A/N: It's just smut this time, people...simply smut - ha!

The heavy metal door that I shut to close us off from the rest of the world outside resembled that of a submarine's, complete with a round wheel I had to turn to open and close it. Upon closing it behind us, I was surprised to find that we were immediately engulfed in total darkness; I couldn't see anything at all in the inky blackness, but inside the metal structure it was remarkably cooler than outside and provided some relief from the heat. Well, at least ONE kind of heat; my cock was still painfully hard and needed drastic attention, ever since I had laid eyes on a certain blond approximately an hour ago, and now that we were finally alone, it was kicking into high gear. I could hear the slight creaking of our temporary shelter while it rocked slightly in the wind as we stood there and listened for any sounds of occupation, but thankfully I couldn't hear any workmen inside; apparently either they were taking a lunch break or they hadn't gotten around to working on any of the repairs yet.

"Looks like we have the place to ourselves," I told Justin happily; I could tell by his soft breathing on my face that he was facing me in the narrow-feeling corridor. "So let's play a little hide and go seek. I'll even give you a head-start." I unzipped my shorts and sought Justin's hand in the dark, locating it as my fingers curled over his and I placed our clasped hands over my hard-as-a-rock dick tented underneath my briefs. "Here's an extra clue to its identity: It's big and hard and horny – I wonder what it could be?" I helpfully supplied. I groaned as I felt Justin obligingly giving it an experimental squeeze through the cotton fabric.

"Well, it certainly isn't another corndog," he snickered with a slight giggle as he removed his hand and snaked it inside my now wet briefs to find bare, hot skin; his hand was soft and warm and oh-so-wonderfully familiar as he curled his fingers around my arousal. "What a big boner you have down there," he teased me. "See, I told you – you DO have a big head."

"Well, you should know…" As Justin gave me one more possessive squeeze, I couldn't take it anymore as I let out a loud moan of pent-up frustration. The stuffed giraffe promptly dropped to the floor, temporarily forgotten, as I firmly slid one arm around his waist and slammed our bodies together as I heard him grunt softly on impact, his hand still trapped around my cock between us; I had to feel those impertinent, soft, full lips against mine as I reached up with my other hand to grab his neck and roughly push our mouths together to anchor his slighter form tightly against mine. I heard Justin whimper in the back of his throat like a beast had been awakened as I made an insistent demand to deepen the kiss. After waiting for what seemed like way too long, I felt his lips open under mine and my tongue greedily pressed inside for us to get much more reacquainted.

God, he tasted so good! He always did, though – so damn sweet like the finest wine. I never really figured out just what it was about Justin's kisses, but the sensation he engendered in me was strictly his and his alone – totally intoxicating and unique. I hadn't kissed any other man since he had laid out those damn unorthodox rules so long ago, but frankly I hadn't needed any other man's kisses, either – the feelings his sweet, passionate kisses invoked in me always took me to heights no one else ever could and I knew I would never find another person who made me feel the way that he did. Between his talented tongue and his lips caressing mine, and his hand now stroking my imprisoned cock tightly against us, I knew I could cum just from what he was doing to me and we were just getting started with our fun…

I reluctantly broke apart from our kiss, then, our lips making a soft, popping, suctioning noise as they separated; in the quiet of the metal building, I could hear our twin, echoing pants of breath and I could feel his heartbeat pounding along with mine as I slid my other arm from his neck to his waist to hold him close.

"Where's Gus?" I heard him unexpectedly say in the dark; leave it to Justin to be worried about my son in the throes of a hot make-out session. It was oddly sweet in a way, though, how he was always so concerned about him.

"He's fine," I assured him softly against his neck, which I was currently snacking on; I pressed down with my teeth briefly on his collarbone as he gasped while my hands slowly stroked his lower back, just itching to delve under the hem of his shirt to feel some hot, bare skin. "He's with Mikey and J.R.," I added in between nibbles, my tongue laving the bite with soothing licks of saliva. "I told Mikey to have a nice, long lunch and enjoy a ride or two so I could have a nice, long lunch and enjoy a ride, too." I heard Justin chuckle against my lips as I added, "They were eating corndogs by the way, but I think you've got them beat hands down when it comes to proper technique."

I could almost see Justin's smile of amusement in the inky darkness as he released his hold on my cock and placed his hands on my briefs to begin slowly pulling them down my legs; now we were finally getting somewhere, but it wasn't MY clothes I wanted discarded at the moment. "Well, I hope you haven't eaten yet," he purred in a decidedly seductive tone of voice that went straight to my already throbbing, much-neglected cock. I moaned loudly with desire, though, as my previous fantasy came to life and I felt the nails of those long-fingered artist's hands slowly, ever so slowly scraping up my thighs to finally cup my balls and lightly jiggle them in his fingers; it was a start, but not quite what I had I mind. "No, I think not," he decided for himself as he cradled them in the palm of his hands. I was so horny at that moment I would have sworn both balls were completely natural and fully functional as I slowly went out of my mind with crazed yearning for this beautiful, blond tormenter.

