The following story did not happen. While the characters do exist, the names are changed, and the events just a figment of my dirty imagination :0p .
My name is Matt. Im 5'8", i am 160lbs, have a 29 inch waist 13.5 inch arms, dark brown hair, and green eyes. I am 18 and am in my freshman year at college.
Monday is my favorite day of the week. Yea, i know, i have more classes that day than any other day, and i know its the start of the week. But, on monday nights, i have Jiu Jitsu class.
This is of course great for two reasons. The first is that i just plain love the class. There is nothing like learning new things and pulling a genuinely cool trick. The second reason is my Sensei. Sensei Max is gorgeous. From the first day of class I loved to look at him. He is young, about 20, and short, about 5'5". He has dark hair and eyes, and he always has a huge and gorgeous smile on his face. His body is to die for. His stomach is flat, his chest is muscular, and his arms are ripped. His waist has to be about my size, about a 29. Also, he has an energy about him, like he is always excited. You can tell he loves what he does.
I missed class one day due to a massive amount of homework that needed doing. I asked Sensei if he could give me a session on my own later in the week. He agreed readily.
Wednesday night I met Sensei Max in the empty gym. He was wearing a tight black Jiu Jitsu shirt, like he always wore, and his 4th degree black belt. He taught me the lessons i had missed, about rolling and falling. After an hour of the exhausting excersize, i was streaming wth sweat, and my black shirt clung to me. Not to mention the gym was far too over-heated.
"Well, we have some time left, do you want to learn throwing and grappling?" He askes me. "You will then know more than enough for your belt test."
"Great, id love to." I replied, relishing the idea of grabbing and holding Sensei.
Sensei teaches me a couple basic throws. On the last throw, after I toss him, he pulls me down with him. I am lying atop sensei, stomach to stomach, with my nose thoching his. All i want to do is kiss him, but i am afraid he will kick me out of his class if i disrespect the student/sensei bond and assume he is gay.
"Now what would you do if someone pulls you down like this after your throw?" He askes me.
"I dont know."
"Right, which is why i will teach you some grappling now."
We go into some grappling technques and strategies. I fell that i am getting the hang of them, but I still alwasy end up face-first on the ground under his suprising weight. I guess all the muscle adds up.
After all the throwing and grappling, Sensei is sweating now too. He takes off his shirt, and I am stunned. The bidy of the man is even more beautiful than it looked through the tight shirts. The perfectly defined body was all smooth except for a dark trail on the defined stomach, it gleamed with sweat, and i wanted to tackle him. Instead, i took off my own shirt. My body isnt bad, but it looked pitiful next to his. My stomach is flat, but no six-pac, and my pecs are decent. My arms I actually do like, strong and defined andd fairly large. I have light hair on my chest and stomach.
"A couple more quick grapples, and we're done." He said. "I want to see you pin me." With that, he charged me, fast like lightning. He takes me down with his strength, i have no chance against it. WIth me on the ground and him squatting, going for the pin, i react. I spin my legs, and knock him down. I lock his legs and hold him down on his back. As we lay there, sweaty chest to sweaty chest, Sensei smiles.
"Very good." He tells me, a huge smile on his face. "But...." He surges with his body, an unstopable force of muscle, and he flips the whole setup, so that I am pinned now. In a single blink of an eye, my triumph of beating my sensei was gone.
"Shoulda known a yellow couldnt beat a black" I said.
"Nonsense, that was a great move." He responds, another big smile. By now its been a much longer pin than usual, but i dont complain, I like having such a god on top of me. He is breathing hard, right into my face, as our noses are just about touching. Sweat covers our chests and faces, and a drop of sweat fall from his hair onto my neck. It was warm, and tickled as it ran down. "You're a great student you know, you learn very fast." I respond to the praise with an enormous smile or pride. "Do you want me to let you up now?" He askes, a glint in his eye.
"Im fine, i need a rest anyway."
"Me too." he says. WIth that, he puts his head down on my shoulder and relazes the pin. I could get up now, but i dont want to. Unforunately, my dick is raging inside my loose gym pants, and its only a matter of time before he feels it on his stomach.
Sensei Max lifts his head. 'Shit, he noticed' i think. He looks me in the eye with a shit-eating grin. "Well hello", he says. As i close my eyes and begin to wish to be far, far away, I feel pressure and heat on my lips. Wetness and heat slips through my lips, and massages my tougue. I open my eyes, and realize, Sensei is kissing me! I start kissing back, and i wrap my arms around his torso, reveling in the warmth and hardness of his body, as it contrasted to the softness of his kiss.
Suddenly, Sensei breaks the kiss. He gets up, and starts the pack his things, grabs his shirt, and leaves in a hurry. He tosses the words, "See you monday" behind him with a cute smile as he leaves. I watch the tight ass below that incredible back walk away, and I wonder what just happened.
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