The Point System
"Hi Justin."
"Hey Jeremy; how was your weekend?"
"Pretty good, didn't have to work, got a lot done on my project. You?"
"Almost done but I had to work at the diner and Brian needed some sketches for a new ad."
Justin, I don't understand why you work so much, doesn't your old man take care of you?"
"It's not that kind of relationship; I like paying my own way."
"I bet if you tried he'd pay for everything."
"I wouldn't want him to. Uh, Jeremy why are you walking like that? Did you get hurt?"
"Nah. Brad got a little carried away; nothing he hasn't done before. For an older guy he certainly gets it up a lot."
"When Brian's in one of his moods, he's like a regular fuck machine. Stops only to restoke the furnace then he pounces again. I love every second of it."
"I heard your old man was some kind of legend around here. Brad had his own rep back home but when his company transferred him here, he couldn't re-establish a stud rep. Seems your man's got that all locked up. Brad got pretty pissed about it too. We kept hearing about Kinney but never met him. Heard about all that political shit and how he got sick; he made some big time come back, didn't he."
"Yeah, came back lean , mean and stronger than ever. His agency is doing very well."
"He still doing tricks?"
"Possibly, we have a don't ask, don't tell policy."
"I don't care how many tricks Brad does, as long as he's careful, does me every night and pays for my tuition. What the hell do I care how many tricks he does. Besides my stud's younger than yours, I bet he could out stud your old man any day."
"Betcha he couldn't."
"Oh come on Justin, your old man gotta be, what, 5-6 years older than Brad and he lost a nut. Brad could out do him any day of the week."
"You don't know Brian, he's a stubborn asshole when he wants to be. And his dick has these amazing staying powers. He can out fuck your old man whenever he wants."
"Okay, why don't you put your money where your cock is. This weekend, from Friday night to Monday morning, count the fucks and sucks."
"Does tricking count?"
"Of course it does. How about a point system?"
"Alright, let's write it down so we can agree, deal?"
"Deal. Ten points every time he tops and five points for a blow job."
"Wait a minute, who blows who?"
"We're counting how many time the studs cum, so every time we blow them we add five points."
"What if he blows me? That has to count for something. And a rim job, what Brian does with his tongue is down right illegal."
"Shit, Brad hates to rim. Fine, three points if he blows you and three for rimming."
"Only three for rimming, uh uh. Four points for rimming and I'm doubling it if Brian shoots his load while he rims me."
"You have a lot of confidence in him."
"I know what Brian is capable of and he never leaves a partner unsatisfied."
"Fine. So we're straight on this?"
"Yeah, but what are the stakes?"
"The midterm project."
"Jeremy that project is worth half our grade. What if I don't like what you're doing, it could fuck up my GPA."
"So, we supervise the project; look who cares about the project. The point is my stud will beat yours ass down, this contest will just prove it. And when it's all over I'm telling Brad, he could do with an ego boost. So are we agreed."
"Yeah, agreed. But I care a lot about my project. And one more thing. What if I top Brian?"
"Ha! You topping a top. Never happen."
"What, you never top?"
"Me? Nah, I like to lay back and enjoy the ride."
"You don't know what you're missing."
"Okay, fifty points if you top."
"That's a lot of points."
"I don't believe he'll let you. I've been around a lot longer than you Justin, a top is a top especially when he's a stud. They all hate to bottom and if ever they do, it's usually far away from home."
"We'll see. How are we going to verify this?"
"Justin, you're so goddamned honest it's frightening, I trust you. I'll tell Brad on Monday, he'll be so fucking proud that he'll verify the points."
"Honor amongst queers, huh? Ok, but I better check with Brian about this weekend, sometimes he goes away on business."
"Sounds fair, we can confirm later in the week. I gotta get to class."
"Yeah, see you later Jeremy."
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7:38 PM Friday night, The Loft
"Justin? Justin, are you here? Oooph! I guess that answers my question, one of these days I'm gonna land in the hall on my ass."
"Hey Brian."
"Hey yourself. Is that a #20 paint brush in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
"Very happy to see you."
"Somebody's horny. Let me wash off the office first then we can begin the weekend's festivities."
"Can't wait."
"Want me to take the edge off you, my impatient little twink. After my shower we'll have dinner then on to the main event; maybe Babylon if you're up for it."
