The Au Naturel Kung Fu Kid

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The Au Naturel Kung Fu Kid
by Zyngaru
Email: [email protected]

My names Lucas and I’m twelve years old. A year ago mom enrolled me in a karate school, but I don’t seem to be any good at it. I just don’t have the knack for it. I know all the forms and I can make the moves, but in actual matches, I always come up short, no matter who I fight against. The whole point of me taking karate is to help me survive the bullies at school and around my neighborhood. But every time they pick on me and I try to stand up to them, I get my behind kicked. I’m a joke to them.

Sensei: “Lucas, you and Kaylee pair off. I want to see you both get into this fight. Think about the tournament that is coming up.”

Me: “Yes. Sensei.”

Here we go again. Kaylee is the best fighter in our school. I’m the best at movements and style, but when it comes to fighting, she’s our top student.

Sensei: “Bow. Fight.”

I go through my patterned movements. I think of the strategy that I want to employ against her. We both move in and before I know what hit me, I’m down on the mat.

Sensei: “Done. Kaylee is the victor.”

I walk off the mat in shame.

Sensei: “Lucas. You did better. I know you know what to do. I know you know how to do it. But there seems to be a mental block with you. I don’t understand it, but when it comes time for you to implement what you know, you seem to be blocked from following through.”

Me: “Yes. Sensei. I had a game plan to beat Kaylee, but it never happened.”

Sensei: “You know Lucas. You could be the very best Kung Fu student this school has.”

Me: “Sensei. I’m the only Kung Fu student this school has. Everyone else is doing Karate.

Sensei: “True. Very true.”

I watch the other students pair off and fight. Sensei is right though. Something is blocking me from executing my fighting techniques. It’s just so frustrating not being able to figure out what the block is that’s keeping me from my potential.

Once the lesson is over, mom takes me home. My mom is so supportive. She’s always at my lessons. She never makes fun of me for underperforming, even though it’s obvious I’m not getting any better. I’m still frustrated when I get home, so decide I just need to get out by myself and think things out.

Me: “MOM! I’m going out for awhile.”

Mom: “Okay. Just be back by supper time.”

Me: “I will.”

I take off. We live on a cul-de-sac and behind us is a large wooded area. I like to go there to get away from everything. It’s so peaceful in the woods. I’m pretty much the only one that comes here or at least I’ve never seen anyone else in here before. There’s this spot that I like and I make my way their. It’s a clearing on top of a hill. From here I can look over the woods and feel like I’m part of mother nature herself. I sit here and slowly drift off to sleep. It’s that peaceful.

When I open my eyes, to my surprise, there are kids all around me. Four boys and six girls. I know every one of them. They all live in my neighborhood. They each like to torment me individually, but for some reason, today they have ganged up together.

Boy 1: “So if it isn’t little Bruce Lee.”

Boy 2: “Ya. The boy who thinks he can fight.”

Boy 3: “More like the boy who can’t fight.”

Boy 4: “Ya but he sure looks pretty showing off.”

Girl 1: “Show off for us Lucas.”

Girl 2: “Show us how pretty you look doing your Kung Fu dance.”

Me: “Just leave me alone guys. I’m not in the mood to deal with you today.”

Girl 3: “Oh. Our little nobody ain’t in the mood for us today.”

Girl 4: “But we so want to see you dance for us.”

Me: “I don’t dance. You know I can’t dance.”

Girl 5: “Oh! That ain’t true Lucas. We’ve all seen you do your pretty Kung Fu dancing.”

Me: “That ain’t dancing. I was just practicing my stances and moves.”

Girl 6: “Show us. We want to see you do your stances and moves.”

Me: “I don’t feel like it.”

Boy 4: “Well guys, let’s see if we can help Karate boy, feel like dancing for us.”

Me: “It’s Kung Fu, not Karate.”

Boy 2: “They’re the same thing.”

Me: “No they aren’t. Karate is Japanese and Kung Fu is Chinese.”

Boy 1: “We don’t care stupid. Just stand up and show us. Dance for us.”

The boys are getting angry. I know better than to fight them. Heck I can’t fight. They know I can’t fight because every boy here has beat me up in the past. So I go ahead and stand up and do my basic stances and then my kicks and arm punches for them.

Girl 3: “See, We knew you could dance.”

Girl 1: “Yes and you look so pretty dancing.”

Girl 6: “You know what would make him look even prettier dancing?”

