It was Friday night. I walked out of the Adonis and headed down Liberty Avenue to my car. Usually I’d have been at Babylon’s but I wasn’t really up for the crowd. It had been a hard week and unfortunately I was going to have to put in some long hours this weekend. Plus I was desperately trying to avoid Mikey. I was really tired of his constant whining. It didn’t matter what Mikey had going on in his life or what man was in his life Mikey always wanted a large proportion of my time. He didn’t understand my need to be alone sometimes, the hours I had to put in to my artwork and graphic business. Mikey just didn‘t care. Everything was all about him. He considered himself my best friend and he wanted all the privileges *he thought* went with that. Of course he argued with me every time I mentioned to him Daphne had been my friend since pre-school. That he was just the first male friend I’d ever had. He didn’t want to listen to anything I said where he was not *my best friend.* He acted like it was some kind of competition. He didn’t consider Daph as my friend at all because she was a woman. Mikey was jealous and insensitive like that. Daphne had a place in my heart that Mikey could never fill or replace. 

I let out a sigh. Tonight had been disappointing at best. The Adonis had been filled with tweaked out aging Twinkies, trolls, guys I’d already fucked and over aggressive Tops. I could have had my pick but I wasn’t interested in anything that was being offered. The tops were really hitting me hard for action tonight. Nothing most tops liked better than topping another top. It was a power/dominance thing. I was a top myself. If I topped another top that was fine. I didn’t spend all my time trying to. A willing bottom was a much more pleasurable pursuit. I’d been a top since I was 19 years old. I would occasionally bottom but it had been far and few between. Tonight I didn’t see one top that would even make me consider letting him shove his dick up my ass.

I stopped under a lamppost and lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. I played with my silver engraved lighter flipping the lid back and forth as I took in the sights of the rain-slicked streets. The rain had subsided to a faint drizzle. The streets were black and shiny. It was chilly out tonight winter was fast approaching. The thought of a double JB and lying in front of my fireplace sounded really good. A good fuck sounded better but I wasn’t really in the mood to cruise another bar. I checked my watch. It was a little after 1:00 a.m. The rain hadn’t quite ran the nightlife into the bars or clubs. Liberty Avenue was still bustling with activity from the alleys to the street.

He caught my eye. I noticed the kid before he came in to clear view. I watched him as he walked up the street. It was just something about those long, long legs. I had this thing about long legged men. Hey what can I say I loved to see long legs up in the air or wrapped around my waist. 

The kid was several inches taller than I was possiby 6'2" or 6'3". His hair was a light chestnut color, long and shaggy. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans, a basic white t-shirt and hooded wool jacket. As he got closer to me I noticed something else. The kid was absolutely beautiful. Flawless, smooth tanned skin, elegantly shaped eyebrows, perfectly shaped pointed nose, well defined cheekbones, pointed chin, strong jaw line and his *lips.* The kid had full sensuous strawberry red luscious lips. I found myself licking my lips in anticipation as he approached me. He seemed to stall a little the closer he got to me. I pushed away from the lamppost, dropped my cigarette to the ground and met him coming completely to stand in his personal space. He looked between 19 - 21 years old. I was 29. I was at the age that I rarely fucked anyone under 22 but I decided to make an exception for this kid. How could I not? The kid was absolutely beautiful. 

I looked up into the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. Hazel seemed like such an inadequate word to describe his eyes. They were stormy green flecked with sparkling gold. Those eyes were haunting and seemed to hide secrets. Secrets that I couldn’t help but want to learn all about. He had a great body. Long, Lean and Luscious. Even in the baggy t-shirt I could tell he had a great chest and an impressive set of shoulders. I couldn’t wait to see this kid naked. Preferably naked with my dick pounded in and out of his ass. Fuck I wanted to sketch this kid. Capture his beauty on canvas. There was something so unique about this kid; not only his beauty but I could see strength and endurance in his face and body. Not just physical strength and endurance but mental, emotional. 

He gave me a nervous little smile as his eyes flicked over me. His nose flared smelling my expensive cologne. His eyes dilated as he looked at me. I could tell he was very interested in me. What can I say? My looks had been turning heads since I first came out at the ripe age of 14 and at 29 I looked much younger than my age and my looks hadn‘t deserted me. I was wearing a black leather jacket, grayish blue long sleeved ribbed neck pullover that accentuated my eyes the impression of my nipple ring peeping through, a pair of torn jeans and my black boots. I knew I looked hot. I gave the kid my patented heartbreaker smile and watched as he gave a little gasp of pleasure. That smile never failed to get a Fag's dick hard. I wasn’t ranked the hottest looking and greatest fuck in Pittsburgh for nothing.

