Horse Hair

Justin stood on the stairs to the bedroom, his shirt balled in an angry fist when he saw Hunter blowing Brian in the middle of the mass of bodies on the bed.

He thought he was being more than the understanding non-conventional boyfriend when he didn’t even blink at Brian’s declaration that there would be the usual orgy at the loft for his birthday. No news there.

But Hunter??

How did the mangy little fucker find out?

And what the fuck what was Brian thinking?

Justin glared at his boyfriend as Brian groaned, freeing one hand from the dick he’d been stroking on the side and tangling his fingers in the mat of hair bobbing over his groin.

Oh, hell no…

Justin grabbed Hunter’s head by the back of his greasy hair and pulled him off Brian’s dick with a pop.

“Hey, fucker!” Hunter squealed.

Justin grimaced, releasing the boy and wiping his hand on his pants.

Brian pushed the two heads licking his nipples away so he could determine why his dick was being neglected. “Why the fuck’d you stop?” His glazed eyes slowly focused on Hunter. “What the hell is he doing here?”

Justin shoved Hunter down the stairs as he threw a cutting glare over his shoulder. “First I thought you were just stupid for letting him in. Now I know you really are a first class prick, Brian. How could you ever think that slobbering hound was me?”

“Fuck you, Goldilocks,” Hunter sneered. “He was getting the best head of his life.” He turned to Brian, “Tell him.”

Brian rolled his eyes before they drifted shut again under the onslaught of hands and mouths pleasuring him. “I was wondering where you suddenly got all those horse teeth from,” he muttered. “I thought it was just bad E.”

Justin smirked at Hunter as his face fell.

Then the kid was forgotten as Brian's eyes found Justin again and held his gaze. "Come here."