Cool Fools 5: The First Date

“I know I should have told you, Ethan, as soon as I saw it,” said Kimora, “But I thought you would blame me for it. I really hope you guys believe me. You know me, Woody, lying’s not my thing.”
“Well…you did lie,” Woody said, “At first, you said you were happy for us, but now we find out that you still have a little grudge?”

“I’m sorry; I’m not bitter anymore. I swear. Seeing the kid beat up Ethan’s car brought me some perspective,” said Kimora, “Look, you can investigate all you want later, but I have a class to teach and you’re welcome to participate since you’re already dressed for it,” Kimora jogged back to the middle of the class, “Hey guys. We have two new students who will be joining us this evening. Why don’t you greet Woody and Ethan.” The kids bent their backs at a 90 degree angel to their legs and came back up. Ethan and Woody did the same and almost lost their balance.

“So we’re gonna keep on practicing our defense. And I need a volunteer,” Half a dozen students raised their hands eagerly, but Kimora pointed to the tallest person in the room, “Ethan, could you be my assistant?”

“What do I have to do?” Ethan asked unsurely.
“Oh, just try to attack me,” she said casually, “Come on up here, please.”
Ethan walked up to the front of the class and Kimora looked up and down, checking out the college boy’s form, “You see, kids, we have here a very tall, very strong looking guy. He seems imposing because he is muscular, and his back is straight and proper. He’s got great legs, very good balance. All around beefcake and total hunk. But his nerve endings are just the same as yours and mine, and if we strike at the right spot…” She hit him somewhere in the back and Ethan fell down on all fours, “He’ll go down like so…” The kids busted in raucous laughter, but Woody frowned at seeing his boyfriend crumble so ignominiously.

As Ethan got back on his feet and massaged his back, Kimora kept on talking, “Whether your opponent is a bully at school or a pickpocket out on the street, or a guy who stole your boyfriend…” Kimora eyed Ethan evilly, displaying a wicked little grin,“You can show them who’s who with these techniques.” She turned to Ethan and whispered into his ears, “Strike me.”

Ethan knew this wasn’t going to end well for him, but he feigned a slow punch at Kimora who grabbed a hold of his hand and bent his wrist and twisted his arm around his back and brought his chest down to his knees. “Make sure you bend your opponent’s wrist IN, not out. You will hurt him more that way, and possibly even break his wrist,” Ethan let out a scream as Kimora further twisted Ethan’s arm.

In his mind, Woody was definitely upset to see his boyfriend in pain and humiliation, but in his pants, there was no denying that he was getting a hard-on watching the superman of all supermen, Ethan White, being dominated by a girl. Soon, Kimora was demonstrating how to throw an opponent down. Using Ethan’s weight against him, Kimora flipped him over; Ethan landed with a loud smack on his back against the mat as Kimora proceeded to crush his throat with her knees. The kids laughed, seeing Ethan’s reddened face as he squirmed and kicked about on the mat, and Woody had to sit down on a bench in order to hide his growing erection. He couldn’t believe he how much he enjoyed seeing Ethan writhing in pain; it was a sick thing to watch, but extremely arousing. When Ethan finally stood back up, his jacket had loosened considerably, and Woody could see more of his finely built torso. If there was a body that could take Kimora’s abuse, Woody thought, it would definitely be Ethan’s.

“Finally, let’s put all these techniques together into one super move that will surely knock any opponent out,” said Kimora excitedly. Again she asked Ethan to strike her. Ethan grinned nervously, took in a deep breath, and mentally prepared himself for another beating, before throwing another punch. Again, Kimora grabbed his arm, twisted it, grabbed his other arm, twisted them together, then she got behind him and kicked the hinges of his legs to bring down his knees. He grunted with strained voice every time her knees struck his back. And soon his belt had completely loosened from his waist, and his shirt fell off his shoulders, revealing the spasm and straining muscles as he desperately tried to free himself. Ethan felt Kimora’s arms relax for a moment, but only to pick up his belt and tie it around his neck and choke him with it. The kids clapped and cheered at this seemingly innocent demonstration, and finally, Kimora had shoved her assistant face down on the mat. Panting heavily, his whole backside was burning red, his muscles in tight little knots. Ethan struggled to peel himself off the mat, but Kimora stomped her feet on his back, crushing him deeper into the ground.

