Disclaimer: All Characters and situations from Queer as Folk are the properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, (Cowlip) Showtime, and others. No Copyright infringement has been intended by this author or this website. This story has been invented for entertainment purposes only and has been rated by the author, and not by any independent body.

A/N All mistakes are my own, as I have decided not to have a beta for this fandom any longer.

"YA'LL READY FOR THIS??????"

Song: The Boys Are Back In Town By: Thin Lizzy

Song: Milk Shake By: 'KELIS'

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CHAPTER 2

~Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, late Summer, Early Monday morning August 29th, 2005~

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

A bright dusky long lashed blue eye peeks out from under a cotton hunter green and cream colored pillow sham.

Justin Taylor glares at his alarm clock and then groans loudly, wrapping both of his slender arms around the fluffy pillow on top of his head, smooshing it down, doing his best to drown out the blare of his noisy clock alarm sitting on top of his small cherry wood nightstand.

Sighing, he sits up, bends over and bops the top of it, making it stutter, then shut off.

Pushing his pillow away, he stretches his small slender feet, running his hands through his long hair.

Smirking at the Daphne voice in his mind telling him, 'It's SO past time for a hair cut Taylor!', he defiantly brushes it aside, both his long locks and her ghostly words, as he thinks about his schedule for the day.

Casually swinging his feet to the floor, he yawns as he again stretches, this time from his fingertips to his toes, realizing he's glad it's only a half day, as are the next 2 as well for his mini class at PIFA for a Graphics art course, due to the Labor Day Holiday.

Standing up now, he bends over from the waist as he slightly moves his legs apart, reaching for his left and then his right foot, groaning happily as he feels the wonderful pull of his muscles.

Stretching with his hands over his head once more, he then walks out of his room, pushing his hair out of his face and yawning.

Moving slowly down the hall to his bathroom, his left hand slides down the back of his black bikini style CK's to first his right and then his left butt cheek, and as his right hand absently moves inside the front of his drawers, his left hand is happily scratching at his ass crack and his right is now lightly fondling his full nut sac.

Once inside, he whips off his bikini briefs, and holding up his hands for a 3 point shot, arches, sending the thin material flying across the room and landing neatly through a small netted miniature orange basketball hoop that covered the top part of his hamper.

Daphne had bought the damn thing two Christmas' ago, because she was sick of picking up his 'dirty' drawers.

Even though he'd caught her sniffing them once.

Until that point in time, he had NO idea black girls indeed could blush, and that brightly too!

And hadn't THAT been an awkward moment.

Yep, he'd wondered about that one, and just what page in the 'Things Best Friends Should Never Ever Do', rule book it was on.

Throwing his hands up in victory, saying "Taylor! Taylor, YEA!" he giggles loudly as he makes his way to the toilet.

Smirking at the fact that the seat and lid were already in the up position, he grabbed his cock, took careful aim, and let loose a loud golden stream into the water.

Almost drooling, cause it felt so damn good to just piss in peace, his mind wandered back to the many times he'd been interrupted in the past.

Or the many times Daphne had just 'accidently' walked in, causing him to be forced to halt in mid stream, or risk embarrassing them both.

And every time, he could of sworn she'd done it on purpose just to sneak a peek at his dick!

He snorted as he looked at his now clean bathroom counters.

All that was sitting on the cream and black swirled marble top was HIS brush, HIS comb, a tube of HIS favorite toothpaste and inside the small black cup, was HIS toothbrush, next to HIS floss, and HIS cologne, and that. WAS IT.

Gone was the funky looking mounds of girly crap paraphernalia of dozens of mismatched little plastic holders of eye shadows, the tiny assorted brushes, the cheek blushes, and various rainbow tubes of lipstick as well as assorted flavors and colors and small pots of lip gloss, and different sizes of tubes of skin care, ad well as various lotions.

Gone was the overflowing drawers of more girly crap like hair ties, bobby pins, hair clips of plastic and thin metal, as well as some that looked more like S & M torture devices and thick and thin elastics and bows, and ribbons.

Gone was the volume of hideous perfumes and body sprays, scattered pink shavers, some sharp, some dull.

No longer spilling out of the bottom cabinet were open boxes of douches, lightdays panty-liners, regular and over night pads and tampons, slim, regular and super sized! AkA the period shit...A gay guy just did NOT need to know these things!

Oh and speaking of the period shit! OH my!

Justin rolled his eyes, sighing gratefully as he finished his long piss.

Giving his dick a shake, he shuddered, as he remembered the 'That Damn Time Of The Month' crap!

He missed her yeah, but, he could of done a happy dance, knowing he'd never be awoke again by her whispering in his ear and scaring the crap out of him when she said, "Um, Jus? You awake? Em, can you pretty please go to the store for me? I kinda started, and ah, please would you run and get me some tampons? Oh, and don't forget the strawberry douche!"

Looking over at his clean white shower rod, he shuddered again, remembering the long lengths of different shades and styles of hosiery that had hung there day or night. Stockings and pantyhose, unfortunately for him, he now knew the difference!

How many times had he almost been strangled in the dark by the shit? Too many to count.

After washing his hands, and brushing his teeth, he opened a lower cabinet door and reached inside, gathering all of HIS bathing and hair care products.

Dumping the small armful haphazardly onto the long wide shower shelf, he smirked that NOW there was room for HIS crap too.

Adjusting the shower head to the way HE liked it, hard and hot, not rain shower fresh and Spring warm as she'd currently had it set on, Justin realized that, 'Yep, he missed her dearly, but, ah, life was Sooooooooo good, now that he could scratch, and take a piss and, even...'

Feeling the thick 8 inches of Justin Jr. slowly rising for the occasion, he rinsed out his shampoo, then quickly applied his thick cream rinse.

And letting the stuff do it's magic to his hair, he grabs his thickening cock, and lets his fingers do the walking. "Ahhh."

~Meanwhile, across town~

"BuZzEtttZeezzzzzzzTTTTTzzzzzz"

Brian Kinney glared at his shit brown stupid Super Q. alarm clock.

Getting up out of bed swiftly, Brian curses loudly as he trips over his cheap ass Super Q. black low top tennis shoes.

Scratching his full heavy balls, his hand then slips down the back of his white generic boxers to his ass crack and he gives it a good scratch as he almost bumps into a stumbling sleepy Ben in the hallway.

Mumbling a 'Good morning' as he turns into the wall, instead of his and Michael's bedroom, Ben bumps his head, rubbing his nose and winces.

Brian smirks, knowing full well the man has just woken up himself.

He is just to the edge of the door, when a small dark haired blur rushes by him, snickering, as he shoves Brian aside and out of the way.

"Move your ass Brian! I gotta, I gotta peeeee!"He howls dramatically.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT," Brian loudly growls, "SO DO I !"To the now slammed bathroom door.

"Come on Mikey HURRY the fuck up!" Brian whined doing an adult version of the pee pee dance.

Glaring at the door he nastily said, "I mean it, hurry up, or I'll pee on the floor!"

"You will not!" Came a faint smug voice from the other side of the door.

"Oh yeah? Just you try me ya twirp! I will too!"

"Ben will kick your ass!"

"Ben can kiss my ass!"

The door opened and soon, Brian had his arms full of his best friend.

