Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 14:21:31 +0800 From: Ben Ng Subject: My Judo Class - Part 1 Judo is a way of life, something that is often lost in the Western culture, watered down to just a sport. In fact, judo is never about fighting or being aggressive; it's about efficiency and mutual benefit. Judo in Japanese literally means "the gentle way". I try to impart this knowledge on my students. After spending seven years learning Judo in Japan, I went back to my home country to open my own Dojo. Sadly, in here, people treat Judo just like all other sports and recreational activities. Parents pay to have their kids take lessons, and blame the instructors if their kids are not learning. I try to educate them and occasionally I would meet parents who truly understand. They entrust their kids to me and I train them to be responsible, disciplined individuals. I never just teach the skills. I teach two different age groups: kids and adults. What I do is screen out all those who learn Judo for recreation only and keep those who are serious about it. Kids who show potential will be promoted to the adult group when they are ready. Only adults who have passed a series of tests would be considered my true disciples. As with any martial art, it's best to start young, so I let the kids group slowly filter down to form my adult group. As expected, only very few remain at the end, but they are the best of the best. My kids group is very different. I have a bunch of kids who are there to have fun only, and one or two who are really into it. My most promising student is Marko. Having been with me since the age of 12, he is my oldest student in the kids group, being 16. In two years he will either enter my permanent adult group or be kicked from the team. I'm certainly thinking of keeping him. He is my best student so far. He always hangs on every word I say. He's very hardworking and obedient, and he seems to love Judo. He does everything I ask without question. As a youngster, he is amazingly responsible and disciplined. I'm very proud of him. In fact, I treat him like my own son. The teacher/student relationship in Judo is very special. Once established, it's a lifelong relationship. Marko is a handsome boy. He is medium build with solid muscles. He has quick reflexes and a keen sense of sport. It's a pleasure to teach him. He sets the pace in the class as all other students look up to him. In Judo, the highest ranking student is considered the Sempai, which literally translates as "the one who comes first". He is the assistant teacher and has special privileges. When I retire one day, he will be the one to take up my position. I have confidence that he will rise above all the others in my adult group as well. Marko has brown hair and brown eyes. There is intensity in those eyes that you don't see in many boys. He is determined and goal-oriented. In the four years he's been with me, he has already risen to the purple belt, which is one step away from the black belt. If all goes well, he can take the black belt test next year. There are other kids as well. The next oldest boy is Jake. He's 15 and a green belt, two steps lower than Marko. He's not as hardworking as Marko and sometimes skips practice, so I'm not really counting on him to continue my legacy. In fact, sometimes I think he is a bad influence on the other boys. Anyway, my philosophy is not to reject any kid from entering, but only the chosen ones get promoted. The other kids range from 12 to 14. I try not to teach kids who are too young because too many of them drop out after a few lessons, complaining it's too tough. Yup, I tend to be a tough coach. This particular day I'm teaching them one of the throws which involve one hand grabbing the collar and the other under the crotch. It's not meant to be obscene; it's just for leverage to flip your opponent. As my ten students gathered on one side of the mat, waiting for me to demonstrate the technique, I called out for a volunteer to be thrown by me. Usually nobody would want that, because although I've taught them how to break the fall, it still hurts a bit. My faithful assistant teacher would always step up for the job. Today is no exception. Marko stood up and bowed at me. He seemed a bit nervous this time, which was unusual. He squirmed a little bit and adjusted his belt. Perhaps he was nervous about me touching his crotch? It wouldn't last for more than two seconds, and it's not like I was out to molest him. It's just a throw. I asked if he was ready and he said yes. I quickly moved in, grabbed him in the right places and completed the throw. While my hand was briefly on his crotch, I could feel his balls and the root of his cock. Strange, because it's like he wasn't wearing any underwear. Although many Japanese Judoka don't have the habit of wearing anything under the Judogi, I asked all my students to wear jocks for protection. Why wasn't he wearing any? And more importantly, why was he hard? He broke the fall perfectly, yet he didn't get up immediately. He was breathing hard lying on the mat. I was sure I didn't hurt him, but he was flushed and sweating. When I looked closely, his cock throbbed slightly under his Gi. "Are you all right?" I stretched out my hand to help him up. He blushed slightly and took my hand. Turning to my other students, I asked, "Did you guys see what I did?" Everyone laughed and said "no" because I always did it fast the first time, showing them how it really looks, before doing it in slow motion. I didn't want them to get the idea that throwing someone should be slow. Speed is very important. It's a running joke because nobody can see through my moves if I did it at full speed. "Ok. Let me do it in slow motion now." I waved at Marko to get into position again. He seemed hesitant. He certainly was not himself. I frowned slightly. "Are you ok, Marko?" I