Everlasting Coq

Part 1

 Authors note: There is kind of a funny story about the title, I wanted it in French. Inusable Coq which makes Brian sound impotent, I know perish the thought. So it is half in English half in French. That is just the kind of luck I have.

 

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The alarm clock screeched till a hand snaked out from the depths of the covers to silence it. Brian groaned and rose up from the sheets naked. He padded into the bathroom, relieved his bladder and turned on the shower to scalding. He stood under the hot pulsing water slowly waking up. He grabbed his shampoo and lathered his hair.

When Brian had finished with his shower he toweled off then took a look at his reflection in the steamed up mirror. Brian blinked when he got a good look at his hair. "What the fuck," he mumbled. He ran his hands through his short, dark, orange hair. Brian went out into the living room clad only in his towel. He saw the remnants of white powder on a small piece of mirror.

"Well that explains it. I was high."

He picked up the phone and punched in a number.

"Hey Roy, could you fit me in today? I've kinda got a hair emergency."

"Anything for you, baby doll, come on in. I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks."

Hopefully Roy could restore the damage that had been done. He wondered what the fuck possessed him to dye his hair such a God awful color. Brain tugged on his tight black leather pants. He pulled on a soft black wifebeater and pulled on his worn hoodie sweatshirt. He'd head over to the Quoin after his hair was restored to his natural color. Since he didn't have any clients at the moment he opted for comfort and class. Since it was a fairly warm day he didn't need his bomber jacket. He did retrieve his pack of cigarettes and stuffed them in his sweater pocket.

Brian slipped on a pair of Gucci sunglasses and was out the door. He lived only a couple blocks from the salon, so he walked. When he pulled open the door to Elite hair design, Roy greeted him with an astonished gasp.

"What happened to your hair?"

Brian shook his head and shrugged. "Apparently I was very high, can you fix it?"

"Sure thing, honey, I'll get you back to normal."

Brian sat down in one of the chairs while Roy mixed the dye.

"So how've ya been?"

"Peachy."

"How's the tricks?"

"I'm still in demand."

Brian fell silent and let Roy work his magic on his hair. Brian had known Roy for ten years and trusted the man with his hair. Roy accepted that Brian wasn't really a talker and left him alone, not asking intrusive questions. Roy spun his chair to face the mirror.

"There, back to normal."

Brian gave a little smile. His hair was once again restored to its natural brown with auburn highlights. He gave Roy a generous tip then headed for the subway. In no time he was in an elevator riding up to the 6th floor. As he entered the Quoin he perched his sunglasses on top of his head. Everyone took note when he entered a room.

Brian only faltered slightly when he saw the most gorgeous blonde boy. Secretly he wondered if he would be his rival and competition. That boy's perfect ass alone would fetch a pretty penny. He tried to exude confidence as he went over to talk to him.

"Hey, how's it going, so are you my new competition?"

Justin took in the beautiful man that stood before him. He tried to conceal his interest. He took in the tight leather pants that outlined his huge cock. The guy's sweater had slightly fallen off one shoulder exposing the creamy skin of his shoulder.

"Huh?" was all that Justin could think to say. Then realization at what the man was asking hit him. Justin glared at him. "I'm not a whore."

Brian arched a brow but winced on the inside. "Client?"

"Art student."

Luckily it was then that Frank the owner came over and saved him from shoving his foot any farther down his throat. Brian slunk off to the break room to regroup.

Frank shook hands with Justin. "You Justin Taylor?"

"Yes, I understand you would like some murals painted."

"That's right; I'd like something really hot for a couple of the hallways. I thought you could do a few of the rooms as well, something kinky with a touch of elegance."

Justin chuckled, "That I can do." He grabbed a folder out of his messenger bag and handed it over. "I took the liberty to do some preliminary sketches; of course you can make any changes you wish. I'll need to see the walls to get the correct dimensions down."

"Sure, I'll have one of the boys give you a tour of the joint." Frank flipped open the folder and went through the sketches. "Man, your good kid. You'll have the client's cumming before they even get to a room."

