Small Town
Part 1
Author's Notes: This is a totally different concept for me. I hope you guys like it. My thanks to Shannon Marie for being such a great beta.
Warnings: B/OM sex as part of Brian's background story. Don't worry it won't make you cringe.
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Brian heard the overhead bell ring as the door to the store was pushed open. He didn't move to see who it was, but instead continued with his tedious job of restocking the shelves. The footsteps that echoed off the tile floor grew louder as the customer approached his turned back. A scowl crossed his face, knowing that he'd have to deal with some stupid question and act like he actually cared. He was ready to turn around and deal with the annoying interruption when he felt a tingle crawl up his spine. His scowl instantly changed into a small smile. He knew who it was without even having to look. He turned, smile still in place.
"Hey."
"Hey, how's it going?" Brian returned, his smile growing wider.
"Um, good, I guess. Listen, could you tell me where I can find the, um, brown sugar?" the younger man asked uncomfortably. He hated being sent on these little errands for his mother, yet there he was, asking this guy about baking goods. 'Jesus, can it get more embarrassing than this?' he thought.
"Yeah, sure," Brian said, trying to hide his disappointment, "third aisle over, left side."
"Thanks."
And that was it. The blond smiled slightly and walked away. Brian's shoulders slumped forward, his head hung down and he closed his eyes. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath. He knew the guy's name was Justin. He'd asked around discreetly after the first time he'd seen him. He wondered if the blond knew his name?
He'd been so close this time. Close enough that he could smell the intoxicating scent that wafted from the angelic looking young man. He smelled like a combination of vanilla and fresh, clean clothes right out of the dryer. It was a great smell, one that reminded him of sunshine on a beautiful day. Maybe it was also that the boy was stunningly beautiful. His pale skin and slight, trim frame were so appealing to the tall, lanky man. The mesmerizing bright blue eyes that he found himself drawn into whenever he spoke to him were the most amazing eyes he'd ever seen. Then there was his golden hair. It looked like strands of silk and Brian longed to run his fingers through it.
The boy was a complete opposite to him and he liked that. He'd never liked the way he looked. He was so tall and his legs and arms were long and awkward. He was thin, but toned. He worked out with a set of free weights he'd bought with his savings from working at the store. He didn't want to be skinny like he was when he was younger. He worked hard at his body and it was starting to pay off. He wanted to be proud of the way he looked and he knew that if he kept at it, maybe one day he would.
But the blond boy was already beautiful. Every time he saw him on the street, or when he'd come into the store, Brian's breath was taken away. He had a feeling that he was also gay and wanted to get to know him, but his mind would go blank and he would get so nervous that he couldn't think of anything to say. Rather than looking like a complete jerk, he would stay quiet, but inside his mind he was screaming.
He always knew when the younger man was around. Something in him felt his presence. He didn't understand it, but he really liked it. It made him feel that maybe there was some special connection that the two of them shared. Maybe the other boy felt it too and one day something would happen. He raised his head, opened his eyes and took a deep breath then released it.
`Who knows?' he thought with a smile.
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Justin returned home, dropped the keys to his mother's car on the front hall table and made his way into the kitchen.
"Did you get it for me?" his mother turned and asked when she saw her son.
"Yeah, I did," the boy replied with an attitude.
"Justin, don't be like that. Sometimes all I ask for is a little help. I needed you to get this for me so I could finish the pies that I'm baking for the Spring Festival. I promised to have them ready for tomorrow." Jennifer Taylor always baked the pies for the town festival and she wasn't about to let them down this year.
"Okay, sorry, Mom. I know how hard you're working on these. Everyone loves your pies and I know they'd be upset if they weren't ready."
"Thanks honey. I appreciate it. Now why don't you go do your homework until dinner is ready."
"Yeah, okay." The boy took an apple from a bowl on the table, grabbed his knapsack and headed up to his room.
He really didn't have much homework to do. He had a biology test to study for, but he pretty much knew it all. He threw the apple core in the garbage then flopped down on his bed, dropping his knapsack beside him. Right away his mind began to wander to the dark-haired guy at the grocery store. He was pretty sure his name was Brian. He was gorgeous. Justin figured he was a year or two older than him. He remembered seeing him around school a few times, but he was in a different grade and the older guys didn't usually have anything to do with the younger ones.
He'd seen him around town and every time he'd felt like a million butterflies had taken flight in his stomach. His palms would start to sweat, his mouth would go dry and he'd feel a chill running down his spine. He knew he'd never felt like that around anyone else. The blond sighed heavily. He was sure that the amazing guy had never even given him a second thought.
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The next day was the Spring Festival. It was a big event in their small town. Excitement buzzed in the air and everywhere you went people were busy getting things ready for the celebration that evening at the town hall. Everyone in town would be there. It was the highlight of the year.
