JUSTIN The day had been long and hard. Vance had failed to prepare adequately for a presentation with an existing client. His reasoning: why try to impress a client that was already signed with us. I had to inform him because this client’s contract was almost up and he was being * wooed * by another agency. Anna and I spent the entire morning cleaning up his mess and of course when the clients raved about the ideas he took all the credit. I had been putting it off but it was time I started looking for another ad executive. I had told Anna to make sure to put a copy of Vance’s contract on my desk. I wanted to see if there was a way to get rid of the shithead without suffering a big financial and business fallout. I’d spent a lot of time building up my company and I was not about to let Vance’s half-assed preparations bring it down. He’d been doing lack luster work every since I turned down his suggestions that I allow him to become a partner. I had given it some consideration but after these last few months I was glad I said *no.* It looked like it was time to rid myself and the company of Vance’s presences. If all else failed I was even willing to buy out his contract. I wanted to seriously consider starting the New Year looking for a new Ad Executive. I pulled into the parking garage. I knew Brian was home. I spotted the Jeep parked on the street, which meant he was heading back out. He probably had company. He’d gotten in the habit of bringing Blake and/or Cynthia by on the days he didn’t work. I’d usually find them watching TV, listening to music, on the computer or sometimes even studying. It was a few days before Christmas. Tomorrow was the last day of class for Brian until after the New Year. He was a little nervous about Christmas. We’d spent Thanksgiving with Daphne and her parents. Brian seemed so amazed to see a family enjoying a holiday with no fights breaking out. We’d then stopped at Deb’s where I’d introduced Brian to Uncle Vic. After that it was Woody’s then Babylon’s then bed. Well, okay maybe fucking then bed. Brian told me it was the first Thanksgiving he’d actually enjoyed. He said he’d been looking forward to seeing his sister but she had called and said she was spending Thanksgiving in Vermont with friends. I was looking forward to meeting her. She was the only person in his family he spoke about with love and affection. Brian had yet to meet my Mother or Molly. My Mom had moved back to Maryland after she and my father divorced. They were coming to Pittsburgh to spend Christmas with me. They would be staying a few days with us. We were all eating Christmas Dinner at the loft. Mom and Molly were really looking forward to it. They both loved lavishing attention on Chas. My daughter was truly spoiled. Plus I know they were curious about Brian. He’d answered the telephone several times when they had called. Mom had been very discreet with her questions. Molly had been more direct. Her exact words…*Emmett says Brian’s really young, beautiful, you are supporting him and you are fucking his brains out.* I loved my sister even if she was a nosy pain in the ass. And Emmett didn’t know the phrase *mind your own business.* Brian was nervous about them staying with us. He’d asked so many questions about how we were supposed to act. If he would be sleeping in his room or maybe he should stay with Daphne until they left. I’d finally had to tell him I was not about to turn my home upside down because my Mother and sister were visiting. I told him Mom and Molly would be staying downstairs. Mom would stay in his room since it was rarely used and Molly would sleep in the exercise room. There was a sofa bed in there, a entertainment center with a TV and stereo (I liked listening to music or looking at TV while working out). Molly was the quintessential straight party girl. We’d rarely see her. She’d probably sleep until late in the afternoon, leave around cocktail hour and we wouldn’t see her again until she dragged her ass from whatever club or bed she’d spent the night partying. Of course Mom was a different story. She’d probably be up bright and early every morning making breakfast and expecting me to spend some time with her. I’d taken off a few days just for her visit. The fucking would be a problem. Even with my Mom downstairs we’d still have to be discreet. Mainly meaning I’d have to make sure I was kissing Brian when he came. He bellowed like a bull when he came. I’m sure we’d still have lots of time to ourselves. Molly would probably spend most of her time partying with her friends and Mom would probably spend a lot of time visiting her friends. In any event we would maintain the same sleeping