The Deepest Brown Eyes
Pt. 2
The Thursday evening crowd at the Liberty Diner
was all charged up for Wrangler Night at
Emmett took his hat off, and placed it on Justin’s head. “You should
come with us tonight honey. Brian won’t mind, we’ll keep an eye
on you.” he said.
Justin placed their meatloaf specials on the counter. “No thanks, it
wouldn’t be the same without my two-step partner.” he
pouted.
“When’s Brian coming back?” Ted asked.
“Soon I hope.” Michael walked up in black jeans, and tee, with
matching black hat.
“Look at you.” Emmett grinned, and spun Michael around for a full
view of his outfit. “You look like Adam Cartwright from
Bonanza.”
“God I loved that show, those three hot guys living all alone on that
ranch, with all that leather.” Ted swooned.
“Don’t forget Ben Cartwright, the father. What a bear,
grrrrrrr!” Emmett growled. “They must
all be about a hundred years old now.”
“I think they’re all dead.” Ted said.
It’s a shame Brian’s going to miss Wrangler Night. You know how
he likes cowboys.” Michael smiled, and looked at Justin.
Whether it was the miracle of prayer, or just being able to talk to someone,
Justin felt a hundred times better after talking to reverend Tom. The young
man had gone back to see his former trick two
more times that week. By Wednesday he had practically come to terms with
the unfortunate incident, and was actually sleeping through the night without
a single thought of Kevin, or the cowboy. Justin dismissed Michael’s
deliberate jab, and handed Emmett back his hat. “Brian should be home
sometime tomorrow night. I can’t wait, I’m so horny I could fuck
a fire hydrant.” he said.
“I don’t suppose you and Brian would like to do a live broadcast
of that reunion would you?”
“Teddy.” Emmett frowned. “Don’t pay any attention to
him baby, he’ll try to sell anything.”
“I doubt if Brian will be able to give any video worthy performances.
He’ll probably be too exhausted from fucking the backrooms of
“I don’t think so, Brian promised me that
he would be good.” Justin told his lover’s resentful best
friend.
“Yeah, that’s Brian’s problem, he’s too good, especially
when he gets together with Kevin. Turning those two loose on
“Who’s Kevin?”
“So Justin, are you sure you won’t change your mind and come with
us tonight honey?” Emmett attempted to change the subject.
Michael was only too happy to continue. “Kevin was Brian’s high
school gym teacher. You remember, the one in the
shower. He doesn’t teach anymore, he works for Brown Athletics now.
Kevin and Brian worked on the first Brown Athletics add campaign last summer.
Didn’t Brian tell you?”
“No, he didn’t mention it.”
“I’m sure he did, maybe you just don’t remember. You were
so busy with Mr. Massey last summer, it probably
slipped your mind.” Michael took another stab.
“I can see it didn’t slip your mind.” Justin fired
back.
Debbie flashed her son a menacing look. “Sunshine, will you give me
a hand in the back?” She quickly called to Justin.
Justin followed Debbie to the storage room with the seed of suspicion now
planted firmly in his mind. “Do you know Kevin?” he asked
her.
“No.” Debbie lied. “Pass me that can off the second shelf
honey.” she pointed.
“Michael says he’s Brian’s ex-boyfriend from high school.
You knew Brian when he was in high school.”
“If he’s Brian’s old gym teacher, then he must be at least
sixty years old now. You know Brian doesn’t do old.” Debbie tried
to joke her way out of the interrogation.
“Why would Michael want to make sure that I knew they were together
last summer?” Justin handed Debbie the can of hot peppers from the second
shelf.
“You know how Michael is about Brian, don’t
pay any attention to him. He’s just jealous because he let Ben get
away.”
“Debbie, the man who raped me, his name was Kevin.” Justin admitted
the rape out loud for the first time.
Debbie was beginning to sweat. “Justin there must be a zillion men named
Kevin, and Brian has been with half of them. The “Kevin” Brian
brought home that night was just another trick, not an old boyfriend. Why
would Brian bring someone home who would hurt you?” she
rationalized.