Justin's mother was head of the food committee. She was busy organizing the various dishes on the long tables that ran along one side of the room. She delegated jobs to the other ladies that flitted around her. In no time, the large hall was all set. Multi-colored decorations hung from the ceiling and clung to the walls. The tables scattered around the dance floor were set and the disc jockey's area in the corner was ready to go. The women were pleased with the results of their hard work. It would be the best Spring Festival yet.
Brian was helping the men move the picnic tables that were to be placed around the bonfire. It was a favorite spot for the teenagers to go and hang out after the dinner part of the evening was over and their parents danced the night away. The adults always tried to get them to stay, promising that the music would get more up-to-date, but it never did. So, they all escaped out to the grass and sat around the bonfire. What their parents didn't know was that they would get high and drunk. They smuggled out any alcohol they could steal from their parent's liquor cabinets without being noticed and someone always brought a few joints that got passed around.
Brian had lots of good memories of those nights hanging out with the friends he'd known his entire life. That was the benefit of living in a small town. The kids you started off with in school were the same ones you graduated with. Strong bonds were formed from having such a close-knit community. There were also bad sides to this though. Everyone knew everything about you. It was hard to keep something a secret and once it got out it spread through the entire town like wildfire.
Brian knew he was different at a very young age. When all his friends seemed to notice the `pretty little girls', he was noticing the `pretty little boys'. It really didn't make sense to him then. He didn't know why he wasn't interested in the girls the same way his friends were, he just knew that he wasn't.
As he got older, it became clear to him just what his interest in boys was. He would see the other guys in gym class as they showered and would have to make a quick get away to the bathroom to take care of his hard-on. He would jerk off and cum as quietly as possible so no one would hear him. He thought he'd make it through high school with his little escapes unnoticed, until one day Billy Jessup walked in on him just as he was about to shoot. He'd forgotten to lock the door in his haste to get to his painfully hard cock and Billy pushed the door of his stall open, not knowing that anyone was in it. He was treated to the sight of Brian standing there with his sweatpants around his ankles and his leaking dick in his hand. Both boys were mortified. Brian for getting caught and Billy for walking in on such a private moment.
Instantly Brian lost his erection as terror ran through him. What would happen when everyone found out? Would they know he was gay and had to escape the locker room because the sight of his friends naked got him so excited?
Then the fog in his mind created by the instant terror cleared and he realized that they wouldn't know. He would just say that he'd gotten a boner and went to jerk off. That he'd been thinking about Mary Hastings and her huge tits and gotten hard from that. Yeah, that would work. Everyone would believe him. There was no reason why they wouldn't. He felt much better and the terror began to pass.
But all the time he'd been plotting the salvation of his reputation, he hadn't realized that he was still standing with his sweatpants around his ankles and his dick in his hand, and that Billy Jessup was still standing there watching him. He looked at the thin, red-haired boy that he'd known his entire life and saw the look of lust written all over his face. He repeatedly licked his lips and his eyes were wide and glassy. Brian followed the other boy's line of sight to see that he was staring right at his exposed cock, which was quickly regaining its previous rigidity. `Holy fuck,' Brian thought, `it's not just me'.
He was convinced that he was the only one in the entire town that thought about boys the way he did. He thought about them jerking him off until he came. He thought about them sucking on his hard dick in their hot, wet mouths. But mostly he thought about sticking his long, hard cock into some guy's tight ass and fucking him until they both exploded. Yeah, he thought about that one a lot.
So here was his big opportunity. The look on Billy's face was a dead giveaway that he would be more than happy to participate in one of the fantasies that Brian had. A sly smile spread across the brunet's face as he decided which one.
With his free hand he pulled Billy into the stall with him. The door swung closed behind him and Brian reached over and locked it. A mistake he wouldn't make again. The smaller boy looked up at him with trepidation. He figured that it was probably his first experience with another guy too. `Well, let's make it a good one,' Brian thought.
Brian leaned forward and pressed his lips against Billy's. The kiss started off uncertain but quickly grew intense. Brian pushed his tongue through the boy's lips. Billy jumped at the unexpected intrusion, then calmed and allowed the warm appendage to explore his mouth. The redhead moaned into Brian's mouth, then the moan grew louder as Brian cupped Billy's throbbing dick through his sweatpants. They pulled their mouths apart as a breath became necessary and stared back at each other, both a little scared of what would happen next.
Brian knew he wanted more, so he went for it. He grabbed the waistband of Billy's sweats and pulled them down to expose his erection. It was the first time he'd seen someone else's hard cock close up, so he studied it for a moment. It wasn't as long or thick as his was, but it would do. He took it in his hand and heard Billy gasp as his long fingers wrapped snugly around it. Brian's head shot up to lock eyes with the other boy. The message in his glassy hazel orbs was clear and Billy reached out and took hold of Brian's leaking cock. He also gasped as the warmth of the boy's hand encased him. Brian took the initiative and started to move his hand up and down his friend's dick and the other boy followed his lead. They both were so excited and knew it wouldn't be long before they would come. Precum leaked from their cocks as their hands sped up and jerked faster along the slick shafts. They moaned softly for fear of being caught and their breathing became short and labored.
