#1 Bottom Boy

"Hey Todd, how's it going?"

"Fine Justin"

"Brian have you ever noticed that Todd is always in here?"

"Where else would he be?"

"I don't know; uh Bri did you ever?"

"No, not my type, you?"

"No, kinda feels like going against the rules."

"Rules? What rule?"

"The ‘not doing your friend' rule."

"Justin, he's not your friend."

"But I see him every time we're in here so it almost feels like it."

"You're a freak."

"He's probably seen just as much action as you have, maybe more."

"Why are WE talking about Todd when WE should be doing ME?"

Justin dutifully sinks to his knees so that he can do Brian. Both men slip into that zone, lost within the tactile sensations of both giving and receiving pleasure.

Brian's thoughts limited to Justin's warm mouth surrounding his cock, the strong hands holding and caressing his hips, the feel of Justin's hair in his grip.

Justin's thoughts of the long solid cock in his mouth, the taste, the feel of the heavy balls in his palm, Todd's ass being fucked.

Justin starts coughing.

"You okay down there?"

"Yeah, yeah sorry."

Justin resumes his task.

‘Todd? Why the fuck am I thinking about Todd? Shit. The guy is kinda cute. FUCK, I have the cock of the #1 stud of Liberty Avenue in my mouth and I'm thinking about the #1 bottom boy of Liberty. How ironic is that?'

"Are you laughing?"

"Be quiet and let me concentrate."

Justin sucks on a ball.

‘He's always here. I've never seen him at Woody's, come to think about it I've never even seen him on the dance floor. Why come to a club when you're not going to dance? The only time I've seen him outside the backroom is when he's in the men's room. And even then he has a dick up his ass. Ass.'

Justin lightly slaps Brian's thigh. Brian turns so that Justin can feast on his ass.

"Oh Baby"

"Like that?"

"Yeah"

‘Ass, I love to bottom for Brian but even I do need to give my ass a break now and then. I mean, DUH, look what's up it every chance it gets. So no one could blame me for sticking an exit only sign on my ass for a few days. It happens rarely but jeeze marie, Todd's at it every night, for the whole night. Un-fuckin-believable!

Maybe he's an alien. That's it, he's an alien and taking it up the ass is like breathing. If he doesn't do it at least once an hour he dies.'

"What the fuck? You're giggling again."

"Shh"

Justin draws Brian's dick down between his legs and tugs on it while his tongue is deep within Brian's hole.

‘That's weird, I've never seen Todd rim anyone. I wonder why. I guess it's not for everyone. Ethan didn't like doing it. I remember when Brian did it to me that first time. I couldn't believe what he was doing down there. Shit, I still get hard thinking about that first time. Real hard.'

"Justin, close."

Justin pulls on Brian's cock harder as he probes deeper into Brian's hot tight hole. Brian cums, shooting his load against the wall. Justin licks off the remainder then tucks and zips up his lover. Brian helps his lover up and they kiss, sharing the taste.

"Your turn little boy."

Brian growls softly into Justin's ear. Justin purrs sweetly into Brian's neck.

Stroking Justin's cock through his jeans, Brian lowers himself to the floor. He releases the hard thick shaft. Brian begins to show his appreciation for the bountiful organ before him.

‘I don't remember seeing Todd ever sucking cock. I mean every bottom boy loves sucking cock. I certainly do but then I'm spoiled. There's only one cock I want to wrap my lips around and right now the owner of said cock is doing evil things to mine. God, this should be illegal.'

"Probably is."

"Huh?"

"Probably is illegal."

"Yeah"

‘How'd he do that? He always knows what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. Why is that? Maybe it's cause he was my first and I'm sort of his first, boyfriend, that is. I know, unconventional, undefined, the trick who never left but it's true.

I wonder if Todd has anyone in his life like this. Probably not. Guess that's why he's in here all the time. Kinda sad if you really think about it. That could of been Brian, was Brian. He still tricks but nothing like before. I hope that has something to do with me.'

"Everything baby"

"Huh?"

"You're everything to me baby."

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

Brian spins Justin around and dives tongue first into the magnificent bubble butt.

‘God, he's sooo good at this; the master. Poor Todd, he can't really be happy doing this. Maybe he's going for a world record. Yeah, over a million cocks served. Bet he's keeping a tally. Maybe he'll have a party when he's reached his target. I can just see the cake, the shape of an ass with a huge cock sticking in it. Thank god I'm facing the wall, Brian would kill me if he saw this stupid grin on my face.'

Brian stops, rises, standing close behind Justin, fondling Justin's ass, slipping his fingers into the spit slick hole.

"You want it bottom boy?"

"Yes"

"Want me?"

"Always"

"That's my good bottom boy."

Pulling a condom from his pocket, Justin hears the sound he loves, craves, the tearing open of the packet. Justin feels the pressure of Brian's hard cock against his quivering hole.

"Do it Brian, fuck me."

Brian slips into Justin's warm tight tunnel, waits for Justin to adjust then finds the rhythm to maximize their pleasure.

"Oh yeah, Justin, my bottom boy, all mine."

"Yours, all yours."

They cum together, grunting, gasping each other's name. They rest against each other, drawing strength from each other, smiling at the connection.

"Connection"

"Hmm?"

"Connection Justin. We have it, he doesn't."

Justin deep in thought as they straighten up their clothes, running their fingers through each other's hair. They embrace before walking through the labyrinth of the backroom out to the dance floor.

The lovers walk passed Todd, connected by their laced fingers and something more. Todd has another cock up his ass.

"Night Todd"

"Night Justin"

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