Date: Fri, 31 May 2013 00:51:28 +0100
From: Tim Smith <zadziu98@gmail.com>
Subject: Jiu-jitsiu kid

Disclaimer: This is a story concerning consensual sex between a man and a
boy. It is a work of fiction. Feedback is welcome at zadziu98@gmail.com

A narrative from the viewpoint of a clever 11 year old boy.

Jiu-jitsu Kid

by zadziu

Daddy wasn't a big man but he sure was tough. When he was a boy, he was
small and picked on and bullied and so he decided to get mean and hard and
able to look after himself. So he went to jiu-jitsu classes. Now I do not
want to explain everything about jiu-jitsu and all the different types
there are and which my daddy taught me etc and so on but I will tell you
this briefly because I do not think you want to know so much about it but
anyway jiu-jitsu is based on the idea that a smaller, weaker person can
take on a bigger, stronger person and knock him into submission by using
leverage and proper technique, and most of all by getting the fight to the
ground – especially by applying joint-locks and chokeholds to defeat the
other person. You get him on the ground and that way a big guy's height is
no advantage to him. Maybe even a disadvantage as a small lithe guy can be
all over him when he is a lumbering monster, thrashing about in a heavy,
weighty kind of way.

I am like my daddy in that I am small and slim and would also have been a
target for bullies had daddy not insisted I go down the same path as him
and become a tough little fighter and so he taught me and he and I would
spar and fight and sometimes I would even beat him. And I am eleven years
old.

Now I loved that physical contact with my daddy. I loved how close it
brought us. I smelled the sweat on him and I smelled his manliness and I
wanted to be just like my daddy in all ways so I copied everything about
him. And most of all I loved that he had big muscles even though he was a
little guy. But big to me, of course. I was small for my age but I wanted
the same muscles as my daddy always from age five! So daddy said I needed
to go to a gym even though I was so young and small to build my body up.
And I loved that gym because I knew from an early age that it was full of
gay guys. I had no interest in kids of my age. Their little hairless bodies
had no interest for me - but the guys at the gym...That was more my style!
I loved big guys, the bigger the better. Big, hairy, muscular guys. Guys
that were the complete opposite of me. And though I did all my workouts and
developed more muscles than most eleven year old boys, I couldn't take my
eyes off the big guys, especially in the changing rooms or the showers and
I know I stared way too much and they noticed and smiled and I knew they
could see that I was going to grow up and be gay like them but not one of
them had any interest in me. I saw them flirting and eyeing one another up
but they had zilch interest in me. And I could not take my eyes off their
dicks, and pubic hair. They were a different world for me but I wanted to
get into that world and move in it and be a part of it. Not hang out and be
with all the little sniveling kids of my age.

Now I am bright for my age and knew the score early on - that though there
are guys who like girls and marry them and have kids, well there are also
guys who only like guys and who fuck as if the other guy is a girl and I
wanted to be like that. Not like a girl of course! In fact, I did not like
girls at all and I do not now and somehow knew that I never would. No, I
was going to be fucked in the butt by a big hairy guy. I knew that from age
eight I think. Anyway, I knew it was what I wanted more than anything and I
really wanted to know what it felt like but the more I looked at the guys
in the gym the more they just smiled and ignored me.

And all this time I was aching for the kind of physical contact I had with
my daddy to be with another man. Because although I love my daddy as much
as any one can love a daddy, I did not think of my daddy fucking my butt.
Now maybe if he had touched me in a special way, well, hell, yes, maybe I
might have responded and even let my daddy butt fuck me just to try it
because no one ever taught me as much as my daddy taught me and if he could
teach me about sex and being fucked in the butt then he would have done it.
If he knew I wanted this and needed this then I think he would have done it
but like I say the idea of it never came to my daddy though it came to me.
So as I say he didn't and I did not try to start anything of that kind with
him. It was the one thing I think I ever hid from daddy and some day I will
tell him if I see him again. But I am losing my story here so which is
really about finding a big guy to butt fuck me. And so I kept looking.

Well, now I come to an interesting thing that happened not long after I
became quite desperate to see what butt fucking is all about and how it
feels and does it hurt? The gym, as I have told you, was no good at all and
I was sad in my heart that I knew that nothing would happen to me with any
of those guys. Even though I looked at many and wished that this one or
that one would be the one to butt fuck me for the first time. But then when
the winter passed and spring came and I was walking to the bus stop near
the gym to get a bus to my home, I always passed a nice little house with a
garden and just a few yards more there was the bus stop. And often in the
garden, maybe working on that garden and keeping it nice or maybe just
sitting on the porch and taking the sun and reading or something, was a man
that I knew when I saw him was the man I most wanted to introduce me to
butt fucking.