"Justin," I groaned out, uncaring how pathetic it sounded. "Will you fucking get on with it?" I was going to give my little cock tease five more seconds to move on to a more critical part of my anatomy before I took matters into my own hands – literally; there was the urgent issue, though, of my partner still being way too overdressed for what I had in mind to do, however…

Apparently the little fucker wasn't quite done playing with me yet, however, as I felt him leaning in even closer and whispering silkily in my left ear, "You want me to suck you off, Brian? You want me to take my hot tongue and lick up and down that big dick like a nice, juicy lollipop? You want me to demonstrate my superb corndog eating skills on this?" He returned his talented right hand to my cock then, flicking some of the pre-cum onto his thumb and then using it to partially lubricate my shaft as he slowly began to expertly stroke it to even more painful hardness, giving it an occasional rough jerk. "Is that what you want, Brian? You want me to stroke you and swallow you deep until you can't take it anymore? You want me to lick up every drop from you until your cock is drained dry?"

I moaned. Where did that nervous, innocent little daredevil twink go so long ago? The one that let ME call all the shots? Apparently I had taught him very well, in addition to my little artiste having some unique, innate talents of his own because just the sound of that voice whispering in my ear and his expert ministrations on my dick were making me hot as hell and I was long past the boiling point. "YES!" I managed to hiss out, my breath ragged and shallow. "Do it, damn it! Then I'm going to fuck you until you go blind, you little shit!"

Normally whenever we made love or fucked, whether it was at home, in the backroom of Babylon or even in some frigid semi-trailer or a restaurant bathroom, there was always at least a sliver of light to help guide our movements. Here, however, in this total darkness, I had to rely on my other senses, and every movement, every sound and ever exquisite touch was heightened in this inky place and it made me even more aware of everything Justin was doing. His voice and his taunting touches were driving me insane as he said huskily, "Well, all you had to do was say so." Finally, I felt him kneel down in front of me and dig into my thigh with his left hand as he placed his hot, wet mouth over just the tip of my dick and curled the fingers of his right hand around the base for leverage. "Ahhh," I groaned appreciatively at the much-longed for sensation. I couldn't see what he was doing below me, but I could certainly feel it as he slowly took in more and more of my cock until finally, he was deep throating me. God, the wetness and the suction of that mouth! And when he began to hum something, anything, his lips vibrated around my cock and I couldn't take it anymore: I came with a loud, animalistic cry that echoed off the metallic walls of our own private fun house as I promptly shot an unbelievable amount of my cum into his talented little mouth. He expertly swallowed every drop as I held onto the top of his head, my hand fisted in his hair for support as I threatened to pull a large clump of it out of his head until he slowly rose to his feet, placing his hands on my waist as he leaned up to kiss me, the taste of our passion still on his tongue as we kissed deeply.

Our moans filled the air while we continued to kiss as Justin slid his hands around my waist, still fully dressed somehow, a fact that I was soon going to rectify – that is, as soon as my breathing returned to normal. My partner was without a doubt not only incredibly talented in artistic ability but also in some other key areas as well – no one had ever satisfied me the way that he did or knew my body as well, and I imagine they never would. Justin had totally spoiled me on anyone else, but I certainly wasn't complaining as long as he stayed by my side and gave me the type of attention I just received.

We held each other for several seconds until finally we broke apart and I nuzzled his neck to say, "Come on, let's check out the rest." I was anxious to find a suitable spot to continue our activity as I reached down blindly to locate Gus's giraffe, my shorts and briefs – no point in putting them back on, only to take them right back off, I reasoned – before I took his hand to walk deeper into the structure, unaware of exactly what we would encounter in our sightless state. But that was half the thrill of it, not knowing what we would encounter; that and having every touch intensified as I held Justin's hand in mine, marveling at the warmth and softness there.

As we walked about ten feet further into the closed fun house, I could feel us stepping onto a different-type of metal flooring – whereas the previous floor had been smooth, this one was peppered with small, hard bumps of some kind; our weight on it must have triggered some sort of motor, because as soon as we both stepped on it, we were instantly bombarded by a loud mechanical banging sound immediately ahead of us; as I reached out with my other hand to the side I located a cold, smooth metal bar running along the wall; I grasped it for balance as I held onto Justin firmly with my other hand to keep him from falling on the uneven surface. Fortunately I took hold of the railing just in time, because Justin, who was slightly ahead of me, cried out in surprise and I felt him beginning to fall.

"Brian! Shit! Watch out!" he called out in warning as I felt the floor beneath me suddenly undulating up and down like we were walking on an earthquake fault and I held onto the railing like a life raft. The floor was roiling like some giant wave as I yelled at Justin to try and grab onto the railing beside him. He must have found it, because I felt him slowly progressing ahead of me through the uneven metal floor until finally, we found ourselves back on solid, unmoving ground again. I could hear him sigh in relief as I joined him and the clanging noise stopped, bathing the room again in an eerie sort of relative silence.

"Tell me again whose idea it was to have some fun in the fun house," he groused next to me, his breathing coming out as a sort of wheezing noise. "Because that part was definitely NOT fun, Brian."

