JiuJitsu Boy

Chapter 6


JiuJitsu Boy

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Author's note: I think a little recap here might be in order. So far, what we know is that Jamie was in a bad accident as a kid. That accident was caused by a hit and run. The two cars, one with the real Ashley and Jamie Martin and the other with Carol and Tanner Flanders, burst into flames. They were in the witness protection program, and rumors are that the accident was an attempt to kill them. Unfortunately, Ashley Martin and Tanner Flanders were killed. Both Carol and Jamie suffered from their injuries and had amnesia. The authorities messed up, thinking Jamie was Tanner, and he and Carol were moved as mother and son.

Got it? More to come, but we all know why we are here, so let's get back to the fun!

Life has been crazy and I am a bit behind on Gingerbread Boy and will get that out next week along with another chapter of this story. Let's just say they may cross paths.


Last time

"I'm sorry, I told him everything. I can't lie to dad."


And now...

"Bruce, it's OK, but we need to be careful and set some ground rules. Jamie said he didn't want private lessons unless I was there, and he didn't want me to have any without him there." Mark said, trying to be discreet since they were in the restaurant.

"I understand." They all ate lunch together and talked about everything else going on in their worlds. When they had to go back, Bruce asked Jamie and Mark if they would mind staying after class to discuss this further and to have a chat about a special project. They agreed and went back to their respective jobs.

The afternoon at the shop was pretty quiet, so it was nice that they could break for Jamie's class. Mark and Jamie went over to the studio, and Jamie ran into the back to put on his gi. He was so cute in that gi. Mark pictured the boy in his jock underneath the loose pants. He didn't get a chance to see which one he put on this morning since he dresses in his room in case of a CPS visit. The bed in his room is a bit messed up, and there are some well worn pajamas folded on the pillow. So back to the studio and Jamie's class.

Bruce had the class work on a number of exercises, and Jamie was the star. The other students all like him, and when they practice, it's almost a competition to see who gets to pair up with him.

Mark noticed there was one boy, Sebastian, who kept staring at Jamie. He was a very cute boy. Mark learned the boy was just 12, but he seemed to be infatuated with Jamie. When he paired up with Jamie, he often lingered when they made contact, and Mark swore that the boy was hard half the time.

Bruce has his own style for the studio. He mixes in several of the martial arts. There is the traditional bow to their partner when they start, and also after they finish sparring. When Jamie and Sebastian finished their exercises, Sebastian went over and hugged Jamie. He whispered something to Jamie. They bowed, and left the mat.

Bruce often used Jamie to demonstrate things to the class. When the class wrapped up, Bruce rolled down the shades between the main studio and the smaller room on the side. "Come on back, I want to show you something."

The smaller studio had posters for the Jiu-Jitsu classes, but Bruce brought out some new posters showing kickboxing. "Guys, I want to expand the studio, and this is just as popular as the Gracie Barra stuff we've been doing. It's a lot more active and takes a lot of discipline to do. Jamie's body type is perfect for it. He's super lean, has a decent six pack, and he's quick. I'd love to start a kickboxing series and want Jamie to be the first student. "

"Jamie, this is up to you. What do you think? Is this something you want to do?"

"I don't know, dad. Bruce, I want to see what it's like."

"Bruce turned on a video showing boys Jamie's age kick boxing. Jamie was mesmerized watching the boys. Mark noticed Jamie was tenting out his gi, but didn't mention anything. On the screen, were two boys, about his size. Jamie was thinking how sexy they were, and both men were already busting in their pants. Bruce's cock was tenting out his gi too. The boys in the video wore nothing but really small, silky shorts. They were glistening with sweat. Mark was imagining his boy doing this and hoped he would agree.

"Dad, I want to do it."

"Bruce, it sounds like you have your first student. What do we do to begin?"

"Well, what I was thinking is that he and I could film a video to use to market on social media. Can you help with that, Mark? I know it's up your alley."

"Sure, I'll have my team set up a campaign and we can blitz your social media sites. Let's shoot some things to post on TikTok that have some trendy music. I'll have the guys figure something out and look at what others are doing."

"Great, we can talk more about it later. Jamie, who do you think would be good from class to work with?"

