Small Town
Part 11
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“Justin,” Brian warned as the blond continued to rock his hips against his, rubbing their jean-clad erections together. He felt his control slipping away and didn’t think he could hold out much longer.
“Ahhhh…please, Brian…touch me,” Justin whimpered.
Growling, Brian pushed Justin against the back of the sofa. The blond’s hands instantly came down and grabbed hold of the cushions and his ass rested along the top. He couldn’t believe that he was standing in the middle of his parents living room, watching as his…friend, lover, boyfriend? He wasn’t really sure what Brian was…started to go down on him.
Brian hadn’t planned on attacking Justin, but the man had left him no choice. His teasing and taunting took away all his will power and he felt like he wouldn’t be able to last another minute without a taste of the man’s hard cock. He slowly slid down Justin’s body and got onto his knees. Reaching up he opened the button and fly of the blond’s jeans, then pulled them down over his hips, leaving them to rest just above his knees. He spread the man’s legs open as far as they would go, still encased in the restrictive material and settled between them.
Justin looked down and gasped as Brian’s hazel eyes locked with his as the man opened his mouth, wrapped his full lips around the head of his leaking cock and gently sucked. “Oh my God…Brian,” Justin whimpered, sliding his fingers into the thick, dark hair at the back of Brian’s head and pulling him closer. He gasped again as the motion pushed his cock even further into the warm, wet mouth. He had to fight with his eyes as they fluttered constantly trying to close when he desperately wanted to keep them open, not wanting to miss even a second of seeing the man on his knees, pleasing him.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Brian moaned around Justin’s cock. He felt it pulse in his mouth and tasted the precum as it bubbled from the tip and slid along his tongue. It was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. He couldn’t get enough and sucked harder, trying to coax more of the nectar out of Justin’s slit.
“Brian…Brian…oh, fuck,” Justin moaned and his grip tightened in the man’s hair, twisting the stands around his fingers. He panted heavily, watching the soft lips move along the length of his cock as it slid in and out of Brian’s mouth.
It was too much. The sound of his balls slapping against the older man’s chin as his head bobbed up and down. The feeling of the warm, wet tightness wrapped around his throbbing cock as Brian increased the pressure of his sucking. The look of the lust- filled, glazed-over hazel eyes as they remained locked with his. Too much pleasure, too much perfection, too much…”AHHHHH….BRIIIAAAANNNNN!” Justin screamed and his eyes rolled shut, his head flew back and his back arched sharply into the air. His cock exploded shooting spurt after spurt of hot fluid into Brian’s mouth, which the man swallowed greedily. Justin’s fingers tightened even further in the dark hair and he gripped the back of the sofa, trying to keep himself from falling forward.
Sucking one last time along the length of Justin’s softening dick, then letting it slide gently from his mouth, Brian raised up and pressed his mouth against the blond’s. Wanting to give him a taste of himself, he slid his tongue into the parted lips.
“Mmmm,” Justin moaned as he sucked at the appendage greedily, loving the sweet-salty taste that he knew was his. With his fingers still wrapped in Brian’s hair, he pulled the man closer, deepening the kiss. He enjoyed it even more when he heard Brian’s low moan then felt as it vibrated inside his mouth. Not able to control himself any longer, Justin reached down and ran his hand over Brian’s hard cock, still trapped inside his jeans.
“Ahhhhhh,” Brian groaned into the kiss.
Justin’s fingers quickly undid the fly and reached inside the jeans, pulling out the hot, hard, leaking erection. Again, Brian moaned and the sound sent a chill down Justin’s spine. It was an amazing sound.
Pulling back in need of air, both men panted heavily as their eyes locked in a passionate gaze.
“Ohhh, Justin…I…I…oh, God,” Brian moaned as the blond’s fingers wrapped tightly around his cock and pumped up and down, sliding easily along the length as the leaking precum lubed the way. The brunet’s hips bucked wildly, trying to fuck Justin’s hand as the man’s soft lips and wet tongue nipped and sucked along his neck.
“Feel good?” the blond whispered into the taller man’s ear then bit down on his lobe, nibbling on the supple flesh.
“Yes…fuck…oh, yes,” the older man growled as Justin’s hand tightened further around his shaft and sped up. He loved the feel of the nimble fingers flying along his meat and the warm breath washing over his skin. He figured he might have a mark or two on his neck the way the blond was sucking hungrily on it, but he didn’t care. He felt so good. A spasm gripped his balls and he knew he was almost there. He pulled up his t-shirt, not wanting it to get wet with his cum then he swooped down, taking Justin’s lips in a crushing kiss as his body began to convulse as his orgasm tore through his body with incredible force. His cum shot out against his stomach in long, pearly streams until his balls were completely empty. He moaned loudly into Justin’s mouth, finally separating as the need for air became dire.
