Devil's Playground

Chapter 3

Justin pulled out a pair of brick red cargo pants. Daphne had explained the finer points of Velcro to him. He thought it was amazing that you could rip two pieces of cloth and be able to just stick them back together again. Justin pulled a long sleeved baby blue shirt over his head. This one had the number seventeen on it in dark navy blue. He liked the softness of these clothes. As he looked in the mirror he tugged absently at his clothes. He was very nervous about the dinner tonight. Justin wanted to be liked by Debbie's friends. He was already off to a terrible start with her son. Justin turned to the door when he heard a soft knock. He opened the door and in walked Daphne.

"Hey Justin, wow you look great."

Justin lowered his eyes to the floor and blushed. "Thanks to you, you picked out the clothes. All I had to do was put them on."

Daphne flopped down on his bed. She saw him fidget in the corner. She patted the bed and he sat beside her.

"What's up?"

"This whole dinner thing, I feel like I want to vomit."

"Justin there's nothing to be nervous about, they'll love you, you're irresistible."

"Michael doesn't think so."

"Michael is a fuck head who needs to get over himself."

Justin giggled, "Fuck head." He wasn't too sure of the exact meaning but it seemed fitting for the weasel like man. He looked at Daphne with a pained expression. "How many people will be there?"

Daphne shrugged. "I don't know. Deb usually has a lot of people over. Michael, Lindsay and Melanie and their baby, probably a few others. It'll be ok, I'll be there. Everyone coming is gay, well except for me and Deb."

Justin's eyes widened. "I had no idea that there were so many. I thought there was something wrong with me."

Daphne patted his arm. "There is nothing wrong with you, you just happen to like dick."

Justin blushed and covered his face. Daphne giggled; she liked making Justin blush at the drop of a hat. He was so sweet.

"Oh I almost forgot I got a present for you."

"You didn't have to do that. You've done so much for me already."

"Consider it a welcome to freedom present. Anyway I think it's a necessity." She dug out a small silver cell phone from her pocket and held it out. He stared at it in horror and somewhat fright. "I might not always be around so you need a way to get in touch with me if you need to. I already preprogrammed it. All you have to do is press one and it will dial me."

Justin pinched the phone between two fingers like he was holding a deadly bug. "Daphne, I really don't think this is necessary."

"Justin, I want you safe, just take the phone."

He grimaced and placed the small phone in one of his many pockets.

"Daphne, can I ask you something?"

"That's what I'm here for."

"Well um uh, do you think I have a fat butt?"

Daphne couldn't help the giggle that escaped which didn't make Justin feel any better. "Deb keeps saying I have a bubble butt."

"Oh Justin, she doesn't mean it like that. You have a really, really great ass. I would kill to have an ass like yours." At Justin's expression she quickly explained. "That's just an expression people use when they want something really bad."

"Sunshine, get that cute bubble butt down here and help set the table."

Daphne and Justin exchanged a look. "See, she said cute."

Daphne and Justin set the table for Deb while she finished up the last minute preparations. Justin had never smelled so many interesting and different smells before.

Daphne was chatting with Justin quietly on the couch to keep his mind off the impending arrival of all the guests. Suddenly the door opened and in walked Michael. As soon as Michael spotted Justin he glared at him.

"Did you manage to throw out any more of my things?"

Daphne was quick to Justin's defense. "Leave Justin alone. I would have done the exact same thing."

Deb stuck her head out of the kitchen and pointed a finger at Michael. "You better check that attitude at the door and stop giving Sunshine grief before I pop you one. Christ, it's a good thing you were an only child." Vic couldn't help a soft chuckle. Michael crossed his arms over his chest in an angry pout.

When the door bell rang Daphne got up to answer the door since Deb and Vic were busy and Michael was being an ass. She smiled when she saw who it was. "Hey Lindsay, Melanie, ohh Gus is getting so big." She tickled the baby's chubby cheek.

"Baby's tend to do that," Lindsay laughed.

Daphne pulled Justin up beside her. "This is Justin Taylor fresh from the colonies. Justin this is Lindsay and Melanie. I stayed with them when I was on my run about; they're lesbians."

"Hello," Justin said shyly.

"It's very nice to meet you, Justin," Lindsay said.

Debbie waved the girls into the kitchen. "You girls come sit down at the table." She put the steaming dishes of pasta on the table. "We might as well eat now before Michael eats it all." She popped him one on the back of the head as she passed by.

"Ma! Aren't we going to wait for Brian?" he whined.

"You know perfectly well Brian shows up when he damn well feels like it."

"Justin, would you like to hold Gus?"

"Sure," his smile was big and beautiful. Everyone in the room was affected by it except for Michael.