"Please, swear to me that you won't leave me." Michael whispered sadly into Brian's ear as his friend held him tightly in a hug.

Kissing him on his little button nose, Brian gently sat him down.

Before he shut the door, he paused and whispered back, "Mikey, I'll always love you and we'll always be best friends, but we both know it's time."

Ben smiled as he came out of his and Michael's bedroom, fully dressed and ready to start his day.

Brian stepped out of the bathroom clad only in a medium sized dark red terry cloth towel wrapped around his slender waist.

Ben gave Brian a quizzical look saying, "I just asked Michael, now, what about you?"

Brian inwardly groaned as he said out loud, "What about me?"

Ben smiled slightly as he carefully replied, "Well, I was just about to start breakfast. SO, How does egg white omelette’s stuffed with white cheddar and mushrooms and sun dried tomatoes with whole grain toast lightly buttered and a big glass of O J sound to you?"

Brian fought to not roll his eyes. He truly did. But ever since that wacky Doctor they'd forced him to see 5 years ago had declared him a borderline anorexic, Deb and Ben and even Michael had made it their life's passion to fatten him up!

By GOD it was getting on his nerves, and made him feel as if he never wanted to eat again sometimes!

Ben bit his lip as he carefully watched Brian's darkening face with his worried one, slightly frowning as he noticed that mulish smirk forming.

'Well, shit.' He thought, 'Here we go...'

Dr. Kempt had warned them all of over reacting, or even pushing Brian too much, or trying to force him, or trick him, in order to get him to eat.

After several tests, Brian gave the good Doctor his grudging permission to tell them, because he'd hoped they'd finally get off and out of his ass and business if they could see for themselves that there was nothing at all wrong with him!

Well, nothing that Kip's weasel head on a platter stuffed with a poison apple, pierced on his roasted poor excuse for a cock couldn't cure!

Brian knew he still had issues. Hell, after what that devious little fuck had put him through, and after all he'd lost, who in the fuck wouldn't?

But, Doctor Kempt had privately explained, claiming that the tall proud man was in his opinion, and according to the test results, a borderline anorexic ever since he'd lost it all almost 5 years ago.

The Doctor had went on to say that Brian needed to feel like he was in control of something in his world, because his world was now so out of control.

Brian smiled, and softly said, "I am gonna have to take a rain check on that Ben."

Seeing the storms start up in both of his friends faces, he held up his hands, "Hey! I really need to get to class early today, okay?"

Mikey shot out, "Well, will you promise to at least stop by and see ma at the Diner then?"

Brian and Ben both exchanged amused glances as they snickered at the smaller man's attempt to be subtle.

Mikey was just like his mother Debbie, who was about as subtle as a freight train!

Mikey started to pout.

Brian quickly kept back the impending water works as he replied, "Um, tell ya what! Not only will I stop at the Diner and see our lovely mother, but? I'll even have some breakfast there to boot! Now, I gotta go and get dressed!" The tall slim man said as he rushed to his room.

This time, it was Mikey and Ben who not only exchanged knowing triumphant looks, but air high fives as they watched Brian go into his room and close his door.

The Diner was crowded, even more so than usual Brian decided, and he almost left, having actually turned right around, with his hand poised on the door, when he heard a familiar bellow,

"BRIAN KINNEY YOU LITTLE SHIT! COME OVER HERE AND GIVE ME A HUG!" Screeched Mikey's real and Brian's self appointed adopted mom, Debbie Novotny.

Wincing, he shoves his way through the crowd, and he almost passes out as the short and very strong older red headed woman grabs him and attempts to hug him to an early death.

"Ah, Deb?" He squeaks, "Oxygen becoming a problem here."

Deb, smirks, and blushes as she realizes she almost hugged the stuffin' out of him, again!

Gently she slaps at the back of his head.

Softly pinching at his cheeks before she kissed them, she asks him,

"How are you honey? Are you hungry?"

She then coo's as much to his embarrassment, she starts attempting to clean it off by scrubbing at his cheeks with the heels of her hands, wiping off her waxy thick lipstick, but in truth, only making it worse by leaving his face now looking like a blushing teen as he rolls his eyes feeling like a kid again, at her mother-henning.

But, at his hesitant nod, and the briefest nervous flutter of his lashes to show his growing discomfort, Debbie quickly realized she'd best find him a seat, because it looked like he was about to bolt.

Scanning the room, her eyes land on JUST the spot!

"Labor Fucking Day rush!" She throws sarcastically over her shoulder, as she's soon ploughing them headlong through the milling crowd, dragging him by the hand to a table near the back.

He grimaces as yet another body is shoved up against his, due to the obvious Labor Day Holiday jam inside the diner, and not the one outside in the streets.

Coming abreast the booth, she smiles down at the tables only occupant as she sweetly

says, "Hiya there cutie! Listen, my boy Brian here needs to eat, and you look like you could use some company! So, what say, both you boys have a nice breakfast together, okay?"

Justin looks up from his cooling coffee as he recognises the funky looking waitress who had yet to take his order, even though he'd been sitting here now for about 30 minutes!

Then, as he looks up and over at the dark haired god standing next to her, he almost spills said coffee in his sudden haste to have the beautiful man set down.

At his booth.

With him.

Gah. And he silently sent up a prayer of thanks to the angel or angels who obviously looked out for gay boys everywhere!

Brian tried very hard not to stare at the beautiful young blond man who just happened to look like an escaped angel from a Michelangelo painting in the flesh.

But, of course with clothes on.

And, as he carefully eases himself into the booth, he keeps his interested darkening eyes from never leaving his companions obviously interested crystal baby blue gaze.

As both men opened their mouths to speak, Debbie shouted to be heard over the din in the diner, as she loudly asks, "Hey, Cutie, Brian, you boys want the 'Breakfast Specials' sweeties?"

At their vacant and obviously enamoured nods, she grinned at them both, and went to place their orders.

Quickly she slipped their ticket onto the little silver wheel, and growled at the cook to "Put a rush on this one! PRONTO!"

As her mind raced, she realizes she hadn't seen Brian like this in almost 5 years, and there was NO way, she'd let this little cutie pie out of her sights until Brian got his name and his number!

HELLS! She wanted the kids name and number too!

Silently she sent up a huge prayer of thanks to god, for sending them the little blond.

Because Deb had never heard Brian so enthusiastic about food, nor had he ever agreed to her knowledge to eat so much of it in one setting, and this was the first time, in a long time that he actually looked interested to be around someone that wasn't family!

Happily she pulls her cell phone out of her apron pocket and calls her son and his husband with the amazing news!

Justin swallowed, picked up his water glass, took a small sip, sat it back down and said loudly, "Erm, Hi! My name is Justin, ah, Taylor, Justin Taylor!"

'And COULD I sound any more High Schoolish?!' He berated himself, rolling his eyes at his over eager inner twink.

Brian thought he was cute, if not a bit young as he asked, "So, hi Justin, my name is Brian Kinney, what High School do you attend?"

'And COULD I sound any more older? Zeesh! I just now sounded like I was in my 60's NOT 30's!'

He grumped at himself internally as he rolled his eyes inside at his stupid teacher self.

