Sensei Harold

by johnnyk

20 Jan 2018 958 readers Score 9.2 (34 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


                Keegan was a tall fellow, standing around 6 foot 3 when his back was straight, all the men in his family were like that. His blonde hair was kept short, and a nice trimmed mustache, he wore it well for a 26 year old. He’s been a member of Sensei Harold’s club for over three years, and while he wasn’t one of the thick power houses like a few of his judokas, his lean body was all muscle. His toned pecs had a dusting of faint chest hair. Keegan had the look of a man in his prime.

                And yet at the moment his fidgeting and discomfort made him look like a child. Giving his chest a scratch through the opening of his gui. The club were kneeling down at the end of the class, waiting for everyone to settle down so Sensei Harold would give the final words. Keegan looked over his Master, throat closing up in a gulp. Turning his head just a few inches, he looked at the blue belts. From the corner of his eye he could see his fellow Judoka Thompson, the young fighter was joking around with Jack. He couldn’t even tell that Keegan was watching him from the green belts.

                Keegan looked back at his knees, waiting for the class to end, feeling his dick growing semi hard. Everyone in the club was acting normal, talking and taking a breather after a long intense exercise. None of them knew what happened, ignorant to what transpired in the club last class. Keegan’s eyes darted to the mats, looking at the spot where he witnessed Sensei Harold and Thompson.

                A few nights ago, Keegan was halfway home before he realized he forgot his wallet. Grumbling, he turned around and jogged the three blocks back to the college. Back at the club he rummaged through his locker, grabbing hold of the wallet and turning to leave. That’s when he heard it; the deep shudder of a baritone voice. Keegan froze in place, looking around the locker room. Was someone hurt? Everyone should have left by now. The young judoka heard it again, coming from the dojo, what he found inside made his jaw drop.

                Sprawled out naked on the mat was Thompson, fingers digging into the rubber trying to grab hold of something while Sensei Harold pounded his ass. Thompson’s eyes were closed as he let out another pleasurable moan, Keegan couldn’t take his eyes off of Harold’s thick powerful back, glistening with sweat as he fucked his student. The dumbfounded student didn’t know how to take the scene, he didn’t even think they were gay, let alone into each other! How long has this been going on? Did anyone else know? So much went through his mind, but one realization was pushing everything back.

                This was fucking hot! Keegan pulled his phone out and turned on the camera. He held it out as the red light blinked on the screen, his free hand rubbing his erection through his jeans. Keegan wished he could move to the front and get a view of Harold’s hairy chest and face. But he didn’t think they would be ok with his peeping. Keegan’s pervy mind kept reassuring himself that this was alright. “If they didn’t want people to watch, they would have went to a more discreet place, or their home!” Keegan thought, rubbing his tent. The peeping tom continue to record the two men, wishing to pull out his cock and jerk off, but worried they’d hear his zipper.

                The two kept on fucking, Harold’s pace was getting faster and grunting harder. Keegan stifled a shudder as the two men came together. The Peeper slipped out quietly with phone and wallet in hand. When he got home, the young scamp flung himself in bed and jerked off to the video. Once he came, the regret of watching swam over Keegan. He felt ashamed for watching his sensei fuck Thompson, knowing it was wrong.

                But he couldn’t delete the video. In the days leading up to the next class Keegan would jerk off to the video, feel bad after cumming, and watch his thumb wave over the delete button, giving up after a minute. He replayed this lust and regret over the next three days. The thought that the video was on his phone in the locker all class made him nervous and horny. After spending the class with a half chub, he convinced himself he’ll delete the video when he got home.

                After one more jerk off session.

                When the class ended and all the judokas left for the locker room, Keegan was standing next to his locker as he undid his belt to change. When he pulled the top of his gui off, he felt a presence behind him. A deep snarling base rumbled behind him.

                “Keegan, I want to see you in my office.” Sensei Harold commanded, nothing in that statement suggested it was a question. The next command nearly made Keegan shit himself. “And bring your phone.”

                “Shit, shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!” Keegan was screaming in his head, hand shaking over the phone. He knows! How does he know? What’s he going to do? What’s he going to say? Keegan couldn’t say no to his Sensei, he had to come forward with everything. Not even changing or putting his top back on, the guilty judoka walked past his classmates shirtless to Harold’s office, the dirty evidence in hand.

                Keegan stepped into Harold’s office; a small room with an old desk, two chairs, a locker for the teacher’s gear, and a wall of trophies and pictures. At the moment Harold had folded his black belt and gently placed it in the locker, his gui hung loosely over his body, hairy belly pushing out between the fabric. Even though Keegan was only an inch or two shorter than his master, his cold hard glare made him feel like a child.

