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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of

the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales,

organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of

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Eye of the Dragon

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Chapter One

Ah. This was the good life.

Poe sat on the beach somewhere in Mexico. He wasn't sure where, didn't care. He'd given some

produce truck driver a bunch of pesos and told him to stop when they were far away from all of

the major resort areas.

Now he had a thatched shack, his best Hawaiian shirt, a hat with ear holes in it where he'd stolen

it off a donkey, and an umbrella drink.

And a view.

There was this guy...

Hoo yeah. The view was fab.

Broad shoulders, little bitty butt, jaw so square you could set a level on it - the solid blond was

just fine, baking under the sun, sweat sliding over the cut six-pack belly. Hooboy.

He sure did like that look. Hell, who was he kidding? He liked almost any look as long as the

guy sporting it could work it. This one? Was working it. Poe was just thanking god for baggy

shorts.

The guy rolled up out of his chair, stood and stretched, every single muscle rolling. "Lord, but it's

warm. Makes a body lazy."

"Mmmhmmm." They hadn't been sitting that close to begin with, but Poe had sorta...oozed. A

little. Ju-u-u-ust a bit. "Feels good after the north Atlantic."

"I imagine so." He got a grin, nice and sure and all-American. "There's nothing like sun and

surf."

"Oiled up bodies..." This one he could *smell*. Lord, lord. Poe shifted, pulling one leg up.

"Really good rum."

"Oh, I haven't graduated to the rum yet. Maybe I ought to do that instead of a beer..."

"Sure. If you go to the bar, I'll buy." Then he'd get to watch that tight little ass all the way there.

"Yeah? Well, that's a good offer. I'll get the second round. Even us up." One square hand was

offered to him, that body just close enough to lick like ice cream.

Poe shook it before offering money. "M' Poe. Nice to meet you..."

"Cam. Cameron Davis. What do you want from the bar?"

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"Just tell him another one of these." He waggled his little umbrella drink, handing it over with

some cash. "He'll know."

"Sure, man. Cool." Oh, man. That ass. It had that sway thing going on as Cam fought the sand,

that little tug and jiggle.

Lord, lord.

The shorts rode up too, and Poe got to see hairy blond thighs along with just the hint of the thin

skin on the inner leg, all tender and right.

He might just get explode-y.

Cam stood, far enough away that he could watch, one leg propped up on a bar stool, the stance

pulling those shorts just so. Jesus Christmas, the man was gonna give him palpitations.

His cock started up a nice little throbbing, like the beat of the music playing on a tinny little

speaker in the background. The things he could do to that ass crossed his mind in a little parade.

He could see it, fitting in his hands just so. Mmm. Or cradling his cock. Riding his fingers. Uhn.

Oh, then there were toys. Sweet heaven. He could turn that ass every which way but loose. He

could leave bite marks on it. He could push into it until they were both raw. And then he could

start on the other side.

Oh, man. Speaking of the other side. Tight abs, little dark gold curls under the belly button,

hollow of a throat deep enough to drink shots from...

"Here's your drink. Thanks."

"Whut?" Poe blinked, then grinned hugely, shaking his head at himself. "Sorry, man. I was

daydreaming."

"'s alright. The sun'll do that." Mr. Pretty stretched back out on the chair, legs spread and

dangling to either side.

Lots and lots of cold water. That's what he needed to think about. Falling off a rig with no

wetsuit. Oil splattering his face. Old man Harris shooting at him for despoiling his son.

Of course, Mr. Cam Fine-as-Fuck Davis had to complicate matters by oiling himself up,

slathering on the lotion. God, pre-lubed for his fucking convenience.

All he had to do was roll and slide. Like one of those vinyl toys you hooked up to the hose as a

kid. Jesus. "So," Poe asked. "You here with your girlfriend?"

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"Hmm? No. No, I'm just here. A guy I work for had to stay home with his wife and baby, so I

lucked out."

"Oh, sucks to be him." Good to be Poe, though. Good thing his pesos had run out. "How long are

you here? I could stand someone to play some pool with, have supper tonight."

"I'm here for a week. Just got in two days ago and have been soaking up the rays since." He got

another grin, a nod. "I can handle a pool cue."

Oh, he'd just bet this one knew his way around a stick. "Then how about tonight?"

"Okay. Sure. Why not?" Why not indeed.

"Cool." Poe flicked some of the condensation from his drink off his fingers right at Cam, just to

see what those abs could do. "A gringo gets lonely after a bit."

"How long are you here?" Look at that belly jump. He could lick honey off it for hours.

Or other things. Cold cream. Hot sugar. "Oh, I'm here 'til my money runs out."

"Lucky man. I have to be back to work next Monday."

"Yeah? Where's that?" Poe would love to say he hated to be nosy, but it was his fucking stock in

trade.

"I work for the University of Texas, mainly. Research. I’m heading out for Utah from here. I.

Uh. I travel a lot."

"Utah, huh?"

Some good copper and topaz there...

"Yeah. I'll travel up there, do some exploring, send my findings back.” Oh, now, there was a

story there.

"That's some pretty country, man. I just drill." Oil, gems, lalala.

"Drill what?" Now, was that a leading question or what?

'Your ass' almost popped out of his mouth. He stopped it. "Oil. Natural gas. Tourmaline. Dead

bodies. Whatever gets me paid."

That earned him a chuckle, bright blue eyes gone all twinkling. "Sounds like a hard way to make

a living."

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