Date: Mon, 7 Nov 2011 10:37:17 +0800 From: Ben Ng Subject: My Judo Class - Part 8 Five years ago, I was drunk when he did it. This time, I was too tired to move. Both times, it was completely dark and I could only see a shadow. The only difference was this time I was conscious. I opened my eyes as widely as I could, trying to take in everything. I wanted to hear every moaning, every slurping sound. He was really quiet though. He kept on bobbing up and down my cock, working it all over. Being in the dark, in the middle of the night, surrounded by silence made it all the more exciting, especially since he surprised me in my sleep. I relaxed completely and let him do whatever he wanted. I trusted him. It took him a long time to bring me close to climax, since I already had two major orgasms in the day, and I was totally exhausted. He had wanted to suck me till I cum and then sit on my cock like last time, but I guess he grew impatient. After sucking me for about ten minutes he got up and impaled himself on my cock. He has already lubed it, so it slipped in smoothly. One long stroke and he was all the way down. It was beautiful. The feeling was indescribable. A hot, tight ass engulfing your entire cock in one move; I would have cum immediately if I wasn't so tired. He started riding me slowly, up and down like clockwork. I was transported to another world. It was just like five years ago. Finally I could experience it again. I could feel so much more this time: I could feel his heartbeat through his tight grip on my cock, and I could feel every squeeze as he tightened up. He would flex his muscles, causing me to groan. He chuckled, just like before. It was so sexy. We were connected again. He rode me for a long time that night. I was drifting in and out of sleep, being so tired. Every time I woke up he was still at it. I didn't know how I stayed hard the whole time, but I did. By the end, my cock was sore and almost painful. I needed to cum. I started thrusting into him, having regained some of my strength. He paused to let me do the work. This was new. I had wanted to rewrite the script. I said to myself if this happened again I would take charge. I started pumping in him and it was his turn to groan. In one quick move, I flipped him over and started fucking him really hard. He gasped in surprise but willingly let me take control. He wrapped his legs around me and I proceeded to fuck him like crazy. I had wanted to do this for so long. I couldn't stand the excruciating slowness. It was like torture. I wanted fireworks. I wanted an explosive climax. I wanted to really fuck Aogi. He was slowly getting used to my mad man fuck. He would buck his hips in sync with my thrusts. I knew I wouldn't last long but I didn't care. I wanted a spectacular finish. As I felt my cum rising, I leaned forward and planted my mouth on his. I gave him a deep wet kiss and thrust really hard in him. He moaned loudly, reverberated in my mouth. I unleashed my load in him, my seed. I wanted to breed him. I wanted to leave a piece of me inside him forever. "Take my seed, Aogi!" I whispered in his ear. "Yes! Cum in me!" was his reply. It was yet another mind blowing climax. My body pressed tightly against his, and I could feel his cock throbbing and pumping between us. He was cumming and I could feel his hot cum on my stomach. My mouth never left his. We kissed deeply all through our climax. When we were both done, I suddenly felt cold. I realized we were all wet with sweat, and the cool night air was making me cold. Yet, his body was warm, and his hot cock was still glued to my stomach by his cum. We were bonded in more ways than one. We hugged each other for a while, before Aogi got up. "I have to sneak back to my room so nobody would know I came over." With that, he got dressed and silently slipped away. He was quiet like a cat. Just like that, he disappeared. Even though it was so real, it still felt like a dream when he was gone. I drifted back to a much needed sleep. The next morning, I woke up late. Aogi has told the staff that I fought until late at night so I should be given rest. He was not telling the entire story of course. Either way, I got my rest and I woke up refreshed. I haven't had such intense physical exertion in years, both in terms of Judo and sex. And yet, I felt more alive than ever. When I got up, Aogi offered me breakfast. He took me on a tour of the Dojo after that. It has greatly expanded since my stay years ago. He had done a great job managing the place. He said winning the All Japan Championship helped. It reinforced the idea that our Dojo was the best. Many people from all over the country joined, and they paid a good tuition fee. The Dojo has become a thriving business. "Changes must be made, Ben. Times have changed." "I agree, but there are some good traditions that should be kept." "Of course. Look at our students. They are still the best in the country. Just because we made it a business doesn't mean we have to sacrifice quality. In fact, with more people the competition is even fiercer than before." "Yes, you've done well, Aogi. I envy you." "You should join us. Our Dojo will be that much stronger with you on board. I will pay you well." "That is very tempting, but I have my own Dojo now." Aogi frowned. "How many people are interested in Judo in your country?" "Not many." I admitted. "Why waste your talent? You can be the best in Japan, hell, the best in the world if you want." "My only goal of learning Judo is to bring this amazing martial art and philosophy back to my country." Aogi sighed. "You have your principles. I won't push you." He led me back to the hall. Makoto was already there, in his Judo attire. In fact, that's what we all wear the whole time. "Good morning, Makoto." "Good morning, father." "Are you ready for your test?" "Yes, father." "Come here." Makoto went to his father and Aogi tightened his son's purple belt. "Today you are 17 and you are qualified to take the Black Belt exam. If you pass you will be the youngest Black Belt in history!" There is a rule that the minimum age for Black Belt exam is 17. Makoto bowed to his father and then stood at the center of the mat. Aogi and I sat down with a panel of three judges. To be fair we weren't allowed to assess Makoto. "Makoto, you