“Brian didn’t know I was at the loft, maybe he was just
bring his lover home for the night. Maybe Kevin
got jealous, and hurt me on purpose because of Brian.” Justin
surmised.
“Justin, I need to ask you something
honey.” Debbie said cautiously. “Why did
you go to Mr. Massey that night instead of waking up Brian?”
Justin thought for a moment. He wanted to tell Debbie about the first time
he slept in Tony’s arms, when in a drunken rage over Brian’s
infidelities he had passed out on Tony’s chest, and awakened to the
deepest brown eyes he’d ever seen. Justin wanted to tell Debbie about
Tony’s featherbed in
“I’M HOME! WHERE THE HELL IS MY BOY?”
Justin heard the unexpected announcement. “Brian!” He smiled, and
hurried to the front. The young man dashed around the counter, and into his
lover’s arms. Brian wrapped his arms around his baby’s waist, and
lifted him from the floor. The diner watched as the two spun around in a
lover’s embrace, and Brian accepted his homecoming kisses. “I thought
you weren’t coming home until tomorrow.” Justin said as he landed
on his feet.
Brian gave Justin’s butt a firm smack. “I got homesick.” he
said.
Debbie was never so happy to see anyone in her life. “Go get your coat
Justin, and get out of here before he fucks you on the counter.” she
teased.
“Hurry up, the taxi’s waiting.” Brian gave Justin’s butt
one more smack, then watched as his prize winning
ass bounced away.
“So how was your trip?” Ted asked.
“Just fine.” Brian said without taking
his eyes off Justin.
“How’s Kevin?” Michael asked.
“Will you shut up about Kevin?” Debbie shushed her son.
“My guess is that Kevin isn’t feeling too well right about now.”
Brian said.
“Did you get his ass?” Emmett hissed.
“I got him.” Brian nodded.
“What the hell did you do Brian? You didn’t do anything stupid
that could make you loose your job did you?” Michael asked.
“Shhhhh!”
Justin emerged from the backroom. “I’m ready.” he
smiled.
Michael watched as his Brian placed his arm around Justin’s shoulders,
and led him out of the diner to their awaiting taxi.
More than a few heads turned in passing cars as curious drivers sneaked discrete
glances at the queer couple in the cab next to them.
Brian, and Justin cuddled close together in the
back seat, and eased the pain of their long separation with lingering wet
kisses. After spending three nights fucking Christy
McLauren, Brian longed for the familiar feel, the
smell, taste of his baby. “Can’t you go
any faster?” Brian called to the driver.
“Keep your pants on!” The driver barked back.
The lovers couldn’t get home fast enough. They had barely closed the
sliding doors of the loft when the luggage hit the floor, and Brian enfolded
his baby in his arms. “God I missed you.” He sighed between more
kisses.
“I missed you too Brian.” Justin whispered.
“Take your clothes off baby.” Brian ordered.
The beautiful boy tilted his head, and smiled innocently. Oh shit, Brian
was practically breathless. The starving man couldn’t wait for his request
to be honored. He quickly removed Justin’s outer jacket, then pulled
his sweater, and tee over his head. Justin beamed, and tossed his golden
hair as Brian eagerly went to work on the zipper of his jeans. The denim
blues had barely touched the floor when Brian hoisted his baby over his shoulder.
“Briaaaan!”
Justin giggled as he was carted away to bed.
The sound of Justin’s laughter was like music to Brian’s ears.
“I’m going to fuck you.” Brian growled, and bounced him onto
the bed.
Justin playfully rolled over onto all fours, then looked back to watch as
Brian quickly pealed off his leather gloves, and struggled with the buttons
on his overcoat. “Did you miss me daddy?” the hot boy
teased.
