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Chapter Two

Justin entered the loft hesitantly behind the gorgeous brunet, who he had found out on the drive over was called Brian, and peered wide-eyed. The apartment was an interior decorators dream and with his artistic eye, he could appreciate the floor design. He could feel Brian's eyes on him as he looked around the room. The hair on his skin stood up on end where his eyes burned and a shiver ran down his spine. His body wanted to freeze in place but he fought the urge. He turned slowly and tried to keep his face neutral to the lust he was currently feeling.

"You have a nice place," he commented.

Brian hummed indifferently, his eyes darkened and heated. In a swift movement, he had removed his shirt and was beginning to unbutton his low riding jeans. He smirked cockily as Justin's blue eyes became smouldering and he swallowed noticeably. Slowing down slightly, he began to put on a show, slowing sliding the fabric down his thighs and stepping out of them when they pooled at his feet. He licked his lips teasingly, as his jock strap followed. He stood up straight, bold, no hint of self-consciousness and practically swayed his way over to the shell-shocked blond. His hand trailed down the plaid shirt before he hooked a finger into the belt loop, tugging him closer. Justin stepped forward willingly, his eyes darting quickly between Brian's hazel eyes and the most prominent part of his body at the moment.

"You've seen the kitchen and the living room, do you want to see the bedroom?" he questioned his voice full of promise and expectation for what was to come.

Justin licked his lips nervously, noticing how those hazel eyes followed the trail with avid interest. Finding himself unable to speak, he nodded silently and allowed himself to be led up onto the platform where the bed had been placed. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he came to the realisation thiswasreallyhappening.

Brian stopped as he reached the foot of his bed and turned towards the blond he fully intended to possess. The heat in his eyes died a little, replaced with concern, when he noticed the anxiety in his face. "Justin, are you okay?"

Justin blinked a couple of times, as if he just realised where he was once again. He gave Brian a weak smile that was anything but convincing. "Huh? Oh, um, y-yes, I'm fine…I just…I haven't exactly done this b-before…"

Brian face set in stone as he stared down at the blond. "…You're a virgin." He stated in an emotionless voice.

"Y-yes…is that going to be a problem?" he asked, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice at the prospect that the brunet wouldn't want to have him because of his lack of experience.

He half expected the man to apologise (whether it would be polite or harsh, he didn't know) and led him to the door to leave. The man's reaction gave him no reason to believe otherwise, so he was pleasantly surprised – and immensely aroused – when sex seemed to suddenly ooze from every pore in his body, his eyes dilating and his nostrils flaring. Justin couldn't stop the squeak that he released when those strong arms that he had admired so easily in the car ride over wrapped around the small of his waist tightly, lifting up into the air and carrying him purposely towards the bed. Justin clung desperately to his broad shoulders, his mind set on not falling from the height, and his breath caught when he saw the lust that had contorted Brian's facial features. They made him seem like an animal of passion, built for sex and feeding on lust. He looked as if he wanted to devour him, like a lamb to the slaughter, and Justin was a more than willing victim.

He was placed on the centre of the bed and he was allowed a few seconds of relaxation, where he sunk into the soft mattress with a contented sigh, before he felt the long, hard, naked body cover his own clothed one. Frozen under his intense gaze, he was practically boneless as he allowed Brian to quickly and skilfully remove his many layers of clothing. He shivered when the cold air hit his overheated body and wiggled in place, his cock beginning to point in interest, as the brunet pulled away to throw the fabric into a random corner of the room. It was only for a moment before Brian returned to him, pressing his body firmly against its paler counterpart. They were face to face; chest to chest; hip to hip. Brian lifted his arm to push Justin's head back into the pillow firmly. His blue eyes closed briefly and his head tilted backward. Brian leant in closer, so his mouth was pressed against the boy's red-tinted ears. He breathed heavily, relishing in the reaction he could feel hard against him, practically shouting at him for attention, before speaking, voice deepened and husky.

"I'm going to fuck you Justin, just like I intended. I'm going to fuck your tight little virgin ass so hard you'll always feel me, no matter who you're with. You'll beg for it, scream for it, I can promise you that. Do you want that Justin? Do you want my hard cock inside of you?"

Justin whimpered, biting his bottom lip, and nodded weakly. He couldn't speak, too lost in the feeling of the man above him, and instead rolled his hips upward. Their cocks bumped together and Brian moaned at the friction.

"I'll take that as a yes then," He chuckled throatily, "Don't worry; you'll get what you want soon enough." As if to prove his point, he thrust his hips forward sharply. Justin moaned loudly.

