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Brian didn't contact BB for a couple of days. He never even looked to see if he was logged on. Instead Brian worked trying to fix the colossal mess Bob and Brad had made of the vitamin account.

He went to his mailbox once, still not receiving his supplements and seeing nothing of his phantom blond. He seemed to be inundated with blonds these days, but none of them gave him any satisfaction.

He had made contact with another hustler service. That had been a barrel of laughs. When he had told them his requirements, there had been a long pause. He hadn't liked that at all. It had been extremely hard for him to admit that he was in a wheelchair and needed somebody that wouldn't freak out over that. He also made it clear that he wanted no repeats and no names. All the trick would get was the address and a description of the acts he was required to perform. Brian explained that usually he wanted a blowjob, but sometimes he might want more. He would indicate what he wanted when he called.

Brian was expecting someone from the agency at ten o'clock. Meanwhile he was finishing up some adjustments to the set of ads he had come up with for the chewable vitamins. He had finally scrapped everything Bob and Brad had done and come up with a new idea. He really needed to get Ryder to employ some better help. He wondered if Bob and Brad were related to Marty. There had to be some reason he had kept them around this long.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door. He glanced at the time on the computer. It was 9:47. He had told that fucking agency to be punctual not early. And how the fuck did this guy get up to his door? This was supposed to be a secure building.

"Come in!" Brian barked. "It's open."

He continued to finish what he was doing on the computer. The goddam hustler could wait since apparently he hadn't learned to tell time yet.

Brian heard the loft door slide back. There was silence after that.

"Good," Brian thought, "at least he knows enough to keep his mouth shut."

"Excuse me," a soft voice said.

"Just a minute," Brian responded in a tone brooking no question. There was silence again.

After he finished the detail he was working on, Brian flipped through a few screens on the computer just to make the hustler wait. Finally he turned his head. His breath caught in his throat at the vision that stood by the counter. He felt his groin twist and his cock start to rise. He cleared his throat trying to gain some control.

"You're early," he managed to say at last.

"What?" the beautiful blond asked frowning.

"Never mind," Brian said. He looked the young man up and down. His cock definitely liked what it saw. "Do you always bring your shopping with you?" Brian asked noting the package that the blond held in his hands.

"Excuse me?" blondie asked, another frown creasing his forehead. "I think you…"

"Put the package on the counter, pick up your money and get to work," Brian interrupted him.

"You seem to have the wrong idea," the blond stated.

"I do?"

"I brought this for you," blondie said extending the package.

"Hustlers don't usually bring gifts to their clients," Brian stated with a sneer and wheeled himself out from behind the computer desk. He saw the blond's eyes get very large as the wheelchair registered. Fuck! He thought he had warned the service to prepare the trick ahead of time.

"Hustler? I … I'm your neighbor, Justin Taylor. I live downstairs."

"My neighbor?"

"Yeah, somebody left this package at my door. I heard you yell at the delivery man the other night, so I knew you lived up here. This package is for Brian Kinney. That's you, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Brian wheeled over to the blond and took the package. He watched Justin Taylor's reaction to the wheelchair. After the initial surprise Brian couldn't detect pity or fear. That surprised him.

"I think they somehow got our apartments mixed up," Justin said.

"It's my supplements," Brian noted aloud as he read the return address on the package.

"Vitamins?"

"Yeah," Brian said defensively.

"Let me know if they're any good. My mother's always ragging on me about what I eat and supplementing it with vitamins."

Brian snorted. "I'll write you a review."

"I better get out of your way," Justin said turning to leave.

"Wait," Brian said impulsively. He knew this was the blond he had been catching glimpses of. He didn't want him to get away now that he had finally got a look at him, and quite a look he provided. "Thanks for bringing this up."

"No problem," Justin said with a dazzling smile. Brian felt his cock jump to attention. He squirmed in his chair. "It's kind of nice to meet someone else who lives here. It's not exactly the friendliest place I've ever seen."

"Want to do coffee?" Brian asked intending to be snarky, but it didn't really sound that way.

"That would be nice," Justin said with another radiant smile.

Just at that moment there was the sound of the buzzer indicating someone was downstairs. Brian wheeled over to answer it. Justin watched him.

"Yeah," Brian said into the intercom.

"I'm from the service," a male voice replied. That was what Brian had told them to say.

