Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 09:47:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: College Judo 2

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The next several weeks of judo classes were uneventful. Shane was there, as
always, but there was no indication from him that the hot fuck session at
his apartment had ever happened. I was starting to think it was going to be
yet another repressed memory from a guy I thought had serious issues
anyway. Just chalk it up to another one night stand.

Today's judo class was no different. I worked with everyone, including
Shane. To wrap up the class though 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 begin
peeling off my drenched clothes. Even my t-shirt and shorts are so soaked
with sweat that they hit the floor with a splat as I strip and toss them
aside. Pitching the last stitch of clothing I head to the bedroom,
unconsciously running my hand through my dark bush, then scratching my
hairy nuts. Tugging slightly on my flaccid cock as I enjoy the cool air
flowing over my damp body. I stop and grab a beer from the frig as I walk
through the kitchen. Tipping the bottle back I almost drain it with my
first drink, enjoying its icy chill as I rummage through my drawers for
clothes. Finally sliding on a pair of loose basketball short that will let
my junk hang, I head back into the living room. Stopping briefly to grab a
second beer before I drop to the couch, clicking on the tv and begin
flipping channels.

Settling in to yet another mindless television show, suddenly I'm
catapulted from my exhaustion- induced coma by what sounded like someone
trying to beat my door down. I sprint toward the door, but before I can
reach it the pounding fires off again, so hard that I start to wonder if
it's the cops banging at my door. Wrenching the door open I am frozen at
the sight before me. It's Shane. Wearing the traditional college male
outfit of a sleeveless t-shirt that's slit down the sides, flip-flops and
oversized nylon shorts. I gape 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 chuckles at his lame joke, but it brings me
back to reality.

"Yeah, sure, come in Shane. What the hell bring you over to my place?"
stepping back I look at him inquisitively as he marches through the door.

"Fuckin' great! I got the new Jackie Chan movie. Thought you might like to
see it!"

"Sure, whatever. Sounds fun." I walk back over to my spot on the couch,
retrieving my beer. Quickly draining it, I walk back to the kitchen.

Glancing back over my shoulder, "Hey Shane, you want a beer?"

"Sure asshole! But don't think you are going to get me drunk and cornhole
me dude!" Shane smiles and gives me a throaty chuckle.

"Yay, whatever you dick!" I turn and stomp 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 frig, I grab a couple of bottles and walk back into the living room,
handing Shane one.

"So, put in the movie Shane. What are you waiting on?" I smile and point to
the TV and player.

"Yay, ok. Sorry." Shane turns and walks to the DVD as I enjoy watching that
bubble ass move away from me. As he squats down to load the DVD his shorts
slide down, revealing the wide top of a white Bike jockstrap. My cock
begins an immediate accent as I stare at that crescent of perfect
ass. Slowly the shorts slide even lower, revealing the hairy trough of his
ass crack minimally framed with the butt straps from the jock. Shane
finally gets everything set and stands, walking back, but not pulling his
shorts up. He gets to the couch and plops down beside me.

I glance over at him and smile but decide not to comment on the fact that
he sat next to me instead of in one of the other chairs. The movie begins
and we watch the action, commenting on specifics as only martial arts
student are want to do. I keep an eye on Shane as the movie progresses and
notice that more and more often he is cupping and adjusting his
package. After a few more bottles I begin to feel the beer and stretch out
on the couch, draping my arm behind Shane as he leans forward to study the
action. Tossing his head back to drain the beer from his most recent
bottle, he leans forward to drop it on the floor, causing his shirt to
slide up his back, exposing the patch of curly blonde hair at its base, as
well as another shot of the white jockstrap. Letting my hand drop down and
reach over, I begin to run my fingers through the wonderful patch of boy
fur.

"Ummmmmmm" sighs Shane.

Encouraged by his response, and the fact that he is still leaning forward,
I begin to let my fingers roam over his taut muscular back. The beer and
his hot body have their effect on me as I become more aggressive. Reaching
under his shirt, I slide my hands across his smooth back finally reaching
Shane's shoulders. Then using my fingers like talons, I drag my fingernails
down his rounded back.

"ohholyfuckingshityesssss", erupts from his mouth.

I smile and rake his back again and again, varying the location as I turn
his back into a network of pale pink lines. "You like that Shane? Do you
like it a little rough big boy?"