Brian's lips trailed teasingly across the smooth curve of his cheekbones. He brushed across the parted lips just briefly before the need to taste became too much and he pressed firmly, forcing his tongue into the moist cavern and getting his first real experience of the blond beneath him. It was addictive from that first sensuous, hesitant touch of their tongues together. Brian growled, the sound vibrating. Fingers holding a bruising tight grip on the pale skin that covered his hips, Brian began his harsh movements – the thrust of his tongue, the jerk of his hips, both demanding, not requesting – and was mildly impressed when he felt Justin give as good as he got. It seemed his prey could fight back. That seemed to turn him on even more. Whatever gentleness he was planning on using, if any, went out the window at that moment as he bite sharply at that plump bottom lip, causing him to release a gasp of both pain and pleasure.

Brian pulled away from those tempting lips and made his way down the length of his body. He paused to nib and suck at the chords of Justin's unmarred neck, loving the way the teen arched to give him more access. Once he was satisfied by the red marks on the pale skin, he continued on his journey, the tip of his tongue falling into all the grooves of his chest. He paid extra attention to the rose bud nipples, sucking, biting and tugging them into abused, hard points. He paused only for a moment to glance up and see the reaction on the teen's face – he had to keep reminding himself that he was, in fact, a virgin. Justin peered down at him through hooded eyes, his blue eyes darkened. His chest was heaving with his laboured breaths and he licked his swollen lips absentmindedly. There was a pinkish flush slowly making its way from his chest to his face. Brian doubted he had ever seen a sight as beautiful.

He made his way down the dip of his hips, keeping his eyes locked on the blond's, until the head of his cock hit his chin. He then turned to pay that particular organ the attention it deserved. Considering the boy's small frame, it was larger than he would have originally guessed. His cock lay heavily against his flat stomach, the head purple and already leaking heavily, pooling in his belly button; his balls drawn up to his body. Brian heard the change in his breathing pattern at the moment when he grasped the shaft tightly in the palm of his hand. Moving back to sit on his knees, he watched with a blank expression, this eyes the only thing that was giving away his lust, as he slowly began to jerk him off.

Justin gasped loudly, throwing his head backwards. He was in sensory overload. Every part of his body tingled, begging for release, even something as simple as a hand job from this man was putting him on the very brink. His hands came out and grabbed at the softness of the duvet cover tightly as he struggled to fight of his impending orgasm.

Suddenly, Brian stopped. Justin breathed heavily, his body trembling, as he was gently, carefully, brought away from the edge of ecstasy. He didn't say anything, just stared up at him questioning. Silently, he hoped that Brian wouldn't leave him here, like he was, hard and desperate. Brian leant over the body, his cock trailing, and whispered softly, "Turn over". Justin didn't question his motives, just scrambled to oblige to the request. He moved to his hands and knees. The limbs shook under his waist and cock hung between his slightly parted legs. Brian took a moment to admire the sight for a moment, before he began what he had intended to do in the first place.

He ran his hands over the smooth curve of his ass, caressing the flesh for a moment before parting them to reveal the one thing he was desperate to bestow his full attention on. Justin shivered as the cold air hit his hole and he wondered what the older man was about to do. His mind ran through every possible explanation, everything he had ever seen, everything he had ever imagined, to try and figure out what was about to happen. He felt hot air on his sensitive ring and clenched instinctively. He gasped, his mind going blank the very moment he felt the tongue he had come very familiar with press against him. His head snapped backwards with the pleasure of it all.

Brian groaned loudly at the musky taste. It was almost identical to the one he had tasted when they shared their first kiss; only this was much stronger, powerful, undiluted. His movements sped up in his urgency. He pointed his tongue so he could get deeper into the intoxicatingly tight channel. The round globes cradled his face as his jaw began to ache. All he could hear was the swirling of his own tongue and the pleading noises Justin was releasing. These only seemed to make him move faster and with more intensity and determination. Justin rocked backwards in time with the thrusts, his thighs shaking and his channel bearing down on the slick, probing muscle. He was so close to coming, to falling a part completely, and Brian hadn't even fucked him yet. He didn't want to come like this, not yet, but the pleasure was too intense and mind blowing for him to even think about forming the coherent words he would need to put in his request.

