The day Justin Taylor came home from St. James Academy with a cut lip and a bruised cheek, his father had decided that he needed to learn how to defend himself.  He also suspected that his father knew <i>why</i> he had gotten into a fight with Chris Hobbs, but they never really talked about it.   Hence, as an early birthday gift, Craig had arranged for his son to receive private karate lessons.   
 
Pausing at the door, Justin took a deep breath, and reluctantly followed his old man into the karate school.  A tall, dark haired dreamboat immediately captured his attention.  When the man bowed, his hands remained rigidly straight by his sides.  Ten students of various ages, were sitting cross legged on the mat, intently observing their mentor.  Justin couldn't help admiring the man's agility and grace, as he began to move.  He reminded Justin of a panther, sexy and sleek.  The intense concentration showed on the man's handsome chiseled features, as he exuded control and strength, alternately punching the air, and then leaping into a kick.  
 
Justin had not wanted to take karate lessons, but now he was starting to change his mind.  If this beautiful specimen before him was going to be his instructor, maybe this wouldn't be the torture that he thought it would be.  At least he would have someone hot to look at.  Justin kept repeating to himself, 'please let it be him, please let it be him'.  
 
The man ended his demonstration the way he began it, with a bow.  The men and women watching broke out into applause.  The instructor did not seem to be phased by the accolades he was receiving, nor the looks of adoration from his students, both male and female.  Instead, he called the class to attention using commands in another language.   Then, after a respectful bow to their instructor, they were dismissed.  
 
To Justin's delight, the gorgeous instructor walked towards them.  As he came near, he extended his hand in greeting.  "Mr. Taylor, nice to see you.  And this young man must be your son."
 
"Justin, this is Mr. Kinney."
 
"You can call me Brian when class isn't in session", he directed to the blond young man, who gave a shy smile in return.  Brian caught himself as he gave the kid a once over, trying not to be too obvious.  He was enchanted by the boy's crystal blue eyes, and his youthful glow.   'Very nice indeed', he inwardly appraised.
 
"When we spoke the other day, you said that Justin's lessons would be at 8:30 at night", Craig reminded him.
 
"Yes", Brian confirmed.  "I'll be your instructor for the hour session Justin, if that's okay with you and your dad."  He had intended to let one of his other instructors work with Justin, but the words just blurted out of his mouth, before he could stop himself.
 
"That's fine", Craig announced, obviously pleased.  He turned to his son.  "Justin you're very lucky because Mr. Kinney, I mean Brian, is a seventh degree black belt, and has won many distinguished awards."  
 
Craig pondered that maybe this was just what his son needed, a strong masculine influence.  He had been disturbed ever since his wife had informed him that their son was gay, and that he had gotten into a conflict with another student over his sexual preference.  Of course Craig dispelled her statements, saying that perhaps he was just experimenting.  A son of his could never be queer.  Justin just needed a little guidance and discipline.
 
Justin was thrilled with his good fortune.  He was impressed with not only Brian's accomplishments, but his physical attributes as well.  Justin knew he would jerk off tonight thinking of his beautiful instructor, with the most amazing hazel eyes.
 
Justin would have been surprised to know that Brian was thinking similar thoughts.  He licked his lips as his eyes tracked the luscious young blond, with the cute bubble butt, saunter out the door.  Brian was looking forward to working with the kid, and was getting hard at the mere thought.  He definitely planned on going to Babylon tonight, the renowned gay dance club in the Pitts.   He'd be sure to pick a blond haired twink to fuck tonight, so he could indulge his improper thoughts of his newly acquired student.