Justin DID roll his blue eyes as he loudly shot back, "NO! I mean, I'm NOT in High School, I'm a College student!" He heatedly declared, then bit at his bottom lip with hesitation at his unusual rudeness.

But, before Brian could be offended, or ask which one, Debbie arrived with their breakfast.

Sitting them down, she rushed off to grab the coffee pot, blatantly ignoring the numerous hands demanding her attention too.

Both men looked down at their large over full plates of pancakes and eggs and toast and gravy and bacon, ham and links, wondering what the fuck to say next as she arrived with a full coffee pot, huffing slightly as she flipped Brian's coffee cup over with a 'clink' onto it's matching white saucer and filled it to the rim.

Justin looked up at her gratefully and said, "Thank you!" And he smiled brightly as she filled his as well.

Debbie almost dropped the fucking thing.

'Wow!' She thought. 'The little fucker's grin was brighter than the nose on that red nosed reindeer, ole' what's his face!'

Smiling sweetly at him, she said, "You're welcome Sunshine!"

Brian who was watching the play by play, had to agree, the kid sure had a mouthful of bright and sun shiny white teeth.

After Debbie had left to take care of her demanding other customers, slowly, between bites, Justin and Brian became more and more better acquainted.

Although neither one mentioned again, the mishap or whereabouts of Justin's schooling, the two men seemed to be getting along just fine.

Soon, Debbie plopped their check in the middle of the table, and, as she went to re fill their cups quickly Justin spoke up, "Um, no Thank you Debbie, I erm, I've had my fill."

Brian just quirked a brow at her and shook his head 'no'.

In a blink, Justin grabs up the check just as he saw Brian's hand was about to go for it.

"Nuh uh!" He said loudly, "Nope, this was on me!"

Brian smiled tightly as he patiently held out his hand, saying, "Nonsense Justin, I've got it, now hand it here." He said with gritted teeth, as he looked around, hoping no one recognized him arguing over something so trivial with someone so young.

"Nope! Gotta jett, see ya!" Grinned the blond haired brat as he pocketed the slim paper, swiftly rising, humming a catchy tune as shaking his fine ass, he pretended to smooth down the clingy material of any wrinkles, imagined or otherwise, with both hands moving slowly over those fine healthy looking twinkie boy lumps.

Brian had to just sit there now, due to the enormous hard on he was sporting inside his dress slacks that was threatening to ruin the zipper on them because that fine ass had been shaken just a bit too close to him for his comfort.

Still humming, Justin sent a knowing flirty grin and slow wink over his dark blue sweatered shoulder at the still seated and obviously flustered man, and then really twitched his hips, wiggling his hot ass in such a sensual way, causing one wild eyed man to trip into another gob smacked, lust ridden drooling man, who then walked into another, who also had been eyeing the beautiful blond eye candy’s hot shimmying ass, who then bumped headlong into a guiltily staring Kiki who squeaked loudly as she tripped over someone’s foot.

One minute Kiki was carefully holding a full tray of hot food and then next, she was watching with wide over mascara'd eyed horror and a round red heavily lipsticked mouth as it went flying high in the air and was dumped onto the bald heads of two now snarling, eggs and gravy covered BIG meaty leather clothed Daddies who were just lunging for her when Debbie bellowed, "FREEZE!"

The inside of the entire diner did just that, even Justin's swinging hips as he now stood rigid and round eyed in front of the cash register with his and Brian's check frozen between his extending slender fingers.

Plucking it away from him, Debbie laughed as she had recognized the song, he'd been humming and grinned, "Okay Sunshine! Enough of that 'milk shake, shake,' before I send your little bubble ass to the back to get a mop, mop, mop and clean up the mess, mess, mess your twitching little butt just caused!"

Blushing, he told her to keep the change as he handed her a $50.00 and then ran out the front door of the Diner red faced.

She looked over and smirked at Brian who just smirked back, as he slowly, and carefully got up and made his way to the restroom.

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Justin was peeling around the corner, cussing himself silly for acting like such a slut, and in public too!

Frantically searching for a parking spot, he kept telling himself that he'd probably never see the fine Brian Kinney ever again, cause boys like himself just were not that lucky in life.

FINALLY! He spotted it. #3446978 HIS PIFA parking spot.

After finding it, he expertly wheeled into it, and parked.

Grabbing his dark blue book bag, and unzipping it to add some extra items, he then slipped his arms through it, pulled his keys out of the ignition, and quickly got out of his car, locked it and hightailed it for his class.

Climbing the third flight of stairs, he sighs happily as he recognizes the name and number on the frosted glass, Graphics Class Rm. 303.

Hoisting his heavy book bag up higher onto his shoulders, Justin opens the door and enters the room.

Looking carefully at the rows of computers and chairs on one side of the large spacious room, and the 30 odd desks in the middle, and the other side now filling with students straggling in, Justin notices that the much larger teachers desk is well, empty.

Frowning slightly he wonders just where the absent Professor could be as he looked down at his watch, noticing the time.

Feeling eyes on him, he looks over to the side filling up the fastest.

Shrugging he smiles and winks at a really cute dark haired boy, who winks slowly back at him.

And as Justin walks by, a note is thrust into his hand.

Smiling, he quickly pockets it and sends the boy a sizzling sexy smirk and another fast wink over his soft sweatered shoulder as he happily finds himself a seat by a window.

And as he sits down, taking off his back pack, he'd realized too late that in his haste, he'd forgotten to zipper up his bag, and everything is now tumbling out onto the floor, rolling noisily under his desk.

Snickers and titters fill the room as red faced, he gets down onto his knees as he tries to re-capture the moving items.

Brian Kinney knew he was late as he rounded the last flight of stairs.

Glancing again at his plain fake-black-leathered-cheap-assed, piece-of-crap-Super-Q.-poor-excuse-for-a-watch-that-he-couldn't-bring-himself-to-replace, just-because-Mikey-had-bought-it-for him-and-that-had-replaced his diamond and platinum Rolex five years ago.

Brian found himself bemoaning again the rotten fact that he had not gotten Justin's fucking phone number, although he'd gotten his 'number' loud and clear!

DaHm! But that boy was SUCH a flirt!

Almost causing a riot or a breakfast orgy inside the diner!

He almost tripped yet once again as he recalled that amazing ass of his young breakfast companion.

Soon, before he knows it, he's at the door to his classroom.

Taking a deep breath, he plastered on a grim smile, placing his shaking hand firmly around the knob. Twisting it slightly, he is now opening it, and taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly as he's stepping inside.

Walking briskly to his desk, nodding a hello to those that caught his eye, he finds himself catching his breath as he watched a very nice, and very familiar backside wiggling back and forth, as the owner of said ass obviously was trying to gather his items from his spilled book bag, sprawled in the center of the isle on the floor.

Smiling an evil smile, he waited until all of his new students were now seated, except for the occupied one on the floor giving them all a very nice show.

He smirked as one girl bumped into the elbow of another one who was trying to add some length to her already ridiculously long black lashes as he heard the first one whisper, "Damn! Shirl, Nice butt huh?" Causing the girl to scowl, and then after looking at said butt in her compact mirror almost putting her eye out with her wand.

She blinked rapidly, nodding her head up and down, until she looked like one of those ridiculous toy doggies who's heads waggled up and down as they sat on a dashboard or a car rear window.