“You look lost. Looking for anything special?” I purred to the kid. My voice was hot and sexy.

“J-Just wondering where’s a g-good place to go….to meet guys?” He asked hesitantly his eyes locked with mine.

“Depends on what you're looking for. You want Twinkies, try Boy-Toy. If you are into leather try the Meat Hook, but if you want a night you’ll remember forever try the *Loft.* I highly recommend it.”

“Wh-Where’s this Loft?”

“My place,” I said seductively as my hand trailed a path up to his ellow and back to his wrist. 

The kid seemed to want to run away, but he kept looking at me. I guess he finally made a decision. He smiled and said, “I’d like to go to the Loft.”

I gave him the smile that had earned me the name Sunshine and led the kid to my car.

“Wow, great car!” He enthused as I pushed the key control and unlocked the doors to my SLK 320 Cabriolet. I had bought it a year ago. Now I owned two vehicles this one and my Jeep.

I was in a good mood. This evening or morning was definitely turning out to my advantage. I held the door open for the kid. Like I expected it earned me brownie points. For some reason I wanted this kid to find his night with me unforgettable. The kid smiled from ear to ear as he slid his long frame in the seat. His smile was just as potent as mine. I found myself drowning into that sexy smile of his. Where my smile was sweet and unarming this kid’s smile was pure unadulterated sex. He exuded sex. 

“Thanks….you didn’t give me your name.”

I leaned in the door my face mere millimeters from his. “It’s Justin….Taylor. And you are?”

He raised the left perfectly arched eyebrow as his tongue went in his cheek. “Brian.......Kinney.”

“Good to meet you Brian Kinney.” I breathed as I leaned in to kiss him. I meant for it to be a quick kiss but as soon as my lips touched his strawberry lips I couldn’t pull back. My tongue snaked out and entered his mouth as I tasted and explored the recesses of his warm mouth. He tasted of cigarette smoke, something sweet, and just his own unique taste. He was a little untutored as far as kisses go but what he lacked in experience he made up in enthusiasm. His long, slender fingers wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer to him. If this kid wasn’t careful I’d end up fucking him in a back alley on Liberty Avenue. I reluctantly broke the kiss. The kid looked alarmed like he’d done something wrong. His bright lust filled eyes searched mine. 

I reassured him, “If we continue this I won’t be able to stop. I don’t want to fuck you in the alley. I want you stretched out naked in my bed.“

The kid actually blushed. I brushed my lips across his one more time, shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
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We walked in the loft. I shut and locked the door, set the alarm and flipped on some lights. I threw my keys in the bowl on the console table by the door and walked in shrugging off my leather jacket. I tossed the jacket on one of the chairs it slipped off and hit the floor. Brian picked it up folded it neatly and placed it across the back of the chair and slipped off his jacket and laid it beside mine. I smirked. A neat freak. Lucky for me Rose cleaned the place today otherwise Brian would be runnung around picking up dirty clothes and dishes.

I watched Brian walk in front of me. The well-worn material of his jeans molded to the long firm contours of his ass and thighs. I couldn’t wait to see him nude, to plunge in his puckered hole, to stroke his balls and dick. Something told me Brian was majorly hung.

Brian seemed a little nervous but I guess he didn’t trick much. Probably still new, only been fucked a couple of times and by guys his own age that didn't know shit and only had the basic minimum of experience. I intended to give the kid a thorough pleasurable fucking tonight. Show him what his ass was really meant to feel.

I watched the kid’s expression as he looked at my designer loft. It had its intended impact. He was awed. Actually I’d done most of the design myself. I’d bought two apartments and turned it into a two-story loft. I drew up the renovations plans and made sure my decorator catered to my style not his. Decorators had a habit of trying to push their sense of style on you and not take in your ideas and comfort. That didn't happen when I had this loft decorated.

The brick walls were painted a butter cream color and covered with computer and abstract paintings I’d done while still a student at PIFA. The floors were black marble tile for the visual impact. I had several area rugs in light colors thrown around to add color to the floors. The cream and black drapes across the full bank of windows were drawn tightly shut. 