“Okay, now, kids. Have your way with him!” All twelve kids charged at the body on the ground, tugging at Ethan’s legs, twisting his arms, stepping on his back, pulling at his ears…it reminded Woody of horror films where a guy falls behind the group and gets eaten by a pack of zombies.

As the kids had their fun picking at Ethan’s flesh, Kimora went over to Woody, beaming as she said, “Wow, Ethan’s being a really good sport about all this.”

“Yeah, he usually doesn’t back down on stuff like this…” Woody half-chuckled, half-scolded, “I know you’re still bitter and this is your revenge. But could you please make sure there’s enough pieces left of my boyfriend that I could bring home?”

Kimora nodded, her face solemn, “Now I know how much he cares for you. Some of the moves I did were about as powerful as I would have used in real life. I’m amazed he put up with so much. Ethan’s a great guy, I can definitely see that now, and I’m really happy for you. I mean it this time…”

“Then why do you look so sad?” asked Woody.
“Because before, I thought there was a chance you would take me back. But now I know, I could never compare to a guy like him.”

“No, listen,” Woody said, “You are the most amazing girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of dating, and yes, I was very worried when I found out that you cut yourself. But I know you’re a stronger girl now; I know you’ll soon find a greater guy than me. Hell, I know half the guys at school want to date you.”
“I really didn’t vandalize Ethan’s truck,” Kimora said. "You have to believe me."
“I know,” Woody nodded, “I believe you.”

Kimora stood up, and wiped away some tears from her eyes, as she shouted to the children, “Hey guys. Did you kill him yet?”
“NO!” They all screamed.
“Okay, then. Continue!”
“Help me, Sherwood!” bellowed Ethan, “Too many kids on top. I’m claustrophobic. HELP, PLEASE!”
“Help you?” laughed Woody, running to the site of chaos, “Hell, I’m join in!”
And with that, a couple of kids moved out of the way as Woody dog-piled on the college senior.

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Walking out of Martial Masters, with his arm around Ethan’s waist, Woody helped his bruised and battered boyfriend across the street. But as they approached the motorcycle, Woody stopped and asked, “I always loved downtown at night. Wanna walk around?”

Ethan nodded slowly, and produced a smile that stretched from ear to ear. The two love birds, arm in arm, passed the motorcycle but continued down the block. They walked under many beautiful stroping lights of all sorts of colors, immersed in soft music provided by the street musicians; they took in the spectacular scent of coffee by the cafes on every corner. They could almost taste the steak roasting in the fine diners. There were lots of high school and college couples walking about, most too preoccupied with themselves to notice Woody and ethan. But others did notice them, but most did not seem to care. An even smaller number of couples did notice and did care, but the important thing was...Woody was too smitten, too entranced in Ethan's blue eyes…to be bothered by those extraneous people.

“What you did…that was the sweetest…and sexiest…thing I’ve ever seen,” said Woody, “Letting Kimora take out her frustration on you, so she wouldn’t have to hurt herself. God, Ethan, you’re the most amazing guy I’ve ever known, and I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore. I am so proud to be seen with you. I love you so much, Ethan.”

“I love you more, Sherwood! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Standing by a trickling water fountain under soft street lights next to violinist playing a romantic tune, they swung their arms around each other to cover the bodies from the cold elements, and they brought warmer elements from the lips and tongue together, and kissed passionately.

