The realization of what was going to happen hit Brian the second that he was lying face down, naked, on the bed in his guest room feeling Justin's lips caress the back of his neck. He could feel Justin's hot breath on his skin and could appreciate his excitement and anticipation by the short, whispery sounds of his breathless pants near his ear.

Brian had agreed to this in a moment of weakness, his mind fogged by lust and desire, but now it was going to happen unless he said something and said something quickly. Justin's throbbing organ was pressed against his ass which remained clinched tightly closed in protest. Brian watched in slow motion as Justin reached over him for the lube on the nightstand followed by the clicking sound of the tube opening and the gooey liquid squirting into Justin's hand. Brian wondered why his brain wasn't registering the inevitable conclusion of these actions. Why wasn't he reacting before it was too late. Soon there was going to be a cock, a rather large one at that, attempting to fit inside him. How could he possibly want this to happen?

This conclusion reached Brian's cock, hard and leaking between the mattress and his pelvis, before his voice could formulate the response. His brain taking in sensory information in disjointed fashion. First cold, wet and cold followed by Justin's voice saying "relax". A single command, a single voice contradicts the natural instinct Brian feels against the cold, wet probing digit seeking access. Then the hiss escapes from seemingly nowhere doing an perfect imitation of Brian's voice. At the initial breech, Brian tries to climb up the mattress away from the violation but the weight of Justin anchors him firmly down. His fist is wrapped tightly into the sheets, his knuckles white, hands cold and clammy, sweat forming along his forehead. Brian's dick is reacting too deflating back to its natural softness seemingly unsure of the appropriate reaction to the pleasurable foreign stimulation combined with deep abiding fear of what is to come.

Justin's voice, "relax, relax" fills the air and Brian meditates on the chant of his lover, willing his body to comply. Then another finger enters him. Finger's curling inside him, stretching and probing. Brian relaxes his upper body and rest against the pillow, releasing his grip on the sheet letting blood flow back to his fists. Then there's a change. Electricity shoots through his body as Justin moves his fingers over the spot again followed by more warm tingling sensations. The pain dissipates and every time Justin moves his hand, more and more sensations flood Brian's body filling him up and warming him through and through. Words finally form in Brian's throat; "Oh God" is all he can say to express the overwhelming pleasure that pulses through him.

"Do you like that?" Justin asks as he curls his fingers repeatedly over Brian's prostate, "Does that feel good?"

Brian can only grunt in response and then a third finger joins the first two and the expansion causing pain for a few thrust and then more toe-curling tingles. "Relax" Justin repeats as the three fingers work over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Brian's dick, convinced that the pleasure outweighs the pain, starts to fill again; the need to meet the thrusts grows stronger with every swipe of Justin's fingers over this pleasure center.

Justin studies Brian's body; he feels the tension release under his hand and sees the grimace relax into a deep longing. Justin suppresses his strongest innermost desire to be inside Brian in order to prepare his nervous lover properly knowing now just how necessary this time is. When Justin is sliding three fingers easily into the virgin hole and Brian is moaning under his touch, Justin knows his time has at last come. He removes his fingers and delights at the faint whimper of protest Brian offers. Justin readies himself, slicking ample amounts of fresh lube over his cock and leaning over Brian's longer, slender frame, positions himself at the well-prepared target.

"Ready?" Justin whispers, impatient for any answer but yes.

"Go slow" Brian request the nerves setting in again.

Justin grips his lover's hips and applies the requisite pressure forward sinking himself into Brian's body. Both men release wanton groans and grunts at the initial union jetting them into a path of desperate release.

Justin feels the impossibly tight grip of Brian's muscles around him, restricting his movement either in or out. The primal need just to move, to thrust, to release is unceremoniously denied. "Brian, fuck, relax" he coaxes him kissing his shoulder.

Brian does his best to follow commands but grows impatient when the burning sensation fails to convert to pleasure quickly enough, "Fuck, get it out" Brian panics and tenses causing the pain to intensify.

Justin soothes him, "It's okay, just relax, it gets better. This is part of it"

"Fuck it hurts" Brian insists, squirming under Justin. Unsure of what else to do, Justin continues placing tender kisses along Brian shoulder, keeping as still as possible inside him, waiting for Brian to adjust and give in to the sensation.

"Bri, it's okay. Just let me move so I can make it better for you. You have to relax" Justin peppers gentle kisses over Brian's back until he feels the mind-altering squeeze around his cock taper off a bit.

"That's good; I'm going to move now, okay?" Justin whispered as he pulled back slightly and thrust forward. "That's good baby, you feel so good"

Justin kept up his reassurance and after a few minutes felt his cock move over Brian's sweet spot. The change in Brian's lust was palpable. Brian relaxed into the movements and pushed back against Justin until they settled into a satisfying rhythm chasing their respective releases.

Several grunts and moans later, Brian finally finds his voice and releases a barrage of encouragement to Justin's satisfaction.

