also teaches boxing. He's... A big man, with half shaved-half long blonde hair and hazel green eyes. His name is Damian and he's at his mid-twenties, just like I am.
"Hello"
He told me in his deep voice.
"Hi"
I replied.
"Sorry for being late"
I told him, because the gym was supposed to be closed by ten and it was already 10 minutes past that.
"No problem Terence. I see you really enjoy practicing"
He told me.
"Well..."
I smirked. I always smirk when I talk about something I love.
"I do. I really love it. It's this feeling when like, during the practice or during a match, you feel like you are so exhausted and you want to stop and give up, but you just push yourself a bit longer and a bit longer and a bit longer and then you somehow manage to accomplish everything you've imagined. And after that, you regret nothing. You feel thankful for each and every punch and kick that made you lose your breath, because it IS what they say. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"
He kept looking at me with a face that allowed understanding that he was listening to me carefully and he WAS thinking about them, about what I said. He was thinking about my opinion.
"You know, I really agree with you. I love boxing, and that's the reason I'm teaching it. Unfortunately, I don't know a lot of things. I'm still new to it, and I actually have a lot to learn. Might sound weird, I know, but I have to be honest with you"
He said.
"Unfortunately, no one can know everything and when it comes to hitting or something like that, you never know what the conditions are going to be. You might know each and every technique but it might not be enough"
I answered and looked right into his hazel green eyes.
"You are correct. Because, it allows you to defend yourself, but only if you're smart enough to use it right"