"I think Sebastian would do it. He seems to want to do anything I do, so let's ask him." Mark and Bruce looked at each other. They had both noticed Sebastian's moves on Jamie.

"Great, I'll call his mom and ask if we can have him come in to do some video with us. Do you want to try some of it now?"

"Sure!"

"OK, help me drag the dummy out onto the mat."

Jamie walked over to Mark and reached out his hand. "Come on, dummy."

"Funny son, very funny!"

"Just kidding, dad!" He ran to the back and helped Bruce drag out the BOB dummy that was padded with a rubbery torso on top. Bruce took off his gi, dropped his pants and was standing in nothing but a pair of silky bikini briefs. His cock had partially deflated, but was still plump.

"Stand back, Jamie. I'm going to show you some of the moves." Bruce wrapped both of his hands in straps. He started dancing back and forth in front of the dummy, pumping his arms up and down. "Just like in Barra, I'm blocking the kicks, but since this is kick boxing we will use our feet for offense." With that he stopped bouncing and spun and kicked the dummy in the head. It wobbled and Bruce was back on his feet, facing it.

Jamie was excited. "Cool!"

"Watch this." Bruce did a 720 roundhouse. Jamie screamed out, "That was awesome!"

"You think that's good? Watch this one." He did a Guyver kick. As he fell and rolled on his back, Jamie laughed, then Bruce bounced up, pushed his legs down and stood up.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Jamie screamed. He looked at Mark and put his hands over his mouth.

"It's OK son, I have the same question. Bruce, you've been holding back on me. How did I not know you could do that?"

"Because when I'm in that position with you, my ass is usually sore from you riding it, and I would rather cuddle than stand up." All three laughed at that.

"So Jamie, we need to get you some gear before we do this, I don't want you hurt. Just like with Jiu-Jitsu, there may be some pain while you learn. I'll get everything for you since you're helping me out. Do you want to try some moves?"

"Yeah, teach me how to kick that roundhouse kick. That was awesome. I don't want to fall on my butt though."

"You probably will the first few times. In the Guyver, that's part of the move, so you can jump up."

"Just teach me the one where you don't fall." Jamie took off his gi, handed it to Mark, and dropped his pants. He was wearing an orange jock today. Mark thought about how appropriate that color was for the boy.

Bruce kind of gasped when he saw Jamie in his jock, even though he'd fucked him before. Mark was chubbed up watching it. Bruce stood beside Jamie and showed him how to step, how to plant his foot and how to move. He had the boy walk through the steps and helped him spin in slow motion. Now it was time for him to do it on his own. "Here I go." Jamie yelled as he made his approach.

Jamie wasn't as graceful as Bruce. He planted his foot, lifted his other, spun, and ended up doing a face plant. He lay there panting and laughing. Mark was rolling on the floor.

"What are you laughing at, old man? You try this. " Jamie prodded Mark. This was the second time he called him an old man.

"Fine." Mark stripped to his boxer briefs, Bruce guided him through the steps, and he, too, finally spun and landed on the floor face up. Jamie crawled over and got on top of Mark. Their sweaty bodies pressed together, both of them laughing. Jamie leaned in to kiss Mark. Mark's hand ran down the boy's sweaty back and found his ass. He rubbed the boy from neck to hole. He could feel Jamie poking him in the belly. His fingers diverted to Jamie's hole and started poking in and out. Mark knew he shouldn't be doing it in front of Bruce, but Jamie kept encouraging it.

Bruce was a bit shocked. His playing with Jamie wasn't sensual like this, it was purely mechanical. He kind of felt bad since he saw the passion between Mark and Jamie that he never had with the boy. In fact, he wondered if the boy had enjoyed what they had done or not.

Mark grabbed a bottle of lube from his desk. He walked over and squirted some in Jamie's hole. Mark felt it and worked it in and was soon up to three fingers. Jamie sat up and impaled himself on Mark. He was doing squats when Bruce came over and freed Jamie's cock from his jock. He leaned in and tried to suck on Jamie, only to be pushed away.