Brian hesitated. He would like to spend more time with Justin. In fact there were a lot of things he would like to do with and to Justin Taylor.

"I'll get out of your way," Justin said graciously. "It was nice meeting you."

"You too," Brian replied and he actually meant it. "Top floor," he said into the intercom.

Justin walked out of the loft. Brian watched the luscious looking ass disappear down the stairs. He groaned audibly. This guy from the service better be good.

A minute or two later his "date" appeared. The guy was all right looking. He had a well developed chest that would be nice to run his hands over. Too bad he wasn't blond. He had dark hair that was a little oily looking, not like Justin's flowing locks. His mouth looked firm and inviting but not as lush as the one that had just left. He smiled which was nice, but not as nice as another smile he had just witnessed. No looks of loathing or pity. That was good. His ass was as flat as a board. A much, much better ass had just disappeared down the stairs. Brian shook his head. What the hell was he thinking?

"Money's on the counter," Brian said staring at the young man.

The guy picked up the cash. "What do you want first?"

"Start with a blowjob," Brian stated. "We'll see how that goes."

"Want me naked?" the guy asked.

"Yeah," Brian said as he pulled the loft door closed.

By the time Brian turned his chair around, the guy stood naked in front of him. He was quite well endowed, but not as good as Brian. Brian wondered what the blond had hidden inside his jeans.

"Ahh," he groaned. The hustler already had his dick in his mouth.

The guy was no slouch. He knew what he was doing. Brian slid down in his chair allowing the familiar and welcome feelings to engulf him. As his orgasm built he found himself picturing the blond, Justin, on his knees in front of him. His hand reached out to touch the blond hair, to feel its texture and to allow it to sift through his fingers. The heat in his groin continued to grow. The tongue on his slit came out of that mouth that smiled so radiantly at him.

And then he was coming, again and again and again. He slumped even lower in his chair as he finished shooting. He felt Justin suck the last of his essence from his dick. He sighed in contentment. His hand reached out and pulled the blond up so he could kiss those full lips. As he began the kiss, he felt a reluctance on Justin's part and opened his eyes.

It wasn't Justin. He broke the kiss. It was the hustler smiling at him like he had just done something wonderful. Fuck! He had been so sure… He was losing his fucking mind.

"That was a good one," the hustler grinned, "but I'm not into kissing."

"Me either," Brian stated. "At least not with you," he thought.

"Want to fuck me?" the hustler asked.

"That's what I'm paying you for," Brian said curtly.

The hustler blinked but didn't take the bait. "Where?" he asked resuming his all professional veneer.

"Up there," Brian said pointing to the bedroom.

"Um … do you know how we'll do this?"

Brian groaned inwardly. "Of course I do. Get moving." He suddenly wanted this to be over.

Brian wheeled up the ramp and began removing his clothes. He levered himself onto the bed. The hustler watched him apparently fascinated by how Brian did things. That ticked Brian off. He stretched out on his back noting that his cock no longer seemed to be responding to this guy. Maybe he should try thinking about the blond. Shit!

"Get me hard!" Brian ordered bluntly.

The hustler climbed onto the bed with Brian. He began by sucking on his nipples, nipping and squeezing, all the typical stuff. Brian closed his eyes and envisioned that ass going down the stairs. He could feel his cock stiffening.

The hustler whispered, "Yeah, that's it," apparently pleased with himself for what was happening.

Brian felt the hustler's mouth on his dick. He had to remember it was this guy, but it was so much easier to imagine it was the blond … Justin. He had to remember that name. He kept his eyes closed and let his mind take him where his body didn't seem to want to go.

"You're hard," the hustler said.

"I fucking know that," Brian barked. He didn't need to be told and he didn't like having his little fantasy interrupted. "Ride it!" he ordered.

He heard the condom package being ripped open and then rolled on his dick. He kept his eyes closed willing the blond to come back and pleasure him. He felt Justin's hand lube his cock. He wished he could give the blond a good rimming before they did this, but his fantasy didn't extend that far.

"Hold it still," a soft voice whispered.

He almost whispered, "Justin," in response, but he caught himself. He held his dick pointing straight up and felt the hustler straddle him and then lower himself onto it. He let out a breath as Justin sat down. He was fully inside that ass. He felt the first up and down movement and groaned in satisfaction. It had been a while since he had done this. His mind was on overload. He loved the feel of a warm, tight ass. He loved the friction, the tension and release. He could picture Justin bouncing above him and he was coming and coming and coming.

