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RED DRAGON
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By Chris
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I turned left from La Cienegaonto Wilshire and saw the place. The
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"Red Dragon Karate School." It crouched incongruously next to
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the Temple Beth-Israel. Through its plate glass window I saw
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twenty sweaty boys, their damp hair awry as if they had all just
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rolled out of bed. But one boy especially held my attention; no
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shirt, dirty bare feet, and a crop of blond hair that was making my
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dick strain against my seat belt. God, what further perfection might
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lie beneath his short, stiff cotton karate pants?
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WHAM. With a sudden jolt I looked into my rear view mirror,
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directly into the rusty grill of an old Ford truck. Collapsing back
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against my seat, my heart races more from my recent epiphany
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than from the sound of my car's bumper falling off and clunking
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to the pavement. "What the hell did ya' thing you're doing?"
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screams a red faced guy, who seems to keep growing as he steps
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down from the cab.
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Oh shit. Time to be charming. I step out of my Toyota. "Here's
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my driver's license. Shall we see if this school has a phone we
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might borrow?"
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"Phone?! What about my goddamn truck?"
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"Wow!" I hear from my left elbow, in one of those breathless pre-
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pubescent voices that always makes my head turn uncontrollably.
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Standing in front of me is the little guy that distracted me in the
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first place. "What a great crash!" he adds.
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"Did you see the whole thing?" I ask him
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"Yeah, you came zipping around the corner, and then you hit your
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brakes. You were looking right at me, and then BAM, he smacked
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right into ya'! It was fresh!"
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"Uh...yeah, I guess that's what happened. Would you please give
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me your name, address, and phone number? I might need your
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help...in court." Seeing him close up made me swoon. He was
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surfer-boy tan, and smelled gorgeous. I took one deep breath, and
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focused on the dew on his upper lip. Get it together...
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I look up from his overwhelming smile and find twenty barefoot,
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bare chested boys gibbering on the sidewalk about the spectacle I
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just provided for them. And one maddened sansei, screeching
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"You must come back! We not through!"
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"Cool! Yeah its Paul Webber..."
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"Man, I thought you'd died, or something."
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Where was I? Heaven? I looked up into the face of the most
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beautiful cherub.
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"Stand back young man. Give him some air."
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"I wrote my address down and put it in your pocket. Call me!"
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and suddenly he was gone, back into the Red Dragon.
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Then I had to deal with paramedics, the police, and the truck man.
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Definitely not heaven.
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****
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"Hello? Is this Mrs. Webber?"
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"No. Mrs. Webber out right now."
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"Is Paul there?"
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"Just one minute."
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A scream of PAUL bleeds through the woman's hand on the other
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end of the line. Another line picks up.
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"Yeah?" Another click.
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"Paul? This is Chris. I passed out in front of the Red Dragon the
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other day."
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"Yeah! I was hoping you'd call. You want to get together? Man,
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that was great. That truck wasn't even dented!"
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I'm glad that I'm sitting down. "Sure. I don't live that far from
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you. Can I come pick you up?"
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"Absolute! My mom's not gonna' be home till ten tonight."
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"What about your Dad?"
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"He split when I was a kid. I'll just tell Maria that I'm heading out
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for a bite. Meet me at the corner of Third! How long?"
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"Yes. Five minutes."
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****
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Paul's wearing a pair of Spandex biker pants that show me just
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what I wanted to know. His dick looks like it's just started that
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marvelous growth spurt, double entendre intended. And his tight
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white T-shirt says "JUST DO IT."
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I pull over to the curb and he hops right in. "Let's go to your
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place."
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Urp. "Sure. I've got some pictures there. Of the accident."
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"Is that guy trying to sue you, or what? As far as I could tell, you
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were in the clear."
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A couple of minutes later we're back at my house. I rent a little
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guest house back off the street. The house is behind a mansion
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owned by a retired couple who never come out to see the light of
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day. All the better. They even let me use the pool.
