Joy

 

 

Brian rocked his hips against Justin’s ass, gaining full entrance to the tight opening. He leaned forward, resting his weight on his arms, and locking the teen into position. Justin closed his eyes and opened his mouth, allowing short gasps of air to escaped his throat. Brian pumped his hips in long smooth strokes. “Let me hear you baby.” he whispered.

 

Justin wiggled his butt, and playfully snaked his tongue, enticing his lover to lean in for a kiss. He ran his hands up Brian’s arms, across his shoulders to the sensitive spot at the nape of his neck. The older man shivered at the touch, emitted a soft moan, then leaned in for another kiss. He could feel Justin stirring beneath him, encouraging him to move faster, come deeper. Brian obliged with a fervent thrust. Justin arched his back and moaned. “Ohhhhh Brian.”

 

He conducted his hips with the skill of a maestro, each movement summoning a different sound from the boy. A hard ram commanded a high pitch, a quick thrust would change the tempo of his breath, and a long smooth stroke could make Justin moan in bass, or run a harmonious strain. The sounds of fucking was like music to Brian’s ears, and fucking Justin was like a night at the symphony. “Let me hear you baby.” Brian whispered again.

 

 “Oh, ummmmmm, Brian ummmm. Ahhhh, ooooh...” The music poured from Justin’s sweet mouth, and Brian delighted with each note. 

 

He could feel Justin’s cock straining beneath him, rubbing against his belly, as it cried out for attention. Justin flexed his hips, placing a vice like grip on his lover’s cock. “Fuck me daddy.” the teen hissed.

 

“Oh god!” Brian lost it.

 

Brian fucked the teen with abandoned finesse, giving in to his most primal instincts. Faster, harder, deeper, this porcelain boy was taking him well. “Ohhh baby, ummmm.” Brian closed his eyes, and whimpered.

 

Justin rocked his hips to meet his lover’s thrusts. “Ohhh Brian.” his voice sang out. He reached between them, and began to feverishly stroke himself.

 

 “Come for daddy.” Brian panted.

 

“Ahhhh, God yes!” Justin cried out as his creamy load leaped between their sweat soaked bodies.

 

“Ummmmm.” Brian groaned, and covered the teen’s mouth for one final kiss, muffling the sound of his own orgasm.

 

Brian yawned lazily, and closed his eyes, as he settled in for a well deserved sleep. A wide awake Justin snuggled up against his back. The teen reached around, and playfully stroked his lover’s cock. “Go to sleep Justin.” Brian mumbled, and moved the roving hand away.

 

“I can’t sleep, I’m horny.” Justin giggled.

 

Brian pulled the cover over his head. “You’re always horny.” he said.

 

“I can’t help it, I’m eighteen.”

 

“That’s your problem.”

 

“You could help.” Justin kissed the back of his lover’s neck.

 

“You’re trying to kill me.” Brian said.

 

“I won’t kill you, I promise.” Justin glided his stiffening cock between the soft mounds of Brian’s ass.

 

Brian pretended not to notice “Go to sleep Justin.” he said again.

 

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock....................“Brian.”

 

“What now?”

 

“Let’s talk.”

 

“Let’s sleep.”

 

“That night on Liberty Avenue, why did you come over to me?” Justin asked.

 

“I wanted to fuck, and you were there.”

 

Justin smacked Brian’s belly hard. “Stop fooling around Brian, I’m serious.”

 

Brian flipped over onto his back. “Ouch, that hurt Justin!”

 

“Why’d you pick me up?” Justin insisted.

 

“I though you looked hot, in a cute sort of way.” Brian rubbed his stinging belly.

 

“What’s hot, in a cute sort of way?”

 

“You didn’t have that street look yet. You looked innocent, kind of sweet, like you were lost.” Brian reversed the question. “Why did you go with me? I could have been an axe murderer, or some crazed, homosexual killer.”

 

“I don’t know.” Justin said. “Because you were hot I guess.”

 

“Slut, I thought you wanted me for my mind.”

 

“Is that how you always pick up guys, just walk up and say let’s go?”

 

“Pretty much.”

 

“Has anyone ever turned you down?”

 

“Nope.” Brian lied.

 

“Can I ask you something Brian?”

 

“Could I stop you?”

 

“How many guys have you been with?”

 

“Why? Hundreds, thousands, I don’t know. Why do you want to know?”

 

“Do you do the same thing with them that you do with me?”

 

“That’s a stupid question Justin, fucking is fucking.” Brian lied again.

 

“No it’s not. I don’t do the same thing with everyone that I do with you.”

 

“You mean all two of us, me and Sean?” Brian asked sarcastically. The trick Justin stole from him was still a sensitive spot.

