A Tale of Four Queers
Chapter 12
Brian sauntered through the streets of San Jose. He was feeling like his old self, in charge and on the prowl. He could feel the looks he was getting from women as well as men; it invigorated him. The sun was setting, the air felt cooler, he felt tall, young and beautiful. The thumpa thumpa noise from a small bar/club beckoned. Brian did a double take when he read the name on the awning. The Greek. That's all it said. Brian could not believe what he saw. It was blatantly un-pc but then again, this was not the States. Brian went in.
Brian's senses were immediately assaulted by the smell of men. His eyes swept the crowd, noting the dark hard Latino bodies; his cock hardened. He felt at home. Brian went to the bar, made himself comfortable and ordered a beer. He was free to smoke, he was free to drink and he was free to say no. After a few hours, Brian Kinney went back to the hotel.
"Hey."
"Hey, Sunshine, how do you feel?"
"Much better, thank you. You? You feel better?"
"I don't know what you mean?"
"I woke up a couple of hours ago, I thought it was you sitting in the chair but it was John. I got angry until he told me that this was the first time you left my side in two days. And only after the doctor said I was okay. I guess you needed a break."
"Something like that."
"So answer my question, are you feeling better?"
"Yes, and I'm glad you do too. You had me worried, little boy. You're not allowed to get sick, ever again. Is that clear?"
"As a crystal dick. Where were you?"
"I, I found a bar. Had a few beers. You can still smoke in bars here. I sucked down beer and smoked."
"Is that all that got sucked?"
"Justin."
"I know, don't ask, don't tell."
"No, that's not what I mean. Justin when you were out of it, you called out John's name"
"Kinney."
"What?"
"No, it was Kinney, not John. I remember dreaming, weird dreams about Patrick and Kinney. Kept seeing Kinney packing, leaving village after village and Patrick running after him. It was horrible, they never had a home." Justin started to sniffle. Brian took off his smoke permeated clothes and crawled in next to Justin.
"Shush, it's okay. It sucked that they never found a home but didn't you tell me how much things have changed. We have a home and some place we can go to feel safe. And yes, my beer was the only thing that got sucked. Now go to sleep. We have plans to make in the morning."
The lovers snuggled around each other. Brian kissed the top of the blond's head and gently caressed the boy's back, easing away the tension. Justin whispered, "I love you," and felt Brian tighten his hold on him. The lovers went to sleep.
In their room Bobby and John were also snuggled together in their bed.
"I guess all is right in the world again."
"Yeah. John, Brian thought that you and Justin..."
"We haven't and we won't."
"I know but he's very attractive and they're not monogamous."
"I agree, Justin is a very beautiful man and he gave me my first insight into being gay. But it doesn't mean we're going to sleep together. I am monogamous and I hope that I spend the rest of my life with you. Now go to sleep. Brian's right, we have a lot of plans to make in the morning."
"I love you."
"Love you too." Bobby and John went to sleep.
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Brian woke from a deep sleep. He felt something hard pressing against his ass.
"What?" he asked turning. Blue eyes stared into his. "You must be feeling better, but what do you think you're doing?"
Justin smiled. It was a lazy and seductive upturn of his mouth. He deliberately stuck out his tongue and dragged it languidly all the way around his full lips. Brian already had some morning wood but the sight of that tongue had his dick standing proud and tall. He groaned and tried to roll towards Justin.
"No," Justin said pushing Brian back onto his side so that he stayed facing away from him. "I want you."
"You can have my cock anytime, little boy."
"I'm not little and I'm not feeling like a boy. Roll onto your stomach."
Brian glanced over his shoulder and noted the look on Justin's face. "What's got into you?"
"Must be all that Gatorade you guys forced into me yesterday." Justin grinned mischievously.
"Who knew this was one of the side effects," Brian groaned as he rolled onto his stomach and felt Justin's fingers probe his hole. "Shit!" he reacted as a wave of pleasure swept through him. He knew Justin wanted this, and truth be told so did he.
Brian felt the covers pulled away and Justin straddled his legs. He leaned in and bit Brian's shoulder. "I'm feeling so much better today."
"No shit!" Brian gasped as Justin raised his ass and stuck a pillow underneath.
"Oh yeah!" Justin kissed behind Brian's ear and down his neck. His tongue licked down the bumpy spine while his hands massaged Brian's hips. Justin put one knee between Brian's legs forcing them apart and positioned himself between them. His tongue licked down the crack of Brian's ass eliciting a loud groan. Tongue action continued along the perineum and around the sac of balls. Everything was deliciously coated with saliva as he came back to the pink pucker.
Without warning he drove his tongue into the circle of muscle causing Brian to cry out and rise up off the bed.
"Quiet, or you'll wake our neighbors," Justin chuckled meaning John and Bobby.
"Why don't you invite them over? They might learn something."
"I don't think they need any instruction, but I guess I could give them a few pointers on topping," Justin said thoughtfully.
"You could, could you?" Brian snorted. "If you don't get on with this, I'm going to lose interest."
"No chance," Justin said confidently and proceeded to work over Brian's hole with his tongue.
"Still uninterested?" Justin asked with Brian panting beneath him. His question was answered with a loud growl.