Moaning loudly, she blushed as she bit her bottom lip.

Brian raised a light brown brow at the hateful and dirty looks the young dark blue eyed sable haired boy sitting across from them was now shooting both enamoured girls.

Silently he agreed with all three of the teen's non verbal as well as verbal opinions as he then tore his own heated gaze away from that ass that had almost caused him to hit a bus as he'd hit his gas instead of his break because he'd been day dreaming about it...The swell and curve of it...Wondering of it's feel, it's taste...

Raising his voice, and welcoming his new class he squeaked as he said,

"Hello."

Stopping, he felt himself blush slightly. The whole class tittered politely, as he cleared his throat a couple of times and tried again.

This time saying in a firm strong yet still sexy voice,

'Oh yeah, he thought. ' I still got 'it' as he heard his powerful rich vibrant voice ringing confidently in the air saying,

"Welcome to my Graphic's Crash Course Class. I'm Professor Brian Kinney, and I shall be instructing you for 3 hours a day, Monday through Friday, as well as on Saturday these next few weeks until the regular Monday through Friday classes resume on September 12th."

Giving them all a sweet tiny smile he added, "Now I know this is a Holiday week for you, and I truly appreciate your making your studies more important than your social lives for me. However? You'll soon find out that in the real world, an employer will NOT hesitate to use you to fulfill his work load needs, and your life, or even the fact that you may have one, will always play second fiddle to HIS or HER Company.

This can even be set in stone if the person is a client."

Smiling a tight smile he seriously added, "For those of you that pass this course, you will be automatically accepted into any of my regular classes at half off the regular price. I do this as a way to weed out the ones that are just in it to be in it for a credit, not in it for a career. I have neither the time, nor the patience for losers or just-get-byers, and I won't have them in any of MY courses."

Losing the smile he darkened his attitude just a tad as he arrogantly stated,

"And, as there is NO way to make up any classes, even missing one shall result in failure of this course. Now, I suggest you make sure to drag your butt to my class, no matter what shape you find yourself in."

"Any questions?"

The dark haired boy who had been earlier giving both of those girls dirty looks now cautiously looked around the room, before hesitantly raising his slim tanned hand.

Brian looked at him pointedly as he coolly stated, "Please stand and tell us your name and question."

The boy's face got so red, Brian thought the kid would implode as he stuttered, "Um, Pro, Professor Ki, Kinney, hi, um, I'm my names Cha...shi.. I mean oops, Joey, my name is Joey James, and my question is this. I er work a late night job, and sometimes, I don't get out of there until around 2:30 or 3am, so, just saying, now, mind you, um, IF I didn't get an assignment finished, or show up for class, you'd really boot me out and I couldn't take your full 4 year course?" Sitting down quickly, the boy averted his gaze from Brian's and instead trained it onto the most fascinating subject of all.

The one thing that it seemed now held everyone’s attention, all though they really were trying NOT to show that they were enjoying it too, as their eyes moved from the floor show to Brian's face, awaiting his reply.

Brian took a deep breath. Then slowly let it out. This was one thing that no matter the reasons, he just would NOT budge on. His 4 year course classes was hard.

Rather like a backwards baptism into the fire of Advertising, and several of his former students had gone on to great heights in the Business world.

Sure, the boy was a cutie, and of course a good student or he would of never gotten this far.

Brian only accepted PSAT scores of over 1400.

Meaning that only the best and brightest would be learning from him, as he had much to share and to tell. Plus, it gave him a perverse feeling to know he was in a way still shaping the Advertising world.

Looking Joey in the eyes, he firmly said, "You even miss one hour, and you're history with me. You even miss one assignment, and you can kiss this course, and all of the once in a lifetime chances knowing my material will bring, goodbye."

Looking around, he tried his best not to laugh out loud at the stunned looks on their young faces. He slides his tongue to his inner cheek, as he smirked, "Any more questions then?"

Seeing none, he presses on by saying, "I want to apologize for being so late, as I had an unfortunate bit of car trouble."

Brian really felt it was for the best not to share in the fact that the only trouble he'd truly had was getting his stuck zipper open, so he could quickly take care of the raging boner trapped in his dress pants, courtesy of one little blond twink.

"Now as I call out your name, please say 'here.' "

And, as he rapidly blasted through his long list of student names, he wondered again at the very miracle that, after running his Jeep up on the sidewalk to avoid that big transit bus, the handsome big bald burly cop with the nicest ass he'd ever seen ON a cop has just smirked at him, winked broadly and sweetly said, as he'd shaken his nightstick at him, and NOT in a life threatening way either, cooing, "Why Brian Kinney! As I live and breathe! Where have YOU been? Honey you really DO need to be more careful! You still have my number, right sugar? If ya do, call me!" The large man had almost squealed, as he'd licked his lips adding with a saucy wink, "You were the BEST top I've ever had, you ANIMAL YOU!"

It had taken him at least 15 minutes to finally remember just who in the hell the man was, and then, when he finally had, he'd almost hit a tree!

Quickly he'd finished up his list, making sure on purpose to leave out the boys name still hiding under his desk, as he announced,

"Class, since today is a short day, as are the next two, please note classes will resume to three hours a day on this Thursday. Now, if you will all take out your workbooks, and turn to page 8. Please read silently to the end of the next 3 Chapters. You many begin."

Justin Taylor wanted to. Just. Die.

As in dig a hole to China or to Australia and fall though it.

As soon as he'd recognized that voice, and he also noticed, although there was obviously NO way Brian's voice was THAT voice, still, a boy could dream right?

And, when Justin had heard the Professor introduce himself, he had decided then and there, that under his desk would now be his new residence. 'Maybe they would deliver his mail here?' He pondered doubtfully.

Brian walked carefully over to the kneeling still figure.

Squatting down, he noticed the boy's muscles bunch as he very quietly, so quietly only Justin could hear him, as he'd softly said, "Payback’s sure a mean ole' bitch eh Sunshine?"

Justin yelped loudly as he bumped his blond head in his haste to move out from underneath the desk, so he could explain his strange predicament, and of course, look at Brian Kinney's beautiful face and bod.

Brian just chucked and stood back up, purposely ignoring the blustering student and walked back to his desk and sat down.

For both men, the hour and a half seemed to just drag on and on.

Finally the bell rang, and Brian made a quick, yet lengthy announcement before he dismissed his class.

"FREEZE!" He shouted. And as one they did just that, sliding slowly back down into their seats, their young yet eager faces wearing different expressions as they awaited his next words.

"I want a thousand word essay. I want you to title it, 'What Advertising means to Me.' I want you all to think back to how old you were when you first noticed Advertising, and just how it made you feel. I want you to tell me in your own words, if you feel it has shaped you in any way into the person you've become today. I want you to examine your purchasing habits, both good and bad. Are you an impulse shopper? If so, why do you think that? Tell me the things you do, eat, places you go to, how does Advertising influence these daily choices? How does it Entice you, making you sometimes do things you wouldn't normally do. You will be asked to give a brief oral summary of your assignment, and it will be taped, so come prepared. Dress for the part. I will be interviewing you for this 4 year course. If you are serious, and you are willing to listen and learn, and work hard, I can promise you, by the time you are ready to graduate, any of the top 4 of the big boys in Advertising, would gladly give you a chance in their over a Billion dollar corporation. Now, before you ask, no, this is NOT a normal part of the curriculum offered by the State needed to pass this course. Before you bitch, YES, I have permission to do this from the Dean, to help to weed out those that simply are NOT cut out for this line of a career. Any questions?"

