Sweet
The loft door was barely opened when Justin flung his arms around Brian’s neck. “Mmmmm.” Justin kissed him.
“You’re like a puppy. I can’t get through the door, before you’re wagging your tail.” Brian smiled. He sat his briefcase down, and closed the door behind him.
Justin rocked his hips against Brian’s crouch. “You love it when I wag my tail.” he purred.
Brian grabbed two handfuls of ass. “Ummmmm, you know I do.” he growled. He pulled his baby closer.
“How was your day partner?” Justin whispered.
“Exhausting.” Brian said as he lead Justin over to the kitchen. He quickly dropped the teen’s pants to the floor, and hoisted Justin’s naked ass onto the counter.
“Ooooh, it’s cold.” Justin giggled. Brian didn’t respond. He gave his baby a long kiss before pulling his prize ass to the edge of the counter, and locking Justin’s ankles around his neck. “I’m going to fall off.” Justin laughed.
“You won’t fall.” Brian uttered, as he dropped his own pants around his ankles, and reached for the virgin olive oil on the counter next to Justin’s arm.
“Ahhhhh.” Justin gasped, as Brian trickled the cool, viscous liquid along his well exposed opening.
“Daddy’s hot little boy.” Brian whispered, as he slowly slid a finger inside.
“Ummmm.” Justin moaned.
Brian could feel the teen’s muscle relaxing around his finger. “One more, oooooh yeah.” Brian cooed, as he inserted a second digit deep inside. The older man began to rhythmically finger fuck the teen’s willing ass, gliding his fingers in, and out, while rotating them from side to side. Justin rocked his hips against the probing appendages, teasing his lover to come deeper. Brian removed his hand, slipped on a condom, and quickly replaced his fingers with his cock.
Justin arched his back. “Oooooh Brian.” he moaned, as his lover entered him with one long, smooth thrust. The teen propped himself up on his elbows to watch his lover’s cock as it glided in, and out of his well oiled ass. The olive oil began to heat up as Brian’s strokes started to gain momentum. Justin closed his eyes, and opened his mouth. His head rolled back. “Oh god.” he groaned.
“Do you like it baby? Tell daddy that you like it.” Brian grunted, as he quickened his pace.
Justin rocked his hips back and forth, around and around. “Ummmm, I love it daddy.” Justin moaned. “Fuck me harder. Come on, fuck your baby harder.”
Brian obliged. He glided his cock all the way back to Justin’s slippery opening, then dove back in with a vengeance. Justin begged for more as Brian ’s thrusts increased to a feverish pace, and his body began to shiver. “Oh god, baby I’m gonna cum.” He cried out, as the first wave of orgasm overtook him. Brian’s cock leaped inside of Justin’s ass, filling the condom reservoir with milky cum. He then slowed his hips to a leisurely stroke, allowing his still pulsating cock to savor the feel of his beautiful boy.
An exhausted Brian reluctantly withdrew his drained dick, leaned over, and covered Justin’s mouth with a kiss. Brian kissed his baby’s lips, his throat, his neck, and slowly worked his way down to Justin’s throbbing cock. Brian blew him fast, and hard, as Justin grasped his lover’s hair, and withered underneath the talented tongue. “Ummmm.” Justin whimpered, as he pumped his hips in, and out of Brian’s mouth. “Ahhhhh!” Justin cried out, then quickly coated Brian’s throat with his teenage spunk.
Brian kissed his baby’s belly, his chest, and his neck, as he slowly worked his way back up Justin’s body, to the teen’s awaiting mouth. As Brian slipped his tongue inside, Justin caught a taste of his own cum. “Sweet.” Justin whispered.
“What?” Brian smiled.
“Nothing.” Justin said.
“I practically called him Tony.” Justin said as he relayed the previous evening’s close call to his best friend.
“Shit Justin, how the hell did you do that?” Daphne asked.
“Fuck if I know.” Justin shook his head. The two friends waited for the light to change before proceeding across the busy intersection.
