Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2021 09:13:29 +0000
From: Perseus <perseus83@protonmail.com>
Subject: Jiu-jitsu Kid (Revised)

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Jiu-jitsu Kid



Daddy wasn't a big man but he sure was tough. When he was a boy, he was
small and picked on and bullied and so he decided to get mean and hard
and able to look after himself. So he went to jiu-jitsu classes. Now I do
not want to explain everything about jiu-jitsu and all the different
types there are and which my daddy taught me etc and so on but I will
tell you this briefly because I do not think you want to know so much
about it but anyway jiu-jitsu is based on the idea that a smaller, weaker
person can take on a bigger, stronger person and knock him into
submission by using leverage and proper technique, and most of all by
getting the fight to the ground -- especially by applying joint-locks and
chokeholds to defeat the other person. You get him on the ground and that
way a big guy's height is no advantage to him. Maybe even a disadvantage
as a small lithe guy can be all over him when he is a lumbering monster,
thrashing about in a heavy, weighty kind of way.


I am like my daddy in that I am small and slim and would also have been a
target for bullies had daddy not insisted I go down the same path as him
and become a tough little fighter and so he taught me and he and I would
spar and fight and sometimes I would even beat him. And I am eleven years
old.


Now I loved that physical contact with my daddy. I loved how close it
brought us. I smelled the sweat on him and I smelled his manliness and I
wanted to be just like my daddy in all ways so I copied everything about
him. And most of all I loved that he had big muscles even though he was a
little guy. But big to me, of course. I was small for my age but I wanted
the same muscles as my daddy always from age five! Daddy kept saying oh,
you are too young but finally when I was ten he said yes. So he said I
needed to go to a gym even though I was so young and small to build my
body up.


Well the gym said I was too young to join and that I should come back
when I am sixteen but daddy made me show what I could do in Jiu-jitsu and
pleaded with him and guy said well you must come with him but daddy said
that is not possible because now he lives with his aunt. And on and on
until the guy said yes. And I loved that gym because I knew from an early
age that it was full of gay guys. I had no interest in kids of my age.
Their little hairless bodies had no interest for me -- but the guys at
the gym... That was more my style! I loved big guys, the bigger the
better. Big, hairy, muscular guys. Guys that were the complete opposite
of me. And though I did all my workouts and developed more muscles than
most eleven year old boys, I couldn't take my eyes off the big guys,
especially in the changing rooms or the showers and I know I stared way
too much and they noticed and smiled and I knew they could see that I was
going to grow up and be gay like them but not one of them had any
interest in me. I saw them flirting and eyeing one another up but they
had zilch interest in me. And I could not take my eyes off their dicks,
and pubic hair. They were a different world for me but I wanted to get
into that world and move in it and be a part of it. Not hang out and be
with all the little snivelling kids of my age.


Now I am bright for my age and knew the score early on, well from the
time daddy got me a smart phone and I got onto the internet -- that
though there are guys who like girls and marry them and have kids, well
there are also guys who only like guys and who fuck as if the other guy
is a girl and I wanted to be like that. Not like a girl of course! In
fact, I did not like girls at all and I do not now and somehow knew that
I never would. No, I was going to be fucked in the butt by a big hairy
guy. I knew that from age eight I think. Anyway, I knew it was what I
wanted more than anything and I really wanted to know what it felt like
but the more I looked at the guys in the gym the more they just smiled
and ignored me.


And all this time I was aching for the kind of physical contact I had
with my daddy to be with another man. Because although I love my daddy as
much as any one can love a daddy, I did not think of my daddy fucking my
butt. Now maybe if he had touched me in a special way, well, hell, yes,
maybe I might have responded and even let my daddy butt fuck me just to
try it because no one ever taught me as much as my daddy taught me and if
he could teach me about sex and being fucked in the butt then he would
have done it. If he knew I wanted this and needed this then I think he
would have done it but like I say the idea of it never came to my daddy
though it came to me. So as I say he didn't and I did not try to start
anything of that kind with him. It was the one thing I think I ever hid
from daddy and some day I will tell him if I see him again. But I am
losing my story here so which is really not about daddy and what happened
to him but it's about finding a big guy to butt fuck me. And so I kept
looking.


Well, now I come to an interesting thing that happened not long after I
became quite desperate to see what butt fucking is all about and how it
feels and does it hurt? The gym, as I have told you, was no good at all
and I was sad in my heart that I knew that nothing would happen to me
with any of those guys. Even though I looked at many and wished that this
one or that one would be the one to butt fuck me for the first time. But
then when the winter passed and spring came and I was walking to the bus
stop near the gym to get a bus to my home, I always passed a nice little
house with a garden and just a few yards more there was the bus stop. And
often in the garden, maybe working on that garden and keeping it nice or
maybe just sitting on the porch and taking the sun and reading or
something, was a man that I knew when I saw him was the man I most wanted
to introduce me to butt fucking.