Justin ducked his head and blushed. The pictures contained men in different positions of fucking. With Justin's artistic ability they would be gracing the hallways of the Quoin.

"You're hired, kid. When can you start?"

"Right away, as soon as I see the layout. I could start the outlines on the walls as soon as tomorrow. I do have classes at NYU."

"You can make your own schedule that fits around your classes."

"Thanks, that would be great."

Frank stuck his head in the break room. "Brian, I want you to give Justin a tour of our fine establishment."

Justin realized when the guy came out of the break room that he was the same guy that had talked to him.

"Justin Taylor, meet your tour guide. Brian Kinney. Brian, Justin is going to be sprucing up the walls of this place. I think it'll bring in new clients. Word of mouth travels fast."

Brian led the way down the halls. Brian tried to make conversation with the beautiful blonde. "So, Frank hired you to paint the walls?" Brian mentally slapped himself for stating the obvious.

Justin ran his hand over the cream colored walls. "Yeah, murals of men fucking."

"Uh… Oh that'll look hot."

"Mm hmm, whatever pays. Tuition is coming up soon."

While Justin got a feel for the layout and the dimensions of the walls he was secretly checking out Brian's ass.

"Oh that's right; you said you were an art student. What school do you go to?"

"NYU."

Brian led him down the vast hallways of the Quoin and checked out a few rooms that weren't in use at the moment. When he thought Justin wasn't looking he was eyeing his ass like a hungry man that hadn't eaten in days. The rest of the tour was finished in silence. He led Justin back to the lobby.

"So I guess I'll be seeing a lot of you here."

Justin smirked, "I'll be here painting away."

Frank came over just then. "Brian you have a client."

Justin watched Brian take his leave then followed Frank into his office to finalize the sketches and plans he had for the Quoin.

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Brian led the trick over to a sitting area to discuss business.

"What's your pleasure fuck?"

The trick drank in Brian's long, lean body with his eyes. "I'd like you to put me in a sling and fuck me till my eyes roll back in my head. I want you to cum on my face then work my ass over with the biggest dildo you can find."

Brian chuckled; the trick happened to be a regular of his. Mike, you really should make more time for fucking. You shouldn't bottle it up all the time."

"I know, I know, but I've been working long hours. So when can we make this happen?"

"You're in luck. I'm free right now."

Brian grabbed the trick by the front of the pants and headed down the hall. He saw Justin come out of Frank's office just as he pulled his client down the hall.

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Justin shook Frank's hand again and left the Quoin. He was happy for the job. It would pay well and he really needed the money for classes. To say the least he'd been shocked at Brian's demeanor. Brian had seemed so shy when he'd been giving him the tour. His mouth almost dropped open when he saw Brian grab the trick by the waistband and drag him down the hall. It was almost as if he were two different people.

Justin really wasn't all that surprised to see his best friend, Karen, pacing outside his studio loft apartment.

"So how did it go?"

"It was just like any other job interview."

Justin let them into the loft. He set his bag down by his drawing table. He went to the fridge and grabbed some juice for the both of them. Karen curled up in a comfortable blue chair while Justin flopped down on the overstuffed couch.

"So tell me everything. I want to hear all the juicy details."

"Justin smirked. "What's to tell? I got the job, it pays great and the owner seems nice. I'll be painting men fucking on the walls while real live men fuck all around me. How sad for me."

Karen laughed. "Oh come on, there has to be more than that. Were there any hot guys?"

Justin gave her a look. "I was in a whorehouse. Of course there were hot guys."

"Even the owner?"

"Ewww! No, he's old."

"Won't it be hard trying to paint with all those hot guys around and knowing they are fucking just down the hall from you?"

"Yeah, kinda tough to paint with a raging hard on. That's why I plan on wearing head phones. At least I can remove some of the temptation."

She narrowed her eyes at her best friend. "There's something you're not telling me, spill."