"Dad, suck on Bruce." Bruce got up and moved, so he was straddling Mark's face. Mark preferred seeing Jamie, but Bruce's cock was just as welcome. He took Bruce in his mouth and heard Bruce gasp. Jamie had shoved a finger into Bruce's hole and apparently hit his prostate. Bruce's gasp was from pain and not pleasure, as Jamie didn't lube up or even try to be gentle. Even so, with his prostate pressed, he shot his load. Mark sat up and laid Jamie down on his back and continued to plow him, taking one of the boy's sweaty feet into his mouth. Bruce was enjoying the show. He hadn't really realized the beauty or passion of this boy, and could see how much the two shared.

Jamie finally shot his load hands free. He couldn't talk because it was so intense. Mark convulsed and volleyed his cream into Jamie. Bruce, wanting in on the action, licked up Jamie's cum and then went to kiss Mark and pulled Jamie in to share the sweet boy nectar.

They all laid on the mat for a while. Jamie was straddling Mark, who was now on his back. He kept kissing his dad and snuggling.

After a while, they realized they should dress and leave.

"Guys, I think this kick boxing thing is going to be fun." Mark commented, thinking about how sexy his boy was going to look.

Mark and Jamie headed home. Jamie was quiet the entire drive home. Mark tried to start a conversation, but all he got in return was a grunt.

When they got home, Jamie stripped like usual, but then he went into the shower by himself. Mark didn't know whether to follow in or not, so he waited for a moment. He didn't hear anything coming from the shower, so he decided to go see what Jamie was up to. He walked into the bathroom to see Jamie sitting naked on the floor of the shower, crying. His head was down, and he didn't see Mark.

Mark ripped his clothes off and got in and sat next to Jamie, putting his arm around him, or at least he tried. Jamie just swatted him away. "Go!" he shouted.

"No son, I'll just sit here and wait."

"Go!" Jamie screamed, between sobs.

"Jamie, no, tell me what's going on!"

Again, Mark tried to put his arm over and got swatted away again. "Go!" Jamie screamed even louder and began to sob.

Mark was at a loss. He didn't know what to do. His boy, his love, was in pain, hurt, crying. He didn't know why. Mark started to cry himself, and he got up and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel, but stayed in the bathroom. He closed the lid and sat on the toilet.

"Jamie, I love you. I can't stand seeing you hurt. You can tell me anything and it won't change a thing. Please, Jamie, please talk to me. I'm going to go lie on the bed and wait for you. I mean it, Jamie, I need you to talk to me, It hurts me to see you hurt. Please! " Mark was tired of begging but hurting so badly inside, seeing his boy in turmoil. He had no idea what could be bothering him. Was it that they played in front of Bruce? Jamie wanted it, or so it seemed. What was going on?

It seemed like forever, but Jamie finally came out of the shower, dried off, and crawled up next to Mark. His face was puffy from crying, and his skin wrinkled from the water. He curled up into a ball and backed into Mark. Mark spooned him and held him. He rocked a bit and just held his boy. At least it wasn't so bad that Jamie didn't want to sleep with him.

A few minutes later, he was sound asleep. Mark just held Jamie until he too dozed off.

Mark was startled awake when he realized Jamie wasn't in bed with him anymore. It hadn't even been an hour. He jumped up and peeked into the bathroom. No sign of Jamie. "Jamie?" he called out. No response. He pulled on a pair of shorts. He rushed through the house looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Finally, he peeked into the boy's room, which hadn't been used for anything but show, and there on the floor was the suitcase and most of Jamie's things were thrown in it. Jamie was curled up in a ball in the corner.

A million things ran through Mark's head. Why was he packing his stuff? Was he upset? Was he afraid? Mark instinctively just went over and sat on the floor next to a still naked Jamie.

"Going somewhere?"

No response.

"Well, I'll just sit here with you until you figure it out."

How did their lives go from pure ecstasy to hell in just a few hours? What triggered Jamie.

"Mark, I know you won't want me as your son after you find out what's wrong."

"Jamie, I'm your dad. I don't mind if you call me Mark, Dad, or even hey you, but I will always, and I mean always, want you as my son. I love you more than you know."

"But do you love me as your lover?"

"That's a silly question. You know, I do. Do you love me as a lover?"