whispered to him. "Er... yes, Sensei." `Sensei', by the way, means `teacher' in Japanese. "Are you ready?" "Yes." This time I went in slowly, deliberately letting all my students see my moves. I showed them where to hold on, and how I twisted my body to lift my opponent. This means that my hand stayed on Marko's crotch longer. I felt the same loose balls and the root of his cock, but this time it was even harder. He was rock hard under his Gi. What's more, as I was doing the throw in slow motion, it started throbbing under my hand. When I finally completed the throw and have Marko on the mat, his cock was throbbing wildly and pumping out cum! Because of where I was standing, the students can't see Marko. I was blocking him from view as he landed. Lying before me was my star student panting, shaking, and cumming under my hand, in front of the whole class! "What the hell?" I said to myself. If I moved away, everyone would see him having a climax. If I didn't, it would be very awkward to the rest of the class. I hesitated for just a second, before saying to Marko, "You didn't land properly. Are you hurt?" "No, but I need a minute to get up." His fragile voice was betraying his true condition. "Ok, take your time, and you can take a break." I quickly turned my attention to the rest of the students. "Did everyone see how it's done?" Some said yes, some were unsure. I asked them to pair up and practice on each other. I helped them get into position and showed them where to hold. Because Marko was still on the mat, I paired up with Jake. When I got into position, he whispered to me, "Did he just cum?" I didn't know how to answer. I just told him to focus on the practice. However, he seemed distracted and when I threw him, he didn't land properly. "Jake, you are breaking the fall too late." He tried to throw me but he wasn't getting it. I showed him some more and he barely did it. When I tried it on him he again landed wrong. "Jake, you've been with me for three years now and you still can't land properly?" His face was beet red. The whole class was looking at him. "Everyone, practice your break falls now! Fifty each!" By this time Marko has returned from the shower room and has, I assume, taken care of the mess in his Gi. I asked him to join the rest. After the drill, the guys seemed to be doing better. Jake was visibly mad at me for singling him out, and he took that out on Marko, his partner. Marko was not himself, and he was rather passive. I was not happy with their performance. When the lesson was over, I asked Marko to stay behind. I wanted an explanation. He looked sheepish. I asked him to shower and change before seeing me. I waited in the hall, but when I heard someone yelling, I went to the shower room. "What the hell were you doing back there, huh, Marko? You were shooting your load in the middle of practice!" It was Jake. "I... I don't know what you are talking about!" Marko's fragile voice was indicating his guilt loud and clear. I couldn't let this continue. "Enough!" I shouted. There was complete silence. "Jake and Marko, I want to see you two in the hall, NOW! The rest get changed quickly and leave!" The younger ones scurried off. Jake and Marko sat far away from each other. Only three of us were left in the Dojo. "Jake, what made you think you can talk to your Sempai this way?" As I said, the highest ranking student is the assistant teacher, to be respected by other students. "He was fucking cumming when you threw him! Why didn't you say anything?" "Watch your language!" "He can do anything he wants, and I can't say anything about it?" "Not in front of everyone like you did in the shower room!" "I tried to tell you, but you just brushed it off!" "It was practice time! You could come to me after class!" "He's just your favorite student and I'm good for nothing!" "Do you want to be out of this group, then?" He was silent for a long time. "No." He said softly. "Then what do you want, Jake?" "I want him..." he pointed to Marko, "to explain his actions." "Very well. I want that too." We both looked at Marko, who had his head hanging low. "I'm... so sorry!" He said, almost sobbing. "I really didn't know how. It just... happened." "What? You just came?" Jake was being sarcastic. "When Sensei had his hand on there... you know... I got hard. And then... when he did it again in slow motion, I couldn't take it anymore and I just... came." He was so embarrassed when he said it. "I'm so sorry!" He finally broke down and cried. Jake seemed a bit apologetic. "Hey, man, I didn't mean to corner you like that, but... it's really weird, you know, creepy even, when you did that." Marko was sobbing uncontrollably. I turned to Jake. "Well, are you happy now?" "I... I didn't mean to... sigh." He just stood up and asked, "May I be excused now?" "Before you go, I want to make two things clear. First, Marko, no more sexual acts during practice. Second, Jake, I want you to respect your Sempai and not embarrass him in front of other students. If you have anything to take up with him, do it privately. Got that?" They both nodded. "Jake, you can go now." He quickly left. "Marko, tell me everything." He looked at me, confused. "I don't know where to start." He said softly. "Why did you get hard in the first place, and why weren't you wearing a jock?" "I've been hard in every Judo lesson ever since I was 12." He said in a dreamy voice, and had a far away look. "What?" "I... I've always... liked you, Sensei." He was looking down. "Like me in a way that makes you hard?" I asked curiously. I have never had such a situation before. "Yeah, you are so masculine, so strong, so... handsome." He was barely audible at the end. I didn't know what to say. He had a crush on me for four years? We sat in silence for a minute or two, until he finally gathered enough courage to look me directly in the eyes. "Are you mad?" He asked