We were on the second level that was my living space. The space was completely open except for the bedrooms and bathrooms. It consisted of the living area, kitchen, master bedroom, additional small bedroom, and 1 and ½ baths. The first level was more contemporary with painted neutral colored walls and plush carpet through out except for the area I used for painting. The first floor had a guest bedroom with an adjoining bathroom, an office, another room for my exercise equipment and an open area with plenty of windows for natural light that I used as a studio.

“Make yourself comfortable,“ I said as I cut on the CD player. A little soft club dance music filled the loft as I went to get something to drink. I decided to get Brian a shot of JB too. He looked like he needed it to relax. He was roaming aimlessly around the living area. 

This floor’s living area was done in a black, red, silver and a rich cream color. The furniture consisted of a black overstuffed Sofa, Loveseat and double seater chair with ottoman. I tossed pillows in red, silver and cream solids and prints. A fireplace was directly across from the sofa the mantle in black lacquer. One of my sketches hung over the mantle flanked by two sconces. It was a charcoal picture of Daphne and Chastity Hope that I had framed. 

The tables and entertainment center were in black lacquer and frosted glass. Farther to the left a black fabric screen hanging from silver chain links from the ceiling beams separated the TV area from the living area. The big screen TV was surrounded by black lacquer shelves that housed the DVD Player, CD Player, various DVDs, CDs and my other audio/video equipment. A large red, black, cream and silver print area rug covered the floor. A futon covered with a cream colored denim fabric with black and red throw pillows and two sleek ultra modern chaise lounges covered with black denim fabric with a few frosted glass tables with stainless steel frames made up the TV viewing area. The kitchen had a center island, breakfast bar with retro red vinyl and stainless steel barstool. The appliances and counter tops were also stainless steel. The cabinets were painted a cream color with opened design cupboards and shelves. Frosted glass canisters etched with a fruit design lined the counters. The dining room table was a small round table only able to seat four. It had a black tablecloth with a black, white, red and silver plaid topper. The high back chairs were upholstered in a red fabric. A frosted crystal bowl filled with fruit was set in the middle of the table. I dimmed the lights and brought the drink to him.

I didn’t want it to seem like I was rushing him but I had a 2:00 am. - 4:00 a.m. policy. It was already after 1:00 a.m. If I intended to get as many fucks in, as I wanted I was going to have to move things along. I never let a trick spend the night. They were always out of my place by 2:00 a.m. on weekdays and 4:00 a.m. on weekends. The time frame gave me a chance to take a shower to wash away any traces of my trick, brush my teeth, change my sheets and slide into the comfort of my bed to get some rest. Alone.

I watched as Brain downed the drink in one swallow. I did the same and then pulled him to me. No use wasting anymore time. We were here for one reason and one reason only--to fuck. We resumed the kiss. I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled his face down to mine. He kissed me eagerly. His warm firm lips opening to allow me in the secret recesses of his mouth. He tasted of the JB he’d just swallowed and himself. My hands roamed over his body. He was firm. Not an ounce of body fat. I loved the way this kid kissed. All eager enthusiasm. Maybe I’d rethink my rule about fucking Twinks. Brian’s kiss was hot, wet but not too sloppy. His tongue mingled with mine and every chance he got he tried to suck it in his mouth. If the kid could I believe he’d eat me alive. With that thought on my mind I pulled back from Brian. His lips were wet and swollen from our kisses. His eyes were glazed with passion, lust and pleasure. 

“Come on.“ 

I turned and walked to the bedroom knowing that the kid eagerly followed me. I kicked off my boots and started shedding my clothes as soon as I climbed the few steps into the raised bedroom. I dropped the clothes on the floor. I flipped the switch and the blue lights over the bed cast their soothing light through the room. I looked over at Brian. The bedroom enclosure was stainless steel panels with frosted glass inserts. A king sized platform bed took up the majority of the space in the room. Two black dressers flanked the other side of the wall. Frosted glass doors disguised the entrance to the walk in closet and the adjoining bathroom. 

Brian stood on the top step his eyes riveted to the platform bed with the built on nightstands. For the first time I sensed a little more than hesitation in him. His eyes looked a little uncertain. A little frightened. I stood only in my black briefs. As my eyes locked with his I pushed my briefs down and stepped out of them. My dick stood thick, heavy and long. The kid’s eyes trailed from my face to my chest, nipple ring to the dick ready for action. The kid seemed to be totally mesmerized. His eyes darted all over my body. Lingering on my dick. I purposely made it twitch just to see his reaction. His eyes bucked. I smiled.

