5: Matthew Driskill (1899)

I was wrapping up dinner when my dad back in Houston rang me up.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Leo, hey – wanted to let you know that I’ve been working on a little project here,” my dad launched right into the meat of conversations, no pleasantries required. That’s just his way.

“You ever heard of Matthew Driskill?” he asked.

I hadn’t.

“I hadn’t, either,” he said. “I was cleaning up the Driskill House and preparing to move in…”

Let me catch you up: The Driskill House is what we’re calling our new family home. It’s been in our family for a few generations, but I didn’t know anything about it because it had been passed down on my dad’s uncle’s side of the family, and we just weren’t that close to him. Well, my dad’s uncle died a few months back and he had no kids, so he left the house – which we’ve never even been to – to my dad, who was his next of kin. Now, my dad’s moving into this Victorian house in the middle of inner-city Houston, sight unseen.

“...and I found some letters in a crawlspace in the attic.” he continued. “I don’t know who hid ‘em there, but I don’t think they were meant to be found.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, they’re dated like 1898, 1900, 1903, 1912 – they’re turn of the century,” he said. “But get this: They’re gay. Matthew Driskill and Jakub… something. I don’t see Jakub’s last name.”

Dad had done some digging: When my family arrived from Ireland in 1897, Matthew O'Drisceoil was my direct ancestor’s brother, making him my great-great-great(?)-something-uncle. They anglicized the name to Driskill when they arrived in the United States through Galveston, which is where the letters between Matthew and Jakub begin.

Dad continued, “It looks like Matthew and Jakub immigrated to Galveston about the same time. Our family from Ireland and Jakub from somewhere else. Matthew and Jakub lived in Galveston a while, survived the 1900 hurricane, and then settled in Houston. In this house. Matthew never had kids; must have willed the house to your great uncle Louis’ side of the family when he died, who willed it to Louis, who willed it to me.”

I was a little dumbfounded. I had no idea Matthew had existed, let alone that I had a queer ancestor. How fascinating!

“So, Leo – want to come down to Houston the weekend of the 22nd? The LGBT Chamber of Commerce is holding an event for Matthew to honor his history. Would love you to come.”

Not even a question. Of course I wanted to see this.

The flight from JFK to IAH was nothing worth discussing; I slept through most of it anyway. Upon arrival in my hometown though, I was excited to grab my rental car and hit the road. After languishing through a 35-minute drive from the airport on the outskirts to my dad’s place in the city, I could feel the tension in my shoulders relax as I pulled into the driveway of his new digs – in Montrose, of all places. The Gayborhood of the city. No time to rest, though: The Chamber of Commerce event was that same night, so I quickly showered and changed.

The event was quaint, but elegant. However, one thing I couldn’t shake was, why was the Chamber holding this event, and not, like, the gay historical society?

And then I got my answer: During her introductory speech, the head of the Chamber informed us that Kinsey Gym, the oldest continuously-operating boxing gym in Houston, was founded by Matthew. He’d named it for his lover, another immigrant named Jakub Kinsey, who had anglicized his name from Kinsky, his original Czech name. No one had put the pieces together until Matthew’s letters surfaced, as the men had kept their love under wraps for the remainder of their lives.

My mind lingered there for a moment: He opened the boxing gym? I couldn’t help but let that ring in my ears while I ate the catered dinner.

Who was Matthew Driskill?

I got up to mingle around and saw that there were blown-up photos of Matthew and Jakub on display. I can’t say I was surprised that even Victorian-era gays were able to get snapshots of each other shirtless. Must be in our blood.

Couldn’t fault Matthew for his taste in men, either. Jakub was undeniably hot. The photo showed him in his prime, likely his early 30s, on the beach in Galveston. Probably from when they lived there before the 1900 hurricane, then. He stands in the surf with his pant cuffs rolled up, no shirt, and his hat. Perhaps boxing workouts with Matthew account for his beefy frame.

Matthew was no shrinking wallflower, either. He was a boxer and had an insane build. He is shirtless in the photo wading in a river, maybe? His core is tight with nice slabs of pec muscle just above. On the back of the original photo (displayed safely on a table nearby) was concise handwriting that said, “As I will remember you always - Texas, 1903”. Presumably, this was written by Jakub. Must have been taken after they moved to Houston in 1900. Perhaps on a camping trip somewhere outside the city. Who knows.

