Small Town
Part 38
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Brian turned over in his sleep, his arms reaching out instinctively for the warm body next to his and took it in his arms.
Half awake, Justin smiled and moved back, snuggling into his lover’s embrace. He heard a noise reverberating through his ears and realized that it was coming from him. That he was purring.
“What’s that sound?” Brian asked sleepily.
“Nothing. I don’t hear anything,” Justin answered shyly. “You must be hearing things again.”
Smiling, Brian tightened his arms around the blond and whispered into his ear, “You’re purring.”
“No, I’m not,” the younger man replied defensively.
Huffing a laugh, Brian said, “You are.”
Shivering slightly as the warm air from his boyfriend’s words washed over his skin, sending an immediate signal to his awakening cock that it was time to get up, Justin just shrugged his shoulders and gave up. “Okay, it was me…I was purring.”
Letting his hand wander downward, Brian FELT his lover’s contentment and smiled. “Mmm, purr away.” And then he began to stroke.
“Brian,” the other man moaned softly and wondered if it was possible to want and need someone too much. To need to feel their body against yours and to constantly want to touch them and hold them in your arms. But the question quickly flew from his head along with all coherent thoughts as Brian’s thumb ran across his leaking slit.
“Wanna play?” Brian asked gruffly.
“Oh, yeah.”
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Brian loved Saturday nights at
And the men…oh, the hot and horny men who wanted nothing more than a big cock to fill their ass or be offered one to fill.
Yeah, Brian thought that it was the best place to be…especially when he looked across the dance floor and his eyes locked onto an intense pair of blue ones staring back at him. He could tell that Justin was having a great time dancing with Emmett.
Brian smiled.
Justin WAS the hottest man there and offered himself up to Brian unconditionally. What more did he need?
“Hey, Brian, I haven’t seen you around that much
lately. How’s it
going?”
Brian turned, his eyes leaving his partner’s and landing on a familiar face. “Hey, Anita. How’s tricks?”
The woman laughed, as Brian always teased her about hanging out in a room full of gay men when she was more than guaranteed NOT to get any. “So, up for a taste of the good stuff?” she asked, always ready to get down to business.
Brian looked back to the dance floor, his eyes meeting Justin’s and he couldn’t miss the questioning glare. He smiled and without turning away, answered the woman. “Sure.” Focusing back on Anita, Brian took some money out of his pocket and discreetly exchanged it for what was in the woman’s hand.
“Nice doing business with you, as always, Brian. Take care.”
Justin looked curiously at the woman who was walking away as he made his way back to his boyfriend. “Who was that?” he asked, leaning up against Brian and kissing him softly.
“Anita, um, she has all kinds of goodies.”
“How do you know her?”
“We, uh, went to school together. And now, well, she hangs out here.”
Justin was a little shocked. One, that someone that Brian grew up with KNEW that he was gay and two, because he was friends with a drug dealer. He shook his head and realized the he was way too naïve.
“So, wanna have a little fun?” Brian asked with a mischievous smile.
“What kind of fun?” Justin replied apprehensively. He knew he was being prude, but…
Brian held up the little bag of white pills that Anita had given him, shaking them in front of his boyfriend’s face.
“Wha…what’s THAT?”
“E…ecstasy…”
“Have you tried it before?” the blond asked, somewhat shocked.
Meeting Justin’s gaze, Brian decided to be honest. “Yeah, several times. But it’s no big deal, Sunshine. It’s just for fun. Nothing to worry about.”
Justin’s eyes searched Brian’s and he knew he was overreacting. Smiling slightly, he took a deep breath and said, “Well, I…I’m allergic to a lot of drugs, so I don’t think…”
“These are recreational drugs, baby…far from prescription ones so don’t worry. They’ll make you feel so good. So free.”
Justin couldn’t help but smile as a small part of him grew excited to try the new experience, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. “But…”
“No pressure, Justin. You don’t have to try it. Really.”
Justin smiled wider and decided what the hell. “Sure, I’m game.”
