Sins of the Father
Chapter 3
Justin awoke the next morning to the
middle part of Brian's sleep fuck sleep plan. Brian had Justin's dick in his
hand and was stroking his husband as Justin's eyes fluttered open.
"Morning, Sunshine," Brian
cooed.
"What are you doing?"
"You mean after all this time you
don't recognize what I'm doing? I must be losing my touch," Brian smirked.
"You'll never lose your touch,"
Justin stated rolling on top of Brian. "Is this the morning fuck that I've
been told about?"
"Who told you?"
"A great big, handsome fairy,"
Justin giggled.
Brian burst out laughing. Justin was
quick. That was one of the things that made life with him so interesting.
After a brisk and satisfying morning fuck
they headed down to breakfast. Simon and Ken were just leaving the restaurant
apparently heading for Disney World for the day. They asked if Brian and Justin
would like to join them, but Justin quickly declined knowing that would not be
Brian's cup of tea. It would be enough if he could get Brian there when Bree
was a couple of years older.
Breakfast was a buffet. Brian found the
fresh fruit and coffee. Justin loaded his plate with waffles,
bacon, scrambled eggs and croissants. Brian gave him a look.
"What was it you said yesterday about
your ass?" Brian asked.
"I can't help it. If we're on that
sleep fuck sleep agenda, I need all the strength I can get."
"I'll help you to wear it off,"
Brian said waggling an eyebrow.
"Thanks," Justin grumbled. He
had lost some of his appetite as they looked at all the slim young twinks
nibbling on eggs and putting on a display for the older richer looking men.
Brian was obviously a target of interest. One dark haired young man swished over
to Brian and deliberately bumped into him.
"Sorry," the young man lisped.
"I couldn't help but notice how good looking you are."
"Thanks," Brian said, "but
I'm taken."
"If you change your mind or want
something really special, I'll be around."
Brian shook his head as the guy swished
away.
"Jesus," Justin groused, "am I fucking invisible. Didn't he see me sitting right
here?"
"I don't think it mattered to
him."
"Why didn't you tell him to fuck
off?" Justin demanded as he slouched down into his chair, his arms across
his chest.
"I thought that's what I did."
"Not very
forcefully."
"He was far too fem for me. I like
you much better."
"But for how long?"
"I think we said something about till
death do us part when we got married."
"And now you feel trapped."
"Look, Justin, if this is going to be
a problem for you, let's pack up and go to another hotel."
"I … I'm sorry. I just felt kind of
insecure all of a sudden."
"You don't need to. You're still the
only one I want."
Justin smiled and whispered, "I love
you."
"Me too, now
eat your breakfast."
Justin dug in enjoying his meal much more
after Brian's reassurances. Brian glanced up and saw a young man obviously
staring at Justin.
"I think you have an admirer
now," Brian chuckled.
Justin looked around letting his eyes come
to rest on a young, somewhat chubby, fresh faced kid who was staring right at
him.
The look of the boy took Justin back to
his encounter with Eric at Daphne's party. They both had the same hungry,
wistfully eager look to them. He remembered fucking the guy and then kissing
him. It had been exciting with everyone banging on the door to get in.
But then Eric had stalked him,
following him to the diner. Justin had been cruel to the guy, even though he
was trying to be kind by putting a stop to his dreams before they went any
farther. He still felt bad about the tears that he had caused.
"Justin," Brian said.
"Justin!"
"Huh?"
"Where did you go? Dreaming about
fucking that guy?"
"Hell, no. You're much more my type than he is. He just kind of
reminded me of someone."
"Oh, who?"
"It was a long time ago."
"And you don't want to tell me?"
"Not one of my finer moments."
"Let's go for a walk before we go
back to the room."
"Trying to get me to exercise so my
ass doesn't get too big," Justin observed.
Brian glared at him and Justin decided it
was time to drop that topic before he made Brian mad and ruined their vacation.
They strolled out of the lobby and into the gardens, walking past the pool
where some of the hot young things had already ensconced themselves. They
continued on until they came to the dyke pool which was surrounded by lesbians
of every shape and size.
"Don't look,
Sunshine. You'll be scarred
for life," Brian said as he hustled Justin past the pool.