tentatively. "No, why would I be?" "Because... I'm... I'm gay, you know." "And you like me that way." "Yes." "How did you manage to hide your erection all this time?" "I usually wear a tight jock, but today I... I want to be different." "Why?" "I want to... come out to you." "By not wearing a jock?" "I want to feel your hand on my cock. I knew you were doing this throw." I was speechless. So he planned this. "Are you happy now?" "Kind of, but I want to do so much more." "Like what?" "Like... this." He reached out his trembling hand and placed it on my chest. My Gi was opened slightly so his hand was on my bare chest. His hand was shaking as it slowly pushed open my Gi and touched my nipple. It sent a shock through me. "Marko, we shouldn't be doing this." "I know," he whispered, "but I can't help it. I've been waiting for four years to do this. And very soon I may not have the chance." "What are you talking about?" "I'm accepted to a college and I will move out of town next year. I may never see you again." He said with such intense sadness it caught me off guard. "You mean you won't come back?" "I don't know. I love this Dojo too much... I love you too much. I don't want to leave." "I'm flattered that you would love me this way, but we are teacher and student. We can't..." "I know, but I don't care. I can't hold back any longer." His trembling hand went lower, feeling my stomach, then went down my treasure trail to my Gi pants. I held his hand just when it was entering my pants. I wasn't wearing anything underneath either. Marko looked up at me, disappointed. "Can't you let me do this, once? I've done everything you asked me this past four years. I've worked hard. Please?" I found it hard, almost impossible to deny my best student. He has never asked me for anything, and now he's begging to touch my most private part. "What do you want, Marko?" "I just want to feel it, to see it. I've been fantasizing about it for years." I let go of his hand. It seemed cruel to deny this little request. His hand went in and found my cock. He gasped when he held it in his hand. I had a thick cock. He caressed my rubbery tube and it slowly grew harder. He pulled it out of my Gi and another gasp escaped from his mouth. "It's so big! So thick!" He rubbed it up and down a few times, causing a drop of precum to form at the tip. Without warning he dived down and took my cock in his mouth! I tried to push him away but as he engulfed my cock all the way to the hilt I was flooded with pleasure and I couldn't stop him. My mind wanted to stop but my body refused. I watched in shock as he bobbed up and down my cock, sucking furiously. I couldn't do anything except to watch my star student give me a blowjob, and a damn good one. I haven't had sex in a while, exercising the self-control principle of Judo. I've been focused on expanding my Dojo in recent months that I've forgotten about sex. Marko has awakened a beast in me. Up and down he went. Occasionally he looked up to see my expression. I was neither encouraging nor discouraging him. He seemed to be happy that I didn't push him away and he kept sucking me hard. I couldn't last long. It was so sudden, so intense that I knew I was going to blast a huge load. When he saw that I tensed up, he quickened his pace. "I'm close, Marko." I rested my hands on his head to let him know. He didn't skip a beat as I blasted in his throat. One, two, three strong jets accompanied by many weaker ones, until it became a dribble. He kept swallowing and got it all. He was a hungry cocksucker. The fact that he has wanted it for years made it so intense. As my cock slowly deflated, he didn't let go. Instead he started teasing my underside with his tongue and just kept it in his mouth until I was hard again. He looked up at me and smiled. He wanted more. Slowly he went up and down on it again. My cock was sensitive, but it also felt good. I wanted to let him have it, to satisfy his hunger. I wanted my best student to be happy before he moved on to the next stage of his life. I had wanted him to take over my Dojo when I grew old, but life had other plans. If he couldn't, at least I wanted him to leave with a happy memory instead of unfulfilled fantasies. And honestly, receiving a blowjob isn't all that bad. The only problem was my self-control training going south. The second time around, Marko was sucking me leisurely. He took his time licking me, even playing with my balls. I have big balls and I love to play with them. He even slipped a finger under my balls to rub the sensitive area there. When he went further I tensed up, which he sensed and withdrew. His other hand explored my hairy chest, playing with my nipples. His thumb circled my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. It was wonderful. After a while, I could feel my orgasm building again. I gently stroked his hair to let him know I was close. He sucked harder, then when he sensed that I was cumming, his finger suddenly slipped into my hole! I was shocked but I couldn't stop him in time, because my cock was spewing cum! He touched something deep in me, causing me to cum longer than ever. I've never put anything up my ass and it was a mind blowing experience. I was sweating and panting hard. Once again, Marko sucked me dry. When I was totally soft, he finally pulled off my cock. He had a satisfied look on his face, and when I looked down, I could see a wet patch on his Gi. He had cum without touching himself. He moved up and rested his head against my chest. His hands wrapped around me and we hugged like that for a minute. Finally he got up. "Thank you, Sensei. You have no idea how much that means to me." He stood up and wiped the corner of his eye. "I will always remember this day." "When will you be leaving?" "Next year, in June." "So we still have time together." He beamed. "Yes, and there is so much more I want to do!"