Back at my dad’s place, well after he went to bed, I stayed up to read scanned copies of the letters. (Dad gave the originals to the historical society already.) This one caught my attention:

Jakub,

I long for your trip to come to an end. What brave act this is that you would go home to tend your parents, but when you return know that my body stands willing and ready. I yearn daily to be your pillar of strength if you promise to be mine in return, no matter how hard a blow is dealt.

See to your family and send them my full-hearted love. But my man, upon your return I hope we will see to it that we each are overcome until exhausted, breasts heaving to catch our breath and bellies aching of our love.

Come back to me, my man.

All my heart,

M

I felt a chill. Yes, of course one would read that and think it was merely a love letter. Yes, of course, one would read that and think Matthew was describing carnal desire, but… holy shit, I know what he meant.

My great-great-great(?)-something-uncle was just as big a gutpunch fetishist as I am.

1899

Galveston, Texas

Jakub roamed the house, waiting for Matthew’s arrival. They usually arrived home about the same time, but today Matthew was running later than normal. A former boxer back in Ireland, Matthew now trained boxers a few blocks away at a public gymnasium. Jakub was a man of few words, but he knew what he wanted tonight. He and Matthew had flirted about it that very morning before they each left for work.

As they laid in bed side-by-side that morning, nude save for a thin sheet keeping their legs warm, Jakub had run his hands up and down Matthew’s rippled belly.

“You don’t have to teach today,” he whimpered to Matthew with a smile. “Stay here and beat on me instead.”

Matthew smiled. “You know I’ve got half a mind to take you up on that. Weren’t it for how we have to pay for this house.” Jakub smiled back.

“But if I didn’t have to work,” Matthew began, rolling over onto his side, propping himself up on Jakub’s stomach with a fist, “I’d spend all day here, punching–” he dropped a hard fist on Jakub’s abs, who moaned before relaxing his hard muscular belly, “–your–” another punch landed on Jakub’s relaxed belly, driving deep into it, “–belly.” Another, final punch sank into the depths of Jakub’s guts, forcing a moan from the man. Jakub remained laying in bed, content to allow Matthew to keep his fist pressed into his guts as long as he’d keep it there.

“Unfortunately for you, my man,” Matthew began as he stood from the bed, “I believe I would like to be the beaten, not the beater. Today, at least.”

The thin sheet did nothing to hide Jakub’s hard cock, which grew harder as he eyed Matthew’s belly while the boxer dressed. “After work, my man,” he said to Matthew, “I will take care of your belly. Let me work on it good. Release yourself to me tonight.”

“All yours,” Matthew said, presenting his stomach to Jakub before buttoning his shirt.

Jakub smiled remembering the chat from this morning, but now he could only wait. He paced the house – curtains drawn, in the nude, unshowered from his day of work at the port – just waiting to hear Matthew return home.

And finally, he did.

“Jakub?” Matthew said as he removed his shoes and dropped his bag. Jakub, from the shadows, appeared behind Matthew, wrapping him from behind in a bear hug, his hands homing in on Matthew’s belly from behind. “Haven’t you got a stitch on, man?” Matthew laughed.

“Remove it all,” Jakub said, peeling Matthew’s jacket as Matthew unbuttoned his own shirt and pants. Matthew turned to face Jakub and locked his eyes on Jakub’s muscular gut and hard cock.

Now both nude, the two men embraced – kissing, tonguing, and working down each other’s necks to smell each other’s hard-worked pits. Matthew moaned to the scent of Jakub’s hairy pits and muscular body, pumped up after a day of heavy lifting at work. Jakub brought his arms down and pushed Matthew back with a strong shove against the boxer’s pecs.

Both men’s cocks stood completely erect. Matthew flexed for Jakub, then reached out to grab his dick.

Jakub approached Matthew and shoved him again. And again. A final shove to Matthew’s pecs found his hard body up against the wall. Jakub lifted one of Matthew’s arms, placing the boxer’s hand behind his own head. Matthew flexed his bicep for Jakub as he put his bearded face into Matthew’s pit and inhaled the boxer’s hard-earned musk.