Justin giggled and followed Brian as they
walked hand in hand.
"Oh fucking Christ!" Brian said.
"Look."
Justin glanced up to see two lesbians,
both far from svelte, walking down the sidewalk pushing a pink baby carriage
that had been converted to hold two little rag mop dogs.
"Oh, they're so cute," Justin
gushed as they came up to the women.
The two dykes beamed at Justin.
"They're our pride and joy," one of them said. "They're our
children."
"What are their names?" Justin
asked.
"Ruby and Sapphire," one of the
women said proudly. "They go everywhere with us."
"And one has a ruby collar and the
other sapphire," Justin said with a smile.
"They're not real," the other
dyke laughed, "but it helps us to keep them straight."
"Come on," Brian said, giving
Justin's hand a tug.
"What's wrong with you?" Justin
asked.
"If I ever get that pathetic, shoot
me before I make a fucking fool of myself."
"They weren't pathetic," Justin
defended the two women. "They just love their dogs."
"Right, and treat them like human
beings."
"What's wrong with that?"
"I prefer my human contact to be with
humans," Brian declared.
"I still think they were cute."
"And I'm sure they thought you were cute
too."
"So, they wouldn't want to fuck me
anyway."
"Thank God! But I do. Let me stare at
the sun for ten minutes so that it can burn the image of those dykes and their
dogs out of my brain, and then I'll take you back to the suite and reduce your
ass size by at least an inch."
Justin had to laugh. Sometimes Brian's
prejudices were just too much. But the fringe benefits were always great.
*****
"Bri?"
"Hmm."
"Come with me into the pool."
Justin knew that Brian hated the feeling of chlorinated water on his skin but
this was Florida, it was hot, and Brian looked really hot in his black Speedo.
So hot, in fact, that as Brian lay on his tummy working on his tan, and Justin
lay protected in the shade, he was seriously considering selling tickets. It
seemed to Justin that every fag south of the
Brian heard the slight whine of a plea in
Justin's voice and consented.
"Okay, Sunshine." Brian barely
got the words out when he heard Justin jump up from his lounge chair, yell out
a 'yee haw' and then cannonball himself into the pool. Brian being the more
mature and dignified partner, gracefully arose from his chair, sauntered to the
ladder, climbed down and regally immersed himself. Brian's every move was
closely scrutinized by every man within a fifty-foot radius of the pool.
As Justin gleefully splashed about, Brian
found a large tube made for two and managed to climb in. As he floated, his own
personal guppy nibbled on a toe then popped up next to the tube.
"Hey!"
"Hey."
"You float here often?"
"Only when I'm
searching for a certain blond boy ass."
"Will my ass do?"
"Why don't you climb aboard and we'll
find out." Both men chuckled as Justin climbed into Brian's float without
sinking or capsizing them. Justin settled his ass into Brian's lap and the two
of them drifted aimlessly around the pool.
"Bri?" Justin purred as he sucked Brian's bottom lip into
his mouth.
"Hmm?" was all that Brian could
manage with only one lip.
"Why don't we ever call each other by
pet names?" Justin murmured into Brian's mouth.
Leaning back a little so he could see
Justin's face, Brian raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck brought this
on?"
"Listen to them." Justin cocked
his head slightly. "I have never heard so many baby's, sweetheart's,
honey's, and studmuffin's in my whole life. Why don't we use any terms of
endearment?"
"Justin, we use terms of endearment
all the time."
"I don't think twat, asshole and
bossy bottom, qualify as terms of endearment, Bri."
"Okay, how about, Sunshine? I call
you Sunshine all the time," Brian stated emphatically very pleased with
himself.
"Ah, but it was Debbie who came up
with that one. You just borrowed it to torment me and then it stuck."
"Well, you don't call me anything but
Brian or Bri."
"No, I call you big guy or big lug
and I even invented your very own word, smoosh."
"Capital S or little s?"
"Little s."
"Then it's not a term of endearment.
When I say Sunshine, it's always with a capital S."
