The Fiery Dragon Sean Gibson Outae

The Fiery Dragon: Sean Gibson Outtake

A Magic Evening with a Fiery Dragon

In The Fiery Dragon Ch 07, David Lee has a quickie with a leprechaun. This is a POV piece from the leprechaun's (Sean Gibson's) perspective. All characters portrayed are over 18. This is a one off story and doesn't require reading The Fiery Dragon series. © Brunosden, 2025. All rights reserved.

I'm home now in my apartment, lying in bed, replaying the last few hours over and over. Totally unexpected, wonderful, stimulating.

I've just had one of the most incredible evenings of my life. It started with an appointment with a real estate agent to look at a condo for sale in a newer building in Foggy Bottom (Washington, D.C.). It was a little more than I wanted to pay, but the location was exactly right—I could walk to work and it was a block from my gym. Maybe I could get them to come down a bit on the price. It was worth a look.

I arrived at the lobby at just about 7:30 p.m. to meet the agent. She had texted me that she was running ten minutes late—perhaps the luckiest ten minutes of my life. Because just then David Lee walked through the glass doors. It was obvious that he had just finished working out or maybe a run. He was wearing a soaking sea-blue tee which stuck to his sculpted pecs and sweat-stained silky shorts that did little to hide what I knew to be his legendary dick. He had a lightweight brilliant red hoodie over his shoulders—almost like a cape. His dark hair was soaked in sweat, the curly locks which he had obviously obsessed over, hung over his forehead.

He's tall, really tall, probably 6-6 or more, wide and impressively muscled. He had definitely earned his Superman sobriquet. He automatically ducked when he came through the door! He was huge, pumped—and absolutely beautiful. He could have had me right there in the lobby if he had the notion to do so. My cock instantly perked up and my ass twitched—they had already consented.

He looked over and recognized me, but he looked a little dazed. Maybe he was still zoning from the work out. Maybe he was pre-occupied with some huge scientific question—I knew he was one of DC's best-known nuclear scientists. Or maybe he had forgotten my name. But we had fucked. More than once. And they were fucks that I would never forget. David had been nicknamed "Superman" at the gym—and with good reason.

He walked up to me, but stood back. Presumably he was afraid that he stunk from the workout and was headed for a shower. Or maybe that he had made a date and forgotten it. Finally, we shook. He smiled warily. And I quickly took him off the hook, remarking that I was looking to buy one of the condos in the building and that I was meeting an agent. Not said was that I wasn't there for him—although I definitely could have been.

The lobby door swung open again and the agent walked in. She was a young, attractive blonde, wearing a no-nonsense business suit, which swelled under her ample breasts with cleavage that peaked out of the not-so-business open sheer blouse underneath—the kind of woman that turns heads. She spotted the two of us, but her gazed lingered on David's spectacular body. We had never met, so she asked which of us was Sean Gibson, her client. (Actually, she asked which of us "glorious hunks" was Sean. I think she was hoping it was David.) David's eyes widened. Now he had a name. And the instant smile and relaxed shoulders betrayed that he remembered that we had been together—actually twice, nearly a year ago, but not here at this condo.

He backed off immediately, wished me well in my search, and then he dropped the invitation. "I'm in 810. Let me know if you decide to buy here or if you have any questions." He mentioned Gold's—where we had hooked—so I guessed that he finally remembered that we had fucked after he had picked me up there.

She made her typical sales pitch to David, and then decided to include herself in the deal. He remained diplomatically silent. So we headed off to see 812, a one-bedroom.

*****

About forty minutes later, I rang the bell of 810. (I had seen 812 and rode the elevator down to the lobby before retracing my steps so as not to confuse the agent.) It took a long time for him to open the door—but I knew he was home and waited. It opened a few inches, and David, standing behind the door, greeted me by name. "I wasn't expecting company. I'm not decent. But if you'll give me a minute, I can offer you a drink."

I wasn't letting this opportunity go by. I looked up (I'm probably almost a foot shorter than he and weigh probably 70 or 80 pounds less) into his deep blue bedroom eyes, "I really don't mind, David. I've seen you naked." (Could I have been any more obvious in my intentions?) He was wearing those black-rimmed Clark Kent glasses that totally turned me on. I almost melted into a puddle in the hallway.

