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He was five feet, three inches tall. He weighed a whopping 115 pounds. At eighteen years old, he was checking in to a new high school in the first month of the school year. His father was a fighter pilot in the Air Force. They moved a lot. They moved so much that his mother had her fill of it five years ago and divorced his dad.
He knew what it was like, checking in to a new school. He had done it many times before. It didn’t make him happy because he knew that once again his ass would be on the line. Kids are not particularly kind to people who are a little different and his diminutive size definitely made him different.
He shouldered his pack and reported to the registration desk. It took him half an hour to check in. It took another hour to sort out his class schedule. He asked to see the physical education instructor, but the instructor would not be available until the next day. A bell rang and classes changed. It was lunch time. “Well, I better get this over with,” he thought.
He made his way to the cafeteria. A big jock type kid yelled, “Hey boy the grade school is two blocks down.” He ignored the jibe and checked out the serving line. His selections were all very healthy, passing up the fried stuff and the junk food.
He took his tray to a table in the corner and sat down to eat. The big jock type strolled over to his table. “What is a shrimp like you doing in high school? You’re barely big enough to be out of kindergarten.”
“I gonna ask you one time to leave me alone. Don’t bother me. Go play with your friends.” He replied.
Not taking the hint, the jock started to grab his tray. The kid shifted his weight, grabbed the errant wrist and gave it a quick twist. The jock doubled over in pain. “I asked you nicely to leave me alone. I meant it. The next time, I’ll break it.”
John Taylor was small, but he was highly skilled. He had attended karate classes since he was five. At twelve, he was a black belt. At fifteen, he attained instructor status. Now, at eighteen, he was a dangerous weapon. He had learned from the best martial arts instructors on the planet. When he found out that he was too short to be a fighter pilot like his dad, he had concentrated on his martial arts skills to the exclusion of all else. Even though he was small, there were few men who could defeat him. If the truth were told, he could have kicked the shit out of the entire football team at one sitting.
The jock had tears in his eyes as he nursed his wrist. The pain was incredible. It wasn’t broken, but it would hurt like hell for several hours. He moved away from the table. “See ya later,” he threatened.
“Bad idea,” replied John.
A hush had fallen over the cafeteria. They had all been waiting to see what Curt would do to the new boy. They never expected him to be defeated so easily. They all stared at John as he ate his lunch.
The bell for fourth period rang and John trotted to calculus class. He liked calculus. It was simple, clean and followed never changing rules. He was a straight “A” student. School came easily to him. He liked it except the part where he had to shut off the bullies. He didn’t enjoy hurting people, but he would take crap from no one, man or boy.
The rest of the day went without incident. When the final bell rang, he shouldered his pack and started the two mile run home. He ran everywhere. He never walked outside. He had absolutely no fat on his small frame. Endless practice had made him quicker than a cat. When he spotted the bully waiting for him at the gate, he completely ignored him.
As he passed through the gate, the jock made a grab for his pack. He easily avoided it, turned and walked over to the jock. “What’s it gonna be? Which part of you do you want broken?”
“There isn’t any way a punk like you can hurt me in any way!”
John looked up at him. “Last chance,” he whispered.
The jock pulled his hands up to push John. John thumped him in a certain place on his breast bone. The jock collapsed, gasping for air. John left him there and returned to his run.
The next morning John ran to school. He went into the cafeteria and bought a carton of orange juice. A couple of coeds walked by him, whispering and giggling.
He trotted over to the attendance office. “May I please talk to the Phys Ed instructor,” he asked politely.
“He can see you right away. Go to the teacher’s lounge in this building. He’ll be there. His name is Mr. Givens.”
John found the teacher’s lounge and found Mr. Givens sitting by himself with a cup of coffee. He introduced himself. “What’s the problem son?”
“I don’t have a problem. I would like to enroll in any martial arts class you offer. I also want to be considered for the swimming team and the wrestling team.”
“Why don’t you come to my office in the gym right after school. We can discuss your physical prowess then.”
“Okay sir, I’ll be there.” He left the admin building and headed for his first class.
When the last bell rang, he headed for the gym. He strode into the instructor’s office. “Good afternoon sir,” he said.
“Okay poker oyna kid, what’s on your mind?”
“I want to get into sports. I am a skilled karate instructor, a good boxer, good swimmer and great wrestler.”
