Two weeks later, it had only gotten better. After our little fight in Babylon, Brian and I had gotten into a groove. We actually alternated nights for which we would go to the bars, but Saturday was the night we went out together.
This gave me time to hang out with Emmett and Ted, also Michael when he went, but he usually only went out when Brian was out. If there was doubt about Emmett and Ted accepting me, it flickered away when they met me on those nights. I was truly starting to feel like one of `the boys'. It had only taken almost a year! Talk about exclusive memberships! This one was one of the most exclusive. You could see it sometimes, when we were out. If someone approached that one of us were friends with, if they hadn't been given the okay, they were quickly dismissed. It was kinda sad sometimes, them wanting to get into our circle. Usually, it was Brian who admonished them. No one was really worthy of his time, which he considered precious. I’ve often wondered how long it took for Em and Ted to be accepted and tolerated by Brian. Emmett it seems, is closer to Brian than Ted. For all Brian’s snickers and remarks, it’s a wonder Ted has tolerated it...but Ted, is just Ted.
It was Wednesday, so that was my night. I had been given the once over by Brian. Nothing too tight. Nothing too revealing.
"Come on, get real Brian...I might as well not even go."
"Good idea, just stay home, and I’ll go out," Brian responds.
"Uh, I am thinking not. Why do you even bother to buy me clothes if I can't wear them?"
"The clothes I buy you are for me Justin...not for anyone else to look at. Besides, you wear them. To class and when we go out," Brian smirks.
"Exactly, when we go out."
So, not to start an argument, which I can do so quickly, I just bite my lip and put on a stretchy, black button down, black pinstripe pants and the new Kenneth Cole's that Brian bought me on Saturday. It’s almost like he buys me these things so it will pick up what he’s wearing. Fucker. Not only am I a trophy, but it’s like I’m a mistress. I’m partially to blame I know. I started wearing the things that I knew he liked (I could tell by how long they were actually kept on my body) and certain colognes and the way I wore my hair. God, I’m such a little bitch! But, when he attacks me or touches me, I’m glad I make these choices and give in.
"So, what are you doing tonight? Are you and Michael gonna hang out?"
"I don't know yet, maybe. I was thinking about stopping by Deb's to see her and Vic. Michael is supposed to be going out with Ben," Brian responds.
"Well, whatever, have fun and play nice. I'll be home later. Be awake, I will want some loving."
Standing in the bathroom doorway, he tells me, "Hmph, you better. We haven't done it all day. It's like you are starting to ration it."
With that, Brian comes over to me and grabs me by my waist and gives me a long, deep kiss. His hands rub over my shirt, "A little tight isn't it?" as he pulls on the nipple ring. He can see the ring
impression through my shirt, "Not thinking of getting any are you? You better be ready and willing. I want you tonight…all night."
I laugh at him, "Really? Big surprise, do you have something new in mind?"
Brian is constantly trying new things, like he is afraid that we’ll become accustomed to vanilla or something. But, whenever we fuck, there is no way in hell that it could ever be considered vanilla! I mean, technically what we do is against the laws in like 45 of the 50 states. But sometimes, I think what we do is downright criminal! I get a rush, thinking about it. Willing and able to try anything he wants to try. I teeter for a nanosecond on just staying with him, wanting to feel his strong hands on me, touching me. Kissing me, sucking my cock. Giving me all I want and more...Nope, gotta go. He wouldn't stay with me. I’ve convinced him a couple of times, but it seems like he wills himself to get away. To make sure I don't get to him. But I know, it is more of a reassurance to himself. He’s fucked.
As I turn the corner onto Liberty, I can see Emmett and Ted walking out of Woody's, "Hey you guys, I was just coming in. Anything good in there?"
"Oh baby, isn't there always?" Emmett laughs.
Ted quips, "Yeah, always a beautiful buffet, but there is usually only one left of what you want and someone comes and swipes it right as you get there...Not that I could've had it anyways."
