A Dinner to
Remember
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Justin opened the
door. A feeling of dread overwhelmed
him. He entered the loft, fearing
that something was very wrong.
Brian, he
called. There was no
answer.
Justin felt his breath catch in his
throat. He tried to take a breath,
but it wouldnt come. He
gasped, and turned around to run.
Behind him was the open loft door, suddenly filled by a looming figure
holding a baseball bat. As Justin
stepped back in fear, the figure stepped forward into the loft, raising the
baseball bat as he advanced. It
was Chris Hobbs.
No!! Justin screamed, as the
bat was swung at his head.
Justin!
Justin! the voice demanded.
No, no, Justin
moaned.
Arms gathered him in and
squeezed. A voice said softly,
Wake up, Justin. Its
all right. Youre
dreaming.
Justins eyes fluttered open, and he
looked around, confused.
What?
Where am I? he stammered.
Brian held him tightly and said, In
the loft, in bed, with me. You
were dreaming. Its all
right.
Brian? Justin said, and threw
his arms around Brians neck.
Are you really here?
Yes.
What was it? What scared you?
Justin shook his head, not wanting to put
the dream into words.
Tell
me. Youll feel better
if you get it out. What was
the dream? You havent
had one of these for a long time.
Please, tell me, Justin.
Justin held on to Brians
neck. He still felt like he
could barely breathe, just like the
dream. But Brian was here
now. He would protect
him. He had to calm
down.
Justin!
Talk to me. Tell me what
happened, Brian urged.
Chris Hobbs, Justin finally
said.
Shit!
Is that fucking creep still lurking in your
head?
Justin
nodded. He was here in
the loft with a baseball bat, and I couldnt find
you! Justin
shuddered.
Im here now, and theres
no Chris Hobbs.
I know, Justin said, relaxing
his grip on Brians neck a little
bit. I thought I was over these
nightmares. I havent had one for
months. Why
now? He
sighed.
Did something bad happen that triggered
it? Brian asked.
I dont think
so.
Theres probably
something. Think
back.
Justin frowned, and Brian could see that
he was replaying events, looking for something that might have caused the
nightmare. He shook his
head. Nothing was coming to
him.
Its all right, Brian
said. Do you think you
can go back to sleep?
If you hold me, Justin
sighed.
Brian rolled Justin onto his side and snuggled
up against his back. He wrapped
his arms around the boys chest, rubbing gently.
Feels good, Justin said, starting
to feel sleepy. I wish
I could sleep like this every night.
You can, Brian
stated.
Not after tomorrow, Justin yawned,
holding on to Brians hand a little tighter.
Oh, said Brian, remembering his
business trip to Boston.
Youre not worried about being here alone, are
you?
I dont think so, said
Justin. But ...
But what?
In the dream I came into the loft and
you werent here. Then
Chris Hobbs was in the doorway.
You dont think that could be it, do
you? That Im afraid to
be here without you?
I dont
know. Maybe, Brian
said.
They were silent, each thinking about what
this meant. Justin couldnt
believe he could be such a baby about being alone that it would cause the
nightmare. Brian wondered if
his trip was the cause of Justins bad
dream. Maybe he shouldnt
go, if it was such a worry to Justin.
Brian heard a whispered warning in his head.
It was a long time before either of them
slept.
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The next morning Justin tried to downplay
the nightmare. He knew Brian
had been planning this trip for days. The company had a good shot at acquiring an important
new client. Brian would be able
to swing the deal. He was very
good at that kind of thing. Justin
didnt want to mess this up for Brian.
Brian came out of the shower and Justin handed
him a glass of guava juice.
Ive been
thinking. Maybe I shouldnt
go to Boston. I could get Gardner
to go instead, Brian began.
Brian, Ill be all
right. Im not going to
freak out, just because youre
gone. It was only a dream,
Justin tried to convince him.
It was a nightmare, and I dont
want to leave you.
Ill be fine, and this is important
to the company.