He was exactly what I would have asked for if I had the chance to wish
for a man to butt fuck me for the first time. He was very tall and I mean
VERY tall, and he was kinda young, don't know really, maybe late 20s? And
he was buff, not buff like the guys at the gym but fit and good shape.
And he was hairy and with a nice neat trimmed beard and I could see a lot
of chest hair poking out of his open necked shirt. And he was not a white
man but looked kinda Arab with nice brown skin, all natural and not from
a sun machine because some of those gay guys at the gym sure were a
strange colour and whether it came out of a bottle or from a lamp I don't
know but it always looked fake and this man was natural just as God made
him. So I felt a very strong attraction to him and best thing of all was
that I could see that he had an attraction to me because he always
stopped to watch me as I passed by. Well I did not pass by because I
stopped at the bus stop and this was only a few yards from his house and
garden. And day after day this happened and the worst thing is that
NOTHING happened. He just looked and I just looked and then the bus came
and I got on and I was still no closer to experiencing the butt fuck I
wanted with this handsome foreign man.


Now I had to move this situation forward because he was the one chosen by
me to introduce me to the world of butt fucking of which I had read
plenty on the internet and seen pictures I should not have but I had
anyway. Though not with a boy and a man in them just two guys and so I
was still no closer to understanding what it would be like to experience
this thing that I wanted so much. And I got a boner every time I thought
of this and I would look at my little hairless dick and that hairless
part all around it and would feel very sad I can tell you that I would
have to wait years for this thing to happen. Unless I could wrestle this
foreign man to the ground and get on top of him and make him have a boner
like mine but bigger of course and force him to butt fuck me. Right now,
please, cos I really need this, mister, sir.


So I took to standing between the bus stop and the man. So now he could
talk to me and why did he not talk to me? Why did he just look and look
and I just looked and looked and NEVER a word from either of us? And then
one day he did and it was really quite strange.


"Would you like to earn a dollar real easy," he asked and he was nervous.
He had a foreign accent but of course I could not tell what language he
really spoke but not English that's for sure. But it came out clear
enough. And I was very excited but tried to be cool and so I just said,
"Sure." And he swallowed a bit and then said with a smile that was kinda
forced and kinda desperate and not a real smile at all, "I will give you
a dollar if you take your tee-shirt off."


That's all he wanted? Anyway, I said, real cool like, "Sure." And took it
off -- and then he handed me a dollar bill and then the damn bus came
dammit and I pulled my tee shirt on and got on the bus, looking back
kinda sad at him because this was really not enough. But I cheered up as
I thought about it afterwards because it was a significant development.


And next day, he was brighter and not so nervous and this time offered me
the dollar right away and I took my shirt off and he came and sat on his
wall just real close beside me and talked a little bit. About him being
Persian and that he liked the word Persian better than Iranian though
they are the same people and that his name is Toofan and that is Persian
for Storm but he is not like that because he is really a gentle man and
then the damn bus came and I got on it again and looked back kinda sad
again. But again I cheered up because I did think this was a step forward
as well.


And next time, well I started to be clever about this and I left the gym
earlier though at first this was not such a good idea as he did not
expect me and so I stood alone at the bus stop until the time he expected
me but he soon got the idea and so we soon got talking more. Now the more
I talked to this man, the more I liked him and the more I knew he would
be the one to introduce me to butt fucking. But he never talked about
such things but instead, each time I saw him, he would offer me a dollar,
to take off my tee shirt. Now this was getting rather silly. For one
thing one dollar is not a lot. Yes, I would have done it for free but
getting one dollar every time I saw him just for taking my tee shirt off
seemed to be as far as he was going to go so one day when he started
again on the one dollar business, I had a quick look around me to see
that no one was there and it was a quiet place and maybe curtains
twitched in that street from time to time but usually there was no one on
the street and also no one else at the bus stop except me. So as I am
telling you I looked around and there was no one so I very quickly
grabbed his dick through his trousers. And he almost dropped dead from
shock but I just said, "Oh please, mister."


And now he was rushing to his door and beckoning me to follow him and I
was right behind him and got inside and slammed the door behind me and he
fell on me. I mean he fell to his knees to get to my height and he kissed
me so much, telling me what a beautiful boy I am and how much he loves
me. And I can tell you that being kissed like this was like nothing I
ever had before because my daddy only ever kissed me goodnight and only
kissed my cheek or kissed my brow and I loved those kisses but this
kissing was very different because first thing it did was give me a boner
and my daddy's kisses did not do that. Plus this kiss was with a man who
had a beard so it tickled me a little and made me giggle -- but the
tongue in my mouth was the exciting bit and I sucked and licked that as
if it must not ever be taken from me. And he was stroking me and holding
me and kissing me and my boner was tenting my pants and I pushed them
down and my briefs too and kicked off my trainers and there I was all
naked for him.


"You too!" I said and he tore his clothes off and he was so big and
beautiful and hairy and his dick was rising high. He stood up and he was
so tall and I bent a little and licked his dick which had thin white
stuff coming out of it. It was kinda salty but not really, not much taste
at all but it excited me to taste it but though this was an interesting
diversion I knew what I really wanted and so I said, "Sir, I want you to
butt fuck me." And again he nearly died with astonishment but he laughed
and picked me up and this I loved to be held against this big tall hairy
body and I was kissing him again and he carried me to a bedroom and
almost tossed me on to the bed. And he threw himself down beside me and
we rolled around a little and he was tickling me and I was laughing
though really I do hate to be tickled but the laugh comes even though you
hate it, you know?