Ted always seems to draw attention to himself. He isn’t so bad looking, but his somber moods and pity parties detract from what is positive. I give him a quick hug and say, "Let's see if we can put a
spin on it tonight." I know Ted likes "twinks", although I don't like to acknowledge that term, since that’s what Michael labeled me so quickly, but it was thrown back into his face, when Brian didn't seem to mind me. I just roll my eyes now. I’ve seen Ted checking me out many times, and have seen the looks that Brian throws at him. Even when Em hugs me or puts his arms around me, Brian is quick to pick them off and away. He even draws me close afterwards, like anyone wouldn't know what he is trying to say! I don't understand why he does it with Em and Ted. They obviously know what the deal is, but I guess it’s his nature.
After he spilled to me that he couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching me, which was huge and amazing, I know it killed him to say it. I felt like I had a scarlet B on my chest. When I mentioned it to Brian, he kinda laughed and said, "Along with BJ! Should I get Deb to sew one for #1 Rimmer?" Ha.
We walked into Babylon. Kinda crowded for 830ish…so we walked to the bar and Ted bought us all drinks. I started with a tequila shot. I like to drink tequila, it gets me primed and in the mood. After that, Ted buys me a beer. While we’re standing against the bar, by the way, we always stand in the same place. The bar or under the stairs, right off the dance floor. I see the guy who Brian was with last week. He is `alright', I say to myself, a little taller than me, blonde like me, but I’m way better.
He and his friend come up to the bar and stand next to us. I hear him talking about some guy who he is looking for. Hoping to see some guy who he gave head to last week. He is telling his friend
that the guy was so beautiful, tall, dark hair, had the most incredible dick he has ever seen. "I asked him what his name was and he kinda laughed and said, `You must be new to these parts', then he got up and just walked off.”
His friend responds, "Yeah, well that's Brian Kinney for you. Don't you know? He does someone only once. And he's a total asshole. Besides, there is always some cute blonde boy with him, I think it’s his boyfriend."
"Yeah, well, the cute blonde boy wasn't here that night," Brian’s one time trick, says back to his friend.
I kinda laugh at listening to them talk. The one guy is in the know. The other needs a ticket for the clue train! The cute blonde ain’t never leaving, buddy.
The boys hear the conversation as well, and Emmett is waiting for me to be pissed off. So he kinda slings an arm around me and starts to say something...
"Emmett, don't worry, it didn't bother me. I’m fine.” This is how it is, no big deal. It’s interesting how they try to reassure me about Brian. Telling me he cares for me, that no one else could have, or would have gotten this far, if he didn't. But, when I’m away, they curse him out and lay into him for treating me this way. But, I am totally okay with it now. I do what I want to do. Brian does what he wants…and then we both get each other.
I go out to the dance floor and start dancing. There are some cute guys here tonight, but I stick to the type I like. Tall, dark hair, older guys. I don't know why that’s what I like. Brian seems to
run the gamut on his taste, but never older than him. And never bears. As I’m dancing, someone reaches out to me and grabs my arm. It’s the friend of the Brian's last week trick.
He pulls me to him, says "Hey, having fun?"
"Trying to. What about you?" He was good looking, I would say about 24 or 25. He says his name is Eric.
"I'm Justin."
"Well, nice to meet you Justin. You look kinda familiar, but I can't seem to place where I know you," Eric replies.
"Maybe I have one of those faces. You know, that is instantly familiar to people."
Eric laughs and says, "No, I am sure I would remember someone like you! It will come to me. So, are you here alone?"
"No, I’m with friends, they are over by the bar." I point.
Eric then leans into me and asks, "Do you have a boyfriend? Is he here with you?"
"Yes and No. I do have a boyfriend. No he isn't here tonight."
"That is where I know you from. You’re with Brian Kinney! Shit, I knew I knew you. Well, uh, it was nice to `formally' meet you. See you around," Eric says and starts to walk away from me.
"Wait, where are you going?"
Eric replies, "Look, I have heard what happens to guys that try to approach you. Brian practically rips their dick off! No thanks."
I stand there and just look at him. In total disbelief. Brian isn’t even here with me and still no one will come near me! This is total bullshit! Even when I am given a green light, so to speak, I still can't get off!
"Look, Brian isn't here. I’m horny. So, do you want to suck my cock or what?"
