"Justin, do you want me to drive you to the karate school?", his mother asked. "No thanks, mom. The school's not that far from our house. I think I can manage the short walk", Justin conveyed annoyingly. Why did she always insist on treating him like he was ten for Christ sake. He was going to be eighteen in less than a month! Justin eagerly entered the karate school. One of the other instructors whom he recognized from the previous day, was bidding goodnight to Brian, and then hastily retreated through the back door. Brian raised his eyebrows as he spotted his new student waiting by the entrance, and waved him over. "Hello Justin. You're right on time. I've got your dobok right here", he announced as the young man approached him. "Uh...dobok? Justin queried inquisitively. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what that is." "Don't worry", Brian assured him. "You'll learn all the terminology eventually. A dobok is your uniform." "Oh right. I should have realized that I needed to wear a karate uniform." "Actually this form of martial arts is considered Tae Kwon Do." "How many types of martial arts are there?" "Too many to list", Brian chuckled, "we'd be here all day. This is a Korean form of karate which uses mostly punches and kicks. You won't have to get too close to someone to defend yourself." Brian reached behind the counter, and handed him the crisp white uniform, with a white belt. "Thanks Brian", Justin said appreciatively. 'Shit!', Brian secretly chided himself for the silly grin that absentmindedly flashed across his face. He purposely lapsed into a serious intonation as he explained to Justin, "Once class begins, you are to respectfully regard me as Sir." "Of course Brian, I mean Sir", Justin beamed, as he gazed into Brian's hazel orbs, which now had flecks of gold in them. As Justin's naive eyes bore into him, Brian felt a familiar burning simmering in his loins. He sucked in a breath, and quickly adjusted himself. "You can dress in the locker room other there", he said pointing to a nearby door. Justin anxiously departed to the locker room, and changed into the traditional garb for his first lesson. Brian smiled at the sight of the kid when he came out of the changing area. "I'm afraid you've got to practice tying your belt properly Justin. There's a special technique you must learn. Take off your belt, and I'll show you", Brian ordered. Justin felt like an idiot, as he handed the belt over to his teacher. There was so much he didn't know. However, he was a little startled when Brian came up behind him to demonstrate the technique on him. "Don't turn around", Brian commanded. "It's easier if I show you this way, then you should be able to do it on your own for the next time." As Brian's black uniform brushed up against his white one, Justin was becoming aroused. He certainly didn't want his instructor to notice his woody, especially on the first day of class, and also because he figured Brian was most likely straight. Justin squirmed a little trying to put more distance between him, and the object of his lusting, but he got chills when Brian whispered close to his ear, "there now, that should do it." Brian was getting some weird vibes off the kid. If his gaydar was working correctly, the kid was most definitely a fag like him. That thought further served to distract him even more. He wondered if the fair haired young man in front of him was a virgin. Hmmmm...every so often, he enjoyed being someone's first and most likely best lay. Brian cleared his throat, and tried to focus on his job. "Whenever you come into the dojang, you must bow Justin." Before the kid could ask, Brian added, " a dojang is the Korean term for a martial arts school." He modeled the bowing to the front of the dojang. "You must also bow to your instructor." "Yes sir", Justin said obediently. After bowing to his teacher, the instruction began. First Brian had Justin do exercises to warm-up, in preparation for the moves he was going to learn. "If you're not sufficiently stretched, you can hurt yourself" Brian quipped. He had to suppress a laugh as he thought of the unintended double meaning. Justin shook his head to acknowledge his understanding. Brian then directed him in performing several variations of sit-ups and push-ups, as well as some stretching. He was surprised at the kid's range of flexibility for a beginner. After about a half hour of warming up, the sweat was pouring down Justin's flushed face. Brian warned him, "Tonight when you go home, drink plenty of water and take a hot bath. Even though you're young, you're using muscles that haven't been used before. Tomorrow you'll be hurting a bit." Brian stood in a scissored stance, and then stepped forward, snapping his right leg out at the knee. "This is a front kick", he informed Justin. He had Justin practice 20 kicks with each leg. Brian only had to correct the kid once, before he would internalize it, and execute it properly. Next, Brian showed Justin the horse riding stance. He bent his knees so he was squatting down, and held his hands in two fists at his hip. Brian decided to show him how to throw a punch correctly from the stance, since Justin appeared to have an unusually fast ability to learn. Admiring that particular character trait in the younger man, Brian commended him. This caused a huge smile to spread across Justin's adorable face. The session was over before they knew it, and Justin bowed out, as he retired to the locker room to change to his street clothes. He was on an emotional and physical high, and he had Brian Kinney to thank for that. The instructor watched curiously as the kid's eyes twinkled as he thanked Brian, and exited. Brian stayed behind to lock up, and turn on the alarm. He couldn't seem to shake the visions he was having of the ripe blond lying naked underneath him. Since when the fuck did he ever fantasize about a twink? He could already tell that Justin Taylor was going to be trouble.