But youre more
important.
Thanks for the offer, but you cant
stay with me every minute for the rest of our
lives.
Id like
to.
Justin
smiled. You are such an
old softie! I love you so much,
but you are going on your trip.
Are you sure? Brian asked, not
convinced.
Im
sure. Ill be fine while
youre gone. We could have
phone sex both nights. He
batted his eyes at Brian.
Its only for two days, and we still have tonight before
you go.
Lets do something special,
Brian said.
Want me to make a special dinner?
Justin volunteered.
No, Im taking you
out.
Okay.
Where?
Its a
surprise. Be here at seven,
and Ill show you.
Its a date, Justin
grinned.
Brian rolled his
eyes. Date, he
said.
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Justin wasnt sure where they were going,
so he didnt know how to dress. He tried several combinations of jeans, slacks, shirts
and sweaters. He didnt
want to get too dressed up, because he was sure Brian would have told him
if there was a dress code. He
didnt want to be too casual, because he was hoping this would be a
nice place. He was looking forward to his date, even if
Brian still rebelled at calling it that.
He finally decided on charcoal grey pinstripe trousers, and a dove-grey
sweater. He hoped this would
be appropriate.
Brian arrived at seven, and pronounced Justin
to be dazzling. He rushed him
out to the Jeep, refusing to say where they were
going. The traffic was quite
light, and they seemed to be making good time, heading
downtown. Suddenly Brian pulled into a McDonald's restaurant, and
stopped the Jeep.
Justin looked at Brian, disbelief in his
eyes. This is it?
he finally asked. This
is the special dinner?
Brian smiled his most angelic smile, and
said, I never have junk food, and I know you like
it. So I thought wed splurge
in fast food heaven here. What
do you think?
Sure, if thats what you want,
Justin said, obviously disappointed.
You know, you told me when we got back
together that you were going to speak your
mind. You werent just
going to take my crap and say nothing.
Do you remember?
I do, said Justin, wondering
what the Hell Brian was talking about.
So?
What do you mean, so? Justin
asked.
Do you want to go to this crap emporium
for dinner?
No, I dont! Justin said
emphatically.
Then speak up! Brian goaded
him.
I dont want to have dinner
here. Cant you come up
with anything better? Justin challenged.
Hmm, Brian
said. I bet I can, now
that I know that you want something
better. His eyes twinkled
with mischief. Our reservation
is for 7:30. I didnt want
to be early, since the traffic was so light, so I thought Id tease
you a bit.
Justin swatted
him.
Asshole! Quit messing
with my mind! This reservation
better be for something good, or Im going to make you pay big time,
Justin said, trying to look serious.
Brian
smirked. I was thinking
of making you pay later. This
place isnt cheap.
And how were you planning to make me
pay. I already owe you
thousands, Justin groaned.
I didnt mean to bring up
money. I was thinking of taking
it out in trade, he said, looking lustfully at
Justin.
Justin
giggled. Youll have
to wait till we get home.
Not necessarily, Brian said
enigmatically.
Not here, Brian, Justin said,
looking around.
Hell
no! I dont eat at McDonalds,
why would I want to fuck here?
Justin looked
relieved. Brian started the
car, and they continued downtown.
Brian turned into a street of very large old houses, probably once
considered mansions. He found
a parking space on the street and got
out. Justin wasnt sure
what was going on. This looked
like a residential area. He
wondered if Brian was playing another trick on
him. He got out of the Jeep,
and followed Brian up the street.
Brian stopped about four houses up, and took Justins
hand. He started up the sidewalk
to the front door.
Above the door, Justin saw a small sign,
Emiles.
Is this a restaurant? he asked
Brian.
Brian rang the bell, and the door was immediately
opened by a middle aged man in an impeccable
tuxedo. He must have been very
handsome when he was young, because he could still take your breath
away.
Good evening, Brian, he said
in welcome.
