Dragondrivers

Still together, forty-one years later, this story has the same cast as

Naked Ground School

. Like that story it was an entry in a 1000 word short story contest.

All Pseudonyms have been changed to protect the deviant.

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As I stood there among the tall Comozo Palms growing strong from the broken rocks at the lakeshore, I was drinking a cup of coffee, watching the sunrise and enjoying the fresh-water spray as it landed on my naked flesh. Jamie was a few feet away, she had just called down to the old limestone hotel to have one of our students who were currently living there unlock the gate. Maria was coming for the log books and manuals for the airplane we were donating.

As Jamie and I waited for Maria, I wrapped my arms around my lover of more than forty years and thought about how we had come to this magnificent place ten years ago. It was and it is perfect for us. Our whole extended family lives in the neighborhood and we spend our days teaching a group of motivated young people a vocation that we love. We use the older aircraft that we have built or rebuilt with our students to pay for expenses teaching the next group, and the circle continues.

Maria is coming for the latest fruit of that activity, a 3,500 pound, brilliant red, twin engine, deHavilland 84 Dragon we built from scratch using an original 1943 Australian erection diagram and manual. 168 pages that included scale drawings every one of the parts that made up the airplane. It is a masterpiece of engineering, made of wood and covered in doped fabric. A relic of a day where people actually made things, instead of programming the machines that made things.

"Casual..."Maria said," I was going to say casual Friday." In deference to our lack of clothing as she pulled up to us on the stone trail to the house. "But it's Wednesday."

"It's always casual around here," Jamie replied. "You should try it."

Now we don't run around the barrios naked, and we aren't trying to shock anyone. But inside the stonewalls on our estate clothing is totally optional and not generally preferred. Besides, Maria is cool; she's just nervous. She is part of a 'throuple' with Bert and Ernie and believes that public knowledge of their private lives will only serve to impede their professional goals.

"Maybe one day I will," Maria said. "If I ever have the time."

"You have to give yourself a little bit now and again," I said, "even if it is just to optimize your efficiency for work."

"The books are at the house," Maria said, more as a statement than a question and changing the subject.

"Yes..."

"So, referring to our Dragondrivers tag, will you have to change your name on your website?" Asked Maria.

"Oh, that isn't where the name comes from," said Jamie.

"No," I added, "but we couldn't post the actual inspiration for the name."

"Really," said Maria, "what is the source?"

"I'm willing to answer," I said," but before I do, keep in mind that things once seen or heard cannot be unseen or unheard. Choose wisely."

"I have to know."

"Drive us to the house," I said.

When we got to the house Lillian was on the back porch nursing a coffee.

"See," said Jamie to Maria, "you are the only one here with clothes."

We walked into the kitchen where Kristin was making a savory seafood omelette of camarones and a shredded white fish. Paul was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. Eva was holding onto the back of a kitchen chair while George lovingly buggered her, pushing long slow strokes deep into her while holding the chair and her belly from behind.

"I'm not the only one," Maria said, pointing to Kristin's apron, "she's dressed too."

"Got us there," I said with a smile before grabbing the books from the next room and putting them on Maria's passenger seat in her car outside.

When I returned to the kitchen, Paul and George were standing up. Maria was on her knees in front of two erect penises.

"May I..."

"Certainly," Paul said.

As Maria softly, tentatively touched Paul, Jamie was explaining, "We had talked about giving each of the guys a Prince Albert piercing for a long time. But, we were too young and too horney to give up the services of that most enjoyable part of their anatomy for the time required for healing. Then we had a break, a month off before our move to Beaumont, supposedly the humidity capital of the United States.

"Commando, with one's package flopping about, being only marginally preferable to wearing briefs, we did it right - replicating something we had seen. Having it done in sterile conditions. Paul and George's tattoos are Identical except for the pigmentation of the ink. Meiko - Lisa's cousin's lover, did all the work with traditional manual Japanese style needles. One dragon is a hot salmon pink the other a vivid periwinkle blue. Each is accented in ochre and either salmon or periwinkle."

Maria held the hardness of Paul's tattooed member as she looked at the work that was on display. The head of the dragon started at the tip of his penis where a very thick but small diameter red powder coated Prince Albert emerged from the urethra like a flickering tongue. Ultra realistic scales and ochre whiskers sat atop this and on each side of the glans there were two large jet black stones. Simultaneously they were the 'eyes' of the dragon and terminal points of a very thick Pallang piercing crossing over the urethra.

His penis was decorated as a dragon's head and neck, its forelegs dominating a shorn scrotum on each side of a heavy eight stainless-steel captive bead ring ladder. The hind quarters of each dragon, its rear legs and coiled tail covered a depilated pubis, which with two smaller guiche barbells completed the mythical, erotic, oriental scene.

"The deHavilland is going to a good place where it can be appreciated," I said. "But, we were Dragondrivers long before we built it and we will always be Dragondrivers."