arrangements although for a few days we’d have to keep our fucking confined to the shower and the bedroom. I walked in the loft from the bottom floor. I stopped in my office dropped off my briefcase, shrugged off my top coat, loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt collar. I rifled through the mail before tossing it on my desk and checked my voice messages. Nothing important. I thought about getting a Christmas tree. I’d been so busy I hadn’t selected one. I started to have one delivered and hire a designer to decorate my home for the Christmas Holiday. It’s what I did the last few years. But when I mentioned it to Brian last night he was totally against going the designer route. He wanted us to go out, get a tree and decorate the loft ourselves. I tried to tell him how time consuming it would be but eventually I gave in to him. Brian told me a little about Christmas at his house. It had consisted of his Mother putting up the artificial tree trimming it with ornaments made in the image of Saints and Angels. He and his sister Claire were never allowed to help with the decorations and were forbidden to go near it. By ten o’clock on Christmas Eve his mother would be drunk on Egg Nog, his father would come home equally drunk and worst in the mood to be verbally and/or physically abusive. Usually the physical abuse would be reserved for Brian. Christmas Day his Dad would spend drinking even more than the night before, watching football games and issuing out more verbal abuse. His Mom spent the day attending church and volunteering at shelters serving Christmas dinners to the homeless. He and Claire spent the day hiding from their Dad in their room until dinner. Their dinner would be dried out turkey, soggy stuffing, overcooked green beans and canned cranberry sauce. He said his Mom rarely bought them gifts. If she did it was a Bible, a religious pendant or something else dealing with religion. His father’s gift to him always seemed to be to refrain from hitting him on Christmas. He and Claire always bought each other a gift and then they would slip away to the movies leaving the Saint and the Old Man to wallow in the misery of their making. I wanted to try to erase those memories and replace them with something special. I looked at my watch. If we were going to pick up a tree tonight we’d need to leave soon. I walked up the steps to the top floor. As I reached the top I heard voices. As I thought Brian had company. I wasn’t trying to ease drop but for some reason I wanted to hear their innocent conversations. To hear what 17 year olds thought was life changing. What was paramount in their lives. Cynthia, Blake and Brian were sprawled across the floor still in their school uniforms although they had discarded the blazer’s and ties. Chips, soda cans and wrappers from various snacks littered the floor around them. Music pounded from the surround sound system. It alarmed me that I had no idea what musical group they were listening to. I was amazed they hadn’t all lost their hearing. I loved loud music but only in clubs. Cynthia aimed the remote at the stereo and turned the volume down “Com’ on Bri,” Cynthia cajoled as she leaned across his chest. “It’s tomorrow night. It’s sorta to celebrate our Holiday break. Jon told me I could bring a friend. He and the Frat boys give this party every year to celebrate the end of the semester. Blake can’t go. You have to come with me.” Brian was sprawled on his back one of his long legs bent with his arms behind his head. He looked absolutely beautiful. Blake was laying next to him their heads practically touching. I wondered if Brian had realized his best friends were totally hot for him. Just watching them brought back memories of me, Daphne and Michael. “Why can’t you go?” Brian asked as he turned his head to look at Blake. “Because my Dad is sending me to spend the Christmas Holiday with my Grandparents in DC while he and his whore of the moment take a holiday cruise. My flight leaves tomorrow evening. At least my Grandparents love me and I’m assured of getting a lot of gifts.” “Sorry, Cyn you are on your on then,” Brian told her. “Why?” She demanded. “Because I’m not going to the heterohop with a bunch of sex crazed, beer chugging * breeders. *” Brian said as if it was the worst thing that could possibly happen to him. “Well, what else will you be doing? Do you have anything better to do?” Cynthia asked. “Spending my time with Justin.” “You already spend all your time with Justin. You live with him. You need to get out and mingle.” “I do mingle. Justin and I go out every week.” “Yeah,” Blake joined in siding with Cynthia, “You go out with Justin and * his * friends. You need to go out with us. * Your * friends. Friends your own age.” I decided it was time to let them know I was there. “That’s not a bad idea.” I said walking into the TV area. They all jumped to their feet. Ah, the flexibility of youth. “Hi, Justin,” Cynthia said flirtatiously as she smoothed down her short skirt. “Hi, Sexy,” I teased leaning to kiss her on the cheek. She blushed profusely. As usual Blake seemed to be tongue tied around me. He got out a squeaky “Hi.” I leaned up and Brian leaned down for a quick kiss. Our foreheads touched and we rubbed our noses. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see the telltale blush creep up Cynthia’s cheek as she watched the intimate greeting Brian and I shared. A quick glance at Blake and he was almost salivating. “Hey,” Brian breathed in to my mouth. “Hey, to you,” I said breaking contact. “I heard a little of your conversation. They are right. You should go to the party tomorrow night. It will be good for you. You need to start spending time with friends your own age. When I was your age…….Let’s just say I did some pretty wild things. I still do.” “Like what?” Brian asked. I thought of all the in the closet Frat boys I fucked in *closets.* What a cliché. And all the orgy’s I’ve participated in. Some as recently as a few months before he moved in with me. I shook the images from my thoughts. “I’ll tell you later,” I promised Brian. “You need to go to the party. You need to get out and have some fun” Brian looked like he was about to argue. “Let’s talk about it later. For now I’m going to change. You should do the same. Then we can drop off Cynthia and Blake on our way to pick out a tree.” Brian readily agreed eager to change the subject. *** We took the Jeep since it was on the street. We dropped Cynthia at the condo she shared with her mother and Blake off at the stately home he lived in with his father. It took us over an hour to choose a Christmas tree from the tree farm. Mostly because Brian couldn’t make up his mind. His excitement was almost contagious. We ended up buying a wreath for both doors, garland for the fireplace mantle, pinecones, poinsettias and a 10ft Fraser fir. Once we got back home we went in the storage area and pulled out the Christmas tree decorations. We struggled putting the tree in the stand. It took us four tries to get it to stand up straight. I didn’t even harass the kid about the *ridiculously romantic* Christmas CD he put on and hummed along with as we put up the decorations. I sipped my JB as I watched Brian’s long frame stretch to decorate the top of the tree. I loved watching his muscles ripple under the ribbed stretch t-shirt and the way the fabric of his jeans molded his firm ass. It was almost 1:00 a.m. when Brian was finally satisfied with his decorating endeavors. We stepped back and surveyed the loft. Garland, red ribbons, bows and lights were wrapped around the staircase. The tree was trimmed with red apples, gold bows, pinecones and crystal ornaments. A red, green and gold plaid tablecloth covered the dining room table. A crystal bowl was filled with red glass apples and carved walnuts. Red and green candles flanked the crystal bowl. Poinsettias were on the living room tables and flanking each side of the fireplace. The house had a festive flair. The loft smelled of the pine tree. Brian had dimmed the lights and the tree and the fireplace mantle and the fire gave the loft a very warm glow. It really was ridiculously romantic. I decided it was time to bring up the party. “When is the party?” I asked as I repositioned the candlesticks on the fireplace mantle. “I’m not going.” Brian said adamantly. He stood back to give the garland on the fireplace a critical look. We’d hot glued pinecones, plaid satin bows and strung ribbons through the garland. Red, and green candles served as a centerpiece. He leaned down and picked his beer up off the hearth and took a swig. For a moment I was side tracked watching the way the lights and the flames from the fireplace brought out the red and golds in his chestnut hair. I wanted to fuck him in front of the fireplace…after we finished our talk. “You need to go. It’ll be good for you.” I walked over to the bar and poured myself another drink. We were both in our socks. As usual the top button of Brian’s jeans was undone. He looked hot and sexy in that natural way of his. The kid exuded sex. Everything about him bespoke of his hot and sensual nature. His eyes held a mischievous glint. “What if I meet a hot horny frat boy?” “Fuck him for me,” I said glibly. Brian turned his back to me and fiddled with the lights on the tree we’d already spent hours perfecting. It slowly dawned