 

“How can you remember Sean’s name, when you couldn’t remember mine?”

 

“Because I didn’t fuck him.” Brian yawned. “I’m sleepy Justin.”

 

“You’re the only one who’s ever topped me.” Justin said. “That makes you special to me. How am I special to you.”

 

“You’re the only one who’s still here, keeping me awake.”

 

“Do you love me Brian?

 

“Where the hell did that come from?” Brian asked, genuinely surprised.

 

“I need to know Brian.” Justin said. “I need to hear you say it. I need to know that I’m not just some kid who got bashed in the head, and that you feel responsible for.”

 

“We’re not going to get into this now. It’s late, and I’m sleepy.” Brian rolled over onto his side, leaving his back to the teen.

 

Justin wasn’t backing down. “No.” he said firmly. “I’m tired of being your fuck-buddy Brian, and I’m not going to wait around forever like Michael.”

 

Brian looked over his shoulder. “Now you’re overstepping your boundaries.” he said.

 

“What are my boundaries Brian?”

 

Brian sat up and looked at the teen. “Justin, you’re here because I want you to be here.” he said. “I don’t feel sorry for you. I don’t feel guilty, you’re not my fuck-buddy, and Michael’s none of your business. Now go to sleep.” 

 

“No, you didn’t answer my question Brian. I know you love Michael, but what about me. What am I to you?”  When Brian didn’t answer, Justin moved to the other side of the bed, and buried himself in the comforter.

 

Brian laid back down on his side of the bed. Love, how he hated that word, the shadiness of it. I love you was the biggest lie in town, hurled by scoundrels attempting to deceive, and manipulate, especially when the manipulation lead to sex. Love only meant something when fucking wasn’t involved, like the love between parent and child, the love that Justin had for sketching, and the love Brian felt for Mikey. Could love express how Brian feels when Justin smiles, when the teen is curled up against his side, or playfully kissing his belly?  Could I love you describe ice cream kisses, the feeling of Justin’s leg’s wrapped tightly around his waist, the sweet surrender of his body, or the soft cries of passion that always drove Brian wild? People always say I love you, but Justin meant so much more.

 

Brian turned over, and made his way to Justin’s side of the bed. The teen didn’t move as the older man enveloped him in his arms, and kissed the back of his head. Finally, Brian’s heart found the words that had eluded his brain. “Baby.” he whispered. “You’re my joy.”

 

Justin wiggled his hips against Brian’s butt. He kissed his lover’s back, then reached around, and playfully stroked the older man’s cock. “Justin, go to sleep.” Brian said.

 

“I can’t.” Justin giggled. “I’m eighteen.” 

 

“You’re trying to kill me.” Brian smiled.

 

The bedside clock glowed 3:26am, and a now wide awake Brian laid holding a snoring Justin in his arms. Satisfying the sexual appetite of an eighteen year old in love is no easy task, but once again Brian had arisen to the occasion. His, and Justin’s sexual marathons had become a weekend tradition. With Brian working all day, and Justin helping his mom settle into her new condo, the lovers were spending less weekday time together. Weekends had become “make-up-for-lost-time”. Brian would pick Justin up from work at the diner, then the lovers would go to the loft, and wear each other out before falling asleep all wet, and sticky in each other’s arms. That was something Brian hadn’t done since high school, with Kevin McLauren, his PE instructor.

 

Brian wiggled his hips against Kevin’s ass. He kissed his lover’s back, then reached around, and slowly stroked the older man’s cock. “Stop it Angel” Kevin smiled. “It’s getting late, we have to go.”

 

“We don’t have to go now.” Brian purred. “I’m still horny.”

 

“You’re always horny.”

 

“I can’t help it, I’m sixteen.” the boy moaned.

 

“Angel.”

 

“Hummmm?”

 

“We have to talk.”

 

Brian kissed the back of his lover’s neck. “Now?” he whispered.

 

Kevin turned over to face the teen. Brian snuggled closer and kissed his lover’s chest. Anything involving Kevin Mclauren had his full attention. Brian had been in love with the handsome PE instructor since day one. He followed him around like a faithful puppy, volunteering to care for the equipment, clean the athletic room, anything to be near his beloved. Although the young teacher had given plenty of signals, it was a fourteen year old Brian who made the first move. Inexperienced about exactly  what to do, Mr. McLauren became the delighted recipient of the first Brian Kinney blowjob. Kevin called him a natural, and quickly introduced the sexy boy to the erotic pleasures of anal penetration. Kevin was Brian’s first, and Brian was in love.

 

“Angel, we can’t see each other anymore.” Kevin said. “I took a job in Chicago, we’re moving at the end of the month.”