He was exactly what I would have asked for if I had the chance to wish for
a man to butt fuck me for the first time. He was very tall and I mean VERY
tall, and he was kinda young, don't know really, maybe late 20s? And he was
buff, not buff like the guys at the gym but fit and good shape. And he was
hairy and with a nice neat trimmed beard and I could see a lot of chest
hair poking out of his open necked shirt. And he was not a white man but
looked kinda Arab with nice brown skin, all natural and not from a sun
machine because some of those gay guys at the gym sure were a strange
colour and whether it came out of a bottle or from a lamp I don't know but
it always looked fake and this man was natural just as God made him. So I
felt a very strong attraction to him and best thing of all was that I could
see that he had an attraction to me because he always stopped to watch me
as I passed by. Well I did not pass by because I stopped at the bus stop
and this was only a few yards from his house and garden. And day after day
this happened and the worst thing is that NOTHING happened. He just looked
and I just looked and then the bus came and I got on and I was still no
closer to experiencing the butt fuck I wanted with this handsome foreign
man.

Now I had to move this situation forward because he was the one chosen by
me to introduce me to the world of butt fucking of which I had read plenty
on the internet and seen pictures I should not have but I had anyway.
Though not with a boy and a man in them just two guys and so I was still no
closer to understanding what it would be like to experience this thing that
I wanted so much. And I got a boner every time I thought of this and I
would look at my little hairless dick and that hairless part all around it
and would feel very sad I can tell you that I would have to wait years for
this thing to happen. Unless I could wrestle this foreign man to the ground
and get on top of him and make him have a boner like mine but bigger of
course and force him to butt fuck me. Right now, please, cos I really need
this, mister, sir.

So I took to standing between the bus stop and the man. So now he could
talk to me and why did he not talk to me? Why did he just look and look and
I just looked and looked and NEVER a word from either of us?  And then one
day he did and it was really quite strange.

`Would you like to earn a dollar real easy,' he asked and he was nervous.
He had a foreign accent but of course I could not tell what language he
really spoke but not English that's for sure. But it came out clear enough.
And I was very excited but tried to be cool and so I just said, `Sure'. And
he swallowed a bit and then said with a smile that was kinda forced and
kinda desperate and not a real smile at all, `I will give you a dollar if
you take your tee-shirt off'.

That's all he wanted? Anyway, I said, real cool like, `Sure'. And took it
off - and then he handed me a dollar bill and then the damn bus came dammit
and I pulled my tee shirt on and got on the bus, looking back kinda sad at
him because this was really not enough. But I cheered up as I thought about
it afterwards because it was a significant development.

And next day, he was brighter and not so nervous and this time offered me
the dollar right away and I took my shirt off and he came and sat on his
wall just real close beside me and talked a little bit. About him being
Persian and that he liked the word Persian better than Iranian though they
are the same people and that his name is Toofan and that is Persian for
Storm but he is not like that because he is really a gentle man and then
the damn bus came and I got on it again and looked back kinda sad again.
But again I cheered up because I did think this was a step forward as well.

And next time, well I started to be clever about this and I left the gym
earlier though at first this was not such a good idea as he did not expect
me and so I stood alone at the bus stop until the time he expected me but
he soon got the idea and so we soon got talking more. Now the more I talked
to this man, the more I liked him and the more I knew he would be the one
to introduce me to butt fucking. But he never talked about such things but
instead, each time I saw him, he would offer me a dollar, to take off my
tee shirt. Now this was getting rather silly. For one thing one dollar is
not a lot. Yes, I would have done it for free but getting one dollar every
time I saw him just for taking my tee shirt off seemed to be as far as he
was going to go so one day when he started again on the one dollar
business, I had a quick look around me to see that no one was there and it
was a quiet place and maybe curtains twitched in that street from time to
time but usually there was no one on the street and also no one else at the
bus stop except me. So as I am telling you I looked around and there was no
one so I very quickly grabbed his dick through his trousers. And he almost
dropped dead from shock but I just said, `Oh please, mister.'

And now he was rushing to his door and beckoning me to follow him and I was
right behind him and got inside and slammed the door behind me and he fell
on me. I mean he fell to his knees to get to my height and he kissed me so
much, telling me what a beautiful boy I am and how much he loves me. And I
can tell you that being kissed like this was like nothing I ever had before
because my daddy only ever kissed me goodnight and only kissed my cheek or
kissed my brow and I loved those kisses but this kissing was very different
because first thing it did was give me a boner and my daddy's kisses did
not do that. Plus this kiss was with a man who had a beard so it tickled me
a little and made me giggle - but the tongue in my mouth was the exciting
bit and I sucked and licked that as if it must not ever be taken from me.
And he was stroking me and holding me and kissing me and my boner was
tenting my pants and I pushed them down and my briefs too and kicked off my
trainers and there I was all naked for him.

`You too!' I said and he tore his clothes off and he was so big and
beautiful and hairy and his dick was rising high. He stood up and he was so
tall and I bent a little and licked his dick which had thin white stuff
coming out of it. It was kinda salty but not really, not much taste at all
but it excited me to taste it but though this was an interesting diversion
I knew what I really wanted and so I said, `Sir, I want you to butt fuck
me'. And again he nearly died with astonishment but he laughed and picked
me up and this I loved to be held against this big tall hairy body and I
was kissing him again and he carried me to a bedroom and almost tossed me
on to the bed. And he threw himself down beside me and we rolled around a
little and he was tickling me and I was laughing though really I do hate to
be tickled but the laugh comes even though you hate it, you know?