Girl 2: “What?”

Girl 6: “If he was dancing naked.”

Me: “Heck no. No way.”

Boy 1: “Is our little karate boy telling us no?”

Boy 4: “I’m pretty sure that’s what I heard.”

Boy 2: “Grab him.”

All four boys grab me as the girls cheer them on.

Girl 2: “Strip him.”

Girl 5: “Ya. Strip him naked.”

Just as fast as the girls say it, I feel my clothes being pulled off of me. My sneakers and socks. Next, my Gi top is pulled off of me. Then my Gi bottom. I’m left there in just my cup with my butt hanging out.

Boy 2: “Look at what Karate boy’s wearing.”

Boy 3: “Does he even have something under there to protect?”

Boy 4: “Let’s find out.”

My jock with it’s cup inside is pulled off and my tiny circumsized penis is now on display. The boys let me go. Everyone stares at my diminutive dick and they all laugh.

Girl 6: “Now dance for us, nakie boy.”

The humiliation of being stripped naked for their amusement is unbearable. They’re all staring at me and cheering me on to dance for them. I’m getting more and more angry with each taunt.

I take my horse stance, then shift into my other stances and then kick and punch. Then for some reason, I move to the first boy and punch him right in the chest, knocking him to the ground. I side kick the second boy, knocking him to the ground. By that time the other two attack and try to hold me down, but I move to the side and sweep both of their legs out from under them. They fall to the ground. Each time one of the boys tries to get up, I knock him back down.

Me: “Stay down and give me my clothes back!”

The boys hand me my Gi and everyone takes off at a run. Every boy and girl leaves. I’m left standing naked in the woods holding my Gi. Instead of getting dressed, I sit down on a log and try to figure out what just happened. I just won my first ever fight and it wasn’t with just one of the boys but all four of them at the same time. How? How did I do that? Somehow my block is gone. I can’t understand why it’s gone, but I’m really happy. I can’t wait to show my Sensei and Kaylee that I can defend myself now.

I quickly get dressed and run home. I tell my mom everything and how I was able to fight the boys off. She’s both mad and happy. She’s mad at what the kids did to me, but happy that I was able to get the upper hand.

As soon as I arrive at my Karate School, I tell Sensei everything. During our lessons, I practice hard with more conviction than I’ve ever displayed in the past. When it comes to being paired up to fight, I’m eager to get to fight Kaylee and show her what I really can do. We stand apart and then begin the fight. I take my stance and move toward Kaylee and she knocks me down to the mat, just like all the other times, I’ve fought her. Something didn’t work. I lost again. My block is back.

Me: “Sensei. I don’t understand? I fought the boys in the woods and didn’t have any trouble beating them. Why did I just lose again to Kaylee without getting in one punch?”

Sensei: “I’m not really sure, but I have an idea. Stay after class and lets see if I’m right about something.”

Me: “Okay Sensei. I’ll stay after.”

We continue the pairings and I watch as each student shows off what he knows and what he can do against an opponent. We know about the philosophy and technique of martial arts and how great they are to learn and master, but if we can’t beat an opponent then what good is it? So the paired matches are very important, especially to us students. When everyone has been paired at least once, and some more than that, the class ends and everyone says their good byes and leaves. Everyone except, Sensei, Kaylee, Kaylee’s mom, my mom and me.

Sensei gathers us around him to share his ideas about me.

Sensei: “Kaylee. I asked you to stay, which of course includes your mother, because if I’m right about Lucas, he might wish to test my theory out with someone he knows and is comfortable being around.”

Kaylee: “No problem Sensei. I’ll do anything to help Lucas get over whatever it is that is keeping him down.”

Sensei: “Lucas told me about the incident that happened two days ago, after he left here. He was so pumped because he was able to fight off four boys by himself. Now we all have witnessed Lucas’s block. Even today, when sparing with Kaylee, he was blocked. Yet two days ago he fought boys and there was no block. This got me to thinking. What was different from two days ago and today?”

I, of course, know exactly what was different, but that can’t have anything to do with my blockage.

Sensei: “Lucas what was different?”

I know for sure I’m blushing, because my face is red hot.

Me: “I was naked when I fought those boys. They had stripped me of all my clothes. But that can’t be it. How can being naked take away my block?”

Sensei: “Honestly Lucas. I don’t know. I don’t know for sure that is what released you from your block. I just know, that is the only thing different from the fight you had two days ago in the woods and the one today with Kaylee, right here on this mat.”

