The Fiery Dragon

The Fiery Dragon Ch 07

Phillip or Diego? The Dragon or the Bear?

This is a chapter in a longer story set initially in China, about fifty years ago, at the beginning of the first interactions among Americans and Chinese on their territory. Th action e had moved to Vienna and then to Washington as David matures. David is now "safely" back in Washington. All characters are over 18. © Brunosden, All Rights Reserved.

Setting: David Lee has had an unusual and exciting life up to the opening of this chapter. He is now 31, established as a Washington scientist, engaged in cutting edge nuclear propulsion research, and heading an agency in the Department of Defense. Over time and with great personal effort, he has transformed himself from a tall, gawky nerd, to a Superman-like hero, with developed muscles, impeccable grooming and tailored clothing. David is gay. Only one thing remained of the teen-nerd-David: his enormous endowment.

In his past, he had been introduced to man on man sex, enraptured by and sexually involved with Phillip Tang, a young Chinese hunk just a little older than he. David took the breakup hard and alternated between periods of celibate intense work and casual hooks, mostly with the guys who came on to him at the gym to which he had become addicted.

Phillip's "mandatory" Chinese wife had disappeared, and he has now defected and is in Washington. Phillip has twice before disappeared from David's life. He's contacted David and more or less offered to pick up where they left off many years before.

But, David is now at the beginning stages of a serious relationship with Diego Vargas, a surgeon at George Washington Hospital Center. Phillip's reappearance in Washington is unsettling. David has decisions to make.

The story continues in David's voice.....

I didn't get much work done the afternoon after I had had lunch with Phillip at Maison Blanche. His appearance--and his apparent desire to take up where we had left off--in Chicago, and later in Vienna--were equally upsetting. He was telling me that he no longer had any connection with or loyalty to the Communist Party or China in which he had been raised--and which he had served for most of his adult life. Twice before China had blocked our relationship--and he had apparently chosen China both times. Now he is telling me that he actually had chosen me over China--and that the breakups were to protect me from the stigma of a sexual relationship with the enemy--given my security status in the US. I wasn't so sure. I was inclined to believe him, but I had been burned twice, presumably because my feelings for him were so intense. Perhaps they still were. After all he was my first. And I really didn't have the stuff to sort through it--yet.

So I spent the time in the office reading scholarly papers and doing the paperwork that occupies so much time of every bureaucrat. Nothing important. I couldn't afford a careless mistake. But, finally, it was six and I headed to the gym. A good hard workout would help to clear my senses.

When I was almost there, I realized this was a Wednesday and Diego would be there, and that he would expect me to go home with him after the workout. I wasn't ready. I wouldn't know what to say--if anything. And I couldn't spend the night in his bed, knowing what I know and not having made a choice. I'm just not that kind of guy. So I detoured home, changed and went out for a run instead.

Like so many runners, my objective is to "zone" within minutes of beginning to run--"waking" only after four or five miles of steady pace. I tried. I counted steps. Timed distances. Became observant of the new spring leaves showing on the Rock Creek paths. Tried to concentrate on nothing. It didn't work. But I nevertheless finished the run--longer than usual--in an attempt to tire myself out. I knew I had to spend some time thinking--about me, one of my least favorite pastimes.

As I returned to the condo, sweaty and pumped, I recognized an old one-time hook, although I couldn't recall his name. He recognized me and turned toward me expectantly. He was in the lobby waiting for someone. I walked up and shook. "What brings you here?"

He stared at my chest plastered to the thin tee and the running shorts which bulged with Davie's chub. Involuntarily, he licked his lips. "Hello, David. Good to see you. I'm meeting an agent. She's showing me a condo. I'm in the market. Do you live here?"

"Yeah, for about a year. It's a pretty well-run place. It doesn't have any amenities--but there's a Gold's down the block--but I guess you know that. I've seen you there.. And it's convenient to the Metro." (For the life of me, although I know we had fucked, maybe more than once, I couldn't remember his name, and it was embarrassing.)

Just then, a cute young woman walked into the lobby and approached. "Which of you two gorgeous hunks is Sean Gibson?"

"I'm Sean. This is Superman--I mean David Lee. He's just told me he lives here."