I couldn't help laughing softly at his pitiful-sounding voice as I placed my hands reassuringly on his shoulders from behind and nuzzled his neck in apology. "No, I guess not," I admitted in his ear. "But the next part will be," I added as I got a sudden inspiration; all I had to do was convince Justin to go along with it. I nipped at his earlobe, right where I knew he liked it, feeling his shoulders relaxing somewhat in my hold as I turned him around. I reached down to grasp the hem of his sleeveless shirt as he lifted his hands to allow me to pull it off, finally giving me access to his soft, warm skin that I had been craving for hours now. I dropped his shirt to the floor and hastily pulled my own off as I reached down to urgently unbutton his shorts, finding immense satisfaction in how quickly I could divest him of the rest of his clothing as he obligingly stepped out of them; his briefs and sandals followed shortly afterward. I couldn't wait to curl my fingers around his cock and give it a couple of tugs as I heard him groan in appreciation. My own cock was getting hard once more as I told him mysteriously, "I've got an idea."

"What?" I heard him ask warily. "If it's your cock in my ass, I've been there, done that, Brian."

I chuckled. "Well, that's part of it, but let's just say it's a variation on fucking that we haven't tried before."

He snorted, knowing that we pretty much had tried every anatomical position we could by now, but we had never something quite like this... "Now THAT I've got to see," he said skeptically. "IF I could see, that is."

I laughed again. "Come over here," I told him as I found his hand and began to lead him back over toward the wild and crazy floor we have just navigated across with great effort.

"Are you fucking insane?" he growled at me in disbelief as he realized where we going and tried to pull away from me. "I almost broke my neck on that thing!"

I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Just hold onto the railing again and we'll go for a nice little ride," I assured him, my voice coming out as a sort of encouraging purr. "Let me – and the floor – do all the work." I leaned down and managed to find my shorts, locating the lubricated condom in one of the pockets as I straightened back up. I tore the packet open with my teeth and quickly sheathed myself in preparation, my pulse speeding up in anticipation over what we were about to try.

"You're crazy," I heard him say again, but I could detect just a hint of excitement in his tone of voice as he, too, began to wonder if this might be quite an interesting experience with the differences in our height. "Okay," he finally murmured a little nervously as he slowly inched back over to our "floor of doom" ride as I followed closely behind, holding tightly onto his hand as I reached out and found the railing again. We stepped onto the activation plate and the clanging started back up. Before stepping back onto the crazily-moving floor I tried to get my balance as I grasped the round metal bar. "Come on, Sunshine, time to take you on a thrill ride," I told him as he slowly navigated his way back onto the gyrating floor. I helped guide his one hand over to the railing and waited a few seconds until I heard him say over the noise, "I hope you know what you're doing..." He still sounded a little doubtful but also a breathless with anticipation as the metal floor clattered and swayed again and I lined up by body behind him, twining my fingers with his on the railing as I steered my cock to his twitching hole with my other hand.

As the floor rocked side to side, my body suddenly lurched forward against Justin and I found my cock instantly rammed into his tight little pucker up to the hilt in one swift stroke, much faster and rougher than I could have normally done by myself. My God. The feeling was indescribable; it was both feral and powerful in its intensity. I heard Justin cry out at the abrupt, sudden intrusion as I worried over whether it was from pain or the incredible sensation of my cock plunged suddenly into his wonderfully tight ass. "You all right?" I struggled to say as my body continued to rock in and out of him violently like a ship in a perfect storm; I reached to clamp my other hand over the railing with his to steady us as I continued to pump in and out of him.

I felt like my body was totally out of my control as I pulled back in time with the floor's shaking and then rammed back in on the upstroke, my thrusts perfectly timed with the swaying of its movements. With the way the floor was constructed, our bodies were angled perfectly to deliver the utmost in pleasure for both of us as I finally heard Justin speak. "Brian!" I heard him struggling to say my name as I gripped his fingers tightly; I'm sure they would have been white if I could have only seen them. "Fuck; oh, fuck! This is, this is unbelievable!"

He continued to chant my name and groan as my body slammed against his ass violently and my cock plunged in and quickly back out like a well-greased fucking machine, the movement of the floor helping my momentum and hitting his prostate on every stroke perfectly. I heard him continue to moan my name and some unintelligible words I couldn't understand as I grunted back at him in response; the emotions coursing through me didn't allow for anything more comprehensible at the moment. The sweat pouring from our bodies and into our hands from the exertion made the railing slippery as I continued to slide in and out of my own little piece of heaven and we hung on for dear life.

Unfortunately, it was all over way too soon as I felt Justin's ass muscles clenching around my dick and his whole body tense up against mine as he cried out my name one last time and collapsed against the railing in a boneless, spineless heap; the sounds of my lover falling over the edge and the tightening of his muscles around my dick as he came were enough to send me climaxing, too, with an explosive cry and my sated, exhausted body draped itself over his against the railing, our hands still tightly clasped together for support and balance as I struggled to control my breathing amidst the rollicking surface beneath us.

