Well, here he is again. I never could say no to a red head. So Shane is on his own little adventure at the moment. I have decided to focus on him for a few stories. Hope no one minds. I will get back to the other characters I swear, just not at the moment.
Chapter 7 -- The Shane story
Saturday had been an unusual day for me, I went over to Chad's house with some trepidation, I had a fear that he would be looking for physical comfort and not to talk. I wasn't going to let him. I had this idea of Chad's house as the all American dream type house; you know the white picket fence and perfect parents. What I got was actually a bit of a shock, I found out from Chad that his dad was always at work and that they were in the middle of a nasty divorce, his mom had thrown him out of her house because she found out that he was gay. Dad said he would take him in, he had said that he always knew his son was different and it didn't really bother him.
"That had shocked the shit out me dude." Chad said. When he moved here he met Kevin at the park and they became fast friends. I made it known to him that he needed to apologize to Ren for what happened, probably to everybody for that matter.
"I know." Chad responded. He was definitely in the dumps today. We talked for a long time, probably more than he had ever talked to anyone in his life. Looking at my watch it was close to four pm, which meant I had martial arts practice in about thirty minutes. We said our goodbyes and I left him alone. I was actually a bit worried about him, he was resilient though. I knew he would suck it up and walk over there to apologize, they were his true friends after all and I reminded him of that.
Martial arts class for me was a spiritual experience, I just enjoyed the feeling that it gave me. The perks of it were good too, like being able to defend yourself and development of your body. For me though, it was the spiritual side that drew me, I was always at piece with everything when the class was done. My instructor suggested to me to take up Tai Chi as well if I wanted a more spiritual experience. Once class was over with I had gathered my stuff and was getting ready to go when I got stopped in my tracks about half way.
The family resemblance was amazing, he could only be Sensei Yamashima's nephew or cousin, and it couldn't have been his son because he wasn't married. There was another story altogether, when I first came to his class two years ago I first thought that he seemed very young to be teaching, I found out he was in his late thirties, but he looked like he was in his twenties. I realized at the moment when I laid eyes on the Sensei that I had a thing for Japanese guys. He was tall and very muscular and had the most beautiful dark skin I had ever seen. To say that class was a distraction for a few days was an understatement, in order to catch me up to the rest of his beginner class he kept me after a couple days a week for some personal training. One of the main problems I had was that I kept looking down the top of his gi at those perfectly round, muscular pecs of his. On one memorable day after class I was particularly close to him and I could smell him, it wasn't a bad smell, it was a natural smell. He didn't wear cologne because he said that the smell was distracting and deadens his senses. I almost went into a panic, because wearing those gi's didn't leave too much to the imagination if you got excited, so I focused and made it through the class.
After class was a different story, when we went back into the locker room I was alone with him for the first time and we were both changing, I finally got a good look at his body. He had these low rise, black briefs on that hugged his frame like a second skin, he had a nice thick bulge in the front, I swear if he had took his underwear off I would of blew a load right then and there. That made me wonder what his social and personal life was like, I had a hard time picturing him wearing that kinda underwear, he always came off as the conservative type, maybe I was wrong. He was completely hairless, which made me wonder if there was another place he shaved as well. Feeling my own crotch stir I quickly dressed and he offered to drop me off at my house. I accepted and we were on our way.
I quickly ran up to the bathroom and a fantasy ensued that to this day I still love to use:
After practicing together we go back into the locker room and as he undresses I can't help but stare at him, he catches me looking and I turn quickly away, embarrassed. I feel him walk up behind me and turn me around.
"I want it just as bad as you do." He says to me as he rips my underwear off, lifts me into his arms and gives me a deep, passionate kiss.
"Please fuck me!" I begged him.
He sat down on the bench, spread my cheeks and gently guided me down onto his hard cock. His thick, muscular thighs began to move and I felt him slide his member in and out, I could feel the warmth of cock inside of me. I couldn't keep my hands off of his body; I caressed his arms and shoulders, then playfully bit and sucked on his nipples.
Gently he laid me down on the bench, pinned my arms above my head and started to slide a bit deeper inside of me, I let out a ragged sigh and wrapped my legs around his waist.
He leans over and places his chest against me and whispers into my ear that he's coming.
"I wanna taste you." I passionately let out. He starts kissing me again and I lovingly suck on his tongue as he speeds up. His whole body begins to tense and his muscles start to turn rock hard, I can feel him approaching his climax. Quickly he pulls out of me and I sit up and grab his thick cock. He was just as shaved as I thought he had been. I pulled back the foreskin and shoved as much of him in my mouth as I could. My fingers gently traced the deep lines of his six-pack as he completely tensed and released his urge into my mouth.
I swear that day up in the bathroom was one of the best loads I ever blew. I had jizzed all over my hands and crotch; I was such a mess that I just jumped into the shower and believe me I slept well that night.
Sensei went over to him and they talked for a minute and he brought him over to meet me. They were definitely related; they had those same full lips. I always thought that those lips were begging to be kissed.
"I would like you to meet my nephew Brandon. This is Shane he is one of my best students"
We shook hands and I couldn't help but smile at him, he was gorgeous. He kind of reminded of how Sensei might have looked at my age. Brandon had very long, black hair, he was skinny but he had those broad shoulders like Sensei had. When he smiled back he just seemed to glow. You just got lost in those big, brown eyes of his.
"Hello." He said to me in a soft voice. He even had a beautiful voice with just a twinge of accent in it.
"Hi." I responded. It was about the only thing I could say to him, I was pretty much speechless. I wanted to say more to him, but I couldn't think of anything else. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I talk?
"Brandon will be going to your school; I was hoping you could show him around on Monday."
"I'd love you." I said to Brandon. What? Oh my god, what did I just say! I can't believe it; I felt my face get hot. I must have turned 3 or 4 shades of red, "I mean^ÅI'd love to^Åto show you around on Monday."
Damn how embarrassing.
"I am almost done if you want to wait outside for me." Sensei said to Brandon. He nodded
"It was nice to meet you Shane." He said smiling.
"Nice to^Å" I began, but got interrupted when he quickly leaned over and gave me a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. Two shocks in so many minutes, I swear I was going to have a heart attack.
"You were right uncle, I do like him." he told his uncle as he began to leave. All I could do was stand there and watch him as he went out the door, he gave a look back and smiled at me and let out a little laugh.
"Maybe now you will be able to focus your training and be my top student instead of focusing on me." Sensei said.
"I uh..." I tried to start a lie but he stopped me.
"Don't even try, your not a very good actor." He laughed, "You need a ride home?"
"Ah no, I am going to the Museum today. Thanks though." I responded and we left together.
As I stood there waiting for the bus to take me downtown to moms work, I came to a conclusion.
Chad was the second best kisser.
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