Nodding, Brian took out two little pills and was about to give one to Justin when he decided that he didn’t want to take any chances and broke the pill into two. “Just take a half,” he instructed as he placed the half a pill on the tip of his tongue, in offering.
The blue eyes flickered from Brian’s tongue up to his honest hazel eyes and back down again. He knew that his boyfriend wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, so he moved forward, opening his lips around the offered appendage, taking the pill inside of his mouth.
“Don’t swallow it, just let it dissolve. That’s it,” Brian said quickly.
Placing the whole pill on his tongue, Brian closed his mouth and smiled, waiting for the drugs to take effect. He couldn’t wait to see how Justin reacted and soon enough he had his answer.
“Hey, Bri…I feel…kinda funny,” the blond said with a huge smile, his eyes glazed over as he constantly licked his lips.
“Good funny or bad funny?”
“No, definitely good funny…really good funny.” Justin felt a pleasant buzz roaming through his entire body, but mostly it seemed to be focused on his hardening cock.
Brian noticed the sly smile on Justin’s lips and realized that the pill had already taken effect. “Feeling nice, baby?” he asked, moving his arms around the smaller man’s waist and pulling his body against him.
“Mm-hm, REALLY nice,” the blond replied with a smile.
“I can feel that,” the older man said, moving his hips forward slightly, letting his groin press against the erection he felt trying to burst its way out of his lover’s pants.
“Ohhh, Brian,” Justin moaned, overwhelmed by the incredible feelings coursing through him.
“Baby...”
They danced to a few more songs, both of them grinding mercilessly against each other…demanding the contact, until it was just too much…they needed more.
“Brian…please…suck me.”
“Aghhh, Justin,” Brian growled, the blond’s words shooting straight to his already aching groin.
“Come on…take me to the backroom…”
Brian pulled back, looking at his lover’s face, searching his eyes…
“Please, Bri…I need to get off.”
Seeing and hearing the desperation in his man, Brian leaned down and attacked Justin’s mouth in a crushing kiss, leaving them both breathless when they finally parted.
A little dazed, Justin smiled, a satisfied smile, as he felt himself being pulled toward the backroom.
Neither man paid much attention to the scowl on Michael’s face as they passed by him at the bar. They were too focused on each other to notice…or to care
When they entered the mostly darkened room, the incredible sounds reverberating off the walls of men moaning and calling out in pleasure bombarded their senses.
Justin was so overwhelmed that he didn’t pay attention to where he was going until he felt Brian stop and he almost crashed into him. Smiling, again, he looked up at his lover’s face and whispered, “Hey.”
“Hey,” Brian returned, smiling. He reached down, running his hand firmly along the pulsing bulge trapped inside Justin’s jeans, and felt his own member jump when the blond moaned.
“More,” the younger man whimpered, his eyes sliding closed, his mind spinning with a sense of need like he’d never felt before. Suddenly he laughed out loud as he thought, ‘Man, that was some amazing E.’
“What’s so funny?” Brian asked, and watched as Justin’s eyes fluttered open and he saw the slight blush creep along the pale cheeks, knowing that the man probably hadn’t even realized that he’d laughed out loud.
Shaking his head, Justin tried to recover and said, “Nothing…nothing…I guess I’m just feeling pretty good.”
“I’ll say so,” the brunet purred, running his hand over the bulge again, earning himself another loud moan.
“Suck me,” Justin demanded, staring deeply into his lover’s eyes.
Brian, who was used to being the one in control nodded, not able to resist his lover’s request and dropped to his knees. Looking up, keeping his eyes fixated on his partner’s angelic face, he quickly unzipped his jeans and lowered his briefs, freeing the rock-hard erection.
Justin sighed with relief then moaned with pleasure as Brian’s full, wet lips surrounded his leaking head and sucked it into his mouth. He gasped as his lover’s tongue swirled and dipped into his slit, greedily taking the sweet fluid that began to leak.