"Then from this time forward, it's
Smoosh, with a capital S." The lovers kissed to seal their agreement. And
they kissed and kissed and kissed. Brian felt himself growing hard even in the
cool water of the pool. Justin's bathing suit clad ass was so enticing and
Brian was at liberty to publicly show his affection.
"Brian!" Justin whispered in
Brian's ear.
"What?" Brian whispered back.
"Carefully turn us around."
"Why?"
"You gotta see this guy."
"What guy?" They were still
whispering as Brian paddled with one hand to turn the float.
"That guy!" Justin continued to whisper into Brian's ear as he
nibbled on the lobe. He watched a very large and hairy bear of a man walk on
by. "He looks like he's wearing his own sweater." Brian caught a
glimpse of the hairy man then buried his face into Justin's neck to prevent himself from saying or doing something horribly rude. After
a while, Justin became uncharacteristically quiet again. Brian feared the
worst.
"Brian, if I ask you something, will
you promise to answer me and not get angry?"
"Okay."
"Do you really think I'm getting
fat?"
"Justin," Brian sighed, he
regretted dredging up the whole topic again.
"I really need to know, Bri."
"Justin, we've both changed to some
degree, but I can tell you haven't gained more than five pounds since we've
met. Maybe you're a little softer but no, you are NOT fat. I know that I'm more
than a little obsessive about my appearance and my weight but it's always been
to my advantage in my business to be able to exploit my looks. And I admit, I'm vain. As for you, I meant what I said. I want
you around for the rest of my life and a healthy diet is a good way to
accomplish that. End of discussion?"
"End of discussion. I love you, you
big Smoosh."
"And I love you too, Sonny Boy."
Brian waited until that pet name sunk into his partner's head and then they
both cracked up with laughter. They continued to laugh as they gathered their
belongings to go back to their room to work on the fuck part of their plan.
*****
"Typical man, he fucks the hell out
of you then rolls over and falls asleep without so much as a 'by your
leave'," Brian gently groused with a chuckle. He produced a cloth to
quickly clean them both then he snuggled down next to Justin. Justin sported a
sated smile, even in his sleep. He curled himself around Brian.
Brian ran his hand gently down Justin's
back, caressing the alabaster skin as he came to rest on the swell of Justin's
rump. That rump was the object of Brian's desire for the better part of fifteen
years and the subject of Justin's concern.
"Mmm, as firm as a Thanksgiving
turkey," Brian mumbled.
Thanksgiving 2014.
Brian Kinney issued his own summons via
engraved invitation to the entire family for Thanksgiving at Edna's Treasures
this year. The addition to the
Brian stood at the head of the table to
say grace.
"I'm not going to stand here and
say a typical prayer. That's not my style. What I will say is that I thank the
gods for each and every one of you. And I am so fucking grateful that we are
all here together. Happy Thanksgiving!"
"Happy Thanksgiving!" was the
family's response as they began to pass around the Thanksgiving fixings.
*****
"Craig, honey, Molly and her
boyfriend are here," Susan announced as she opened the door for her
step-daughter and boyfriend, Owen. Molly Taylor wanted to celebrate
Thanksgiving with her mom and Katerina at Justin's cottage but she conceded to
Jennifer to keep the peace with her father.
"Molly, sweetheart! I'm so glad you decided to join us. Nice to see you, Owen. How is your father?"
"He's good, sir. He sends his
regards." Owen's father was a business associate and Craig thought it a
coup that Molly was dating Owen.
"Please send him mine. We must have
lunch together."
"Yes, sir, I'll tell him."
They made small talk as they passed around
the turkey, mashed potatoes and vegetables.
"May I offer my congratulations.
I hear your son's movie is breaking box office records. It's unprecedented
considering the subject matter and how the movie was filmed. You must be very
proud," Owen interjected between courses unaware of the rift that lay
between father and son.
Craig Taylor grimaced but said nothing.
The possibility of an alliance with Owen's family and the revenue it would
bring was a good motivator.
Shortly after Halloween, Craig had begun
his own investigation into the past. He was determined to get to the bottom of
all these 'new'
To Craig, Fate was trying to fuck Craig
Taylor up the ass, without benefit of a reach-around. Fate's alter ego was
Brian Kinney.
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