on me I might have hurt Brian’s feelings. I let out a silent sigh. Brian was definitely going to have to get tougher skin if he intended to live his life as an open Gay man, but until then……I walked behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I just want you to enjoy your youth. I certainly am.” I placed a kiss in his hair. “You need to get out. Fuck other guys. You’re young. You have your whole life to spend with one man if that’s what you want.” He turned around and stared down at me. “I’ve fucked other guys before Justin.” “Then fuck some more. Get fucked.” Brian’s dark hazel eyes bore into mine. “I’ll fuck other guys if that’s what you want me to do Justin, but I won’t let another man fuck me. Only you.” We stared at each other. I was moved by the sincerity of his words. I figured I was the only one who’d fucked him but having him confirm it almost blew me away. I placed my drink on the mantle. I lifted Brian’s drink from his hand and placed it beside mine. His words reverberated in my head *Only You.* I didn’t say anything I didn’t have to Brian read the lust in my eyes. Brian made the first move. His lips crushed mine beneath his as his tongue snaked out to eagerly mate with mine. My arms went around his neck as his long tongue sunk deeply in my mouth. We slowly dropped to the floor the thick pile fur rug cushioning our descent. I wrapped my arm around Brian’s waist and pulled his body tightly against mine. I could feel his long hard dick pressed against mine. I gripped the long soft strands of Brian’s hair and deepened our kiss. I was drowning in the taste and texture of his mouth. I heard Brian moan my name. We quickly shed our clothes scattering them around us. I had Brian in the buck in minutes. Our lips only parted to draw in air. After all the fucking we’d done Brian’s asshole was still tightly puckered. I ran my palm over his ass. His ass cheeks were smooth, firm and muscled. I leaned down and licked his hole. He gasped as the tight puckered rosette quivered. I pushed his long legs up to his chest and I went to work on Brian’s ass. Rimming was Brian’s weakness. He loved having my hot pointed tongue in his asshole. His moans and pleasure filled gasps filled the air. Brian clutched my hair, my shoulders, anywhere his hands could reach. His legs quivered as I tortured his asshole. I was merciless. My tongue repeatedly penetrated his asshole swirling around, stretching it, lubricating it. Brian was moaning and sighing my name over and over. His asshole glistened with my spit. I reached over and grabbed the lube and condoms out of the bowl on the table. I sheathed my dick in the condom. I warmed the lube on my fingers before I slipped one then two digits in his quivering hole stretching him, preparing him. When I was sure he was sufficiently lubed I thrust my dick into his inviting tight hole. I pushed pass the tight ring of muscle and sheathed my dick in the tight confines of his hot moist ass. Our eyes locked. “Tell me again,” I demanded. He knew what I was talking about. He leaned up his lips touching mine. “Only you Justin, Only you.” I didn’t know why I wanted to hear it but I did. I wanted to know that right now at this moment *Brian’s* ass belonged to me. I kissed him with passion and maybe even a little ossessiveness. I began to thrust deeply watching as the fire turned his skin to gold. He was so beautiful…this boy…this young man and right now he was mine. I buried my dick fully inside of him with each thrust. He met each thrust as our tongues dueled. I fisted his dick and spread his precum over it using it as lube. I knew it wouldn’t be long. I knew Brian’s movements the little breathy grunts that signaled his impending orgasm. I increased the power of my thrusts, brushing his prostrate over and over again. His legs stiffened over my shoulders, I grabbed his hips and pounded into his ass. “I love you!“ he screamed as his cum shot from his dick coating his stomach and chest with its thick hot creaminess. My balls slapped against his ass the sound filling the air around us. I came right behind him in a multi-colored haze of pleasure as his ass quivered around my dick drawing forth its abundant juices. I relaxed my grip on his legs moving them from my shoulders. I waited for Brian to open his eyes and look at me. He had the well-fucked haze in his eyes and his lips were turned up in that goofy smile. I love the way the twinkling Christmas lights highlighted his hair and skin. I slowly pulled my dick from his ass. He let out a sigh of regret. I leaned forward and licked his cum from his stomach and chest. Every delicious drop before trailing my tongue up his neck over his Adam’s apple, chin