Party At Daphne's
Part 1
Justin took one last turn in the full length mirror. “How do I look?” he asked , as he gave a final adjustment to his shirt collar.
Brian had been admiring the view from behind. He walked over and folded his arms across the teen’s chest. “You look good enough to eat baby. What time do you have to be there?”
“I’m suppose to be there now.” Justin said, leaning back into Brian’s arms.
Brian reached for the zipper on Justin’s pants, and began to slide it downward. “I can’t send you off to all those horny frat boys without reminding you of what you have at home.” he said. Brian slipped his hand inside, and began to stroke Justin’s awakening member.
“Ummmm. Are you jealous?” Justin smiled.
“Yes.”
Brian turned the teen around, and leaned him against the mirror. He freed Justin’s cock, and positioned himself on his knees in front of him. Justin braced himself against the glass behind him, and watched as Brian swallowed him deep. “Oooooh.” he gasped as Brian locked his lips around his lengthening meat, and began to suck. Brian worked his baby’s rod with long, smooth strokes, skillfully teasing the sensitive spot just underneath the swollen head. Justin’s body shivered as Brian quickened his pace, gliding his mouth along the throbbing piece, in and out, harder, faster, faster, harder, until the teen had no choice but to release his hot load. Brian then stood up as if nothing had happened, and began to fix Justin’s clothing. “Now you behave yourself, and have a good time at the party.” he said in his most fatherly tone.
Justin was still reeling from the unexpected quickie. “What are you going to do?” he panted.
“I’m going to find the guys, and hang out at “Babylon”.”
“Maybe I should be telling you to behave yourself.” Justin sneered. Brian smiled, and stuffed a row of condoms in Justin’s front pant pocket. “What do I need those for? It’s a breeder party.”
“Always be prepared.” Brian said.
“Yes daddy.”
The street was lined with cars, and the music could be heard coming from Daphne’s off campus apartment. “What time do you want me to pick you up?” Brian asked.
Justin reached over, and stroked Brian’s thigh. “You could avoid all this lengthy travel time if we went back home, and went to bed.” he suggested.
“Your mommy wants you to play with children your own age.” Brian said mockingly.
Justin moved his hand farther up, and found Brian’s crouch. “But I want to play with you.” he playfully whined.
“I’m sure you do.” Brian moved the roving hand aside. “Now go on, daddy will be back to pick you up at one o’clock.” He gave Justin a quick kiss, and watched as his boy joined a group of others entering the building.
Justin followed the group to the second floor, where the pulsating beat of hip-hop shook the crowded flat. He was sifting through a sea of dancers when he heard a familiar voice call his name. “Hey Justin!” It was Beverly, one of Daphne’s roommates.
“Hey yourself!” he hailed over the music.
“I’m glad you decided to come!”
“Where’s Daph?”
“She’s somewhere, I just saw her. Come on, let’s dance.” Beverly lead Justin into the middle of the crowd, where they picked up the beat. The dark beauty beamed her approval. “Not bad for a white boy!”
Justin smiled, and continued to dance.
It was Brian’s official first night out since his released from the hospital, not counting a few stops at Woody’s after work. Justin had become fiercely protective of him. Insisting that Brian should take it easy, the teen had him in bed by ten every night. Surprisingly Brian was more than willing to comply. As quiet as it was kept, Mr. Kinney was secretly enjoying Justin’s fussing over him. However tonight would be different. Tonight the hottest stud in Pittsburgh was back.
The familiar surroundings of Babylon filled his senses. The lights, the gyrating asses, and the musky scent of sweaty bodies told Brian that he was home. He bought himself a club soda, and searched the crowd for his friends. They were in their usual spot, near the spiral staircase. Michael was the first to see him. “Hey guys, look who’s out.” Michael announced. “How’d you get away from your boy wonder?”
“He went to a party at Daphne’s.”
“You mean the kind with drinking, drugs, and hot, horny, YOUNG men?” Ted asked.
“I’d guess, unless things have changed since I was in college. I’m not sure how you partied in the stone age.” Brian said. He took a sip of his drink, and scanned the crowd.