`Are you sure?' he asked me and I knew what he was talking about even
though we had rolled around and played and kissed and that and I said,
`Sure I am sure'.

And he said, `It is very wrong, you know?'

And I said, `Why is that?'

And he said, `Because you are only a boy'.

And I said, `But you like boys, I can tell that'.

And he rolled off me and sighed and said, `I wish it was so simple. It is
so wrong. So, so wrong. It is not permitted and so I must do nothing with
you. I have done too much already. Yet, in Persia, we have a long culture
and history of men loving boys. But now it is worse there than it is here
and I tell you that it is very bad here.'

Now this was not a good development. I did not want to know about Persian
culture and history. Well I am sure it is very interesting but I did not
want to know about it THEN. Not at that moment. I wanted to be butt fucked.
And as I waited I noticed that his dick was not as big as it was and no
whitish liquid was coming from the end of this and as I say this was NOT a
good development. And worst of all was that he had just said nothing must
happen! Oh no! And so I thought of my jiu-jitsu and how he needed to learn
a little because he had all these fears and hesitations and wanted to butt
fuck me but was afraid to do it in case he molested me and I was like, so
much, please molest me, I really really want it, so I knew it was for me to
act because if I waited for him, well, I knew nothing would happen except
me learning a LOT about Persia which is good I am sure but not what I
wanted from this man so I threw myself on him and went through a variety of
grapples and chokes which  not only made him laugh a lot but amazed him too
and every time I had him in a position of submission I grabbed his dick and
so best of all this excited him because soon his dick was harder than ever
and I knew he had submitted to me and would resist no more. So jiujitsu has
been very good for me in all ways - for making me close to my daddy, for
making me strong and so I cannot be bullied or pushed around - but most of
all for breaking through this man's fear of doing what he wanted to do and
what I wanted him to do.

And so it was. He spoke no more. He kinda knew this was an offer he would
not get often. And it was clear he liked boys and let's forget the Persian
stuff - he wanted to butt fuck a boy and I was a boy who was desperate to
be butt fucked. He just prepared me with jelly from a tube, so gently
pressing a finger up inside me and spreading the gooey stuff around, so
cool and strange but exciting too and he put on a condom  and put more
gooey jelly on that and he manoeuvred me into a good position on my side
and I felt his dick begin to press against my little tight hole. I was
breathing heavily and gulping and maybe shaking a little from being nervous
but also excited as I had dreamed of this for so long and now it was gonna
happen at last but his hand caressed me and soothed me as he pressed. I
cried out a little and he stopped but I whispered, `No, go on, I want it, I
really want it', and he pressed more and I tried to relax and he was as
gentle as he could be but he was so big, yet I did want it and to show him
this I pushed back a little more and he pushed and I pushed and I bit my
lip so as not to cry out because it was not nice at all because it really
really hurt me and I felt I was being split and even though I thought I
wanted this I think I could not take it and I really had to bite hard not
to cry out and make him stop and I knew that he would stop because he would
not want to hurt me in any way, I just knew this but I also knew he would
be disappointed and maybe he would stop with the dollar for the tee shirt
business, not that I wanted the dollar, and so I willed myself with all my
strength from pushing myself in the gym and all the sparring with my daddy
and thought of strong arms loving me and holding me and then it happened
and then it began to slide, faster and faster, and he was inside me. and
then the feeling changed. Sure it hurt but it hurt kinda good and each
moment that passed it felt better and better. And he was stroking my little
boner and kissing my neck and speaking in his language and he began to pump
 and now that he was inside me and I was starting to like it but really
really like it, I said to him, `Please stand up, Sir' and he made as if to
pull out and I said, `No, don't come out, just stand up with me inside you'
and so he held me close and swung his legs over the bed and then he stood
up and this was the moment I wanted so much and would remember for ever I
know and be a great memory in all my life, with me so small against his
height, and he laughed and saw that it was kinda funny but also very very
very hot too and he lifted me and lowered me on his pole and fucked me as
he raised me and lowered me and I slid up and down on his big dick, feeling
those strong hands on my little body and I felt something strange passing
from deep inside my butt and passing it seemed down his big boner through
to my balls like he was sending his seed through me and into me even though
there was a condom and it pushed through my balls into my own boner with a
strange whooshing kind of feeling as his boner throbbed deep inside me and
I was spraying thin gruel around and feeling like I was someone newly born.

And I also felt that I had won, that this was my victory and that he might
know more about sex and what men want but he knows nothing of what a boy
wants and I do and I made this big man submit to me. And though I became
really good at jiu-jitsiu, as my daddy always wanted for me, I think of
this submission as the best one I ever did. And so it will always be the
number one grapple for me, forever in my memory.