Emile, Brian said, shaking his
hand. You look splendid
as always.
Emile
smiled. And who is your
companion for the evening?
This is Justin
Taylor. Justin, Emile,
Brian said, introducing them.
They shook
hands. Would you like
me to show Mr. Taylor around, before I take you to your table? Emile
asked.
Brian looked at Justin, who
nodded. Call me Justin,
please.
Certainly,
Justin. Come this
way. He led them over to a door on one side of the
hallway. It opened into a green
room that ran the length of that side of the
house. There were perhaps twenty
tables, all full of diners. The room was extravagant in every
respect. The carpet was dark
green, and beyond plush. The
walls were pale green silk, covered with paintings that Justin recognized,
the artist if not that particular piece.
They looked real. There
were chandeliers on the ceiling, antiques along the walls, fine crystal and
china. Opulent was the word that came to mind.
Emile then took them across the hall to the
doorway of what he called the Bronze
Room. It was a little
smaller, about twelve tables, but each with more
privacy. Banquettes with high
backs divided each table from its
neighbors. Everything was bronze,
beige and black, with large bronze statues situated throughout the
room. Some looked to be art deco, but Justin thought a few were
very old.
All these tables seemed to be filled
too. Justin wondered where they
would be put.
Emile said, How do you like the decor
so far, Justin?
Magnificent, he said, eliciting
a broad smile from Emile.
You have a wonderful art collection.
Why, thank
you. Are you interested in
art? Emile asked.
Im a student at PIFA, Justin
said.
Hes very talented, Brian
said, smiling at him.
Justin almost burst with
pride. He wasnt sure that
he had ever heard Brian say that to anyone before, although he knew Brian
liked his work and thought he was good.
Ah, Emile said, then you will understand that I am very proud of my collection.
Its wonderful! Justin complimented him.
Brian never ceased to be amazed at how easily
Justin handled social situations.
He always seemed to know the right thing to say and
do. Brian could tell he had
captivated Emile already.
Well gentlemen, let me show you to
your table, Emile said, starting up the
stairs. Brian and Justin
followed. On the landing above
there were four doors. Emile
opened the first one and stood back for Brian and Justin to
enter. I hope you will
have a lovely evening and everything will be to your
satisfaction.
They both said, Thank you, and
Emile closed the door as he left.
Justin looked
around. The room had probably
been a bedroom at one time. It
had a soft Oriental carpet on the floor, a fireplace on one wall, a table
beautifully set for two and an antique chaise along the side
wall.
We have the whole room to ourselves?
Justin asked.
Brian
nodded. Want some wine?
he asked, an open bottle visible in the cooler by the
table.
Sure, Justin
said.
Brian poured wine into two beautiful crystal
goblets, then took them to the chaise and sat
down. Justin joined
him. They toasted to a lovely evening, and kissed
lingeringly.
Wont the waiter be in soon?
Justin asked, coming up for air.
He wont come until I push the
buzzer over there to summon him, Brian said, pointing to a button near
the fireplace.
Really? said
Justin.
We have absolute privacy until we want
the food delivered. Ive
already chosen the menu when I made the
reservation.
Wow!
This is quite a place.
You havent seen the half of
it, Brian said.
Justins eyes got
bigger.
Want to have appetizers? Brian
asked.
Sure.
Im hungry.
Youre always hungry! Brian
said, pushing the buzzer.
They drank some more wine, until there was
a gentle knock at the door.
Come in, said
Brian.
Good evening, said the
waiter. He wheeled in a cart
containing two covered dishes and a silver basket containing various
breads. He set the bread and
plates on the table, and turned to wheel the cart
out. If you require anything
else, or when you are ready for the next course, please ring, he
said.
Thanks, Carlos, Brian said, as
the waiter left.
You know him? Justin
asked.
I bring business clients here a lot,
but usually to the main rooms
downstairs. Occasionally Ive been
upstairs. Lets
eat.