I can't believe that just came out of my mouth, so Brian-esque. Eric just stands there looking at me. Not knowing what to do. I know he wants me, but I guess he’s weighing how much he likes he dick attached to his body. I lean in and smile, flash my big blues and kiss him. He’s hesitant at first, but I grab his head and will him closer to me. His whole body follows suit...I have him. It is a weird feeling, but a good one. I am so horny right now, and I need physical attention, I don't really give a shit about what he wants.
"Let's go to the backroom."
He nods and I lead him back there. We find a couch and I sit down. He started to sit next to me, but I motioned for him to kneel in front of me. He tells me that he is a top, and I say, "Well, I don't bottom for anyone but Brian, so I guess we are in a little bit of a predicament. What to do, what to do?"
Wow, I feel such an empowerment right now, being submissive has its good points, like Brian's cock up my ass. Or in my mouth. But there is something to be said about taking charge! I then tell him, "Get down on your knees and go to it."
Then Eric takes his hands and starts to unzip my pants. He tells me I’m beautiful, to which I reply, "I know". He then pulls my cock out and starts to rub and stroke it. I look at him; he is very good looking. As he’s stroking me, I start to touch his face…rub the side of it. He then takes me into his mouth. Oh God. It is warm and very inviting. As he’s going down and out, sucking gently, lengthening me as he does, I lean my head back and take sharp breaths. It feels so good, but nothing feels as good as Brian's mouth on me.
I think back to yesterday when we were playing around on the couch, touching and kissing. Brian started to pull my shirt off to get to the bare skin, that was so hot to the touch. He starts to lick up and down my chest. Paying careful attention to my nipple ring, pulling and then sucking. In one fail swoop he rips the Velcro open on the crotch of my cargo pants...
Looking up into my eyes, Brian asks, "I want to taste you. Are you going to give me what I want?"
Is he fucking crazy? Of course I will gladly give it to him! Don't have to ask me twice. He then proceeds to lean down and put his mouth on me, his other hand is moving up and down my chest. He’s kneeling in front of me, kind of to the side, and he roughly pushes my legs apart and settles between them; he is level with my cock. He starts rubbing the slit, and then with gentle fingers, moves up and down my cock. I’m getting harder by the minute and my cock is turning deep red from all the blood that’s pooling there. He tells me how wonderful my cock is. Perfect in its shape. How much pleasure it brings him. Then he pounces on it…taking it into his mouth once again.
He is like a predator, like a lion in wait in the tall grass. Waiting for just the right minute, to snag his prey. As he’s sucking, he looks up to me, hand still moving over my chest, he lets me see what he is doing, moaning softly as he engulfs me. His eyes look longingly at me, heavy with lust, pupils dilated. He is so serious and machine-like.
He asks me if it feels good, "Do you want more?" Barely able to form words as I’m alternating between holding my breath and expelling huge amounts of air, as he takes me deeper. I can barely
swallow.
"Yes, give me more! You feel so good. I’m going to come soon."
Brian never cares that I come fast. He says he likes it. Whenever. Brian says that it’s good to see me come, to know that he is making me feel good. I love to watch Brian's expressions when he comes. He starts to moan softly at first, then louder and louder. He grips my skin, wherever he can get a firm hold and then starts to lick his lips...that is when he utters the things that so freely flow from him.
"Feels so good. There is no one better than you. I love you. Oh God, Justin, Justin, yes...please, I love you."
When it’s over…I’m supposed to act like I didn't hear it, of course. I learned the hard way. He will never admit he said it and then he always throws in some rude comment to affirm it, like that works. I don't press. I know what he feels. I feel the same way. The first night we were together, when he came, he said he loved me. Along with many expletives and moans and grunts. I was foolish to believe it then, but I know he means it now.
Eric is touching my chest while he is sucking me. He stops and then pulls himself up to me to kiss me…what the hell?
"Uh, what are you doing? Did I tell you to stop? Keep going…I’m going to come soon."