“Was that good?” Justin asked when Brian finally stopped gasping.
The older man pressed his forehead against the blond’s and smiled. “It was fucking amazing.” He took a deep breath, still trying to calm himself down. “And you? How did you like yours?” Brian asked, even though he knew the answer was quite obvious.
“Holy shit, I don’t think I’m ever going to recover from it,” the blond said with a silly grin. “How the hell did you ever learn to do that so well?”
“Well, you know what they say. Practice makes perfect,” the older man said bluntly.
Justin’s eyes flitted downwards. He wasn’t sure if he should ask Brian what he was thinking or not. It wasn’t really his place and…
“Justin,” Brian said, pulling his head back slightly so that he could look into the man’s eyes. He watched the bright blue orbs travel slowly upwards to meet his. He knew what he was thinking. His reaction to Brian’s last comment gave it away and the sadness in his eyes confirmed it. He placed his hand along the side of Justin’s face, running his thumb across the soft skin and smiled when the man leaned into the touch. “You need to know that I’m not a saint. Far from it. I’ve been with my fair share of men and I’m not ashamed of it. You have to understand the way I grew up. Never mattering, never important enough to be cared about, always alone. It made me want to be needed, desired, even if it was only for a few minutes. It was better than always being ignored.” Brian’s words were soft as he tried to make Justin understand. He watched the blue eyes fill with unshed tears as he listened to him bare his soul. He wiped away a stray tear that fell and placed a soft kiss against the younger man’s lips.
“I’m sorry,” Justin whispered against the brunet’s lips before the man drew back.
Brian’s eyebrows narrowed, and he asked quietly, “What are YOU sorry for?”
Sniffling, the blond replied, “I’m sorry that you felt you were alone. You’re not alone anymore.”
The older man’s heart swelled, now filled with the words that he had longed to hear for, well, as long as he could remember. He wasn’t alone anymore. He felt the warmth of the words spread through his body and wash over his soul. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Justin’s again. He wasn’t alone anymore.
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“So, where to?” Brian asked when they
climbed into the jeep. He knew
that Justin was still a little upset because he hadn’t let things get
any further. But he didn’t
want the man to think that that was all he wanted from
him.
Sex.
He knew he could get that anytime he wanted on
What Brian wanted from Justin was much more than just sex. He wanted a relationship, a partner, a friend. And okay, he also wanted sex. Hey, he wasn’t stupid. He had the most beautiful guy he’d ever laid eyes on interested in him. Of course he wanted sex. He was just willing to relax and not make it just about that. He wanted it all and he was going to get it. He had no doubts.
“I don’t know. Wherever you want,” Justin replied quietly. He was still a little upset that Brian hadn’t given in and fucked him. But he understood. He knew that the man didn’t want to scare him off just as things were getting started. He thought about how sweet that actually was. How much Brian must really care about him and he decided to drop the immaturity and act like the man he wanted to be. He straightened up in his seat, turned towards the brunet and said, in a cheerful voice, “Why don’t we go to the point?”
With a raised eyebrow and a questioning glare, Brian asked, “YOU go to the point?”
“Yeah, I…I’ve been there…once,” Justin confessed meekly.
“Uh-huh. And why were you there, um, once?”
“I went with a bunch of people after a school dance that my mom forced me and Daph to go to,” he said sourly, remembering the lame ass time they’d had at the stupid dance. Then his face brightened up when he thought about the great time they’d had at the point. “It was really cool. The point I mean, not the dance. That part sucked.”
Laughing at the recount and the faces the blond had made, Brian said, “Okay, we can go. But I don’t know who’s gonna be up there now, so we have to watch out.”
“Kay,” Justin said excitedly. “But I’m kinda hungry. Do you think we can stop at McDonalds on the way?”
“Sure. But you’d better watch all that grease and junk that you put into your body. It’s nothing but fat.”
“It’s okay. I’m young and I have the metabolism of a racehorse. It can work anything off and I never gain an ounce. You should try eating a little more. You’re so thin.”
Brian looked at Justin and asked, “Do you think I’m too thin?”
Noticing the hurt look in the brunet’s eyes, Justin quickly responded, “No, I think you’re perfect.” He was happy when he saw the hazel eyes lose their sadness and a sweet smile spread across Brian’s lips.
“McDonalds, here we come,” the older man said as he started the jeep, backed out of Justin’s driveway and headed in the direction of the grease trap. Silently he was hoping that when they got there, the place would be closed. He looked over at the happy face of his companion and wondered what he’d gotten himself into. The guy was going to kill him. Either with his horrible choice in food or his seemingly insatiable desire for sex. Either way, he was a goner – and he couldn’t have been more thrilled about it.
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