It was Monday and I had an extra $1,200 in my pocket. I was thinking of how I would spend it as the bell rang at school. I darted into the restroom and changed into my Doa Bok and put my shoes back on. I met Timmy at the flag pool and we walked the ten city blocks to Y. X. Kimton's Doa Jon.
My ribs and kiddies still ached from the beating they had taken only a few days earlier. I was taken back to the excitement as we walked. I recalled the smell of sweat everywhere. I felt the tight nylon shorts that clung to my moist balls and dripping ass. I remembered all the erect cocks in the dressing room. A horn honked, and I found my dick ragging hard.
As we entered the gym we bowed to the Doa Jon and went to put our stuff away in the locker room upstairs. As my hand hit the rail my instructor called me, "David."
"Yes Koobanim."
"There is someone in my office waiting to see you." He bent to my ear and whispered, "You don't have to see him if you don't want to. You can just walk right on by."
"I stood perplexed and wondering. I contemplated what his office might hold as I plodded up the steps. Half way up I could see two bare legs. As I rose I could see that the legs were stopping at a crisp white Doa Bok top with a black belt cinched tightly around it. From the angel of the steps I could also see something enticing. It was a thick limp prick peeking out from under the top with a plum arrow shaped red head and balls to die for. As I made my way up the stairs the balls disappeared under the white cloth and a face appeared. It was a angle face with curly black hair framing it. He smiled a perfect smile and offered me to enter. I did and he shut and locked the door behind him.
I sat in the red stuffed chair. I always did when I came up here. The boy stood in fount of me and began to untie his belt. He let it fall onto my lap and opened up his top. He was mostly limp but had a firm tight body that stirred my groin. He let the top slip off his shoulders and said, "Touch it."
I tried not to explore his naked form but stole a few glimpses of his chest and dick. I wanted to so badly to touch it but resisted saying, "I'm not into that."
"Liar! I saw you butt fuck a Korean boy in front of over a thousand people last week. You loved it and you will love this."
I looked to his face again for some hint of a the familiar. I figured that he might be a fighter but didn't remember seeing him in the dressing room. The boy was now straddle of my feet and his prick was at a 45 degree angle. He said again, "Do me something champ."
I shook as I raised my hand to touch his beautiful organ. I felt the shaft first and pushed back the extra skin to get a good look at his bright red head. A few drops of pre-cum had gathered on the tip and I touched it with my index finger. I drew it away from its home and it formed a fragile bridge between our two souls for a brief minute. He rubbed my head and scratched my scalp as he began to laugh under his breath. He said softly, "That's it boy! Touch all of it. Find every crevasse of it and love it a while." With that he moved my head close to his hardening cock. It was now a good six inches long and the small amount of foreskin had disappeared into his shaft. My lips were getting closer and closer but I had never taken in a penis and was shaking in terror and anticipation. He tipped the head at my mouth and ran it over my waiting open lips. He smeared the oozing pre-cum over my lips and I flicked it with my tongue. Then he knelt before me and in one tug pulled my pants and boxers to the floor and I kicked off my shoes and sat their naked from the waist down. He bowed to me nude and then placed his face between my legs.
It was instant ecstasy. His wet warm mouth was on my rock hard bone. I could feel his lips pushing back my foreskin and his tongue rounding my shaft. His hands were all over me and in seconds my belt was off and my shirt was opened and hanging off my shoulders. I was moistening the soft red chair with my body and he was making unnatural sounds between my legs. I looked down to see his soft tan flesh on mine. His nude shoulders propped on my bare legs. His back curving away from me like the path of a meteor disappearing into the night. But his flesh was disappearing into the horizon of a butt crack. I spread out my hands to feel his back and go as far down his flesh as I could reach. It was so exciting.
I had just beat off that morning in the shower and did not expect to shoot much juice. It had been a satisfying jerk and I had left an impressive lump of my DNA in the shower drain. I half expected for one day some a mutant glob to work up out of the shower drain and say, "Daddy". But now my balls were pumping out a load of baby makers into this hot juicy mouth. He did not flinch or move when it hit his tongue. He lapped it up and drank it in.
I was still shaking, but this time it was not in fear but sexual pleasure. I lay back on the red chair and sighed. The curly hair looked up and asked if I wanted more. I said, "Not right now". He stood and once again placed his dick at eye level and grabbed the back of my head. He led my face to his arrow shaped head and I licked the head. He let go and asked, "Are you into it right now?" I answered ,"No,"
I had just been satisfied. I did not want any more sex. I just wanted to rest in this cloud of pleasure. He sat on my lap facing me with a leg on each of my hips and his dick resting on my heaving stomach. He bent to kiss me on the lips and then asked, "You don't remember me do you?"
I shook my head and answered "Not really."
I fight at Kyle's place where you fight. You were the special boy last week. You are supposed to be the special boy this week too, but I hear that you fought so well that they might bring n a different special boy and see if you can beat him before you move up the ranks."
I went through he faces in the dressing room like a business man flipping through a rolodex. I hit on one face... but the eyes. They were different. In my memory they were filled with the heat of hell but now they were soft and giving and kind. I asked, are you the 15 year old boy with the kamikaze head band? Are you number 242?" Instead of answering he gave me the Korean slang that meant he was about the screw my ass with his tool. It was him.
"What is your name?"
"Terry, but my opponents call me Thor."
He was rocking his dick into my navel and smiling down at me. I was suddenly hard and he began to play with my stiffy. He bent in to it kissing me again and this time he frenched my mouth and I responded mimicking every move he made on me. When we had frenched for what seemed like eternity he stood and I bent in without being urged.
My open mouth circled his head and my stiff tongue made contact with it. I inched my lips down on the flange of his head and tried to remember the moves he had made on me. I figured I was doing things all wrong but in no time he was humping my face. I could feel the round knots of veins under his skin with my mouth and felt him grow even bigger as he humped. I almost gagged but fond a way to pretend like I was swallowing when he got near the back of my through. I had him all the way to his pubs. That was more than he had done for me. He was already shooting before I noticed. He was coming down the back of my throat. I could feel the smooth warmth roll down the inside of my body but tasted nothng. As he withdrew I caught a slight salty flavor and smiled up at his glistening flesh.
I suddenly had the urge to piss and said so. He opened a narrow door to Koobanim's toilet and sink. I stepped in and went to close the door. Terry held it open and said, "We don't have any secrets between us now. Let me watch. I blushed slightly and began to drain. He moved in so his cock rested on my hip and he felt the soft under-belly of my tool. My golden stream ran hard and fast and his hand guiding the shower around the toilet was another new sensation for me. He licked my ear and suddenly the act of pissing became a sexual thing. It was like a light switch had been flicked. Pissing was sexy. What a discovery.
I wanted to do him so I asked, "Do you need to piss now?" he said, "Sorry no."
I slowly walked back out to the office and let the sun pour over my nude frame and my shadow of a slightly curved erection danced on the floor. I was wanting more of his touch when I noticed that he was already half dressed. He had pulled on his pants and sandals and was opening his top when I asked, "Are we done?" he nodded and answered, I don't want to spill too much of you cream before a big fight. I will be back next week after you beat the shit out of the next guy. He opened the door and left it open. It took me a second to realize that I was standing in Koobanim's office stark naked with the door open. When I saw a girl coming up the stairs I jumped for the door but it was too late. She had seen my body complete with the sparse pubs and five inch erection. I sunk against the door mortified.