He felt the hustler jerk off a couple of times and then shoot his load. Shit! It shouldn't be him. It should be Justin. He opened his eyes and looked at the hustler. He was still sitting on Brian's now deflated dick, cum on his own chest and some on Brian's. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open.

"Hey!" Brian said. The eyes came open with a start.

"That was fucking fantastic for a…" the hustler stopped himself before he said cripple.

"Cripple," Brian said glaring at him. "Get off me," he ordered."

The hustler shifted and stood up. "Can I take a shower? I got a little wet," he half giggled.

"Wear it proudly," Brian said sarcastically. "Get out."

"What?"

"You heard me. Now!" Brian shouted at him.

The hustler began to move away grabbing some tissues from the nightstand to wipe himself off. Brian was sure he heard the word asshole but he let it go. He didn't want an argument. He just wanted the guy gone.

"Close the door behind you," Brian yelled when the hustler disappeared from view. A minute or two later he heard it slam shut. "That went really well," Brian muttered to himself.

He lay back on the bed and used a tissue to clean himself up. Somehow he had managed to have sex with one guy while fantasizing about another, and pissing both of them off. If it wasn't so pathetic it would be funny. He needed a shower, a good long one where he could do some serious thinking and get his house in order.

Hours later Brian was once again in bed. He had run the scenes from tonight through his head until he thought his brain would explode. All that managed to do was make him more confused. The hustler had been a good fuck. He did everything that Brian had requested, had even tried to compliment him. But, and it was a big but, Brian had had to dream about the blond from downstairs in order to get it up and get through what should have been a pleasurable experience. What the fuck did that mean? What was he going to do about Justin? Where had everything come undone?

If he had to admit it, it was when Justin fucking Taylor had walked through the loft door. And what was he going to do about that? Absolutely nothing. He couldn't take that chance. He couldn't bear it if the blond turned him down. He was screwed, and he knew it.

He hauled himself out of his bed and went to the computer. He might as well see if his other blond was online. With any luck at all he could piss him off too. Three for three must be some kind of record.

Sure enough BB was there. Brian requested an IM.

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BB: Hey

PP: Hey back. That's not up to your usual greeting. Weren't you waiting for me?

BB: Sure.

PP: What's wrong?

BB: Nothing.

PP: You don't sound like yourself.

BB: And how would you know what I sound like?

PP: Testy, aren't you?

BB: Fuck off!

PP: Christ, what's eating your ass?

BB: Not the person I want to.

PP: Snort! It must be young love.

BB: In case you didn't hear me the first time, fuck off!

PP: Why are you talking to me if you're in such a bad mood?

BB: Beats me.

PP: Why don't you just tell me what's going on?

BB: I met someone tonight.

PP: Isn't that a good thing?

BB: Not when he's not the least bit interested.

PP: Then fuck him!

BB: I'd like to.

PP: But he's not interested?

BB: Not so you'd notice.

PP: What happened?

BB: Let's just say he was more interested in someone else than me.

PP: And you want a relationship?

BB: I just fucking met him. I don't know what I want. He didn't give me the time of day.

PP: Then forget him.

BB: Easy for you to say.

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Not so easy. Brian thought about the blond downstairs. He might like to get to know him, but that would never happen. He wasn't prepared to take the chance.

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PP: So what are you going to do?

BB: Don't know. What do you suggest?

PP: I'm the last person you should be asking about this.

BB: Why? Don't you have someone in your life?

PP: No, and I don't want anyone.

BB: That's sad.

PP: Fuck you too. That's my choice.

BB: You're right. I should keep my opinions to myself.

PP: I didn't mean that exactly.

BB: So should I try to forget this guy?

PP: I would. (If only he could. He'd keep working on doing just that.)

BB: I'm not sure I can.

PP: You have two choices as far as I can tell - forget him or go after him. Or maybe a third - keep on whining.

BB: Fuck you. I don't whine. I was just asking for your fucking opinion.

PP: Sounded like whining to me.

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The screen indicated that BB had terminated the chat. He was gone. Brian snorted. Three for three at pissing people off! That was a record even for him.

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