I nuzzled his sweaty neck, feeling his body literally shaking from the rapid beating of his heart as I licked some of the salty taste with my tongue and he shivered against me from the aftereffects of our fucking. "Shit, Justin," I murmured in awe, not sure if he could really hear as I found it hard to adequately come up with the right words to explain the way I was feeling; the whole experience was almost impossible to describe. I had assumed the back and forth, uneven movement of the floor would heighten our pleasure and put us on more of an even playing surface height-wise, but fuck; that had been one of the hottest experiences that I had ever had. "That… That was fucking hot, Sunshine," I exclaimed breathlessly in appreciation against his ear. I moved our hands closer together on the railing until I was holding onto his slender body tightly against mine for protection from falling off before I finally managed to say, "Come on – time to get off this crazy ride." I felt him turn shakily back the way we had come as he slowly inched ahead of me, no doubt making sure his grip on the railing didn't loosen to keep him from failing as we gradually made our way back to more stable ground nearby.

We thankfully reached a more solid part of the floor soon afterward and the cacophonous clanging ceased as I reached down and with some difficulty, located what I hoped was all of our hastily-discarded clothing and Gus's treasured giraffe as we made our way several feet away from the uneven floor; we were practically staggering as we both collapsed in a heap onto the ground, sitting Indian-style on top of our previously-discarded clothes, the hardness of the metal surface not the most comfortable place to rest, but it was all we had. I could feel his knee touching mine beside me as I reached over and cupped one of his cheeks in the darkness and he leaned into my touch; in the inky blackness I could still feel the softness, the warmth there on his face as I reached up to sweep some sweaty bangs away from his brow. I didn't have to have illumination to know that if I could see at that moment, I would surely find his captivating blue eyes locked on mine as I heard him whisper breathlessly, "Shit, Brian, you're trying to kill me here."

"Gives a whole new meaning to the words trick floor, doesn't it?" I wisecracked as I dropped my hand onto his knee, my breath still coming out in heavy pants. I held my other hand out in front of me, still amazed that this portable structure we were in could be so airtight that it was black as a cave inside. "I can't see six inches in front of me," I told Justin.

"I know," Justin responded, still a little out of breath himself but his voice was a little stronger-sounding now. "Neither can I." He took an inhale of breath before adding, "But you know, I could still paint every inch of you perfectly, even in pitch darkness. I know every contour of your body by now," he said softly, sounding just a bit embarrassed. "I could practically paint you in my sleep."

"That would make for a different kind of messy bed sheet, Sunshine," I quipped as he slapped my thigh in response. "But after that last drawing you made, I think you might need to work on your scaling proportions," I quipped as I remembered the huge head he had placed on my body. My other hand dropped down to the cold, hard ground beneath us as it brushed against the curled-up "masterpiece" Justin had insisted on coloring for me earlier. "By the way, Mr. Taylor, I'm glad we could make good use of one of those packets you included in my sketch, but I don't recall having them hanging out of my pocket like some sort of condom sausage."

I heard him laugh softly in amusement. "I used a little artistic license," he admitted readily. "They weren't visible, but I knew they were there just the same. At least, I was hoping so."

I reached in the darkness to find his hand next to me and linked our fingers together to give them a squeeze. "Well, I guess you DO know me well by now." We sat there for a minute or so in companionable silence until I let out one, last deep, reluctant breath, knowing we couldn't stay in here forever but hating to leave our own little secret hideout from the rest of the crazy world just outside the door.

I slowly rose to my feet and sighed in resignation. "As much as I'd like nothing better than to continue fucking your brains out in here, I think we'd better get going. I'm sure Mikey's wondering where I ran off to by now and he's probably tearing his hair out with two kids to take care of. I forgot to mention to him that Gus tends to throw up on certain kinds of rides, too, especially after he's eaten. Fortunately, though, he didn't inherit that problem from me…"

I heard Justin laugh as I pulled him to his feet. "You forgot to mention it? Not very likely. But," I heard him say with a husky tone of voice as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "If I remember correctly, I don't think you've HAD the chance to eat yet."

Shit. I licked my lips and my breath hitched at the thought of rimming that perky, tight little ass that I had just fucked to within an inch of its life and sticking my tongue deep inside. I remember the very first night when I had given Justin a physical demonstration of what both had involved, and as soon as he had loudly vocalized his appreciation over my stellar efforts, I had loved his reaction. It wasn't that I hadn't always enjoyed a little ass play with tricks – not that he was ever a trick – but with Justin I fucking LOVE it; I love the way he makes those little mews of pleasure and groans of ecstasy each time I do it, I love the way he always tries to arch himself up off the bed for better penetration, I love the softness of his skin just below the small of his back, I love the shape of his body's contours, and I simply love the intoxicating taste and smell of him.

I slid my arms around his lower back and then onto said ass, firmly cupping those perfectly-rounded, soft curves of flesh as I considered Justin's very tempting 'offer.' How could I turn down something so inviting? "You're right – I am feeling downright ravenous all of a sudden," I decided with a husky growl as I began to knead his buttocks like it was two delicious mounds of freshly-baked bread. I couldn't help reaching in to poke one of my middle fingers inside tentatively as he jumped in reaction, bumping his shoulder into the wall nearby. Suddenly, a bank of overhead track lights flashed on and we both blinked as if we had just exited a darkened theater into bright sunlight.

