PAR-TAY WITH BREE

Chapter 1

Justin’s brain had moved far south as a hot wet tongue was eagerly laving his most tender, most vulnerable and most sensitive parts. He was up on his hands and knees as Brian was doing what he did best, rimming. Brian smirked at the lovely little noises that emanated from Justin’s throat as he pushed his tongue in as deep as it could physically go. At some point, Brian replaced his tongue temporarily with his thumb as he began his assault on Justin’s balls and dick. Justin’s dick was leaking, and it was hard enough to pound nails, and Brian refused to allow Justin to touch it. Brian sucked on Justin’s balls, gently tugging the tender sack then teasing the crown and glans of his dick.

“Please, Bri,” Justin begged.

“What do you want?”

“Wanna come.”

“Patience, grasshopper,” Brian continued to torture his lover with his tongue. Justin felt the inner crevice of his ass rubbed raw from the stubble on Brian’s chin.

“God,” Justin moaned as his own god amongst men bit his ass cheeks then gave one a little smack.

“Fuck me!” Justin demanded.

“Whatever you say, Sunshine,” Brian quipped as he replaced his thumb with his slicked up dick. In one powerful move, Justin was filled. He gasped loudly with the pleasure and the pain then leaned back onto Brian’s dick.

“My little slut,” Brian murmured smugly.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard,” Justin ordered.

“Your wish is my command,” Brian purred as he slammed into Justin’s ass over and over again.

Justin lost command over complex language as Brian mercilessly pounded his ass.

“Yesss,” Justin hissed. Brian smirked.

Justin’s hand roaming between his legs was batted away by Brian as he was pulled backward impaling Justin further onto Brian’s dick. Brian’s hips kept up the onslaught.

“Coming!” Justin cried out as he shot thick hot ropes of cum across the sheets, onto his belly and chest.

As Justin began to collapse, Brian gently laid him down. Justin’s ass still slightly raised up in the air.

“Youth, built for speed not for stamina,” Brian smiled as he patted Justin’s well fucked rump.

Sitting back on his haunches Brian spied Justin’s deep pink ravished hole with Brian’s cum slowly oozing out. Fascinated as only a gay man could be, Brian was mesmerized, his gaze transfixed on a string of cum slowly dribbling down Justin’s perineum. Brian bent forward to lap up his cum from Justin’s pucker. Half in a sated sleep, Justin took a sudden intake of air as Brian’s tongue worked its magic.

Unbelievably, Brian felt himself harden. He smiled to himself, thinking that while he was aging, his body had yet to fail him. Soft snuffles coming from his lover told Brian that in spite of his ministrations, Justin was fading. Brian maneuvered Justin onto his side, Brian spooning closely behind, his cock slipping between the globes of Justin’s ass. Justin wriggled closer, rubbing his aching hole against Brian’s burgeoning cock. Wrapping his arm around Justin then burying his nose into Justin’s sweaty golden mane, Brian slipped into Justin’s loose, lubed up hole.

Their lovemaking, languid, Brian took his time. The air held the heady scent of sex, cum, sweat and ass. Brian inhaled deeply, appreciating the aroma of their combined scents. He nibbled on the back of Justin’s neck and ear as he slowly thrust in and out of his lover.

“Mmm,” Justin murmured

After some time, fighting through the exhaustion, Brian sped up. He reached down to tug on Justin’s cock as he fucked Justin harder. Within moments they quietly came. Feeling sympathy for Justin’s abused bum, Brian began to withdraw.

“Stay,” Justin mumbled as he held Brian’s arm fast. Brian snuggled closer, kissing a pale shoulder as Justin drifted off into a sated sleep.

Brian’s mind was racing, unlike his softly snoring partner. Brian smiled as he lightly trailed his fingers down Justin’s arm and hip, Justin’s skin glowing white in the moonlight coming through the window. Brian could see the deep pink and red marks on Justin’s hip, the imprint of their volatile lovemaking. Brian had no doubt that his own skin sported similar marks although less pronounced on his darker skin.

Pink, the color of Justin’s sweet tongue.

Pink, the color of Justin’s ravished pucker.

Pink, the color of the marks on Justin’s skin.

Pink, the color of more than half of Bree’s wardrobe.