Instantly, Justin’s fingers found themselves weaving through Brian’s soft hair, holding on and gently guiding the man’s mouth up and down his shaft. He knew that his lover didn’t need help, but he couldn’t keep still. He was too fucking gone.
He screamed out loud as Brian took him all the way in, his sensitive head bumping the roof of the older man’s mouth.
Brian knew that Justin was close, so he slid further down, constricting his throat muscles around the man’s flesh and felt him jerk and moan from the intensity. Over and over he alternated between sliding all the way up to the tip and sealing his lips tightly around the head then slipping all the way down, his throat mimicking the beat of his lover’s pulse that he felt racing along the large, throbbing vein in his cock.
“Brian…oh, fuck…Bri…I can’t…ahhh…ahhhh…”
And Justin’s fingers tightened painfully in his lover’s hair as his body instantly combusted.
Brian tightened his grip on Justin’s hips, knowing that he was probably the only thing holding the smaller man up, and continued to suck, drinking down the sweet cum that shot out, over and over in long, forceful spurts.
Leaving Justin utterly spent.
His mind and body floating.
Then he felt his lover’s hands tighten as the man stood, tucking him back in and zipping him up and he knew that…fuck…life was pretty damn good.
Finally, Justin opened his eyes and smiled at the face of his partner watching over him. He reached his hand down, squeezing the front of Brian’s jeans, earning a loud growl from the man.
“My turn,” Brian said with a wicked grin.
Justin didn’t answer. He just licked his lips and began.
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Once again Monday arrived and Justin groaned as he performed his morning rituals, getting ready for school.
‘Soon,’ he thought.
‘Soon I’ll be outta here and in
On the drive to school, he couldn’t help but remember a previous Monday when things had taken a definite turn.
He looked out the window, but didn’t notice the passing scenery, for in his mind, all he could see was Chris Hobbs’s face glaring back at him…
“What the fuck are you looking at, you fag?” Chris taunted, catching Justin in the change room after gym. Most of the other guys had already gone, leaving the two boys alone.
“Nothing…I wasn’t looking at anything,” Justin answered defensively. The truth was that he’d been so lost in thought, remembering the past weekend that he hadn’t even noticed when the other boy had come in.
“Right, I bet you were watching me and just waiting for me to get undressed so that you could look at my ass.”
“What…you’re fucking sick. I wasn’t…” But Justin blushed slightly, knowing that he was indeed thinking about someone’s ass…but it wasn’t Chris’s that he was dreaming about. It was Brian’s, and…
“Right, all you fags are alike.”
“I’m not a fag,” Justin shouted, not sure why he was so angry and being so defensive when in truth, he was gay…but he knew that he couldn’t let anyone find out…not yet.
“I bet all you do is sit there and watch the guys and dream about sticking your cock up their ass. Sneaking up behind them and ramming it on in.” By now, Chris was right up in Justin’s space and the look of hatred was so prominent of the young man’s face.
“How do you know so much about what fags do unless you ARE one?” Justin returned, having tolerated enough bullshit.
“I’m no fag, you fucking cocksucker,” Chris exploded as his fists came down on Justin’s face, splitting his lip wide open and catching him right on the cheekbone.
“What the fuck?” Justin growled, his fists flying upward, making fierce contact with the other boy’s eye, then chin, then mouth. He didn’t even realize what he was doing…all he could see was the endless times that Chris and his friends had bullied and tormented him in the past.
“Urghhhhhhh,” Chris moaned, his hands coming up to his mouth and he spat, blood falling to the floor along with what looked like a tooth. “FWUCK!”
Justin was brought out of his daze by the painful moans coming from the other boy and he couldn’t help but smile as Chris’s mouth opened widely and he noticed the empty space where his front tooth used to be. Instantly he felt bad, but he knew that it had just been a matter of time until Chris’d gotten back what he’d dished out.
“Lu fwuker…I’wl kiwl lu!” the irate boy screamed, just as the coach and assistant coach came into the room and grabbed him, holding him back from attacking Justin again.
“What the hell happened here?” the coach asked, looking from one boy to the other.