"I wouldn't trust him with Gus. He might drop him," Michael snarked.

Justin cradled Gus to his chest. The baby smiled up at him and cooed waving his little arms.

"Jesus Michael, what's gotten into you?" Mel asked.

"Oh he's just pissed because Justin threw out some cum stained comics" Daphne retorted.

"That one was from 1970…"

"It was devalued by your cum."

"It had sentimental value." Michael's face flushed red.

"Can we please talk about something else?" Lindsay begged. She observed Justin and Gus. Justin was murmuring to the baby. "He seems really taken with you."

Just then the door opened and in walked Brian. Justin happened to glance up at the sound and his breath caught in his chest. It was the hazel eyed boy from the photo except he wasn't a boy anymore; he was a man. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Brian made his usual grand entrance. His steps faltered when he caught sight of the beautiful blond boy holding his son. He was powerless to look away; they made a beautiful site. He felt a twitch in his cock and he knew he was fucked. Brian walked across the room stopping right next to Justin. He leaned down never taking his eyes off of Justin and murmured, "How's my sonny boy?"

Justin blinked and his eyes grew wide. Brian smirked and took the seat next to Justin. He gathered Gus into his arms and lavished him with some attention.

"Oh boy," Lindsay murmured about the same time Deb grumbled, "Christ!"

Daphne was grinning like mad at Brian and Justin's instant attraction to each other.

Brian's tongue crept to his cheek. "So you must be Justin. I've heard so much about you."

"Really?" Justin had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Oh yes, I heard all about your battle for dominance with Captain Astro, Mikey's comics," he elaborated. Justin didn't know what to say so he thought it best to remain silent. "I'm Brian by the way."

"Oh for fuck's sake, he's just a dumb country kid, Brian."

"Back off, Mikey, You're in no position to comment about his intelligence. If I recall you spent an awful lot of time looking at the answers to my tests in school."

Justin was appalled. He had done very well in school and he certainly never cheated. Justin stabbed at his pasta unsure of the foreign looking noodles. "What is this?" he whispered to Daphne.

"Its ziti, it's good. You'll like it. Deb makes the best pasta."

"Why thank you, honey. I'll dish up a container for you to take home with you."

Daphne grinned, "Thanks Deb, you're the best."

Brian cradled Gus while picking absently at his own plate. "So you're on your Rumspringa. How's that working out for you so far?" Brian inquired casually.

"Um ok, I guess. It's a lot to absorb all at once."

Brian patted his knee under the table causing Justin to jump. "Don't worry; you'll get the hang of everything soon. Ya know, when I was, I guess I was about in the tenth grade I did a report on the Amish."

Justin smiled a dazzling smile at Brian. "Really? Wow, that's neat; I suppose."

Brian's fingers ached to run through Justin's long locks. He wondered if it was as soft as it looked. Just then Emmett entered the house a bit frazzled and plopped down in an empty chair.

"Sorry I'm late. You wouldn't believe what happened to poor Teddy." Just then he noticed Justin.

"My, my, aren't you just a breath of fresh air. I'm Emmett Honeycutt."

Justin smiled a bit nervously at the over the top man. "I'm Justin."

Brian sneered, "So Em, don't keep us in suspense. What happened to good ol Theodore? We're all hanging on your every word."

Emmett rolled his eyes but continued to tell his tale anyway. "Well, while Teddy was in the shower…"

Brian interrupted. "Please, we're all eating. Picturing Theodore naked can only lead to indigestion and nausea."

Emmett gave Brian a withering glare. "As I was saying he was in the shower when he slipped and hit his head on the door; gave himself a concussion. Then somehow he um caught his dick in his zipper."

Brian barked out a laugh as the others stifled their own laughter. Justin grew pale; he didn't know why everyone was laughing. It sounded extremely painful to him. Even Daphne was laughing. He made a mental note to be careful around zippers in the future. Daphne noticed Justin's complexion. She rubbed his shoulders. "It's ok Justin; something like that rarely happens."

"Only Theodore could manage to get his dick stuck in his zipper."

"So anyway, he called me. I could barely understand him through all the yowling. I took a cab over to his place. He wanted me to drive him to the emergency room. When we got to his car he had a flat so he had to wait while I changed it."

Brian was holding his side he was laughing so hard. "Oh please stop, before I piss myself."

"Well it certainly wasn't pretty. Reminds me of the time when aunt Lu Lu accidentally shut the door on good ol Fetch. The dog barreled into the closed door practically making himself a pug dog. Well enough about why I'm late. Dish, I want to hear all about this sweet little morsel over here."

Michael grumbled, "There's nothing to tell; he's Amish."