Kaylee: “Sensei. Are you saying that the only way Lucas can fight for real is if he’s naked? That will certainly be weird at the tournament.”

I had completely forgotten about the tournament. I hadn’t planned on being able to fight in it anyway, because of my block.

Sensei: “We’ll figure out about the tournament later if this is what takes Lucas’s block away. But for now, we need to test my theory. Are you up for that Lucas?”

Me: “You mean. Fight Kaylee, NAKED! Right here in front of all of you?”
Sensei: “It’s totally up to you. Oh. And it’s up to Kaylee and her mother as well. They might not want to see you naked.”

Now, of course Kaylee wants to see me naked. What girl doesn’t want to see a boy naked. The thing is, do I, want her to see me naked?”

Kaylee: “It’s okay with me. I’ve seen boys naked before. Not Lucas! But my cousins, when I help give them baths.”

Lucas’s mom: “Honey. It’s up to you. You know I’ll support whatever decision you make. But if this will help you to be the Kung Fu boy you so much want to be, then I say go for it.”

Everyone is staring at me. Okay. It was embarrassing as heck being stripped naked in front of all those girls and even in front of the boys in the woods. I mean puberty is just starting with me. My balls hang just a tiny bit lower and my penis is just a tiny bit bigger, but neither one enough to notice unless you’ve been measuring them every day, like I have. Of course I’m still bald. Way to early to grow any hairs. So when Kaylee says she’s seen her cousins in the bath, I probably will look the same as them. But the thing is. I’m not them. I’m me. I’m not sure I want Kaylee seeing me naked. I mean, I sort of have a crush on her. You don’t want the girl you like to see you naked. At least I don’t.

Me: “I don’t know. I mean it’s so embarrassing just thinking about being naked in front of you all. If I actually do it, it’ll freak me out something terrible.”

Sensei: “It’s totally up to you Lucas. My theory could be totally wrong, because honestly, I’ve never heard of anyone having a block because of their clothes. So you might get naked and endure the humiliation of it, and still not be able to perform your Kung Fu. I just don’t know.”

Me: “I don’t know either. But I’ll never know if I don’t at least try it, right?”

Kaylee: “You’re right Lucas. If you don’t try, then how are you ever going to know? If you do it, I’ll try not to look at your, you know what!”

Everyone laughs. Even I laugh at that one.

Me: “Ya right. Like you’re going to fight me without looking at me. You better look at my, you know what, because if you accidentally kick it, when I ain’t wearing a cup it’s going to hurt something terrible.”

Kaylee: “Oh! Ya! I didn’t think about that. You won’t have a cup on.”

Me: “Ya. Naked means naked. So no protection at all.”

Kaylee: “So what you going to do?”

Me: “I guess I have to at least try it. Don’t I?”
I look around and everyone is nodding yes to me.

Me: “Okay. Let’s try it.”

I stand up and begin taking my top off and then my bottoms, leaving only my cup. I hold my breath and close my eyes as I lower my jock with it’s cup insert, down and off, leaving me totally naked in front of Mom, Kaylee, Kaylee’s mom and Sensei. When I open my eyes all of them are staring at me and smiling.

Kaylee: “You look nice, Lucas. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Me: “Thanks, I guess.”

I move out onto the mat and begin warming up. I stretch and take position after position preparing myself for the fight ahead. I look over at Kaylee who is doing the same thing, except for different positions and moves. Again, she is Karate and I’m Kung Fu. One isn’t necessarily better than the other, they are just two different styles. Since I’m the only Kung Fu student in this class, I only have karate students to spar with.

Sensei brings us together.

Sensei: “Okay, remember, no hitting your opponent down here.”

At that very moment, I feel Sensei’s hand on my penis. I guess he forgot that I’m naked. He always checks students before they fight to make sure they’re wearing a cup, for safety. Just this time, I’m naked so he didn’t really have to touch me. He could have just looked.

Sensei: “Sorry Lucas. Force of habit.”

Me: “That’s okay. Better that you check and we are wearing our cup than you not checking and we aren’t wearing it and get our nuts cracked.”

Sensei can’t help but smile at my comment.

Sensei: “Ready. Fight.”