Eric just looks at me, I push him back down, he rolls his eyes at me. Whatever. Getting back into the rhythm, I look around at all the writhing bodies. Against the wall, braced against the backs of
chairs. All the men sucking and fucking like there is no tomorrow. I start to wonder how many of them Brian has had...how many of them I will have? That turns me on even more. Suddenly a rush came through and I shot hot liquid into Eric's mouth. He lapped it up and slowly continued sucking until there was no more.
When he finished, I started to get up, and he asked me, "Where are you going? Don't I get a turn?"
"Uh, no. I’m going back out to the dance floor. You can do whatever you want."
I get up, don't look back and seek out Ted and Emmett. "Hey honey, you okay? You look flushed, did something happen?"
"No, just got a blowjob in the back room, I am as right as the rain."
Emmett just looked at me and kinda shrugged, I know that it surprised both of them. I guess they thought that I wouldn't do that, even with Brian continuing to. But, it wasn't a big deal, I needed it and there was no investment. Isn't that what Brian said? "You get in and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit." I know how I felt, no attachment to this guy, just enjoyment, and I was thinking about Brian the whole time. So, I would just dance some more, drink some more, and then go home to Brian. Let him give me a down payment on the pleasure maximum…only it would mean something with him.
After about 2 hours, I was ready to leave. I was getting horny and wanted to be with Brian. I said my goodbyes, passing Eric on the way out. He was talking to some random guy, "That guy is a total dick, he is just like his boyfriend, or whatever the fuck they are, making their rounds through Liberty...fuck them and throw them away."
I felt a little strange at that comment, but it brought a smile to my face. Was I beginning to be like Brian? Maybe I could finally shed that clean cut, little boy image that I had...
Emmett and Ted were thinking the exact same thing. What had Brian done to me? Did he not know that what he was doing was detrimental to me? How could Brian have convinced Justin to be just like him?
But, that was actually not what Brian had been trying to impress upon him.
I opened the door to the loft, Brian wasn't there. It was 11 o'clock! Where the fuck was he?
I called his mobile. He answered, "Where are you?"
Brian replies, "I’m walking out the door right now. I stopped at Deb's to talk to Vic."
"How is he? Everything okay? What about Deb?"
"Yes, Justin, everything is fine. I will be home in about 20minutes. Where are you? Do you need me to pick you up?" Brian responds.
"No, I am home. Hurry up, I want to fuck."
While I had been playing with the boys, Brian had been visiting with Vic. I didn't know why he was, and I didn't pry. I’m glad that Brian spends what little time he does with Vic and Debbie, maybe it keeps him somewhat grounded.
While Justin is out playing, I thought I would go and visit Vic. I honestly enjoy him.
When I hung up the phone with Justin, I just laughed. Good lord, how is it possible I hook up with someone who wants sex as much as I do? He does wear me out, but I will never let him know. I will risk soreness and raw skin before I let him think that he can tire me. If he wants it and the few times that I’m not in the mood, it doesn't take long for me to get ready. I just have to look at those lips to get hard. He has perfect lips,. Perfect around my cock...Fuck getting gas, I’ll get it tomorrow. The quicker I get there, the quicker I can slip into him. Fuck him. I have yet to articulate why I feel so strongly about Justin. Yes, he is smart. He is funny. He looks absolutely delectable in about anything, though I prefer him `au natural'. He’s a little twat. There is something that thumps in my heart when I look at him.
Vic is doing well. He’s thinking about getting a job somewhere to help subsidize the mortgage for the house. He knows how hard Debbie works and it kills him to feel like a mooch. So I tell him maybe he should work with Mikey at the Comics store. Would he want to be a Fashion Queen with Emmett? God, I laugh at that picture that forms, Emmett and Vic dressing up in the back room of Torso with the mannequins..."Gross."
I get into the Jeep and start to head back to the loft. I’d asked Vic what he thought about me and Justin. I never asked anyone else. Why? They so easily told me. Usually it was with a whack upside of my head and some " Goddammitt Brian, how could you!" that followed. But Vic…he never said a word, and I decided to ask him. I value his opinion. He’s seen it all and done it too. He was good to me when I was younger, and talked to me sometimes offering advice. I always took it. But never told him so.
