Justin entered the house with a silly grin on his face. He was in such a good mood, that even the sight of his homophobic father couldn't ruin it. "How was your first lesson son?", Craig inquired, as he marveled at the strange expression on the boy's face. "Great...just great. I can't thank you enough dad, for this amazing gift!", Justin chimed enthusiastically. In his euphoric state, he almost floated up the stairs to his bedroom. Craig looked on, with a self-satisfied smirk. He hoped Brian would continue to be a positive influence on his first born. He knew he was right when he said all that Justin needed was some discipline. The rest of the week presented many challenges for Justin, both physically and mentally. He had to push himself to the limit, and to his surprise he savored every minute of it. Not only because he was alone with Brian for an entire hour, but because he never imagined he was capable of such demanding feats. Even though Justin's entire being was evolving, at school things remained the same. He was still the "out" queer guy, and he was still victimized by others, especially Chris Hobbs. At times they would vandalize his possessions, rough him up, or engage in derogatory name calling, all at his expense. His trouble with Chris began shortly after Justin gave him an impromptu hand job in the equipment room of the gym. He now regretted his impulsive actions that day, which he's sure Chris had thoroughly enjoyed. Perhaps he had enjoyed it a little too much. For ever since that day when the jock had cum in his pants with Justin's hand wrapped around his cock, he had been relentless in his vendetta against the blond. Justin often wondered if his hatred for gays was derived from the fact that he was forced to harbor his own homosexual tendencies in the closet. Justin confided in his friend Daphne about everything. She was the hag to his fag, so to speak. Daphne was the only one who knew about his experimentation with Chris Hobbs, as well as his current crush on his martial arts instructor. Since the very first lesson, Justin gushed to his best friend about Brian Kinney, how good looking he was, what a beautiful body he had...he would go on and on. "Oh my God", Daphne remarked. "You've got it bad for this guy Justin, and he's probably straight." "Probably", Justin sighed, with disappointment in his voice. "Well anyway" he continued, "I want to lose my virginity to someone just like him, when I turn eighteen." "What a birthday gift", Daphne laughed, "when you blow out your candles, you'll be wishing for a long, hard dick up your butt." She scrunched her nose at the thought of her best friend taking it up the ass. During their second session together, Brian became acutely aware of Justin's wistful looks, and the need to impress his teacher. It had been a little over a week, when he decided to have some fun with the smitten kid. The perfect opportunity arose when he saw Justin's female friend accompany him into the dojang. "Is it okay if my friend Daphne watches", Justin asked his handsome instructor. "Sure, I don't mind. Why don't you have a seat over there pretty young lady." Daphne smiled and seemed absolutely thrilled at his flattering reference to her. Brian worked his apprentice hard during their half hour of exercising. Several times, Brian demonstrated an exercise, making both Daphne and Justin drool over his toned physique. While Justin was completing his exercises, counting loudly in Korean, Brian shifted his attention to Daphne. He exuded the Kinney charm, as Justin struggled to focus his attention on what he was doing, and not try to listen to their beguiling conversation. The latter half of the class, Brian taught Justin self defense techniques, using some of the skills he had learned. At one point, Brian had Justin in a choke hold on the mat, his body practically on top of the younger man's. Justin wouldn't have minded, if it wasn't for the simple fact that he was turning blue, as Brian's strength and speed had winded him, and he was gasping for air. Noticing that the kid was having difficulty breathing, Brian told him to tap out, signaling that he had had enough. Justin sensed that in a way, Brian was "showing off" for Daphne. The guy appeared to be as macho as they come. Too bad. He would have to pine away for his mentor in secrecy, with no hope of the man ever reciprocating his feelings. The minute the lesson was over, and they said their good-byes, the best friends bounded out the door together. Daphne couldn't contain her excitement as she burst out with "Oh my God...he's to die for." Justin could only shake his head in agreement. "I told you he was hot." "Totally", Daphne recounted. "Yeah, the two of you were doing some major flirting", Justin intimated, his jealous feelings starting to surface. "I don't know Justin, he was just being nice." A few seconds later, after giving it some thought, Daphne questioned with hopeful eyes, "You think so?" "Looked like it to me" Justin said a little annoyed. 'Fuck!', it was his idea to bring Daphne to his session today. If the two of them hooked up, he would only have himself to blame. Brian hadn't had that much fun in ages. He chuckled to himself, as he remembered the blond's reaction when he used the Kinney charisma on his unsuspecting girl friend. That would certainly keep the little brat guessing. Brian wasn't sure why, but the kid was rapidly getting under his skin. He found that he was actually looking forward to their sessions together. If only the little shit knew what he was really thinking when he had him pinned underneath him on the mat. He might have run back home to mommy and daddy with his tail between his legs. The next day, Justin came back without his friend. Brian smirked smugly. They proceeded to have a productive session, ending on a positive note. Brian praised Justin for his mastery of the white belt form he had been teaching him the past week. After an obligatory thank you to the older man, the boy took his leave to change. He departed with a chipper goodbye, and headed home. Realizing that he had forgotten part of his uniform in the dressing room, Justin jogged the few blocks back to the school. The door was still open, so he walked in. When he called Brian's name and didn't get a response, he decided to go ahead, and retrieve his belt from the changing area. As he slipped past the door, Justin froze in the entranceway, unable to speak. His eyes widened in shock, when he took in the incredulous sight before him.