Neither one answered.
And when they were sent down to the principal’s office, neither one said a word.
So they were let go, with a warning and Justin watched as Chris left the school, certain that he was on his way to the dentist.
But he couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that maybe, things weren’t over just yet.
“Justin…Justin…”
Blinking his eyes rapidly, Justin awoke from his daze and realized that they were at school. He grabbed his knapsack, said goodbye to his mother and headed into the building. Spotting Daphne waiting for him, he grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her along with him.
“Hey, Justin, how was your weekend?”
“Great, Daphne, it was great. And yours?”
“Well, I know it can’t possibly compare to yours, with Brian and all…”
“Shhhh,” Justin warned, looking around to make sure that no one had overheard.
“Sorry,” she said then continued. “But I went on my first, real date.”
“What?!”
“Yep, and it was great.”
Justin looked at his friend and realized that she was
beaming. How the hell had he
missed all this? He knew
how. He was so caught up in his
own life that he hadn’t been around too much
lately. Well, he was there
now. “So, who’d you
go out with?”
“Well, maybe I’ll tell you later…I gotta go
now…”
”Daphne Alyssa Chanders, you’d better tell me right this minute!”
Justin demanded.
“Alright…alright…calm down,” the girl said with a wide grin, knowing just how to play her best friend right.
So for the next ten minutes, before they had to be in homeroom, Daphne rambled on and on about Scott Thompson, the guy that they’d both known practically their whole lives. She told him how suddenly it was as if she’d seen him for the first time. Like she’d never noticed before how cute he was…”
Justin just smiled, knowing that he’d ALWAYS thought that Scott was cute. He listened to his friend and was genuinely happy for her. Happy that maybe, she’d be lucky and fall in love with the man, just like he had with Brian.
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Brian was on his way out of work when he spotted a familiar figure moving toward the alley. He felt his anger begin to boil and moved silently after him.
“In a rush?” Brian asked as he approached the young man about to climb into his car.
“Uh, no…why?” Chris Hobbs asked defensively. He tried to hide his fear, but wasn’t doing a very good job. He knew who Brian was. His reputation as a take-no-shit kinda guy who could beat the crap out of you preceded him.
Brian knew that he told Justin that he’d stay out of it, but he
just couldn’t. He didn’t
want to take the chance of anything happening to his lover again at the hands
of this fucker. He moved in closer,
rising to his full height, towering over the other man as he
spoke. “I hear you had a
little run in with Justin
Taylor?”
“Yeah, so, what’s it to you?”
Brian smiled, able to smell the terror wafting off the man. He moved in even closer, his face right up in Chris’s. “He’s my friend, and I won’t have you harassing him. Understand,” Brian warned in a menacing tone. The look on his face not able to be mistaken for anything other than what it was…a warning.
Backing away slightly, his gut wrenching from the unmistakable threat the older man posed, Chris nodded, not willing to trust his voice from breaking.
“Good, as long as we understand each other. Oh, and, Chris, if you ever lay a fucking finger on him, well, let’s just say that it’ll be the last thing that you do with that finger.” Shooting the man one last glare, Brian turned and walked away.
Finally, Chris let go of the shaky breath he’d been holding, making a mental note to not fuck with Justin again, unless he wanted to be fucked with by Brian. The thought alone sent a shiver of fear down his spine as he remembered the unmistakable danger he’d seen blazing in the man’s dark eyes.
Another shiver crept down his spine and he tried to keep his legs from buckling as he climbed into his car, attempting to insert the key in the ignition with his shaky hands, sighing gratefully when he finally succeeded.
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“Hey, baby.”
“Hey, Bri. You certainly sound like you’re in a good mood.”
“Yep, the best. So, how about a little company tonight?” Brian asked, wanting to change the subject before his lover questioned him about the source of his mood.
“Sure, I’d love it. I’ll see you around ten. The window will be unlocked.”
“Great, see you then. Later, baby.”
“Yeah, later,” Justin sighed, his words lingering with promise as he hung up the phone.