"Fuck yes, god damn that fucking makes my cock drool."

As his arms droop lower I push his shirt over his head, watching as he
shrugs out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Seeing the tuffs of
hair erupting from his hairy pits I comb my fingers through the still damp
curls and then tug at them. I pull and caress his pit hair until he is
emitting constant soft moans.  As I tug harder Shane gives out a louder
guttural moan. Between the gentle torture of his back and my play with his
pits the scent of hot college boy overwhelms me, filling my nostrils.

"OH FUCK! YEAH! MATT THAT FEELS FUCKING GREAT"

As his profanity strewn sounds of pleasure escalate he begins to arch his
back against my fingers as I return to raking his torso. Finally as he
presses harder yet I allow my arms to slide under his, pulling him against
my chest. As I begin creating the same latticework of pink lines on his
taut stomach and muscular chest, I enjoy the texture of college boy fur
under my fingers. Seeing his erect half-dollar size pink nipples I reach up
and flick them with my fingers.

"OHFUCK YES! Yes Matt, that feels so good. More! SHIT MORE!" Shane scream
out as I begin my assault on his now fully contracted nipples.

"Oh my, did I find another hot spot Shane? Do you like this?" I quip as his
body bucks in my arms. I grip both nipples between my muscular fingers and
twist hard. Shane's pelvis thrusts up, air fucking harder and harder as I
continue my attack on his hard pink nipples.

"You like that Shane? You like the nipple action don't you." Moaning louder
as he presses his head back against my now sweat drenched chest. His short
buzz-cut hair working my own nipples like a fine brush, making my cock
throb as he thrashed against me. Shane is lost in the stimulation from my
nipple work, grinding his ass against the couch and then thrusting
upward. His gyrations inch his shorts lower and lower until they finally
slide off his ass, leaving his bare, hairy butt exposed. Now fully framed
with the white straps of the jock, the sight of his furred treasure causes
my steel hard cock to pump precum like a faucet. His own hard and aching
cock fights the jock like a viper seeking release, spitting precum with
each twist of his nipples.

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK YESSSSS, GOD DAMN" Shane's body arches violently as I
continue to work his nipples, twisting and pinching them in the vice grip
my fingers have become. Releasing one nipple I run my hand over his chest,
catching his college boy fur between my fingers and tugging as the other
hand continues its assault on his nipples.

"You like that Shane, do you need to cum big boy? Does your cock need to
shoot your hot college ball juice?"

"FUCK YES! Make me cum Matt, please make my cock jizz" Shane screams as his
thrashing becomes more urgent. Smiling to myself I move both hands back to
his now reddened nipples, running my nails over them and enjoying the
intake of air as I scratch across his boy tits.

"Like that Shane, is that what you need?"

"FUCK! HARDER!"

"Alright stud boy," watching his face closely I close my nails over his
nipples. Digging hard into his turgid nipples that are already sensitive
from my careful ministrations. I drive my fingernails deep into his tender
nipples, stopping just short of drawing blood as I twist and tug his twin
chest cocks.

"FUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" explodes Shane. His body twisting in convulsions
as he frantically air fucks, thrusting rapid fire, his ass clenched into
twin spheres of granite. As I twist my fingers, abusing his nipples even
more, his entire body is suddenly drenched in the sweat of his sexual
overload. His torso arches over and over, his eyes clenched shut, mouth
open in a silence scream as his body desperately seeks relief. Suddenly
Shane throws his head back hard against me as every muscle in his young
body locks, signaling his massive ejaculation of white hot cum. His pelvis
shudders as his trapped cock begins shooting out muscle jizz. Shot after
shot of white-hot molten boy juice explodes from his ensnared cock. The
last volleys so strong they shoot through the drenched fabric. His body
reduced to waves of small convulsions as Shane tries to recover from the
massive orgasm.

"Holy Fuck Matt! That was...amazing" Shane sighed as he collapses against
me. Running my hands down his torso I gently squeeze his jizz soaked man
package. Coating my hand with his ball juice I smear a light coating of
fresh college jock sperm over his stomach. Leaning down I kiss his neck
lightly and whisper.

"Oh big boy, we are only getting started..."



I appreciate the comments from College Judo chapter 1. Any additional
comments or suggestions would be welcome. reddirtwriter@yahoo.com