‘Yame!’ Sensei called. ‘Switch legs!’ The entire dojo sighed in relief, then circle-stepped quickly to the other side, everyone striving to ma...e this one perfect. Sensei grabbed his shinai and began circulating around the room with the other black belts. The shinai, a bamboo sword that made a loud cracking sound on contact, was more a reminder than any kind of real threat. Sensei Tom liked to pretend he was hard on us, that one day he might actually take out someone’s knee to punish a weak. Wordlessly, I slithered from the loveseat and put my body on the soft carpet. He got on his knees and I opened my legs. ‘Did you cum?’ he asked breathy through a sly grin. I nodded, panting, and closed my eyes. He did not hesitate on re-entry as he reached a hand up, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my head up. He kissed me hard as I moaned into his mouth. My hands went to his back. He still had on his white beater. I pulled it up to give my nails access to run along his skin. He rose. For some reason, he didn't want me to see his face, or at least, didn't want me to be able to recognize him on the street. I did as I was told and then cleaned myself off. He told me to get in front of him to wash his cock and balls one more time. On my knees I did just that, and felt something hit my face from the wrong angle. "I hope you don't mind boy, but I needed to relieve myself and figured your face wouldn't mind it at all."His dark golden stream blasted my face and as I tried to pull. The lack of operational flying also gave him a chance to become more familiar with the surrounding area and once, he ventured as far as Arras on a borrowed motorcycle. He had hoped to find his old regiment in reserve near the town but they had moved on to another part of the front. Rumour had them back in the Ypres salient and he felt a pang of guilt over his comfortable existence.If it hadn't been for the muttering of the guns as both sides' artillery indulged in the morning 'hate, ' the war.