They moved to the table and lifted the
covers. Justin looked at the
shell-shaped dish. It had six
indentations, each containing something.
Are these escargots? Justin
asked.
Yes.
Have you ever had them? Brian asked.
No.
Are they good?
Try them.
Justin popped one into his
mouth. It was succulent, very
garlicky and absolutely delicious.
Mmm, Justin said.
They are scrumptious!
Im glad you like them,
Brian said, eating his own.
When they were finished Brian moved back
to the chaise, and Justin again joined him.
This is great. Justin
said.
Want to dance? Brian
asked.
Theres no music, Justin
observed.
I can fix
that. Brian flipped open
a panel on the little table next to the
chaise. He pushed a button,
and a slow romantic song began to play. Brian pulled Justin into his arms, and they moved together
to the music. He leaned down
and kissed Justin. They continued
to sway to the music, bodies welded together.
God, Brian, well never get through
dinner if you keep this up.
Justin was breathing heavily.
Brians hand was on his
crotch.
I think you need a little relief,
Brian said. He pushed Justin
down on the chaise, and stretched his legs out, leaving space for him to
kneel between them. He unzipped
Justins fly, and pulled out the straining
cock. Justin moaned at Brians
touch.
Easy, young fella, Brian
said. Im just getting
started.
Brian ran his tongue up one side of
Justins cock and down the other.
Justin groaned. Brian
placed his mouth over the tip of Justins cock, and sucked the precum
into his mouth. He used his
tongue to spread it up and down the
shaft. Justins head fell
back against the chaise arm. Brian
looked up at him; his eyes were partially closed and his mouth was
open. Brian placed his lips
around the tip again and pulled gently.
Justin gasped. Brian
gradually took all of the engorged shaft down his
throat. He buried his nose in
Justins pubic hair, and rolled his balls with his
fingers. Justin moaned his
pleasure.
Brian began moving his lips up and down the
shaft, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the
speed. Justins hips began
to push up, fucking Brians face.
Brian stayed still and let Justin do the work for a
while. His mouth accepted each
thrust, sucking at the cock as it
withdrew. Justins movements
became more frantic. Brian sucked
harder and squeezed Justins balls.
Oh, gaaawwwd, Brian, he gasped,
as he shot into Brians throat.
Brian swallowed it all, then sat down on the chaise with Justin, cradling
him and kissing him softly. Justin
was panting, eyes closed, body limp. He lay like that for a few minutes.
That was fantastic! he
sighed. Who needs
food?
Brian kissed
him. We
do. The food is fabulous and
Ive already paid for it.
Justin smiled at
him. Okay. Next course,
he said, zipping up his pants.
Brian pushed the buzzer, and they sat back
sipping wine. The knock on the
door signaled the arrival of the next
course. They moved over to the
table after Carlos cleared the used
dishes. He had replaced them
with new covered ones. They
lifted the covers to reveal salmon in a maple sauce, baby roast potatoes
and green beans. It was absolutely
delicious. Even Brian ate all
of his.
That was great! Justin
said. Are we having
dessert?
I ordered
some. Do you want it
now? Brian
asked.
What time do we have to be out of
here?
Midnight,
why?
I thought we might work off a few calories
before we indulge in more.
Did you
now? What did you have in
mind?
A little more dancing, a tango, if
we can get the right music.
Brian nodded. In
the nude, Justin added.
Ive never tangoed in the
nude. Brian shook his
head and smiled.
Lets try it.
They quickly disrobed and Brian pushed buttons,
until he found a tango. They
embraced in the traditional tango stance, and then started to move, tentatively
at first, but feeling the tempo of the
music. Justin led, being the
better dancer, but occasionally Brian tipped him back, showing his
dominance. They rubbed their
crotches together, legs intertwining.
They giggled and kissed, and cursed a bit as toes were stepped
on. Both had swollen lips and
serious hard-ons by the end of the song.
That was fun, Brian laughed,
kissing Justin passionately.
