Breaking The Rules

Wild Night

Brian's POV

I'm looking at this gorgeous blond sitting next to me and can't help but smile at him again. He is just so fucking adorable. He looks like an angel, but something tells me he's anything but.

I was pleasantly surprised when he bumped his ass into me earlier at Babylon. When I looked over at him and we made eye contact, I knew that I'd be taking him home tonight. Who wouldn't with those bright blue eyes of his, and that hot ass. And those lips. Mmm... They taste so good. There is something though, about this guy that is a little off. When I look into his eyes, I see a sort of sadness there, even though he is smiling back at me.

I reach my hand out and stroke his cheek softly with my thumb. He closes his eyes at the touch, and leans his face into my palm. His porcelain skin is so smooth and seems completely flawless. He looks young.

"You know, you're beautiful," I whisper. He doesn't say anything, he just scoots his body closer to me and leans in and starts to kiss me. Our kiss is slow and soft at first, but soon it turns fast and furious.

He runs his hands up and down my chest, and stops to pinch my left nipple through my black tank top, which sends a jolt of pleasure traveling straight to my cock. I hear myself moan louder than I had intended, and just smile into the kiss. He's going to pay for that.

I run my hands down to the bottom of his shirt, and lift it up to pull it over his head. We are still kissing and only stop the kiss long enough for me to get his shirt off. I toss it onto the floor, and wrap my arms around him, running them up and down and all around his back. I feel myself get impossibly harder as I touch his smooth, naked flesh. He helps me take off my wife beater, and our hands are now all over each other.

I stop kissing him and stand up. He looks at me like I'm crazy until I grab his hand and explain.

"Let's move to the bedroom," I tell him. He nods eagerly and follows behind me as I lead the way to my king size bed. I start to kiss him again, and push him back onto the bed until he's laying flat on his back and I'm on top of him covering his body with my own. I work my way down from his lips to his neck, then drag my tongue down his throat and then keep going lower to seek out his right nipple. When I find it, I flick it with my tongue. He moans, and I smile at the sound. I then bite down on the nipple.

"Fuck," he practically yells, but I can tell he's into it. I know how hard to bite a man there with just the right amount of pressure to make him go wild. I softly lick over the spot I just bit, and then squeeze it gently again between my lips.

I look up and see that he's watching me with lust in his eyes. I drag my hand down to the front of his pants and undo the top button and slide the zipper down. He is panting hard now in anticipation. I know he wants me to touch him so badly.

I reach my hand into his boxers and start to stroke his long, thick, cock.

"Brian," he moans, his eyes now closed, as I'm working my hand up and down his shaft. I then push myself down his body until my knees are on the floor. He lifts his hips up for me so I can pull his jeans off, and I do. I stare at him lying there, so beautiful, in only his underwear, his hard cock tenting them, begging to be released.

I choose to slide his boxers off slowly, nuzzling my nose in his pubic hair as I do so. I feel him trembling under me, trying to control himself. I pull his boxers off the rest of the way and then grab his cock with one hand and lick the head with the tip of my tongue, swirling it around the tip and then dip into his slit.

"God," he moans. I give him a devilish smile before taking all of him in my mouth.

"Yes," he gasps. I feel his fingers running through my hair as I bob up and down his cock. I let it fall from my mouth and start to jack him off, while sucking on my middle finger, coating it with saliva. I put my mouth back on his cock and start sucking him off again, and then slip my lubricated finger up his ass. I hear him gasp from the intrusion, and notice how tight he is. I briefly wonder how old this guy is and if he is a virgin.

"Brian, if you don't stop now, I'm going to cum," Justin warns me. I immediately stop sucking his cock, but I add another finger and continue finger fucking him.

"Do you like this?" I ask.

"Fuck, yeah," Justin answers, his eyes rolling back into his head. I smile knowing that he's getting so much pleasure out of this. "Fuck me!" he demands. I remove my fingers from his hole, and get up to retrieve a condom and lube from my nightstand, then climb back onto the bed.

It is then that I realize that I'm not even fully naked. I was so caught up in giving Justin pleasure, that I didn't even notice that my cock had gone untouched. Well that was about to change very soon. Suddenly, he looks at me like he's reading my mind.

"You have way too many clothes on," he purrs, and then rubs my cock through my jeans. "Allow me," he smiles as he unbuttons my pants and pushes them down to my ankles. I step out of them and anxiously and wait to see what he will do next.

He pulls off my briefs tortuously slow, nibbling, sucking and licking my hip and thigh as he's doing so. My legs start to feel like jelly, and I can't help but to let out a loud moan.

