Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 13:47:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew <downward_dog1@yahoo.com>
Subject: TKD Traveling team

TKD Traveling Team

By Matt

**This story is substantially true, and based on events in my own life.
All names and locations, as well as certain tell-tale details, have been
changed to provide anonymity for the people involved.

This story involves consenting sex between underage persons of both sexes.
If this type of material is illegal where you live, leave now.  If this is
not the type of material you're looking for and want to read, leave now.**


	The official whistled, and the match began.  I immediately moved
in, faking a front kick to the ribs.  When my opponent's guard wavered
downward, I jumped and switched feet, changing into a high roundhouse kick.
The kick caught him squarely in the side of the head, knocking him down and
sending his headgear spinning across the room like a frisbee.
	I immediately stepped back, spun around to face away from my
opponent, and took a knee.  I had been doing this for well over eight
years, and had knocked a few opponents out in that time.  I always felt
that little twinge of guilt when I did it, but I knew better now than to
try and help.
	The referee, medic, and coach all came over to check out my
opponent, a boy of about my age with dirty-blonde hair and a nose which had
(like mine) already been broken at least once.  He got back to his feet
slowly, shaking his head.
	After receiving the approval of the various officials involved, the
blonde kid stepped back to his line.  His legs were trembling, and there
was a look of real fear in his eyes.  At the referee's signal, I moved back
to my line, and we began again.
	The poor kid was already beaten- he had lost the concentration and
fighting spirit which make it possible to get through a tough match.  I
out-pointed him, making sure to keep the margin narrow.  At the end we
shook hands and walked off the mat.
	My coach, Master Kim, met me on my way around to the scorers'
table.  "Nice kick, Matt.  You know, you could have eaten him alive for the
rest of that match."
	I shrugged.  "It didn't seem necessary."
	Master Kim clapped me on the shoulder, and his half-Korean,
half-Caucasian features twitched into a small smile.  "Maybe I have taught
you something after all."  He looked over to the right.  "James' first
match is about to start.  Meet me over there."
	I reported to the scorers' table, then made my way over to the next
mat.  At fourteen, James was the second-youngest member of our team, but
also one of the most talented.  He had grown several inches in the last
year, and was now 5'6" and about 120 pounds.  He was a devastatingly fast
kicker, and was so aggressive that few opponents could stop him.
	This match was no exception.  James was relentless, backing his
opponent out of the ring repeatedly and letting loose with kicks like
lightning.  He completely overpowered his opponent, who left the ring with
tears in his eyes.
	The day went on.and on.and on.  It was seven o'clock at night
before we got out of there.  It was a good day overall for the team.I had
taken a grand championship in the form division and second in my sparring
division.  All of my teammates had taken their division in the sparring,
though none had placed anywhere else.  We faced the problem of figuring out
how to fit all of that brass (some of which was taller than James) into our
cars.  Eventually we sorted things out and got back to our hotel, just in
time for a late dinner.

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	Perhaps a bit of background is in order.  My name is Matthew
Hopkins.  I am sixteen years old, and attend Kim's Tae Kwon Do Center in
Northfield, Illinois, which is about an hour's drive from Chicago.  I am
5'9", which is probably as tall as I will ever get- I'm already taller than
everyone else in my family.  I weigh 190 pounds, almost all of it muscle- I
am extremely compact, and built in a rather boulder-like way, if a boulder
had well-cut pecs and a six pack.  I have brown eyes and black hair, and my
father's Lebanese ancestry is apparent in both my face and my complexion.
I am an honor student at Eisenhower Senior High, and will be part of the
class of '96.  I consider myself bisexual, although I have had a steady
girlfriend for a little less than a year and am monogamous with her.
	I have studied with Master Kim since I was eight years old.  My
father studied Tae Kwon Do when he was young, and when I asked to "learn
karate" he managed to overcome my mother's objections.  He scouted out a
few schools and settled on Master Kim's, even though there were schools
that were both cheaper and closer.
	Kim's is a small school, but nationally known- his students can be
found at many major tournaments from coast to coast, and consistently make
a good showing.  Two of his senior students have opened up branch schools,
in Kentucky and Minnesota, respectively, and they maintain close ties to
the "home school."  I am sure Master Kim is making a great deal of money,
but he doesn't show it- he is currently driving a twelve- year-old Buick
Century which doesn't like to start in cold weather.
	Master Kim encourages all of his students to participate in
tournaments locally, but he also selects a few of his students to compete
in a national team.  Those of us on this team are the fanatics- we train at
least two hours a day, usually more, and often travel to Seattle, Boston
and other far-flung places for tournaments.  Master Kim helps to finance
the team out of the school's earnings, which keeps costs down for our
parents.
	This particular tournament was a huge, several-day affair in
Seattle which we went to every year.  The events related above happened on
the last day of the tournament.  We had booked rooms in a nearby Motel Six,
and most of us partook of the hot tub and swimming pool before heading for
bed.
	Arranging rooms for ten guys and six girls, some of them adults and
some teenagers, was not an easy task.  Most of them time we ended up taking
double rooms, and then sleeping two to a bed.  James and I were the odd
ones out this time, and ended up in a single room with a double bed.
	We sat up until about eleven, watching TV and playing chess and
cards.  Master Kim came by and knocked on the door, telling us to get to
bed (we had an early flight next morning).  I stripped down to my boxers,
James to his boxer briefs, and we slid into bed, turning the lights out.