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"Man, what a setup! Is this all yours?" I explain to Paul my living
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arrangements, and how my time is flexible as a photographer. He
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seems impressed.
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"Cool. Are you married?"
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"Uh no. Actually, I'm gay. But I'm not seeing anyone. Does that
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bother you?"
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"In California? You gotta' be kidding."
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Well actually I was, in one sense. Kind of like "fishing."
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I unlock the front door, and lead Paul down a few steps into my
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sofa-pit. "Would you like something to drink? A Coke? Beer?"
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"Sure, a Coke sounds great! This place is amazing! You must
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make a lot of dough!"
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He flops himself down onto my leather couch, and kicks off his
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Reeboks, which he wears without any socks.
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Bringing in two Cokes, I ask Paul if he wants to see my
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portfolio.
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"Yeah. Sure."
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I can hear my temples throbbing as I open the large book across
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our two laps. The first picture is of a nine-year-old boy I knew a
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year ago, soaping up his penis in the shower. Paul looks
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interested, and turns to the next page. This one is of a twelve-
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year-old that I met in a park near Paul's house. In this picture he
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stands next to his discarded clothes, and smiles proudly at the
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camera, holding his large erect penis in one hand. For this one we
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went out in the desert outside Tijuana, near twilight.
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"Wow! That's Billy! He gives the best blowjobs. I knew you
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were cool when you crashed 'cause of me." And with that Paul
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reaches over and starts fondling me through my pants. I moan,
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loudly.
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"You're beautiful, Paul..." I whisper, letting the book slide off
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our legs to the floor. I move my hand over his now fully stiffened
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penis, and circle one fingertip over the head of his cock where his
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pants are damp and slick with precum.
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Paul breathes heavily, and quickly peels out of his shorts. A
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gorgeous pink penis thrusts up into my waiting hand, and I slip
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lower, hovering over his delicious pole. Breathing hotly against
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his belly and cock, I wet one finger and slowly caress his super-
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tight asshole, over and over again.
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When I finally push in from behind, I also suck his now purpled
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head into my mouth, and slide it in all the way so that my lips
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brush his tan, hairless crotch. I murmur "Nude sunbathing?
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You're pretty cool yourself." as I go down another time, this time
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taking his tight, tasty balls.
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Paul can only moan in response as I caress his magic button
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inside, and run my tongue up and down the underside of his
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slender dick. He frantically reaches down, and manages to pull
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himself around while grabbing my waist, so that his golden hair is
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now down on my jeans. While rocking slowly back and forth on
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my fingers and into my hungry mouth, he unbuttons my fly and
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pulls my cock out, and quickly sucks it in.
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I gasp, and slow him down through my own slower motions on
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his silken shaft. I pull his shirt up, so that I can see his taught
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ribcage, and play with his erect nipples. Paul's back arches under
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my arm and he spasms, pushing his cock deep into my mouth,
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locking his firm legs around my head, and spurting just the tiniest
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bit of boy-juice onto my tongue. Not able to hold back any longer,
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I pump my own load into his slick and tender boy-mouth, and he
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gulps it all down. We hold each other's dicks in our mouths for
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one more cum a piece before reluctantly releasing each other.
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Panting, I tickle my finger across Paul's tight belly, which dances
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up and down in response.
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"Hey, that's not fair!" he shrieks, and pulls me off onto the floor.
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"Forgive me, Red Dragon." I reply, "I am but your most humble
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servant."
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We spent the rest of the afternoon with Paul teaching me some
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karate, and me teaching him some new things about what a boy-
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cock can do given the proper guidance. That evening I even got up
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the nerve to skinny dip with him in my landlord's pool. I sucked
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his slim dick longingly as he held himself just slightly out of the
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water under the diving board. But finally I had to drive him home.
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We hugged in the car, and he fondled my cock as he reached for
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the door.
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"Call me tomorrow?"
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"Absolute, Red Dragon."
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THE END
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