Sometimes short for Samuel pt. 3

“EINSSS,” he said sharply grabbing the front of my gi, and stepping in front of me twisting at his hip and once again tossing me over his muscular thigh to the mat beneath our bare feet. I winced a bit, not letting on how much I enjoyed being thrown about by my new sensei Don. “Ok, again” he offered me his hand to help me up before we assumed the stance for another demo.

I had taken Matt up on his offer to take some self defense classes, as if I had enough time for more activities. Between work, class and Samantha, I couldn’t make time for the normal class hours, but Matt and Don were friends and Don made time for me after my work hours twice a week, so it was just the two of us unless Matt hung around to help Don humiliate me further.

Don Fetters was a full grown man, he was six feet of wiry, tight, muscular hard body. He had kind of shaggy brown hair framing his clean shaven angular featured face. His faded black gi hung from his physique usually open enough in the front to expose just enough of his hardened pectorals to make me blush. He was so much more physically developed than the boys in my school, that I could hardly draw comparisons. When I took my stance in front of him he moved over to me kicking my feet apart and moving my pliable limbs around until he was satisfied, “here, spread your weight out some and bend more at the knees. Also keep your hands a little higher, and don’t square up on me fully lead with your off shoulder.” None of his advice kept me upright any longer and soon enough he was rolling me over his hip to the mat below. PLOP.

This time I laughed, “you’re having your way with me,” I joked.

“I’ve been doing this for 20 years” he smiled down at me as he clasped my arm and helped me up. “You’re a very small framed guy, so you need to learn to use your leverage and speed to overcome a stronger attacker.” he lined up in front of me and patted his chest “ ok, now you try,” he looked solid, immovable.

I assumed my stance and when he lunged at me I grabbed him by his gi with both hands and exhaled sharply, thrust my hip out as he showed me and voila! His legs came off the ground and flew threw the air dramatically as he flipped over my outstretched thigh and came down one the mat with a thump. Even landing on the ground he seemed to have the better of it… hardly showing any signs of discomfort and hopping up immediately.

“There it is!” he exclaimed though I could tell he was taking the dive to boost my moral. Still my moral was boosted and I beamed at him and straightened my loose fitting, crisp new gi. I still hadn’t washed it enough for it to feel soft and it was causing some itching and chafing. “You’ll be ready for your first belt test soon, I’ll start working with you on your Katas next week. If you can find the time I’d like to work with you some more maybe we can move to three times a week.”

“I’d like that but I have been a little cash poor lately.”

“Don’t worry about that, I won’t charge you any more as long as you’re willing to make the commitment to show. I’ve got plenty of extra time.”

I turned towards the mirrored wall of the dojo, noticing I had sweat through my gi making it slightly translucent my black lace thong showing through ever so slightly.

“Ok lets stretch out for a few minutes and that’ll do it for today.” he said clapping his hands sharply.

I liked this part, we did a few minutes of stretches on the floor and then we would do some aided stretches where I would lay on my back and he would bend my legs up and apply his weight. I loved the feel of his strong hands grabbing my foot and ankle, in the crease of my hip, behind my knee as he went through the various positions to stretch out my legs. He was pushing my leg towards my chest bent at the knee with his weight against the back of my thigh and I could feel his cock against my butt cheek, not erect but clearly not confined by underwear, the this material of his well worn gi giving it away. “your hamstring feels really tight,” he said, throwing my leg over his shoulder and rubbing his hand down my hamstring towards my groin, it was true I had felt a little sore there during practice and it was feeling tight now, though not painful. He was now massaging my hamstring with his strong hands at the top, near my glutes and groin which was giving me great relief, but causing an unintentional side effect as my penis began to respond to the attentions of this very attractive man. He continued, showing no signs that he noticed or cared much if he did.

“Roll over on you stomach, I’ll work on it a bit” he said. He gave me some space and I hurried to roll over as to hide my growing erection. He straddled my right leg his crotch resting lightly on my calf, and stroked my hamstring up and down with both hands. His right hand cupping my buttocks as he reached the top. I was now extremely turned on, my boyish penis erect and grinding pleasurably against the gym floor mat. He continued rubbing, digging in with his thumbs, my breathing became heavier as his strong hands worked on my leg. Then I noticed I wasn’t the only one whose member was reacting to this contact, I could feel his semi-erect cock rubbing on the back of my calf. I moaned. I raised my ass a bit as his hand reached the region of my groin and he lingered there, his thumb pushing up against the edge of my thong.