And pink, the color that Emmett Honeycutt was planning to transform the sun porch for Bree’s sleepover party.

“Fuck!” Brian said out loud then quickly soothed his startled lover back into a deeper sleep.

It was times like this Brian wished he still smoked. Although if he did, he’d probably cough up a lung. Even a shot of Beam wasn’t as satisfying now as it was in the bad old days.

Brian sighed. Pittsburgh’s number one party planner was planning a pink princess party and Brian felt helpless to stop it. Well, not exactly stop it, rather keep it from turning into the social event of the season. Moderation, a word Brian never thought would become a part of his vocabulary, but that’s exactly what Brian was hoping for. Moderation, an important concept that Brian as a responsible parent was trying to teach his slightly overindulged daughter.

Justin mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep as he rolled over and snuggled closer into the crook of Brian’s arm.

Moderation, in all things except for one. Brian’s thought brought a satisfied smirk to his face. With the gods’ help he and Justin would be making love or fucking until their dying breath. And that, Brian prayed, wouldn’t happen for a very long time. Unless, of course, this party did kill him.

Brian curled himself around Justin’s smaller but solid body. Justin, even in his sleep, possessively wrapped his arm around Brian’s torso. Held safe within his lover’s grasp, Brian finally fell asleep.

 

*****
 

“So what got into you last night?” Justin asked with a satisfied smirk, as he stepped into the shower with his husband.

“I thought we got into each other,” Brian replied with his own smirk.

“You were merciless.”

“I didn’t hear any complaints. I thought that was the way you liked it.”

“Exactly how I like it, but you haven’t been so … ravenous in a long time.”

“Guess I was hungry for a prime piece of ass,” Brian chuckled.

“You know it’s yours whenever you want it.”

Brian nodded. “Sometimes inspiration just strikes,” he said mischievously.

Justin laughed as Brian soaped his hair. “You are definitely an artiste in matters of sex.”

Brian dipped his head in acknowledgement of the truth of that statement. “It’s nice to have my talents recognized.”

Justin stuck his head directly under the spray to rinse his hair. “Now that we’ve established your world renowned expertise, I think we better get moving or the little princess will be late for school.”

“We can’t have that,” Brian agreed as he turned off the shower. His mind immediately went to his thoughts of pink from the night before. He felt his cock start to swell at the memory, and then he thought about Bree’s birthday party, and that quickly put an end to any thoughts of morning sex.

 

*****
 

“Daddy, how many days till my birthday sleepover?” Bree asked as she ate her oatmeal.

“You can count them up on the calendar, can’t you?” Justin asked.

“Yes, but I wanted to be sure.”

“How many do you think there are?”

“Seventeen,” Bree said immediately.

Justin smiled at his daughter. She obviously had been counting. “See, you didn’t need to ask. You knew the answer all the time.”

Bree smiled at her father and batted her lashes.

“You just wanted to talk about your sleepover, didn’t you, Squirt?” Brian asked as he looked at his petite daughter over the top of his newspaper.

“Yes, Dada.”

Brian folded the paper and set it down on the table. Now seemed as a good a time as any to set some parameters for this party. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Um … are there going to be jugglers?”

Brian snorted. “Trust that big fairy to plant that idea in your head,” Brian said through clenched teeth. “I’m going to skin Emmett Honeycutt alive.”

“No, Dada, don’t do that!” Bree begged, her eyes full of worry. “I love Auntie Emm.”

“But you are not having jugglers at your sleepover,” Brian stated emphatically.

“I told Auntie Emm that I didn’t want jugglers,” Bree replied.

“You did?” Brian asked with a raised eyebrow. He had expected that Bree would be all for jugglers and any other ridiculous ideas that Emmett might have come up with. “What about Renaissance acrobats?” Brian asked, knowing that Emmett probably proposed those as well.

Bree shook her head. “I don’t know what Wren-a-sanz is, but I don’t want acrobats either.”

“Good girl,” Brian said with a smile. This was going better than he ever could have hoped for. It looked like Bree had shot down all Emmett’s crazy ideas.

“We have a very sensible daughter,” Justin said proudly leaning over to kiss Bree’s cheek.

Bree giggled. “Thank you, Daddy.” She looked back and forth from one father to the other. “I want Mid-i-evil knights on horseback.”