Brian closed his eyes from the unbelievable pleasure he felt. He was used to jerking himself off, but this was so much better. The amazing feelings he got from having someone else's hand do it for him was mind blowing. He felt his balls start to tighten and he recognized the tell-tale sign that his orgasm was close. Just a few more strokes of Billy's hand and…
"Oh God…yeah…oh, fuck," Brian gasped as the cum exploded from his slit and shot against his stomach in thick streams, then ran down his friend's hand, covering it. It was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.
Moments after his orgasm began, he felt Billy's cock throb in his hand and then watched as the cum shot against the boy's stomach and ran over his fingers, the same as his had done on Billy's hand. "Yeah…oh, yeah," the other boy whimpered softly as he came.
The boys struggled to get their breathing under control, both of them amazed by the intensity of their orgasms. They didn't speak as they each took some toilet paper and cleaned themselves up, then pulled their sweats back up. They looked at each other tentatively, not sure what to do after what just happened. Billy was the first to smile, reassuring Brian that it was alright, that they were still friends and that the knowledge of what they'd done wouldn't go beyond them. Brian smiled back and reached behind his friend to unlock and open the door. The redhead peeked out of the stall to make sure no one else was in the bathroom, then moved forward after seeing that the coast was clear. Brian didn't follow, but listened as the main door to the bathroom opened and then closed and he knew that Billy had gone.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and released it slowly. `That was fucking amazing,' he thought with a smile. Even though he knew that things could have gone terribly wrong when he'd been discovered, he was ecstatic with the way they'd turned out. He opened his eyes, straightened his shoulders, walked out of the bathroom, and back to the locker room to retrieve his knapsack, acting as if nothing ever happened.
And that was the beginning of his illustrious career as a homosexual.
He'd been with Billy quite a few more times after that and even lost his virginity with the red-haired boy. But in their last year of high school, Billy's family moved to Colorado where his father had a big job lined up. It had been hard on both of them. They were used to being out with each other and weren't sure that either one would be able to find that comfort so easily again. Especially not for Brian, stuck in the little town where everyone knew everything and nothing was sacred. The fear of being found out as the town gay was something that Brian carried around with him like a lead weight on his shoulders. He knew that one day, he wouldn't be able to hide it anymore. The thought of that day scared him more than anything.
Brian was shaken out of his memories by a loud bell that wrung through the town. It signified the beginning of the Spring Festival. Everyone around him hurried to finish their task so they could head home to get dressed for the evening festivities. He got up from the bench he'd been sitting on and made his way home. He knew his parents and his sister would already be there and cringed at the thought of having to play perfect family for the night. The Kinneys were anything but and the show they put on when out at one of these town functions made Brian sick to his stomach. He wondered if anyone knew his father was a drunken bastard who beat him anytime it struck his fancy and his mother, well, let's just say that God had a permanent fan in her. She was more interested in what went on at her church then she ever was in her son's life.
They were never there for him other then to berate and abuse him, physically, mentally and verbally. It was no way to grow up and Brian knew that as soon as he finished the summer working at his family's store, he was headed for college and out of there. He'd kiss that little town goodbye and never, ever look back. That was the only thing that got him through the tough times. The thought of one day escaping and that day was getting closer and closer by the minute.
As soon as he got home he headed upstairs to his room and shut the door behind him. He striped off his sweaty clothes and threw them into the pile of dirty clothes in the closet, then made his way into the bathroom to grab a shower. The feel of the warm water as it ran down his body washing off the layers of dirt and sweat felt good. His hands smoothed over his body, soaping it up and then washing the bubbles away. When he got to his cock and balls he spent a little extra time there. His mind wandered to the beautiful blond that he was infatuated with. Brian wondered if he'd be at the festival.
He felt himself harden quickly as he pictured the boy's face and eyes and tantalizing mouth. He had never seen such amazing lips before and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting them. His hand moved quickly up and down his erection as the other one tugged at his full sack hanging between his legs. He was so excited by the thought of the boy and he gasped as he imagined it was his hand jerking his cock. His back arched as he moaned and shot his load all over the shower tiles.
"Oh, fuck," he panted. He shook his head and laughed slightly at how pathetic he was. He was losing it over a kid that he hadn't even said more than two words at a time to and who probably wasn't even gay. `Fucking pathetic' he thought as he rinsed off, turned off the water, and stepped out to dry himself.