He paused for just a few seconds, obviously considering his options. Then he decided, "Well, come on in then."

"Fuck, thank you St. Patrick and St. Bridget," I muttered under my breath. He opened the door wide and I walked in. He had showered and was in a tight tee that emphasized his incredibly developed pecs and loose short boxers—probably for sleeping. He was barefoot. And smelled of sandalwood—probably the soap or the shampoo he had just used. I almost jumped him at that very second. He was radiating pheromones and animal sex.

"Make yourself at home. I'll get us some drinks. Beer okay? Can or glass?"

"Beer is fine. Can."

He went into the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and the pop of two cans. But, I had decided to go all-in with my audacious bet. I quickly stripped, fluffed, spread my legs, crossed my arms and struck the pose. Seconds later, he walked back in. His eyes went really wide when he spotted me standing starkers in his living room with Seanie chubbing up already. There was just a second of hesitation—or maybe confusion. Then the smile that lit up his face. Whatever plans he had before, I had just changed them.

"Oh fuck! Thank you, god. Just what the doctor ordered."

I let my breath out. He wasn't going to throw me out.

I should tell you that, compared to David, or almost everyone for that matter, I'm a really little guy. I'm about 5-6, in good shape, no fat, but small. Rusty curly hair, green eyes, freckles. Nice sized dick, maybe seven—but not particularly special compared to David who was carrying around one of the wonders of the world. I make up for my size with personality. I'm the life of the party, a joker. I'm always ready with words to improve somebody's attitude. I'm a total bottom, and, really, a total slut for a big dick. Pretty aggressive about announcing my availability. Most of the desirable alphas in the gym have taken me home. And I've had no complaints.

I knew immediately that David was really down about something. But, I didn't let that stop me. Nor did I even ask. For the next hour or so, I was going to make him forget whatever it is. I was even going to make him forget who he was!

He handed me the can, pulled a few large towels from a chest and threw them on the sofa. "Have a seat, Sean."

He made a lame suggestion about TV. I smiled, "No, I'm thinking of something a little more athletic." As though it were not obvious already. So he turned it off.

Yes! I almost pumped my fist in the air. My boldness has worked. I'm in for some fun. So I sat, not bothering to redress. He sat beside me. We talked for a few minutes as we gulped. I grabbed his can and put it on the table. Then I moved to his lap, straddling—so that my dick would lie above his which was already tenting the sleep shorts. His long muscled guns surrounded me and pulled me into his chest. He was incredibly hard. My hands went around his neck. I pulled our faces together and our lips met. Then I opened and his tongue invaded. Yes, invaded. Total take-no-prisoners battle. Boy, he must really have something big on his mind. Something was bothering him—and thank god, he was going to take it all out on me. The massive tongue took over my mouth, washing the sides and roof and dueling with the tongue as his lips suctioned the life out of me. I remembered from before, this guy is a Grade A power-kisser. A fuckin' hoover. A powerful lover of men.

I felt his cock swelling under my naked ass. It was so big and so hard that it was like a hydraulic jack in a repair shop. I dropped back a bit and repositioned. It fit right into my crack and lifted me inches above his lap!

Then my left hand reached under his tee, tickled his abs, and began to stroke his right pec and pinch his right nipple. He laughed, then groaned. Fuck, most guys have that erogenous zone. And he was no different. I kept at it as his hands moved to my butt. I pulled off his glasses and then his tee. I once again salivated at the chest. And my lips went to both nipples to suckle. I sucked hard on one, then the other. They stiffened and engorged. And David's color darkened a little. If there had been any question before, there wasn't one now. He was definitely going to fuck me. I had awakened the lust.

Then, it was like a switch had been hit. He gave me that big toothy smile that lit up the squared face and vanquished everyone. He rose from the sofa, pulling me up with him like a lightweight rag doll. I started to cling, but he threw me over his shoulder, cave man style, and held me in place with two huge hands on my ass cheeks, a thumb digging into each hip dimple and fingers in the cleft to insure than I didn't escape. Escape? Who am I kidding? Never! Hell, he was so big that, doubled over his shoulder, my hands barely reached his butt. I tapped lamely and totally ineffectively. I wanted that dick inside me.