He stares at my cock, and he looks pleased as he licks his lips. He brings his mouth close to it, and then blows hot air on the tip. He then reaches his hands around to my ass and starts massaging my ass cheeks. I see his tongue peek out between his teeth, and I realize that I'm so turned on that I could cum just from that sight.

"You want me to suck your cock?" Justin asks seductively, his baby blues boring into my eyes.

"Yeah," I manage to whisper. He gives me a small frown.

"Uh, I don't think I quite heard you, Brian. Could you speak up?" He asks innocently, the hot air from his delicious mouth still breathing on my cock, making it twitch in anticipation.

"Yes. I want you to suck me off," I say loud and clear. That answer seems to satisfy him, and he says, "Yes, sir," and wraps his juicy lips around the head of my cock. I let out another groan as I feel the warm, wet mouth sucking the tip of my dick, and then with his tongue, flicking on the underside of it, causing jolts of pleasure to course through my my body. Christ, this kid is good.

He finally takes me into his mouth whole, and I just about cum right then when I feel my cock at the back of his throat and him swallowing around it. As much as I love this blow job, I'm going to have to tell him to stop, because I would much rather cum while buried up his sweet, tight ass.

"Justin. I want to fuck you," I tell him. He smiles around my dick, and then nods, as he lets me slip from his mouth. I push him back on the bed and crawl on top of him, covering his naked body with my own. Crushing my lips against his, I allow my tongue to explore all around the inside of his mouth.

I lift his legs and put them on my shoulders. He's watching me, his blue eyes sparkling, his face and chest flushed pink from lust. He looks so beautiful like that. I grab a condom and sheath it over my dick, and then apply a generous amount of lube over it as well. I bring my hand down to his hole and smear the excess lube around his pucker, and finally slip one, then two fingers up his ass. He is moaning in pleasure, pushing back onto my fingers and panting.

"Brian," he moans. God, I love the way he says my name.

"Tell me what you want," I say softly, as I probe my fingers in and out of him. I give him a soft peck on the lips, then lick down the side of his neck and suck on it gently.

"Fuck me," he begs. I remove my fingers from him and smile as I place my cock at his entrance. I look in his eyes, and see a last minute look of uncertainty, and what may be fear.

"What is it? What's wrong?" I ask. He looks up at me, seemingly startled that I noticed his expression.

"Nothing. It's just that I am usually a top. I haven't bottomed for a long time. I'm not used to being in this position," he admits, looking a little nervous. I nod at him, and then give him a warm smile.

"I understand. I'll take it easy. I want this to feel really good for you," I tell him. That seems to relax him, and he smiles at me, and pulls me in for a passionate kiss.

I put my cock back at the entrance of his hole, and push the head in. I see his face scrunch up in slight pain, as he takes deep breaths.

"Are you okay?" I ask, and he nods.

"Yeah. Keep going," he encourages me. I slowly ease myself all the way into him, and then lean in to kiss him. We kiss until I feel him start to push back, telling me he's ready for the show to start. Just to be sure, I ask him.

"You ready?" I ask, looking into his glassy eyes. Beads of sweat are dripping down his forehead.

"Yes. Fuck me," he says, pushing back against me again. I pull out of him, and slowly push back into the tight hole. It feels so fucking incredible. Soon, I see in his eyes that the pain has gave way, and he is now enthusiastically meeting each and every one of my thrusts. We are both moaning, sweating, kissing, panting. It's like heaven inside of him, and I never want to leave.

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Justin's POV

Wow. That is all I can say about this experience. I was a little embarrassed that Brian caught my vulnerable look right before we started to fuck. I am grateful that he didn't make a big deal out of it, and that he genuinely seemed to care about my comfort. He was probably thinking that I was a virgin or something. Well, at this point, I might as well be one. I haven't bottomed for anyone in about a year. It's a once in a great while occurrence. It has to be that way so that I can maintain control. It's times like these though that I wonder if I should really be so adamant about being a top.

This guy is fucking amazing. He's sexy as hell, and is absolutely beautiful. His body is toned, and feels wonderful covering mine. His lips are so sweet. I definitely made the right choice by coming home with him.

He's pumping his big, thick, cock in and out of me, filling me, and I can't remember it ever feeling this good with anyone else. I fight to keep my eyes open so I can see his face; his expressions. His eyes have changed to a dark green, and are half closed, and he's smiling. He looks as if he's in a world of his own; a beautiful place, and that place is me. I file away that image in my mind for later. I want to paint it; save this memory, this night, forever.

I feel myself getting close to orgasm, and he seems to already know that, as he takes my cock into his hand and starts stroking me in time with his thrusts. Our breaths become more shallow, and before long, I feel myself falling. I see bright lights flash behind my eyelids as my orgasm hits, and I ride out the waves of ecstasy and feel him shaking above me, releasing his seed into the condom.