Not seeing anything but shocked and dazed faces, he smiled and said,

"Oh, and Class, I want this done in YOUR own words, with no indented paragraphs. It had best be NEATLY double spaced, neatly typed and on my desk before the bell rings tomorrow morning. No excuses. No handwritten work will be accepted. This is a computer Advertising course and you will be using your keyboard a lot, so get used to it. Class Dismissed."

But, when the dust settled, Justin Taylor was no where to be found.

Justin Taylor ran like the hounds of hell wanted to knit him into a bootie!

'NO!' He told himself harshly, 'No 'bootie' thinking! His big ole' bootie was what had gotten him into trouble in the first place! What had come over him this morning?

Acting like a male hoochy-coochy dancer in a room full of hungry and horny men wanting to put him on the menu.

He'd wanted to get only one mans' attention though, but, obviously the fates sure bit him in the ass huh?

Brian Kinney was his Professor?/ 'Oh God!' He can't get involved with a, a, teacher, HIS teacher? Why me? He moaned, feeling so frustrated that he wanted to throw himself down and have a good old fashioned tantrum.

Opening up his car door, he quickly locked it and just sat there thinking.

Pro's and the Con's are swirling around in his brain and then, remembering the note from the cute dark haired boy in his Graphics class, he slips his hand into his front pocket and checks it out.

He smiles as he starts his vehicle. He had promised Daphne and himself, he was going to get out more, and meet new people, have fun and get laid!

Well, he'd had a good start on that meet and greet kinda thingy already and, yeah, it had kinda bombed but?

Deciding to take the sexy kid up on his offer and his advice, he quickly puts it into gear and drives off.

Pulling into a parking spot on the street, quickly jumping out of his car, he pockets his keys after locking up.

Pushing open the tall double doors of Torso, as he walks inside his mouth drops open as he looks all around.

A bubbly tall short dark blond haired man bounces up to him with his hand out saying, "HELLOoooo gorgeous! And, welcome to Torso! I'm the general Manager, Emmett Honeycutt, at your service! And you must be Justin!?"

Justin nods grinning widely, "Hi Emmett, I'm Justin, Justin Taylor!"

Shyly showing the older man his note, Emmett squealed happily, clapping his hands and bouncing on his toes as he declared loudly, "Oh honey! I'm gonna make you soooooooo pretty! You are gonna just knock that boy's socks off!"

~10pm Boy Toy, a Twinkie strip club~

Justin Taylor looked down at his watch for the 4th time and ordered another drink. It was 20 till 10pm.

Despite the fact that he was beginning to feel set up as well as stood up, he was feeling pretty good.

The bartender stared at him, long and hard.

He quirked a finely drawn brow, flipped back his long brown hair, flexed his slender muscles, and then looked at the cute little twink, and then down at the cute little twink’s picture ID very hard for the 5th time, and then shaking his head, gave the blond young man his drink anyway.

Justin told yet another hot and cute 18 year old boy who was just dying to dance with him or suck his dick in some place called the 'Playroom', "No thank you, I'm meeting someone." The pretty blond just pouted, and wiggled between Justin's legs until he was rubbing his obviously interested yet lacking erection up against Justin's inner thigh.

Justin smiled sweetly but looked firmly at the 'smaller' younger boy and shook his head as he carefully extracted the slender limpet in a boy suit from around his leg.

Watching the horny teenage boy huff off, he's left wondering, 'And good Lord was I ever that forward at that age?!'

He snorted to himself, 'Nope, he would of most likely had his head up his ass petrified when it came to this kind of thing. And some of these boys looked even younger than that!'

Then, he snickered at himself as he realized, 'Well, duh dumbass, hello? So. Do. You.'

Taking out the small well read wrinkled note, he looked at it again, still not quite believing that such a hot guy would want to be with him.

'Hi. I think you're SO cute, and I'd like to get to know you better. Please meet me at Boy Toy tonight at 9:45pm sharp. Go to Torso and speak with Emmett Honeycutt, he knows me really well, and he'll fix you up! It's on me so pick out something really hot, okay? See you there, Joey

Sighing, and placing a firm, yet pleasant smile on his face, he took a deep breath, and let it out slowly as he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Taking a small sip of his Thom Collins, bracing himself to let down yet another, and for the 10th time now twinkie boy, he finds himself pondering as to why you could work at a place like this at age 18, but not drink in it.

Hearing the amused snort of the bartender for the, oh fuck, he'd lost count, Justin slowly turned around, grouchily ready to give his regrets, but, as he finds himself looking into eyes a bit lighter blue than his own, the words of 'no' die in his throat, never leaving his lips.

~EARLIER, Later that afternoon, at The Liberty Diner~

Brian had just finished his last class at Carnige Mellon, and he didn't feel like eating alone.

Pulling into the parking lot of the diner, he smirked wickedly as he thought about the look on her face, hell, on ALL of their faces, when he walked through those doors once again, making it twice in one day.

The late afternoon Special's are being greedily consumed, and the easy banter between long time friends is being shared and enjoyed between Brian, Mikey and Ben, and Ted Schmidt and Emmett Honeycutt.

Then, holding a small piece of bread and butter dipped in thick brown gravy halfway to his mouth, Emmett Honeycutt suddenly sets down his fork as he blurts out,

"OH! I forgot to tell you! I had the MOST beautiful and sweetest little twink visit my store today! He was being fixed up by one of my very good clients, a dancer at Boy Toy named Joey James, who is SUCH a little hottie!" He exclaimed, rapidly fanning himself as if to show his point.

Being that shy sweet little Joey James was one of his PIFA Graphics students, Brian’s ears suddenly perked up.

Trying his best to look lazily and yet mildly interested at his flamboyant friend, he casually asked, "Yeah? So, what was the lucky twink’s name?"

Brian quickly called out for the check before the full name of the twink left Emmett's confused and surprised mouth.

A flustered Kiki who had ended up pulling a double shift for Debbie out of guilt after the mess she'd caused this morning said, "Yes, yes, Kinney, I hear you and I see you 'oh mighty one!' This ain't Babylon honey, so Keep your pants on!"

At his insistent badgering, Kiki stormed over to their booth, and glaring at him, ripped off the ticket.

"FINE! Here!" She snarled thrusting the check into his waiting palm.

One by one, brows hit the hairlines of his early dinner companions as they watched Brian hand the shocked Transgendered woman enough money for them all, as well as a healthy tip and a quick buss on her heavily reddened highlighted cheek to boot.

While this was unusual in and of it's self, what next came out of his mouth had Mikey thinking that the real Brian Kinney was tied up somewhere helpless, in some abandoned warehouse, while an obvious alien was parading around, playing with his best friends' body!

This was NOT Brian was the inner agreement made by the other men as he casually said and suggested that,

"Ya know what boys? I've never even been to Boy Toy before, and, I'm thinking that a change of scenery is a good thing! What say you? Blow off Babylon tonight, and let's check out them twinks, huh?"

