TKD Traveling Team
By Matt
**This story is substantially true, and based on events in my own life. All names and locations, as well as certain tell-tale details, have been changed to provide anonymity for the people involved.
This story involves consenting sex between underage persons of both sexes. If this type of material is illegal where you live, leave now. If this is not the type of material you're looking for and want to read, leave now.**
The official whistled, and the match began. I immediately moved in, faking a front kick to the ribs. When my opponent's guard wavered downward, I jumped and switched feet, changing into a high roundhouse kick. The kick caught him squarely in the side of the head, knocking him down and sending his headgear spinning across the room like a frisbee.
I immediately stepped back, spun around to face away from my opponent, and took a knee. I had been doing this for well over eight years, and had knocked a few opponents out in that time. I always felt that little twinge of guilt when I did it, but I knew better now than to try and help.
The referee, medic, and coach all came over to check out my opponent, a boy of about my age with dirty-blonde hair and a nose which had (like mine) already been broken at least once. He got back to his feet slowly, shaking his head.
After receiving the approval of the various officials involved, the blonde kid stepped back to his line. His legs were trembling, and there was a look of real fear in his eyes. At the referee's signal, I moved back to my line, and we began again.
The poor kid was already beaten- he had lost the concentration and fighting spirit which make it possible to get through a tough match. I out-pointed him, making sure to keep the margin narrow. At the end we shook hands and walked off the mat.
My coach, Master Kim, met me on my way around to the scorers' table. "Nice kick, Matt. You know, you could have eaten him alive for the rest of that match."
I shrugged. "It didn't seem necessary."
Master Kim clapped me on the shoulder, and his half-Korean, half-Caucasian features twitched into a small smile. "Maybe I have taught you something after all." He looked over to the right. "James' first match is about to start. Meet me over there."
I reported to the scorers' table, then made my way over to the next mat. At fourteen, James was the second-youngest member of our team, but also one of the most talented. He had grown several inches in the last year, and was now 5'6" and about 120 pounds. He was a devastatingly fast kicker, and was so aggressive that few opponents could stop him.
This match was no exception. James was relentless, backing his opponent out of the ring repeatedly and letting loose with kicks like lightning. He completely overpowered his opponent, who left the ring with tears in his eyes.
The day went on.and on.and on. It was seven o'clock at night before we got out of there. It was a good day overall for the team.I had taken a grand championship in the form division and second in my sparring division. All of my teammates had taken their division in the sparring, though none had placed anywhere else. We faced the problem of figuring out how to fit all of that brass (some of which was taller than James) into our cars. Eventually we sorted things out and got back to our hotel, just in time for a late dinner.
Perhaps a bit of background is in order. My name is Matthew Hopkins. I am sixteen years old, and attend Kim's Tae Kwon Do Center in Northfield, Illinois, which is about an hour's drive from Chicago. I am 5'9", which is probably as tall as I will ever get- I'm already taller than everyone else in my family. I weigh 190 pounds, almost all of it muscle- I am extremely compact, and built in a rather boulder-like way, if a boulder had well-cut pecs and a six pack. I have brown eyes and black hair, and my father's Lebanese ancestry is apparent in both my face and my complexion. I am an honor student at Eisenhower Senior High, and will be part of the class of '96. I consider myself bisexual, although I have had a steady girlfriend for a little less than a year and am monogamous with her.
I have studied with Master Kim since I was eight years old. My father studied Tae Kwon Do when he was young, and when I asked to "learn karate" he managed to overcome my mother's objections. He scouted out a few schools and settled on Master Kim's, even though there were schools that were both cheaper and closer.
Kim's is a small school, but nationally known- his students can be found at many major tournaments from coast to coast, and consistently make a good showing. Two of his senior students have opened up branch schools, in Kentucky and Minnesota, respectively, and they maintain close ties to the "home school." I am sure Master Kim is making a great deal of money, but he doesn't show it- he is currently driving a twelve- year-old Buick Century which doesn't like to start in cold weather.
Master Kim encourages all of his students to participate in tournaments locally, but he also selects a few of his students to compete in a national team. Those of us on this team are the fanatics- we train at least two hours a day, usually more, and often travel to Seattle, Boston and other far-flung places for tournaments. Master Kim helps to finance the team out of the school's earnings, which keeps costs down for our parents.
This particular tournament was a huge, several-day affair in Seattle which we went to every year. The events related above happened on the last day of the tournament. We had booked rooms in a nearby Motel Six, and most of us partook of the hot tub and swimming pool before heading for bed.
