What Little Gay Boys Are Made of

Justin shaded in the last bit of Brian's face. The sketch was almost complete and Justin smiled at how well he had captured Brian's concentration as he worked. He used his finger to blend the shading, glancing up at Brian who was working on something at his computer. Brian was so beautiful, classically handsome, and yet with present day good looks. And then there was his sex appeal. It was so flagrant and it happened with very little thought on Brian's part. It was just something he had, and he owned it whole-heartedly.

Brian was attractive nude, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, or in his best suit for work. He was even stunning in his tux, if only Justin could remember that more clearly. He sighed giving his sketch the once over. It was now fully complete. He liked it.

He glanced at Brian again who seemed to be paying him no attention. Justin wondered what Brian's life had been like before Justin came along. Justin knew little bits of Brian's family history and what he knew tended to confuse him. Brian came from a blue collar home with parents who drank too much and treated him like shit. Yet he had turned into this well mannered, when he wanted to be, ad executive. He was a man who commanded attention wherever he went, a man who had everything going for him. Justin had only to compare Brian with Brian's best friend, Michael, to see how far Brian had come. He'd like to find out more about the Kinneys and why Brian was so unlike the rest of them.

Justin had been watching Brian for almost an hour. He was supposed to be sketching but he had spent most of the time just watching. Brian fascinated him in so many ways. The man was an enigma and he could be the ultimate asshole and sometimes he could be extremely tender and most of the time he simply made Justin hard.

Justin's hand slid down between his legs and he squeezed his dick. It was already semi-hard and he was feeling really horny. His hand pressed against his hardness and he looked longingly at Brian.

"What?" Brian demanded.

"Huh?"

"You've been staring at me for ages," Brian stated. "What the fuck's the matter with you?"

"I'm horny," Justin grinned.

"Hey, that's my job. I'm the professor of horniness."

"You'd make a great professor … of horniness," Justin giggled.

"What's gotten into you tonight?"

"I'm hoping it will be you."

Brian snorted. "Doesn't that happen every night?"

Justin giggled. "Yeah," he said, "regular as clockwork. Are you almost done?"

"Almost, why?"

"Come to bed."

Brian leveled a look at his lover and promptly shut off the computer. "Let's go," he said with that dark, sexy look in his eyes.

Justin didn't need more of an invitation than that. Soon they were naked and kissing and rolling around in the big bed in the loft.

"You never fail to turn me on," Brian said as he slipped on a condom.

"Just see that's always the case," Justin gasped as Brian's cock drove home.

They rocked together experiencing all the pleasure that they enjoyed together every time they made love or merely fucked. They were perfect for each other, and now that they had finally realized that, nothing was going to come between them. As they reached climax, Brian's fingers slipped between Justin's once more. They were locked together in so many ways and that little gesture had become their way of telling each other that. With a final thrust Brian released his load into the condom feeling Justin gasp and shudder as he came almost at the same time. They rolled apart deliciously spent and let the last tinglings of orgasm course through them.

"That was great," Justin smiled as he rolled against Brian.

"Yeah, great," Brian replied pulling his young lover onto his chest. He liked Justin's head against his heart. It seemed the only place that Justin should be, next to his heart.

"Brian," Justin said playing with one of Brian's nipples. "Tell me about when you were a little boy."

"You sure know how to wreck a mood." Brian looked at the ceiling praying for divine intervention from the God he didn't believe in. He did not want to go there. "I don't want to talk about that."

"Why? I want to know."

"You know I hated my childhood."

"I know, but Michael knows all kinds of things and I know next to nothing."

"Michael doesn't know half as much as he thinks he does."

"Really?" Justin asked sitting up and looking into Brian's eyes.

"Really."

Justin smiled as he laid his head back down. "If you don't want to talk about the bad stuff, how about telling me about something good that happened when you were a child?"

"What makes you think there was anything good?"

"There had to be."

Brian snorted.

"Please, Brian, I want to know."

Brian sighed and said nothing. He really didn't want to talk about this.

Justin knew he was going to have to take drastic action if he wanted to learn anything about Brian's childhood. His hand reached down and cupped Brian's balls. His fingers rolled them around and he squeezed gently. Brian groaned as Justin slid down and took the head of Brian's burgeoning cock into his warm mouth. Justin held it there just waiting.

"Do something, damn you," Brian said after a minute or two.

Justin let the cock slide out of his mouth but his fingers encircled the shaft holding it upright. He looked into Brian's eyes. "I have a proposal. I'll give you the best blowjob you've ever had if you tell me about one good memory you have from your childhood."

Brian glared at the blue eyes that were looking at him so innocently. "You're a devil. You know that?"

"Of course I am, but I give you the best blowjobs you've ever had, and this will be beyond anything you've experienced yet."

Brian looked thoughtful as he considered Justin's proposal. "What if I really have no good childhood memory to tell you?"

"Then I guess I'll go shower," Justin said starting to roll to the edge of the bed.

"Wait," Brian said grabbing Justin's arm. "I might have something," he said remembering an excursion that had happened when he was about Gus' age or so.

"Good, then spill it," Justin ordered. He should have thought of this sooner.

Brian sighed. "This will be the best blowjob ever, right?"