“So Brian, are you coming or going, or cumming and then going or cumming and staying?“ I asked him. 

Brian took a deep breath and started to disrobed. He nervously yanked the white t-shirt over his head and as I suspected he had a defined chest and shoulders, brown taut nipples and smooth lightly muscled stomach. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. He seemed to look to me for directions. I walked to him pushed his hands out of the way and pushed down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion. My hand wrapped around Brian’s dick and stroked it. It felt heated and smooth in my hands. Brian threw his head back and moaned. Brian’s dick was long and smooth. He was majorly hung. He had more inches than I did but his dick wasn’t as thick. This was going to be good. I couldn’t wait to fuck him.

I maneuvered him to the bed and pushed him backwards. I dropped to my knees removed his sneakers and pulled his jeans from his legs in one smooth motion. I trailed my hands up his long, long legs and thighs until I came to that long dick with the thick heavy balls. I inhaled his scent combed my fingers through the untrimmed hair surrounding his groin. Brian was on his elbows eyes passion and lust glazed staring down at me. I gave him a wicked smile and licked his ball sack and sucked them in my mouth. Brain let out a keen that I’d never heard. I smiled around my mouth full of balls. If the kid thought that was hot wait until I sucked his dick. I released his balls wet covered in my spit and licked a path from the base of his dick to the head my tongue trailing along the thick vein in hs dick. Brian’s legs were trembling and the kid’s breathing was heavy and harsh.

“Justin…..“ his voice vibrated with pleasure.

He didn’t say anything else. I don’t think he could form a complete thought more less a complete sentence and we’d only just begun. He didn’t need to say anything else. I knew what he wanted. I assaulted his dick with my mouth. I took the entire length in my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. Brian’s moans were loud and heavy. He let me know how much pleasure I was giving him. Most tricks tried to hold off their moans of pleasure. Tried to play hard to please. Not Brian. He was openly expressing his pleasure. I liked that about him.

As I sucked and licked his dick covered it with my spit Brian’s hips began to pump up and down with the motion of my mouth. His loud moans and harsh breathing filling the air. I reached under him and grabbed his firm ass and helped him keep up with the rhythm of my sucking. I knew this wouldn’t last long for Brian. I didn’t want it to. I was so hot for this kid I urgently wanted to slip in his ass and pound him into the mattress. Before long Brian’s thrusts became frantic his moans and breathing harsher. I stroked his ball sack and that was it for Brian. His hot, thick creamy cum spurted over and over in my mouth. load after load. What was the old saying young, dumb and full of cum? Well the full of cum part was certainly right. I didn’t think Brian’s dick would ever stop shooting out juice. 

Once Brian stopped pumping and lay spent, body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat I inched up his body. His eyes met mine. He gave me a goofy grin. His eyes hazy with pleasure. I kissed him slipping him a taste of his cum. The kid lapped it up. He sucked on my tongue vigorously as his long arms wrapped around me grounding his dick against mine. His dick was already hard again. Our kiss lasted for a long time. It didn’t take me long to realize Brian had an oral fixation. He licked my mouth and sucked my tongue like he’d never kissed before. I loved his enthusiasm. 

I trailed my hand down and lifted his hips so I could trail my fingers down the cleft of his ass. I played in the little indentation. At first he was a reluctant. His ass cheeks clenched. I assumed he’d been taken roughly his first few times out. I intended to show him that having a dick in his ass could be pleasurable. My fingers trailed lightly along his ass cleft. After awhile Brian became accustomed with my fingers trailing along his cleft. I was purposely stimulating Brian on all fronts. I took advantage of his oral fixation by using all my experience in kissing. He didn’t seem to be able to get enough of our wet tongue play. My dick ground steadily into his as my fingers trailed along his ass cleft. Brian’s moans and harsh breathing filled our kisses. I broke our kiss and began trailing my tongue down his chest. I stopped to suck his taut brown nipples. It earned another round of loud moans and groans of pleasure from Brian. I trailed a wet line of spit down his stomach. I stopped to look up at him.

“You’re going to love this,” I promised.

It earned me another one of Brian’s sensuous sexy smiles. He had no idea of the potency of his smile.