Oh Fuck Yes

Don't Stop

Fuck Me

Justin's climax builds so rapidly he barely gets a warning grunt out, "Fuck, coming, now" he moans as his body expels all evidence of his orgasm deep inside Brian's pulsing tunnel. He permits himself only a brief moment of gratification before he returns his attention back to his quivering unsatisfied lover. Brian grips his cock tightly driving himself to his own release when Justin pulls out and orders him to turn over. Seconds later, the amorous younger man makes use of his skilled tongue, coaxing Brian's orgasm out of him sucking and swallowing around him, all sense of demureness abandoned.

After Justin is convinced he has seen to their mutual pleasure, he rolls over, taking his position next to Brian, anchoring his body to him with intertwining limbs.

They share a look, both speechless and giddy from fulfilled lust. "Holy Shit" Justin finally sighs. "That was fantastic"

Brian looks nervously at Justin. "So did you like it that way better?" he asks timidly praying that Justin would find their initial arrangement still desirable.

Justin looked at Brian and reads the apprehension in his expression. "I like both" he admits confidently, 'I just like being with you. It was amazing both ways. What about you?"

Brian considered his experiences with Justin, "I think I'm definitely a top" he laughed hardily at his own initial freak out. "Not that I didn't eventually enjoy it but I'm not sure I want to do that ever again"

Justin felt a twinge of disappointment but quickly dismissed his own feeling of rejection. Brian had tried it for him; there wasn't any reason to push him if it wasn't his thing. Justin enjoyed being fucked just as much. "Well it's a good thing we aren't boyfriends then" he teased.

Brian looked at him puzzled by the declaration, "why's that?"

"Because it sounds like if I want to fuck again, I will have to look elsewhere"

Brian's face curled into a mischievous smile, "Already thinking about fucking other men, huh?" he teased as he climbed onto Justin and brushed his fingertips over the ticklish spots he had previously uncovered until Justin was trembling and laughing uncontrollably beneath him. His eyes caught Justin's and he threaded his hands with Justin's pushing the back of his hands into the mattress above his head. He held him pinned, hands above his head, staring into his sparkling blue eyes until the intensity settled Justin's laughter and Brian leaned in for a possessive kiss staking his claim on the perfect angel.

The meaning was clear to Justin; there could be no other man while he was with Brian. Not until the man, who spent twenty nine years stranded on an island of self-denial and fear, was at last freed. Until then Justin would be his life raft and there was no room for anyone else but them.

After another hour of playful touches and sensual kissing failed to escalate to yet another round in the exhausted, satiated men, they both rose, showering and dressing for their evening. "Let's go out to dinner before we go to Babylon." Justin suggested. Brian remained unconvinced that Babylon was a good idea but fearing Justin would leave him alone he acquiesced.

Justin was elated to finally be heading to Babylon, a club with a well-known reputation for pulsing music and endorsed debauchery. Even with his cast, Brian looked hot wearing black pants and a black V-neck t-shirt and Justin was certain they would attract attention from the masses. His own blond boy ass coupled with Brian's sexy swagger certainly made for a show-stopping couple. They were quickly escorted to the front of the line and shown in without reservation. Justin gave Brian a definitive, 'I told you I don't need ID" look and Brian smiled back acknowledging the power of the blonde's ass.

This wasn't the first time Brian had been to a gay establishment. He had joined Mikey many times at Woody's for a drink with the boys and had even been to Babylon once after their prom when Mikey insisted they dump their dates. Brian enjoyed the attention that night but mostly he was lost in the music and in being with his best friend. Tonight was different. Tonight he was with Justin, not exactly a date but close enough. He did leave his crutches at home and was already regretting it, his leg throbbing to the pulsating beat of "Let's hear it for the Boy". Brian instantly associated the song to "Footloose" and assumed it was another movie Justin was too young to have seen.

Justin jumped up and down with the beat and looked longingly out at the dance floor.

"Go" Brian ordered, "Have fun, I'll be at the bar"

Justin hesitated for a minute, feeling guilty for dragging Brian out to a club when his fun was so restricted but before he could really consider not going, a muscularly stud pulled him into the crowd and the beat swallowed him whole.

Brian ordered a beer and nursed it surveying the landscape of men with a new eye for the first time. Before Brian would have avoided eye contact for fear of sending an unintentional signal but now, now it was like shopping for a new suit. So many options.

Brian felt Justin's eyes on him and locked his gaze as he danced with another man. They danced with Justin's back to his well-defined chest and Justin's pale skin sparkled with glitter in comical contrast to the man's golden brown skin. Brian would have been jealous if it wasn't for the complete look of rapture Justin was giving him. Like he was recalling every minute of their day together and moving just for Brian's benefit.

Brian, as fresh meat, also attracted a swell of attention from Babylon's clientele. Drinks, phone numbers and outright carnal invitations filled Brian's time away from his young companion. Brian drank away the nerves and soon began to welcome the attention although he thought it undignified to be constantly on display like prey because he wanted to hunt. Seeing Justin was occupied, he thought he would test out his stud skills on a tall, athletic brunette with smoldering good looks sitting at the other end of the long bar. He maintained the requisite eye contact until the man succumbed to his agenda and approached cautiously into Brian's web.

"Buy you a drink?" Brian asked finding his stride.