will fight the youngest black belt in this Dojo, and if you win or tie, you will gain the rank of 1st Dan." "Yes, father." "Begin!" So many feelings coursed through me as I watched my best student fight for his black belt. In our four years together, I have trained him hard and he has taken everything I threw at him. He was the most talented young Judoka I've seen, which was not a surprise since his dad was a champion and he started early. I had wanted him to be my protégé, but now it seemed he would move back to his dad's Dojo. I felt a hint of sadness as I thought about my star student leaving me. I had put so much hope in him. Makoto fought well. He lost half a point early on, but he quickly evened up. His opponent was a few years ahead of him and considering his young age, he really did a splendid job. In the end, it was a tie and the match was over. I was so happy I just ran to him and hugged him tightly. Aogi was sitting there smiling, clearly proud of his son. "Ben, you have taught him well. I can see it was a right decision to send him to you." "Aogi, your son is amazing! He's so disciplined and determined, and he has your talent!" "Makoto, I'm proud of you. You fought well." Aogi said as he bestowed the black belt to his son. Makoto was shaking when he accepted it. His dad helped him put it on and when it was done, the father and son fell into a tight embrace. Everyone was cheering. It was rare for a 17 year old to gain 1st Dan. We made history that day. Lunch was like a celebration. Everyone took turns to congratulate Makoto, and he couldn't be happier. He was in tears. All the years of hard work paid off. He came to me and bowed, thanking me for my guidance. I told him he deserved it. The kids from the junior class came to me and Makoto and begged us to teach them a few tricks. We laughed, finishing our lunch and then proceeded to the hall. We had fun teaching those kids. Some of them were really good for their age. In the afternoon, Aogi asked me to be the guest instructor for one of his classes. He only taught the best of the best, those who were groomed to be the next champion. They were excited to have me after seeing my match with Aogi. We exchanged a few moves and I quickly found out that they were very good. Some could almost fight me evenly. "They are good, aren't they? They were selected from hundreds of students every year." "How do you manage to have so many students?" "We have classes every day of the week, from morning till night. We are all packed. We have highly qualified instructors and I pay them well." "I should learn a thing or two from you." "You are running everything yourself. How many students can you teach?" I knew he was pitching to me again. I just looked away. Anyway, I had fun teaching them. It was more like sharing, because they were almost as good as me. You can learn from different people because each person's technique was different. When the class was over, we went to the baths again. The whole class was with us so we couldn't do anything, but we had a nice chat. We really bonded through the bath. We talked about our future and our plans for our Dojo. I thought about Jake taking over the youth group and I had to laugh. "Your son is really special. I wanted him to take over my Dojo. Now you will have him back and I'm so jealous." "Get your own son!" He joked. "On a more serious note, I can send someone over for cultural exchange, if you want. I want to visit your Dojo myself. May be I can find a time to do it later this year." "That'll be great. You and I can catch up." I winked at him. "How about we visit each other's Dojo every year, as a professional exchange?" "That's perfect!" That night, after dinner, Makoto came to me. "Sensei, I haven't been with you for days. I miss you." "I miss you too, Makoto." "Have you had enough fun with dad? Can you spare some time for me?" "I can always spare time for you, buddy." I hugged him and led him to my room. I closed the door and began kissing him. I gently took off his Gi and found that he was naked underneath. I smiled as I stripped him naked, admiring his youthful body. It was perfect, without blemish. He looked just like a mini version of his dad. It would be great to have the two side by side, naked. I took a mental note of that. I got him on all fours. It's one of my favorite positions. I rubbed his beautiful ass and parted his cheeks. Ever since we started fucking six months ago, his hole has been opened up nicely. He insisted that I was the only one who could fuck him. I admired his ass, looking into his hole. It looked so inviting. I quickly grabbed some lube from my bag and spread it on his ass and my cock. I couldn't wait to enter him. I missed him. Fucking his dad was great, but this boy really aroused something deep in me. I wanted so much to own him, to take him, to make him mine. I entered him slowly. I liked watching my cock disappear into his ass. That sight never fails to amaze me. As I pushed all the way into him in one long stroke, I marveled at my luck. Two guys, father and son, both love me and give their ass to me. How great is that? That night, I did it nice and slow, giving Makoto one of the longest fucks. In the end, he was shaking like a leaf and cumming all over the floor. I shot my load deep in him and we spooned, drifting to sleep. I felt so content with him in my arms. The next morning, I woke up and was surprised that everyone was gone except Aogi and Makoto. Aogi informed me that it was a Japanese holiday and the Dojo was closed for the day. He made sure everyone was gone except us. He wanted to have a special day. He led us to the main hall, to the center of the mat. "Today, we will enjoy each other all day long. The whole Dojo is empty and we can do anything we want!" Makoto jumped in delight and immediately took off his clothes. He was naked in all his glory. Even his dad had to admire his beautiful body. Aogi and I took our clothes off as well. Three naked guys, two of them father and son. They look so good together. I had to remind myself to remember this sight. Both of their cocks were standing proud. They looked so similar. Both of them looked at me with lust in their eyes. "What shall we do, guys?" I asked. As if on cue, both of them came over and tackled me to the ground.