 

“Moving, what do you mean moving?” Brian asked.

 

“Christy and I are moving to Chicago. We’ve already bought our house.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I’ve been offered the coaching position that I applied for, and I’ve accepted it.”

 

“When did you apply for another position?”

 

“Over the summer.”

 

“When were you going to tell me?”

 

“I wanted to wait until I knew something definite.” Kevin said.

 

“What about us?” Brian asked.

 

“There is no more us Angel.”

 

Brian sat up in bed. He looked at Kevin, hoping to find some clue in his lover’s eyes that would give away this cruel joke, but Kevin was dead serious. “Wait.” Brian said, still not believing the sudden change of event. “You said that you loved me. You said we were going to be together, that you were waiting until I turned eighteen.”

 

“I have a wife Angel, you know that.”

 

“You said you didn’t love her. You said you wanted to be with me.”

 

“Christy’s pregnant Brian.”

 

The boy lowered his head and began to cry. Kevin reached for him, but Brian pulled away. “No! You lied to me.” he said.

 

“Angel, you didn’t really believe I would leave my wife, that I would break up my home for you, did you? You know I couldn’t do that.” Kevin was genuinely trying to be kind. “

 

“You said you loved me.” Brian cried.

 

Kevin moved closer to him. “Angel, people say a lot of things when sex is involved. Sometimes it’s meant to deceive. Sometimes it’s just the heat of the moment. People always say I love you. Most of the time it doesn’t really mean anything.”

 

“It means something to me.” Brian whimpered between tears. “I love you Kevin.”

 

The older man gently lifted the boys face, and looked into his eyes. “Angel, boys don’t fall in love with boys. Girls are for love, and marriage. Boys are for fun. I thought you understood that.”

 

“No, I didn’t understand that.” Brian said. “I didn’t understand that you didn’t give a shit about me, that all I was to you was fun.” The teen could feel his world crumbling.

 

“I never said that Angel.”

 

“Don’t call me that. I’m not your Angel.” Brian cried. “I’m just some kid that you like to fuck. I don’t understand, how I can be good enough to fuck, but not good enough to love. Is it the same the other way around? Does that mean that Christy’s good enough to love, but not good enough to fuck?”

 

“Stop it Brian.”

 

“Do you think about me when you’re fucking her Kevin? Can she take it like me, or does it get you off to butt fuck me, then go home to your cunt?”

 

“Shut up Brian.”

 

Brian began to laugh. “I’ll bet your kid turns out to look like me. Does Christy know that her husband likes to fuck teenage boys? What if I tell her Kevin, better yet, what if I give her lessons!”

 

“I told you to shut up!” The older man grabbed Brian by the hair, and pulled the teen onto the bed. Brian continued to laugh hysterically as Kevin straddled him, pinned his arms to the bed. “Shut up!” Kevin yelled again.

 

“Fuck you!” Brian yelled back.

 

The furious lover grabbed the teen by the throat with one hand, and slapped him hard with the other not once, but twice. “You little faggot! If you come near my wife, I’ll kill you. Do you understand me Brian?” Kevin growled as he tightened his grip on the Brian’s throat.

 

Brian could taste his own blood that was now trickling from the corner of his mouth. The teen continued to cry uncontrollably, as he struggled to free himself from the grip around his throat. The sight of Brian gasping for air brought the older man back to his senses. Kevin released his hold, and sat on the side of the bed, burying his face in his hands, and regretting what had just happened.

 

Brian recoiled, onto his side. “How can you do this, how can you do this? You lied to me, you said you loved me.” He wailed, as he struggled to catch his breath.

 

Kevin cradled him in his arms. “I’m sorry Angel, I never meant to hurt you. God knows I didn’t.”

 

“Please don’t leave me Kevin, I love you.” Brian whispered.

 

The older man held the devastated teen close to his chest, and gently stroked his hair. “You don’t want me Angel.” he said. “I’m too old for you, plus I’m married, and I’ve got a baby on the way. You’ll fall in love with someone else, a nice girl your own age. You’ll have your own family, and won’t even think about me.”

 

“No I won’t. I’ll never love anybody else.” Brian cried. “I’ll never love anybody else.”

 

The two spent their final night together laying in bed with Brian clinging to Kevin’s side, and Kevin holding the boy in his arms, much like Brian was holding Justin now........Justin nuzzled his face against Brian’s neck. As the older man pulled him closer, a tear that escaped his eye landed on the teen’s cheek. Justin stretched his body like a napping cat, and in his slumber, placed a kiss on his lover’s throat. “I love you Brian.” he whispered between sleeping breaths.

 

Brian kissed his joy, and smiled.

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