“I thought you broke it off with Tony.” Daphne said.
“I did, I haven’t spoken to Tony since I saw him in the bathroom at “Nordic Hills”. That’s been over two months ago.”
“Bathroom, you did it in a public bathroom?”
The last question caught the attention of an older gentleman standing next to them. “No, we didn’t do it in the bathroom.” Justin tried to keep his voice down. “Tony was coming out, and I was going in. That’s where we ran into each other.”
“If you broke it off with him, then why are you still thinking about him?”
“I can’t help it.” Justin admitted. “What the fuck am I going to do Daph? It wasn’t suppose to be like this. Tony was only suppose to be a fuck, I wasn’t suppose to care about him.”
“How could you not care about him? He’s gorgeous, rich, and he treats you like a king.”
“Princess.”
“Whatever.” Daphne rolled her eyes. The light changed, and the two began to cross the street. “So what are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? You have to choose one.” Daphne insisted.
“I can’t do that, I want them both.”
“Are you nuts? How are you going to manage that Justin? Tony may be ok with being number two, but you know Brian would throw a fit if he found out you were fucking somebody else on a regular basis.”
“I don’t see why, he’s the one who wanted an open relationship.” Justin reminded her.
“Don’t try to blame it all on Brian. You should have put your foot down when he was suggesting that bullshit in the first place. Open relationships never work. Why even be in a relationship if you’re still fucking everybody else?”
“I don’t need another lecture Daph.” Justin said wearily.
“You’re right, you need to figure out what you’re going to do before Brian finds out.”
“If he finds out.”
“If he finds out my ass, you’re already a hot fuck away from calling out Tony’s name, and who knows what you might say in your sleep. How did you explain Tony’s chain around your neck?”
“He thinks my mom gave it to me.”
“What about the five thousand dollars tuition refund in your checking account?”
“I work, I could have saved it, besides, my bank statements are mailed to my mom’s address.”
Daphne shook her head. “You’re running with scissors Justin, somebody’s going to get hurt.” she warned.
“I can’t think about this now. I’m meeting my dad for lunch.” Justin said.
“Your dad, what does he want?”
“Who knows.” Justin rolled his eyes. “Like I don’t already have enough problems, now I have to go and listen to his shit. I’ll see you Daph.”
Justin had changed directions, and was scurrying off when Daphne called to him. “Justin! Which one is better?” she smiled.
“Apples, and oranges!” Justin called back. “Just as sweet, but no comparison!”
Craig Taylor checked his watch, then looked toward the entrance of the crowded downtown restaurant. Justin was late, he should have been there twenty minutes ago. The impatient father watched as a slight blonde figure appeared next to the maitre d’. He checked his watch again as the waitress escorted Justin over to his father’s booth. “You’re late.” Craig barked. “The first rule of business is to be on time.”
“I’m sorry.” Justin said, as he hurriedly took a seat across from his father.
Craig Taylor looked at his son, then glanced around the busy room. “Did you have to wear that?” he asked, trying to keep his voice down. “God, you look more like a girl every time I see you.”
Justin looked down at his tee. “This is my school shirt, see P.I.F.A.” Justin pointed to the lettering across his chest.
“Some school, a goddamn art school. Does it have to be so damn tight? What are you having?”
Their meeting had already gotten off to a poor start. Justin wanted to keep it as brief as possible. “I’m not hungry, I’ll just have a soda.” he said. “What did you want to see me about dad?” the nervous teen asked.
Craig ordered himself a double scotch, and a Mountain Dew for Justin. He waited until the waitress was out of hearing range. “I went to pay your tuition for next semester yesterday afternoon.” he began. “The woman in the finance office informed me that your tuition has already been paid, not just for the next session, but for the next three years. Where the hell did you get that kind of money Justin?”
Justin sat dumbfounded. He knew most definitely where the money had come from. Still this was news to him as well. Although Justin knew that Tony had paid for his last semester, he had no idea that his tuition had been paid for the next three years as well. Tony hadn’t mentioned a word about it.
