Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2003 16:33:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: P G <phoenixfire543@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sensei: Chapter 2

  This story of course did not happen.  The people in this story are based
on real people, but their names have been changed.  All else is a figment
of my dirty imagination.

      I found myself lying there on he floor of gym wondering what had just
happened.  I was in heaven, lying on the ground making out with gorgeous
Sensei Max, and then he left all of a sudden, leaving me half naked and
sweating on the ground, with a rafing hardon in my gym pants.
      "See you Monday" he had said as he left.  God, i couldnt wait until
monday.  But why did he run?  Was he afraid?  Was he angry?  I didnt know
what to do.
       I went back to my dorm an showered, trying to figure out what
happened.  As I thought about it, i couldnt help but get hard.  Of course,
i had to take care of this problem immediately.
       An hour and a load of cum later, i lay trying to fall asleep,
wondering what was going to happen monday when i saw Sensei again.
       It turned out that i didnt need to wait that long.  Thursday in the
dining hall, i was holding my tray of food about to head towards a table to
eat.  I jumped when suddenly my gray boxer briefs were snapped, and spilled
an amble amount of red juice on my blue shirt.  I turn around and i see a
head of dark hair racing away from me into the croud.  As i follow, i find
Sensei Max sitting at a table with two friends.
       "Hey Matt, hows it going?"  He says, with an evil grin on his
face. It was him who snapped me.  "Come, sit with us."  I sit down, and
Sensei introduces me to Ryan and Mich, his friends.  I recognize them from
Jiu Jitsu, they are the most advanced students under Sensei Max.
       "Nice drink handling.", Ryan says, gesturing to the huge wet stain
on my shirt.
       "Yea, i know, i slipped.  Im clumsy like that."  I respond, giving
Sensei a glare.  I sit down opposite Sensei and next to Mich.
       The three of us sit and chat for a few minutes, them getting to know
me, since i was the freshman at the table.  In the midst of the
conversation, i feel something rub against my crotch.  Pretending to look
at my stained shirt in dismay, i flip up the tablecloth a bit and see a
white-socked foot doing its best to make me hard.  I must say, it worked.
I looked toward Sensei Max who continued the conversation like nothing was
happening.
       'Is he playing with me?' i wonder to myself, as Sensei administers a
superb um...footjob.  Im fully erect now, and thanking god for the cheap
white paper talecloth hiding my excitement.
       Thats when Sensei gets up, and says "We gotta get going, see you
later Matt."  With that the three of them got up and left.  I wanted to
follow, but had to wait until my hardon subsided to get up.
       That night i lay in bed trying to figure out what was going on.  I
was even more confused now than i was the night before, after the
kiss-and-run.  At least then, i fgured maybe he was scared of having
feelings for another guy.  Now, i didnt know what was happening with him.

       Friday held yet another strange event for me.  I went to the gym at
11:30 after class, like i always do.  I get there and drop off my pass at
the counter, and proceed to go about my excercise.  About 10 minutes into
the workout, my gray sleevless shirt was wet and my face red, and guess who
walks in.  Sensei Max strolls in, wearing a dark blue sleeveless shirt that
contoured to his torso. 'Thats strange,' i think, 'i come here every Friday
at this time and he is never here.'
       As i keep up doing my curls, Sensei lays down on the bench press,
directly in front of me.  He does his reps slowly, and i can see the
muscles in his jacked arms flexing under the weight.  I now notice for the
first time that his armpits are nearly hairless.  'Does he shave them?' I
wonder.  I then look down, and see that sensei is wearing very loose black
shorts.  The material drapes nicely over a significany bulge in the shorts,
and i find myself trying to look up the legs.
      'Stop it', I tell myself.  'This is the gym, pay attention or you'll
hurt yourself'.  I listen to my own adivice, and change excercises, so as
to be in a less perfect viewing place.  I move to the left of the gym, and
start on an abdominal machine.  During my second set, Senei changes
excercises as well.  He moves on to doing squats which are, thats right,
right across from the ab machine.  As i finish my set, i look ahead, and
there was a sight to behold.  Sensei's shirt was stuck up to his back,
which left his lower back and upper ass exposed.  He wasnt wearing any
underwear!  I could see the top of his perfect, round ass, and the start of
his crack.  There was very little tan difference below the belt, and I was
captivated.  I couldnt take it anymore, as i was starting to get hard in
the gym.  Most guys know that this is never a good situation, so i left for
the locker room.
      As i changed, i again wonder if Sensei just enjoys toying with me.  I
shower and change into clean underwear and shorts as he walks in.  Once
again taking no notice of me, he goes to a locker opposite mine and takes
off his shirt.  Before i can even begin to get over the beauty of his bare
back, he drops his shorts.  The beauty of Sensei's smooth, bare, tight,
round ass turns me on like a light swtich.
      Sensei ties a small towel around his waist, and turns around.  Since
i am standing there with my things, i try to look like i hadnt stopped to
watch him reveal his glory.  As i go to leave, he passes me and squeezes my
ass.  "Don't you love a good game?"  i hear him wisper on his way to the
shower.
      Over the weekend, i decide that I will play Sensei Max's game.  All I
need to do is get few supplies from work, and let the games begin.....

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