"I'm up, I'm up."
"You ready to be my appetizer?"
"Yes please."
"My good little twink."
As Brian turns Justin around pinning him to the loft door, the last coherent thought before Brian engulfs Justin's cock is, ‘yes, 3 points!'
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"You feel better Bri?"
"Yeah, much better, the shower felt good, I had a bitch of a week."
As dinner is delivered an annoying thought begins to prey on Justin's mind. ‘Fuck, he's tired, I shoulda never agreed to this, he is older and,' Brian's voice brings Justin out of his thoughts.
"Why the pout, Sunshine?"
"I'm sorry Brian, I should of asked you about your week; was it very stressful?"
"Yes it was but Kinnetic landed some good accounts, your sketches were very helpful. Sometimes the art dept. hasn't got a clue. And your week was just as stressful as mine. So stop with the pout, eat your dinner cause you and I are gonna work off all the stress all weekend long. Okay Sunshine?"
"Very okay Brian!"
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9:30 PM The Loft
"Jus, you want another beer?"
"No, rather have you, want your big beautiful cock in my mouth."
"Whatever Sunshine wants..."
Justin pushes Brian onto the pillows while freeing the growing erection. He then attempts to suck Brian's brains out via his dick.
"Cum for me Brian."
As Brian's body obediently follows Justin's directions, Brian reaches down and grabs Justin's hand that's pumping Brian's cock.
"Hold it tight, squeeze it; now quick put a condom on me and roll over baby."
"Brian, fuck me!"
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"Amazing Sunshine"
"Mmm, yeah, plus 15."
"What?"
"Oh nothing. You still up for Babylon?"
"Sure. You gonna shake that fine ass for me?"
"All night long Brian."
"Let's go Sunshine, I hear the backroom callin' my name."
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11:35 PM Babylon
"Howdy kids."
"Hi Em."
"Emmett."
"Where have you two been hiding this week?"
"Some of us do have work to do."
"And school. I don't see Mikey and his hubby. Is Babylon on the no-go list since they tied the knot?"
"No, probably just some last minute honeymooning, you know how that is. All that wedded bliss."
"Emmett, you don't need a wedding ring to honeymoon. Come on Sunshine I feel the need for some bliss."
"Have fun!"
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Midnight The Backroom
"Suck me baby."
Brian leans back on the wall as his boy kneels, again freeing the legendary cock, slowly sucking every inch of it into his hot wet mouth. Justin's tongue lovingly lavishes its respect upon the organ.
Brian cums, Justin swallows every drop then tucks the slightly softened member back into Brian's jeans. Panting, Justin gets back on this feet, mentally adding the 5 points and bouncing with anticipation. *23*
"Brian."
"What's the matter Sunshine, your ass feeling neglected?"
"I, uh..."
"We can't have that now can we."
"Oh god Brian!"
Brian turns his boy around to face the wall, he unzips Justin's jeans to expose one of Babylon's most famous asses. Proudly, Brian caresses the full creamy globes, daring anyone to try and touch what is his. Gracefully he lowers himself to the floor. Every asshole in the backroom begins to twitch, some wishing they were Justin, others wishing they were Kinney and a few who just wish.
Brian roughly parts the cheeks then dives in, ravishing the blond's hole unmercifully. A collective sigh is heard throughout the backroom as the blond groans out Brian's name.
After several more minutes of this sweet torture, Justin begins to beg.
"Fuck me Brian."
"Easy boy, want you open and ready for me."
"I'm ready, want you now, damn you! FUCK ME!"
"Bossy bottom." Brian rams his hardness into the open willing hole. The backroom grunts along with Justin as he's filled to capacity. The tops all thrust with Brian, the bottoms grab onto a wall, chair, bench whatever they can find to maintain purchase.
Brian's own bottom claws at the bricks as he demands it harder.
"Close Bri."
With two more thrusts raking along Justin's prostate, the king and his consort cry out as they climax, bringing the rest of the backroom along with them. Regretfully Brian pulls out, disposing of his condom, then tucks himself in. He gently pats his boy's bountiful bottom before pulling up Justin's jeans, shielding the boy's ass from further prying eyes. The lovers rest up against each other before leaving the backroom to dance the night away. *37*
"Come on, little boy, dance with me."