He strode into the bedroom and pitched me onto the enormous king. Then he stripped off the sleep shorts and his cock sprung up and bounced off his rippled abs. The hood had drawn back, exposing a purplish plum-shaped head, surrounded by the furled ruff of the hood, atop a long thick shaft with bulging blue and red veins curling up the pole. My dick stood up and saluted the flag. It was huge, a king among cocks, girding for action.

"Davie, the Magic Dragon—isn't he?"

"Close, Davie, yes, but he's the Fiery Dragon."

"Yeah. I remember. He's always so fuckin' hot! Did you ever tell me how he got that name?"

"It's a long story. A certain Chinese boy... Oh, fuck. You really aren't interested.... Later." He stared down at me with an intensity that seemed to burn right through me.

I stretched my arms out and I spread my legs wide to give him room for anything he wanted. He knelt into the vee and reached under my thighs and lifted. He pulled me up to his face as I draped over his massive shoulders. Thank god, I had shaved just this morning. Then his lips went to my rim and his tongue curled and entered. Even his tongue was hard and long! I squirmed and lofted up into him. Nobody, nobody has ever eaten me like David. It was a fuckin' banquet—and I was the appetizer, the main course and the dessert. I squealed and moaned and hissed. "You gotta put Davie in. It's not fair. He wants to play too. Don't you Davie?" But he continued nevertheless. Almost pushing me over into insanity.

Finally, he relented and knelt back on his haunches. He reached over, grabbed a foil pack of XXXLs, tore it with his teeth, and rolled it on. "Are ye sure you want to wrap up that beautiful lad? Ye can go in bare if you want. I know he'd like it better that way. He's so damn hot that he'll probably melt the safe anyway. I'm willing to take the risk. I wouldn't mind if you got me preggars."

He just smiled and lubed up the condom. Well, nice try.

Then I moved into my well-rehearsed schtick. Most of my partners seemed to like it. I put on my phony Irish brogue leprechaun high voice and opened up a dialogue with his cock. "Oh, Davie. Are ye gonna let this laddie run the show? Do ye really want to be all wrapped up? Isn't it hot inside there? Fuck, you are a big lad now. You can make yer own decisions. Do ye really need a jumper when you go out? Wouldn't ye rather feel skin on skin? Yer all grown up. Fuck, how tall are ye now? Ten? Eleven? Twelve? I bet your Daddy is buying yer new shoes every week. I'm gonna pet ye. Fuck! You are so hot. Can you turn down the temperature a little? And I bet you've perfected yer moves. Let me see'em, Davie, me lad. If you're really good, I'll even tell ye where I hid my pot of gold."

Even though he chuckled and even wagged Davie at me a few times, David had had enough of my comedy. He bent over me, jackknifed me and took my lips with his (to shut me up, I guess). And simultaneously he took my ass with Davie. The head knocked a few times. I pushed down—and he popped in. Fuck he burned! No wonder he's been named for a dragon, a fire-breathing dragon. It was just the tip, but I was already stuffed and scorched. I was so small under this giant of a man. And it felt so good.

The pressure continued, and in my leprechaun voice I jokingly protested. I called out Davie's hot breath. But, David understood. It was all an act. I loved being stretched and reamed. Even when it hurt a little. My chute positively vibrated with pleasure and stretched to accommodate the biggest intruder it had ever experienced. If only all my partners could be so big! This is fuckin' Paradise.

When Davie touched my nut, I nearly shot on the spot. It was so intense. Nerves throughout my body throbbed with pleasure. I wanted more. And more. And more.

He continued to rock, pushing me farther into the crouch with each thrust. Then he bottomed. And I felt like my entire body was one big wrapper for his manhood. Davie was rearranging furniture in his lair, my gut. And finally, when he was comfortable, he began his exercises, plunging long and hard, pulling back, then doing it again. Each time battering at the door of my inner being.