“Aren’t you afraid he’s going to meet some young stud, and forget to come home?” Ted asked.
“Maybe he’ll bring one home to share. Do you think you can still handle two Brian?” Emmett teased.
“That’s a good question. Let’s see.” Brian handed Emmett his drink “Hold this.” He sauntered over to a couple near the middle of the bar, placed his arms around their shoulders, and whispered to one of them. They immediately followed him to the backroom.
Justin eventually found Daphne, and her other roommates Chloe, and Marilyn. Daphne’s cousins Leon, and Ty (short for Tyrone), had come across town for the bash. The music became even louder, and the revilers partied harder when Leon set out a few rows of coke, and Justin spiced up the punch with “E”. Clothing began to loosen, and come off to accommodate the steamy room. As the clothing came off, couples began to disappear for short periods of time. A very high, bare chest Justin was sandwiched between Chloe, and Marilyn on the dance floor.
Daphne, and Beverly watched from the sidelines. “Are you sure he’s gay?” Beverly asked.
“Yep, we’ve been friends since we were babies.” Daphne said.
“Fucking waste, why is it that all of the really hot guys are gay?” Beverly took another sip of punch.
“I’ve wondered that myself.” Daphne giggled.
Beverly’s eyes slowly spanned the length of Justin’s body. “Maybe he’s just confused, and needs someone to show him the way.”
“Don’t even think about it Bev.”
“Think about what?” Beverly asked innocently.
“He’s my best friend, leave him alone please.”
Daphne’s pleas were falling on deaf ears, as Beverly began to reason out loud. “You said he fucked you, and you said he was good. He can’t be that gay.”
“You’ve got enough boyfriends. Where’s Marcus?”
“Marcus is history. I’ve got my eyes on the future.” Beverly smiled, looking at Justin.
Brian leaned against the backroom wall, and watched as the two strangers shared the pleasure of sucking his dick. On Brian’s instruction, the first man took a seat on a nearby lounger, while the second stranger bended over to blow him. Brian unrolled a condom onto his cock, and positioned himself behind the second stranger. An unfamiliar voice cried out as Brian easily entered the well fucked hole, an act he had performed more times than he cared to remember.
Visions of Justin came to mind. The taste of Brian’s fabulous boy was still on his lips. The forbidden, salty liquid that carried the promise of danger was now something they’d shared orally. However, recent events were pushing Brian to take their lovemaking to yet another level. Throughout Brian’s sexual life condoms had been a constant. His first partner, his married gym teacher always used them, and taught his young lover the importance of safe sex. Barebacking was the one pleasure that Brian had not indulged himself, and he was completely unprepared when it accidentally happened with Justin.
Brian couldn’t forget the incredible feel of Justin raw. The way his tight little ass withered as Brian launched his load inside of him, the warm, creamy cum that coated his throbbing cock, and drove his baby wild with passion was regretfully embedded in his thoughts. For all of his lectures to Ted, Emmett, and Mikey about the importance of safe sex, for all of his boasting about always being careful, Brian had somehow in the heat of the moment slipped. Now shamefully, he longed for that feeling again. It had taken every bit of willpower that Brian had to refuse his baby’s request to do him raw. Brian closed his eyes, and recalled the sweet taboo yet again.
The room was spinning. It was becoming difficult to see straight. Justin, realizing that he was too high, left the crowded dance floor in search of fresh air. Beverly caught his hand, and lead him to her room. He momentarily sat down on the edge of the bed, before falling backward. “I’m so fucking high.” he groaned.
“Where’d you get that shit?” Beverly giggled as she sat down next to him.
“My roommate, he’s going to kill me when he finds out I took it.” Justin placed one arm across his eyes to block out the overhead light.
“Why didn’t he come with you?”
“He’s too old.”
“How old is he?”
“Thirty.”
“That is old. Is the old guy your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, he’s my sugardaddy.” Justin smiled.
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Beverly said. Justin felt the bed move as she shifted her position, and moved closer to him. “Have you ever done it with a girl Justin?”
Justin peeked at her from underneath his forearm. “Yeah.” he said cautiously.
“Did you like it.”