“Aren’t you a little small to want to do all these things?”
“Actually sir I have already done all these things in the schools I attended before I got here.”
“I read about a kid named John Taylor who was a martial arts expert. Do you know who he is?”
“Yes sir, I do.”
“Do you know him?”
“Sir, I am him.”
“Do you have a free period? I would like to see what you’ve got before I make any rash decisions.”
“Third period is open for me.”
“Be here during third period tomorrow. Bring your gym shorts and a t-shirt.”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.”
He ran home. The jock was nowhere in sight.
He couldn’t wait to get to school the next day. He enjoyed physical activity immensely and his body needed regular work outs. Third period came and he sprinted to the gym.
“Okay boy,” greeted the coach, “We’ll start with some exercises. How many pull ups can you do?”
“I never tried for a record. My usual workout is twenty with my left arm, then twenty with my right arm, then fifty with both.”
The coach blinked his eyes. “Show me.”
John jumped up and caught the bar. He effortlessly performed the exercise.
“What does your regular exercise consist of?”
“Well sir I usually do the pull ups, then a hundred pushups, some floor exercises and a rope climb, if I’ve got the rope. Then I do my karate regime. I run two miles to school and two miles back every day, rain or shine. That about does it. Oh, I almost forgot, I usually run ten miles on the weekends because I don’t get to run to school.”
“Please take off your shirt.”
John removed his shirt revealing a body that looked like it was chiseled out of granite.
“Okay, put it back on.”
“Do I get on the team sir? I really need the contact.”
“You could kill the football team.”
“That’s probably true sir, but I promise I won’t damage anyone permanently.”
The coach looked at him like he was a loaded machine gun. “I’ll find a place for you. Do you play football?”
“I never tried.”
“We’ll give you a tryout this afternoon after school.”
“All right!” John almost shouted.
The last bell rang and John headed for the practice field. Coach Givens was waiting for him. “How fast can you run forty yards?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I’ve never been timed.”
“Get on the mark and when I say go, run as fast as you can past that marker.”
John got into position.
“Go!” yelled the coach.
John disappeared down the track like he was on fire. The coach looked at his stopwatch in disbelief. The kid had just turned in a 4.4 in his first ever attempt. “He must be super man,” the coach muttered. “What a running back he could be if he’s tough enough.”
John turned around and ran back to the coach just as fast as he had run before. He stopped in front of the coach. “Well, how did I do?”
“You are faster than the best track man we’ve got. Do you want to play football for us? Some of our guys are really big and really strong.”
“Size and strength really mean almost nothing. What counts is skill and knowledge.” John stated.
“Be here after school tomorrow. We’ll get you padded up and suited up.”
“Okay coach.” John picked up his pack and trotted out of sight.
John reported to the football coach the next day after school. They didn’t have equipment small enough to fit him. “If you’ll just give me a helmet, I can play without pads.”
“No son, we can’t let you do that. If you got hurt, all our asses would be on the line. I’ll order the pads and the uniform. Meanwhile why don’t you do some wind sprints?”
So John started sprinting up and down the hundred yard track. He was still running tirelessly when the coach called him in. “Don’t you ever stop?”
“No sir, not unless you want me to.” He smiled.
“I want you to meet the team,” he said as he whistled them in. “This is John Taylor; He wants to be a football player. We should have some equipment for him in the next day or two. When he gets it, he’ll be practicing with you.”
“I can’t wait!” said a voice from the back. It was Curt Hoskins, the guy who had tried to rough him up. He was a defensive end.
He looked at Curt and smiled, “Me too.”
When John left the practice field he noticed several girls standing around, watching him and giggling. He shouldered his pack and quickly ran home.
“How are things going son?” his father asked.
“Not bad, I think they may let me join the football team.”
“That’s good. Try not to hurt anyone.”
“Aw, dad, you know I won’t,” he grinned.
The next day his pads arrived. As he suited up, Curt came by and said, “Now you’re gonna get yours.”
“I’ll try not to hurt you,” John replied.
They all charged out of the locker room and onto the practice field. The coach blew his canlı poker oyna whistle. “Twenty minutes calisthenics.” He roared. His assistants started the exercises, leading the students through a series of push ups, running in place and all the things football players do when they’re learning the game. By the time they were finished, many of the players were huffing and puffing on the ground. John hadn’t even broken a sweat. He knew he would have to work extra hard at home to keep from getting fat on the gridiron.
