Sensei Harold

                “Sensei arai, shomin ai aria!” Sensei Harold called out to the entire Judo club, each man inside bowed and gave the respectful “Woos!” and rose to their feet. Sensei Harold stood to look over his class, a small smirk breaking his stone cold face. Out of all the dojos in the city, their college club had the best fighters, each of his veteran judokas were gold medalists in their divisions in each provincial tournament, and a few would be going to nationals. His gaze looked over each man as they went to leave the room, who would nod their respect.

                Sensei’s gaze fell on Thompson, a blue belt who transferred to his dojo once he was accepted to the college a year ago. At the age of 24 he was a tall one, 6 foot 1 of toned muscle, a hairy one too. Thompson wore his gui a little loose, showing off a swath of brown chest hair over his muscular pecs, running down over his abs to his crotch. He kept a small stubble on his chin and buzzed the rest of his hair down. He was a Class A fighter back in his hometown and was making a name for himself here.  The young fighter walked with a saunter of arrogance and authority as one of the top fighters in class, if he kept winning tournaments, he’ll be off to nationals.

                As Thompson made it to the edge of the room, he swiftly turned to bow to the dojo. While it was customary and a sign of respect, the young judoka did this for ulterior motives. Thompson liked to get one last look at his sensei before leaving.

                Sensei Harold wasn’t a softy himself; the man in his late 40’s stood at a good 6 foot 4, broad shoulders that could life any of the fighters in the club without so much as a grunt. Harold’s chiseled face was covered in a trimmed salt and pepper beard, and clean cut hair to match. His thick black hair spread out over his broad pecs and hairy arms that could choke out anyone. The only “soft” part of their teacher was a round beer belly, a thin layer of fat was over firm stomach muscles, which were also covered in a thick mat of body hair. Harold’s black belt wrapped just under his gut, knotted tightly to give it a little lift, and much like Thompson, his gui was left relatively loose, showing off his fuzzy body.

                Thompson’s eyes wandered over his Sensei’s body, whose hair was matted down with sweat from the extensive workout. Sensei Harold body always gave off more heat during a workout, probably because of his large muscle mass. During fights and wrestling on the mats, Thompson’s face would be pressed into his hairy chest, being smeared with his teacher’s sweat. While the young judoka would try to win the fight, he’d always give himself a second or two to enjoy being in body contact with the older fighter. He always wore tight briefs under his gui to make sure to hide potential half chubs. In highschool Thompson discovered he has a special place for older, dominant men, and his no bullshit mountain of a teacher pushed all of his buttons in just the right places. After a good workout and a last ogle, he’ll go back to his apartment and jerk off thinking about him. He had a little smile on his face.

                “Thompson, step back onto the mat.” Sensei Harold growled. Thompson nodded and rose, walking back to the center of the dojo as the last person left. The two judokas stood in silence as the last comrade left for the lockers, just staring at each other. When they were alone, the teacher gave a quick smirk. “I wanted you to stay to get some extra fights in, since you’ll be going to the next tournament soon.” He didn’t ask if it was ok to stay longer or if Thompson had any other plans, it was expected of all his students. The young fighter gave a bow and moved into a stance. He wouldn’t complain about getting some extra time up close to his big eye candy.

                The two fighters jumped forward and locked arms. They moved across the mat trying to push the other off balance. They grappled and locked arms for nearly two minutes before Sensei Harold got the upper hand, making a feint to the right and swiftly pulling the young student off balance. Thompson didn’t have time to counter and was through the air before striking the mat. Harold was on top of him in seconds, throwing all of his weight onto his student. In Tate Shiho Gatame, the teacher locked his student’s arms and legs spread eagle, his body pinning Thompson down. Thompson let out a grunt, his face pressed into Sensei’s collar bone, the heat of his body enveloping his head. He knew he was done, no one was getting out of Sensei’s holds, he just lay there waiting for his master to let go. But Harold just slightly maneuvered his body, lowering himself so he was face to face with the trapped opponent. It was then that Harold leaned in and kissed Thompson.

                Thompson was dumbstruck, more from the kiss than the throw. Sensei’s Harold’s beard scratched against his scruff, tongue dancing and knotting his own. Harold loosened his grip on Thompson’s limbs but stayed on top of him. The student’s arms slipped around his teacher’s body, pulling him further on top of him. Harold let out a chuckle that rumbled through his chest, kissing his student more intimately. Thompson began to grind upward, his raging boner pushing against the thick tent between his teacher’s legs.