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Across town, Justin had just finished getting dressed as his mother knocked on his bedroom door.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure," the blond replied as he ran his hand through his still damp hair to set it in place. He saw his mother open the door and enter his room.
"Are you ready to go, sweetie?" his mother asked with excitement in her voice.
"Yeah."
"Okay, then let's get everyone together and head over to the town hall," she said as she moved out of his room and practically bounced down the stairs. Jennifer loved the festival and always looked forward it. All the families had such a good time. It was what made their town so special and kept them all together. She couldn't wait.
They all piled into the family car and headed toward City Hall. Craig was in a good mood and looked forward to hanging out with all his buddies from work. They always had a blast. They got a little too drunk and a little too loud, but everyone had a good time. This year should be no exception.
Molly sat and pouted in the back seat next to her brother. She didn't want to go. She'd had a fight earlier that day with her best friend Cara because they couldn't agree on what to wear to the festival. Molly wanted to wear jeans and a belly top, but Cara wanted to wear capris and a halter. Neither one would compromise, so Molly ended up yelling and Cara hung up on her. She'd decided to wear jeans and a halter after all, hoping that when she got there, her friend wouldn't be too mad and they'd make up. It wouldn't be much fun if she and Cara weren't talking to each other all night. She wasn't sure what would happen when she got to the festival, so she continued to pout.
They pulled into the crowded parking lot. Craig parked the car and they all piled out. Jennifer hurried inside to make sure everything was ready with the food. She didn't want any problems while she was heading the committee. It would be a scandal as far as she was concerned. Justin rolled his eyes at the dramatics of his mother. God forbid the chicken should be greasy or the potato salad a little dry. The world would just end, plain and simple. `Women,' he thought and shook his head. He'd never understand them. He watched as his pouty sister walked away and knew that he definitely never would get them and that was fine with him. He wasn't interested in them anyway.
It was always boys that got him. He knew ever since he was little that it was boys that he was attracted to. He'd always been artistic and figured maybe it was part of his artistic nature. He wasn't sure, he just knew that that's the way he was. He'd never done anything about it and was sure that he was the only queer in the entire town. But he planned to one day change that when he left their small town and headed for the big city. He wanted to be an artist and an artist had to experience life. What life could he experience stuck in a small town with nowhere to go? Nope, he knew where he wanted to be and it was anywhere but where he was. He still had some time to think about it. He wasn't finished with high school for a few more months yet, then he had the summer and then he was off. He'd applied to some art schools and was waiting to see which ones he'd gotten into before making his decision. It would just be a short time before he knew and then he'd make his plans. He couldn't wait.
Justin realized that while he'd been daydreaming his family had all gone their separate ways, leaving him standing alone in the parking lot. He moved towards the big brick building and braced himself for the usual show he'd have to put on, pretending he was even remotely interested in the many, MANY girls his mother would introduce him to. Like he hadn't known them his entire life and never shown any interest in them before, so what would change that now? But his mother was determined to find just the right girl for him. She told him that he just hadn't found her yet and it was her mission in life to make that happen. `Fat chance of that,' the blond thought. `Now maybe if she could find just the right guy,' he smiled to himself at the thought.
He moved thorough the crowds of people towards the drink table set off to the side. He grabbed a can of coke, popped it open and took a sip. He had to hold back the burp that threatened to escape as the gas from the soda bubbled in his chest. He turned to make his way back across the room and slammed right into a tall, firm body.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." The blond started to apologize for nearly toppling the man over, when he looked up to see that it was the dark-haired guy from the grocery store. `Holy shit!' he thought.
"No problem, um Justin, right?" Brian said as he looked down at the amazing blond he'd been fantasizing about and smiled.
"Oh, um, yeah," Justin said, still a little taken back by the brunet's presence.
"Hi, I'm Brian, " he said simply with his smile still in place.
"Uh, yeah, I know," the blond said quietly.
Brian wasn't sure what to say next as his nervousness set in. He smelled that amazing scent that seemed to waft from the boy. He breathed in deeply, trying to capture as much of it as he could. He didn't say anything and neither did Justin, they just stood in awkward silence, starring at each other. Until…
"Hey, Sonny Boy, how's about getting your old man a drink?" Jack Kinney barreled as he slapped his son on the back a little too hard.
Brian and Justin were startled out of their gaze by the older man's loud voice. Then suddenly Brian's body jerked forward slightly as his father's hand connected firmly with his back. Justin saw the pained look on his face and without thinking grabbed his hand.
"You want to get out of here?" he asked.
Brian quickly looked at his father standing behind him. The man was engaged in a conversation with one of his bowling buddies so his attention was temporarily taken off of his son. He knew it was only a matter of moments before his father would be on him again and took advantage of the break to escape.
"Yeah, let's go," he replied and allowed himself to be pulled out of the room by the younger man.