Emmett clapped his hands excitedly. "Ohh, how interesting."

Justin felt Brian's hand rub his upper thigh. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably as his member stiffened painfully.

Brian drawled, "So what's there to do in Amish country besides tending the fields and churning butter?"

At the mention of churning butter Justin blushed furiously, while Daphne giggled at his plight. Brain arched a brow wondering what he had said. He leaned in and murmured in Justin's ear. "Churning butter must be hard work." Finally he decided to give into temptation. He ran his fingers through Justin's long silky locks. It was as soft as he imagined it would be. "I've never seen an Amish person so fair as you before."

"Get the camera, sis, I think they're going to do it right here."

Justin stiffened at the mention of a camera. He shook his head firmly. "No, no camera."

Vic held up his hand to calm the boy. "It was a joke. I'm sorry; I forgot."

"Um, what's the big deal?" Emmett asked.

"Most Amish people are against having their picture taken. It's against their beliefs, right Justin?"

Justin nodded feeling out of place. Then he felt Brain's hand travel up his thigh and rest next to his groin. He was all but panting.

Daphne looked around the table. "Um, does any one have a bike that Justin could borrow so he could get around on his own when he needs to?"

"He can borrow my old bike," Mel said. "I just have to check the air in the tires."

"Thank you, Melanie," Justin murmured.

As they ate Justin answered the occasional question. Brian was being extremely distracting with his hand on his thigh. He didn't know why Brian was being so familiar with him. He also made a mental note to ask Daphne how it was possible for Brian to be gay and yet have a son. Gus undoubtedly looked just like his father.

Emmett bounced in his seat. "So are we going to Woody's tonight?"

Brian smirked, "Sure, I never tire of whipping your asses at pool." Brian turned to Justin. "Would you like to come with us?"

"Brrrriiiaaannnnn!" Michael whined loudly.

"The whole point of a Rumspringa is to cut loose, get wild and experience everything."

"Um sure, I'll go," Justin said not too sure of himself.

Deb glared fiercely at Brian. "You better look after Sunshine."

"Don't worry, Deb; he'll be as safe as houses with me."

"Like a house made of twigs," Michael muttered.

Brian put on his most sexy look. "Daphne will come too, won't you, sweetheart?"

It was Daphne's turn to blush. "Uh sure Brian, I'd love to."

As the guys got ready to leave Daphne grabbed her jacket and snagged Justin's gray hoodie. She tossed it to him knowing he wouldn't want to get up revealing the prominent bulge in his pants. Luckily the sweater covered most of it. Daphne drew Brian aside.

"I thought you should probably know; Justin doesn't ride too well in cars. They scare the shit out of him."

He nodded silently, "Duly noted."

Brian walked out to his jeep with the two teens in tow leaving Emmett and Michael to find their own way there. He unlocked the passenger side door. Daphne jumped into the back conveniently leaving the front seat for Justin. Justin got in and sat down. Brian leaned in close to Justin stretching the seat belt over him. His actions exuded sexual prowess. Justin inhaled Brian's scent finding it every bit as arousing as the man himself.

As soon as they took off Brian observed what Daphne was talking about. Justin had the grip bar above the window in a death grip and on the seat. Brian rested one hand on Justin's thigh hoping to soothe the boy. He could feel the tight corded muscles of Justin's leg.

"That's not helping," Justin gritted out.

Brian just chuckled. "You have been to Liberty Ave before, right?"

Daphne piped up from the back, "I took him there a few days ago; it was just a quick visit."

Brian nodded, "Well it's even wilder at night. All the freaks, faeries, drag queens and what ever the fucks come out to play."

"What exactly is this place we're going to?"

"Woody's, it's a gay drinking establishment, with pool tables."

When they pulled up outside of Woody's Justin knew what he meant by it being wilder at night. Everyone was scantily clad in tight fitting garments. He saw more same sex people kissing, groping and grinding. Brian draped his arm casually around Justin's shoulders pulling him close. Justin shivered but not from the cold.

"Stick close to me, Sunshine. It wouldn't be safe if you strayed too far."

As soon as they entered the bar Justin edged closer to Brian. He wasn't too sure about being in this place.

"Brian, why is everyone staring at me?"

"You're with me and we're both fucken hot, that and you're fresh meat down here. Don't worry; I'll protect you."

Justin gasped and quickly averted his eyes when he saw a man with the ass of his pants removed. Brian looked to see what had caused Justin distress. He silently chuckled when he saw the bear with the ass chaps.

"Hey Bruce, would you mind sitting down. You're scaring the kid here; besides no one really wants to see your hairy ass."