"What the fuck?" I asked as we were suddenly bathed in illumination; I could finally see all around us clearly, and realized I had been correct – we were standing in a narrow, metal, windowless corridor, approximately 20 feet from the infamous uneven sidewalk where we had just had our mind-blowing fucking session. The corridor stretched out about a dozen feet more ahead of us, then disappeared around a curve in the wall.

I glanced down at Justin, noticing for the first time his messy hair, flushed face and kiss-swollen lips, thinking he looked absolutely delicious. Ravenous indeed… I must have broadcast my impression loud and clear, because his face reddened even more over my scrutiny as I smirked at him. Noticing the light switch behind him and realizing what must have happened, I quipped, "Well, leave it to Sunshine to find us some light."

I looked around, noticing with interest now a light blue, slightly-worn, quilted, fabric tarp folded up against the wall. Well, well, well… our own little fuck pad. I let go of Justin to grab our clothes from the floor and walk over to pick up the tarp. Returning to take his hand in mine, I began to pull him toward the other end of the fun house, hoping to find a nice, wide spot to recline on as I told him, "Come on, Mr. Taylor, it's time for my tongue to take a trip through your Tunnel of Love."

Justin snorted at my attempt at humor as he realized exactly what I had in mind; he willingly followed me through the narrow corridor like an obedient puppy dog waiting to be fed his favorite snack bone. As we rounded the curved pathway, my eyes widened in delight at the unexpected sight – this was much better than I could have hoped for, because we were emerging into a hexagonal-shaped room that was completely covered with mirrors; neon lights in a rainbow of colors were alit from one end of the room to the other, highlighting the seemingly never-ending room in a sort of playground atmosphere – an adult playground...

I let go of Justin's hand to unfurl the tarp out in front of us like a flag as it floated gently down to the ground; our clothes were promptly thrown onto the floor once more in a neglected heap along with the giraffe as I knelt on the tarp and reached up to pull him down with me. As I looked over at Justin, my heartbeat sped up; I always salivated at the sight of Justin's creamy little bubble butt but at the moment I was looking at four of them, surrounding me and all seemingly winking back at me for attention. And from the hungry look on Justin's face, I got the distinct impression that he was willing for me to do anything to all of them.

He accepted my hand and knelt down facing me as I reached behind his neck and pulled his lips roughly to mine. Never breaking our kiss, I pushed him down gently to lie on his back as I continued to plunder his mouth with my lips and tongue, our hands caressing everywhere as our cocks ground together and we rubbed against each other like two horny cats. I knew between Justin's vocal moans of pleasure and the exquisite sensation of his body against mine, if we didn't stop soon I would cum like an inexperienced, giddy teenager right between our bellies, and I wanted more… Much more.

I pried my lips from his as I demanded hotly against his neck, "Roll over." I felt him shiver slightly at the authoritative tone in my voice as I twisted my body off him to the side to enable him to do as I asked. As he turned over onto his stomach, he cradled his head on top of his pale folded arms and looked over to me and grinned.

"What?"

"I'm just enjoying the view," he replied, as his neck craned around to look at our room. "It's like seeing Brian Kinney in 4-D. Does that mean you're going to fuck me four times now?"

I used one of my knees to push his legs wider apart as I knelt in between them. Bracing my arms to either side of his slender frame, I leaned down so that my leaking, aching cock was slowly brushing against the sensitive skin of his back and my mouth was inches away from the delicate curve of his shoulders. "Well, you and the other three Taylors will just have to take turns, won't they?" I quipped as I bit down hard on his shoulder and he gasped as his body twitched in anticipation. "I'm tired of being told to go to the back of the line – it's MY turn now." With that, I flattened my tongue and began to lick a wide, wet trail tauntingly down the crease of his back, watching as some sweat trickled from his neck. I paused to lick up some of the saltiness that pooled at his lower spine before continuing my journey toward the crease in his ass cheeks. From the angle of the side mirrors, and the one mounted on the ceiling, I had a unique view of my 'meal' and I had to say, it was one fine-looking treat. Justin was quickly becoming a simpering, mindless mess beneath me, squirming in barely-controlled anticipation as my hands slowly traveled lower next to his body and finally came to rest on either side of his ass as I paused for a couple of seconds to indulge in swirling my tongue around the delightfully puckered hole.

Justin's entire body shivered as I rose up on my knees and grasped his ass cheeks firmly to pull them apart and provide me with greater access to my goal. I paused just above the rounded globes to inhale the unique, musky scent of my lover, blowing warm air over the winking hole as he writhed beneath me. "You like that?" I rasped out; he yelled out in part pain/part desire when I couldn't resist giving the left, fleshy ass cheek a nip with my teeth. "That's for being such a cheeky little shit earlier," I told him.

He lurched as I raised my hand above his other cheek and he felt the stinging smack of my palm. I straddled his lower legs to keep him from moving away as his upper body bucked off the floor.