                Sensei Harold finally pulled away from the kiss to look over his flustered student, who gave a weak smile.

                “How long have you known?” was all he could manage.

                “When your boner pressed against my body a few months ago during ground work. It was only once, but then I knew what I was looking for. You ogle me quite a bit.”

                “Yeah.”

                “What was that student?”

                “Yes I do, Sensei.” Harold grinned at the formal tone. The master sat up onto of Thompson’s lap, undoing his belt and pulling his gui apart. Thompson’s hands rose and began to rub over his master’s hairy body. Harold let out a sigh as he was worshipped, young powerful hands running over his pecs and nipples.

                “Yeah, you like grabbing me, don’t you boy?” Harold growled, Thompson just grinned and nodded, shuddering as his master gently grinded against his tented boner. “But you want to do more than just grab, eh?” Sensei looked down at the helpless young fighter on the mat. Thompson meekly gave a nod, and with that Harold crawled forward, undoing the straps of his pants. The old teacher pulled his pants down under his crotch, letting his thick manhood fall out, a pair of hairy balls hung in the air. Thompson gapped at his master’s thickness, the length was phenomenal! By a quick guess, he believed his master was nearly 9 inches, and thick all around, his beautiful cock head had a little glob of pre spouting out.

                Thompson lifted his head to get closer to the cock he’s been pining for all this time, only for Harold to swing it down, slapping his cheek and face with the thick manhood. The student stuck his tongue out to taste his master’s cock. Harold kept slapping until leaning forward to shove it in. Thompson swallowed the length without a gag, nose pressed against the sweaty pubs. Harold leaned over to plant his hands on the mat, pressing the lower part of his gut into Thompson’s face. The teacher started to thrust into the student’s mouth, face fucking him with growing speed.

                Thompson took the abuse with growing lust, untying his belt and pants. He quickly pulled out his rock hard erection. The young judoka’s cock wasn’t as long as the master’s, but it was nothing to scoff at. Just over 8 inches, and thick as well, Thompson jerked off happily as Sensei Harold humped his mouth. Thompson slobbered away, coating his master’s cock in saliva, his face being smeared with sweat from the older man’s hairy body.

                Sensei Harold went on for a few more thrusts before swiftly pulling out of Thompson, turning around to quickly pull off his own gui pants and Thompson’s, throwing them aside. Grabbing hold of his student’s legs, he flipped them over. Now, Thompson was straddling Sensei Harold’s hairy chest, he slipped off the top of his gui. Now they were both naked in the dojo, a fantasy Thompson had for a good year. He looked back at his Sensei. Harold’s gaze was locked on his student’s toned cheeks. Thompsons’ ass was covered in a nice layer of brown hair, years of squats had toned each cheek perfectly. He spread the ass cheeks gently, looking at the pink puckered hold.

                With a nice bit of force, Sensei pulled Thompson back onto his face. Thompson let out a shudder as he felt his teacher’s tongue push against his hole, powerful hands massaging and squeezing his cheeks. He leaned down and went back to sucking off the thick manhood. Harold’s tongue lapped and danced around the soft flesh, spreading the cheeks a little more to open up his student’s ass. The Sensei forced himself inside his student, spreading the hole more with his thick tongue. Thompson moaned into Sensei’s cock, bobbing his head as Harold rimmed him. Sensei began to spank his student, pulling his face back to shove his fingers inside. Thompson shuddered as the meaty fingers tickled his prostate, leaning back to force his teacher to go knuckle deep.

                “You’re tight, going to need to loosen you up for my size.” Harold growled, pushing a third inside. Thompson pulled the cock out of his mouth, tongue dancing around the bulbous head, the mixed taste of pre and sweat was making him wild. He couldn’t tell how long he lay on top of Harold, fingered into submission, but he went weak kneed when he finally heard the deep base of his teacher’s voice. “Get on your back, you’re ready.”

                Thompson lay on the mats, legs spread for his master. Harold stood up and walked over to his gym bag, his third leg of a cock bobbing in the air. He took out a condom and slipped it on gently. Rummaging through his bag for lube, squirting on a nice amount and jerked off. Harold was taking his sweet time, making his student impatiently wait, his toned body squirmed. Harold just chuckled.

                “Can’t wait for it, can you?” Sensei asked, seeing the young man nod. “How about you ask for it.”

                “Can you please-

                “What was that?”