I move to the side, sliding my left foot forward and my right foot backward. Kaylee jumps at me with a forward kick. Without even thinking about it, I block the kick with a side arm and move in close to her, to strike with a forward open hand, which catches her unaware and she goes backward from the thrust. I can’t believe that I just got my first strike on Kaylee. She rebounds and I don’t move to protect myself fast enough and take a foot to my side. I counter with a sweep, taking her legs out from under her and I’m on top of her quick for the finishing blow. I don’t actually hit her with it, because it can do some damage, but I get credit for the hit, and the match is over.

I just won my first ever match with another student. I’m so excited that I totally forget about being naked and jump up and down, with my little, two and a half inch penis bouncing all over the place. Everyone is staring at me, but I don’t care. I won.

Me: “Let’s go again.”

Kaylee: “Sure.”

We face off. This time neither of us make the mistake of going out fast for the win. We measure each other. We strike strategically. We block, and strike and block and strike. I finally win again, but it takes a lot longer this time.

Again I jump around. I don’t care if my penis is bouncing around. I won. I won. Again I won. We match up a half dozen times and I win every one of them.

Kaylee: “See Lucas. I told you that you’d be the best of all of us, if you got rid of that block.”

Sure enough she’s right. I’m the happiest boy in the world right now. Until. With all this jumping and bouncing, I feel my penis growing. Oh! No! Not in front of everyone. I run to my Gi and slip the bottoms on quickly. I’m not sure if I was quick enough or not, but at least no one says anything about seeing my boner.

Sensei: “Well. We now have a real Kung Fu boy in the school.”

I puff my chest out and smile. I feel so happy. I go ahead and put the top of my Gi on and we leave. I’m now a real Kung Fu fighter.

At our next lesson, I practice as normal, wearing my Gi. It’s not until the end of our lesson and we match up for individual sparring that I show everyone my true self, literally.

Sensei: “While Lucas is changing into his fighting Gi, Mark and Greg on the mat and let’s see what you’ve learned.”

The others look at me strangely, since I’m wearing my Gi. Mark and Greg face off and before they start fighting, Sensei reaches down to make sure both boys are wearing their cups.

Sensei: “No striking down here.”

Then the fight is on. The thing about Mark and Greg is that they are fairly even in skill. Neither really can get over on the other one. Well, until I change out of my Gi, into my fighting Gi. Greg is facing my direction and as I remove my Gi and cup and stand there in my birthday suit, he’s of course distracted and Mark gets the easy take down. Then Mark sees me and then everyone else sees me and all mouths drop open. Even parents sitting off to the side, stop talking on their cell phones and stare at me.

Sensei: “Ah. Lucas is ready, so up on the mat. Now let’s see. Devon, you’re up.”

We face off and Devon keeps glancing down at my boyhood.

Sensei: “No striking down here.”

I instantly feel that familiar touch of Sensei’s hand on my penis. Then we are sparring. I take Devon down easily.

Sensei: “Well that didn’t take long. Boys, you can’t let yourselves be distracted when fighting an opponent. Yes, Lucas is wearing his fighting Gi, but I’m sure by now, you know what a naked boy looks like, so let’s see some concentration here. Lance. You’re up.”

Once we are facing each other and ready to fight, Sensei again says.

Sensei: “No striking down here.”

It takes a little longer to take Lance down, but not by much. One by one I match up with every student in the class, including Kaylee.

Lance: “Sensei. I want to go again, but this time, I want to wear my fighting Gi too.”

Sensei: “Okay. But you have to still wear your cup.”

Lance: “But Lucas isn’t wearing his cup.”

Sensei: “That is out of necessity, not by choice. He’s willing to accept the risk to hone his skills. You and all the other boys, don’t have that necessity, so yes, you may fight Gi-less, but you still have to wear your cups.”

To my surprise I fight four of the boys over again and all four of them only wear their cups for their second try.

This becomes our standard lesson plan. We practice our forms and whatever new techniques Sensei has for us during the lesson and then we spar. All but three of the boys fight in just their cups and complain about that. They want to fight naked and some of them even get their parents to sign letters waiving injury liability, but Sensei won’t have any of it. Heck, he wouldn’t let me fight naked if it weren’t for my block. The more I do this, the more comfortable I’m getting about being naked. The up side for the school is that three new girls sign up for lessons once they find out that a naked boy fights here. So now Kaylee isn’t the only girl.