"What the fuck, Brian?" he cried out in surprise as he twisted his head to try and look up at me.

I snickered. "Couldn't help myself; you were very naughty earlier. But I know how to make it all better." I leaned down and gave it a long swipe of my tongue, laving it over and over until I meandered back over to his pucker and thrust my rolled tongue inside, hearing a yelp at the intrusion. I chuckled against his skin as I swirled my tongue around inside for good measure before finally pulling back out. "Hmm… You have excellent taste, Mr. Taylor," I whispered against his flesh. "But I think it might be time for the main course now." I reached over to my shorts pocket to snag another package from the 'condom sausage' and rip it with my teeth, still holding Justin down with one hand on his lower back. Not that I thought he was going anywhere – I knew he was as raring to go as I was.

My rock-hard cock fully sheathed with lubricated latex, I reached down with both hands to grab his waist and pull him up to rise on all fours. As I linked our fingers together with one hand, we both happened to lift our gazes to look out in front of us, finding our sweat-soaked bodies staring back at us with identical looks of hunger, lust and desire; as I gazed into several editions of Justin's slender, contorted body, his ass sticking up in the air and his hard, purplish cock standing at full attention while my own larger frame loomed over him in full predatory mode, I thought it was the most incredible thing I had ever seen.

"Shit, Justin, we're so fucking hot together," I growled as we drunk in the multi-faceted views of each other through the mirrors displaying us from every angle; I nipped at his lower ear before, not wanting to wait a second longer, I lined up my throbbing cock and pushed through the first ring of tight muscle, linking Justin's other hand tightly in mine as I waited a few seconds for him to adjust, but barely able to control my urgency to go deeper and deeper, to possess every delectable inch of what was mine. All it took was for my lover to rock back against me and whisper urgently, "God, Brian, More," and I gladly accommodated him, plunging in deeper and harder and angling my body upward as he pushed back against me for deeper penetration. We began to hump each other furiously, almost violently, as we rocked back and forth like a violent wave, our bodies glistening with the straining of our effort under the hot, bright, neon lights. I let go of one hand to begin jerking his cock roughly as his breath quickly picked up speed and he began to keen from my efforts, becoming more and more vocal as I began to hit his sweet spot expertly.

As we continued to fuck, each whimper, each loud groan from Justin drove me quietly insane while my body tightened, craving release; I knew from the rigidness of my lover's body under me that he was about to cum as he screamed out my name one last time and promptly exploded beneath me, his entire body shaking from the sensation as his milky liquid spewed all over our hands. I pumped into him urgently a couple more times before, I, too, shuddered and my body climaxed, filling the condom to capacity. With what little strength I still possessed, I gently pulled him back with me as I raised us up on our knees to prop his body against mine, watching fascinated in one of the mirrors as I brought our two hands up to my mouth and opened my lips to suck on some of his fingers to steal a taste, feeling like a sort of decadent voyeur to someone else's pleasure.

I brought our hands down to rest against his waist as I slid my other one around to join them, resting him tightly against me as our bodies heaved from our exertion. I couldn't take my eyes off Justin in the mirror, his entire upper torso fully exposed to my open admiration from head to cock; he wore the 'debauched and totally fucked look' very well, I decided, as Justin wearily leaned his head back to rest on my shoulder and I nuzzled his cheek against mine. "If I didn't know better, Mr. Taylor," I murmured with a certain amount of pride, "I'd say I just wore your tight little ass out… Or should I say asses."

I heard him take in an exhausted breath and let it out before pointing out, "None of you look too peppy, either, at the moment, Mr. Kinney." He smiled at me in the mirror as I smirked in agreement, because it was true – I was currently feeling fully and totally sated – ALL of me. I continued to stare the multiple images of us, Justin wrapped firmly in my embrace, remembering how amazing it had been to watch us fucking. God… What a mind-blowing experience, even after all this time, kept echoing through my brain. I think if it hadn't been for my son I could have stayed there forever, just admiring the view in front of me, but I knew I couldn't. I looked at Justin in the mirror one more time and gave him another nip on his ear, right where he was the most sensitive, before whispering, "I guess our playtime really is over this time; I've got to get back to Gus."

He nodded at me a little sadly. "Yeah… And I've got to work the rest of the afternoon; that is, if I'm able to walk now."

I reached over to pull up one corner of the tarp to wipe off our sticky hands as best I could and slowly rose to my feet, pulling Justin up with me as I turned him around to face me, my arms sliding around his waist as he placed his around my neck and gazed up at me in a sort of blue-eyed, glazed half-stupor. "Well, you've now been well fed and well fucked, so you should have no complaints."

He tugged playfully at the hair on the back of my neck. "That's not what I said – I said you might have to carry me back to the tent due to extreme ass injury."

I snorted as I smacked him again on this ass, a little more gently this time; after all, the man was 'damaged' enough at the moment. "Ain't happening, Sunshine. You'll just have to limp back under your own power, Princess; I've got a son to go find and a best friend to grovel to for leaving him with a vomit machine. I've seen enough of your many admirers today to last me for a while now."