Brian flung his overcoat, and suit jacket aside, followed closely by his
trousers. He hastily undid his tie. Shit, the clothes weren’t coming
off fast enough. More damn buttons hindered his progress, this time on his
custom tailored shirt. “Shit!” Brian swore, and ripped it from
his chest. Justin laughed as he watched the buttons fly.
Justin held himself steady on all fours while Brian positioned himself behind
him. The ravenous lover knelt down, and nuzzled his face against the smooth
pale mounds, then gingerly glided his tongue between the warm cheeks.
“Ummmmm.” Brian
tasted then knelt down even lower, this time lapping the back of Justin’s
sack before bringing his tongue back up again. “That’s it daddy,
taste your baby.” Justin teased, and lifted his ass a little higher.
Brian parted the powered sugar buns, and dipped his tongue deep inside. Justin
rolled his ass against his lover‘s face.
“Oooh yeah.”
The hot boy sizzled.
Brian flipped his baby onto his back, and swallowed Justin’s cock with
one deep lunge. The younger man grabbed the back of his lover’s head,
and guided his mouth up and down his straining member. Brian rolled his tongue
around the mushrooming head. “Oh god, you’re gonna make me cum.”
Justin warned.
The insatiable lover removed the quivering meat from his mouth.
“Don’t cum yet baby.” Brian ordered, and began jerk it
slowly.
Justin unconsciously arched his back. “I’ll try.” The young
man quivered.
Brian continued to work his hand up, and down the saliva soaked shaft. Now
gaining momentum with each stroke, he used his other hand to gently knead
Justin’s pink spherical sack. “Oh
god.” Justin’s body tremble when
a single jewel disappeared inside his lover’s mouth.
“Oooh Brian!” The young man’s breaths
quickened. “I’m cumming!” He warned
again.
Brian quickly returned Justin’s cock to his mouth. He had barely covered
the erupting volcano when spurts of hot lava spattered the back of his throat.
The older man drank deeply from his fountain of youth. It had been so long,
but he was finally home.
“Ahhhh, god I missed you.” Justin exhaled.
He reached for Brian who promptly crawled up the bed, and into his baby’s
arms. Justin switched positions, and rolled over on top of his lover. He
kissed the side of Brian’s neck, and trailed his tongue down the hollow
of his throat, along his collar, down the center of his chest.....
“Wait baby.” Brian said.
Justin looked up. “I know what you want.” He smiled,
then rolled over onto his belly.
Brian stood up from the bed, and walked over to his overcoat. Justin watched
as he searched through the pockets, then pulled
out a packet of condoms. “We have to use these.” Brian
said.
Justin couldn’t reply. He closed his eyes, turned his face away, and
rested his head on his forearms. Justin felt the bed move when Brian
laid back down next to him. He listened to the all
too familiar sound of the foil wrapper of the condom as it was being ripped
open. The devastated young man laid motionless as
his lover entered him, but even the iciness of Justin’s response
couldn’t suppress Brian’s desire for his baby. Brian stretched
his body along the length of Justin’s back, intertwining their arms.
He reached for Justin’s hands only to have his gesture rejected. Justin
clinched the sheets instead. Brian began to move his hips against the
unresponsive body beneath him. He kissed the back of his baby’s neck.
“Hurry up, and get the fuck off me!” Justin growled.
Brian abruptly withdrew, and rolled over to his side of the bed. He watched
as Justin stood up, and stormed out of the bedroom.
“Fucking whore.” Justin grumbled as he
pulled his shirt from the pile of clothing left in the middle of the living
room floor. “I HATE YOU!” He yelled as the tears began to
fall.
Brian followed his baby, and stood in the bedroom doorway. “No you
don’t, you don’t hate me, you love
Justin stared at Brian in disbelief. “Who told you that?” he asked.
The young man’s voice was now barely
above a whisper.
“Tony told me.”
“Tony, when did you talk to Tony?”
Brian ignored Justin’s question, and walked over to his wounded boy.