Vic just lays it all out. "Brian, I know that everyone was against it when it first started, thinking that you would blow it, or hurt Justin. And I honestly waited for it to fail, but I know that kid is safer with you than anyone. It’s good for him to be with you. You are polar opposites. I know Justin comes from money, a good family, and is well pedigreed. You on the other hand…fought tooth and nail for everything you have, and will fight to keep it. You’ve mentored him in life and his choice of this life. But, he can't be like you Brian. God help us."
"What do you mean? He’s nothing like me! He’s nice for one...I have tried to break him of that nasty habit, but it doesn't seem to be working," although laughing, I knew what Vic meant.
Justin would never turn out like me…it wasn't in him. That is one of things I appreciate about him. Sure, Justin was naïve. Too easy with compliments. Always spoke before calculating what exactly to say. Too trusting. But, that is what has endeared him to me. If Justin lost any of those qualities, I don't know how I would react to it.
"I’ve taught him to be cautious and not so naive and he has taught me to be a little more kind (read not such an asshole all the time). It is a good balance. Quid pro quo, don't you think?"
"Justin doesn't understand all that Brian. He goes all into everything, without stopping to gauge the consequences of his actions! You should know that better than anyone Brian. It was those very things that almost took him,” Vic tells me.
"Look, I am aware of that Vic! How could you even insinuate that? I suffered along with it! Don't you think I try to make it up to him everyday…whatever it is that I’ve done…will do?"
Times like this, when I became defensive about my actions…reserve flew out the window. "You know, everyone tries to tell me what to do! Whether I heed their advice or not, I care about him, and that is my cross to bear. I never wanted anyone. Never wanted to feel anything about anyone! The only person that I cared about outside of you, Debbie, of course Gus, and Lindsey, was Michael. I don't even give my family a fucking second thought Vic. Now, I have Justin! It’s too much sometimes, too fucking much. If I could give it all up, I would."
Vic just looks at me, "Yeah, I doubt if you had to do it all over again Brian, you would've been able to walk away from him. Michael told me all about that first night. How he was just standing against a street light…the scene so surreal and you. You were just sucked right into it."
I thought back to that night. That was exactly how it was. Justin looked so beautiful under the light of the street lamp. If it had happened to someone else and they tried to describe that to me, I would've rolled my eyes and said I was going to puke. But, I do remember that night fondly. I remember seeing him and wanting to get to him first, before anyone else. I knew Justin was young, hell he still looks 15. But…I admired the courage that oozed out of him. I knew I had to have him, that Justin had to be such a cherry and I wanted that cherry ass.
Shaking myself back into reality, I exhaled deeply and said, "All I know is, that since he came into my life, things just got screwed up. I mean, you know me Vic. Could you ever even consider me having a.. a ..fucking relationship? It fucking kills me to say that word. But, I can't help it! I do feel for him. Fuck it….I do care about him. I fucking think about him. It kills me to think what I’ve gotten myself into."
"Just be careful Brian. You may be thinking that you’re going to be the one to fail…which they all do. But honestly, my money is on Justin. I love that kid...wouldn't trade him for the world. But what you should be thinking about is how he is going to hurt you," Vic responds.
I had never thought about it. Had never thought that Justin would hurt me. I always thought that everyone would wish me eternal hell for the abuses I inflicted upon Justin.
"Justin loves me, he emulates me. We discussed it. I don't want to see him with other people, but I can't stop him. Just like he can't stop me. I figured that whatever else could happen would...I never
thought outside of that."
Vic says, "Well, you better give it some thought. One of the great things about Justin is that he still has his innocence. He still has the blinders to life on. He is such a wonderful spirit. I don't think that you would take kindly to someone actually giving back to you, what you give to them." He is wonderful…I know.
After that, Vic said, "Look, I gotta take my meds, take care of yourself. I have a feeling, you have a bumpy ride coming."
"Okay. Hey, thanks Vic. I’ll see you later."
I started out the front door and Debbie was just coming in. "Hey Deb, see you later."
"Brian, what is wrong? Where is Justin? What did you do? I swear to God Brian, if I hear you have hurt him again..."
