Com *****Karate MasterBy Tom Cup “Why do I have to go?” I asked mom for the fiftieth time. This time she didn’t answer. I knew of course the r...asons she would give: I was always moping around the house; I needed a male role model since my father wasn’t around, and (the every so convincing) it would be good for me. I wanted mom to admit that the real reason she wanted me to take karate was that she, like myself, was beginning to suspect that I might be gay.I wouldn’t have used those words. Yeah, homework.”“In your underwear?” Mickey asked, even as he felt blood rushing into his penis.“Well, yes, sir. We dancers do a lot of things in our underwear these days,” said, moving gracefully into the kitchen. “May I sit down please?”Mickey nodded, and she eased into the kitchen chair next to him, but in the same motion took a firm hold of his cock.“So what subject is this?” Mickey asked.“Math,” she replied, looking him straight in the eye. “The equation is 14 will get you 20 but 15 will. I could feel the heat rise in my face, 'Oh, I think you know that already', she boomed out, and we both laughed a typical girls laugh, so she liked to watch the boys shower too.Then without warning she grabbed my hand and took me into another out building, and as we went through the door, I could see there were beds, it looked like a dormitory.Like my room it was darkish, but as my eyes became accustomed, saw the same boys who had been showering below my window, they were still nude and lying. He’d been with her enough that she knew he was aware of the difference between going first or second or third in her day since she rotated them regularly. He made no comment or complaint; a wise young man.She wiggled her firm upward pointing breasts at him, asking for some attention. His eyes had been closed, apparently savoring the sensations he was getting but her motion popped them open and he soon began teasing those hard knobs with his tongue and lips and teeth, bringing her to her first.