Justin sighed. He really couldn't get anything past her. She almost had a sixth sense when it came to him. They had been friends for only a short while but it seemed like forever. He could share everything with her and he usually did. She was great for advice.

"Ok, there was a guy. God, he was so hot. You should have seen what he was wearing, tight black leather pants. I could see the out line of his cock and it was huge!"

Karen grinned, "Wow, sounds hot."

"His name is Brian. It was so weird. He was shy when we met me but later when I saw him with a client he was like a sex fiend."

"Hmm, think he likes you?"

"I caught him checking out my ass but it doesn't matter. I can't get involved with him."

"Because he's a whore?"

"Exactly, I mean I'm sure he's a very nice guy but when you get right down to it what would set me apart from his clients? I'd be just a fuck and we'll be working in the same building. It would be awkward and he's older, quite a bit I think."

"Well, it's your call. Only you know how you feel."

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Brian walked down the halls of the Quoin turning heads as he went. Today he wore midnight blue leather pants. He only wore an intricately beaded tank top. The little beads rubbed sensually across his nipples. Brian sucked on a strawberry Twizzler. He was trying to cut back on smoking. He knew he wasn't likely to quit. All he could hope for was to lessen his intake. As he rounded the corner he silently groaned. Justin was bent over setting up his art supplies. His jeans were pulled taut against his perfectly shaped ass. Brian's pants were increasingly growing tighter.

Justin felt someone staring. When he turned and saw it was Brian, he gave him his brightest smile. He wasn't going to kid himself. He wanted Brian.

"Hi, Brian."

"Uh. Hey."

"That's a cool tattoo."

Justin caressed Brian's upper right bicep. He had a barbed wire cuff tattoo with a heart snagged on the wire. He got it shortly after the only man he ever allowed himself to love broke his heart. Justin's fingers burned into his skin.

"Did it hurt?"

Brian shrugged, "Probably, but I was too drunk and high at the time to notice."

Justin playfully snagged the Twizzler out of his mouth. His tongue teasingly darted around the tip before he stuck the candy in his mouth.

"Got any other tattoos?"

"Yeah, an orange."

Justin smiled innocently as he sucked erotically on Brian's candy.

"Cool, can I see it?"

Brian flushed a deep red. "Uhhh, I've got a client waiting."

Brian beat a hasty retreat down the hall. Justin chewed on the Twizzler in frustration. "Nuts!" he thought.

Justin put on his headphones and grabbed up a pencil. He began roughly sketching out the men that would adorn the walls. Justin preferred to have some guideline on the wall instead of doing it free hand. He tried to put Brian out of his head. Justin kind of found it endearing that Brian seemed to be shy around him but the total opposite when on the job. He wasn't about to become one of Brian's clients just so he could see the sexual predator he knew lay within.

Justin outlined more than half of one wall when he began to get a hand cramp. The pencil he was holding slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor. Brian didn't know why but he found himself heading toward the hallway he knew Justin would be working in. Sure, he was always nervous around him but he also felt something else, or at least he thought he did. Justin had made it abundantly clear that he was interested. Brian's heart lurched when he saw Justin sitting on the floor cradling his right hand to his chest and rocking slightly. He hurried over to him and knelt down beside him. He touched his shoulder.

"Justin, what's wrong?"

Justin's eyes were tear glazed with pain. "Hand cramp," he whimpered.

Brian gently took Justin's smaller hand in his and began to soothe the taut muscles. He kept eye contact so he would know if he caused any pain rather than helping Justin. He massaged out the kinks. He heard Justin shudder a sigh.

"I guess I did too much. I usually don't get hand cramps that often any more, not since I got hurt." Justin could see the questioning look in Brian's hazel eyes. "In high school some homophobic prick jock slammed my hand in my locker, broke a lot of bones. I was in pain for a long time." Justin sighed contentedly. "That feels good, thanks."

"You're welcome," Brian murmured.

Justin leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Brian's lips. Brian gave his hand one last caress. He smiled slightly.

"Later."