David and Davie were enjoying their moment of release. Neither was thinking of anything but the action in play. The intensity of David's concentration on the fuck was unbelievable. Normally, I guess, he's pretty serious about sex. Certainly he knows how big he is and what he does to guys. But this evening he was really enjoying and grinning like the Cheshire cat. I was a really luck boy, even if I had to make believe that I was a leprechaun to enjoy the play of a dragon. He had me soaring above Metropolis, riding on the back of the biggest, fiercest dragon of all time. Literally in another world. On a different plane.

Then, like last time, I felt the split second pain when he burst through the inner barrier. I gushed lube, and the pain turned to the most intense pleasure that I've ever experienced in my life. David paused for a few seconds, obviously relishing the tight massage that my chute had re-initiated, waiting for my signal.

I groaned in pleasure and pushed up into him.

David once again dropped back onto his haunches and pulled me off the bed. I drew me into him like a pet toy. Doing so released my legs. So I wrapped around his waist and pulled our chests together. He bounced a few times. Each time reamed me deep and wide. Fuck, I was so stuffed. Then he stood at the edge of the bed, drew me to him, and bounced me hard on his incredible dick. I was like a fuckin' puppet in his arms, animated by a long hard pole up my ass, holding on for life. I hung tightly to his neck for survival. He was definitely going for the gold. My leprechaun's gold!

I called out to Davie in the thickest brogue I could manage to spit his fire. "I'm cummin' Davie-boy. Help me out here. Put me out of me misery. Burn me up, lad."

Then I started humming the 1812 Overture, even mimicking the gunshots.

I felt David's legs stiffen and his gut pull in. David bent backward and threw his hips forward, straining to deepen. Davie reached deep and his body swelled to expand my chute and crowd my nut. He was going to explode me from the inside. But, fuck it felt so terrific.

And then with exquisite release, my dick expanded, recoiled and the bulb exploded. I shot. A huge load of viscous cum which landed on David's chest. Then again. Each time my ring tightened around his thick shaft. I smiled as I felt Davie getting ready deep inside my gut. I felt the spasm which shook me to my very core. Then multiple jerks as David thrust Davie deep each time. The searing heat of Davie's molten lava filled the bulb of the safe, burning me from the inside out. And as they say, "Fuck, I was so fucked!" I never wanted it to end. He could take up permanent residency.

David slowly spun and fell back onto the bed, holding me tightly on top of him. My head went to his shoulder and my legs frogged around his thighs. My chest floated in the cum on his hard muscles. The aroma of my cum commingled with David's heady musk. My nostrils flared inhaling the sexy perfume.

Minutes later, despite my feeble attempts to keep him locked inside, Davie slowly withdrew, leaving me as empty-feeling as ever before in my life. I moaned, but luckily didn't voice a wisecrack. All joking aside, this had been a serious fuck, an epic cumming together.

We dozed for a few minutes. Then David rolled me off. Davie was still semi-hard and larger than any spent dick ever had the right to be. So I reached down and pulled off the condom, tied it and shot it to the basket in the corner. Then I went down, whispered a few words of appreciation to my delicious playmate and licked the cum from the Davie's long neck and shoulders. His dragon seed was magic and delicious. Too bad it wasn't inside breeding me.

Using my hand, I massaged the head as my other stroked the shaft. I was ready to go again if he was. David was ultra-sensitive at this point and recoiled. So I stopped and moved up. I kissed him, leaving the taste of his cum on his lips. He didn't react. He had obviously put everything into this encounter. And it was over. But he did grin, a big stupid I've-eaten-the-canary grin.

Then I got up, went into his bath, came out with a towel to wash his chest. Throughout, David was silent, but appreciative. And it seemed that Davie was watching me closely with his big shiny, single eye.

I lifted my eyes in question, "Wanna go at it again?" But David remained silent. "Are you sure?" As my hand moved back to cup his balls. But, he was already in another world. I dressed, bent over to brush my lips on David's. I pulled one black lock of his curl and stretched it over the center of his forehead. Then I let myself out.

Definitely, I was going to take the condo—if only to have a chance to visit Davie from time to time. I knew I'd never be enough to be his permanent partner. But, if he gave me a few minutes from time to time, I'd be content.

It is not every day that a wee lad gets to play with a dragon!

BD

This was a short little outtake for The Fiery Dragon series, which I didn't think did much to carry the story along. I hope you enjoy it on its own—without much need for contemplation or explanation.