"Well, let me show you the place Sean. Glad to meet you Superman." She handed me her card. Anytime you want to sell your place or anything else you might want to do, give me a call. My name's not Lois Lane, unless you want it to be."

We laughed. I invited Sean to stop by for a drink sometime. "Let me know if you decide on this building. I'm in 810."

I went upstairs and took a long hot shower. Then I slipped into a pair of sleep shorts and a tee. My damp hair fell into the natural cut with the signature curly lock drooping over my forehead. I flipped on the TV and rummaged in the freezer for something to micro. I was looking for anything to distract me from the decisions I knew were looming before me.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Fuck, I wasn't dressed for company. I hadn't ordered takeout. Who could that be? I went to the door and bent over to look out the peephole--which was designed for 5-10 not 6-4. It was Sean. So I stood behind the door and opened. "You offered a drink. Is the offer still good?"

"I'm not dressed, Sean. But you're welcome. Just give me a minute to get decent."

"I don't mind. I don't stand on formality. And I've seen you nude anyway. Hell, nobody at the gym who's seen you nude ever forgets that terrific body and that unreal dick. No need for decency with me. If you want, you can strip now, and I'll do the same. We can drink in our birthday suits. And take it from there. The condo downstairs is looking more promising with every passing minute. The building comes with a very interesting amenity--you. Incidentally, Lois--er Susan--wanted to know your stats and digits. I hope you don't mind."

I realized immediately what I liked about Sean. He was a comedian and a lightweight. Good body. But, not serious about anything and not looking for commitment. "Well, come on in then. I'll see what I can rustle up."

I pointed to the living area and went to the kitchen to get the beers. When I returned, I stopped suddenly, and almost dropped the cans. Sean had taken me at my word. He had stripped and was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed under this bulging pecs, legs akimbo and cock chubbing. He was just about five-six, lightly muscled with a banana cut dick arching over enormous ball sacs. I remembered that we had joked that he was a fucking leprechaun. He was so small, at least compared to me. A toy. A twink. But, with a decent dick.

I handed him a beer and pulled a few towels from the chest to spread over the sofa. Then I motioned him to sit. I sat next to him as he made no move to redress. He was exactly the distraction I needed for the moment.

Sean was a freckled ginger, reasonably muscled with a smile that extended across his entire face. Green mischievous eyes. His hair always seemed that he had just emerged from bed. Always ready to goof off. Or joke. Or fuck. It's a miracle that a guy that small can handle my dick. But obviously he had--and was apparently ready for a rerun.

"Do you want to watch something on TV?"

"Not really. I was hoping for something a little more athletic." He put the can, half empty already, on the table and climbed into my lap. He nestled close in and snuggled his cock and balls right next to mine. Then, he reached up and squeezed a tit. "Fuck, you are so damn hard. The man of steel!" Then he laughed at his own joke. The laugh and the smile were intoxicating. I bent down and took his lips. His arms went immediately around my neck to hold me close.

"I don't make it a practice to do guys like you twice in the same year, but in your case, I'm going to make an exception."

"I'll certainly make it worth your exception. I'll even let you into my pot of gold if you promise not to tell."

He looked down. Davie was at attention and stretching his muscles to fly. "Oh fuck. He's so big. So fuckin' big. He's gonna tear me up. Do I remember correctly? Is he Davie, the Magic Dragon? I think I'm in love already."

I marveled that he was one of the few that recognized Davie as another persona, someone with desires and moves. Fuck, I talked with him all the time. He's one of my best friends. "Close. Davie is right. But it's Fiery Dragon."

Sean reached down and stroked. Then he pulled his hand away very fast, feigning pain. "Fuck. I forgot he's on fire. Sorry, Davie. I'll be more careful next time. Can you turn the temp down just a bit?"

The light mood was perfect. But, I was ready. I stood, and before Sean could fall, I gripped him in a fireman's carry and threw him over my shoulder, planting the fingers of my hand firmly in his crack. He lamely protested, reached down and slapped my butt, but I knew it was all an act. He was a slut for any big cock. I marched into the bedroom and threw him on the bed. He was small, and next to me he seemed like a comic figure from an Irish play. He immediately spread and vee-d and lifted. He wanted to watch me take him.

