The following is a multi-installment story about gay relationships. A work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons is entirely coincidence. The details within this story concerning martial arts are true and accurate to guidelines of the U.S. Eastern Wado-Ryu Karate-Do Federation, though that organization in no way sanctions, supports, or agrees with the pornographic, homosexual, or morally objectionable parts contained herein. In fact, they don't even know about this.
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Black Belt Sex by J.A. Terenas
Chapter One
It had been a long three hours, and I was tired from the class. I am a Karate student at a particularly sucessful school in downtown Nashville, Tennessee, and Karate is something that i've been doing for ten years, since I was six. I'm a 2nd-degree black belt now, and I take karate classes with about 15 other guys my age. And that, my friends, is where this all got started.
My name, by the way, is Anderson. His was David. David was tallish, 6', and had a good build with great definition, brown hair, and brown eyes. I thought he was totally hot, and I've been lusting after him since seventh grade. He is all I think about when I masturbate, and luckily, we're pretty good friends because of the Karate class.
So one day, after the three-hour workout (it was Saturday), David came over to my place to hang out. We walked, because I lived with my parents and twin brother on the 22nd floor of a downtown apartment building. It was a really cool apartment with a balcony and an awesome view of the gleaming downtown of Nashville, a city of about a million in this year of 2001. David and l loved to hang out there, and on that December saturday, we were on the balcony, just talking about various guy shit. As the day progressed, we moved into my bedroom and watched TV, played nintendo, et cetera.
Late that evening, permission was granted for an overnight stay. Aha! I would make my move.
Chapter Two
At about 9:30, David and I returned from the Belcourt in Hillsboro Village, where we had just seen a special re-screening of "Croupier." It was a great movie, but I was beat (wink wink). Dave and I stripped down to boxers, and crawled into the same bed. We had actually been sleeping in the same bed since sixth grade, neither of us particularly homophobic. As we got next-to-nekkid, I popped a boner. (oops!)
But wait - Dave looked at me with excited, anxious eyes, as if he was aroused by what had just happened "below deck." He popped one, too! Without further verbage, we locked lips and I gently lowered him onto the bed. Our tongues met and I drove mine into his mouth. After that (my first french kiss ever...) I worked my way down, kissing him on the neck, the shoulders, the chest, his nipples (paying special attention to those), his hot abs and chest, I was on fire, and he threw his head back and moaned softly as a breeze came in from the open balcony doors. I took my tongue down past his belly button and hit the waistband of his boxers - an obstacle which I quicky removed with my teeth. Ooh, that's erotic, isn't it?
"Oh, god, Anderson!" Dave was loving this.
As the tongue foreplay ended, I took his 5.9" into my mouth and began to run my tongue over the shaft, around the glans, and around the head, repeating the pattern backwards and with the other side of my tongue. He moaned, and began to thrust his hips, fucking me in the mouth with both of his strong hands on top of my head. I felt a tightening in his dick, and a load of white hot jiz filled my mouth. I swallowed most of it, then reached up and kissed him, letting the rest of his load escape into my lover's mouth. We held each other, both of us looking into the other's face, and we fell asleep face to face.
I have never slept better.
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