He wrapped his arms around his baby’s waist, and pulled him close for
a long overdue hug of gratitude. It was time to come clean. “Justin,
the last thing I’d ever wanted to do was hurt you.” Brian took
a deep breath. “His name is Kevin, Kevin
McLauren. He was my high school gym teacher, but
he works for Brown Athletics now. We were together last summer. He was the
trick that I brought home that night. He’s the man who raped
you.”
Justin pulled away. “You knew him? All this time you had me thinking
he was just a trick, when you were fucking him all along? Is that where you
were this week Brian, fucking him?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie to me!”
“I’m not lying baby.”
“What about the condoms?”
“The condoms weren’t for him!” Brian took another deep breath.
“They were for his wife.”
“Wife?....” Justin appeared momentarily
stunned. “Lying bastard, you’ve out done yourself this time
Brian.” Justin shook his head, then turned
around to pick up the rest of his clothes. “Like I’m
suppose to believe that shit!” he
grumbled.
Brian looked at his baby’s perfect ass, and instinctively reached to
touch it. “OUCH!”
“GET YOUR GODDAMN PAWS OFF ME!” Justin smacked the roving hand
away.
Brian spun around holding his still tender knuckles.
“Oooh, damn it!”
He grimaced, and doubled over in pain.
Justin stopped dressing, and turned around. “What happened to your
hand?” He asked, noticing the bruises for the first time.
“I hurt it.”
“How?” Justin’s eyes narrowed with
suspicion.
“I hurt it kicking Kevin’s ass about you.” Brian continued
to rub his sore fingers.
“You beat him up?’
“No, I kicked his ass.”
“Really?” Justin tried not to
smile.
“Really.” Brian smiled.
“What about the condoms?” Justin asked.
“I told you why I needed the condoms.”
“You weren’t shitting me? You really had sex with a woman? Yuck!”
Justin frowned.
“I did it for you baby. If you come back to bed, I’ll tell you
all about it.” Brian batted his hazel eyes, and reached out his bruised
hand. Justin
dropped his clothing back down onto the floor, and gently took it.
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Tony secured the ties on his white terry robe before padding down the long
staircase to his study. He poured himself a nightcap from the lead crystal
decanter, then took a seat in the Coach leather
chair behind his desk. Tony turned on his computer, and was beginning to
scan through his e-mail when Mary, his housekeeper walked
in.
“I’m going to bed for the night. What about you?” she
asked.
“I have a guest coming by in an hour or so.” Tony said.
“A sleep over guest? I just cleaned up my kitchen,
and you better not go in there! If I wake up, and find one dirty glass in
my sink..........”
“No one’s going in your goddamn kitchen.
Geez, what is it with
women and their kitchens?” Tony grumbled, and continued to read
his mail.
“How’s our princess today?” Mary asked.
“He’s ok. He went back to see reverend Tom again. Justin seems
to like him a lot. He says reverend Butterfield is easy to talk to. Make
a note for me to remind my accountant to send a contribution to his
church.” Tony said, and continued to scan his mail.
“How are his grades now? Did he do well on his test last
Wednesday?”
“Yep, he got an “A”, and he’s expecting another fudge
cake from you.” Tony looked at Mary, and smiled.
Mary shook her head. “Where the hell does he put it all?” she grinned.
“When you talk to him tomorrow tell him I’ll send his cake to
Jennifer’s just like the other times.”
“Will do.” Tony said.
Mary yawned, and gave her boss a kiss on the forehead. “I’m going
to bed now. Will you, and your guest try to keep
it down so I can get some sleep please? I don’t know what the hell you
do to them in there. All that grunting, and groaning, it sounds like Brookfield
Zoo. Messing up my kitchen, all that noise, you get on my nerves when
you’re home....” Mary fussed as she headed off to bed.
“Goodnight mama.” Tony grinned.
Tony finished his drink, and read the last of his messages. He was about
to turn off his computer when a new delivery popped up on the monitor.
“Justin?”
Tony opened the final e-mail, and read: I need your help Tony. Please call.
Princess.