I replayed last night again and again all day. The result, I was hard and horny when I arrived home. Tossing my briefcase to the chair, I flopped on the couch and loosened my tie. Grabbing my crotch, I started to grope myself as the amazing sex played through my head. I grasped myself hard, squeezing my nuts until they ached. Opening my eyes, I noticed something off to one side and remembered that I had tossed Shane's drenched jock in that direction. I walked over and retrieved the now-stiff jock and as I lifted it to my face I saw the typical stray pubic hairs. Moving it closer, I was submerged in the smell of college boy cum and sweat.
Sitting back on the couch, I eased my now throbbing dick from the fly of my wool slacks. Jerking on the aching piece of meat between my legs, I crushed the jock over my mouth and nose. Assailed by the taste and scent of Shane, my nuts drew up as the natural lube dripped from my dick. I sucked on the jockstrap and the taste of warm cum again flooded my mouth. I was panting hard, the taste and smell of college cunt overwhelmed my system. My dick began jerking as it shot streams of cum. As my body jerked with the final waves of orgasm, I looked down to see my dress shirt and pants striped with sperm. I collapsed against the couch and smiled, tucking the jockstrap under the cushion for later. I made my way to the bedroom for a quick shower before going to teach the judo class.
Most of the students were using the time before class to practice, including Shane. Quickly changing to my gi, I bowed onto the mat having the younger black belts warm up the class. I paired up the class to begin the instruction on ne-waza or groundwork. After I made the last pairing, I realized that I had to work with Shane. As we went through the grabs and pins, it was obvious that neither of us were playing by the rules. A quick, hard grab to the nuts, crotches grinding, sweaty chests slipping over each other, after a short time of it I was so horny I wanted to rip his clothes off and power fuck him in front of the whole class. Realizing that the students were going to notice us, I called a halt and swapped people around. Time in the class moved at a glacial pace for me with my hard cock trapped inside its restraining jock. I breathed a sigh of relief once the class time finally lapsed. As the students began to change clothes I heard some of them question Shane about the bites on his neck, which he quickly dismissed. I laughed to myself and wondered if anyone in the class realized they were too large to be made by a college girl. But my musing was interrupted when Shane walked over to me.
"Hey I was about to pin your ass when you called new partners. I fuckin' know you did it because I was about to nail your ass to the floor. I want a rematch fucker!"
I looked over as the next martial arts class walked into the room. "Shane, our time is up. The next class is starting. We'll have to work on it next time."
"Fuck no! That's bullshit! Surely you can think of somewhere to grapple . . . Sensei."
I looked at Shane and frowned, wondering what he was up to since he almost never used the Japanese honorific. I decided it was time to take him down a notch.
"Yeah. Ok, I have a small rec room in my basement. Some workout equipment and I have a mat down there. We can do a little grappling."
"Fuckin' A! Sounds great to me. Meet you at your house."
I looked up in time to see Shane walk out the door, not even bothering to change out of his gi. I shrugged in dismissal and finished changing. Quickly making the short drive to my house, I found him standing by the front door with his arms folded. As I got closer I heard his mouthy litany.
"Come on old man. Let's fuckin' get in the goddamn house. I'm ready to thump your fat ass."
As I opened the door, I looked over at him and scowled. It was time to show this young stud who is in charge.
"Yeah whatever. Get in!" I said as I shoved him ahead of me, closing and locking the door behind me.
Moving down the stairs, we went to the practice mat that I'd setup several years before. Shane retied his belt as I stripped again, putting on the rug-heavy gi top. I tied the wide black belt around my hips and then moved toward the practice area. As soon as my foot touched the mat, Shane attempted a leg takedown. Oh, this was how we are going to play the game, I thought.
"Hey, you want to grapple or do you want a full out match? 'Cause leg takedowns aren't grappling."
"Yeah, whatever fuckhead. I'd fuckin' nail your ass in a real match."
"Really? You got something to back that up, big man?" I retorted.
"Like what? You know I'm broke. Shit I ain't got no fuckin' cash. I'd just be bettin' my ass away."
"Actually I was thinking more your mouth. You lose . . . I get your mouth however I want it. You suck my cock and swallow my jizz. How's that sound mister college jock."
"Fuck that's nasty! I ain't suckin' your dick!" Shane said.
"Whatever, you're the one who got all up in my shit."
"Fine fuckwad, cause I ain't gonna lose. But when I win, I'm fuckin' your ass!"
I paused for a second, thinking about the ramifications. "Yeah. Good. You're going down pretty boy."
"Yeah!" said Shane, exploding across the mat at me.
Twisting free of his first rush, I grabbed the sleeve of his gi and almost made the throw, but Shane shifted his weight just in time. Jockeying back and forth for a hold, we lunged across the mat. Sweat dripped from our faces and disappeared into the weave of the thick gis. We gasped for air as hard muscle collided and strained, with each of us struggling to defeat the other. The inevitable missed hold occurred, landing both of us hard on the mat. As soon as we hit the floor, I scrambled to put Shane in a chokehold, only to have him break it at the last possible second. We writhed across the mat, each of us trying to pin the other. The gi tops were torn open with the effort, our sweaty chests slid over each other. Although the match seemed to go on forever, I was carefully waiting for an opening. I knew that while Shane was as strong as an ox, he didn't have my level of endurance, so the match became a waiting game. Finally the pause I was waiting for surfaced when he hesitated a split-second too long before moving.
My hands quickly slid up his collar, yanking it into a constricting chokehold. Shane fought like a wild man, trying to break the hold. His face turned deep red as the strangle-hold tightened. I began to wonder if he was actually stupid enough to pass out rather than submit. But I refused to lose to this pup. As my arms began to scream with fatigue, I finally felt the quick tap on my arm. I immediately released the grip and Shane rolled to his back, gasping for air.
As Shane recovered my lust was mounting, the competition having filled my system with testosterone. My mind focused on only one thing, using Shane's mouth until I was satiated. Standing up, I dropped my pants and moved in front of Shane. I grabbed his gi collar and yanked him to his knees. Trapping his head, I crushed his face against the straining pouch of my jock.
"Suck it! Eat that jock!"
Shane moaned as the cloth rubbed across his face. After a few passes he dove into my crotch, sucking and licking everything he could reach. Leaning back slightly, Shane grabbed my jock and yanked it off. Diving back into my groin, he kissed over my now exposed balls and sampled the clear honey seeping from my cock. He gripped my dick in his hand and gnawed on my cockhead, causing waves of pleasure to surge through my already amped up system. Not wanting this to end too quickly, I yanked him off my cock and rubbed my exposed nuts over his face.