"I think so, I mean, yes, I don't ever want to be without you, and I don't mean as my dad. I love that you are my dad, and that makes it even more special. I love you and want to marry you and be with you forever."

"And I love you too, and would love to be with you forever too."

"Fuck, dad, I feel so confused. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Mark let the swearing go. He was getting to the bottom of what was bothering his boy.

"Hey, can we get up and sit on the couch to continue this conversation? I think we have some milk and cookies. Milk and cookies make everything better, right?"

"I guess." Jamie moaned as he got up and slumped out onto the couch.

Mark ran and got the milk and cookies and sat with Jamie cuddled up to him.

Jamie took a cookie, dunked it and started eating it. A few drips of milk landed on his tummy. Mark ran a finger through it and licked his finger. Jamie let out a little giggle. Progress.

"Son, you've been through a lot. We can't solve it all tonight. Can we talk though?"

"Yeah." Jamie said, between cookies. He was still looking down. Mark reached over and pulled Jamie's chin up to look into his eyes. He planted a kiss on Jamie's nose.

"First, don't you ever worry about me not loving you. There is nothing in this world that would make me stop loving you. I know you've been through a lot, and we have moved from total strangers to father son, to lovers in record time. You're young. There will be challenges, but kid, I'm not going anywhere. You're going to have to kill me to make me go away."

"Don't say that, I'd never do that."

"See! You don't have anything to worry about. So why are you so glum and ready to run away?"

"I wasn't running away, you're going to kick me out."

"Do you think I want that prick of a cop back asking me why I kicked out my own son? Seriously, though, I would never kick you out. You are only going to leave here when you want to. "

"You want Bruce. I saw it in your eyes. You don't want sex with me."

"What are you talking about? Were you not at the studio? It was you that I was making love to, not Bruce. I told you, Bruce and I were just fuck buddies. Sex didn't mean a thing. When I am with you, I'm making love to you. It means something."

"But you sucked his cock!"

"Only because you told me to."

"I saw your eyes when you kissed Bruce."

"Jamie, that entire love making session was about you. It was you and me. I love you and only you. He licked up your cum and shared it with us. That kiss, that kiss, Jamie, was all about you. I really didn't want to kiss Bruce, but I wanted to taste and savor you, and only you."

"How was it about me? You were tonguing him."

"Jamie, I was sucking your sweet nectar out of his mouth. I wasn't making out with Bruce. I was savoring you!"

The two just sat there. Jamie continued dipping and eating cookies. Neither spoke. They had skipped dinner, so the boy was starving. He finished the bag of cookies, drank his milk, and put the glass on the table. That was all that Mark needed to attack. He grabbed the boy and pinned him on the couch. He started licking his tummy, circling his nipples, licking the belly button, running his tongue down the boys legs and back up. Sucking on toes. He was doing everything except paying attention to the boy's cock and hole. He leaned up and kissed Jamie and pushed his tongue in and out. He pulled back. "See, that's plain. But with your nectar on it, it's irresistible."

With that, he slid down to Jamie's cock and slipped his slobbery finger into Jamie's hole. He hit the button, and in no time, Jamie was providing streams of nectar for Mark. Mark held it and slid up to share it with Jamie. They swapped it back and forth until it had all been swallowed down. "See? That is irresistible."

Yeah, dad, it is. I'm sorry for over reacting."

"We agreed we wouldn't play with others unless we were together. From now on, it will just be you and me alone, no onlookers, no sharing, just us. That will eliminate any confusion, OK?"

"OK. I'm sorry."

"Son, remember, I will always love you."

"I know, Dad."

"Even if some day you no longer want sex with me."

"That will never happen!"

"But if it does, you don't need to worry."

The mood was lighter, and Jamie's tummy was full of cookies. Oh well, who says every meal needs to be nutritious? They went to the bedroom, and Jamie climbed in, facing Mark. They kissed and cuddled. Jamie was tired from crying and all the emotions. He reached down and grabbed Mark's cock and started to stroke it. He fell asleep mid-stroke. Mark just smiled and hugged his boy. They slept like logs.


End JiuJitsu Boy Chapter 6 - Andrew Thomas

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