British Boxers: It’S A Hard Smash.

There’s not much that’s hornier than a genuine back to basics boxing gym is there? Just the smell of the place is enough to get you going – all that geezers’ sweat and cheap shower gel and more testosterone than a field full of bulls.

None of that fancy-pants metro gym stuff going on, where the monthly membership costs more than a two week package in Benidorm. No. In a boxing gym you get the real thing. Cracked white tiles, rudimentary communal showers and a rub down on the bench from the fit as fuck trainer.

There’s a bunch of lads built like tanks and sweating their big fat balls off, sparring and training for the next fight. And we all know what that does to you – when they’re not knocking seven bells out of each other it makes them horny as hell and not particularly fussed about where you put it when they’re aching to shoot a big load of the white stuff.

There’s four knockout rounds in Triga’s British Boxers and It’s gloves off and shorts down right from the bell. We found six prime genuine boxing lads who give the punch bag a rest ‘cos they fancy pummelling each others arses for a change and none of them want to throw in the towel until they’ve shot their loads.