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Friday, April 11, 2025

[SS-1526] Post-Karate Swim


POST-KARATE SWIM

Growing up as a wimpy kid, and turning into a still wimpy adult, I easily get bullied and harrassed in the streets. One day, while walking in the streets, I was surrounded by a group of men who threatened to rob me.

Then a fit and muscular guy appeared and started beating them up. I gazed in awe as he executed martial arts tricks to knock out the men.

Thankful, I invited him for dinner. While talking, I learned he was a professional karatedo teaching at a dojo. Tired of being a push-over, I took his offer of going to his classes.

He was a good teacher. That was why I was fully engaged, attending night classes after work everyday. I found my body getting used to the moves and becoming stronger.


Also, I noticed myself being drawn to my teacher. He was encouraging and friendly to his students. I started dreaming of him, which was weird to me because I never considered myself gay or bisexual.

One day after karate class, the teacher invited me to a local pool where he cooled down. He booked a private pool and he insisted I swim with him.

My world rocked when he took of his clothes and left his designer flag trunks. He was such a sexy specimen. I found myself hard inside my swim shorts. He taught me basic floating skills. I am sure he saw my bulging shorts.

He smiled at me, "you know you're becoming good in karate, but you need confidence. Not just skills."

I nodded, "you're right. I wish I was as dominant like you."

"Then practice on me," he offered, "dominate me."

"Huh?"

"Use my body. Dominate me..." then he gave me a suggestive grin.

My body surrendered to the lust. I pulled down my shorts and pushed him down. I shoved my dick in his throat.

He moaned as he sucked me. This made me feel powerful. I started fucking his throat.

As I carried his big body, pulled his trunks, freed his hard cock, and fucked his hole while he squealed in delight and pain, I knew my confidence grew hundredfold.

"You're gonna be my bitch from now on," I declared to this surprisingly submissive muscular man.

He wimpered, "yesssiiirrr..."



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