1. Knowledge Itself is Power


    Date: 8/7/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Warrior_Ink, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    happened in the last hour is based on something real... I didn't know what any of it meant yet. I would need to talk to Kieran somehow; the real one. As much as I knew that I needed to, I didn't actually want to. This is part of the reason why I'm not good at opening up about my feelings. I'm too worried about how I might be received. My hand was forced when Kieran asked me to demonstrate for the Youth Karate Class. I was Kieran's sparring partner for most of the lesson, and I was able to demonstrate some of the higher level karate techniques at Kieran's request. I don't know if Kieran is a better martial artist than I am, but he certainly is a better showman. The Aneros toy spent the night tucked away safely in my pocket. The memory of my lucid fantasy put me in a different frame of mind while dealing with Kieran. It doesn't happen to me very often, but it's always been about something very important to me when it does. I tried to control my thoughts, but the memories - albeit manufactured ones - were always at the forefront of my mind. The lesson was a success, but I lost a good bit of my self-control at the end. I hid in one of the bathroom stalls while the kids packed their things and left, but it was only a matter of time before Kieran was going to come into the restroom to change. The dojo has shower stalls with individual partitions, a lot like the kind you see at the Y. I went into one of those and desperately tried to rub one out. I made it, but it didn't help me ...
    nearly as much as I wanted it to. My erection was refusing to subside, and I was in agony. With some trepidation, I thought about the Aneros toy. My physical state was much too conspicuous to sneak out of the dojo without Kieran noticing something. To top it off, I was wearing gym shorts. Dressed like that, I couldn't exactly tuck it into the waistband. I had only just inserted the Aneros when the door to the restroom opened. No! I thought. I can't do it like this... I am not a flasher! It was too late. Kieran walked in. He's already told you all about how that story ended. "Please don't tell anyone about this," I asked. "I'll think about it," Kieran replied. "For now, you can borrow a pair of shorts." "Do you have a spare?" "No, but I can drive home in my gi." I got a sudden nasty suspicion that those shorts wouldn't be spending as much time on my legs as they would on my face. Huh... where did that come from? I wondered. Trying to regain some of my composure, I thanked him. "Just don't mention it to anyone, Keegan. I really mean that. It would be a big problem for us if anyone came in and saw you like this." "I know that, and I won't," I assured him. I hadn't actually thought of it that way, but eventually I decided that I would not regret anything that had happened. "Just... hurry up and get cleaned up. You need to change." I did as I was asked. Stepping out of my soiled shorts, I took another shower. My legs were still shaking, and I realized something. That was probably the ...