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It was the day of parting, of separation, of ties unbound and cohesion dissolved. Jamie was adrift in a roiling sea of emotion as he grappled with his soulful, sensual sensei one last time in the private dojo where he had climaxed so many times, moaning Jack’s name, begging for more. It was almost impossible to believe that tomorrow would see him flying back to South America. But how could he not? The university there needed him and, more importantly, he needed it. Teaching highschool English to kids was just so unfulfilling, so banal -

‘Mm,’ agreed Jack, unable to say more.

Jamie feigned non-comprehension. ‘What’s that? You want me to keep going? No problemo...’ He grapevined his legs round his lover’s own, both arms snaking around his neck, and began slowly screwing his hips against Jack’s titanic hard-on.

‘Mm! Mmm!’

‘More?’ said Jamie. He increased the force of his gyrations. ‘Okay then...’

With a muffled cry - half pleasure, half frustration - Jack bucked and twisted against his student, aggravating the friction between their rock hard rods to a degree that was almost unbearable. Easily the stronger of the two, he soon managed to free his arm, but not his trunk, and then, almost without thinking, his hands went to the sides of Jamie’s head, holding his uke still as he kissed the warm and pliant mouth.

‘Tease,’ he mumbled, drawing Jamie closer.

‘Just the way you like it, right?’ Soft, sweet lips pressed eagerly to Jack's own, parting under his pressure, opening up to welcome his tongue.

Jack heard himself groan against Jamie’s mouth, and then he was devouring him, his hands plunging greedily into Jamie’s hair, declaring reciprocal ownership of the man who had so thoroughly captured his heart. It felt incredibly good, to thrust his tongue into Jamie’s mouth and taste him, and to have his uke wrapped around him in tate-shiho-gatame, the most homoerotic of all holds, kissing him back with hungry enthusiasm.

His tongue deep in Jamie’s mouth, hands clenching his oversize kimono, all Jack could think of was his craving for more. More of Jamie’s heat, his taste, more of the feel of his uke pressed tightly against his body. When they finally broke apart from the kiss, gasping, he shifted Jamie’s weight on top of him, bringing their hips into even tighter contact.

‘I thought you wanted to escape,’ said Jamie, grinning fiendishly at him. ‘I wanted my arm back, is all. The rest of me is yours for the taking. I need you closer...’ Jack groaned, scared he might simply die of pure joy as Jamie’s strong thighs covered his, the heat and the hardness of Jamie’s rigid shaft rubbing enticingly against his own through the thin cotton weave of their loose-fitting gi pants. ‘Oh yeah? How close?’ The smaller man embraced him, trussing him up in the pin of pleasure, the hold of happiness, kneading his lover’s pulsating testicles with his feet.

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‘Jamie...’ Jack moaned, fighting for control enough to talk. The words he wanted to say swam in his head, while the feel and the smell of Jamie overcame him, dissolving his inhibitions. ‘Help me remember you forever. Make me come, Jamie. I need you to take control here, I need you so bad, babe...’

‘Oh, God, Jack, yeah...I will, I promise.’ Jamie groaned against his mouth, his lips so close that Jack could feel the vibration of his voice against his own lips, inside his mouth. The reaction it caused inside him was profound. Jack felt himself opening, melting, taking the seismic sensuality of his uke's voice into his body, feeling it conducted by his bones. It was a strange, hypnotic sensation, one that brought him to the very edge of orgasm.

'You mean it?' whispered Jack hoarsely. 'Really?'

‘Always. Anything you want, anything, it’s yours...’ Jamie unlocked his arms from about Jack’s neck, and then sat back on his heels. He sighed, almost wistfully, undid the thick black belt round his sensei’s sculpted waist, and then peeled back the kimono, pushing it off Jack’s broad shoulders so that he lay exposed and deliciously vulnerable beneath him.

Jack moaned in ecstasy as Jamie’s deft hands came in contact with his chest, his nipples, his sides. The voice of his uke ran right through his body like an electrical current, flooding him with a heady voltage of intense, mindless pleasure. Jamie’s hands left no inch of flesh untouched, working with single-minded determination, not satisfied until he had caressed his lover’s indefectible figure from neck to navel.

‘Come here - please,’ Jack panted, trying to make Jamie hold still long enough to kiss him again.

‘Oh yeah...’ Jamie groaned in answer, flattening himself on top of his tori. Jack's response was so intense that for a second Jamie thought his sensei was going to come, unbidden. ‘Easy, take it easy, breathe with me,’ Jamie muttered against Jack's lips, not letting himself move at all on top of the hard, sweat slicked body. Jack followed his directions, slowing his breaths to match his uke's. ‘Yeah, that's right, relax, feel me touching you...Oh man, this feels so good, Jack. It’s like I could just sink right under your skin. Mmm, oh God, I swear I could come just touching you.’

‘You too?’ Jack moaned back, his hands slowly removing his partner’s heavy jacket before moving hungrily over Jamie’s warm, soft skin. His hands moved slowly up and down the younger man’s sides, and finally over his cotton cloaked ass, which made Jamie cry out sharply, grinding his pelvis deep into his tori's hips.