His long legs carried him away from Justin. He couldn't handle what he was feeling for the boy just now. He needed a drink, preferably with something orange in it.

Justin sat there stunned. He really didn't know what was up with Brian. The man was frustrating to say the least. He might dress like a whore but he sure didn't act like one. Justin was captivated by the sweet, shy man. While it might not be smart to get involved he wanted to get to know Brian, but he was being fucking difficult.

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Brian paced his small Soho apartment. He was hard as all fuck. He had been, ever since Justin had kissed him. Brian relived the kiss over and over. It was tender and sweet. He should have kissed Justin back. He wanted to; it was just that he was caught off guard.

Brian stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed. He licked his fingers then pinched and rolled his nipples till they were tight little buds. Brian let his hand slowly trail down his smooth body. His legs fell open wantonly. He sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth as he grasped his hard shaft. His eyes fluttered shut as he pictured Justin sucking him off with his full strawberry lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. Brian felt a trickle of precum wet his fingers. He used precum to make his shaft slick. Brian tugged at his immensely hard cock, thinking of Justin with each stroke. He dragged his thumb over his piss slit and moaned as another gush of precum wet his fingers.

"Mmmm ahhh."

His other hand cupped his balls and caressed them gently. Justin had such soft but strong hands. Brian gave his balls a firm squeeze, moaning his pleasure.

"Ohhhooo."

To slow things down a bit Brian took his hand off his cock. His fingers were wet with precum. He spread his legs wider and slowly but firmly pressed his middle finger into his hole. He gasped and arched his back. "Ahhrrgg." Brian loved to get fucked as much as he enjoyed fucking; he really didn't have a preference. Brian pictured Justin's sweet ass and added a second finger to his hungry hole. He grunted his pleasure and began to fist his cock once more.

He added a third finger and began to buck wildly. His panting moans filled the small apartment. "Ahhh uhh hhugh mmm." He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. Brian angled his fingers and gave his prostate a few firm nudges while squeezing the head of his cock. He howled his release as he drenched himself and the sheets with his massive cum load. "Arrrggghhhaa!" When Brian could think coherently again he couldn't believe the load he shot.

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Justin needed to talk to someone and Karen was it for him. He dialed her number by heart and was relieved when she answered on the third ring.

"Hey Justin, what's up?"

"Brian is driving me insane. I've teased and flirted with him and I'm getting nothing here."

"I can't believe he wouldn't be interested in you."

"Thanks, I don't know what his damage is. He hangs around but he acts all shy. I try to flirt with him and he bolts, literally. If he's playing hard to get he's doing a fucking good job of it."

"Hmm well maybe he really likes you but for some reason he doesn't act on it. You said he's not shy at all with his clients."

"Nope, he's a big slut with them."

"Well for some reason he's shy with you. Why not ease up a bit and ask him out for coffee or something maybe you'll get a vibe."

"Mmm, maybe, that could work I guess. I got a hand cramp today and when he found me he looked so concerned. He massaged my hand; God, it turned me on. He was so gentle; made sure he didn't hurt me."

"Wow! That's so sweet, then what?"

"I leaned in and kissed him, and then he bolted."

"Oh that sucks and not in a positive life affirming way."

"Tell me about it."

"Well maybe you could ask around, see what's what with him. Does he hang around anyone there?"

"No, I don't think so. He's kind of a loner, I think. Besides, I don't want it to look like I'm snooping into his business."

"Well, whatever you do, keep me posted. I've never seen you this interested in a guy."

Justin snorted, "Glad I could be your entertainment."

"Geez, he's really got you wound tight. My advice, jack off, you'll feel better."

"Thanks a heap, Karen."

Justin hung up the phone and puffed out a breath of pent up air. He ran his hand through his long locks. His eyes fell on his art history book. He did have a few chapters that he needed to read. Maybe that was just the distraction he needed. Justin opened the book and read the first few sentences then slammed the book shut. He opened his jeans, pulled out his aching cock and began to stroke it hard and fast. He hated when Karen was right.

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