I pushed his legs apart and perched between them. He stared down at me. I gave him a sexy mischievous smile. I nuzzled his dick for a moment then stuck out my hot wet tongue, pointed it and trailed a long, wet line down from the tip of his dick to the cleft of his ass. The entire time Brian’s breathing started to change. I could feel the hot flush of his skin. The slight tremor of pleasure cursing through his body. I hooked his legs over my shoulder. That seemed to surprise him. I briefly wondered if the other guys he fucked had done anything other than fuck him in the ass. He was lucky. Tonight I was in the mood to be indulgent. To hand out a lot of pleasure. Tricks usually tried to impress me with their knowledge of pleasure. I was a challenge. Every trick wanted to be the one that I fucked more than once. So far none had interested me enough to call him back for a second round. Brian was becoming a little skittish.

“Just relax,” I soothed.

Brian’s asshole was pink tightly puckered and soft to the touch. Nothing like the sight of a asshole still new to fucking. I loved the fresh, young musky smell of him. His ass cheeks were smooth, firm and muscled. I licked it and he gasped as the tight puckered rosette quivered. I put Brian completely in the Buck his long legs pushed up to his chest and I went to work on Brian’s ass as his moans, groans and gasps of pleasure filled the air. I was merciless. My long, hot, pointed tongue licked, sucked and penetrated his asshole lubricating it, preparing it for my dick. Brian’s deep moans of pleasure were music to my ears. I was insatiable. Brian’s ass tasted so good. So pure, so damn earthy and natural. I couldn’t get enough of it. Spit made his hole glisten. My talented tongue and mouth were everywhere. Kissing his ass cheeks, sucking, licking and nibbling at his asshole, plunging in and thrusting in and out of his ass. I slipped a finger in his tight ass and he hissed and drew up. I let my finger stay idle until I felt him relax. I slipped in another finger and gingerly began to move them. Brian’s ass was tight. Very tight. Too tight. Then it hit me like an anvil. I raised my head from the beauty of his asshole to lock with his gaze.

“Have you ever been with anyone before?“ 

For a moment I thought he was going to lie. I could see the uncertainty flit across his face. I watched his lips move but no sound came out. Then finally he answered.

“This is sorta my first,” he admitted nervously.

“Damn! Why didn’t you tell me?“

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me if you knew I hadn’t done this before,“ he said miserably.

I stared at him in utter disbelief. Did the kid actually think anyone would pass up a virgin ass? I wasn’t a professional cherry picker but I wouldn’t turn down one. Hell he was lucky I came across him and not one of the guys that got off on inflicting pain or he’d be roughly fucked and passed around to others before he knew it. Now everything clicked into place. The kid was hesitant and reserved because he didn’t know anything.

“Do you know anything about Gay fucking?“

“Only what I read on the internet.”

I let out a long sigh. Brian was still in the buck, my fingers still up his tight hot ass and my dick was still rock hard. He wasn’t the first guy that had made it to college and still hadn’t fucked. I’d fucked quite a few virgins during my college years. Closet jocks that refused to admit they were Gay. Guys who only wanted to pretend that getting fucked by me was just an experiment, that it didn’t mean they were really Gay. I wondered if Brian was one of those.

“Is this some kind of experiment to you?” I asked derisively.

“No!” He practically screamed. “I know I like guys I just didn’t know how to approach one. Then I heard about Liberty Avenue. I had to build up my nerves but I finally came down tonight.” He hesitated and warily watched me. “Does this mean you’re not going to fuck me?” He asked softly.

I chuckled. “Don’t worry I’m definitely going to fuck you.”

That earned me a smile. I was really collecting the brownie points tonight. I pulled Brian’s legs out of the buck and pulled them over my shoulders. I reached over and grabbed a condom out of the bowl by the bedside. I ripped it open with my teeth and handed it to him.

“Put it on my dick,” I commanded.

He eagerly slipped the condom down my thick dick. 

“This is the most important lesson I can teach you about fucking. NEVER let anyone fuck you without a condom. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” His answer seemed to be honest and sincere.

“Good because I want you safe and I want you around for a very long time.”

I grabbed the lubed and squirted some in his hole.

“Justin! That’s cold,” he hissed.

I lubed my fingers and slipped them in his ass. “It’ll heat up.”

When I was sure he was as lubed as I could make him I adjusted his legs again on my shoulders and rose up on my knees. I positioned my dick at the entrance of his hole. His eyes hadn’t left my face. Brian was looking at me like I was the answer to all his hopes and dreams. 

