I hate work. I hate work for a lot of reasons, but this time it's because it has kept me from getting to BJJ practice on time. It is near the end of the workout now, so I wait outside the training hall, not wanting to disturb the class. I peer in between the slats of the blinds to watch the action and to watch him...Kyler Montana…the instructor. He is a muscular, chestnut haired god with a chiselled body from years of jiujitsu training, a former college wrestler who discovered Brazilian jiu-jitsu later in life and became this powerful conqueror on the tatame. Ex-wrestlers always make good BJJers. He moves and executes technique with grace and power; it is a pleasure to watch him for so many reasons. His massive chest is slick with sweat from working over his students. They are tired from the gruelling, three-hour workout, but Kyler feels the need to show them one more takedown. He grabs one of the new guys - Brett Alano, dark-haired and fresh-faced. Outstretching his huge forearms, his hands like steel vices clamp down hard on his poor victim's kimono. As Kyler pulls his arm tightly across Brett's brown chest, his jacket comes open to display giant pecs and ripped abs, skin glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration against the matte, indigo fabric. My shaft starts to throb at this sight, and it is okay since I am not on the mat. Kyler's other arm is cocked, and fits tightly underneath his pupil's armpit, just like a judo morote-seoi-nage. His bicep and forearm meet to cause discomfort for the smaller guy. Or could Brett simply be anticipating his impending doom? Squatting squarely, then rising upwards, Kyler lifts his captive helplessly into the air. With a soul-shaking shout, a blinding blue and white blur slams down onto the mat. Brett bounces up off the floor, and tries to attack, but Kyler is ready for him; the newbie hits the mat again. Kyler doesn't follow him there: ground grappling can wait for the next session. He ends the class, and the students shuffle off to the locker room. My erection subsides - and in good time, since my fellow grapplers soon arrive to greet me outside.
My rod starts to grow even larger, so I reach quickly for my oversize gi pants. He stops me before I can pull them on, though, telling me that real martial artists do not wear anything under the gi. Smiling, he walks over to where I am standing, and peels off my Hanes boxer shorts. My tumid member trembles as he stands in front of me, slathered in oil and dressed in those unbelievably sexy blue BJJ trousers. Then he steps behind me and puts his arms around my waist, holding my gi pants out in front of me so that I can step into them. When I do, Kyler pulls the soft cotton fabric up over the base and head of my engorged penis, and I almost come with the pleasure of it. He massages my cock and balls through the thin material, kissing me on the neck and shoulders at the same time, rubbing his oil covered chest against my back, and soon tiny drops of precum appear through the cotton surrounding my hard-on. He is masturbating me with my own gi pants, so slowly, slowly, slowly... Just when I am about to climax, he stops, reaches for the bottle of baby oil, and tells me to come with him to get an entrance form for a competition. I walk behind him across the mat, watching his ass move inside those incredibly loose-fitting gi pants. I am going to blow a load. Kyler leans forward to get an application from the table…and I act without thinking. I reach around his thick, well-muscled waistline and sink my hands into his crotch, grasping his large, heavy balls in my right hand, and gently squeezing them as my left hand closes around his thick, pulsating organ, in reciprocation of what he has already done for me back in the changing area. I feel afraid and exhilarated at the same time: what am I doing; have I lost my mind? Kyler stands up straight, and then arches backwards for a minute as I continue to grope him through the soft, smooth cloth of his gi pants. He growls, deep down low in his throat, and turns around to face me with his big, thick, feet spread shoulder-width apart. As I scan upwards, taking in his body, I see him with a big smile on his face. A second goes by - and then he sends me flying across the tatame onto my back with a powerful takedown. He advances toward me as I lay prone on the mat. With each step that he takes, I see his tumescence getting pumped larger and larger.
I suck one of them into my mouth, gently biting on it, taking the other one between my finger and thumb and twisting it back and forth until it becomes hard and stiff. He likes it - I can tell because he begins to moan with delight, tossing his head from side to side. Kyler retreats, then reaches underneath my lower back to lift me slightly off the mat, and grabs onto the seat of my BJJ trousers. With one strong movement, he pulls me toward him, and then climbs on top of me in the mount. He still has a big smile on his handsome face. Thick, sensuous lips drift gently onto mine. Kyler's tongue comes inside my open mouth as he wraps his arms around my neck, grapevining my legs and rubbing his buffed, oily body against my own. I am experiencing so much pleasure now that I think I will explode. He expertly massages my painfully swollen balls and rock hard cock with his groin, riding me like a horse as I bridge upwards into his body. I grab hold of his ass with both hands as he pounds me over and over, making loud, drawn-out moans with every stroke. The pleasure is unlike anything else I have ever experienced with another man. This is no longer the wet dream I had with him every night. My dreams could not compare to this erotic reality. He pauses, and
then unties the drawstrings of my gi pants, drawing them with agonising
slowness over the full length of my tumescent rod. I do the same
for him, but even slower, and so he groans with delight as the BJJ
trousers slide over his bone.
Whenever we
roll together, our personal space is much tighter, providing close
contact for effective BJJ. I think people notice how well we work
together and it doesn't get me nervous. I enjoy it. Kyler pushes
me a lot harder than the other grapplers, because he knows I can
take it - and because he knows it is just a warm-up for what will
happen after class… We're lucky.
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