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"Well look who decided to leave the back room and actually dance."
"Very funny Theodore, at least we can dance. I'm not sure what you're doing."
"Why thank you Brian, my day is now complete."
"My pleasure, Theodore. Hey Sunshine, who's that, he seems to know you."
"Who?"
"The twink with red hair."
"Oh, that's Jeremy. We have a few classes together. Wanna meet him?"
"Not now, I have all the twink I need."
*Sunshine smile*
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1:30 AM Babylon
"Briiaan."
"Oh, oh, the voice. One last round in the backroom?"
"Yeah."
"Hard and fast?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Lead on, McTwink." *47*
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2:30 AM Saturday morning, Liberty Diner
"My, my, my, don't you two look well fucked."
"Why thank you Emmett, a man's work is never done."
"Especially when he has a sweet young thing on his arm or should I say, dick, all night all."
"Oh Emmett."
"Ignore him Sunshine; so what'll you have?"
"Cheeseburger, fries and chocolate shake. You? You got to keep up your strength."
"Coffee and I'll pick at yours."
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4:06 AM outside The Loft
"Wake up Justin, we're home."
"M'kay."
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"Come on Sonny boy, get in bed before you pass out on the floor."
"Night Brian." *snore*
"Goodnight Justin." *kiss* *snuggle*
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2 PM Saturday afternoon, The Loft
"Justin?"
"Out here, Bri."
"Please tell me it's not early."
"It's not early, it's 2."
"And why are you so energetic?"
"Don't know, got inspired, I'm working on some paintings. Did I wake you?"
"No, you didn't but the vast emptiness of my bed did. Suddenly I felt very lonely."
"Oh poor baby. Want some coffee?"
"Yes, please, as long as you're the cream."
"You are a very bad man."
"Your point?"
"Here's your coffee. Give me 10 minutes to finish up and I'll take up space on the bed."
"You better not keep my dick waiting too long, Sunshine."
"I wont, I promise."
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One fast but sweet fuck later. *57*
"My cock appreciates your promptness."
"So does my ass. Brian, can I ask you something?"
"Ask away."
"This weekend, us staying here, fucking and sucking the weekend away. It's okay with you, isn't it?"
"Now that's a stupid question. Of course it's okay. Justin, we both had a long hard week and I don't mean that in a positive life affirming way. We need a little release and I don't know any better way or any better person I'd rather find that release than with you. Now quit your bitching, point your ass in my direction, and suck on my dick. My tongue needs to have a serious discussion with your hole."
"Whatever you say, Brian." *+9*
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4:30 PM The Loft
*stomach growling*
"Was that yours or mine?"
"Why Brian Kinney, I do believe you're hungry."
"Man, can not live on ass and cum alone, try as I may. I guess we need real food. Want to shower then go to the diner?"
"Shower, yes, diner, no. Let's call out. You don't have much here."
"Too busy to shop. Okay, shower and take out it is."
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4:45 PM The Shower
"Jussstinnn."
"Oh, yeah!" *76*
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5:30 PM Dinner in the loft
"How's your shrimp and noodles?"
"Good, your chicken?"
"Just peachy, want another beer?"
"No, a kiss."
*kiss*
"You can do better."
*deeper kiss*
"Even better."
Brian plants a very deep, toe curling kiss on his demanding boy.
"Have I fulfilled your expectations, young man?"
*panting* "Far exceeded them, sir."
"Then might I suggest we move this tongue fest into the bedroom."
"Yes sir."
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7:15 PM and one amazing blow job later
"That was great." *81*
"Amazing, Sunshine."
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"Brian, want to go to Babylon?"
"It's Saturday night, isn't it. Why you have something else in mind?"
"We haven't been to the movies in a long time."
"That's because you know how I hate screaming brats, sticky floors, uncomfortable chairs and the latest crop of movies are repulsive. Why would you even suggest it?"
"I'm not talking about actually watching the movie, just a dark balcony someplace where I can suck on your cock from opening credits to closing credits. You know how you like sex in public places."
"Sunshine, have I told you lately how much I love your thinking?"
"Every time you cum, Brian."
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8:45 PM The Movie Theater
"Justin, this is an awful movie."
"Shhh, don't watch, just feel."
"You gonna suck my dick for two hours?"
"Yes, with popcorn and soda breaks, of course."