All the while, Sensei is talking with the tournament directors about letting me compete nude. We even go to their respective schools and demonstrate my fighting skills for them, beating some of their top students. Unfortunately for me and our school, I’m rejected as a competitor for safety reasons. If I would wear a cup, then they would let me fight, but since that is impossible in my case, I can’t compete in the tournament. I’ll go to the tournament of course. I want to support my Sensei and school. I’ll also go because they’ll allow me to perform a demonstration and even some sparing with my fellow students. Since it’ll be unsanctioned, the safety rule is waived and all liability goes onto me and my school. So until the tournament, I spar with the four boys that will do the demonstration with me. That would be, Lance, Mark, Greg and Devon. Kaylee wants to be in the demonstration, but Sensei doesn’t think adding any more controversy to it would be a good thing. The boys are determined to only wear their cups, which is controversial enough, but having a naked girl in the mix, could cause unwanted criticism, which the school doesn’t need.

On the day of the tournament, we all go and I watch as my fellow students compete, being eliminated one by one as the matches progress. I’m keen on watching this one particular boy. He’s Austin Lee. He’s Asian, or at least part Asian. And he’s fighting in my age group which makes him of interest to me. He ends up fighting Kaylee and she puts up a good defense but his offense is just too strong for her, and he wins 3-1. For those unfamiliar with tournament rules, you have to win by a spread of two points. When all the semi-finals are complete, it’s time for me to do my little exhibition for the crowd while the finalists in all age brackets, rest and prepare for the finals. Austin Lee is in the finals. The boy he’s going to fight is pretty good also, but I don’t think he’s any match for Austin.

Announcer: “Ladies and Gentlemen. While our finalist prepare for their matches, we have a special treat for you. We have come to know a special young man, who is quite skilled in Kung Fu. Unfortunately, he couldn’t compete in our tournament, but he has agreed to give us all a demonstration of his skills along with an exhibition match. I would like to direct your attention to the center arena and welcome twelve year old Lucas Connors to the stage.”

Applause goes up even before they see me. While the announcer is talking, I’m stripping off my Gi and cup. Yes, I still wear my cup under my Gi even though I don’t fight with it on. As soon as I climb up on the stage, the applause stops and there is total silence. It would seem these people have never seen a naked boy before. I begin my warm up stances. Then into my forms and strikes. Once I’m warmed up, I begin my routine, switching from stance to stance and transition from form to form. I throw in hand, arm, leg and foot strikes to the mix and I have put on a descent show for the crowd. I’ve also worked up a good sweat.

My Sensei then steps up on the stage, standing beside me and announces to the crowd.

Sensei: “Ladies and Gentlemen. Lucas, as you can see is a student of Kung Fu. As you can also see, he fights naked. There is a personal reason for that, which we don’t need to get into, but since he doesn’t wear a cup, he isn’t allowed to compete in sanctioned tournaments. As you can see from his workout, in my opinion, he could have went to the finals. To further demonstrate his abilities, he will put on an exhibition fight against four of his fellow students. Please welcome Mark, Greg, Devon and Lance.”

Applause go up as my friends take the stage, wearing only their cups. But to my surprise they aren’t wearing their usual jockstraps with a cup insert. Oh! No! All four boys are wearing clear acrylic cups. I can see their dicks and balls as plainly as if they were naked.

Lance: “Surprise! My dad had these made. They are made from fighter jet acrylic and are bulletproof. So you aren’t the only one that gets to show your stuff.”
All four boys laugh as Sensei leaves the platform and I take my position in the center with my friends all around me. I notice a lot of the boys who competed are also watching closely, including Austin Lee. I go into my stances and transition from one to another. First Crane and then Crouching Tiger and then Cat stance. At first, just one boy at a time approach me to fight, but then all four of them come at me at once. I have to stay on my toes to keep up with their attacks warding them off one at a time and getting my strikes in where they leave an opening. Each of them end up on their backs more than once as we spar. I’m in my element. I’m free to just have fun and fight. Since they have those bulletproof cups on, I don’t have to worry about getting a little too high on my upper thigh strikes. I know they hate those, because after a few hits, their thigh muscles are too sore for them to do any high kicks. We continue to spar until I see the announcer approaching, which is my cue to end things so the tournament can continue. All five of us bow to the audience as they applaud our demonstration.

Once off stage, I stare at the cups the guys are wearing in awe of how clear they are and how much of each guy’s private parts they reveal. It’s true they are basically naked, but their nuts aren’t in danger of being cracked.

