Gary was big on football, and tailgating, and drinking. But that was about all there was to him. Or at least, allI’dseen. You could throw “fucking around” just about anywhere in that lineup, and he would be good with that, too, I guessed.
I had already decided that we didn’t have enough in common to make a relationship work but fooling around didn’t seem exactly like abadidea, especially in the moment. I just felt kind of… cheap… to be fucking with him in a storage closet. It seemed so damn stereotypical. A part of me wanted to make an excuse and walk away, forget that he’d even sat next to me in class. Aaaaaand… then he was unzipping my jeans, and I knew I wasn’t walkinganywhere. He began sucking sloppy kisses along my neck, roughly pushing my shirt collar aside as his hand dipped beneath by underwear and he began fisting my length.
“You like it a little fast and rough, right Devereaux?” he whispered in my ear, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. I jumped at the bite, his teeth causingwaymore sting than I was interested in.
“Ouch! Fuck!” I said, jerking away from him, one of my hands flying to my ear. Who did he think he was, fucking Mike Tyson? I rubbed my early gently, trying to soothe the sting.
“Dude, notthatrough…” I said.
I saw a shadow pass across his face.
“Shit, Kaine, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” I could see the genuine regret in his eyes, and I felt bad for putting it there. Just because he and I weren’t meant to be forever loves didn’t mean he wasn’t an okay guy after all.
“It’s okay, babe,” I said, turning my attention back to him and smiling. “Let’s just go a little easier…”
I saw his face brighten as I smiled at him, and inwardly shrugged. For some reason, people went ape shit over my smile. Hell, if I even knew why. It got me out of a lot of trouble, and into a lot of pants… speaking of which…
I rubbed my palm along his body, gentle kisses playing across his neck and chest.
“Mmmmm…” I groaned. “I dosolove your muscles…”
I grabbed hold of his t-shirt and untucked it from his pants, bunching up the fabric towards his neck so I could reach his chest. He had small brown nipples that were standing at attention, and I leaned in and flicked my tongue across the stiffened flesh before nibbling gently at them.
“Fuck, Kaine!” He almost shouted. “That feels so fucking good…”
“If you think that feels good, just wait until you see this…” I teased. I slip my hand inside his track pants and gripped his stiff cock. He already had a wet spot at the tip of his dick, and I used the fluid as natural lube to stroke him up and down.
“Oh, god…” he sighed. “You have magic fingers.”
I grinned. That was one I’d never been told before.
I teased him gently, my hand caressing the hard length of his dick. He let his head fall backwards and land against a shelf. There wasn’t much room in the storage closet to begin with, and with the two of us in here, it was even more cramped.
I stroked him quickly but firmly, twisting my wrist a bit as I wrapped my hand around his cock head. I felt him shudder under my touch, and I felt a little rush of satisfaction run through my veins.This. This I knew how to do. I might not know how to run my life, or how to solve all my problems, but I did know how to make a man go crazy with need.
He shivered again, and before I could think his eyes were practically rolling back in his head and he was shooting thick stripes of cum across the enclosed space.
I managed to twist out of the way so he didn’t blow his load all over me, but it was a near thing. We stood there for a minute, Gary gasping and me feeling utterly unsatisfied.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to— I should have given you more warning…” he said, looking at me sheepishly.
“It’s okay,” I insisted. “Really.”
The alarm on my phone chose that moment to beep and we both jumped.Shit. I was supposed to be at the dojo to help teach a class in twenty minutes.
“I gotta go,” I said, glad for the excuse not to have him reciprocate.
“But you didn’t—” he began.
“Next time,” I assured him hurriedly, before zipping my pants back up and slipping out of the closet.
I made it to the dojo with barely enough time to change into mygiand step onto the mats. Agiwas the uniform that martial arts participants wore for training and competition. It included a pair of loose pants and a jacket-like top that was secured with a belt. Belt colors were symbolic of levels of advancement in martial arts. White belts were the lowest level, those with no experience or training. Colors varied from there, depending on the type of martial art you were learning, but typically advanced from white to yellow, yellow to orange, orange to green, green to purple, purple to red, red to brown, and brown to black.
I bowed to the flag, bowed to the senior instructor, who also happened to be one of my mothers, Mama K, and called for the students to line up.
Mama K was short and petite, which led many of her opponents to underestimated her. Today she had her long, curly dark hair pulled back into a braid at the base of her neck and it hung almost to her hips. She stood at the front of the dojo running the students through their warm-up drills. I was going to be running this class, as I was working my way up to senior instructor certification.
This was a class in tae kwan do. At D&K Martial Arts, everyone started out as a white belt, no matter what their experience was at any other dojo. Advancement was earned based on effort, skill and discipline. This was an open class that mixed varied experience levels. We had everything from newbies to regionally ranked black belts that attended this class.