"Are you sure?" he asked me and I knew what he was talking about even
though we had rolled around and played and kissed and that and I said,
"Sure I am sure."


And he said, "It is very wrong, you know?"


And I said, "Why is that?"


And he said, "Because you are only a boy."


And I said, "But you like boys, I can tell that."


And he rolled off me and sighed and said, "I wish it was so simple. It is
so wrong. So, so wrong. It is not permitted and so I must do nothing with
you. I have done too much already. Yet, in Persia, we have a long culture
and history of men loving boys. But now it is worse there than it is here
and I tell you that it is very bad here."


Now this was not a good development. I did not want to know about Persian
culture and history. Well I am sure it is very interesting but I did not
want to know about it THEN. Not at that moment. I wanted to be butt
fucked. And as I waited I noticed that his dick was not as big as it was
and no whitish liquid was coming from the end of this and as I say this
was NOT a good development. And worst of all was that he had just said
nothing must happen! Oh no! And so I thought of my jiu-jitsu and how he
needed to learn a little because he had all these fears and hesitations
and wanted to butt fuck me but was afraid to do it in case he molested me
and I was like, so much, please molest me, I really really want it, so I
knew it was for me to act because if I waited for him, well, I knew
nothing would happen except me learning a LOT about Persia which is good
I am sure but not what I wanted from this man so I threw myself on him
and went through a variety of grapples and chokes which not only made him
laugh a lot but amazed him too and every time I had him in a position of
submission I grabbed his dick and so best of all this excited him because
soon his dick was harder than ever and I knew he had submitted to me and
would resist no more. So jiu-jitsu has been very good for me in all ways
-- for making me close to my daddy, for making me strong and so I cannot
be bullied or pushed around -- but most of all for breaking through this
man's fear of doing what he wanted to do and what I wanted him to do.


And so it was. He spoke no more. He kinda knew this was an offer he would
not get often. And it was clear he liked boys and let's forget the
Persian stuff -- he wanted to butt fuck a boy and I was a boy who was
desperate to be butt fucked. He just prepared me by getting me on all
fours like a doggy on his bed and then with jelly from a tube, so gently
pressing a finger up inside me and spreading the gooey stuff around, so
cool and strange but exciting too and he put on a rubber and put more
gooey jelly on that and he manoeuvred me into a good position on my side
and I felt his dick begin to press against my little tight hole. I was
breathing heavily and gulping and maybe shaking a little from being
nervous but also excited as I had dreamed of this for so long and now it
was gonna happen at last but his hand caressed me and soothed me as he
pressed. I cried out a little and he stopped but I whispered, "No, go on,
I want it, I really want it", and he pressed more and I tried to relax
and he was as gentle as he could be but he was so big, yet I did want it
and to show him this I pushed back a little more and he pushed and I
pushed and I bit my lip so as not to cry out because it was not nice at
all because it really really hurt me and I felt I was being split and
even though I thought I wanted this I think I could not take it and I
really had to bite hard not to cry out and make him stop and I knew that
he would stop because he would not want to hurt me in any way, I just
knew this but I also knew he would be disappointed and maybe he would
stop with the dollar for the tee shirt business, not that I wanted the
dollar, and so I willed myself with all my strength from pushing myself
in the gym and all the sparring with my daddy and thought of strong arms
loving me and holding me and then it happened and then it began to slide,
faster and faster, and he was inside me. and then the feeling changed.
Sure it hurt but it hurt kinda good and each moment that passed it felt
better and better. And he was stroking my little boner and kissing my
neck and speaking in his language and he began to pump and now that he
was inside me and I was starting to like it but really really like it, I
said to him, "Please stand up, Sir" and he made as if to pull out and I
said, "No, don't come out, just stand up with me inside you" and so he
held me close and swung his legs over the bed and then he stood up and
this was the moment I wanted so much and would remember for ever I know
and be a great memory in all my life, with me so small against his
height, and he laughed and saw that it was kinda funny but also very very
very hot too and he lifted me and lowered me on his pole and fucked me as
he raised me and lowered me and I slid up and down on his big dick,
feeling those strong hands on my little body and I felt something strange
passing from deep inside my butt and passing it seemed down his big boner
through to my balls like he was sending his seed through me and into me
even though there was a rubber and it pushed through my balls into my own
boner with a strange whooshing kind of feeling as his boner throbbed deep
inside me and I was spraying thin gruel around and feeling like I was
someone newly born.


And I also felt that I had won, that this was my victory and that he
might know more about sex and what men want but he knows nothing of what
a boy wants and I do and I made this big man submit to me. And though I
became really good at jiu-jitsu, as my daddy always wanted for me, I
think of this submission as the best one I ever did. And so it will
always be the number one grapple for me, forever in my memory.


The End