Matthew’s relaxed abdominal muscles hung out just so, defiantly showing Jakub that he was completely unflexed. Jakub knew to take the bait. Burying his face in Matthew’s pit once again, Jakub delivered an upward punch into his man’s relaxed belly, forcing the boxer’s navel up into the pit of his gut. Matthew moaned while Jakub continued to press his fist into his soft innards.

Jakub pulled back and analyzed his lover’s stomach, now with a slight redness over the navel.

“Give me all of it,” Jakub said, tracing Matthew’s belly with his fingers.

“Everything, it’s yours.”

Jakub moved in to kiss Matthew, arranging his own body against the boxer’s. Skin-on-sweaty-skin, the two men kissed briefly while Jakub massaged Matthew’s stomach. Then, still pressed up to his lover as if to hold Matthew up against the wall, Jakub began a series of hard uppercuts to the pit of the boxer’s gut, punching the man’s soft innards while grinding his own cock against the boxer’s thigh and hip.

These uppercuts to the “pit of the gut” – above the navel – were Matthew’s favorite way to be gut punched. Not quite a shot to the diaphragm, but still targeted to deliver the most pain. His upper abs, which were a much stronger and thicker muscle than his lower abs, could have easily shielded his body from the pain and breathlessness of these punches, but Matthew was already on the verge of cumming as Jakub’s ripped biceps hammered uppercut after uppercut into Matthew’s intestines.

After spending all day showing boxers how to take a punch, Matthew savored these moments when he could throw out all the lessons on protecting your “weak spot” that he would demonstrate for his clients. This, for Matthew, was the release he really craved. Nothing to prove to anyone – just surrendering his body’s own “weak spot” to the trusted, capable, and powerful fists of his muscular lover.

Every uppercut dealt by Jakub’s brawny arms struck right above Matthew’s navel and earned a pained grunt from the boxer and forced him to fight to catch his breath before the next. The workover was Jakub’s favorite calculated torture of Matthew’s insatiable belly, easily flattening his intestines into the unflexed pit of his stomach; plowing straight through the relaxed muscle and forcing the boxer’s soft core to strain under the displacement of his loose guts with every impact from his powerful lover.

Jakub and Matthew locked eyes as Matthew’s knees felt like they might give out.

Jakub knew what his lover needed. Still pressed against Matthew, he delivered one more devastating uppercut into the boxer’s intestines. Matthew gritted his teeth in pain as the breath was punched from his belly one more time. Jakub’s fist stayed firmly held deep in Matthew’s soft boxer belly.

“Come here,” Jakub said, pulling his fist back from inside Matthew’s gut. He manhandled his lover, dropping him on the sitting room sofa. Matthew’s aching body sat on the sofa and leaned back, presenting both his belly and cock to the eager man. “Ah, let me take care of this.” Jakub said.

Kneeling between Matthew’s legs, he took the boxer’s cock in his mouth. He reached up and ran his hands over Matthew’s belly and pecs. Matthew moaned to the feeling of Jakub’s hands cupping and grabbing his meaty chest.

Jakub’s fondling hands then clenched into fists. He sat up on his knees to gain a better position for punching the stomach of the reclined man whose cock he also wanted to suck. Mouth still wrapped around Matthew’s dick, Jakub sank deep punches into Matthew’s lower belly.

“Ooh! Fuck!” Matthew couldn’t help but exclaim as the pressure of the impacts wrecked his lower intestines. Jakub’s fist came down right below Matthew’s navel, plowing his displaced lower intestines right into his prostate. “Fuck my stomach, Jakub–”

A snarl appeared as Jakub took a breath, kissed Matthew’s navel, and delivered a straight shot down into his protruding lower gut again. Matthew could only whimper in appreciation for the man who was punching his soft innards.

Jakub worked on Matthew’s broken gut and wired cock until finally, with his fist as deep in Matthew’s intestines as he could possibly get it, Matthew’s warm cum filled Jakub’s enthusiastic throat.

2024

New York City, New York

I lugged my suitcase up to my floor and fumbled around with my keys. Once inside, I tossed the suitcase on my bed (I’ll unpack it later) and collapsed on my couch. What a trip. Can’t believe I had a boxer great-great-something-uncle who took it like I do. I wonder what those beatdowns were like.

I think I want a vacation. I’ve got so many PTO days saved up. Maybe a road trip.