I pulled off the sleep shorts and tee, knelt in the vee, bent over and rested my hands on his thighs. I pushed him farther up and focused on the bud. It was opening and closing, moist and pink, like a sea bed urchin inviting prey. Bad analogy. He was the prey and Davie was about to devour his ass. I lubed him well and began to finger him open. He moaned and wise-cracked in rapid succession. "Davie, welcome home. Don't be afraid. I don't bite. Cum on in. You're welcome boy. There's plenty of room in the inn. Fuck. You're killin' me with procrastination. Are you cummin' in or not?" He continued on with non-stop wise-cracks--aimed at my dick--for about two or three minutes as my fingers worked to open him more. Sean was the only guy who had the temerity to have a full conversation with my dragon as it prepped to explore his cave. Just the level of humor I needed at the moment.

So I wrapped, lubed again, lined up Davie and applied enough pressure that his head popped inside. "Oh, fuck. You're big. And the breath--it's so damn hot. Can't you gargle or something to bring down the heat? Didn't your dragon-master teach you anything? You're going to burn up your house before you even get in." I froze. Sean smiled and added, "Don't you dare pay attention to anything I say right now. The fairies have come out and they're afraid of dragons. They've taken over my head and my voice. Just keep doin' what you're doin'." Then he squeaked again, feigning a NO. Then laughed and pushed his ass up to welcome me inside.

I had forgotten how much fun Sean was--for a quickie or a one-nighter. He was just what the doc ordered.

I plunged and began to stroke long and deep. He smiled through it all--although his face darkened so much it blotted out the freckles. And he kept the broad toothy smile. Sean was a real sybaritic bottom. He loved being fucked. The harder the better. And coincidentally, I was in the mood to fuck pretty hard at that moment. I plunged deep and fast, over and over, manhandling his small body into various positions so that I could punish his nut. He loved every minute. He was so tight. And he knew how to use his chute muscles to maximize my pleasure. Laughing and squealing. Calling for more, deeper and harder.

Finally, I stiffened, plowed deep and exploded. He provided the cinematic sound effects and even hummed a few bars of the 1812 Overture. And he followed, covering our chests with his spunk--much more of it than a little guy like him had the right to produce. Suddenly, his humor disappeared. I released his legs and they enveloped my waist, holding Davie deep inside. His hands went to my neck and he pulled me down tight to him. "Fuck, you are absolutely the best, David. I think I'll take the condo. Just on the chance that Davie might need a babysitter once in awhile--or a place to chill if you get tired of him."

After ten minutes or so, we cooled. I got up and released him. He went to the bath, cleaned himself up, dressed, and, with only a quick hug and a brotherly kiss, left. No long term commitment required. I showered again, went for another beer and sat in the living room. I felt great, and Davie was quiet for once. But, I guess it was time to sort things out.

Being a scientist, I mentally listed the pros and cons of the two pathways open to me now: Rekindle with Phillip. Or take the plunge with Diego. I won't bore you with my tortured logic--which took me over an hour to work through. Sifting through everything, I finally decided.

I got through two more days of work, frequently second-guessing my personal conclusions, but held nevertheless to my original plan.

Friday night finally came, and I went to the gym. Diego was of course there. He made no comment about my absence on Wednesday--both of us often missed nights when work demanded. We finished up, showered, and he expected that I'd go with him to his place--it was his weekend to host. We walked the two blocks in silence and entered.

"You've been unusually quiet tonight. Is something wrong at work? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, nothing at work. I couldn't talk about it anyway. But, there is something we need to talk about."

"Uh, oh. Your tone sounds ominous. Shall I get us some drinks first?"

"Yeah. I'd like a scotch, a double, on the rocks."

"You're scaring me, David."

I gulped the scotch and started. We had never talked much about our early lives or past loves. I knew he was a player. And he knew I wasn't a virgin. Best to leave the past alone.

But, I launched into a detailed description of my relationship with Phillip, omitting very little, but emphasizing that he had walked out the first time, but I had the second time. Throughout, he was silent, sipping occasionally from his glass. He seemed sad as he absorbed the intensity of my feelings for China and Phillip. I guess he thought that we were breaking up. Even though I tried to convey to him that with the kind of life I had led up until the time I met Phillip, I was emotionally vulnerable to anyone who seemed to like me.