"Of course, how practical of you." *86*
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11 PM Leaving the theater
"That movie really sucked, Brian."
"Yeah but you sucked better."
"Glad to be of service. We can still do Babylon."
"I'd rather go home and do you."
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11:30 PM The Loft
"Start the shower Sunshine while I lock up and turn off the ringer on the phone. I do not want to be disturbed tomorrow."
"Sure thing Bri."
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11:45 PM The Shower
*+10*
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12:15 AM Sunday morning, The Bed
"Roll over Sunshine, I'm in the mood for more freshly showered, just fucked blond boy ass."
*100!!!* "Oh fuck!"
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1 AM The Bed
"You still with me, kid?"
"Uh huh."
"You screamed so loud when you came I thought for sure someone would call the cops."
"Mm hmm. Sleepy Bri."
"Sleep. Little boy."
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11 AM Sunday morning
"Hey Sonny Boy."
"Hey; did I fall asleep in the middle of something Bri?"
"We were finished. You shot your load then went out like a light. You're so damn beautiful when you cum as I rim you. So fucking hot. I shot the sheets. That's what you do to me." *104*
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"Brian, I have this problem and I think I need your help with it."
"What's up?"
"Me."
Ooohh, that kind of problem. I do believe I may have a solution but it requires your co-operation, a partnership, if you will."
"Brian, you have my complete co-operation."
"Never had any doubts. Shall we assume the traditional 69 position?
*112*
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"Brian, your solution was outstanding."
"Thank you Justin. I couldn't have done it without your unbridled participation. Now how about we head for the diner for breakfast."
"Lunch."
"Lunch, before Debbie has a fit and sends out the calvary."
"Good idea Brian."
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1 PM Sunday afternoon, Liberty Diner
As the legendary stud of Liberty and his blond boy make their way to the diner to hold court, another young twink with his own stud also find their way to the infamous eatery.
Many of Liberty's regulars are there to enjoy a Sunday afternoon meal. The Bruckner/Novotny clan with Ted, are casually making small talk in one booth. The happy munchers with children are busy in the next booth. Debbie, paying extra attention to her littlest of customers.
Our stud, looking breath taking in tight black jeans and soft ecru silk shirt, sporting his trade mark shades and his golden haired twink arrive and immediately commandeer the booth next to Michael and co. Before sitting, the jingling of the bell above the door catches Brian's attention.
Entering is a pretty red headed twink that looks familiar to Brian. On his arm is a handsome raven haired man with liquid chocolate eyes. Not quite as gorgeous as our stud but stunning non-the-less.
The twinks coyly smile at each other, acknowledging each other with flickering eyes as they size up each other's man.
The studs square off, staring each other down, standing tall. Brian removes his shades; hazel meeting chocolate. The nostrils flare, chests heave with a sudden intake of air. Brad paws at the floor with a boot clad foot; Brian clenches a fist.
The tops sense the presence of another stud. The twinks tense. A hush falls over the diner. Even Debbie stops smacking her chewing gum. All of Liberty bears witness.
"Jeremy."
"Justin."
"Jeremy, this is Brian, my, um..."
"Partner."
"This is Brad, my friend."
"Brian, Jeremy and I have art classes together."
Brian's arm snakes around Justin's shoulder, possessively bringing the younger man closer into Brian's chest.
"Yes, I remember you mentioning him. It's always nice to meet one of Justin's little friends."
Brad's fingers graze up against Jeremy's hand but he made no move to hold it.
"Brian."
"Brad."
The tension grows thicker than one of Kiki's false eyelashes. The four men stand in the middle of the diner; the studs daring the other to make the first move.
The jingling of the bell breaks the silence.
"Well, hi y'all. My, the testosterone is so thick in here you can cut it with a knife. Well isn't anyone going to say hello?"
Taking advantage of the break in the non-action, Justin carefully guides his stud to their booth. Jeremy and Brad sit at the counter.
"I'm waiting!"
"Hi Emmett!" The diner finally finds its voice and greets its other famous local patron. The diner is again a buzz with its usual din as Emmett plops himself down across from Justin.
"Well kids, missed you last night. Babylon is just not the same without the king and his consort."
"Sorry to disappoint the masses, Emmett. But the king here had royal designs on several parts of my anatomy last night and who am I to argue with his royal hineyness."
