Sugardaddy

 

“Sugardaddy”, the word kept ringing in Brian’s ears. He tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter what the two cunts in the restaurant had said, but it did. The term kept coming up, Lindsey had playfully called him that when they went shopping for his new jeep. Emmett, Ted, and Michael had taken to teasing him with the term as well. A freshly showered Brian stood in front of his bathroom mirror. He swiped the steam away from the glass for a clearer view. Brian slowly moved his hand across his chest, down his torso, to the smooth ripples of his abdomen. He removed his towel and turned around. The view from behind was equally as grand. Brian returned to the mirror and leaned in for a closer look. Maybe he was wrong about the anti-aging cream. But for a few laugh lines, and a tiny nest of crows feet in the outer corner of each eye, his skin was flawless. Brian ran his fingers through his still damp hair, dreading the thought of one day waking up to his father’s hairline. Not today, everything’s still in place. “Perfect.” Brian smiled to himself. Just then, right in the middle of his gloating, out of nowhere a patch of gray hair surfaced.

 

Brian’s panic was interrupted by Justin, who had been conducting his own inspection from the bathroom doorway. The older man hurriedly covered his discovery. Justin walked over, and wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist. “God you’re beautiful.” The teen said, and placed a kiss in the middle of his lover’s back.   

 

“Do you feel up to going to “Babylon” tonight?” Brian asked.

 

“I’m up for anything.” Justin said, pressing his hips against Brian’s butt.

 

Brian smiled. “Why do I even bother to ask?” he said.

 

Brian watched the teen’s reflection in the mirror as Justin made his way back to the bedroom.  He knew that Justin was barely legal, but at that moment, barefoot, his hair in disarray, and sporting Brian’s oversized robe, Justin could easily pass for fifteen, maybe even fourteen. Craig Taylor’s words came flashing back, “pedophile”, “child molester”, “monster”.

 

“Justin.” Brian called.

 

The teen stopped, and turned around. “Hum?”

 

 “Nothing.” Brian said.

 

After a two month hiatus, Brian and Justin finally ventured out of the loft for a night of drinks and frolicking at Babylon. The Sunday night crowd was a hot one, with everyone attempting to get in one last night of partying before the Monday morning workday blues. The lovers made their way through the revelers to find Emmett, Ted, and Michael standing at their usual end of the bar. Ted was the first to spot the couple. “Look who decided to come out.” he hailed over the music.

 

“Hey you two!” A tipsy Emmett exclaimed. He wrapped his arms around Justin and kissed the teen on his forehead. “You look good enough to eat baby.” he said.

 

“What made you two decide to come out?” Michael asked.

 

“The kid was getting stir-crazy.” Brian said.

 

“He’s fucking your brains out, huh?” Ted concluded.

 

“Something like that.” Brian smiled, and signaled for the bartender.

 

Suddenly the music lowered, and cheers went up from the dance floor as an announcement was made over the PA system. “Boys and boys, “Babylon” is pleased to welcome back its king, Justin!” A probe light panned over the crowd, landing on a surprised Justin. He momentarily shaded his eyes, then lifted both arms and waved to his subjects. The beaming teen was immediately pulled onto the dance floor. Brian leaned against the bar smiling, and watching his baby reclaim his kingdom.

 

“He looks good.” Michael said.

 

“Yeah he does.” Brian agreed.

 

“Do you want to dance?”

 

Brian took a swallow of his beer. “Not right now.” he said. His eyes caught the signal of an interested hottie at the other end of the bar. Ted’s eyes widened with amazement when Brian discretely shook his head no, and returned his focus to Justin.

 

“Looks like your boy-toy is keeping his sugardaddy on a short leash.” Ted smirked.

 

Brian flashed him a menacing look. “Where’s Blake?” he asked sarcastically.

 

“Stop it you two, this is a night for celebration. Our king has made his return. ” Emmett grinned.

 

“And look at him go.” Michael noted.