"I do seem to attract them, don't I?" He said smugly. "Just like a moth to a flame." His mouth curled up in amusement in one corner as he broke from our embrace to bend over, with his ass facing me, of course, no doubt just to torment me, and picked up his briefs and shorts, pulling them up his slender legs and fastening them. He grabbed his maroon, sleeveless shirt and pulled it over his head, once more looking like the professional little artist of before. Sliding his pale feet into his sandals, he walked back over to me to lean up on his tiptoes and place a firm, wet kiss on my mouth, promising more 'thrill rides' to come later.

"Well, just don't get too close to that flame, or you may get burned," I warned him as he smiled back at me, enjoying my I-don't-do-jealousy shtick. We both knew that was a crock of shit, though. I shook my head at him over his know-it-all look as I, too, reached to pick up my briefs and shorts to slide them up my legs and zip them up, the brown shirt soon joining them. I grimaced at the thought of putting my now blue-and-brown sandals back on, but it was either that or walk across the pimpled, metal floor on my bare feet. Reluctantly, then, I slid them back on, finally gathering up Gus's giraffe. "Shit," I muttered in realization as it hit me. "I gave away Gus's goldfish." I would have to find another way to replace them or Gus would be devastated.

Justin laughed at my predicament. "Well, better warm up your free throw arm, then, Kobe Bryant." I glared at him before, unable to resist, I grasped the front of his shirt and pulled him against me to wipe that impertinent look off his mouth.

Several seconds later I released his swollen lips with a resounding pop as he stumbled back several inches as I let him go before he managed to catch his balance.

"What time can you leave today, Picasso?"

"About 4. Why? You want to try another kind of ride when I get off?"

I curled my lips under in amusement. "Don't tempt me, Sunshine, I have a child here, remember? No cheap thrills for him until he's at least 10."

Justin rolled his eyes, knowing full well I was shitting him. "Oh, how stupid of me."

I sighed dramatically as if the thought of spending more time with him would be a major chore. "Well, I suppose Gus and I could give you a lift home since you took the bus out here. It's mainly for his benefit, though, you understand; he's kind of grown attached to you for some reason." He's not the ONLY one…

"Of course," he agreed solemnly as we walked toward what appeared to be the way out; I yelped, however, and Justin chortled loudly as I ran smack dab into a hard wall of glass instead. "What the fuck?" I snarled as I rubbed my forehead at the point of impact.

"I don't think that's the way out," Justin helpfully supplied, clamping his hand over his mouth in what I suspiciously surmised was an attempt to avoid laughing at me.

"No shit," I groused as I began to feel around the identical mirrored walls. I glared over at Justin, who was standing there looking highly amused. I crossed my hands over my chest in exasperation. "Well, are you going to help me or not?"

Justin walked over to me. It was probably hard to take me seriously with a giraffe under my arm, but I thought it was still no excuse to look so pleased with himself. "Well, YOU were the one who pulled me away from my job and dragged me in here," he pointed out. "I was just going about my business when you kidnapped me!"

I snorted. "Kidnapped you, my ass! Or should I say YOUR ass; I didn't hear YOU complaining." I looked around, highly annoyed. "Just help me find a way out of his fucking puzzle or we'll have to go back the way we came in."

"Hell, no!" he growled. "I'm not going back through that again! With or without light!"

"What a drama queen," I quipped. "And I was even agreeable to fucking you again on the way out just to make it more palatable. Well, if that won't work, you'll have to find exit out of here for us."

"Sure thing, Alice in Wonderland," he quipped as I rolled my eyes. I watched, curious, as he stood there for a few moments, apparently studying our predicament, before he walked far too confidently for my taste over to the far left wall and promptly disappeared behind it. I watched, my mouth hanging open in amazement, as he whipped his head back around the side after a few seconds. "Well, are you coming? Don't say it," he quickly added as he realized what he had said; I made a motion as if I were zipping my lips shut in response.

"How the fuck did you DO that?" I had to ask, not seeing any difference at all between that wall and the solid one I had just crashed into.

"You've never been in a house of mirrors before, have you?" he asked with a sly grin.

I walked up to face him. "No, but if I'd known how hot you looked while I was fucking your brains out, I would have definitely entertained the notion a lot earlier." I noticed the pink tinge rise to his cheeks as I asked, "Again, how did you know, Einstein?"

Justin huffed in amazement over my irritation. "For someone who's so intelligent, I can't believe you didn't figure it out." He lowered his gaze to the metal ground. "Duh; all you have to do is look down at the floor – you can tell right away where the walls are and where they aren't."

I sheepishly lowered my gaze as I experienced an embarrassed moment of epiphany; who would think to look at the floor for a fucking wall? "Well, thank you, Mr. Civil Engineer," I snarked as I lifted my eyes to see Justin smiling back at me smugly. Little shit…

He took my hand. "Well, I'd better hold onto your hand so you don't get lost on the way out," he intoned as he began to pull me along, apparently not trusting that I could manage to get out on my own power. As we weaved our way through the zigzag maze of glass, the brightly-colored puzzle eventually ended at another one of the submarine-like doors that we had first encountered when we entered. As Justin turned the wheel to the left to unlock it and slowly swing it open, we were once more blinded again momentarily, but this time it was from the bright sunlight streaming in from the outside, not from artificial lighting.