The irate father continued. “That’s forty five thousand dollars Justin. Don’t tell me it’s from Brian. I know he does ok, but he doesn’t make the kind of money that could let him fork up lump sums like that, not the way he lives. What the fuck are you doing Justin? Are you some kind of male prostitute now?”
“No.” Justin said. The waitress returned with their drinks.
“Brian was bad enough, now your mother tells me you’re seeing a man my age. She says you’re taking trips in private jets, and accepting expensive gifts.” Craig looked at the necklace around his son’s neck.
Justin grasped the medallion. “Brian gave this to me for my birthday.” he said.
“Where did you go for spring break Justin? Your mother says you jetted away, with some rich sugardaddy.”
“I spent spring break with a friend.” Justin said.
“I don’t know what your mother expects me to do with you.” Craig snorted. “She’s the one who decided to be so accepting of your perverted lifestyle. Now that you’ve turned into some sort of male whore, she’s ready to turn you over to me. What’s next Justin? Are we going to see you on the ten o’clock news being arrested for solicitation in public toilets, like that singer George what’s his name?”
“I’m not perverted, and I’m not a whore.” Justin tried to keep his voice down. “Anthony Massey is my friend. He paid my tuition because he appreciates my art.”
“Which art are you talking about Justin, your art on canvas, or your art in the bedroom?” Craig looked at his son, and shook his head. “All I wanted was a son. I’d like to know what I did in another life that made God send me you.”
Justin turned away from the disgust in his father’s eyes.
Craig took a swallow of his drink, and continued. “Since you insist on being a whore Justin, please try to keep yourself low-key. I don’t want to hear about you, and your male FRIENDS popping up at “Nordic Hills” anymore. Our family is well known at that country club, your grandparents, your uncle, and cousins, Jennifer’s parents, must you embarrass the entire family?”
“I only took Brian there one time.” Justin said.
“That’s one time too many.”
“I’m sorry.” Justin uttered.
“One more thing Justin.” Craig snorted as he stood to leave. “The next time you meet with me, try to look like my son, and not my daughter.” Craig threw a ten dollar bill onto the table, and headed for the exit.
Justin starred at the untouched Mountain Dew in front of him. Even though Craig had tried to keep his voice down, Justin knew that the other nearby patrons had heard the accusations, and insults. “Can I get you something else sir?” his waitress asked gently.
Justin shook his head. “No thank you.”, and slowly slid out of the booth. The teen exited the restaurant, and began walking down the crowded street. Had it been any other time Justin would have been devastated by his father’s outburst, but today he had a much bigger problem on his hands. Brian was going to swing by P.I.F.A tonight after work to pay Justin’s tuition for next trimester. The teen pulled out his cell phone, and dialed Tony’s Chicago number.
Tony greeted him in his usual way. “Hello princess, it’s been a long time. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”
“What the hell are you doing Tony!” Justin blurted out.
“Right now? I’m going over travel brochures. I think I might spend the summer in Italy. Would you like to come along?”
“No, I don’t want to go to Italy!”
“What about London? I haven’t been there in a while.”
“No, I don’t want to go to London. Tony.....”
“You’re right. Maybe I’ll just hang around the states this year. It’s not a good time for foreign travel you know.”
“Tony listen to me!” Justin said a little louder than he intended to.
“I’m listening princess. What is it?”
“You paid my tuition.”
“Yes.”
“You can’t do that.” Justin whined as he maneuvered his way through the lunch hour crowd.
“Why?” Tony asked innocently. “Did you decide to change schools? I thought you liked the institute.”
“Don’t play stupid Tony.” Justin hissed. “I’ve already asked Brian to loan me the money for this trimester.”
“Loan?”
“Yes loan.” Justin insisted.
Tony sighed. “Very well, you can have Brian send me a check.”
“Stop fooling around Tony, this is serious. You know Brian would have a fit if he found out that you paid my tuition. My father nearly chewed my ass off a few minutes ago when he found out.”