To his own relief and disappointment, he didn't need to say anything because Brian pulled away after three sensuous licks to the quivering hole. He couldn't hold out any longer. His body was taunt, his cock harder than it had been since he was a teenager; every one of his senses was inline with Justin's and it had become a physical need to claim that boy in a way no one had before. Feeling under his bed for the lube and condoms, he quickly slid the latex sleeve over his engorged cock, having to pause for a moment to stop him from coming. The pause in movements caused Justin to whimper and to jerk his hips, searching for some kind of contact. Slathering his fingers in lube, Brian began to stretch the tight hole to accommodate him. He watched greedily as Justin took one finger, two; three.

"Brian!" Justin cried out pleadingly, desperate and horny.

The sound of his name seemed to snap whatever Brian had left of his patience. He removed his fingers, gripping the back of the blond strands of hair, and used his other hand to carefully align his cock. He nudged the hole a few times, reminding himself like it was a mantra to not take the blond so roughly; he was a virgin. He allowed his cock head to break past the barriers of the ring a couple of times before gently rolling his hips forward, gritting his teeth to stave off the orgasm he could feel increasing as he slid into the clenching channel quickly, knowing it would be easier and less painful that way. He came to a stuttered halt when he was fully seated. He felt the body tense beneath him and a pained cry echoed the room.

"Are you okay?" Brian asked breathlessly.

"It hurts. Does it always hurt?" Justin questioned.

"Sometimes, but that's part of the appeal," Brian assured in a soft voice.

He kept as still as possible – which was a feat all in itself he believed – until the tension slowly left Justin's body. He moved his hips forward slightly.

"Yeah?" he looked for permission to continue.

"Yes," Justin nodded, his voice practically none existent. He gripped the edge of the pillow tightly, his lips parted, as Brian finally began to move.

The pleasure was unimaginable, so much better than he had thought it would be, and so totally different from anything he had done on himself. The cold, inflexible surface of a didlo, although it achieved the same affect, had nothing on the feeling of the ridges on Brian's cock as it moved in and out of him. He rolled his hips at a new angle and Justin let out a shout when the head hit his prostate directly.

They fell into an easy rhythm, as if it was something they had always done. Justin met every thrust of his hips, his cock moving heavily with each movement, and Brian hit his prostate firmly, sharply, loving the cries of pleasure that emitted from the blond. They were beautifully formed, and he became determined to hear them more and more. He was so hard, so ready to come, although he wanted to delay the climax, at least for a little longer, but Justin clenched insatiably around his cock, not wanting to let him go once he was completely inside and it was getting more and more difficult to hold it off.

The need too much, he wrapped an arm under Justin's body, around his chest, and dragged him firmly up to sit on his knees. Justin moaned at the change of position that moved Brian's cock deeper into him, if that was even possible. His head rolled back to rest on the broad shoulder and he breathed heavily. Brian jerked his hips forward more forcefully, needing to bring the blond to release before he reached it himself. He grasped the boy's hips and he leant closer to his ear.

"Touch yourself for me," he whispered the order.

Using both hands, Justin shakily grasped his cock and jerked himself off at a furious pace. With every thrust forward, Brian forced his cock further into the curl of his palm. Both watched as the cock head appeared and disappeared from within his hand. Pre-cum leaked heavily from the swollen red head, and was spread along his shaft. He was so close, it was painful. Justin bit his bottom lip to the point that blood was drawn and a sob broke past his lips. The bottom of Brian's fingers brushed across the blond's heavy ball sac and Justin was lost. He came with loud cry, his body trembling, eyes clenched shut.

As his body convulsed around him, Brian felt himself unable to hold on longer. He cursed loudly and jerked forward roughly, filling the condom with cum. For a moment, his vision dimmed and his nails dug into Justin's hip and thigh. Both men seemed to sag against each other, breathing heavily. All the nerves in their bodies tingling, overly sensitive. With some struggle, Brian pulled out and disposed of the condom, before dropping on the bed heavily, reaching out to pull the blond towards him.

Brian moved Justin's head towards him so he could claim his lips once more. Tiredly, Justin returned the kiss, curving his body into the more muscled one.

"So how was that for your first time Justin?" he teased.

Justin chuckled softly. "Better than I could of imagined," he admitted.

Brian cupped Justin's ass and massaged the skin. Justin released a small moan of pleasure.

"Ready for round 2?" the brunet questioned much to his surprise.

"Already?"

"Oh, it seems you don't have as much resilience as teenagers are supposed to have. I'm almost disappointed," Brian laughed. He turned a heat gaze towards the blond, "But your ass more than makes us for it. I'm sure you won't deny me that."

Justin licked his lips, eyes wide. A part of him was telling him, it was going to be a long night and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.