Devon: “What Lucas? You ain’t seen a naked boy in front of a window before?”

But that’s exactly what it looks like. I hadn’t thought about that. But I have actually seen a couple boys naked in their bedrooms from outside when they were standing in front of their windows and this is exactly how I saw them. After a good laugh, we all put our Gi’s back on and sit back to watch the finals. Eventually it’s my age group final and Austin and his opponent climb up to the platform. They square off, bow and fight. Austin’s opponent is good. He’s holding his own. Yes Austin has a one point lead, but he can’t seem to get that second one, before his opponent scores a point. At no time is his opponent in the lead though, so it’s really just a matter of time, before Austin gets him. Austin is a classic karate kid. He uses very little Kung Fu technique. There are some common movements, obviously, since Karate came out of Kung Fu. But classic Karate students prefer to keep the two techniques separate as much as possible. I actually do the same thing. I prefer pure Kung Fu over mixing Karate in with it. During his match, I’m subconsciously considering how I would fight Austin as opposed to how his opponent is fighting him. Then the inevitable happens and Austin takes his opponent down and scores his second point winning the match.

Once all of the age brackets for the youth tournament are done, the trophies are awarded. They are massive. I so wish I could have won a trophy for our school. The one that Austin got is so big it takes two boys to carry it off the platform. Then something happens that surprises me and my Sensei, and probably everyone in attendance. It’s what Austin says during his acceptance speech.

Austin: “I’m happy to win this trophy, I really am. It’s awesome. But I’m not sure I should have won it. I watched Lucas do his exhibition and he might have won, if he’d been allowed to compete. My Sensei explained why he wasn’t allowed to compete and I honor that, but for me, I need to know. I need to know which of us, should have won the trophy. So I challenge Lucas to an exhibition match, since we can’t fight a real match, to see who is best. We can fight it right here after all the trophies are handed out. What do you say, Lucas. Care to try me?”

I’m shocked. I’ve never been called out like this before. I mean bullies just jump me and I have to defend myself. But I’ve just been publically called out. I look at Sensei and he shrugs his shoulders.

Sensei: “Up to you Lucas.”

All my fellow students are cheering me on to accept the challenge. So what’s a boy to do, but to accept it.

Me: “Ya. I’ll fight you.”

The place goes crazy. Obviously they are fight people and to get the chance to see another fight, is right up their alley. As far as they are concerned the rest of the trophies don’t need to be handed out. They are for just getting right to our fight. But the organizers believe differently and the rest of the trophies and awards are distributed. But as quickly as all the awards are handed out, the center platform is cleared and made ready for one last fight. I strip off my Gi and cup and prepare to climb up onto the platform. As soon as my name is announced, I do just that. I stand naked in the center of the platform. I look around and I see multiple people with their cameras pointing at me. Okay. I never thought about this. I’m naked, people are taking photos and videos. Heck, I’m going to be all over social media. How embarrassing is that going to be when I go to school on Monday?

The champion is announced and to my surprise Austin climbs up on the stage just as naked as me. Okay. Forget about what you might have heard about Asian boys having little penises. Austin’s penis is twice as long as mine and that’s not counting the extra length he gets for having a foreskin. His is fatter than mine too. Which means, he’s further into puberty than me, meaning he’s probably also a little stronger than me. At least he doesn’t have any hairs. If he was that much more developed than me, then I would be in trouble. The announcer gives the rules and one of them is different from the tournament rules. Matches in a tournament are two minutes long. That is waived for this exhibition. In a tournament you win by two points. In this match, it will be three. Basically we are going to fight until one of us wins and the other loses. The three point difference is there to insure an obvious victor. Nothing was mentioned about Austin being naked and not wearing a cup, so when we are asked if we have any questions or objections, I speak up.

Me: “I have an objection. I have to fight without a cup. It’s a personal thing, and I don’t want to be specific but the tournament directors know why it is so. But Austin doesn’t have that issue. He needs to wear a cup.”

Austin: “I object. If Lucas can fight naked then so can I.”

Me: “I object again. I fight Kung Fu style. Which means I do a lot of thigh strikes. I won’t try and hit Austin too high, but it could happen. He really needs to wear a cup for his safety. If he doesn’t wear one, I can’t fight him, because I don’t want to accidently kill his future children.”

People that are close enough to hear what I said, because we aren’t talking into the microphone during the objections, burst out laughing. Eventually what I said filters back through the audience and everyone is laughing.