The man smiled suggestively, "Why bother, let's just go in the back room and you can finish the fuck your eyes started before I came over here"

Brian was taken aback completely and this feeling of insecurity washed over him. This was not how he wanted this encounter to go, he wanted to be confident and sexy and reaffirmed his need to be the aggressor.

"No thanks" he dismissed the man casually but to Brian's surprise the man seemed unaffected. Was this just how gay men flirted? It was so different that with women.

Justin watched Brian from afar as the man approached him; he had seen the prolonged eye contact and it left no doubt that Brian was intentional in his actions. Justin returned to Brian at the bar barely containing his jealousy. "Hey" Brian shouted over the music, "Having fun?"

Justin nodded to the dismissed suitor, "It looks like you are too".

Brian shrugged, "I wish I could dance with you, you're really good" Brian grabbed Justin's waist and pulled him in close so his lean body was situated between his thighs. Justin leaned down to kiss him and Brian instantly felt the weight of an audience as their lips met in a fevered kiss. Then Justin's kiss grew possessive and Brian felt instantly self-conscious, afraid that other men might know what a hold Justin had on him what he had been willing to do for him just hours ago. This rush of fear culminated into the conclusion that he would be perceived as weak and under the spell of a young twink. He pushed Justin off gently, making a display of them both.

"What's the matter?" Justin asked with hurt eyes.

"Nothing" Brian responded looking around at the men whose attention they had gathered, "It's just, we're keeping this casual right?"

Justin was offended and furious. "Fucking casual? So that means what exactly? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"

Brian shrugged and turned back to his drink. He was not at all interested in engaging in a lover's quarrel in the middle of this club. He hadn't fought with Lindsay in public and he wasn't about to start now. Brian didn't know what he needed but sitting in Babylon, seeing the possibilities before him, he just knew he couldn't fall for Justin. He and Lindsay got too serious, too soon, and his life was completely derailed. He needed to be free to get himself back on track and he wasn't about to let Justin make the same mistake he had. He couldn't risk falling in love with him any more than he could allow Justin to fall for him. "I don't know what to tell you Justin, I told you what this was."

Justin didn't understand what had happened. Brian went from hot to cold again; only this time they were in the middle of kissing when it happened. He left Brian at the bar and returned to the dance floor, pulling a hot guy away from his dance partner just because he could. "You're really hot" the tall, lanky man shouted into Justin's ear with a southern accent, "Are you dancing in the contest?"

Justin watched Brian from the corner of his eye as he spoke to a young, hot, boy in a cut-off shirt at the bar. "You bet your ass I am" Justin smirked. If Brian wanted to be single; Justin would show him exactly what he was missing.

Brian leaned in to kiss the man standing before him at the bar, as if to put an exclamation point on his discussion with Justin. He hated being so heartless but it was for the best. As he kissed the other man he tried to remember his name: Sean, John, Ron. Brian didn't care really. It wasn't like kissing Justin at all.

"Brian" a familiar voice rose above the crowd, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Brian pulled his lips away from the kid at the bar and turned to the voice. "Mikey? What are you doing here? I thought you were with David?"

"What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you kissing that guy?" Mikey was screaming now. The shock and hurt evident and written all over his face.

"I came with Justin. He's dancing" Brian exclaimed before casually raising his drink and adding, "oh, and I'm gay. Cheers!"

To say Mikey did not take the news well would be an understatement. He had a full on queen-out melt down. David got so pissed he just left. Mikey kept repeating, "I can't believe it. I just can't believe it"

Brian was about to suggest that they leave Babylon and talk when the music changed and a frenzy of cat-calls and whistles whipped their attention to the stage.

He's a cool, blond, scheming trick
You want him so much, you feel sick
The boy can't help it
He really can't help it now

Teenage brandos stalk him in the halls
They tease him with cat calls
He's a combination
Tom Cruise, Zack O 'Tool

High school, high school confidential
High school, high school confidential

Brian's mouth gaped open and stared as he watched Justin shake his perfect ass on stage in full view of the enthusiastic crowd. His tease was mesmerizing and every set of eyes was soon watching and every dick was standing at attention. He had looped his fringed shirt behind his head so his perfect twink physique was on display and he moved so confidently that he looked like he had done this a million times. He even lifted himself up and swung around the stripper pole to the delight of the throngs of men.

What's that man doin' with him?
It's that guy and he's screwin' with him
Can you feel the sex and sweat?
He makes you cream your jeans so you won't forget

High school, high school confidential
High school, high school confidential

Just that line "he's screwin' with him" played itself over and over in Brian's head. Justin was screwing with him, that's all this was and he wouldn't take it too far.

As Justin left the stage he walked straight up to Brian and his new companion. Michael stood near by, his jaw practically on the floor. Justin had won the contest but more important than the fake crown was winning Brian's attention. Those eyes told him everything and Justin knew in that moment he had him and to ensure the message was received loud and clear he walked to the back room with the man Brian had been making out with at the bar leaving him completely gutted.

As Justin rolled the condom on his dick, he thought maybe he was taking it too far but he saw Brian walk in after him, his white cast glowing under the lights. He closed his eyes and fucked this kid against the wall, all the while pretending it was Brian. Confident that this was necessary.