I decided that best way was a single thrust. In one smooth long thrust I pushed pass his muscle and sheathed my dick in the tight confines of his hot moist ass. He gave a quick shout of pain and his fingers painfully dug in my sides. I knew I’d have bruises there tomorrow. He gave a few gasps of pain. Then he opened his eyes and stared at me. I could clearly see the pain in his eyes as well as the excitement. The kid was just ecstatic to finally have a dick in his ass. 

"It hurts, Justin. Does it always hurt like this?"

"A little but that's a part of it. Now relax. I want you to always remember this so no matter who you are with I'll always be there with you."

I had paused to let him adjust to the thickness and length of my dick. His dick was trapped between our stomachs. I twitched my dick to brush over his prostrate and he moaned deep in his throat. Now it was time to get down to business. Brian’s ass was so tight and hot inside. I inched out and back in the tightness of his asshole. His ass clutched around my dick. I began to thrust burying my dick fully inside of him with each thrust. I kissed him. Brian’s kisses were hot, wet and frantic. He was quickly loosing control. I knew he wouldn’t last but a few more minutes. I tried to time my thrust with his frantic demands. My thrusts were shallow at first but became deeper, longer as I felt his ass stretching to accept my dick. When he began to eagerly meet my thrusts they became more powerful. Brian’s hands roamed through my hair. His breathing was heavy and harsh. His kisses were hot, wet and frantic. He sucked and nibbled on my tongue. He was quickly losing control.

“Justin!“ he screamed as his cum shot from his dick coating our stomach and chest with its thick hot creaminess. 

His ass quivered around my dick drawing forth its juices. My thrusts were faster deeper. My groin slapping against, his ass the sound filling the air around us. My tongue thrust as urgently in his mouth as my dick thrust in his ass and then that red haze of pleasure flashed in front of my eyes as my cum filled the latex covering my dick.

A sheen of sweat covered our bodies and Brian’s sticky cum stuck our torso’s together. I lifted up to slip from him but he tightened his ass cheeks so I decided to stay in his ass a little longer. I broke off the last kiss. My eyes meeting his. The look he was giving me made me feel as if I could conquer the world. Nothing like having a guy look at you like he would worship the ground you walked on forever.

I leaned in for one more quick kiss, then slowly pulled my dick out of his ass. Brian hissed at the loss. The look on his face was so forlorn.

I stripped off the condom and dropped it in the ashtray.

“That was just round one kid. We have several more rounds to go before this is over.”

That brought the smile I expected to his face. He rolled against me, placed his shaggy head on my chest and wrapped his arms around me. This was something I wasn’t used to. The only man I’d ever had a relationship with had been Ethan. Until I’d caught the lying son of a bitch cheating on me. Since that time I had made it a rule never to get involved emotionally or romantically with a guy. Fuck‘em and leave‘em. My motto. I looked down at the kid. Okay this was his first time. So the kid wanted to be held for a few minutes. I remembered my first time with my gym teacher. It was dirty, embarassing, raunchy, painful and with not an ounce of tenderness. I hated every moment of it. The only thing it accomplished was to rid me of my cherry and give me some experience. I wanted Brian’s first time to be better than that.

“Justin can you teach me to suck your dick like you did mine?” 

I could see I had an eager pupil in my arms. I ran my fingers through his hair. “You can count on it.” 

I lit a cigarette and took a heavy drag. I was just contemplating our next round when the telephone started ringing. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. At this time of night whoever was calling better have a damn good reason.

I snatched up the telephone without checking caller ID. “Yeah!” 

I listened to Daphne’s frantic voice. I pushed Brian’s head from my chest and sat up. I was moving from the bed pulling on my jeans as I tried to calm down Daphne.

“Be ready. I’ll be there in less than 5 minutes.” 

I pulled my shirt over my head and was putting on my socks when I realized Brian was still sitting naked in the bed. I looked at the clock. There was no way I’d get back before 4:00 a.m. to finish round two and I hadn’t even begun to educate him on the finer points of Gay fucking. My decision seemed inevitable. I was going to do the one thing I hadn’t done in years.

“Look you have a choice here. I’ve gotta take Daphne to the hospital. You can either go with me and we can come back later and finish what we started or l can call you a cab to take you home.” 

He responded without hesitation. “I’m going with you.”