His friends were torn, and he could see the inner conflict in all of their eyes.

But, he knew that they would give in to his wishes, because part of his rehab back into society was getting back some of the old Brian Kinney. Heh.

The good Doctor had even said so too. God bless the old quack.

They looked at him, and then looked at each other with eyes that spoke volumes.

Then, looking down at their empty plates, they graciously thanked him for the meal, and asked him politely just what time did he want to meet them there?

~Back at Boy Toy~

"Hi baby!"

Justin jumped up happy to see at least one familiar face as he said,

"Emmett! Wow! Look at you! Hi yourself you hottie you! What are YOU doing here?"

Emmett giggled and hugged the smaller man as he gushed, "Oh a very good friend of mine wanted to check this place out, so ta da! Here we are! But, honey! Oh my Justin, look at you! Wow is not the word, but wow...You look so delish!" Emmett growled playfully as he slid his hands up and down the silky clingy material covering the slender boy's back, and patted his ripe young leather clad rump several times.

"Honeycutt, keep your claws to yourself!" Growled a sexy sultry voice.

Justin's eyes lit up. "Hey!"

Brian was watching Emmett, feeling his guts clench as the man did to Justin what he'd wanted to do since he'd first laid eyes on the boy this morning at the diner.

He tried, but couldn't suppress the low growl coming from deep within him.

"Bri? It's your shot, I scratched." Said Ben holding out the pool cue ball.

As he watched Brian staring at Emmett and a tiny blond twink as they got all huggy, he carefully sat the ball down onto the green, and poked a finger in his ear as he wondered, 'Did Brian just 'growl'?

"Brian?" Ted said, looking nervously at Ben and then at Michael as he asked his strange acting friend, "Did you even hear Ben?"

Mikey exchanged worried looks with Ben and Ted as he too watched Brian ignore Ted as he was staring daggers at Emmett.

Remembering his mother’s ad nauseam descriptions of the blond miracle boy Justin,

Mikey'd decided that the cute petite blond Emmett was still enthusiastically hugging on, must be the Justin from the diner and that was just who Brian was growling about as he saw Emmett now playing patty cake on the blond's very round ass a few times more than was necessary, and judging from Brian's intense scowling and strange growling, even once was more than enough as he watched Emmett happily hugging the boy.

Brian ignored all three men as he tipped back his beer draining it, while keeping his eyes trained still on what he wanted so badly, when he almost choked as he watched Joey James take Justin's small hand as he handed him a drink and then led him over to a front seat by the stage.

"Hey," Said Mikey, seeing the lights dim. "It looks like the show’s finally going to start! Lets move closer and get good seats!"

Both Brian and Ben followed him over to a table close enough to the stage, yet far enough away for Brian not to feel too crowded.

Ted was signalling for Emmett, and soon all five men were seated and they were watching the dark stage expectantly.

Brian's jaw dropped when he saw his shy student Joey James, dressed in a dark black very clingy what looked possibly like silk, suit wearing what looked like very nice dress black shoes that were to his well trained eye NOT knock off's, confidently climb the stairs to the stage, walk to the center of it and pluck a wireless microphone from it's stand, open his pretty little red mouth and say,

/"Good Evening and Welcome One and All to Boy Toy, Pittsburgh's finest in Twink and ONLY Twink Entertainment. I'm Chance Rivers, your MC for the evening. Here at BOY TOY we want you to have fun, but we DO have a few rules around here that you simply MUST follow, or we'll have to ask you to leave."

Holding up a slender wrist with a lovely thin solid filigree lavender bracelet surrounding it, he smiled saying, "Yes, it's pretty isn't it? I'm one of the featured dancers here at BOY TOY, and I've been working here since I turned 18 six months ago, and even I have to wear one!

“So, rule number one, if you see ANY boy wearing one of these, like you see me doing, it means one thing, and one thing only and that is this, He's either 18, 19, or 20. So, DO NOT attempt to buy him an alcoholic drink, not EVEN a shot, because not only is it illegal, we will press charges. No exceptions."

At several gasps from the audience, including Justin's very surprised one, Chance/Joey smiled again, only this time it was full of naughty promises as he practically purred, "But, as you can see," He said slyly, flicking it with a finger and grinning as it snapped back into to place.

"It's made of rubber. And this leads me into rule number two, which is, NO PLAYING in the PLAYGROUND unless you're wearing one too! NO BARE BACKING ALLOWED! Condoms must ALWAYS be worn for intercourse, again, NO exceptions! If we catch you uncovered, we will remove you and ban your ass!"

Now, his pretty face darkened as he said, "And rule number three? NO means NO. Period, NO exceptions. Unlike other places we will press charges because rape is rape, and it's against the law."

Smiling again he giggles and blushed prettily as he coyly added, "Oh, and for those of you NOT in the know, the State of Pennsylvania says the age of consent is 17. But, we only allow 18 and older into our fine establishment so, if he says, Yeah! And you say, Hell Yeah! The doors to our Playroom are now open, so knock yourselves out!” He exclaimed, throwing his slim arms wide.

“Just one more thing and then I'm gonna start the show, and hand the mic over to CJ our DJ!

“Now Boys, we really love tips! So while you can't buy your underaged sweetie-pie a real drink, we do have a House Cock-tail, which is a fruit juice and ginger ale spritzer and you may purchase this non-alcoholic treat for your sweet! As well as a virgin anything! We'll be ever so grateful as we earn points for the drinks and or champagne bottles we sell. But, be warned, if you touch us, you'd best tip! Remember too, while on the stage or on the floor, no grabbing, or fondling of the dancers under the belt, or you will be bounced outta here! But, we get to touch YOU! So, YOU save that for our back room, The Playroom! NOW, don't forget to tip your waiters and your bartender too! CJ? I'm through! Cue it up man!"

And then the air was alive with the riffs and words of an old Thin Lizzy song.

Guess who just got back today? Them wild-eyed boys who had been away Haven't changed, haven't much to say But, man I still think them cats are crazy

Spinning neatly around in a tight circle, Chance/Joey tosses the mic, and it arches high until it's caught with a sound *smack* into the palm of a big black hand, and the song goes higher in volume.

/They were asking if you were around How you was, where you could be found Told them you were living downtown Driving all the old men crazy/

The stage is dark once again, and a hush fell over the audience as soon the large room is filled with the tinkling rip rip rip scratching sounds of a seasoned spin doctor as a deep dark chocolate and whiskey sounding sensual voice announced,

"Gentleman, for your viewing pleasure, BACK FROM THEIR L.A. TOUR, BOY TOY OF PITTSBURGH PRESENT'S OUR EVENING'S LINEUP OF ENTERTAINMENT! PLEASE WELCOME OUR FAB FIVE!

The boys are back in town The boys are back in town I said The boys are back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town

The heavy black velvet curtain parts, and the audience 'Ooo's and ahhh's' excitedly as first a red, then yellow then blue then green, then orange, then violet gelled spotlight shines on five different boys on the stage.

Each one dressed in a primary or secondary colored scooped necked crop top dressed in navy blue daisy dukes style short pants with knee socks and high tops that matched their sexy tee-shirts, and they ALL sported a slim lavender bracelet. Their fit and sexy bodies were placed in provocative poses on different apparatus's on what appeared to be an adult version of a child's playground. And the song played loudly on.

