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Taekwondo

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Taekwondo by AaronaI was in Secondary school, and was about 15 years old. Every Saturday, I would attend a martial arts session, where we learnt the Korean martial art of Taekwondo. I had been doing so since secondary one, and had developed quite a well-toned body. Every week, I would attend the two-hour session with dozens of other adolescents, all male, and I secretly reveled in the presence of developing, muscular, sweating bodies all around me. We would start off in clean traditional uniforms, which was a white shirt with no buttons, open at the front, the two sides tied together using a belt. And the trousers were loose, tied using string, with slits down the sides from the waist for movement. As the sessions progressed, the uniforms would be in disarray, and many times the shirts will open, revealing chests beaded with sweat, heaving, and nipples, stiff. Occassionally the trousers would come undone, and someone would be hobbling around with his underwear revealed, soaked and with the dick clearly outlined. The most enjoyable times were before and after class, when everyone would change in full view of everyone else, and wet shirts and trousers would be stripped off, followed by sticky underwear. Young dicks to teenage ones would hang around, dangling, and it's erotic to note the development of pubic hair. The small boys would have less, a fringe around their dicks, while the older boys would have almost fully-developed pubic hair, dense, wiry and curling up their tense abs. The sizes of the penises ranged from small to enormous. There was a boy, I remember, with a huge dick, its head rounded and knobbly, the shaft bent in a thick arc. His balls were sperical bobs which wobbled from side to side, and his enormous mass of pubic hair ran wildly up his abdomen to join with the balck chest hair on his massive chest, with two taut nipples. I would masturbate after sessions, at home. One day, the instructor told me to stay back while the others went for a run. As the gym door closed, he told me that he wanted to examine my muscle development, as it was essential towards the perfectment of the techniques. I took off my shirt, and he started prodding my drenched body, feeling my chest and circling my erect nipples. He was a big, hunky man, with massive biceps and thighs when he is wearing normal clothes. But he never changed together with us, and it was a fantasy to imagine him undressed. As he felt my back, running his hands along my wide shoulders, he said," Take off your pants. I want to examine the lower abs." I untied the strings, and the trousers slipped. I stood in my underwear, my dick starting to get large as I saw him pressing my abdominals. Fingering my navel, he used his other hand to softly slide over my tight waist. After some time, I was fully erect, my dick straining inside the white, wet briefs, the shape clearly outlined against the fabric. Without saying anything, he tugged the briefs down, and my cock sprung up, red, throbbing, veins pulsating, sweat-beaded. "You're excited," he murmured, as he slowly took my cock in his hand and rubbed the shaft. The other hand caressed my balls, jiggling them and pinching the tight scrotum. I moaned, and he moved closer to me, pressing his massive body against my cock. His hands moved towards my back, and parted the lips of my muscled buns, probing the soft, sensitive flesh. After a while of this, I pushed him back and untied his trousers. "I'll do it," he replied, and he pulled his shirt off, revealing the biggest pectorals, two-lined abs, and perfect nipples stiffly flushed. Curls of hair in a line from the belly extended into his jock. He deliberately pulled it down, and a thick, veiny penis, 7 inches at least, stiff as a sentinel sprang up and saluted me. The shaft was flesh-purple, ribbed, thick and shiny, and the head was uncut, the flap of skin straining away from the two mauve lips of the glans. His balls hung heavy from a rough, hairy scrotum, and they were sculpted like basketballs. Unable to resist, I grabbed his cock and started pumping it, relishing the sliding of his uncut skin over the huge, rounded head. The sound was like using a lubricated glove over a knobbed rod, and it was extremely erotic. He grabbed my cock and pumped it too, and we stood close together, moaning, perspiring, and jerking each other. He rubbed me with increasing speed, and I moaned as my muscles tightened and my dick filled with more blood, his fingers enveloped around it, rubbing furiously along my shaft, banging up against my big, purple penis head. All of a sudden, I came, and the white, sticky semen squirted straight up, shooting all over his abs. I gave a loud moan of joy, then I bent down and started licking my gooey jism off him. His sweaty dick banged all over my face as I slurped his groin, full of a manly, musky smell. Then, I took his cock into my mouth and deep-throated him, the whole throbbing, hot, veiny shaft inside my mouth, the big head rubbing against the back of my throat. In and out, in and out we went, him thrusting his wet pelvis in accelerating rhythmic motion, moaning and grunting while sweat dripped from his chest, until he suddenly came, the cock jerking and expanding inside my mouth, and shot a huge load of hot, sticky sperm. I swallowed the warm, fresh jism, then licked his cock, sucking, for the remaining gooey fluid. After some stroking, we put on the uniforms and waited for the others to return from the jog. It was an unforgettable session, and we had a few more after that. A hot stud of a teacher can bring unforgettable surprises!