Arranging rooms for ten guys and six girls, some of them adults and some teenagers, was not an easy task. Most of them time we ended up taking double rooms, and then sleeping two to a bed. James and I were the odd ones out this time, and ended up in a single room with a double bed.
We sat up until about eleven, watching TV and playing chess and cards. Master Kim came by and knocked on the door, telling us to get to bed (we had an early flight next morning). I stripped down to my boxers, James to his boxer briefs, and we slid into bed, turning the lights out.
"Matt! Oh, Matt! Matt!"
I woke almost immediately, disoriented and wondering where the hell I was. James, was lying next to me, moving around and moaning. I flipped on the light on my side of the bed.
James was lying on his back. He was still asleep, but his face was screwed up tight, as if he was in pain. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" With a last moan, his face grimaced even more and his body seemed to spasm, arching up off the mattress. Then he relaxed.
In retrospect it seems really obvious what happened.but I had just woken up, and was still a bit confused. I thought he was sick or something. I reached over and grabbed his bare shoulder, shaking him. "James? James!"
His green eyes fluttered open to half-mast, and he looked around groggily for a moment. Then his eyes snapped open, and he gave me a look which I later realized was pure panic.
"What's going on? Are you okay?"
James blushed, his pale skin looking like flame even in the dim light. "Erm, yeah, I'm fine. I just...had a dream."
"You said my name a couple of times." What had probably happened was slowly beginning to dawn on me.
The panicked look in his eyes turned up a notch. "Uuuuh."
As that exceedingly vacuous sound came from his mouth, I reached out with my hand and placed it firmly on the front of his boxer briefs. He started and scooted his hips back, but not before I felt his hard cock and the wetness of cum on the front of his underwear. His eyes widened even further, and he looked like he was ready to jump up and run through the wall, making a boy-shaped hole ala Scooby-Doo.
The whole situation struck me as very funny. I smiled crookedly and said, "So it was that kind of dream, eh?"
He surprised me by bursting into tears. At first I was too surprised to do anything, but as great sobs racked his body I put my arms around him and pulled him close in a hug. At first he tried to push me away, but I held him tight, and he eventually relaxed, burying his face in my chest. I gently stroked his hair as his tears streaked down my chest to stain the sheet.
He gradually slowed down, then stopped crying, his hiccups and shaking subsiding. Eventually he looked up at me, and his green eyes huge with fear.
Fortunately, his crying jag had given me time to think about what exactly I would say to him. "James, I'm not angry at you and I don't hate you. Do you understand?"
His fearful expression faded into one of shock. I continued. "We're going to have to talk about this some more...you want to talk now, or in the morning?"
A long pause ensued. He opened his mouth slightly and croaked. "Morning."
"Okay. I think you should probably take a shower, your face is a mess from all that crying."
He rolled out of bed, then walked over to the bathroom. I noticed that he had a very cute, firm butt which showed through the boxer briefs. A minute later I heard the shower start up.
When James came back to bed a few minutes later, I pretended to be asleep again. In actuality, I was awake, and my mind was whirling.
The last thing I wanted in the world was to hurt James. I had known him for four years. While aggressive in the ring, he was a really sweet kid out of it, and I had always liked him in the way I might have liked a little brother (had I had any). In addition to that, I knew I was bisexual, and certainly didn't condemn James for his natural feelings.they were probably just the extreme horniness of early adolescence, anyway.
But in addition to thinking about how James was feeling, I had to think about what I was feeling, as well. I had plenty of opportunities to check James out in the shower, but had never really availed myself of them....I just hadn't thought to look that way at someone so much younger than me. But now that I thought about it, his green eyes and red hair, his pale, freckled skin, and his cutely boyish build- he was just starting to grow his adult muscles- all added up to a very cute kid. I could feel myself starting to bone up just thinking about it. Add to that the fact that I had been going steady with Heather for almost a year now, and you had quite a dilemma.
By this point I could hear that James was back to sleep. I realized that I would have to talk to him, find out what exactly it was he was feeling, before I even started to sort this business out.
I rolled over and drifted off to sleep.
Thus ends the first chapter of my first story! Replies can be made to Downward_Dog1@yahoo.com. Flames will of course be ignored; so will any requests for personal information. Suggestions for the storyline will also be ignored, not because I don't appreciate them, but because I am already working from a real set of events.