                Harold was standing at full height over his student, one hand extended for the phone. Keegan meekly unlocked his phone and handed it over. Sensei Harold began to watch the video, his face not changing as he watched his very own porn video. Keegan found it terrifying and strange as the bearded face kept stone cold while moans and grunts came from the phone. Other than that the room was dead silent.

                Sensei Harold stopped the video around the time he was about to cum, Keegan couldn’t see what he was doing, but assumed he was deleting the video. When the instructor was finished he put the phone on the desk behind him, and just stared back at his student.

                “Do you have any explanation?”

                “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me!” Keegan began to blather, “I just heard you two in the room and stopped thinking, I didn’t plan on peeping, I never even knew you two were gay! I know it was wrong, and if you want to kick me out then I understand. But please don’t call the cops or get me kicked out of school, please I’ll do anything!” He begged, legs shivering under him. Sensei Harold kept quiet throughout the entire confession, when at the end did it warrant a single eye brow raise.

                “You mean it?” Sensei stepped forward, inches away from his babbling student. Keegan tried to take a step back but the bigger man took a firm grip of his arm, keeping him in place. There was mere inches between them, and Keegan could feel the heat radiating off of his master. Harold looked into his eyes, took a single lick of his lips. “You’ll do anything to stay out of trouble?” There was hunger in his eyes, Keegan just stared at him as he realized what was going on.

                “Y…yeah, I’ll do anything.” Keegan mumbled as his Sensei pulled him close, his slim frame pressed against Harold’s robust body, thick chest hair rubbing against this skin. Harold wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him close, locking lips in a rough kiss. Keegan’s heart skipped a beat before he fell in line, slipping his tongue into his master’s mouth. Harold slipped off his gui and threw it into the locker behind him. The older man’s hands slipped down Keegan’s muscular back, grabbing hold of his toned ass.

                Keegan could finally feel the girth of his master grinding against his own, it was monstrous in comparison. Keegan had never seen it before other than through his gui bottoms, Harold always changed in his office. But tonight he would see it all in erect glory.

                Sensei Harold pulled Keegan over to his desk, sitting down in his chair. Keegan was shoved down onto his knees as his master’s legs were spread. His head was a cock level, eyes locked onto the huge tent. His master didn’t move, just continue to watch him, the student understood what was expected of him. Delicately he undid the straps of his master’s pants and pulled the cock free. Keegan just stared at the massive glory for a few moments before his sensei grabbed hold of his head, forcing him to take the thick length whole. Keegan gave a little gag as the large cockhead push down his throat, his nose and lips pushing into his Master’s stomach. He could smell the nice aroma of his master after a workout, which even made his own cock leak. Harold gave his head a little pat, softness that took Keegan off guard.

                “Good boy, took it like a champ.” Harold said, letting his student bob up and down his cock. Keegan was enamored with the cock in front of him, slobbering over its length as his teacher’s cockhead pressed against the back of his throat. His hands began to rub his sensei’s chest, squeezing the hairy mounds of muscle and fat.

                The swift kick came out of nowhere, it didn’t hurt, but there was enough force to send Keegan under the desk. He let out a quiet gasp and was about to say something when Harold wheeled the chair in behind the desk, trapping him inside.

                “Hey we still have to go over the funding for flights.” It was Jamie, one of the older brown belts, who stepped into the office. Jamie deals with the club’s finances, so he was working overdrive for the next tournament.  “I have the flights booked, but we need to pick the hotel and the room selection. Wait, wasn’t Keegan in here?”

                “He’s off, busy at the moment.” Harold explained, Keegan could feel one of his master’s legs wrap around his back. With a quick shove Keegan toppled over, his face mashed into the spit covered cock. He got the message loud and clear.

                As Keegan went back to sucking off his master, Jamie and Harold discussed finances and hotel bookings. He was shocked that Harold went on like nothing was happening, looking over prices as he was serviced. The fear of being caught by Jamie was combined with how hot the thrill made him feel. He slipped his own cock out of his gui bottoms and started jerking off slowly. Harold finally chose where they were going to stay and gave instructions to who was going to drive, Jamie took notes and said his good byes.

                “And when you leave, could you lock the door? I need to change.” Harold asked, Jamie gave the thumbs up and locked the door. Harold didn’t move until he heard Jamie leave the locker room. “So did you like that boy? Sucking me off while Jamie was here?” He pushed away from the desk, his cock slipping out of the young man’s mouth. Keegan crawled over, already addicted to his master’s girth.

                Harold took hold of Keegan’s hair, holding his face near his crotch. With a snarl Harold took hold of the base of his cock and started to swing. Keegan kept his mouth open as his face was slapped repeatedly with the thick cock, cheeks being splattered with spit and pre.

                “But I bet you’d like that, to have Jamie watch you suck my cock. You like pervs and voyeurism right? You like to videotape, so how about someone watches you!” Harold snarled, slapping his cock against his abused student. Keegan moaned an answer as his tongue lapped against the girth.

