The next several weeks of judo class were uneventful. Shane was there, as always, but no indication from him that the hot fuck session at his apartment had ever happened. I started to think it was going to be yet another repressed memory for a guy I thought had serious issues anyway. I just chalked it up as another one night stand.
Today's judo class was no different and I worked with everyone, including Shane. To wrap up the class, I threw in an hour of practice doing foot sweeps and throws. It's one of those deceptive combinations that look easy, but after an hour even the most hard-core judoka were exhausted and drenched with sweat. Once I dismissed class, exhaustion quelled the usual chatter as we put on street clothes. Even Shane was not his normal obnoxious, boisterous self, as we filed into the parking lot and left in our individual cars.
Arriving at the house drained, I toss my judo bag into the corner and began peeling off my drenched clothes. Even my t-shirt and shorts were so soaked with sweat that they hit the floor with a splat when I stripped and tossed them aside. Pitching the last stitch of clothing, I headed to the bedroom, unconsciously running my hand through my dark bush, then scratching my hairy nuts. Tugging slightly on my flaccid cock, I enjoyed the cool air flowing over my damp body. I stopped and grabbed a beer from the fridge as I walked through the kitchen. Tipping the bottle back, I almost drain it with my first drink and enjoyed its icy chill as I rummaged through my drawers for clothes. Finally sliding on a pair of loose basketball short that would let my junk hang, I headed back into the living room. I grabbed a second beer, dropped to the couch, clicked on the TV and started flipping through channels.
Settling in to yet another mindless television show, I'm suddenly catapulted from my exhaustion-induced coma by what sounded like someone trying to beat my door down. I sprinted toward the door, but before I could reach it the pounding fired off again, so hard that I started to wonder if it's the cops banging at my door. Wrenching the door open, I was frozen at the sight before me. It was Shane. Wearing the traditional college male outfit of a sleeveless t-shirt that was slit down the sides, flip-flops and oversized nylon shorts. I gaped at him, at a loss for words.
"Hey fuckhead, are you going to let me in or just stand in the fucking door and make fish faces?"
Shane chuckled at his lame joke, but it brought me back to reality.
"Yeah, sure, come in Shane. What the hell brings you over to my place?" I said with an inquisitive look, as he marched through the door.
"Fuckin' great! I got the new Jackie Chan movie. Thought you might like to see it!"
"Sure, whatever. Sounds fun."
I walked back to my spot on the couch and retrieved my beer. Quickly draining it, I walk back to the kitchen for another.
Glancing back over my shoulder, "Hey Shane, you want a beer?"
"Sure asshole! But don't think you're going to get me drunk and cornhole me, dude!" Shane smiled and gave me a throaty chuckle.
"Yay, whatever you dick!" I turned and stomped off to the kitchen. I'm not sure why I let Shane get to me like I do, but he does get under my skin. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a couple of bottles and walked back into the living room, handing Shane one.
"So, put in the movie Shane. What are you waiting on?" I smiled and pointed to the TV and player.
"Yay, ok. Sorry." As Shane walked to the DVD, I enjoyed watching his bubble butt move away from me. He squatted down to load the DVD and his shorts slid down, revealing the wide top of a white Bike jockstrap. My cock began an immediate accent, as I stared at that crescent of perfect ass. Slowly the shorts slid even lower and revealed the hairy trough of his ass crack that was minimally framed with the butt straps from the jock. Shane finally got everything set and walked back, but left his shorts slid down his butt. He plopped on the couch beside me.
I glanced over at him and smiled but decided not to comment on the fact that he sat next to me instead of in one of the other chairs. The movie began and we watch the action, commenting on specifics as only martial arts student are want to do. I kept an eye on Shane as the movie progressed, noticing that more and more often he was cupping and adjusting his package. After a few more bottles, I began to feel the beer, stretched out on the couch and draped my arm behind Shane as he leaned forward to study the action. He tossed his head back to drain the beer from his most recent bottle and then leaned forward to drop it on the floor. This caused his shirt to slide up his back, exposing the patch of curly blond hair at its base and gave me another view of the white jockstrap. Letting my hand drop, I reached over and began to run my fingers through the wonderful patch of boy fur.
"Ummmmm," sighed Shane.
Encouraged by his response, I began to let my fingers roam over his taut muscular back. The beer and his hot body had their effect on me and I became more aggressive. I reached under his shirt and slid my hands across his smooth back, finally reaching Shane's shoulders. Then using my fingers like talons, I drug my fingernails down his rounded back.
"ohholyfuckingshityesssss," erupted from his mouth.
I smiled and raked his back again and again, varying the location, turning his back into a network of pale pink lines. "You like that Shane? Do you like it a little rough, big boy?"
"Fuck yes. Goddamn that fucking makes my cock drool."
As his arms droop lower, I pushed the shirt over his head and watched as he shrugged out of the shirt and let it fall to the floor. Seeing the tuffs of hair erupting from his hairy pits, I combed my fingers through the still damp curls and then tugged at them. I pulled and caressed his pit hair until he was continually emitting soft moans. As I pulled harder, Shane responded with a loud, guttural moan. Between the gentle torture of his back and my play with his pits, the scent of hot college boy filled my nostrils.
"Shit! Yeah! Matt that feels fucking great."
As his profanity-strewn sounds of pleasure escalated, Shane arched his back against my fingers as I returned to raking his torso. As he moved, I allowed my arms to slide under his and pulled him against my chest. Moving with the same deliberation, I created a similar latticework of pink lines on his taut stomach and muscular chest. The texture of college boy fur under my fingers added to my pleasure. Seeing his erect, half-dollar size, pink nipples, I reached up and flicked them with my fingers.
"Ohfuck Yes! Yeah Matt, that feels so good. More! Shit more!" Shane screamed out as I began my assault on his now fully contracted nipples.