Justin grabbed the lube and worked some into Brian's ass. He suited up his own cock and lubed it. With a grunt he breached the first ring of muscle. Brian groaned and grabbed the sheets. Justin pushed farther in leaning to kiss Brian's shoulder. One more thrust and he was imbedded. He stayed still for a moment relishing this place that he rarely got to be. He wondered if Brian ever felt content joined to him like this. It was a feeling of such closeness that he could weep if he thought about it too much.
"Did you doze off up there?" Brian asked with a chuckle.
"Just thinking."
"Do you suppose you could find another time to do your thinking? My cock and my ass are in need of serious attention."
"Yes, master," Justin giggled.
"Come on, Jeannie. Get with the program."
Justin drew back and drove home forcefully. Brian moaned loudly so Justin repeated that action. It was a slow and at times exquisite ride that Justin had. He enjoyed every moan and gasp that he forced from Brian. By the time they were nearing completion Brian was practically begging. Justin had not touched his cock and he refused to let Brian touch it either. Sweat poured down Justin's face as he kept up his steady pace of thrusts. He wanted to make Brian come without touching his dick.
"Oh, fuck, Justin!" Brian called out as Justin drove in rotating his hips and hitting every sweet spot known to man. He repeated that action several more times before he felt Brian go stiff and let out an almighty groan. His partner's spasming ass sent Justin over the edge into his own spectacular orgasm. They lay spent and panting on the bed.
"No more Gatorade for you," Brian groaned as he rolled them over.
"Fuck, that was … awesome!"
"You should have invited John and Bobby. That was pretty … masterful," Brian said giving a beaming Justin a kiss.
"We were taking notes," two voices called out from the adjoining room.
"Shit!" Brian reacted as Justin giggled. "I'll never hear the end of this."
At breakfast, Brian, John and Bobby sat back and watched the bottomless pit also know as Justin Taylor, inhale his breakfast. Fortunately for Brian, breakfast was a buffet. Unfortunately for the restaurant, breakfast was a buffet. Half way through the third round, Justin pulled out the copies of the new pages of Kinney's journal. It mentioned their time in Cartago and how they intended to go to Nicaragua and perhaps settle there.
"Brian?"
"No."
"How can you say no when you don't know the question?"
"I know you; I don't have to know the question. It's no. No Nicaragua, no Honduras. It's Guatemala then Mexico then home. Don't even try to bat those eyes at me or wiggle your ass in my direction. I won't budge on this one. It's too dangerous and I'm not that sure about Guatemala. I had time to watch CNN when you were ill. That country is having their own problems. Don't ask, Justin. Don't even think about it. It will never happen."
"All right."
"All right?"
"All right. I won't ask, I won't think about it. Make the reservations for Guatemala. The journal says something about the city of Flores. On the map, it's equidistant to Mexico and Belize. I think we should go to the capital of Guatemala City first. There are some churches in that vicinity that we might have some luck with."
"So, if we're all agreed, after breakfast I'll go to the tourist office and book us outta here." Brian looked around the table and everyone nodded in agreement.
The earliest flight Brian could get was in two days. The guys decided to take walks around the city of San Jose and lounge around the hotel's pool. Brian made sure Justin was never far from a bottle of water or the dreaded Gatorade. Justin was feeling better but Brian was not yet convinced of his full recovery. Justin feared that Brian would play the mother hen until they got back to Pittsburgh. And he was right. Justin didn't mind one bit. It was another affirmation of how much Brian cared for him.
On the day of their flight they were pleasantly surprised by Miguel and Mr. Perez. The newly formed couple decided to personally see our travelers off on the next leg of their journey. When they stepped out of their cab and saw Miguel and Mr. Perez standing at the curb waiting for them, they were all blown away.
"Senor Perez," Brian said stepping forward to shake the man's hand. "I didn't expect to see you here. And Miguel." Brian gave them a funny lopsided grin.
"We came to thank you for bringing us together," Mr. Perez replied. "And call me Juan."
"Oh jes," Miguel gushed. "We are so happy. Zank joo so much."
"No problem, Miguel," John said with a big smile. "I'm glad you two found each other."
"Miguel is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time," Juan told them. "And we owe it all to you."
"Oh jes, my Juan, he is so masterful. He makes me all gooey inside."
Juan had the good grace to blush at Miguel's statement but it was also evident that he was proud he made his man feel that way.
"Thanks for coming all the way out here to see us off," Justin said.
"We brought you zumzing for being so yummy," Miguel smiled holding out a gift bag.
"You didn't have to do that," Bobby said wondering what they had brought.
Brian took the bag and lifted out a magnum of champagne. It was Cristal and Brian knew it would have cost a small fortune.
"This is very generous of you," John said looking at the champagne.
"Have a toast to us when you get to the next country," Juan said hugging Miguel.
"We've already had our toast to ze fabuloso Americans who put us together," Miguel gushed.
"Thanks a lot," Justin smiled.
"We better be going," Juan said shaking everyone's hand. "Have a safe flight."
They all called out their goodbyes as they gathered their luggage. Miguel was giggling and waving as he swished his ass while walking away.
"He's some character," John said watching Miguel.
"He must be some bottom if he got us a magnum of Cristal," Brian observed.
"Briiaan," Justin said swatting Brian in the chest.
"But then you're worth three magnums, my little bottom boy," Brian said kissing Justin's cheek.
"And as a top?" Justin had to ask.
"Priceless!" Brian admitted as he dragged his partner into the terminal.