 

Justin moved across the steamy floor, stopping briefly to dance with as many of the pulsating bodies as he could. Emmett, Ted, and Michael went to join him. Brian remained at the bar, and pouted.

 

“Brian, how are you?” A familiar voice hailed over the music.

 

“Tony.” Brian smiled, and extended his hand. “I’m glad to see you survived.” he teased.

 

Anthony Massey returned the handshake. “Barely. Where is that little tomcat of yours?” he inquired. Brian took another swallow, and pointed to a gyrating Justin. Tony shook his head and smiled. “God, he is a hot one.”

 

“Yes, he is.” Brian agreed.

 

For a while the two men watched as Justin burned up the dance floor. “I can’t take this music anymore. Let’s go upstairs to my office.” Tony finally said.

 

Brian followed the older man to the quiet of the second floor. “We can keep an eye on everything from here.” Tony said. He clicked on three large monitors mounted on one side of the walls. “Parking lot, dance floor, back room.” Tony pointed to each screen.

 

Brian took a seat on the black leather sofa in front of the panel, as Tony used his remote to scan the back room. He focused in on a hot couple near the entrance steps. “Are you sure you don’t have a voyeur fetish Tony?” Brian joked.

 

Tony laughed, and scanned the dance floor, this time focusing in on Justin, who was now dancing with Emmett. “You have to tell me your secret.” he said. “How the hell did you manage to tame that one?”

 

“I didn’t tame him.” Brian said. “I trained him, taught him how to use his God given gifts.”

 

“You’re kidding, you mean...”

 

“Yep, that’s my little virgin. He just followed me home one night, and decided to stay.” Brian continued to watch Justin on the monitor, as Tony poured him another drink.

 

“Christ, I knew he was young, but I didn’t know he was that young. How old was......?”

 

“Seventeen.” Brian interrupted. The question had become redundant.

 

“How old...?”

 

“Eighteen.” Brian took a sip of his drink.

 

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch Kinney. A lot of men would kill to play “daddy” to a boy like that.” Tony took a seat on the sofa next to Brian.

 

“I’m not his sugardaddy.” Brian snapped.

 

Tony looked surprised. “You talk like that’s a bad thing.” he said.

 

“I’m nobody’s sugardaddy.” Brian insisted.

 

Tony leaned back, and crossed his legs. “You and I aren’t that different Brian. In fact, you remind me of myself.” he said. “We’re use to having who we want, whenever we want him, and however we want him. That’s the problem with being a pretty boy, we have access to so many gorgeous guys that we forget that tricking isn’t suppose to be the norm. However the more you do it, the more normal it becomes, and before you know it, you’re not feeling anything, you’re just doing everything. That shit grows old after a while, and so will you.”

 

“Speak for yourself.” Brian said. “I’m never growing old, and I’m never going to be anyone’s sugardaddy.”

 

“Brian, when I met your Justin, I could see in him all of the things that I had dismissed as unimportant. Things like joy, laughter, innocence, I had forgotten how good they felt. I would have gladly given anything, paid any price to keep those feelings with me.” Tony took a swallow of his drink. “A man puts his money where his heart is.” he said. “If that makes me a sugardaddy, then that’s what I’ll be.”

 

“He’s so young Tony.” Brian sighed.

 

“Yes he is, and you’re his first love.” Tony smiled. “No love will ever be quite as sweet, or as fragile as the love your little tomcat has for you. Consider it an honor, and be careful with his heart.” Tony lifted his drink. “Here’s to sugardaddies.” he said.

 

“To sugardaddies. Brian smiled.

 

The two men lost track of time watching the monitors, and chatting like old friends. Brian finally stood to leave. “Good luck Tony. You’ve got my number. Call me when you’re in town.” he said.

 

“I will.” Tony said shaking Brian’s hand. “Remember what I told you. Take care of that little tomcat of yours.”