“It was ok.” Justin lied politely. “Bev, we’d better get back to the party.”
Beverly removed his arm from across his eyes, leaned over, and kissed him. “It was just ok?” she whispered. “Maybe she wasn’t doing it right.”
Much to Justin’s relief, the bedroom door opened. He was saved, It was Chloe and Marilyn. “We thought we’d find you here.” Marilyn said.
“Is this a private party, or can we join in?” Chloe asked.
“Come on in, I could probably use your help. Justin thinks he’s gay. Maybe we can straighten him out.” Beverly straddled her stunned prey, and slowly grinded her ample ass along Justin’s crouch. She could feel his cock beginning to lengthen underneath her. “Ummmm, feels like something’s already beginning to straightening out.” she grinned.
Chloe began to remove her clothing, as Marilyn locked the door. “Wait.” Justin said. “I can’t...”
“You just relax. We’ll do all the work.” Marilyn smiled. The three roommates looked at each other, and giggled.
Brian checked his watch. It was almost twelve thirty. “I have to go.” he told Michael.
“You just got here.”
“I told Justin I’d pick him up at one o’clock.”
“You can’t stand to be away from him for a few hours? God you’re so whipped.” Michael snorted. “What’s next, you’re going to let him make you his bottom-boy?”
“What fucking business is it of yours what Justin, and I do?”
“It became my fucking business when I had to chase all over Pittsburgh looking for your boy-toy, while you laid almost dead in the hospital. Did he ever tell you where he was Brian?”
“Fuck you Michael.” Brian said sharply. He placed his unfinished glass onto the bar, and exited the club.
Emmett, and Ted returned from the dance floor. “Brian’s leaving already?” Emmett asked.
“Justin has him on a curfew.” Michael said dryly.
Ted grinned. “It must be nice to be head over heels in love.”
“You mean heels over head.” Michael said sarcastically.
Emmett and Ted looked at each other, then at Michael. “You know something.” Ted concluded.
“Spill it.” Emmett demanded.
The three friends ordered another round of drinks. Emmett, and Ted listened as Michael revealed what he had discovered at the loft.
The clothing was coming off faster than Justin could think. This was a situation that Brian had not prepared him for. Maybe if he concentrated hard enough he could pull it off without coming across like some kind of scared little sissy. After all Brian had been with Lindsey, and he had been with Daphne. Chloe took a seat above him, and placed his head in her naked lap. Justin caught a glimpse of her blonde bush, and a rush of the sweet, musky scent of her body. Hell no, he wasn’t going to make it. “Relax handsome, you ’re going to enjoy this.” she promised.
Beverly straddled his chest, and gently held his wrists to the bed. She leaned over for another kiss, this time tracing her tongue along the side of his face, his ears, his neck. Justin could feel her full, warm breast pressing against him. They were the softest things he had ever felt. He closed his eyes, and tried to relax as Beverly’s smooth skin slowly glided across his nipples. A long sigh escaped his throat, as Marilyn took his cock into her mouth. Justin was quite familiar with that sensation, yet somehow it felt different too. Marilyn’s tongue was lighter, more teasing than deliberate, and her hands felt softer as she gently massaged his balls. “Oh.” Justin gasped as Marilyn’s tongue found his spot, just underneath the mushrooming head. He began to instinctively pump his hips as Marilyn moved her mouth along the length of his ever expanding cock. This was definitely nothing like Daphne. “Ummmmm.” Justin moaned. Maybe he could pull this off.
Brian exceeded the speed limit as he dashed down the street, heading for Daphne’s. Fucking Michael, who the fuck does he think he is, and where does he get the notion that he can meddle in his relationship with Justin? Relationship, Brian still hated that word, even though he had agreed to one with Justin. At least it was an open one where they were both free to fuck whomever they wanted. No kissing on the mouth, no names exchanged, home by three, and no repeat encounters, those were certainly rules that Brian could live with. However Brian was surprised that Justin had agreed to them, but then again, what was the teen’s alternative? Justin knew how Brian was, what he didn’t know was that Brian was crazy for his porcelain boy. His boy, relationship, the words were closing in on him. “Justin is mine. We’re in a relationship.” Brian said out loud. He wanted to test the sound of it, and much to Brian’s surprise, it didn’t sound bad at all. “Justin is mine. We’re in a relationship.” Brian said it again.