"Hold on Deb, there is nothing wrong. Jesus Christ, will you people please get off my fucking back! I gotta go. He’s alive. He’s fine… he's with the boys," and gave her a peck on the cheek.
Sometimes, it truly hurt me. The way they were so quick to judge. But I knew to shake Debbie off, she was such a mother hen.
As I left, I could hear Debbie as she yelled to Vic, "Vic, what happened?"
Coming back down the stairs he says, "Nothing yet. But when it does, you may be yelling at Justin, instead of Brian."
Debbie just looked at him- "Yeah, not fucking likely."
As I walked up the stairs to the loft, I tried to replay the conversation with Vic in my mind. Justin was fine…he’s a sweet kid. Kid. Being around me would be okay. I mean, I make him face life. I treat
him like a man. He’ll be okay.
The door open, I see Justin dancing in front of the windows, with his headphones on. I realize that Justin didn't hear me come in and must not have seen the Jeep drive up. This is gonna be fun. I sneak up to Justin and with one fail swoop, reach around and grab him by the face. I pull him to me. We both like it a little rough and the element of surprise…throws a whole new spin on it.
Justin starts to cry out, he is genuinely startled and afraid. In that split second, he doesn't know it's me and bites my hand that has him by the neck. Hhe feels the body pressed up against him from behind.
"Fuck, Jesus Justin! I like biting just as much as the next guy, but that fucking hurt!"
Justin spun around to face whoever it was when my hand relinquished its hold.
Scared, and out of breath, "God, Brian, are you fucking crazy? You scared the shit out of me! That isn't fucking funny."
"Yeah...I am bleeding, not funny."
Looking sheepish, Justin says, "Let me get you a band aid and clean it up. Let me see. Oh god! I’m sorry."
"I just wanted to surprise you. Now I need a shot so I don't get lockjaw!"
Smirking and looking delectable, Justin smiles, "Well, let's hope when you get lockjaw, it’s when you’re sucking my cock." That illicits a laugh from us both and we kinda laughed together at the situation.
"I’m sorry baby, let Dr. Justin see," Justin coos to me.
"I have something else I want you to check out too," and I drew him into me, kissing him. I was trying rub my hands up Justin's chest, but remembered about my hand, still bleeding.
"Hang on, let me take care of this."
With that, I went to the sink and ran cold water over my hand. Justin followed me into the kitchen area and stood behind me. Justin was quite frisky tonight and wanted what had been started a minute ago.
He leans into the back of me and steps on his toes to snake his tongue around my neck. He reached around and started to pull the white T-shirt that I had on me off. I lean back into Justin, feeling his cock press into my ass. I had bottomed, but never with Justin. And Justin didn't know that I had ever been bottomed, and that was that.
I would always be the top with Justin. I knew the times that Justin was with other people, he would top. That was fine, Justin needed to learn, it just wouldn't be with me.
The bite marks had stopped bleeding, now they were just swollen. Brian turned around and pulled me to him, running his hand along my jaw.
"So beautiful, so perfect. So mine. Did you have a good time tonight? How did it look there, anyone hot?"
"Um, it was okay, I had a good time.” I wasn't going to offer up any information. I would wait to see how long it would take Brian to ask.
"How was Emmett and whatshisname?"
"Emmett and TED were fine, we had a good time. What about you, you said you went to Deb's...how is she and Vic?"
"Fine, they are fine. Now, come on. I want to fuck."
"What was it that you wanted to try? Are we still going to do what you wanted to do?"
"Uh, yeah, that and a whole lot more. Come on Justin, I want to be naked."
Justin then looked at me, started to unbutton the Levis that I had on, pulled them down...no underwear as usual. My cock was hard and ready. Justin just stepped back a little and just looked at me.
"Come back here. Why do you always stare at me like that? You’ve seen me like a million times! Front and back, upside down, horizontal, vertical…whatever."
"You always look amazing, and I know how much that bores you. To be told that you are beautiful, but I love to look at you."
"I don't mind being told...when it is you. I always seem to like it when you say it."