Austin: “Very well. I’ll wear a cup.”

Instead of walking over to his Sensei and his clothes, he walks to my side of the platform and looks down at my friends.

Austin: “Will someone loan me the use of their awesome clear cup so I can fight this chump.”

More than likely none of the guys would have loaned Austin their cup, because face it, your cup is very personal. It touches you where no one is supposed to touch you. But Austin added that chump tag on the end of his sentence which got my guys fired up. I’m thinking he did that on purpose, knowing the odds of one of the boys loaning him a cup was minimal.

Lance: “Here. You can use mine. Heck. You can even keep it, because there’s no way I’m wearing it again, after it touches your thing.”

Lance strips off his bottoms and pulls off his cup. To my surprise he actually wipes it with his Gi before handing it to Austin.

Lance: “Here. Just remember what it’s been touching all day, as you wear it.”

All the guys laugh as Austin takes the cup and slips it on, without any hesitation.

Austin: “Satisfied now, Lucas?”

I stare down at the cup and everything inside it. Obviously his dick and balls are still very visible with the cup on. But then I have to look up at him quickly because I start to feel a stirring in my own loins.

Me: “Yep. Now we can fight.”

And fight we do. I transition from one animal form to another. Striking where I can and defending against everything else. Austin is at his peak form. He is a classic Karate student and even though I know every move he has in his arsenal, he mixes them up so randomly and he strikes so fast, that it’s all I can do to keep up with him. We have been fighting for some time when all of a sudden I get a foot to my chest and down I go. What in the world just happened? As I regain my feet and go a point down, I look at Austin.

Austin: “I’ve been waiting for that transition this whole match. You didn’t think I was watching during your exhibition match, but now you know. I know all your moves.”

Actually he doesn’t. Yes, he knows the stances. He knows the strikes. We both know those things about each other. But he doesn’t know how I’m going to combine them in my attacks. He got lucky this time, but now I’ll make sure I don’t do that combination again. We fight on for another minute before I set Austin up. I go for a Crane, transitioning to a crouching tiger and then I sweep his feet out from under him and pounce with the Cat, striking him in the chest for a point. We are both back to even again. We fight on and on. Neither one of us can get more than a point ahead of the other, before we are back to even again.

Now we are both in shape. We are very fit boys. But you can only go so long fighting like this before you wear out. It’s not like in the movies were they fight for hours and still have the energy to take someone out. No, this is very energy consuming and you need to strike fast and early for a victory. The longer it goes, the less likely it is of you getting that victory. This is what happened to Austin and me. We fought hard and fast, but neither of us could keep the advantage. Finally we are just too tired to fight any longer. The umpire recognizes that and calls the fight a draw. He raises both of our hands to the crowds applause and cheers. Austin reaches down and removes his borrowed cup and tosses it back to Lance. Even though Lance had said Austin could keep the cup, I think Lance is glad to get it back as a souvenir of the fight.

As for Austin and me, we parade around the platform jumping up and down relishing in the glory. Now, we are both still naked and we are jumping up and down. That means our dick’s are jumping up and down also. When I look at Austin, I can see his dick is at half mast and he looks concerned. Well, I’m not in any better shape. My dick is swelling up also. But there isn’t any place to hide. We are naked in front of thousands of people and we are getting boners. Austin jumps his way back over to me, and now his boner is at three-quarters and mine is right behind his. We stare at each other, neither of us knowing what to do.

Austin: “I’m getting a bone!”

Me: “Me too!”

Austin: “What are we going to do?”

Me: “I don’t know. Besides it’s too late now.”

I look at Austin’s boner and he looks at mine and we both start laughing and just continue to jump around and have fun. Because honestly, you can’t stop nature. If you’re going to bone up, then you’re going to bone up, and you might as well embrace it, or you’ll die of embarrassment.

Austin and I bonded that day. I still can only fight naked. I don’t know why. No ones ever been able to explain it to me. We went viral on social media. Videos of us naked all over the place. Most of them were pixilated where our private parts are showing, but if you looked diligently, you could find some uncensored ones that show us in all of our glory. I never got to fight in a sanctioned tournament, but I received lots of invitations to do exhibitions. To my surprise there were always boys wanting to fight me and willing to do it naked at those exhibitions. I’m the one and only, Au Naturel Kung Fu Kid.

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