Chapter 1 Fighting for You 1

Ethan is a shy, withdrawn guy who recently joined the school's judo team. Justin is a black belt who helps the coach teach the new students. Although Ethan and Justin don't get along right off the bat, everything goes smoothly until something unexpected happens in the middle of training.

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Ethan

I stare at him right in front of me. I’m not the happiest person in the world about being paired with him for this test. He knows it. Justin Ashmore has been on my case since the first day I walked into this school. I was tired of being a nobody stuck in a corner in this huge high school, so when the opportunity to join the judo team came up a few months ago, I signed up right away.

I think he didn’t like me from the moment he saw me, and he’s been tormenting me ever since. According to him, I never have the right posture, I’m never at the ideal weight, I never execute the techniques correctly...

There was a day I got home and, I admit, I cried out of pure rage. But today is my big chance. A personal confrontation between the two of us. I’m going to take him down, even if he is a black belt and I know the coach explained he can’t use his full strength against me. And even though Justin is one of the most experienced guys here and always helps the coach with our training, this is the first time he’s sparring with me like this.

I wait for the coach to signal the start. I see a little smirk at the corner of Justin’s mouth. I shouldn’t let that irritate me, and I won’t. We begin the match. Justin takes me down on my first attempt to pin him.

He smiles and says:

“You’ve gotta be better than that, Hopkins.”

He’s provoking me, trying to make me lose control, but I just get up and try again. I even manage to hold him for a while with my technique, but he quickly counters, and I’d say he’s fighting as if we were the same belt level.

I’m not going to let that bother me. If he’s doing this, it’s because he’s worried about losing and having to admit I’m as good as he imagines. I push myself even harder. He uses more force. He takes me down, pins me again, then counters. I end up underneath him. I swear he laughs again, and now that pisses me off. I’m pinned under him, he applies even more pressure, I move and try to find a way to escape and attack him again. He presses his body harder against mine. I feel his weight, his body rubbing against me...

Damn, this...

Feels good.

I snap back to reality and use all my strength to break free, managing it with a lot of effort. But I barely have time to breathe before he’s back on top, pinning me underneath him again. Shit. I think he sees the desperation on my face not because of the fight, but because of something else. I’m rock hard down here. I really hope he doesn’t notice.

I take a deep breath, trying to get free and keep him away from that part of my body, both so he won’t notice and so I don’t feel that good sensation every time we rub against each other even more. Until I surrender not to what I intended, but to something else.

And he keeps going, completely unaware of what he’s doing, leaving me weaker and weaker until I cum. I even close my eyes for a second. I think he notices, and maybe he even feels it, because he stops and just stares at me, frozen.

Have you ever felt in your life like the world has ended for you? Like if you stopped existing right at that moment, it would actually be a huge blessing?

Well, that’s exactly how I feel right now as Justin stares at me in shock, with me still underneath him. He sees my face looking back at him, just as surprised as he is. And he definitely feels what just happened too.

He gets off me now, still staring. I stand up and don’t really look at anyone. I’m trying not to look at Justin, who could rat me out at any moment and ruin my life. I glance at him he still looks a bit dazed and fix my judogi as I head straight to the bathroom without explaining anything to the coach. I take off the judogi. I don’t want to think about what happened. I don’t, I don’t, but the scenes keep replaying in my messed-up head. I can already see myself becoming the laughingstock of the whole school while Justin laughs in my face.

I swear I want to die right now.

Justin

What the fuck just happened? Did Hopkins really do what I think he did? I stay there for a few seconds, still trying to process it. What a mess. The coach looks at me and asks:

“What happened?”

I could never say out loud what happened here. I don’t even want to think about it right now. I tell the coach I’m going to check on him. Of course I’m going to give that cocky kid a piece of my mind. Who does he think he is, putting me through this shit?

I walk into the bathroom and look for him to have it out, but I don’t see him. There’s no one here, just a closed shower stall. I’m about to knock when I hear someone crying inside.

Ethan

I leave through the other side of the training room. I look around, scared that the story has already spread, but it looks like it hasn’t yet. I start planning which city thousands of miles away I can run to and never come back. But I know that won’t be possible, not with all the responsibilities I have at home.

“Hi Christie, how is she?”

She smiles and says:

“Oh, good thing you’re here. I have to go to work. Here, take her.”

She hands me Judith, who immediately throws up half the milk she drank all over my shirt, leaving me smelling like sour milk. I can’t blame her she’s only seven months old. I ask while holding Judith:

“What time does Mom get home today?”

She replies:

“Around four. There’s milk in the bottle, just warm it up like always and give it to her in…”

She checks her watch and continues:

“…three hours.”

I say:

“Okay.”

She leaves, leaving me with my baby sister in my arms and the smell of milk bothering me.