“Wha…?” Justin asked his mouth dropping open.

“What the fuck!” Brian reacted.

“Yes, Daddy, Dada, I want knights.”

“Was that fucking Auntie Emm’s idea too?” Brian demanded, knowing full well that of course it was.

“Yes, Dada. I think knights will be just right for my princess sleepover.”

Justin looked at Brian’s face and saw that his husband was about to explode. “Go get dressed for school, Bree,” Justin said quickly.

“’Kay, Daddy,” Bree said, picking up on the vibe that maybe this was the wrong time to pursue her quest for knights. She slid off her chair and ran to her bedroom.

“I am going to kill that big, idiotic, fucking fairy!” Brian exploded as soon as they heard Bree’s bedroom door close behind her.

“Calm down, Brian, you’re going to blow a blood vessel.”

“He’s going to be the fucking death of me,” Brian ranted.

“You can talk to him about this, can’t you?”

“I thought I fucking had! I told him no jugglers, no fucking acrobats! Who the fuck knew that I had to specify no medieval knights on fucking horseback?”

“I’m sure Emmett wasn’t trying to overstep the bounds.”

“The fuck he wasn’t! He wants another extravaganza like before. I won’t have it!”

“You don’t have to have it,” Justin counseled. “We’ll be the ones paying for all this and we can tell him we won’t pay.”

“He wants to do this for ‘the little girl he never had of his own’,” Brian replied, using Emmett’s own words.

“But…”

“You realize this may be the end of our friendship,” Brian said ominously.

“Brian…”

“Don’t Brian me! I can’t believe he did this.”

“Just talk to him before you jump to a million conclusions.”

“I…”

“Talk to him!”

“Fuck! Okay,” Brian said heaving a huge sigh of resignation. He wondered if Emmett had already booked medieval knights, from whatever fucking store sold medieval knights.

 

*****
 

“Hey Pop!”

"Sonny Boy, finally come up for air?” Brian snarked into his phone. Gus and Ray were spending Spring break together at Brian’s loft. Their relationship seemed to be progressing nicely, distance and college responsibilities notwithstanding.

“Oh Dad,” Gus said as he rolled his eyes. Ray giggled.

“Not nice to roll your eyes at your old man, Sonny Boy,” Brian said knowingly then laughed as he got stunned silence in return.

“Um, Dad, you have a surveillance camera hidden around here?” Gus asked as he looked around the great loft living room.

“Nope, but I was once a teenager with your Grandmaw Deb to answer to more often than not.”

“Say no more, Pop. I get it.”

“So to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” Brian asked stressing the pronoun.

Gus sighed. “Worst mistake of my life making that deal with you.”

“Some deals will haunt you for the rest of your life. Seriously, Sonny Boy, you and Ray okay? Having fun doing the nasty and dancing your asses off at Babylon every night?”

“I’m sure you know all about it. Your spies are everywhere.”

“Just as long as you’re aware that they are. Did Emm fill the fridge?”

“It’s overflowing. Grandmaw Deb sent over a tray of lasagna too.”

“Hey, her lasagna is worth fighting for.”

“I know, Pop. I think your refrigerator was about to have a stroke with the amount of food that was shoved in it.”

Brian laughed. “It hasn’t handled too much more than water, poppers and peanut butter in a very long time.”

“TMI, Pop.” Gus chuckled, so did his father.

“Did you check in with Cynthia yet?”

“Not yet but I called her. I have an appointment with her later. I was going to show Ray where it all began and then show him the clinic and the theater. Maybe we’ll go bowling.”

“You do that. It’ll be nice to get some vertical exercise as well as the horizontal kind.”

“What makes you think we haven’t done it vertically?” Gus said smugly as Ray turned a nice shade of pink.

“A chip off the old block,” Brian said proudly. “You two boys playing safe?”

“Yes, Daaad. We’re playing safe,” Gus replied, refraining from rolling his eyes a second time.

“Good boy. I want you both around for a very long time. Speaking of time, make some to spend with your mothers and your grandmothers. And check out the diner. Lacy has made some great improvements.”

“Will do, Pop. And Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for trusting me with the loft.”

“Anytime, Sonny Boy. You take good care of it. I think it’s been waiting for a Kinney,” Brian said wistfully with memories of simpler times in days long gone by.