The bear grumbled but did as Kinney requested. By the time they staked out a pool table Michael and Emmett had arrived.

"I need a drink," Brian stated. He nodded to Emmett to watch over Justin in his absence. He would have preferred something stronger but since he drove the kids he would behave himself in that respect anyway. Justin was having an effect on him like no other. He couldn't seem to keep his hands off the boy. His grip tightened on the beer. He wanted to rip Justin's clothes off and explore every inch of his pale creamy skin. Brian groaned and quickly adjusted himself. As he made his way back to the pool table he saw a guy approach Justin. It took him three long strides to be at Justin's side. He grabbed the guy's shoulders and spun him around. "He's not interested, fuck off. Oh and spread the word; he's under my protection."

The guy retreated without a backward glance. Brian dangled his beer under Justin's face. Justin looked up at Brian trustingly. He took the offered beverage and took a tentative sip. He made a face trying not to choke on the strange beverage. Brian shrugged, "It's an acquired taste." When Daphne made a grab for his beer he held it out of range. "Get your own. Justin and Daphne are on my team," he said as he racked up the balls.

Justin watched Brian intently. He looked to Daphne for an explanation.

"It's a game; you try to hit the colored balls into those pockets with a stick."

Brian leaned over the table taking the first shot to get the game started and to show Justin the general idea. As soon as the balls came to rest Brian crooked his finger at Justin. He passed his cue to Justin. Brian calculated the next shot. He maneuvered Justin where he wanted him and bent him over the table. He was flush up against Justin. Brian positioned Justin's hands on the cue stick and his overtop so he could guide Justin.

Bent over the table all Justin could do was pant quietly. Brian was lying practically on top of him. His eyes widened when he felt a hardness grind against his bottom. He found the sensation strange yet pleasurable. He never wanted to leave the safety of this man's arms. Daphne and Em's mouths were agape at the erotic scene before them. A lot of the other patrons had stopped what they were doing to watch too. Daphne did her own wiggle. She hoped she had enough double A batteries at home cuz she was going to need them. Brian and Justin were fucking hot together. This was much better than any porn she owned.

Brian murmured in Justin's ear. "You have to loosen your grip. The cue has to slide through your fingers easily. Now aim for the solid blue one. They both moved as one and sunk the ball. Justin smiled brightly over his shoulder at Brian.

"I did it."

"Good job, sonny boy" Brian whispered in Justin's ear.

Emmett had taken to fanning himself while Michael still pouted in the corner. He resented Justin for stealing all of Brian's time and affection. He practically saw red when he witnessed Brian nuzzling Justin's neck. Michael tried to put his mind at ease with the knowledge that once Brian fucked Justin the kid would all but be forgotten.

As the game progressed Justin got the hang of shooting and really didn't need Brian's aid. Brian, however, was pressed up against him grinding up against his backside. He could tell Brian was quite large. At one point he decided to be bold and press back against Brian. He heard Brian growl low in his throat. Justin shuddered and felt himself leak. His member was as hard as well forged iron. There was nothing he could do about his situation till he got home so he tried to will it away, a most impossible task. Brian stalked him around the pool table. To Justin's delight he noticed that Daphne was a better pool player than Michael was.

Brian couldn't wait to pick up a trick. His dick hadn't been this hard since he was a teen. He'd get his dick sucked then fuck a nice piece of ass till he passed out. He knew of one ass he wanted to sink into but now wasn't the time. He would pluck Justin's cherry but he wanted to take his time with the boy. He didn't know what possessed him but he wanted to be Justin's teacher in every sexual perversion he could think of. He wanted to be there for all of Justin's firsts. First blow job, first rimming, and first fuck. He moaned as his cum leaked out and into his jeans. If he wasn't careful before long he'd have a wet spot on the front of them. As the game wrapped up Michael whined that they should be going to Babylon.

Emmett clapped looking giddy. "Yes, let's take the princess to Babylon. Do you like to dance, honey?"

Brian rolled his eyes. "Yes Em, I'm sure the Amish have a disco ball hanging in the barn."

Daphne stifled a laugh at that image.

"I've never really danced. There were a few barn dances but I never joined in, too awkward. What is Babylon?"

"It's the hottest gay dance club in the Pitts. Half naked guys grinding to techno house music. If you think you're up for it I'll take you, but I think maybe we should save it for another night. I don't want to push you too fast."

"But Brian," Michael wailed.

"You and Emmett can go on to Babylon. I'm going to take the kiddies home."

Brian drove mostly in silence on the way back to Deb's. He pulled up in front of Deb's house leaving the motor running.

"Thank you for the outing, Brian. I really enjoyed playing pool with you."