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Woody pushed aside his doubts tonight. All he wanted was to repay Ethan for his valiance and nobleness. He wanted to show how much he respected Ethan, how much more he had fallen in love with him during the last couple of hours. Woody began the foreplay by stroking up the beautiful lengths of Ethan’s arms, trying to undo the damage that was done earlier. Now rubbing his broad square shoulders, loving the feel of Ethan’s muscles under his palms…then stroking gently on his throat…the throat that was crushed earlier by Kimora’s knees. Woody felt the Adam’s apple go up as Ethan swallowed down excess saliva. The younger man enjoyed the firm feel and sweet taste of Ethan’s chest, sucking on the knobbiness of his nickel-sized areolas. Woody couldn’t get enough of his lover’s body; it took 22 years of hard, determined effort the create and maintain this perfect physique. Woody adored everything about the man—his defined abs that still felt so soft to the touch, the hair of Ethan’s legs that brushed against his chins as they engaged in foreplay, and especially that big, beautiful thing that towered between his legs.

Without hesitation, Woody reached for his lover’s cock and dove head-first at it. Woody closed his eyes as he felt the manmeat between his tongue and upper palate, pushing it further down the oral cavity. Soon, straggly hair tickled Woody’s nose, and he opened his eyes in total amazement. He had engulfed all of Ethan’s endowment, actually deep-throating him…and it only took one try. Woody recalled Reed’s 7 incher that caused him to gag halfway down. But at this moment, he was stuffing Ethan’s full 9 inch down his throat and felt totally fine. How was this possible? What made all the difference?

“Dang, Sherwood! I thought you said you weren’t any good,” Ethan gasped, “I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me all this time…Oh GOD…Whoaa…” Ethan returned to undecipherable moans and sighs as Woody began to juggle Ethan’s balls in one hand and fingered Ethan’s navel with another.

To Woody, nothing tasted better than the coat of precum leaking out of Ethan’s cock…except for perhaps the hot, thick jizz that he would soon taste for the first time. The thought of savoring the succulent treat made Woody suck more furiously, yank at Ethan’s balls harder, poke deeper at the erogenous navel…until Ethan began bucking his hips uncontrollably, signaling the ejaculation that would soon come…and finally it did…It didn’t spray in several squirts…No, it streamed out like a firefighter’s water-hose, filling Woody’s mouth so fast, he gulped down mouthfuls and still had juices dripping from his lips. Woody desperately, hungrily lapped the entire spilled product, refusing to let any of Ethan’s passionate essence go to waste.

Slowly, Woody climbed back to meet Ethan’s eyes and kissed him, letting Ethan taste his own sweet-and-sour treat. “Was I any good?” Woody asked, afraid to hear the answer.
“Did my penis bust your eardrum?” Ethan snorted, “My god, did you not hear me scream like a little damsel in distress. Jesus, Sherwood, I don’t think I’ve ever received a better head!”

And then Woody understood the difference between sucking Reed’s cock and sucking Ethan’s…it was the biggest different of all: the person.
“Fuck me," sighed Woody. "I need you to fuck me now. Make me pay for being such a hard-ass on the date."

“Honey, I’m sorry. But I’ve been beaten up by a girl today. And just moments ago, I spilt all I had saved up the last week and half…I really want too, but it’s physically impossible for me to make love to you tonight,” Ethan said, “Unless you’re willing to make love to me…I’ve been dying to have you inside me, Woody. I so desperately need your beautiful cock fill me up.” Before Woody could give a proper response, Ethan quickly added, “I got an enema bag in the shower. I promise it’ll get everything out that you’re afraid of…”

Woody thought about it for a moment. No apprehension, no fear, no doubt about anything could undo his need, his want, his desire to please his lover. Woody winked, “I’m ready when you are!”

And with that, Ethan hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Woody waited anxiously, turning on the TV so his mind wasn’t filled with images of Ethan taking care of the nasty business which may cause him to change his mind. Ten minutes or so later, Woody could hear, “Sherwood, come take a shower with me.”
Shower = clean. And that was all Woody cared about. Immediately, he hopped off the bed and went into the steamy bathroom and began to strip off.