“Do you want me to speak to them?”
“No!”
Tony laughed. “Don’t get yourself all flustered princess. I’ll call Dean Rice, and tell him to accept Brian’s money, and convert it into a refund check in your name. That way you can deposit the money into your checking account, and pay the whore back at your leisure. How does that sound, would that make you happy princess?”
“Stop calling him that!”
“Justin, I said I would take care of that for you. Now is there anything else that you want?”
“No!” Justin snapped. The teen hung up on Tony, and stuffed his cell phone into his front pant pocket. He made it to the end of the block before pulling it out again, and redialing Tony’s number.
“Yessssss?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you.” Justin said.
“That’s alright.” Tony said gently. “I know you didn’t mean it, just like I know that you love me.”
Once again Justin hung up on Tony.
Kevin looked at the image on Brian’s computer monitor. He leaned forward, placing his hand on Brian’s shoulder. “It looks good Brian.” he said.
Brian discretely changed his position, removing himself from Kevin’s touch. “I thought we’d use the blue background over here.” Brian pointed to the screen. Once again Kevin leaned over, and placed his hand on Brian’s shoulder. “Will you get the fuck off me?” Brian asked casually.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize....”
“Bullshit, you know exactly what you’re doing.” Brian said.
“I can’t help it.” Kevin said. “It’s hard to keep my hands off you. You’re still as beautiful as the day I laid eyes on you.”
“That was fourteen years ago, get over it.” Brian said nonchalantly.
“Do you hate me that much Brian?”
“No Kevin, I hate you more.” Brian smiled.
“I wish I could change what happened Brian, but I can’t.” Kevin said. “You were only fourteen, I could have lost everything, my career, my family. Why can’t you understand that?”
“It’s almost four o’clock. Let’s just finish, so we can go home.” Brian said.
“Are you seeing anyone Brian?”
“What business is that of yours.?”
“I’m just curious.” Kevin said. “I’d hate to think that I my stupidity, and selfishness ruined your life.”
Brian turned off his computer, and began to gather his papers. “Don’t flatter yourself.” he said dryly.
“I’ve often thought of you Brian.” Kevin smiled. “I pictured you as being happily married, with a couple of beautiful auburn haired kids, who look just like their dad.”
Brian looked at Kevin, and frowned. “How the fuck could you picture that?”
Kevin shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I should have known that you would never conform to living a lie the way I did. One thing I always admired about you Brian was your courage. Even at fourteen you knew who you were, and you weren’t afraid to be who you were.”
Brian locked his briefcase, and headed for the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” he said.
Kevin continued. “I hated myself for being such a coward, and for sacrificing you, and what we had for a life of lies, and deceit. I understand your contempt for me Brian, but please believe me when I say that I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that I hurt you angel.”
Brian stopped before opening the door. “Justin.” he said.
“What?”
Brian turned, and looked at Kevin. “My partner’s name is Justin.”
“Justin.” Kevin smiled.
Justin turned off his computer, and leaned back in his chair. He stretched his arms, and yawned. How long had he been working? The clock said eleven forty-five. He walked over to the kitchen, and trashed the dinner he had brought from the diner. Wherever Brian was he certainly would not be eating anything heavy before going to bed. Justin turned off the kitchen lights, and proceeded to the bathroom. He removed his clothing, and placed them in the overflowing hamper. As he walked past the mirror, something shiny caught his eye. It was Tony’s gold chain glistening around his neck.
Justin slowly ran his finger along the precious gift, as he recalled the wonderful man who had given it to him, (in more ways than one). The teen closed his eyes, remembering the nights, and stolen afternoons in Tony’s arms. He could still smell the marvelous scent that Tony always wore, and hear the deep moans Tony always made just before he was ready to cum. Justin returned to the bedroom, and found his cell phone. He stretched out across the bed, and dialed Tony’s Chicago number. “Hi. Were you asleep?”
“Not yet.” Tony said.
“So, tell me about those vacation plans.” Justin said.