Brian grinned, "Yeah, we even managed to beat Mikey and Em although there was never any question of that." Brian leaned in very close to Justin. He was a hair's breadth away from kissing Justin's petal colored lips. Justin didn't know what to do. He could feel Brian's breath against his face. He had never kissed anyone before especially not a man. His eyes fluttered shut and waited. Justin's eyes flew open when he heard the Jeep door click open. Brian had only reached over to open his door for him.

"Later, Sunshine."

Stunned, Justin got out of the Jeep along with Daphne. He was now confused more than ever. He thought for sure Brian was going to kiss him. He was a bit disappointed that he hadn't. Yet he wasn't sure if he should act on his feelings to be intimate with Brian. He wasn't even sure how two men were intimate with each other. As his parents used to say, "It's ok to want, but to act on want is wrong."

Brian waited till the two teens were safely inside before he pulled away from the curb with a screech of his tires. He'd head back to the loft and order a trick. He needed to fuck something now. He didn't want to take the time to prowl Babylon. Brian cupped his groin and gave it a comforting squeeze. He groaned and pressed down harder on the accelerator.

Deb was working the late shift and Vic was already in bed when they arrived. Daphne hit Justin's shoulder. "I can't believe you! How come you didn't kiss him?"

"Me?" Justin looked shocked. "I thought he was going to kiss me."

Daphne flopped down on the couch. "Didn't you want him to?"

Justin looked down at his sneakers. "Yes."

"You need to be more aggressive, you want to kiss him you just do it. I saw the way you two are with each other. If I had a dick it would be hard."

Justin squirmed on the couch. "Well mine is," then he blushed at the admission. "Do you think Brian wanted to kiss me?"

"I think Brian wanted to fuck you against that table."

Justin's eyes practically fell out of his head. "How is that even possible?"

"Trust me, it is."

Justin knew what was required of a man in the bedroom but that was with a woman. It boggled the mind at what two men did together. Daphne squirmed on the couch and anxiously brushed her hands down her thighs. After Brian and Justin's little show she couldn't wait to get back to her apartment. She could last on the fumes of this fantasy for a while.

"Well it's been fun, Jus, but I gotta get home and take care of something."

"Wait, I wanted to ask you a few questions."

Daphne sighed but resolved to be patient with Justin. "Ok, shoot."

"Brian is gay, right?"

"Well duh."

"How is it then that he has a child with Lindsay?"

"I'll admit it is a bit complicated. See Brian and Lindsay are long time friends. She wanted to have a baby and well you need a man to do that. Brian didn't fuck Lindsay though. He gave her his sperm. The whole medical technology of it is still confusing to me. Suffice it to say she had a child without doing the deed."

Justin was astounded with those facts. He didn't believe it was possible yet Daphne wouldn't lie to him. Finding it too confusing he pushed that away and went on to the other thing that was bothering him. "Explain this," Justin said as he took out the photo of Brian.

"It's a photograph, Justin."

"I know what it is. Why is he older now? Does taking one's picture age them somehow? If so, why would anyone want to do such a thing?"

"That's an old picture of Brian. It must have been taken at least ten years ago. Having your photo taken doesn't age you." Daphne dug out her wallet and found her driver's license. "Here, I had this taken three years ago. It's my driver's license. They took my picture and nothing bad happened. Since it was only three years ago I look relatively the same."

"How old is Brian?"

"Twenty nine, it's a bit of an age gap but he is soooo into you."

After Daphne left Justin went up to his room. As he undressed his thoughts were of Brian. He got into bed and for the first time didn't feel shameful for what he was about to do. Justin let his hand trail down his chest, over his stomach to rest lightly on his hardened member. His piss slit was gaping and he was leaking furiously. He licked his lips and began to masturbate himself. Justin let his legs fall open wider. He thought of how it felt to have Brian pressed up against him. How he could feel his manhood grinding against his bottom. He whimpered as he picked up the pace. Justin pictured what it would feel like to be kissed by Brian. He let his other hand fondle his balls. His head thrashed against his pillow in pleasure. Sinful thoughts filled his mind. He pictured it was Brian's hand touching him so intimately. He bucked his hips and fisted his cock.

He could feel the tightness in his groin and the telltale tingle in his spine. He knew he was close to spraying his seed. The moment before his release he pictured Brian's mouth on his manhood. He stifled a shout. His cum drenched his stomach, chest, neck and face. Later he would discover some had even hit the wall behind him. Justin laid there trying to recover his breathing. He was still trembling from the force of his orgasm. Justin halfheartedly cleaned himself up then slid between the sheets and fell into a deep sleep. Across town Brian was finding his own sweet release.