Lips together, Brian's tongue was pushing through my lips. He grabbed me and starts to kiss my ear. He then reaches down and unzips the pants I have on, rough and quick. His hand is in my
underwear immediately, and then he just sighs into my ear. He starts to lick my ear and then down my neck, tasting the sweet meat.
"I’m going to fuck you all night. I’m going to make you come so many times, you will be sore for 2 days. I’m going to suck your cock till there is nothing left in you."
While listening to this, I start to grow quickly in Brian's hands. My weight is unsteady and I lean in to Brian, trying to gain balance.
"My cock is going to be so far in you, pushing and pushing into you. I’m going to make you scream and beg for mercy."
I’m so fucking hard right now. My cock is pressing into the side of Justin's stomach. Moving to face him, I start to kiss his lips…biting and pulling and sucking. I love to see Justin's lips swollen and ripe.
"So, how was the blowjob? Was it good...better than me?"
"No one is better than you Brian," with that, I drop to my knees and take Brian into my mouth. While Brian is enjoying this, he pulls me back up to him. Whenever it’s my night to go out, Brian
always makes it a point to fuck the daylights out of me. To erase whatever traces there were of someone having me that night. He wants to reassert himself as the Alpha male in the pack, to make sure that I get it like this from no other.
"Was he hot?"
"Not particularly. He called me a dick when I was leaving."
Shocked, I stopped and looked at Justin, "Why did he do that?"
" I don't know. I let him suck me off...what else did he want? And afterwards, when it was over I got up and walked back to the boys. He actually had the nerve to think I was going to suck him
off. Yeah, right. I told him to get down on his knees and suck my cock. It felt great Brian, to be able to say that, I never thought I could."
"Well, good for you Justin. You didn't have to be such a dick to him."
"What? That's funny coming from you...Mr. Suck My Dick, done? Good, get out of my way !"
"All I’m saying is, that doesn't really sound like you."
"Well, did you want me to suck his dick Brian? Did you want me to say, thank you, let's exchange numbers? Let's do this again? I got what I wanted and that was that. Now I’m trying to get what I want now. Are we going to fuck or what?"
I was utterly speechless. Who the fuck was this, standing in front of me?
"Come on Brian, kiss me."
I just stood there for a minute and then leaned in. I would think about this tomorrow...not now. Right now, I wanted to take Justin in my arms and fuck and suck and touch and hold. I bring Justin to the bed, lay him down, and started to kiss my way over Justin's chest and down his abdomen...down to his cock. After I make Justin come the first time, I slide up and start kissing his neck and his lips. Justin's hands were all over me, stroking my hard on and running his hands up and down my back, just touching whatever he could...to feel me.
After about 10 or 15 minutes of this, I couldn't stand it anymore and needed to feel the inside of my place. I got the lube from the table and a condom. Justin slipped the condom on me, ever so gently. I put the lube into Justin's hole, sliding one...two…fingers, into him. Getting him thoroughly stretched, ready for me.
As my legs came onto Brian's shoulders, and he slid into me, I noticed Brian just staring at me. "What? What’s wrong?"
"Nothing’s wrong. I, uh, just need to go slow right now. I was close before."
"Oh, okay."
Then he said, "Justin, you should know that you are your own person. Don't try to change to fit your surroundings. You’re fine, just the way you are."
"I know Brian. I’m okay. Everything's fine. I’m still the same lovable guy you can't get enough of."
A quick kiss between us, I pulled Brian back down to me, kissing him deeply. Asking him to fuck me...hard.
I couldn't help it, after he said that, I pushed into him so hard, we both gasped. I’m so turned on right now by what lay beneath me. I pushed the previous thoughts out of my mind and got to
what was going to be a delicious, sensuous, hard, long fuck.
I could see it starting, just like Vic had said. In the beginning, it would be slight assertions, comments made...just like it had been with me. Then, Justin would be the `cold, heartless shit, who fucks whoever he wants', like I am. When I finally found my voice so to speak, to be the asshole that I am. I knew I didn't want Justin to turn out jaded like me. I wanted him to stay the way he was. I need to find a way to keep Justin from going that route. I knew it was my fault. I had driven him down this path.