The coach called them in and told them it was time to scrimmage. John was unfamiliar with the term. “While they start, I’ll show you what I want,” the coach said.
While the team was practicing, the coach explained to John the basic moves he wanted to see.
John trotted to the huddle and replaced their number one running back. The play they were going to run would give him the ball and he would run around the end that Curt was guarding. The ball was snapped and the quarterback handed him the ball. He shot down the line like a rocket. Curt was waiting for him. As Curt made a dive at his knees, John jumped high in the air. Curt came down with an armload of nothing as John streaked toward the goal. He had a step on the linebacker, but it was more than enough as he easily outran him.
The coach and his assistants couldn’t believe what they just saw. Curt was an all state defensive end, yet he had been easily defeated by a very small back. “Christ, what’s he gonna be like when he learns the game?” the coach asked. “Same time tomorrow.” He yelled.
John ran into the locker room and quickly stripped putting his new equipment neatly in his locker. Then he got in the shower. Curt came into the shower room, stared at John and did a quick double take. John was a small ball of muscle. He could see no fat anywhere. He also sported an eight inch cock. Curt started to talk to him, but he was dried and running out the door before a word could be said.
“He wasn’t running from you. He runs everywhere,” said the coach.
“I wasn’t going to hassle him. I wanted to talk to him. I’m big, but I’m not stupid. Did you see that body? He is a solid piece of muscle and sinew.”
“You have made a wise choice Curt. He is also a karate instructor. I’ve read about him in fitness magazines. His whole life is diet, exercise and karate. There is no doubt in my mind he could take on the entire team by himself and win. He once defeated five ninjas in a tournament in Japan. Friendly is the way to go. Tell all your team mates. I don’t want any of them killed.”
As he ran past the gate, he noticed the same group of girls twittering away and smiling at him. He wasn’t gay, but he didn’t have time for girls. They were too complicated and emotional. He smiled back and ran toward home.
As time marched on, he became more proficient at the game of football. He was on the swim team. He was going to join the wrestling team following football season. He had thought he might try basketball, but when he got to them gym, he realized that would not be good. The shortest guy on the basketball team was a little over a foot taller than him. Oh well.
One day in the cafeteria while sitting at his table in the corner, two of the girls who had been following him around came over and asked if they could sit with him. “Sure, no problem,” he said. He wasn’t used to talking to girls and he didn’t know what to say. “What are your names?” he asked.
“I’m Cheryl and this is Sharon. Why are you always alone?”
“I don’t know. I guess nobody wants to talk to me.”
“Maybe they’re afraid of you.”
“Why would they be? I’m just a small guy. I don’t bite!”
The girls giggled. “We saw what you did to Curt on your first day here. Nobody has ever done that to him.”
“I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just don’t take a load of crap from anybody.”
“Can we walk home with you today?”
“I never walk. I run everywhere.”
“It helps keep me fit. Sorry.”
“Well, could we visit you on a weekend?”
“Okay, but you’ll have to call first. I am usually involved.”
“How about this weekend?’
“Sure, just call me first.” He wrote his number on a pad and handed it to them.
The bell rang for the next class and he sprinted out of the cafeteria. “This could be trouble,” he thought as he neared the class room.
He scored three touchdowns in the Friday night varsity game. His team won by eleven points. He was relaxing before his Saturday morning exercise session when the phone rang. It was Cheryl. “Can we come over now?” she asked.
“Okay, but you’ll have to watch while I finish my exercise routine. I don’t let anything interfere with that.”
“Okay, we’ll be right over.”
When the girls got there he was stripped to the waist, barefoot and wearing gym shorts. He answered the door. “Come on in.”
The girls stared at his chiseled form and followed him into his home gym. They watched as he performed some really difficult exercises. “Excuse me for a minute,” he said. “I have to get into my karate internet casino uniform.”
When he returned he was clad in a well worn karate outfit. He started a truly beautiful routine. It looked incredibly difficult. He produced a sword, seemingly out of midair and went through what appeared to be an extremely dangerous routine. The sword disappeared and he walked rapidly around the room on his hands, flipped up to his feet and announced, “Shows over. Why don’t you wait for me in the living room? I’m all sweaty and I have to take a quick shower.”
“Okay,” they sighed.