I dont think well be winning
any tango contests in the near future, but it was
fun. Justin looked at
Brians bouncing cock, and said, Your
turn. He led Brian over
to the chaise. Kneel on
it, he said.
Brian asked, What are you going to
do?
A rimming job that youll never
forget, Justin bragged.
Brian looked at
him. He did love to be rimmed,
but rarely allowed Justin to take it further and top
him. Maybe tonight,
he thought. Just a
minute, he said. He went
over to a little cupboard and pulled out a
sheet. We wouldnt
want to ruin Emiles antique, he said, throwing the sheet over
the chaise. He knelt on top
of it, resting his arms and head on the back of the
chaise. His ass was offered
up in all its glory.
Justin giggled. This place does have
everything.
Brian twitched his ass
temptingly. Justin leaned over
him and kissed the back of his neck.
His fully erect penis rubbed against Brians ass, and Brian
moaned.
Youre really ready, Justin
observed.
He raked his fingers down Brians chest,
as he leaned over him. At the
same time his tongue followed Brians spine to the crack of his
ass. He stopped, placed his
arms fully around Brians chest, and pulled them together, making sure
that Brian would feel the imprint of his cock on his
ass. Brian moaned
again. Justin smiled and pushed
Brians shoulders down. He
spread his ass cheeks, and licked Brians
pucker. His head flew up in
anticipation. Justin then kissed,
kneaded, nipped and sucked the cheeks of Brians ass, carefully avoiding
the pucker.
Justin, Brian
begged.
Justin grinned and stuck his tongue into
the pucker. Brian gasped, and
Justin continued darting his tongue in and
out. Brian rocked back, trying
to take the tongue in farther. His
moans became more frequent.
Fuck me, Justin! Brian
demanded.
Really? Justin asked,
grinning.
Now! was the growled
response. Brian reached over
and pulled open the drawer of the little table.
Condoms, lube and some interesting
toys were visible. Justin grabbed
a condom, and used the lube and his fingers to further ready Brians
hole. Brian was panting, as
Justin pressed his cock to the pucker.
He pushed in past the first ring of
muscle. Brians head came up, and he gasped,
Fuck!
Ready? Justin
asked.
Brian nodded, and thrust the rest of the
way in. He was fully inside
Brian and it felt wonderful. Brian
was so tight, rarely allowing this to
happen. Justin stayed still,
loving the sensation of heat and tightness around his
cock. Brian was in a more needy
state. He pulled away a bit,
then pushed back onto Justins
cock. They both grunted their
approval, and Justin took control, moving in and out at his own
pace. He didnt want this to
end. Nature would not oblige,
as he felt the need to move faster and
faster. He could feel his orgasm
building. He rammed into Brian,
and held on, not drawing back.
Brian turned his head to figure out why Justin
had stopped. Justin kissed him
and whispered, I dont want this to be
over.
I know, but it cant
wait.
They both began moving
again. Brian pulled on his own
cock in response to Justins thrusts.
Now, baby! Brian gasped, shooting
his load, as Justin came inside him.
They collapsed onto the chaise.
In a minute or two Justin carefully pulled his penis out and disposed
of the condom. They snuggled
against each other, sitting in cum and sweat, kissing and feeling
wonderful.
That was even more fantastic than your
blowjob, Justin sighed.
Brian smiled and kissed
him.
You make a great bottom, Justin
teased.
Twat! Brian
said.
Thank goodness you got that
sheet. We would have ruined
the chaise.
Emile provides everything, Brian
said.
He certainly does, said Justin,
waving a dildo he had pulled from the drawer.
Put that thing away, unless you want
me to use it on you.
I prefer the real thing, Justin
said, kissing the tip of Brians
dick. It twitched in
response. Dessert?
Justin asked, looking at the growing organ.
Lets have food dessert first,
Brian said.
Were naked and covered in
cum. The waiter cant come
in, Justin said modestly.