‘Oh man, you have no idea, I want you so damn bad.’ Jamie’s lips covered his, and Jack's arms locked tightly around his middle, holding on for dear life as Jamie’s tongue plunged into his mouth. He was losing himself to the soft, smooth textures of Jamie’s tongue and lips, the taste he knew he could never get enough of, not in a million years.

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Jamie’s hands moved up between them to touch his face. Jack shuddered when Jamie’s fingers drifted into his short hair, running his palm back and forth over the jagged, contemporary cut. Huge, dark blue eyes stared into his, so full of love and adoration that Jack could only gaze up in wonder.. ‘Do you have any idea what this means to me?’ said Jamie. ‘How important this is? Us, together like this...it's what I've always wanted, Jack, it makes me so happy, to be this close to you. So happy.’ A frown traversed his elegant features. ‘But tomorrow...tomorrow...’ The word hung knifelike in the air: Tomorrow. Jamie’s huge eyes turned bright, shining with unshed tears.

Jack took Jamie’s head in his hands, pulling him down to kiss him passionately, his tongue searching the sweetness of Jamie’s mouth again and again.

‘It’s okay, babe,’ he said, moments later. ‘It happens. It’s life. You can’t say no to the university, and I can’t just turn my back on the dojo, on my home...’

‘I don’t want to abandon you.’

‘Shhh, it’s all right, I’ll be fine -’

‘It’s not you I’m worried about, Mr Solidity; it’s me.’

Jack smiled, and turned his head to the side, letting his mouth wander slowly across his uke's jaw to whisper quietly in his ear, his voice cracking a little, betraying the emotion behind the simple words. ‘I belong to you, Jamie. I always have. Wherever you go, whatever you do, I’ll be right there.’

His uke let out a short sob, and wrapped his arms fiercely about his neck. Anchoring himself to Jack's body, he rained passionate, feverish kisses over his throat and shoulders. ‘Oh God, me too. I love you! I love you so much, Jack.’ He tried not to cry, and failed miserably.

‘Shhh, it's okay. I've got you...it's okay.’ Jack rolled them over to their sides, and hugged his uke close to his body, trying to shelter him from the overpowering emotions shuddering through his compact frame.

Slowly, with his face now hidden from Jack’s concerned gaze, his back pressed fast against the other’s muscular chest, Jamie quieted the turmoil inside himself. When he realized that Jack was touching him, he held very still, basking in the physical attention, the tactile absolution, the final caresses of a perfect relationship. Jack's hand stroked slowly up and down his body in lazy, soothing strokes. When his sensei’s hand brushed lightly over his cock, straining through the thin material of his gi pants, Jamie moaned softly, and whispered encouragement. ‘Touch me. Oh please, Jack, hold me in your hand, let me feel you.’

‘Of course, babe; easy, now...’

‘Ahhh!’ Jamie groaned out loud, pushing his head back against Jack's chest as he felt the warm brush of his lover's fingertips over his balls and the base of his cock, enshrouding his gonads in soft white cotton.

‘Yeah...’ He closed his eyes, letting himself melt under the exquisite touch for a few perfect seconds. ‘Mmm, you gotta stop. It’s too good; I'll come.’ Jack's laughter was a deep, throaty chuckle. ‘Isn't that pretty much the point?’ ‘Not yet...’ Jamie argued, moaning. ‘I want you in my mouth first. I want to give you all I can, everything...’ ‘You already have but...oh God, yes...’

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Jamie swiveled around, moving quickly down Jack’s flawless body, pressing hard, passionate kisses to his lover’s chest and washboard stomach. Jack felt each touch of his uke's mouth like a brand. The hot, searing kisses literally took his breath away, until he had to fight for air. Jamie’s nimble hands plunged eagerly into the crotch of his gi pants, stroking and petting his colossal bone through the flowing, fluid material, massaging his heavy, aching sacks like a delicate dough fit for the baking.

‘Jamie...oh my God, Jamie, please...I can't take anymore, I can't...’

‘Yes, you can. Take it easy, turn it down a little. Feel my fingers...good, that’s it, concentrate. You need this, I know you do. I do too. So bad. Talk to me, Jack, don't let yourself come.’

‘Feels like heaven. I can hear the sound...the friction, the fabric, so soft...’

‘You think that’s soft?’ Jamie smiled tenderly down on him, undoing his drawstrings with an ease born of long experience. ‘Think again...’

Jack was completely unprepared for the strength of sensation that descended on him moments later. The judogi trousers were removed with care, and replaced by hot, swollen, hungry lips. He felt Jamie begin to press wet, sucking kisses all around the base of his cock and the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, and moaned in ecstasy, long and loud.

‘Open your eyes, I don't want you to climax yet.’ Jamie’s soft whisper over his pulsing organ was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt. Jack groaned, his nervous system obeying Jamie’s voice in mocking mimicry of Pavlovian response and, by way of reward, was greeted by the sight of his uke taking the head of his cock deep into his mouth. Jamie looked like an angel, curled up between his legs, eyes shining up at him, resplendent in white.