He waited in the jeep for a few minutes, watching the traffic move in, and out of Daphne’s building before going in to look for Justin. The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies, some topless, moving to a deafening hip-hop beat. Brian moved through the carnival of revilers, most of whom were African-American. Justin shouldn’t be hard to find.
Daphne was trying to keep the party under control. The downstairs neighbors had already been up once, and threatened to return with the police if they had to come back. She was scanning the crowd in search of her roommates when she spotted Brian. He caught her wave, and maneuvered his way over to her. “You throw a hell of a party!” he yelled over the music.
“Brian, how long have you been here?”
“Not long. Where’s Justin?”
“He was on the dance floor the last time I saw him.” Daphne turned to her cousin Leon, who was talking to a curvy female he had just met. “Have you seen Justin?”
“Bev’s got him.” he said, without taking his eyes off the object of his attention. “Your roommates are running a train on the lucky little fuck.”
Brian placed his hand on Leon’s shoulder. “Excuse me, who and where is Bev?”
Leon turned to face Brian. “Who the fuck are you?”
Daphne quickly intervened. “Leon, this is Justin’s boyfriend Brian.”
Leon’s jaw dropped. “Boyfriend? I’m sorry man, I didn’t know the little dude was yours.”
“Yeah, the little dude is mine. Where is he?”
Things had gotten way out of hand in Beverly’s room. Justin had somehow gallantly managed to accommodate the trio of vixens, but Chloe had something extra in mind. Fucking was one thing, but Justin drew the line when it came to eating pussy. He had kissed her, fondled her, fucked her, even put his fingers down there, but there was no way he was going to stick his tongue in there. He tried to bow out gracefully. “I can’t go any more, you girls have worn me out.” Justin panted.
“Come on handsome, don’t punk out on me now.” Chloe purred.
Beverly reached for his cock again. “Maybe he needs a little more coaxing.”
“No, I don’t need anymore coaxing.” Justin said as he tried to untangle himself from the web of legs wrapped around him. “I’m beat.”
“Are you sure?” Marilyn asked as her hand eased its way up Justin’s thigh.
“Oh, I’m sure.” he said. Justin rolled out from under the roving hand, onto the floor. He just wanted his clothes so he could get the hell out of there. He had assumed that things would have gone down like a backroom trick, everybody gets off, then everybody goes their own way. Boy had he been wrong. The three women were insatiable, they wouldn’t let him go. When one was finished, another was ready. They took turns fucking him to the brink of orgasm, then stopping just long enough to keep his dick hard. The vicious circle had continued until Justin was physically unable to cum.
Justin was searching for his pants among the pile of clothing on the floor when he heard a loud bang on the door. “Beverly! Beverly, open this door!”
“Shit, it’s Marcus.” Chloe whispered.
“Who’s Marcus?” Justin dared ask.
“Beverly’s boyfriend.” Marilyn said.
“Oh shit.”
The banging, and the yelling became louder. “Beverly!”
“Get off my fucking door Marcus.” Beverly yelled back. “I told you, I don’t want to see your Neanderthal ass anymore.”
“I’ll break this mother fucker down.” Marcus roared. “Who’s in there with you?”
Justin could hear Daphne’s voice in the background. “Marcus, don’t come here with that shit!” She called for backup. “Leon, Tyrone!”
The music had stopped, and the hall leading to Beverly’s room was now lined with curious onlookers. Brian carefully maneuvered his way through the crowd, to the bedroom door. He looked up at the huge, irate, motherfucker towering over him. God, please don’t let Justin be behind this door. Marcus glared at him with fire in his eyes as Brian tapped lightly. “Justin, open the door.”
Everyone watched in silence as the door slowly opened to reveal a slight, blonde, shirtless figure, who appeared to be all of fourteen. Brian’s heart sank when he saw the three partially clad women, still scrambling for their clothing. “Where’s your shirt Justin?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” Justin whimpered. And with that, all hell broke loose.