"Oh well as long as you have your priorities straight."
"Emmett, my priorities are the only thing straight about me."
"It's comforting to know there are still some constants in our ever changing world.
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3 PM The Diner
The royal couple did indeed hold court with friends, family and tricks a like all paying homage. After eating their fill and catching up on the latest gossip and news, our lovers decided to head back to the loft.
Stopping by the munchers' table, Brian grabs his son, swinging him around to many squeals of delight from the Brian clone. The older Kinney planting a loud raspberry kiss against the younger Kinney's cheek before depositing the boy back onto Lindsey's lap.
"Linds, would it be ok if Sonny Boy spends next Friday night with me and Justin?"
A very pleased Lindsey, stunned Mel and beaming Justin and Debbie all stare at Brian.
"I think Gus would love to have a sleep over with his Dads."
"Thanks Linds, I'll call you later in the week to confirm. See ya later Sonny Boy. Let's go home Justin."
Again the diner patrons pay the departing couple their respects leaving a shocked and curious Brad and Jeremy behind, pondering the enigma that is Brian Kinney.
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3:45 PM The Loft
"Sunshine, I think a little quiet time is called for; what do you think?"
"I agree." *yawn*
The lovers settle onto the massive floor pillows, curling around each other they peacefully fall asleep.
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6 PM Sunday evening, The Loft
Brian wakes to the site of cool blue eyes smiling down upon him.
"You watching me sleep again, Sunshine?"
Justin smiles back his answer as Brian stretches out the kinks. He grabs his blond angel, pulling him onto his chest. The two lay quietly until Justin gently grinds himself on Brian.
"We're wearing far too many clothes", whispers Brian. The lovers undress each other.
Justin remounts Brian, scooting down the long body till their dicks are aligned. Holding the two organs together in his hand, Justin begins to stroke them sending waves of shivers up through Brian's body. Brian reaches up, gently caressing Justin's face which has flushed red, the full lips swollen with desire. Brian's hand leaves Justin's face to join Justin's hand as he continues to stroke the massive cock. Thumbs sweep across the weeping tips, spreading the dripping pre-cum. Their breath hitches as they groan out each other's name.
Justin's movements quicken as he tries to bring them both to climax. Brian, in a moment of clarity, "I want to be inside you."
"I want to cum this way."
"Later."
Brian's free hand searches among the pillows for the necessary supplies. A frown temporarily replaces his look of ecstacy only to disappear as Justin places a condom and lube in his hand.
"Get me ready, little boy."
Justin rolls the condom over Brian's cock then lubes his well fucked hole. Brian holds his dick away from his body so that Justin can slip himself down around him. Slowly, inch by inch, Justin impales himself until his ass is full of his lover's cock and is nestled onto the dark soft pubes.
Justin remains unmoving, adjusting to the fullness, Brian bending his knees to support Justin's back. Justin leans back and begins to work his anal muscles, stroking Brian's shaft from within. Both men grunting, relishing in the feeling. Justin leans forward, Brian thrusts upward.
Resting back against Brian's bent legs, Justin again pumps the long rod inside him as his sweat drips. Almost frantically, Justin stretches out his arms in front of him, seeking his lover's touch. Brian's hands answers the call as he interlocks his fingers with Justin's.
"Open your eyes, Justin."
Justin struggles to comply. They gaze into each other's soul, physically and emotionally connected.
Minutes, hours go by, time has no meaning. Long hard cock completely imbedded into tight hot ass. Four hands tightly clasped.
As if by some unspoken but heard signal, Justin raises up, releasing the cock. He strips off the condom then realigns their cocks. Lubed with sweat and pre-cum, Justin starts to stroke both organs in ernest. Brian's hand joins him until they both stiffen and arch with balls drawing up.
The cocks erupt like a faithful geyser shooting waves of cum into the air, splashing on hard abdomens and bellies. The hands loosen their grip on the sensitive organs. The brunet drawing his blond down on to his chest, silently chuckling at the squish of their cum. The lovers lay sated, both thinking the same thought before they drift into a post coital nap. *Amaazzing!*
*122*
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9 PM The Loft
"Brian."
"Hmm?"
"We have to get up, we can't sleep here all night."
"Why not?"