You know that chick that used to dance alot Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot I mean she was steaming

And the audience screamed their pleasure as they heard, "DEVON BELL!" CJ Boomed, as a strobe light effect of a kaleidoscope of multi-colors covered a pretty lithe looking long limbed red head dressed from head to toe in violet slithering slowly yet sensually down, as he twisted and curved his body round and round the tall candy striped pole, that looked like it belonged in the center of a child’s fantasy playground.

Then, the spotlight turned clear, softening for a moment as Devon flashed the audience a sexy bright white grin, and they were startled as his violet blue eyes sparkled.

Wrapping his hands provocatively around the thick pole, he slowly did a sweet grind with his lower body against it, moving sensuously up, and then allll the way down until his splayed out bent knees were touching the floor.

Then, bending alllll the way back, he gracefully arched his limber body until his curly head was now touching the floor.

The spotlight fades until once again all the audience could see was his silhouette as he again stood up against the pole, still. And the curtain closes.

The audience shouted, and cat called it's appreciation.

"YeAhOZA! That WAS off the HOOK DEVON!" Yelled CJ as he shouted over the din, "LET'S GIVE A BOY TOY WELCOME TO OUR NEXT PERFORMER, SHAUN WELLS!"

And once again, the curtain on the stage opened to show another boy. Only this boy had dark brown hair, and was dressed in the color red.

A multi-colored spotlight rippled over Shaun as he was hanging upside down on an over large jungle gym, slowly doing lift ups. He did a graceful walk over as he moved into chin ups.

First with one hand, and as his tanned flat sexy stomach muscles ripped nicely causing the audience to make several comments of, "Mmmm, Ahhh, HELLS YEAH!"

Then the other hand, and then finally both hands, as he suddenly flipped, dismounting from the bars and landed neatly on his red sneakered feet, on center stage.

Leaning all the way back he did three walkovers, five cartwheels and then a side split and finally a center split. The spotlight fades to soft white. Grinning a big white smile, his dark blue eyes were shining as Shaun leaned over and placed his sweet face to rest on his cupped palms as his elbows rested on the stage.

Once again, the crowd went wild as soon only his silhouette was left to be seen as darkness fell once more, and the curtain closed.

"GIVE IT UP GENTLEMEN FOR AARON EROS, BOY TOY'S OWN 'ANGEL' BOY!" Shouted CJ over the rumbling noise of over 300 horny men.

As the dark curtain parted once again, the spotlight was already on a very stilled figure.

The boy standing by a slide, dressed in yellow, had his back to the audience, and as he turned, the spotlight faded to soft white, and the audience caught it's breath as one, when the unearthly beauty of the boy was revealed.

Falling in small ringlets to his slender shoulders was thick angel blond hair. It looked like spun silk, and his eyes were as blue as a Summer sky, and burnt as bright as the Summer sun.

Slowly climbing the adult sized slide, his well shaped ass wiggling with every step, Aaron slid down it, and as he did, he tumbled into a summersault. Standing, he did two graceful cartwheels, and then a side split. His slender lavender bracelet shown in the colorful spotlight that now danced all over him, as he broke out in a sexy hot dance, shimmying and shaking his body, moving his yellow sneakered feet in a sensual motion as the song blared,

And that time over at Johnny's place, well that chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face Man we just fell about the place, And if that chick don't want to know, forget her

The crowd went crazy, and as the curtain was closing, all you could see as he was now back by the slide, was his silhouette.

"OH HELL YEAH! YA READY FOR MORE!?" Screamed CJ, as he did his best to work the cheering horny men into a lather.

"FUCK YEAH!" Was thundered back at him, so loudly, he winced.

“OoooKAYn THEN! GIVE IT UP, FOR, JAKE JONES!"

As the dark curtain opens, it shows a boy, dressed in green standing in a large ball filled area with netting on the top and sides, with the front open to the audience.

The spotlight of multi-colors now covered the black haired boy as he picked up several balls and began to play with them.

Rolling the small softball sized yet light weight plastic multi-colored balls, he began throwing them up in the air, and then he began to juggle them, giggling as they fell.

Picking up one, he smirked lustfully at the panting audience as he stuck out his tongue as if to lick it.

The soft white spotlight picked up his dazzling white smile and the playful sparkle in his leaf-green eyes as he instead started tossing balls out to the audience.

When he had tossed the very last ball, he smirked again, and did a handstand beside the ball pit, and then moved it into a graceful walk over until his green sneakered feet were standing back inside the empty ball pit.

Suddenly CJ said loudly over the din, "GUYS! JAKE just tossed out some lucky balls, and if you caught one, look at it. If you see a gold toy block sticker, you're a winner! Please take all winning balls to the Bartender to claim your prize! We have too many to mention, but, Kent the bartender, and his horny helpers will be more than happy to assist you! All we ask that you do so after any performance, during our intermissions please, so as not to disturb our performers. We'll have a 30 minute intermission between each boy's performances! OKAY! BACK TO THE SHOW! JAKE, SHOW THE BOYS YOUR MOVES SWEETHEART!" Shouted CJ. And the young boy cut loose, doing a sexy bump and grind as the music swelled.

CJ pumped up the tunes as Thin Lizzy sang,

The boys are back in town The boys are back in town I said The boys are back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town Spread the word around Guess who's back in town You spread the word around

Jake now stood still, and as the dark curtain was closing, all you could see was his silhouette.

Then the crowd went wild, hooting, whooping and chanting, "CHANCE! CHANCE! CHANCE!" as the dark curtain parted to reveal Chance/Joey sitting on an adult sized swing set seat, bathed in a soft white spotlight and dressed in primary blue.

As the colors of the rainbow licked across his tanned skin, with every pump of his strong legs, he went higher, gracefully swinging back and forth, the joy in the act showing on his young face as he grinned at them, giving them all tantalizing peeks of his curvy ass and strong arms and legs as he pumped.

Slowly, he brought the swing back to a gentle rocking, and then he dismounted in a quick jump that landed him on his blue sneakered feet.

He moved smoothly to the sexy beat, and then stood still as the dark curtain began to close, leaving him in silhouette.

The intro of the song was ripped, scratched, and then the dark curtain fell open once again, to display the 5 sexy boy toys, only this time, they wore a mid hip length leather jacket that had large rainbows across the back, with their names etched in rainbow letters on the front left of their jackets as well as the large snow white leather capital letters, 'B' and 'T' on the right with the 'B' a bit above the 'T', that matched the colors of their clothes, just slightly shorter than their cropped tee's, showing and teasing the audience with tantalizing glimpses of tanned flesh with every sultry move.

They turned as one, as Chance nodded to CJ and the music went back to full throttle as Thin Lizzy belted out,

Friday night they'll be dressed to kill Down at Dino's bar and grill The drink will flow and the blood will spill And if the boy's want to fight you'd better let them

With their right hand on the shoulder of the boy in front of him, they moved as one body into the 'wave' and then spun away from each other, mock fighting.

The crowd cheered as then one by one they came together again, only this time facing their audience as they linked arms and swayed their shoulders to the beat, their hips snapping a rhythm of old, causing several audience members to sling cat calls, and other suggestive words at the blushing boys.