 

Brian was on his way out of the door when he stopped, and turned around. “Tony.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I have to ask you. What did Justin do to you that night in Chicago?”

 

Tony smiled slyly. “Goodnight Brian.” he said.

 

Spent from their first session of lovemaking, an abated Brian laid outstretched on the bed, with an ever attentive Justin laying on top of him. The boy kissed his lover’s face, and weaved his fingers through his hair. “What’s this?” Justin asked. Brian’s secret had been discovered.

 

“Just what it looks like.” Brian said, with his eyes still closed. “It’s gray hair, I’m getting old. I’m turning into a sugardaddy.”

 

“Who’s sugardaddy?” Justin smiled. Brian opened his eyes and looked at the boy. “I never called you that.” Justin said.

 

“You don’t have to, everybody else does.”

 

“Since when do you listen to everybody else?”

 

“When everybody else is right.” Brian somberly looked into Justin’s eyes, and slowly ran his fingers through his golden hair. “I’m thirty years old baby. I’ve been with half the guys in Pittsburgh, and I carry enough emotional baggage to fill Sigmund Freud’s library. You shouldn’t be with an old graying queen like me. You should be with a hot young twink like yourself.” Brian said.

 

Justin straddle his lover and leaned in for a kiss. “I don’t need a hot young twink. I’ve got a handsome daddy.” he purred.

 

The teen lightly traced his lover’s face with his finger tips and kissed the patch of gray near Brian’s temple. Justin covered his lover’s mouth with a kiss, sliding his tongue deep inside, and forcing a soft moan from the older man’s throat. “Ummmmmm.” Justin descended his lover’s body with a trail of wet kisses, eager to reach Brian’s stiffening cock. The man arched his back, and emitted a long sigh as Justin took the prized piece into his mouth, and began to work his magic

 

He swallowed Brian whole with one quick lunge, then slowly ascended  the hardening shaft. Brian closed his eyes. “Ooooh baby.” He moaned. Justin went down once more, then up again, this time stopping to sample the sweet honey oozing from Brian’s overflowing tip. The teen flicked his tongue over the throbbing head, before probing the sensitive slit. Brian watched as the familiar head began to bob up and down the length of his cock. “That’s it baby. Suck me harder. Oooh yeah.” Brian groaned. Then suddenly Justin stopped.

 

“I want you to fuck my mouth.” The teen said.

 

“What?” Brian panted.

 

“I’ll show you.” Justin smiled.

 

The teen placed himself in a sixty-nine position, with Brian towering over his face on his knees. He reached up, tilted his head back, and lowered the older man’s cock deep into his mouth. Brian stretched his body over the length of Justin’s torso, and  rested his weight on his elbows. He began to slowly pump the boy’s sweet mouth, as Justin synchronizing his breathing to his lover’s tempo.

 

Brian watched as Justin leisurely began to stroke himself with one hand. The older man bit his lip, fighting his urge to thrust, and desperately trying not to choke his boy. Justin’s other hand found Brian’s ass. He discretely inserted two fingers inside. “Ahhh Justin.” Brian gasped. Maintaining self control became even more difficult. 

 

Brian’s low moans turned into high pitched whimpers, as he fought back the urge to pump his hips harder. Justin closed his eyes, and maintained his position. He relaxed his throat, and took his lover deeper until Brian quickly withdrew, and spilled his load.

 

Brian laid outstretched on the bed, with an ever attentive Justin laying on top of him. “Justin.”

 

“Hum?”

 

“Promise me something baby.”

 

“Anything daddy.”

 

“I’ll be your sugardaddy if you promise me that you’ll always be eighteen, and when I’m old, and gray, and putting my teeth in a jar that you’ll be right here, laying on top of me like this.”

 

Justin kissed his lover’s chest. “I promise.” he whispered.

 

“Justin.”

 

“Hum?”

 

“Who taught you how to do that?”

 

Justin smiled slyly. “Goodnight Brian.” he said.

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