He collapses on top of me, and gives me a lazy but very sexy smile and then kisses my neck, as we're panting and trying to catch our breath. He is running his fingers through my hair, and it feels nice. That is not something I'm used to, but I allow him to continue doing so, welcoming the light ticklish feeling.

Brian carefully pulls out of me, and discards the condom, and lays next to me, stroking my arm lightly.

"You are fucking amazing," he tells me, still slightly out of breath. I smile back at him.

"You're not so bad yourself," I answer. I am suddenly feeling very exhausted, and find myself wanting to rest my eyes for a moment. This is usually about the time that I roll out of the bed, start getting dressed and head home. I force myself to open my eyes, and sit up in bed. He gives me a confused look.

"You're not leaving, are you?" he asks. It doesn't look like he wants me to go.

"This is the part where I usually go home, so yeah," I tell him. He touches my cheek softly and looks at me for a moment.

"You look exhausted. You're welcome to stay the night, if you want," he says. Oh God. This is what I DON'T need.

"Well, I don't usually --" I start to say, when he interrupts me.

"You can sleep in the guest room if you like. You don't have to sleep in my bed, although I'd love for you to. I would just rather you not drive home if you're really tired," he says. I look at him carefully. He's so adorable. His auburn hair is mussed up, and he has that freshly fucked look written all over his face. Even now, he looks incredibly sexy.

I take a moment to consider what he's offered, and against my better judgment, I hear myself say, "Okay, I'll stay." He smiles at me warmly and kisses my cheek.

"Great. Should I make up the bed in the guest room then? My son usually sleeps in there, but I just had the bedding washed and haven't had a chance to put them on the bed yet," he explains.

I look at him in surprise when he mentions he has a son. He doesn't exactly look like the father-type. Oh, God. I hope he's not bi. Or worst yet, married! What have I got myself into this time?

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Brian's POV

Justin is looking like he wants to make a run for it. I could see he was surprised when I mentioned my son. I am used to that reaction. He looks a little freaked out though.

"You have a son?" he asks.

"Yeah, Gus. He's three year's old," I answer.

"So... were you married before?"

"No. His mother and I have been close friends since college. She and her partner wanted a baby, so I helped them out," I explain to him. I see his face relax a little.

"So you're not bi?" he asked. I give him a strange look.

"Shit, no!" I tell him, almost laughing. He didn't say anything, but I could see he was no longer looking over at the door for an escape. "So, should I make up the guest bed or not?" I ask again.

"Well, this is a king size bed, I don't think it would be so bad to sleep in here," he says. I smile at him.

"Great. I'm going to take a shower. There's another shower in the guest room if you prefer to take one alone. There's also some extra tooth brushes in the cabinet in there," I tell him, standing up.

Of course, I would rather him conserve water and shower with me. I would love to roam my hands all over his hot body again. But I can tell that he is a little guarded, and I don't want to crowd him or make him feel uncomfortable. I won't push. That is a sure way to make him run off, and I definitely don't want that.

I turn to go to the shower, when I feel his hand on my arm. He's smiling at me mischievously.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" he asks.

"I thought you'd never ask," I tell him, and pull him toward the bathroom.

We step into the hot, steamy water, allowing it to fall onto us as we huddle under it, reveling in it's nice warmth. I take the bar of soap and start to lather it into my hands, and start to rub the suds all over Justin's body. He moans appreciatively, as I make sure to leave no body part unwashed. I wash his behind, loving the feel of his spongecake ass cheeks. He's got the hottest ass. I turn him around and start to wash his beautiful hardening cock, and feel myself grow hard as I take in the sight of it all soapy and slick. He moans, and then takes the soap from me, and lathers it in his hands, and starts stroking my cock at the same time.

Justin leans in and kisses me, and we make out passionately as we stroke each other, until we finally erupt into each other's hands. We finish washing each other, and then step out of the shower.

After brushing our teeth and towel-drying each other off, we slip back into my bed, feeling worn out.

"Thanks for offering to let me stay," Justin says quietly and then yawns.

"Thanks for agreeing," I smile, and lightly run my fingers through his damp blond hair. I can't resist touching him. He feels too good not to touch. He's looking at me warily. I can see in his eyes that he doesn't fully trust me, but there is also something there that is telling me he wants to.

I wrap my arms around Justin and lightly stroke his arm. I almost expect him to try to pull away from me, but he doesn't. Soon, his eyelids grow heavy, and by the sound of his breathing, I can tell he is asleep. I smile, and kiss his temple, and feel myself fall into my own slumber.