Jamie’s mouth closed around him as his hand reached up to interlock their fingers. ‘Stay with me,’ he whispered, before enveloping his tutor in wet, warm safety. Jamie’s short hair brushed softly over Jack’s abdomen, taking him deeply into the back of his throat, his mouth closing gently around him, forming a tight, tubular seal.

‘Jamie...’ Jack groaned, lost in helpless, agonizing pleasure. The wet heat that held him was like nothing he'd ever felt before. It was perfect - so absolutely perfect that, when Jamie tried to move, his sensei’s hands flew to the sides of his head, begging him to stay. ‘Please babe, please - stay there. It feels so good, so fine, so right...’

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‘Mmm,’ Jamie moaned around him in agreement. ‘Oh, God...the vibrations...’ Jack thought he would die from the feel of it. Minutes passed. The only sounds Jamie heard were those of the soft sucking motions his throat made as he worked Jack's cock, and the rhapsodic responses it produced in his partner: moans and gasps and grunts and sighs. Every time he made love to Jack he felt more connected, closer to him, more a part of him than ever before - ‘Stop,’ Jack gasped. ‘I want to return to favor. Have to...'

‘Oh, man; I thought you’d never ask...’ Jamie lifted himself off Jack's immense staff long enough to flip himself around on the mat, shedding his gi pants with snakelike efficiency. He lay down on the tatami again, and this time the angle made it even easier to take Jack deeply into his throat, until his lips were pressed tightly to the base and Jack was totally engulfed in his mouth. They were both still on their sides, but now Jamie was upside down, so that his cock was in easy reach of his mentor’s greedy mouth.

‘I am all yours, man...’

Jack's head was filled with Jamie’s scent as he moved slowly towards the hard cock being offered to him. He reached out and took Jamie’s throbbing member carefully in his hand. Without thinking, his tongue flicked out for a exploratory lick. It tasted amazing, just like always. Jack suddenly became intensely, almost painfully excited. Unable to help himself, he swallowed Jamie’s erection with an almost religious fervor, naming it as his own, making it his living bread.

Jamie let out a high pitched moan around his lover’s cock when Jack touched him with his tongue, and so Jack moved closer, deciding he could elevate both the sound and the feel of Jamie’s pleasure. Jack took the head of Jamie’s tumescence more fully into his mouth, sucking softly, as Jamie had done. It was satiny smooth, and hot, with a pulse he could feel beneath his tongue. Utterly Jamie. Utterly fine.

‘Oh my God, Jack...feels so fucking good...’

Jack smiled wolfishly, and flicked his tongue back and forth rapidly over the oozing tip. Jamie’s response was to dive onto his cock, burying him deep within his needy throat. Jamie was doing things with his tongue that made it almost impossible for Jack to concentrate on his own endeavors. He stopped sucking, consumed with happiness, and was about to reach orgasm when Jamie’s engorged organ jerked in his mouth, begging for attention.

Jack drew a little more of Jamie’s cock into his mouth, his throat, sucking gently, as before. Jamie didn't try to choke him, staying perfectly still, allowing Jack to do whatever he wanted, moaning encouragement every time he came up for air. Slowly, Jack began to mirror Jamie’s motions, and when he relaxed, and let the hard cock slide all the way down his throat, he felt as if they were fusing together, becoming one throbbing, pulsing wave of pleasure...

Without warning, orgasm tore through him and, in so doing, seemed to construct a kind of sexual power coupling between them. Brain-melting currents of energy ran straight from his cock, buried in Jamie’s throat, right through his uke and back into him through Jamie’s shuddering climax in his mouth. The taste that washed over his tongue made him dizzy with tingling, satiating satisfaction. He let his head fall onto Jamie’s thigh, unwilling to let go of his prize so soon after claiming it. Jamie held him for another incredible, perfect moment, and then he released him gently, flipping himself around after pulling out of Jack's mouth. Crawling back up to his shoulder, Jamie touched his tori's face.

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‘Are you okay? Did you like that?’ His whisper was wonderfully intimate, and Jack wrapped his arms around his uke, hugging him to his chest as tightly as he dared.

‘Very much. It was incredible. An extraordinary end to an unbelievable relationship.’

There was a long pause. Then: ‘You really think so?’

‘Of course, babe. What other opinion could I possibly express?’

‘The opposite one.’

Jack blinked, trying to understand. Jamie’s logic could be fuzzy sometimes. ‘Why - why would you say that?’

‘Because, dumbass, I’ve decided not to leave.’

‘What?’

Jamie shrugged, grinned a manic grin. ‘I can’t go; there are too many compelling reasons to stay. Like your eyes, your lips, your nose, your ears -’

‘But your career -’

‘Can go hang. How likely do you think it is that I’d ever enjoy a good lay within the stuffy confines of a South American university? No, my place is here, Jack - with you. Always with you...’

It was an inexplicable turn of events. It was the greatest moment of their lives. They spent the rest of the night celebrating, joyously toasting the many years that lay ahead of them, the uncharted waters and unknowable terrains of romance and sex that would now be theirs roam through and thrive in.

The next morning, a plane left for South America. It took off minus one passenger.

Because he was enjoying breakfast in bed with a beautiful judoka.

And planning out their marriage vows.

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