Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2011 01:37:59 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: My Judo Class - Part 4

It was the longest sex ever. By the time we were done it was
daybreak. He was lying on top of me, his head on my chest. My
cock was resting right on his hole. I think it slipped out
some time during the night. I had no idea because we were
fucking on and off the whole night, drifting in and out of
sleep. I never felt so calm, so serene. The morning rays
gently lit up the hall, the very same place that my students
sweat day in and day out practicing Judo. We were sweating
too, but for different reasons. The mat was the perfect place
to fuck. It was like a giant mattress and we could roll
anywhere we wanted. There was cum all over the place and it
smelled like sex. Some serious cleaning up was in order, but
not now. Basking in the morning ray, I kissed Marko's
forehead.

"Good morning, Marko."

"Good morning, Sensei." He yawned and stretched. When he
rubbed his eyes, he looked cute.

"You did ride me the whole night."

"Yes. It was good, wasn't it?"

"It was wonderful."

"That was my dream come true."

"So, are you satisfied?"

"I am, but now that I have it, I want it every day."

I laughed. "I'm ruined. Now it's all I can think of all day!"

"That's what I was like for the past four years!"

I playfully slapped his ass. "Let's get up. There will be a
class later."

He chuckled. "We don't want them to see us like this, do we?"

"Most certainly not!"

We got up and he helped me clean up. It still smelled funny,
so I opened all the windows. When we were all done, he looked
at me and said, "I don't know how I can go back to just being
your student."

"You will never be `just' my student." I said as I hugged him
tightly. "I love you."

I felt him tremble in my arms. "Really?"

"Yes, I don't know how, but I just do. I didn't even have any
gay thoughts before this, but now I'm in love with you."

"Wow." We just held each other for a while, without saying
anything. We were content just in each other's arms.

"Shall we grab something to eat? I'm starving!" He nodded and
I took him to my favorite Japanese restaurant. He looked
around at the oriental decoration and smiled.

"You like it here?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, just like Japan."

"You've been there?"

"Yeah." He lowered his head, as if deep in thought.

"Tell me about yourself, Marko. In your four years with me we
haven't really talked."

"I'm an exchange student. It was originally one year but I
petitioned to stay longer each year."

"Oh yeah? Where are you from?"

He looked up at me then down again. He didn't answer.

"What's the matter? Is it hard to tell me?"

He took a deep breath and said, "I'm from Japan."

"What?" That was a total surprise. He came from Japan to learn
Judo from me? That was unbelievable! "Why did you come here?"

"My dad wanted me to see the world. He said it's good for me."

"And obviously you like it here."

"I like it here because of you."

"I'm sure there are better Judoka in Japan..."

"It's not about Judo, and you know it." I gently nodded.

"My dad said I shouldn't give up Judo. I've been learning it
from him since I was 6."

"No wonder you are so good."

"He said you were the best Judoka I could find outside of
Japan."

"Your dad knows me?" I asked incredulously.

He took out his phone. "My dad said if ever this conversation
comes up, I need to call him, day or night."

I was confused. Who could his dad be? Suddenly, a chill went
down my spine. My whole body was shaking.

"Dad," Marko said in fluent Japanese, "it's the call you've
been waiting for." He passed the phone to me.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Ben-san."

"Aogi."

"You do remember me." He said in Japanese.

"It's really you. Do you know your son..."

"Loves you? Yeah. We share the same love, it seems."

"But how?"

"I wanted my son to go abroad, to see the world. He was
excited too. When we considered several places, I remembered
where you were from. I told him I knew a friend overseas, and
he's a great Judoka. He asked me where and I told him. We
looked at some info and that's where he decided to go. I
thought it was funny that my son would become your student."

"Aogi, you are a much better Judoka than I am. You should have
taught him yourself."

"No, I would have been soft on him. He needed someone strict,
like you."

"But, how did both of you..."

"I thought one day you'd realize my love for you... ever since
you set foot in the Dojo. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you,
Sensei passed away last year and I'm now the owner."

"Really?" I was a little sad, but not too much. Sensei was old
and it was just a matter of time. "Anyway, congratulations!
You deserve it!" I still remember how I got to be in the
yearly competition. Aogi was the best Judoka apart from
Sensei, but he gave up his spot for me. He said I worked hard
and deserved it. He said it would mean a lot to me, when I
leave Japan and spread the true meaning of Judo to the world.
He has been more of a friend and a brother to me than I ever
realized.

"Thanks. Anyway, I was surprised myself when my son told me he
fell in love with someone, and that someone was you!"

"That is just unbelievable!"

"Like father, like son, I suppose."

"Why didn't you say anything before?"

"I was afraid of rejection. And can you imagine what Sensei
would do if he found out?"

We laughed. Sensei was strict. He would probably have kicked
us out if he found out we were fucking. There were very strict
rules against sex in the Dojo. Students usually took care of
their needs outside.

"But now we have nothing to worry about. I'm the Sensei now."

"So that night... after we won the competition..."

"Oh yes, I remember that night."

"You took advantage of my drunken state."

"Did you not enjoy it?"

"Very much so, but I want a rematch, when I'm conscious."

"Come to Japan," he whispered, "my treat."

"How about your son?"

"He will be back next summer. You can come with him."

"That's a deal."

I hung up the phone. My heart kept racing. I still couldn't
believe it. Aogi and his son both fell in love with me? And I
fucked them both?

"My real name is Makoto, it means `sincerity'."

"Makoto... Aogi..." Sincerity and respect. That characterized them
well. "I don't know what to say. The two of you have given me
so much."

Makoto shook his head. "When I told him I fell in love with
his friend, he was shocked. When he calmed down, he started
making me tell him everything about you."

"When I told him I sucked your cock, oh my God, he went crazy.
I think he was jerking off over the phone." He laughed as he
said. "He's going to be wild when I tell him what we did last
night."

"Are you sure you are both ok with this? Your father and you
both into the same guy?"

"I'm in no position to argue. He's been secretly in love with
you for... well... 12 years now. My 4 doesn't compare."

I shook my head. "I still can't believe it."

"Let's go. I thought you had a class?"

"I don't think I have the capacity to teach now."

He smirked. "Shall we have some more fun then?"

That's what we did. I called up my students and told them I
was sick, then put up a sign on the front door. I made sure
the doors were locked then led Marko into the hall.

"What shall we do now?"

Just then, Marko's phone beeped and a text message appeared.
"Hey, I saw you entering the Dojo with Sensei. Are you two
still not done fucking? Can I join?"

So this time it's going to be a threesome.