to his lips. I sunk my tongue deeply in his mouth giving him a taste of his own spunk. I rolled over, stripped off the condom and dropped it in the ashtray. I pulled Brian in my arms. We both began to doze or at least I did. “Justin will I ever get a chance to fuck you,” he asked. I knew that question was coming. He’d fucked other guys it was only natural he’d want to fuck me. To assure himself that he wasn’t the *little woman* in our…..I hesitated over the words but no matter how I hated to say it I was in a relationship with Brian. For a long time I didn’t answer Brian. I thought about having Brian’s perfect long, thick dick in my ass. It was enough to stir my dick. I rolled Brian on his stomach and pulled him up on his knees. I leaned over and whispered in his ear as I quickly sheathed my dick in a condom. I positioned my dick at his ass and thrust forward. Sinking completely in. “We’ll see,” was the only answer I could give him. BRIAN Multi-colored Christmas lights had been strung along the wall and in the window. Their twinkling was the only light illuminating the room. The room was filled with smoke. It was hot and the arid smell of drugs mixed with the strong smells of sex, cologne, perfume, smoke and alcohol. The music and the voices pounded in my ears. I leaned back and watched the couples dancing. Of course all hetero. There didn’t seemed to be a Muncher or Fag in the group. The party was held at the Frat house of Jon the guy Cynthia was currently dating. She’d disappeared upstairs with him about an hour after we arrived at the party. The weed, beer, booze and E was flowing heavily. I didn’t touch any of the drugs; Justin’s rules. He reiterated them as I left the loft tonight along with kissing me on the forehead like I was some kid and telling me to have a good time. Every corner and cushioned surfaced in the Frat house seemed to be occupied with two or three heteros in the mix of some form of sex. I seriously did not want to be at this party. We’d been here for a little over an hour. I knew that because I was checking the clock every few minutes. I’d been propositioned countless times by girls that had more tits than brains or ass. I’d danced a couple of times with Cynthia before she disappeared upstairs but that was the extent of my mingling. Now I was just waiting on Cynthia so that I could go home. I was still nursing the same beer I picked up out of the tub when I first arrived. It was now lukewarm. I set the beer on a table and walked out to smoke. Justin told me I was too young to smoke I needed to give it up. I didn’t see him putting down his cigarettes. I lit up and inhaled deeply. “Hey. How’s it going?” I turned around to see who was lame enough to use the same line Ted used. The guy stepped from the shadows. He was a good-looking guy. He looked familiar. Blonde, blue eyes a few inches taller than Justin and buffed. Of course my dick twitched. I may love Justin but I was still a horny teen and this guy was hot. My gaydar was in overdrive. The guy kept looking around him like he expected to be caught committing a crime. “Whatz up?” I asked facing him. “Nothing. Just trying to get a little air. Hi, I’m Chris…..Hobbs,” he seemed nervous. I knew who he was. He’d graduated from school a couple of years ahead of me. He was the star quarterback at the time. “Brian,” I said. “Yeah, I know. I’ve seen you swim. You’re good.” We were both silent for a few minutes. “I saw Cynthia go upstairs with Jon. They might be awhile.” “Yeah, seems that way.” I acknowledged. I decided to go for it. What could it hurt. Justin told me if I saw a hot Frat boy to fuck him for him. I was going to see if I could. I flicked my cigarette away and turned to Chris. “So, Chris you wanna fuck?” Chris’ eyes flashed with lust. I knew the look. He quickly glanced around to make sure no one had heard my offer. “H-How d-do you know?” he stammered nervously looking around. “I just do,” I told him. “So do you.” He hesitated. He looked around again. “Come with me.” I followed him to a door on the outside of the house. We went through it. He flicked on the light and locked the door. It was a small storage area. Discarded furniture, sports equipment and other miscellaneous items littered the room. A bare mattress was in the corner. I started pushing Chris towards the mattress unbuttoning my pants as we went. “Have you ever done this before?” I asked. “Yeah, I fucked a few guys.” He admitted. “Have you ever been fucked?” I asked. I took my pants and shoes off as I waited for his answer. Chris was still slowly removing his clothes. He pushed down his pants. Not bad. I’ve had better. He did have a firm muscled ass, a little hairy. His