The heat from the day immediately assaulted us again like an electric blanket as we stepped back out onto the paved pathway leading back towards the midway. It was as if nothing had changed; there were the same raucous sounds from the calliope music, the same shouts and shrieks from ride goers – although I had to admit, it sounded a lot like the same type of sounds we had emitted ourselves during our own unique thrill ride – and the same nasty smells from all the fried food and the penned-up farm animals. Well, there was one difference – I no longer had this insatiable, unreasonable ache in my body for a certain blond's attention, and my muscles were stiff and abused from our antics in the funhouse. But it had most definitely been worth it – ALL of it, and while it hadn't eliminated my constant craving for some blond boy ass – a certain blond boy's ass – it had at least assuaged it for the time being.

I placed my hand lightly around Justin's shoulder as we glanced around to make sure no one had noticed us emerging from a closed attraction, but fortunately no one seemed to pay us any mind. Slowly we walked back down the exit path a few feet until we were once again caught up in the bustling fair crowd. We wound up coming out right in front of the Fried Alligator Fritter stand, of all places, as Justin's ice-blue eyes lit up with excitement.

"I've been wanting to try some of that!" he told me in delight as he started to eagerly move toward it; I barely had time to reach out and hook him by the collar to prevent him from making a heinous mistake as he struggled to free himself. "Bri-an," he whined back at me as he finally gave up fighting and just stood there directly in front of me, my hand still firmly attached to the shirt's neck as he reached his hands up to his neck to try and pry himself loose. "I'm still hungry!"

I snorted as I leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Between the corn dog and my cock, you've been fed more than enough, Crocodile Dundee. NO fried alligator fritters for you – not if you want my cock back in your ass later on." Just the thought of tasting Justin's cum seasoned with just a hint of fried alligator later left a sour taste in my mouth; I likened it to drinking unpasteurized milk from cows that had been grazing out in fields filled with wild onions.

"What makes you think that I will?" was the saucy reply.

I smiled against his neck. "Because I know you," I growled. "And my cock is your favorite food." I nuzzled his neck briefly as I felt him relaxing somewhat against me; it was then that I knew who was going to come out victorious in this particular battle. "Now you be a good little boy and go back to work; I'm sure there's a legion of fans awaiting your triumphant return, Princess." Although I had to admit, after the 'fans' I had seen waiting for him earlier, I wasn't quite sure it was best to leave him alone, but I had to locate my son before he managed to puke up every treat he had probably been able to wheedle out of my best friend while I was gone.

He turned around to face me with a conceited sort of grin on his face as I grasped his upper arms. "Maybe you're right; it would be rude to keep so many men waiting. Who knows? Maybe I'll find one that will want to take me out tonight and treat me to a gourmet meal. You know the way to my heart is through my stomach."

I rolled my eyes at his impertinence. "I thought it was through your ass," I pointed out as he stuck his tongue out at me maturely. "Well, if you DO happen to get fed, just make sure you don't make a lot of noise tonight when you come back to the loft; I might be doing a little feasting myself by then." He snorted at that; apparently realizing, as I knew he would, that I had no intention of replacing him –now or ever.

"Well, I'll try to control myself," he decided as I smirked back at him good-naturedly.

I couldn't resist pulling him closer to bestow a quick kiss on his petulant lips as I growled softly in his ear, "Just see that you keep business separate from pleasure, Mr. Taylor. Think of that injured child you're trying to help."

We broke apart as he licked his lips in amusement. "Spoilsport," he chastised me.

I said, "Well, speaking of injured children, I'd better go find Gus – he may have turned a puking shade of green by now from too much Fried Kool-Aid, funnel cakes, cotton candy, and who-knows what. He can't handle his corndogs as well as YOU can, either."

He laughed. "No, I guess not." He sighed, apparently reluctant to leave; I could certainly sympathize, too, because I was feeling the same way. "Where do you want to meet up later when I'm done?" he asked me.

"Well, if you can turn yourself away from your adoring fans, we can meet over by the front gate."

Justin nodded. "Okay; that would probably be the easiest place to spot you and Gus. Are Michael and J.R. coming along, too?"

I knew that Justin and Michael still weren't quite buddy-buddy and probably never would be; but at least over the years their occasional acrimonious relationship had eventually turned into more of a cordial one. They would still never be best friends but at least they were both now firmly entrenched in the roles for which they were meant to play – Michael as my best friend and Justin as my soulmate.

"No," I told him, noticing just the hint of relief on his face. "He and J.R. came separately; they'll be driving home separately."

He nodded again and turned to go. "Okay – then I'll meet you by the front gate around four."

I gave him a tender smile, already hating that we had to part, even if it was for just a couple of hours. I reached over briefly to ruffle the back of his hair gently. "I'll see you a little later, then," I told him softly. He returned my smile with one of his own and nodded before slowly walking way, back toward the caricature tent.