Sore/Don't Touch
Brian's POV
He's exhausted, collapsed, fell asleep like a little boy. My man, my beautiful blond angel.
My recovery is taking time and taking its toll, although he'd never complain. I feel broken, imperfect, no longer the stud. I want him, he always excites me, turns me on like no other, but I'm afraid. Afraid he'd think me grotesque; irrational but true. Afraid he won't want me. I won't let him touch me.
He decided to prove to me his unwavering devotion. We made love. Yeah, I said it, we made love or rather he did. He fucked me over and over and over again, all night long. Until he collapsed just as the sun streamed through the windows.
He whispered his words of love, grunted his words of love, screamed them as he came, as he made me cum. I didn't think it possible that I had that much in me. Thought the radiation dried it all up. Funny what goes through your head sometimes.
I didn't want him to touch me, to blow me. I didn't want his mouth to touch me. He said I was being ridiculous but I couldn't help it. I know I can't pass this on to him, I'm not glowing but the thought of that sweet face touching my...I couldn't.
He didn't argue for a change, didn't touch me. No, that's not true, he did touch me but not in the usual way.
Normally his hands and mouth would be all over me, exploring my body like a blind man exploring a new braille book. This time, our first time, I couldn't bear his touch, I can barely touch myself. Can't look at it, the ugly scar that reminds me of my imperfection, my disease, my mortality; no longer young and beautiful.
Rumors, the rumors are running rampant on Liberty. The stud is gone, the stud is dead, the stud has AIDS, the stud got castrated by a jilted trick, the stud is impotent, the stud needs Viagra. The stud no longer feels like a stud.
So the stud's boy did the only thing he knew how to do, did all the work.
He kissed me everywhere except there. Touched me in places that were usually overlooked. He did maddening things to my belly button, got off on my knees, and what the boy could do to my toes; he definitely has a foot fetish.
Then he rolled me over. Now this is my job, my realm, but the former stud is feeling, dare I say it, vulnerable. So over I went.
He touched me. My shoulders, so tight with tension, he made it his mission to relieve the tension, massaged the muscles, telling me to let it go. He worked his way down. He bypassed my ass and landed on my feet, again that fetish of his. I thought I was only one who got off on toes, his toes, so cute when they curl as he cums. But he did delicious things to my feet. Then he worked his way up and went straight for my ass.
No hesitation, no stalling for my permission. He didn't ask, he took, like he has the right, he took my ass. Again and again and again. Slow at first, its been a while then faster, rougher. Gentle when I moaned, harder when I groaned. He ate it, spanked it, kissed it, licked it, sucked it, loved it. Made me cum too many times to count. God, my ass is sore and no...
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Justin's POV
Touching! God, I'm tired. What I have to do to convince this stubborn man that I love him and nothing will change that. How could he think that having a ball cut off would change that, Mr. I'm no longer perfect Kinney. Well fuck him and they call me a tenacious twat. Fuck him, fuck you Brian!
I did fuck him, made love to him. I lost count how many times but I did and I made him cum without touching him. Well without touching the part of him that seems to offend him. The part that has the men of Liberty jumping, kneeling before him, bending over backwards for him. Now even I don't get to touch it. But that's okay for now. The Silver Fox told me to give it time, just not let him get so low that even I can't reach him. So I did the only thing I could think of, I fucked him.
I started out slow, he's still recovering, mentally if not physically; then rougher and harder when he wanted, gently when he needed it. God, I came buckets, so did he.
I had to make him hear me, make him understand that this is for keeps, that a little thing like losing a ball would not change my feelings for him. So I made it my mission to convince him.
I think I got through. I know I got through to that fine ass of his. He's got to be sore; my dick is sore and I'm so tired. I'm not as studly as he is. I don't think I want my dick to be touched, it's worn out.
Sleep, we both need...
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Brian's POV
Sleep. God, that felt good. Fucking the night away, sleeping the day away. My little stud is stirring, stretching that smooth perfect body of his. Okay, I'll shut up about that. He'd say he's not perfect. His hand. I guess no one is perfect, not even me.
I could argue the point with him but why bother. He'd just run down a list of imperfections that we all have, so why waste the time. He is beautiful and he still wants me, I'll leave it at that, for now.
Christ, I'm sore, bet he is too. He worked that beautiful cock of his, worked it long and hard, pun intended. Maybe I can show him some appreciation, maybe I can...
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Justin's POV
Touch; oh shit, he's touching me. Oh god, my dick is so sore. I think I fucked it raw. But his mouth on my cock is so good. I can't stop him, I, oh yeah, touch me Brian...
"Fuck me Brian!"
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Brian's POV
I can do this, do this for him, I can...
"FUCK, Justin!"
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Both
"Shit, Justin, I'm so sore."
"Yeah, so am I, can we not touch for a while?"
"Yeah."
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Brian's POV
He slips his arms around me, puts his head on my chest and is fast asleep again. He smells wonderful, feels wonderful in my arms. Maybe later, maybe he can touch me.
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Justin's POV
Mmm, this is where I belong, where I need to be, in his arms. The smell of sex, his smell mixed with mine. So sleepy, so sore. I'll touch later, I know I can touch him.
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