"Well for one, the bed is way more comfortable."
"True."
"And we need a shower, I think we're glued together."
"Not such a bad thing."
"No it isn't but I have to get my stuff together for school tomorrow."
*drama queen sigh* "How very responsible of you. Okay, shower first then I'll rustle up a snack while you get your shit together."
One shower and a little petting later.
"Ugh, you're not going to try to get me to eat avocados and peanut butter are you?"
"NO, you get the bananas and peanut butter."
"Good. Bri, do you have to be at the office early?"
"No, why?"
"Do you think you can help me get this stuff to class, I think I ran out of hands."
"Sure, no problem."
"Thanks, you're the greatest."
"I know."
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11 PM Sunday night, in Bed
"Sunshine, I think we out did ourselves. This was a good weekend."
"I agree. No major drama queen moments and lots of fucking and sucking. My ass will need this week to recover."
"I lost count how many time we came."
"So far, you 14, me 17."
"You're keeping score?"
"Oh shit."
"Have something to tell me, Sunshine?"
"You'll get angry."
"I'll get even angrier if you don't tell me."
Taking a deep breathe, Justin recants the conversation he had with Jeremy the previous week, leaving out the details of the point system. Brian gets the gist of the bet and the situation.
"So this Brad person thought he could move here and take over, huh."
"Something like that. Jeremy said he was pretty pissed when he realized he couldn't establish his rep here. Your status as a stud is safe."
The boys become silent. Brian considers Justin's statement.
"Justin, does this stud thing really bother you?"
"That's difficult to answer."
"Try."
"There are many levels to the answer. On one level I'm proud to be with the best, that you chose me to spend the most time with, that I'm the only one you'll repeat. On another level it's sad that you had to become the stud to prove your self worth. You're an incredible man Brian, so smart, so brave. It hurts to think that with all your accomplishments it's the amount of tricks you've had that makes you feel proud. The sex is great, phenomenal even, but that's not the reason I want to be with you. Why I..."
"You can say it."
"Why I love you. If we were never able to have sex again, it wouldn't change the way I feel about you."
"So do you think you won the bet? We were hot and heavy Friday night and Saturday, but we slowed down today."
"I don't care about the fucking bet. It was stupid, foolish and a selfish thing to do. I don't need you to prove anything to me nor does Liberty Ave. I got angry at what Jeremy was saying about you and my mouth opened..."
"And you couldn't stop the flow of the verbal diarrhea that spewed forth."
"No."
"Don't sweat it. I'll let you in on a little secret. That Brad has a big mouth. I saw him at Woody's one night spewing his own shit about how studly he was on his own turf and how his twink would lay back and take all he would do without complaint. He kept droning on and on about all his tricks. Frankly it got me sick. I've learned my lesson, if I was to do a trick I certainly wouldn't rub your nose in it. And I don't want you to lay back and take it. You blow me away with your imagination. Sex with you is like a religious experience. It's the only time I truly know that god exists, cause only a god could have made you. And lastly, I'm... we're better looking than Brad and Jeremy. It's not important what anyone thinks only what you think. I value your opinion. We're partners, right?"
"Right."
"Good, now sleep, so you'll have the strength to haul your shit over to school tomorrow. How do I get myself roped into helping you out, you're young, you should be..."
"Shut up, old man. Sleep!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"I love you too, Brian."
"Yeah." *grumble* *snore*
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7:30 AM Monday morning, The Loft
"Rise and shine, Justin."
"Hey; mmm, something smells good."
"Thank you."
"The coffee, you vain asshole."
"I'm wounded, Sunshine."
"Aww, let me kiss it and make it better. Besides I have to thank you."
"For what?"
"This weekend, for not blowing your stack when you learned about the bet, for being my stud, for helping with my shit."
"That's a lot of thanking; think you're up to it."
"Oh, I'm up."
"Then you best get to it."
Brian hands Justin the lube and a condom. Justin rips open the packet and as he's about to roll it onto Brian, Brian smiles, grabs a pillow and rolls onto his belly. Justin's smile becomes 100 watts as he rolls the condom on his achingly hard cock. Using a generous amount of lube, Justin prepares Brian then positions himself.
As Justin pushes past the first ring of muscle he waits for Brian to adjust to the intrusion. He hears Brian's request.