As he departed, the girls giggled among themselves. “I think we should go spy on him,” said Cheryl. “I heard he has an enormous cock.”
“Well, since we’re both eighteen, we wouldn’t be breaking any laws. What if he got angry with us? Did you see all that stuff he was doing? Did you notice his body? I think we should wait for a more opportune time,” Sharon replied.
“I think you’re just a big ‘fraidy cat, but you could be right about the angry thing. It’s best not to provoke him. Shhh, here he comes.”
He was wearing a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. They ensemble looked expensive.
“What are those slacks made of?” Sharon asked.
“They’re Thai silk. I got them in Bangkok, same as the shirt. Do you like it?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve never seen a silk shirt, Can I touch it?”
Sharon sat down next to him on the couch. She tentatively reached out her hand and felt the smooth silk. “Ooo, it’s so smooth. Was it expensive/”
“No I won it in a tournament.”
“So all those rumors are true. You really are a martial arts expert?”
“Guilty as charged. But I never hurt people unless they are trying to hurt me. Do you girls want some lunch?”
“Please,” answered Cheryl.
“How do you feel about sushi? It is really healthy and it tastes good.”
“Okay, I’ve never had it before, but we’ll try it, won’t we Cheryl?”
“Great! Let’s go down to the sushi joint and chow down.”
“We can’t run to the sushi joint at lunch time,” said Sharon.
“I know, it’s twelve miles away and you two would never make it. We’ll take my car.”
“You have a car and you run everywhere?”
“Well, not everywhere. Follow me.”
They followed him to the garage. Inside was a brand new yellow Firebird.
“That must have cost you a fortune,” Sharon exclaimed.
“No, I won it in a contest. Get in.”
He drove slowly to the sushi joint. They went inside. “Ah, Mr. Taylor, would you like a table for three?”
“Yes, please Ishi, and let the girls look at your selections, please.”
“Of course, Mr. Taylor. Please follow me,” he said to the girls.
The girls followed him into the sushi preparation area. Fish was everywhere, but it didn’t smell fishy. It smelled fresh. They watched, fascinated, while the sushi chef prepared several selections for the patrons.
“What did you think?” John asked as they returned to the table.
“They didn’t cook anything. It was all raw!”
“That’s what sushi is. It is prepared on usually served on a small roll of rice with condiments. I really think you should give it a try.”
“Okay, we’ll try it but if we don’t like it, can we go to McDonalds?” Cheryl begged.
“I’ll take you to the poison palace if you just can’t stand the sushi. Give us a large combination platter,” he said to the waiter. “And bring us some herb tea.”
The girls were surprised at how good the meal was. Micky D’s was definitely out.
“Where do you want to go now?” he asked. “I don’t run until four o’clock.”
“Run, why are you going to run? I thought exercise was over.”
“I run ten miles every day on the weekend because I don’t get to run to school. I can’t let that fat start.”
“Let’s drive out to the lake,” Sharon suggested.
“Okay,” agreed Cheryl.
John drove toward the lake. He was a very good driver, not like a teenager at all. The girls were glad that he didn’t try that juvenile ‘scare ’em’ stuff.
Never one to let an opportunity pass, Cheryl said, “Maybe we can go skinny dipping.”
This yielded a sharp look from Sharon. “You go skinny dip. I’m staying dry.”
“We’ll come back sometime when we have swim suits,” laughed John. “By the way, Cheryl, you seem to be anxious to get me nude. Is there a reason for that?”
“Well, we’ve heard rumors that you are not as small as you look.”
“What do you mean?”
“Cheryl wants to look at your thingy,” replied Sharon.
“Do you want to see it too?” John asked incredulously.
“No, I’ll go somewhere if you want to show it to her. I’m not ready for that with you yet.”
“You don’t have to go anywhere. I’m not waving my wick around for Cheryl,”
Cheryl was pouting. “I’m gonna take a little walk,” she said as she got out of the car. “Are you coming Sharon?”
“No I’ll just stay here and talk to John.”
Cheryl stalked angrily away from the car and was soon out of sight over a small hill.
“Your friend is too fast for my taste,” John said.
“She is a little bold. She told me she was gonna try to get you to fuck her.”
“Ain’t gonna happen. I would have to know someone very well before I’d even consider it,” replied John. “Would you like to go to a movie tonight?”
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