                Before he knew it Harold leaned over and tucked his meaty hands under Keegan’s armpits, lifting him up in the air. Keegan was spun in the air and bent over the desk. Keegan shuddered as his master gave a swift tug of his pants, the white gui bottoms dropping to his ankles. Harold slipped his own off as he rummaged into his desk. Before Keegan could say anything two thick fingers were shoved into his ass, both covered in cold gel. Harold fingered his student over and over, slipping another finger in as it became easier. Keegan gripped the end of the desk, stifling a moan. He was half afraid / half wishing that Jamie might come back from the noise. Harold gave his butt a few spanks with his free hand before tearing open a condom packet.

                “Getting pounded on a desk should sate you, perv.” Harold snarled before pushing his member in between Keegan’s asscheeks. The student let out a deep moan as every length of his master’s cock slipped inside. Harold intrusion was slow, but he never stopped until the base of his crotch pressed against the young rump. Keegan felt his sensei lean over, his plump belly pressing down onto his back, the heat of the older man enveloping his student. “There, a nice fit, you were made for this boy.” Harold whispered into Keegan’s ear before giving it a nibbled. The young judoka shuddered as his master’s beard scratch against his neck.

                Slowly Sensei Harold pushed against the tight hole, getting his trapped student use to his size. Keegan moaned out loud as he was fucked by the thickness. He could barely breathe with most of his master’s weight on top of him, who slipped all the way out to his cockhead before pushing back to the base. Harold was grunting like a wild beast, clearly enjoying Keegan’s ass. He rubbed the student’s shoulders and back as he fucked him, picking up speed. The thrusts were becoming more forceful too, his hairy balls slapping hard against his ass.

                “You like that perv! Getting fucked on my desk!” Harold growled as he pounded him, “This is what you wanted, to be my little fucktoy!” Keegan was howling in ecstasy by this point, not caring if anyone was left in the dojo. Was this how Thompson felt, as Harold fucked him on the mats? Not caring about the world around them, or who would come upon their love making. He couldn’t think straight through the pleasure, how Sensei’s cock kept ramming into his prostate, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.

                “Tell me how much you want this!” Harold commanded, thrusting hard.

                “I want this! Fuck me master!” Keegan wailed, Harold leaned over and grabbed him by the hair. Sensei pulled his head back, pressing his bearded cheek against his students.

                “Now tell the camera how much you like it!” Harold yelled, pointing at the cabinet near the door. Keegan went wide eyed, on the shelf near the door was a cell phone, the little light on the front flicked to show it was recording. Keegan was silent, other than the groans of mid-sex. “Say it boy!”

“I love it, fuck me harder!”

“You love getting watched don’t you?!”

“Yes!” Keegan yelled, the payback was too much, he was loving each and every thrust of punishment from his master. With one last groan the judoka started to cum under the table, Sensei Harold didn’t let up, even with a squeezing hole. He was fucking the cum out of the boy and Keegan loved it.

Like a rutting bear, Sensei gave a few more hard thrusts before sinking it home. He groaned and stayed inside his student, Keegan knew he was cumming. Even as he filled up the condom, the brute of a sensei would still give small thrusts, grunting deeply as he nuzzled against his student.

When he finally finished, Harold laid on top of Keegan for a few moments before pulling out. Tossing the condom in the trash, he walked over to the phone and finished recording. Keegan just laid there, legs too exhausted to pull himself up. His master came back to the desk and pulled him into his lap. Harold gave the young judoka a bear hug as he made out with him, Keegan straddled his lap as they kissed, still in bliss.

Keegan had let his guard down in the embrace, and didn’t see the attack coming. Harold swung hard, and his student let out a yelp as his master began to spank him. One arm wrapped around him to keep Keegan in place as his bottom was assaulted. When Sensei Harold finished, he gave one red cheek a tender squeeze, watching Keegan flinch. A little grin broke the stern Sensei’s face.

“It’s rude to videotape and peep, don’t do it anymore.” Harold said, giving Keegan a kiss. The student nodded as he got off his teacher. The two men picked up their guis and got dressed. Keegan bowed to his master before leaving the dojo.

Keegan walked home in silence, mulling over what happened, finding it hard to believe that he was just office fucked by his master. Keegan never figured out how Sensei Harold spotted him peeping. He didn’t even check if he was kicked out of the club, but Keegan assumed not, you don’t fuck someone like that and leave a kick out hanging. Before he made it a block away his phone vibrated. Pulling it out, he discovered a text message from a new number.

Opening it up, Keegan desperately slammed the mute button as a video played with a loud moan. It was the video of Harold fucking him. Looking at the message, he discovered that there was a previous video sent out; but from his phone. Keegan stood on the sidewalk in shock. Harold didn’t delete the first video, he sent it to his own phone. His master just video swapped, and a new message came through as he watched.

 “We’re going to do this again.”