My first fuck had been in public--and was probably designed to enhance Phillip's rep, rather than do anything special for me. But, I fell immaturely and completely for him. And that cost me years of what could have been emotional development. Vienna had convinced me that I really did like Phillip--even if he did have ulterior motives. He had the ability still to hypnotize and seduce me. But, he was a clear and present threat to my work. I had to leave him alone. But, I'm not over him.

"David, if you feel that way, I think you should go for him. I'd like to think I could beat him in a battle for your love, but I'm not going to do that. You need to make that decision. I want you to know that I'm in love with you. I'm ready to commit if you are. I'll take good care of you, David. I promise we'll be happy. But, maybe you need to work out your feelings for Phillip first."

Then he got up and refilled our glasses. "There's one more thing--just in case it makes a difference. It's not important to me, but I know how disappointed you are that I can't top you. So, I've talked to a urologist at GW and he's given me something which he says will help me to keep hard without cumming so I can top you. He says it's a closely-held secret within the porn producing community. It's how those actors keep it up for hours without cumming. We can try it tonight if you want."

"I appreciate the gesture, Diego. You are always the careful, considerate guy. But, I told you that story for a reason. Not to break up with you--unless that is what you want. But, to tell you that I too am ready to commit to us. But I didn't want it to be a lie. I've had too much of that. China will always be a magnet for me. But, Phillip is not good for me. He'll find someone else. He's very resourceful. So, I'm coming with dirty laundry. I think anyone who has studied and visited is entranced by the exoticism and potential. But, as of tonight, Phillip is in the past. He'll do just fine. So what will it be, Diego. Are we good? Or do you want some time to think about it."

He smiled. "We are soooo good." He took both of our glasses, pulled me up and hugged me so tightly that he pushed the breath from my body. He was so incredibly strong. Our lips touched and his tongue invaded. "Time to go upstairs, David."

I felt that a great rock had been removed from my back. And needless to say, Davie was jumping with joy. He had really cum to love roughhousing with Diego.

Somehow the stairs seemed easier. And his ass, just a few inches in front of me, seemed riper. We stripped and dropped into his big soft bed. Then we wrestled and rolled, two strong guys not afraid to use our strength to take what we want. We necked as hands probed and massaged asses, cupped tits, squeezed nipples. We ground our dicks side by side into rippled abs. The heated air thickened with our musky testosterone. Silent--save for an occasional moan of pleasure. It was the best foreplay that I'd ever had.

Until Diego finally climbed on top and straddled my loins. He reached to the table and slathered himself and Davie with lube. Then he rose above me using his powerful thighs. He reached behind, aimed and plunged down. Bottoming in one clean stroke. His eyes widened in pain. Then they softened as his chute stretched to accommodate my rigid pole. We froze for a few seconds. Di lifted again and plunged. Repeated. Then again. He fell into my chest relieving his weight from my gut. So I planted my feet and began the persistent up-thrusts that would bring us both to the edge. He darkened, smiled and bent in to take my lips, whispering, "Yes. Now. Do it! I just love it when you let Davie run the show. I'm in love with you, David."

I felt the first spasm on my gut, dry. Then another, this time carrying his spunk. And simultaneously tightening his anal ring. I stroked once or twice more. Then lifted myself well off the mattress with him firmly in the saddle, went deep, really deep and exploded. Blasting my seed-filled hot spunk deep into his bowels. He continued to recoil and spew, filling the space between our chests with his gooey cum. His head fell into the space above my shoulder and we kissed as he relaxed and spread out above me, plastering us both to the bed, stuck together with his cum. Fuck, we fit together so well. Physically and emotionally.

I knew then that I had made the right decision. I was in love with this guy. He was hot, reliable, funny--and he was in love with me--for me, not for what I could do for him. And he was a hunk!

We dozed. Then about a half hour later, we unglued from each other, and he went for a warm moist towel to remove the crusted cum. I breathed in the moist cum when he did. It was one of my favorite perfumes. But, so did Davie. I noticed his one eye opened wide as he spread his wings, stretched out his neck and retracted the ruff-hood. Fuck, he was getting ready again. I watched as Diego returned to the bath with the towels. Going his butt was a work of art in motion. Cuming back, his nice solid dick was hardening.