There he was again, his tight camo pants stretched over that hot bubble ass. Damn for someone who was so hot, it was too bad that he never got those filters that most people have that keep them from saying stupid things. Oh well, it was a judo class, so you can't expect Miss Manners behavior I guess.
"Hey Shane, how are things going today"
"Fuckin' assholes, I had to have my goddamn physical today. Every time the fuckin' doctor sticks his finger in my asshole, I squirt cum all over the goddamn table!"
What! Wait, What! Ok Matt, pull it together "Damn Shane, what do you do?"
"Nah, its not that fuckin' of a big deal. I just tell him to give me a fuckin' paper towel so I can clean up the mess." he drawled.
"Damn Shane, you'd make a hot fuck!"
Wait, What did I just say? Why the hell did I say that, and where did it come from. Damn, I don't hit on the students. Not that there haven't been some that I've jacked-off thinking about, the class is almost all college guys. I've got to watch what comes out of my mouth before I out myself to the whole class! Ok, calm down, calm down. He's so dense he probably didn't even notice you said it.
I continued to walk around the room, helping whoever needed it. Since Shane was the junior black belt in the class, he was doing the same with other students. It's a pretty large class so there was plenty to do, but occasionally I caught Shane glancing over at me. I started to wonder if the dense little army boy had heard me after all. Great, now I'll have to deal with someone with the social skills of a two year old in a large, very hot, 21 year old body. Oh well, nothing to do now but deal with whatever happens. We worked through all the drills and it came time to demo the new stuff. Nice slow throws for the newbies.
"Shane, come here and let me show osoto-gari," I called out. He trotted over, obedient as always. One thing about ROTC guys, they can follow instruction. As he came across the mat, I noticed the fine sheen of sweat across his face. Damn, his chiseled jaw is hot too, with just a day or so growth of beard. Man that would feel great to run my lips over and taste. Oh fuck! I'm doing it again. Fortunately the gi pants cover my stiffening baby-maker. I don't know what is up with me today. Shit! Focus Matt!
"Ok, so this is the right way to do it. Drop your center below that of your partner and . . ." as I take them through it step by step. Throwing Shane over and over with grabs to the front of his gi, I am intoxicated by the steamy smell of hot man pulsing up from his open gi top. I noticed again the nice fan of chest hair between his pecs and the darker trail down to . . . Crap, I'm doing it again. I've got to finish this session and get home to flog my stiff rod. Yeah, that must be it. I'm just fucking horny and need to shoot off a load.
"Ok, everyone work in pairs and we'll come around and help," I said to the class.
We made the rounds, working with the other students. Fortunately the rest of the session went fast, and we moved off the mat to change clothes. Watching as Shane bent over and dropped his gi pants to change, I stared at his round, hard, bubble ass and the dusting of hair coming out the top of this boxers. As I leered at his round ass and nicely furred legs, I realized that he was talking to me.
"Yeah, sorry. What did you say Shane?"
"Fuck Matt, where is your head, you were just staring at me like, fuck."
"Sorry Shane, just zoning. What's up?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over and have a beer or three. You know just fuckin' relax for a while and chill out."
I looked over as he pulled on those damn tight army camo pants. With the zipper still open they gathered around his basket and made it bulge out even bigger than usual. I watched as Shane grabbed his package, shoved it in and then quickly zipped his pants. I realized that my cock was hard as granite and I still hadn't answered him. As I answered, it dawned on me that he's never invited me over before, but apparently my throbbing dick had interfered with my ability to think.
"Sure Shane, I could use a brew to take the edge off."
I tossed the rest of my gear in my bag and followed him out to the parking lot, watching his tight ass as we walked out.
"Ok, I'll follow you. Just don't drive like a bat outta hell and lose me, because I don't know where the hell you live."
Shane laughed as he opened the door to his pickup, swinging up he yelled out,
"Just keep up old man, if you want the beer."
He took off as I fumed over his comment. I might be 32, but I'm not an old man and at 6' 2" and 210 pounds of judo muscle, I can whip his little punk ass! Well at least I think I can. As the sting started to recede from his comment, I realized I was pulling into the apartment parking lot. Following him to the door, I have a strong urge to grab his ass as he paused to get the door open.
When it finally opened, my senses were assaulted with the typical smells of a college age male who lived alone, the scent of a locker room with the careful undertone of dried cum. Not a bad smell really. I flung myself into the chair as he disappeared into his room. Flipping though the TV channels, I tried to work through what was happening, then he reappeared in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts. His bare chest was still gleaming with sweat.
He grabbed a 12 pack of beer from the fridge and tossed me one. Dropping into one of the other chairs, he propped his feet up. Looking at me, he smiled and said, "I hate those fuckin pants, they cut my nuts in half."
He laughed to himself as he reached between his legs to readjust himself. I chuckled as I turned back to the television. Watching the TV, I nursed the beer and slowly finished it. Setting it down I looked at Shane and realized that he has finished off half of the beers, and looked much more relaxed. I popped open my second beer and glanced over, only to have Shane meet my gaze and smile,