If I buzz twice, hell leave the
next course by the door without coming in.
Wow!
They do think of everything here! Justin
marveled.
Theres a little bathroom behind
that door. We can clean
up.
Justin hadnt even noticed the
door. The panels were papered
with the same wallpaper as the rest of the
room. Inside there was a toilet,
sink and a rack of towels.
No shower, Brian
said. This used to be
a closet, but we can get cleaned
up. He pushed the buzzer
twice, and then took a cloth and ran it under the
water. He wiped his chest, then
turned to clean Justins cock.
Justin grinned as it started to get hard under Brians gentle
wipes.
God, youre insatiable,
Brian commented.
Me?
Look whos talking! Justin couldnt help but smirk,
as Brians cock was also showing signs of life.
There was a gentle tap on the
door. Justin
jumped.
Wait a minute, Brian
said.
After a minute, Brian opened the door and
pulled the cart into the room. On the cart were coffee, cheeses and fruit, a bowl of
whipped cream and some large, luscious strawberries.
Lets have a picnic, Brian
said lasciviously. He set the
strawberries and cream on the carpeted floor and sat down beside
them. He looked up at Justin
who grinned and also sat down.
They fed each other strawberries dipped in the whipped cream, kissing
and licking the cream and strawberry juice from each others
lips.
Thats a lot of whipped cream,
Justin observed, looking at the rather large bowl.
I asked for extra, Brian said
lustfully.
Oh! Justin
smiled.
Lie on your back, Brian
said. Justin did
so. Brian took a handful of
whipped cream and spread it over Justins
cock. The cock responded to
the cool cream and Brians fingers, and stood
erect. Ive always
wanted to sculpt, said Brian, adding more
cream. He fashioned a giant
penis of cream around Justins actual cock.
Now you have to eat that if you want
to get to the real thing, Justin laughed.
Not necessarily, Brian
said. Too many
calories.
He grabbed a condom, and gave it to Justin
to put on him. His own hand
was still covered with cream. He
used that cream and some from Justins stomach to lube his
shaft. His creamy fingers sought
Justins hole and plunged in.
When he had opened Justins pucker, he placed Justins legs
on his shoulders and positioned his cream covered cock at the
opening.
Ready for dessert? he
asked.
Justin nodded and Brian plunged
in. They rocked together, finding
their natural rhythm.
Brian lay on top of Justin, both of them
covered in cream and cum and sweat. Brian licked Justins chest, getting a mixture of
cream and cum. He kissed Justin
deeply, transferring some to his mouth.
Tastes yummy, Justin said, kissing
Brian again.
Brian said, Stay
still. He reached over
and pulled the sheet from the chaise.
He began wiping the cream and cum off
Justin. Justin took another
corner of the sheet and did the same for
Brian. When they had cleaned up the worst of the mess, they stood
up. Brian took the demolished
sheet and put it in a hamper in the
bathroom. He wet some more cloths
and gave one to Justin. They
finished cleaning up as best they could.
I need a shower, Justin
said.
This will have to do until we get
home.
They dressed and went
downstairs. Emile greeted them
in the hallway.
I hope you had a lovely evening,
he said.
Fabulous, Justin
grinned.
Thanks, Emile, Brian said, shaking
his hand.
Come again soon, Emile said,
as they left. Justin didnt
miss the double entendre.
Does he know what we
did? Justin looked
horrified.
Not really, but Im sure he used
his imagination, Brian said, laughing.
They drove home mostly in
silence.
That was the best evening! Justin
raved, as they arrived at the loft.
Ridiculously romantic enough for
you? Brian asked.
Above and
beyond.
Lets take a shower and relive
the high points, Brian said suggestively.
They rushed to the bathroom, getting rid
of clothes as they went. Justin
had forgotten that they had so many high points.
They collapsed on the bed some time later,
both exhausted, and very happy. Neither thought about tomorrows trip, or bad dreams,
or whispered warnings inside ones head.