This story of course did not happen. The people in this story are based on real people, but their names have been changed. All else is a figment of my dirty imagination.
I found myself lying there on he floor of gym wondering what had just happened. I was in heaven, lying on the ground making out with gorgeous Sensei Max, and then he left all of a sudden, leaving me half naked and sweating on the ground, with a rafing hardon in my gym pants.
"See you Monday" he had said as he left. God, i couldnt wait until monday. But why did he run? Was he afraid? Was he angry? I didnt know what to do.
I went back to my dorm an showered, trying to figure out what happened. As I thought about it, i couldnt help but get hard. Of course, i had to take care of this problem immediately.
An hour and a load of cum later, i lay trying to fall asleep, wondering what was going to happen monday when i saw Sensei again.
It turned out that i didnt need to wait that long. Thursday in the dining hall, i was holding my tray of food about to head towards a table to eat. I jumped when suddenly my gray boxer briefs were snapped, and spilled an amble amount of red juice on my blue shirt. I turn around and i see a head of dark hair racing away from me into the croud. As i follow, i find Sensei Max sitting at a table with two friends.
"Hey Matt, hows it going?" He says, with an evil grin on his face. It was him who snapped me. "Come, sit with us." I sit down, and Sensei introduces me to Ryan and Mich, his friends. I recognize them from Jiu Jitsu, they are the most advanced students under Sensei Max.
"Nice drink handling.", Ryan says, gesturing to the huge wet stain on my shirt.
"Yea, i know, i slipped. Im clumsy like that." I respond, giving Sensei a glare. I sit down opposite Sensei and next to Mich.
The three of us sit and chat for a few minutes, them getting to know me, since i was the freshman at the table. In the midst of the conversation, i feel something rub against my crotch. Pretending to look at my stained shirt in dismay, i flip up the tablecloth a bit and see a white-socked foot doing its best to make me hard. I must say, it worked. I looked toward Sensei Max who continued the conversation like nothing was happening.
'Is he playing with me?' i wonder to myself, as Sensei administers a superb um...footjob. Im fully erect now, and thanking god for the cheap white paper talecloth hiding my excitement.
Thats when Sensei gets up, and says "We gotta get going, see you later Matt." With that the three of them got up and left. I wanted to follow, but had to wait until my hardon subsided to get up.
That night i lay in bed trying to figure out what was going on. I was even more confused now than i was the night before, after the kiss-and-run. At least then, i fgured maybe he was scared of having feelings for another guy. Now, i didnt know what was happening with him.
Friday held yet another strange event for me. I went to the gym at 11:30 after class, like i always do. I get there and drop off my pass at the counter, and proceed to go about my excercise. About 10 minutes into the workout, my gray sleevless shirt was wet and my face red, and guess who walks in. Sensei Max strolls in, wearing a dark blue sleeveless shirt that contoured to his torso. 'Thats strange,' i think, 'i come here every Friday at this time and he is never here.'
As i keep up doing my curls, Sensei lays down on the bench press, directly in front of me. He does his reps slowly, and i can see the muscles in his jacked arms flexing under the weight. I now notice for the first time that his armpits are nearly hairless. 'Does he shave them?' I wonder. I then look down, and see that sensei is wearing very loose black shorts. The material drapes nicely over a significany bulge in the shorts, and i find myself trying to look up the legs.
'Stop it', I tell myself. 'This is the gym, pay attention or you'll hurt yourself'. I listen to my own adivice, and change excercises, so as to be in a less perfect viewing place. I move to the left of the gym, and start on an abdominal machine. During my second set, Senei changes excercises as well. He moves on to doing squats which are, thats right, right across from the ab machine. As i finish my set, i look ahead, and there was a sight to behold. Sensei's shirt was stuck up to his back, which left his lower back and upper ass exposed. He wasnt wearing any underwear! I could see the top of his perfect, round ass, and the start of his crack. There was very little tan difference below the belt, and I was captivated. I couldnt take it anymore, as i was starting to get hard in the gym. Most guys know that this is never a good situation, so i left for the locker room.
As i changed, i again wonder if Sensei just enjoys toying with me. I shower and change into clean underwear and shorts as he walks in. Once again taking no notice of me, he goes to a locker opposite mine and takes off his shirt. Before i can even begin to get over the beauty of his bare back, he drops his shorts. The beauty of Sensei's smooth, bare, tight, round ass turns me on like a light swtich.
Sensei ties a small towel around his waist, and turns around. Since i am standing there with my things, i try to look like i hadnt stopped to watch him reveal his glory. As i go to leave, he passes me and squeezes my ass. "Don't you love a good game?" i hear him wisper on his way to the shower.
Over the weekend, i decide that I will play Sensei Max's game. All I need to do is get few supplies from work, and let the games begin.....
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