“You mean it, Pop!” Gus exclaimed excitedly at the implication.

“I do. Just…” Brian wasn’t sure how to express his hopes and his trepidations regarding the next Kinney generation.

“It’s okay, Dad, really. I’m not exactly like you,” Gus said softly hoping his father understood.

“I know, Sonny Boy. You’re not, you’re better in so many ways,” Brian said in a wave of parental reflection. “On the other hand, you still have a lot to learn. So go have fun in the shower and don’t be late for your appointment.”

“I won’t, Pop,” Gus said then after a moment. “The shower?”

“You didn’t think it was so big for nothing, did you?” Brian smirked as he could almost hear the gears in Gus’ head click into place.

“Oooh, shower. Gotta go, Pop. Me and Ray need a shower, a nice looong shower.”

“You do that, Sonny Boy,” Brian said as they cut the connection.

Some things never change, Brian thought to himself. And why should they? His loft, with its classic design would never go out of fashion. And why shouldn’t the next Kinney generation enjoy it? Brian thought about that with maybe just a touch of envy. Oh, to be young again. But right now he had other pressing matters like a six foot plus party planner planning a birthday nightmare. Brian sighed as he picked up the phone again.

“Emmett Honeycutt’s event planning, Emmett Honeycutt speaking.”

“It’s Brian.”

“Hello, Brian, what can I do for you?” Emmett said curtly. Their last conversation hadn’t been pleasant.

“I want to see if we can work out a compromise.”

“Oh?”

“Emm, the girls that Bree’s inviting, they...they’re not rich.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“We went overboard when Bree turned five and that was okay but some of these kids barely have half of what we have. How would it make you feel if you went somewhere and were constantly reminded that you don’t have what everyone else seems to have?”

“Oh. I get it. It wasn’t that long since I was in Hazelhurst.”

“Exactly. And not that long ago I was a poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks. You remember when the guys first saw the cottage, they thought it was a joke. They kept expecting a mansion or something.”

“I remember. But your little cottage is so full of love it’s as big as a mansion. Okay, no medieval knights. Maybe I can have a knight tape something for Bree and the girls. You said Bree wanted to watch some movies. I can have a knight tape a special intro for each one. Oooo! I love it,” Emmett said suddenly proud of his own innovation. “Besides, I just got a call from Miss Molly. It seems that little Taylor is going to be a year old soon. Just after Bree’s party I get to throw one for him!” Emmett chimed cheerfully.

“You do that, Emm,” Brian said grateful that he just dodged the bullet.

“I’ll call you when I’ve firmed up our plans.”

“Okay, Emmett. And Emm?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome, kind sir,” Emmett said with all sincerity before he hung up.

“Not so kind,” Brian mumbled. Now he had to face Bree.

“Hey,” Justin said as he rounded the stairs and walked into their attic office.

“Hey,” Brian said with a small smile.

“Everything okay up here?” Justin asked as Brian pushed himself away from his desk so he could stand to receive Justin into his arms.

“Fine,” Brian whispered as he gave Justin a hug.

“Gus having fun?” Justin murmured into his spouse’s chest.

Brian chuckled. “Just about now Gus and Ray are discovering the benefits of having a big shower stall.”

“You mean they hadn’t noticed how roomy it is?” Justin said. “Not that we needed all that room. As I recall, you had me pushed up against the walls on several occasions.”

“Mmmm, good memories. Alas, the fruit of my looms required a little push in the right direction from his old man.”

“You are the master when it comes to sex.”

“And you are the master when it comes to coming,” Brian purred. “Speaking of which, do we have time for a little afternoon delight before we get the kids from school?” Brian was rubbing his semi-erection against his lover.

“That's what I came up here to tell you,” Justin began while he still had functioning brain cells. “John is going to get the kids and Ashley. He’s going to spend some time at the St. John house to list the renovations that need to be done. They won’t be back until dinner.”

“So that means...”

“That means,” Justin said as he turned in Brian’s arms to face the desk. The big sturdy desk. Justin leaned over onto the desk sticking his ass up at just the right angle.

“That means…” Brian groaned appreciatively at the sight of Justin’s round jean clad ass. He gave said ass an admiring pat then began to divest it of its barriers.

Further conversation was no longer necessary.
 

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