                “Sensei, can you please fuck me?” Thompson nearly whimpered, his arrogant attitude melted away under the gaze of his naked master. Sensei Harold smiled and got on his knees, lathering lube over Thompson’s asshole. Taking hold of one of his student’s legs, Harold gently pushed his cockhead into the willing hole. Thompson groaned as his teacher stretched him to the limit, pushing each inch gently inside. Harold rubbed his student’s hairy chest, fingers pulling on his nipple. Near the base, Sensei shoved the last two inches in quickly, making Thompson moan out loud.

                Sensei gave Thompson a few moments to get use to his girth before he began to thrust into the muscled youth. Thompson could feel his insides stretch as the cockhead rammed into his prostate. Harold lifted his student’s legs and rested them on the inside of his elbows, pumping away inside him. Thompson’s calves were pressed against each side of his Sensei’s belly, sweat from the workout and fuck ran down his chest, caking his thick black hair to his body.

                The room was filled with the noises of fucking; Thompsons moans in unison with Harold’s grunts, the slippery slapping noise of teacher’s crotch as it slams into the student’s buttocks. Harold kept eye contact with his lover, watching as his student gasps and moans with each thrust. Thompson took hold of his cock and began to jerk off, pre splattering over his chiseled abs.

                “You like that, boy? You like getting fucked by your Sensei?” Harold growled, pounding away with full force. Thompson’s ass was lifted higher off the mat, as Sensei pulled him closer for an easier fuck.

                “Yes!”

                “What was that student?”

                “Yes Sensei! Please fuck me harder!” Thompson called out, his teacher’s hands gripped his legs harder, and his thrusts became faster and harder. Thompson’s moans rose as he jerked harder, knowing he was close. With one last shudder, the student gripped his cock tightly as streams of cum splattered across his abs and chest. Even as his hole tighten, Sensei Harold kept fucking, his face contorting into a snarl.

                After so many thrusts, Sensei Harold pulled out. Dropping Thompson’s legs and crawling on top of him, the teacher straddled his student’s chest as he tore off the condom. Jerking vigorously, he pointed his manhood at Thompson’s face. Thompson opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, keeping eye contact with Harold.

                With a deep grunt, Sensei Harold shot a nice hearty load of spunk across the helpless face Thompson. A few shots shot straight into his mouth and tongue, Thompson lapped up the salty load like he was addicted to it, tongue licking up the loads that hit his cheeks and lips. Before his last load was spent, Harold shoved his cock down Thompson’s throat, shooting the last few ropes of spunk down his gullet. He held the back of the boy’s head, pinning him to his crotch. Thompson’s nosed was pushed into his sweaty pubes, breathing in his scent as he guzzled down his master’s load. Hands running up Sensei’s legs and side, feeling the warm hairy body.

                When Sensei finally freed his head, Thompson took a few more breaths of his scent before letting the thick manhood slip out of his mouth. He fell back onto the mat, chest heaving. As Harold rose to his feet, he ran a finger across Thompson’s cum splattered pecs, having a taste of the young fighter’s spunk. He smiled at the rich flavor, holding out his hand to his student. Thompson reached out and was pulled to his feet.

                Before he could say anything, he was pulled into a deep embrace by Sensei Harold. Powerful arms wrapped around him as Harold leaned down and kissed Thompson. There, teacher and student were entwined in a lover’s kiss. Thompson pulled his Sensei closer, fingers pushing into Harold’s hairy back. Their cum covered cocks, still half hard from the fuck, were grinding against one another in a deep sword fight. It was after a minute of kissing that Harold pulled away from the kiss, but still held his student in his arms.

                “Now that’s out of the way, get that gui on.” Harold commanded, Thompson was blank face. “What? We aren’t finished the actual training, we have a provincial tournament coming up!”

                Sensei Harold lay back on the hotel bed, the tv was playing in the background. They had rented a copy of “Bareback Bears 3” from the online store. At the moment a hairy brute with a Mohawk was being spitroasted by two truckers. The truckers leaned over their cumbucket to make out.

                Any other evening, Harold would have been jerking off happily to the movie, but right now he was lying in bed with his top fighter riding his cock. Thompson was gripping his teacher’s legs as he fucked himself off of the thick cock, his own length slapping against the bottom of Harold’s gut. They had travelled for the tournament, and while the rest of the team took room pairings, Harold insisted that Thompson would share his room.

                “Come now boy, you can fuck harder than that. We need to tucker you out tonight so you can a good night’s rest for the tournament.” Harold explained, rubbing his student inner thigh.

                “Yes Sensei.” Thompson said, as he began to ride harder.