"Yes," Justin nodded, "and you know I can make good on that promise."

Brian nodded. Justin's blowjobs were by far the best he had ever found, and he had tried out most of the gay population of Pittsburgh. This one should be something special. "Okay," Brian said. "I'll tell you."

Justin laid his head back on Brian's chest. His hand grasped Brian's cock and he slowly moved his hand up and down the shaft as he waited for Brian to start his story.

Brian hesitated, trying to stall for time. He had so few good memories of his childhood to draw on. Whatever good memories he did have were blocked out along with the bad. But he didn't want to lie to Justin. Brian made it his life's work playing with words but when it came to his own life, he had difficulty finding the right ones, other than "shit" and "fucked up". Justin gave Brian's balls a little squeeze and then ran his hand up and down Brian's shaft to encourage Brian. Justin slid down to tease Brian's slit. Brian watched as Justin's pink tongue eased out of his mouth to lap a small drop of pre-cum off the head of Brian's cock. Brian involuntarily fisted the sheets and arched upwards.

"Tell me," Justin whispered around the crown.

"Ahh," Brian murmured, fighting for words as he felt Justin's warm breath on his dick.

"Please," Justin whimpered.

"Okay, okay." Brian settled back down onto the mattress and started his story. "Patience," Brian whispered. Justin looked up with a question in his eyes.

"I remember a warm summer day, fresh country air and quiet. So quiet, I could hear crickets and frogs and maybe a stream. I remember tall sunflowers, bigger than me. I remember a nice lady with long grey hair in braids twined around her head and pinned up. There was an old apple tree. I used to sit under the tree hoping an apple would drop so I could eat it. I remember walking with the nice lady into a corn field. I remember Jack, he..."

Brian stopped talking and grimaced as if the memory caused him pain. Justin crawled back up, laid his head on Brian's chest, seeking out Brian's hand and slipping his own into it, offering Brian strength to go on.

"Jack was nice to her. He kissed her on the cheek. I think that was the only time I ever saw Jack kiss anyone." Brian felt Justin nod against his chest and then shiver in the coolness of the loft. Brian reached around to cover them both with the duvet as he went on with his stroll down memory lane.

"I remember a big man with large hands, strong hands with long fingers, and callused but gentle. I remember him lifting me up so I could pick an apple. He looked like Jack but he was so nice. He showed me which apples to pick. 'Pick those two, Sonny Boy,' he said. They were big, sweet and ready to eat. We sat under the tree and ate them. My apple was so big I could hardly hold the thing. I remember him saying that if you ate plenty of fresh fruit and vegetables, you'd always stay young and beautiful."

Justin looked up; he saw Brian's face relax as he reminisced about the good memories. He wondered if Brian realized that he got the phrase 'young and beautiful' from that man, and 'sonny boy.' Brian snaked his hand into Justin's hair and gently pushed his head back onto his chest. Justin gave Brian's pec a little kiss to urge him on.

"I remember the big man telling me about frogs, that if you kissed a frog you'd get warts. He was joking but I vowed never to kiss a frog." Brian chuckled and Justin smiled against his skin. "I think I fell asleep under that tree as I listened to the big man talk about the farm; his voice was soft and soothing. The big man and the nice lady always spoke softly. I didn't know at the time that they were just speaking normally, no shouting or screaming like at my house. I was only there for a short time but that's when I knew that people could speak to one another without shouting."

Brian fell silent again as Justin had another revelation. He now knew why Brian relished the quiet times in his loft and why Brian preferred speaking in his quiet, breathy tone. It was Brian's way of fighting against the harshness of his noisy childhood.

"Anymore nice memories?" Justin asked softly. He didn't feel the need to push Brian.

"I remember a big old dog. I think he was a mutt but he had a lot of shepherd in him. He was a good dog, I remember the nice lady telling Beauregard to keep an eye on me and he followed me around the whole time. I never felt so safe in my whole life as when that dog was with me."

"I always wanted a dog but my parents thought a dog would be too messy," Justin admitted to Brian.

Brian secretly wished he had a dog like Beauregard but his lifestyle wouldn't permit it. It wouldn't be fair to the dog.

"Anything else?" Justin queried.

"No, not about that day. I do remember going bowling with Jack. I was still little and he didn't get drunk for once. He took me to a bowling alley but it wasn't the one he always went to. I don't know where it was. I think it was next to an old movie theater but it was all boarded up. I thought the bowling alley was falling apart. I heard some people saying that it was going to close up because no one in that part of town went bowling anymore. It had an arcade with pinball machines."

"What kind of machines?" Justin teased. He knew what pinball machines were but he liked teasing Brian about his age sometimes. Brian grumbled but Justin knew he wasn't angry. Brian ignored the question.

"Jack handed me a bunch of quarters and set me free in the arcade. I could barely reach the buttons but then a step stool appeared and I stood on it to play the game. I had a blast. After I finished my game we went bowling. We had to search a million balls to find one light enough for me to hold but we did. I only knocked down a few pins but it was so much fun. My arm ached for a week. I only wished that, that..."

Justin knew Brian couldn't continue; all of the good memories were gone. It was time for Brian's reward.

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