dick was thick and short, the hair around it bushy and untrimmed. He finally answered my question, “No, I’m a…..top.” I smiled, “Not to night,” I told him as I pushed him to the mattress. “Tonight you get fucked.” And he did. **** I woke up to Justin’s strong blunt fingers massaging my dick. I partially opened my eyes and looked into Justin’s. I wondered if I’d ever get used to his beauty. “Someone got in late last night.” He said. I could hear the playfulness in his voice. “Just under the wire,” I yawned, “What time is it?” “Time to take care of your morning hard on although it’s afternoon. So, how did you enjoy the party?” Justin asked. “Must have been interesting since you had to take a shower before coming to bed.” I thought about last night. After I’d fucked Chris twice he started to cling. He wanted to get together again. I tried to explain my philosophy to him about no seconds but he blocked it out. I even told him I had a boyfriend. It didn’t matter. He was fixated on seeing me again. I knew I had to get away from the party and Chris. I waited patiently for Cynthia as Chris stood near me talking nonstop. I’d toned him out after my last attempt to tell him I’d didn’t want to see him again. When it was close to my curfew and I’d I finally lost my patience with Chris I went upstairs and got Cynthia. She was a little pissed because she and Jon were in the middle of a heavy make out session but I had to go. Chris slipped his number in my pocket as I left the party. I threw it away as I pulled away from the curb. I wasn’t going to worry about him. We’d never see each other again. We didn’t travel in the same circles. Justin’s hand massaging my dick brought my thoughts back to the present. I moaned. His hand was so warm and strong on my dick. I had to piss but I didn’t want to do anything to stop Justin from massaging my dick. I vaguely wondered if I could cum and piss at the same time. I stretched and smiled. “Last night was okay. I met a guy. I fucked him. Then I got bored.” Justin brushed my hair out of my eyes. “You need to have experiences like that with kids your age. Get out, party, enjoy yourself. That’s what last night was about.” I sat up in bed. “Justin last night was boring. It was a waste of my time. I just happened to meet a Gay guy their but it won’t always happen. I spent most of the night leaning against the wall just waiting on Cynthia to come back downstairs so we could leave. I don’t want to go to parties where I have to hide who I am. Where everyone there is different from me. Most high school and college parties are for heteros not Gays. With you, Daphne, Debbie, Vic and the guys I finally feel like I can be myself. I don’t want to spend my spare time at a hetero-breeder party hanging on the wall watching them bump and grind all night. If I want to party I want to do it on Liberty Avenue.” Justin seemed to take what I said into consideration. “Brian when I was your age I foolishly thought I was in love,” he laughed derisively. “I let a musican…Ethan fill my head with a bunch of romantic bullshit. He was my first real experience with love. I was blind to his flaws and his lies. Every day he told me how much he loved me. I bought in to his Bullshit. For an entire year I didn’t fuck anyone else. Then I learned that he was fucking any and every guy that would bend over for him. I caught him fucking another guy in our apartment. I just felt like I’d lost a whole year of my life on bullshit.” “Justin, you don’t lie to me. You don’t feed me bullshit. You tell me the truth. I don’t feel like I’m wasting my time. I want to be here with you. I may be only 17 Justin but at least allow me to make my own decisions. I’m a man, Justin. I want you to treat me like one.” I wasn’t sure how Justin was going to react to what I’d said. It was the first time he’d ever mentioned Ethan to me. Dahpne, Ted, Emmett and even Michael had mentioned Ethan but this was the first time Justin had ever mention him to me. I knew it meant a lot for Justin to share this much of his past especially a painful part of his past with me. Justin felt he should look out for me and take care of me. Most of the time I didn’t mind that but I still wanted him to treat me like an equal. Allow me to make my own decisions and not just dictate to me. “You are absolutely right. You are a man. From now on you decide where you party as long as you follow the rules.” Justin conceded. “I’ll respect your decision.” I gave him a smile I hope was filled with lust. I looked down at the tent below my waist. Justin followed my eyes. His hand was still wrapped around my dick. “Why don’t we both go take care of your morning hard on.” He said. We did.