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"Matt!  Oh, Matt!  Matt!"
	I woke almost immediately, disoriented and wondering where the hell
I was.  James, was lying next to me, moving around and moaning.  I flipped
on the light on my side of the bed.
	James was lying on his back.  He was still asleep, but his face was
screwed up tight, as if he was in pain.  "Ungh!  Ungh! Ungh!"  With a last
moan, his face grimaced even more and his body seemed to spasm, arching up
off the mattress.  Then he relaxed.
	In retrospect it seems really obvious what happened.but I had just
woken up, and was still a bit confused.  I thought he was sick or
something.  I reached over and grabbed his bare shoulder, shaking him.
"James?  James!"
	His green eyes fluttered open to half-mast, and he looked around
groggily for a moment.  Then his eyes snapped open, and he gave me a look
which I later realized was pure panic.
	"What's going on?  Are you okay?"
	James blushed, his pale skin looking like flame even in the dim
light.  "Erm, yeah, I'm fine.  I just...had a dream."
	"You said my name a couple of times."  What had probably happened
was slowly beginning to dawn on me.
	The panicked look in his eyes turned up a notch.  "Uuuuh."
	As that exceedingly vacuous sound came from his mouth, I reached
out with my hand and placed it firmly on the front of his boxer briefs.  He
started and scooted his hips back, but not before I felt his hard cock and
the wetness of cum on the front of his underwear.  His eyes widened even
further, and he looked like he was ready to jump up and run through the
wall, making a boy-shaped hole ala Scooby-Doo.
	The whole situation struck me as very funny.  I smiled crookedly
and said, "So it was that kind of dream, eh?"
	He surprised me by bursting into tears.  At first I was too
surprised to do anything, but as great sobs racked his body I put my arms
around him and pulled him close in a hug.  At first he tried to push me
away, but I held him tight, and he eventually relaxed, burying his face in
my chest.  I gently stroked his hair as his tears streaked down my chest to
stain the sheet.
	He gradually slowed down, then stopped crying, his hiccups and
shaking subsiding.  Eventually he looked up at me, and his green eyes huge
with fear.
	Fortunately, his crying jag had given me time to think about what
exactly I would say to him.  "James, I'm not angry at you and I don't hate
you.  Do you understand?"
	His fearful expression faded into one of shock.  I continued.
"We're going to have to talk about this some more...you want to talk now,
or in the morning?"
	A long pause ensued.  He opened his mouth slightly and croaked.
"Morning."
	"Okay.  I think you should probably take a shower, your face is a
mess from all that crying."
	He rolled out of bed, then walked over to the bathroom.  I noticed
that he had a very cute, firm butt which showed through the boxer briefs.
A minute later I heard the shower start up.

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	When James came back to bed a few minutes later, I pretended to be
asleep again.  In actuality, I was awake, and my mind was whirling.
	The last thing I wanted in the world was to hurt James.  I had
known him for four years.  While aggressive in the ring, he was a really
sweet kid out of it, and I had always liked him in the way I might have
liked a little brother (had I had any).  In addition to that, I knew I was
bisexual, and certainly didn't condemn James for his natural feelings.they
were probably just the extreme horniness of early adolescence, anyway.
	But in addition to thinking about how James was feeling, I had to
think about what I was feeling, as well.  I had plenty of opportunities to
check James out in the shower, but had never really availed myself of
them....I just hadn't thought to look that way at someone so much younger
than me.  But now that I thought about it, his green eyes and red hair, his
pale, freckled skin, and his cutely boyish build- he was just starting to
grow his adult muscles- all added up to a very cute kid.  I could feel
myself starting to bone up just thinking about it.  Add to that the fact
that I had been going steady with Heather for almost a year now, and you
had quite a dilemma.
	By this point I could hear that James was back to sleep.  I
realized that I would have to talk to him, find out what exactly it was he
was feeling, before I even started to sort this business out.
	I rolled over and drifted off to sleep.


**Thus ends the first chapter of my first story!  Replies can be made to
Downward_Dog1@yahoo.com.  Flames will of course be ignored; so will any
requests for personal information.  Suggestions for the storyline will also
be ignored, not because I don't appreciate them, but because I am already
working from a real set of events.**