"Hard and fast Justin, want to feel you all day long."
Fueled by Brian's desires Justin fucks his lover into the mattress.
Knowing that at this pace they would both climax quickly, Brian arches up to reach his leaking cock. A pale hand swats Brian away with a loud growl and a "mine." Justin's hand takes hold of Brian's cock, squeezing and pumping as Brian's ass is assaulted by the little blond stud.
Both men cum with loud grunts then collapse in to the sheets. Panting, Brian manages to speak.
"Sunshine, you can thank me anytime ."
A very unstudly giggle is all that Justin could manage. *+50!*
"Come on stud, let's get going."
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9:45 AM Monday morning, PIFA
"That's the last of it, thanks Brian."
"Anytime Sunshine; you gonna need help hauling this stuff back home?"
"No, most of it stays, it's for a small student show."
"Oh."
"You want to come? It's really for students but we can invite a guest."
"When is it?"
"Tonight, at 7PM."
"I can do that."
As Justin reaches up on his toes to plant a discrete kiss on Brian's lips, the lovers hear a cough behind them.
"Hi ya Justin."
"Morning Jeremy. You remember..."
"Brian, sure I do. What are you doing here? Slumming, gonna audit a class?"
"Sounds like fun but alas just doing my partner-like duty, helping my little stud with his stuff. Justin, baby, I gotta go; got to ream out Theodore about an account."
"What happened?"
"Nothing; I occasionally rip him a new to keep him alert."
"Ah, later, Bri."
"Later, lover."
The twinks watch the #1 stud saunter to his car and ride off in a flurry of noise and dust.
"Justin, what with all that lover, baby shit? He sounds like a nelly-ass bottom."
"Oh he gets gooey sometimes when I top him."
"You?? You topped him?"
"Yeah this morning."
"Shit, so what was your total?"
"Only 172, we didn't do much yesterday."
"172! Fuck me! Your stud wins."
"Really? By how much?"
"By 82."
"82? You mean you only scored...?"
"90."
"90? Was Brad sick? You should have called me, we didn't have to go through with the bet."
"He wasn't sick."
"Um, we better get to class."
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7:30 PM Monday night, PIFA
"You made it!"
"Yeah, sorry I'm late, last minute meeting."
"Did it go well?"
"Yup, all signed, sealed and delivered."
"Great! Want to see my stuff?"
"Of course."
As the legend and his little blond stud stand before Justin's sketches and paintings discussing the work, Brad and Jeremy slink up behind them.
"Kinney, did you hear what our twinks cooked up this past weekend? My boy said I got close to triple digits."
"Did you now, congratulations."
"I was kind of pissed, seems a little unfair to have a contest."
"Oh, why?"
"You gotta be five years older than me and you don't have all of your original equipment."
"His equipment works just fine!"
"How cute, the twink defends his stud."
Justin is aware that Brian is now becoming annoyed. The jaw tightens, Brian rising up to his full height. Gently, Justin snakes his arm around Brian's waist, insinuating himself under Brian's arm, shifting Brian's attention to Justin rather than on the confrontational would be usurper. Justin feels Brian's tension slowly diffuse.
"So Jeremy, what were the scores?"
"Uh, um."
"Speak up, tell him Jeremy. He told me about the point system, I checked the score myself."
"Point system?"
"Ha, I see your twink is keeping secrets. Yeah, they had a point system. 10 every time we topped, including tricks; 5 for a blow job, us cumming of course, and 3 if we blew them."
"Only 3."
"Hey he cums when I fuck him, it's all about us, right?"
"Right; go on."
"4 for a rim job."
"We agreed to double the score if you came while you rimmed me."
"I hate to rim but I guess some fags like it."
"Some."
"Oh and 50 points if the twinks topped, as if that would ever happen."
With that statement Jeremy begins to choke on his own spit, Justin blushes beet red and Brian's smirk turns into a beaming smile as he quickly adds up their score. Brian lets out a roar of laughter as he gathers his startled twink up in his arms, swinging him around nearly knocking Brad and Jeremy off their feet.
Treated to the Sunshine smile, the lovers blurt out in unison, "172!"
Planting Justin's feet firmly on the floor, the stud and his boy head for the loft to celebrate their victory in true Brian and Justin style, determined to surpass the current score.
Forever young, forever the studs!
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