They spun away from each other still dancing, bumping and grinding, as a spotlight of their color covered them one by one as Chance walked to the edge, and shouted, "COME ON BOYS! I KNOW YOU KNOW THE LAST STANZA! SO STAND UP 'on your feet' " he grinned suggestively as he made air quotes, and leered at the audience which made the other 4 boys on stage giggle loudly, knowing that they were probably responsible for several of the reason why some men were still as yet seated.

"AND SING IT LOUD!" Chance yelled as he began dancing back to the center stage.

Raising his arms, and swaying to the beat as did all of the other boys as they sang with the music,

That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long Won't be long till Summer comes, Now that the boy's are here again

This time Aaron moved to the front as he cupped his mouth shouting, "OKAY, MY 80 year old GREAT Granny can do better! YEESH! COME ONE GUYS, SING!"

Then smirking as he gave a sexy hip roll, tossing his blond head as he went back to where a yellow spotlight awaited him, and he was once again dancing.

And the audience raised the rafters, drowing out Thin Lizzy as they shouted singing,

THE BOY'S ARE BACK IN TOWN THE BOY'S ARE BACK IN TOWN THE BOY'S ARE BACK IN TOWN THE BOY'S ARE BACK IN TOWN THE BOY'S ARE BACK IN TOWN THE BOY'S ARE BACK IN TOWN SPREAD THE WORD AROUD THE BOY'S ARE BACK IN TOWN

Chance moved over to CJ and grabbed the mic, motioning for them all to "shhh”, as he slyly put a finger to his lips.

Turning to his dancer mates, they all gathered around the mic, in sultry tones now to sexily whisper a chanting a capella,

"The boy's are back...The boy's are back...

First Jake waved really big, and ran off back stage, followed by Aaron, who blew the roaring crowd a big kiss and rushed after Jake. Then Devon smirked, waved and tore off after Aaron.

Leaving just Shaun and Chance on the stage.

Shaun shrugged, smiled big and ran off after Devon.

Chance, just grinned, and tossed the mic back to CJ who caught it, and as he watched Chance's fine ass as he ran after the others, CJ started softly singing a capella in a sexy sultry voice,

"The boy's are back in town again, been hangin' out at," Suddenly he stops singing, as he shouts out to the audience, "NOW WHERE IN DA HELL ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?!"

"BOY TOY!" Thrums the answering roar.

"DAHMN SKIPPY!" CJ chortles as he is now scratching up the very next song as the strains of Thin Lizzy melt away into the new sound.

Taking a deep breath he booms, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME THIS YEAR'S WINNER OF THE LOS ANGLES GO GO BOOTY CAMP TROPHY FOR BEST ROUTINE, MOST ENTICING COSTUMES AND BEST GROUP CHOREOGRAPH LEADER! THE NUMBER ONE NEW COMER GO GO DANCER AS WELL AS OUR YOUNGEST DANCER AND MC! BOY TOY OF PITTSBURGH PROUDLY PRESENT'S ONE OF OUR FINEST, GIVE IT UP FOR MY BOY, CHANCE RIVERS dancing to KELIS's Milk Shake! Go on now! Shake that thang, you pretty lil' white boy!"Growled the DJ with a sexy dark bark.

My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard, and there like, it's better than yours, damn right, it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge

All eyes in the now captured and enraptured audience widen as they stared at the boy again in a very formal looking black silk suit, the same one he had MC'd to them earlier.

Gone was the sexy cutie pie blue playground outfit.

He took their breath away as the spotlight shines clear on a slender body as he wiggles his firm looking bubble butt.

Strutting on onto the stage as if he owned it, working his way to the edge, the lights change from clear white to misty blue as Chance/Joey does a quick spin, spreads his legs and bending over to the waist, with that luscious ass facing them all, grabbing the hems of his pants, he loudly rips them upwards very fast.

The spotlight goes clear white as the audience gasps as one.

So fast did he move that it looked like a blur, and the spotlights went back to soft blue and the room was silent as the next stanza of the song began, all eyes on the beautiful body moving sensually to the beat on the stage.

I know you want it, the thing that makes me, what the guys go crazy for. They lose their minds, the way I wind, I think it's time, la la-la la la, warm it up. The boys are waiting

For Justin, as that twisting and turning, dipping and shimmy-shaking ass got nearer, and more near, poor Justin Jr. got so hard so quick, he feared his metal zipper would bend!

'Damn! He could make some moves himself, but, shit! NOT like that! Wow,' he thought, and he almost went cross eyed as he tried to keep up with those powerful thrusting and pumping hips.

'Wait, what was Joey, er Chance doing? Holy crap! He was moving right off of that stage, and it looked like he was stalking, er me?' Justin squeaked in his mind, and then gulped out loud, slamming back his non alcoholic drink.

Earlier, he'd started to feel tipsy, so Joey had ordered him a Shirley Collins making him feel about 12 years old, but, at least he wouldn't be falling on his face too soon now.

Seeing the look of determination on the kids' handsome yet expressive face, Justin crooned in his mind as he watched those impressive hips swerve and that fine slender yet well muscled young tanned bod dip and jut and then? POW!

OFF came the black silk shirt and the black silk jacket in ONE fast rip!

Watching as it sailed over his head like a soft black missile and landed on the stage Justin grinned an evil grin.

'That's it, he thought, 'Come to papa baby boy...'

Okay, yep, it's official, he was drunk!

Brian, Ted, Emmett, Ben and Mikey found themselves shifting around uncomfortably in their seats, their throats still a bit raw as they had wholeheartedly screamed and shouted for more earlier in the set.

Babylon had NEVER been this much fun!

Grinning naughtily at each other, all of their cocks perked up, tenting their pants as the grinding moves of the suddenly near nude slim dark haired young teenage boy up on the stage got even steamier and more sexually explicit.

A pretty little red headed waiter wearing a lavender bracelet bounced up to them dressed in skin tight dark navy short pants.

His cute little boy shorts were SO damn short, they barely covered the curve of his generous and pert little compact bubble ass.

He was wearing rainbow suspenders and no top or shoes, and he looked to be sporting some very nice wood too.

On a name tag shaped and colored like a child’s size square building block was etched in Primary letters, CHAD

His perky bubble gum pink nipples were pebbling quite nicely as he gave a shy sly glance over to the stage, wet his bubble gum pink already glossy lips and then looking back to his customers, he bubbled, bouncing on his toes saying,

"Hi! I'm Chad! And I'll be your server tonight! Our House special for tonight is a platter of 35 hot wings and a 8 piece bucket of Corona! We also have our Speciality drinks available too on sale until 11pm. Here are your menu's Gentlemen, just let me know when you're ready to order, okay?! And, I'll be right back!"

And then he bounced away, leaving the tables occupants stunned, and a little more than aroused, despite their misgivings about feeling pervy.

But, not as shocked as to what was going on now down on the floor, in front of the wide stage.

CJ was egging Chance on, and the song was loud, lewd and alive and pumping through every cell. And, every aroused body in the house with a pulse was glued to the hot as hell entertainment.

"That's it baby boy!" Cooed CJ. "You go get your man Honey! DaHMN people! Just look at those killer moves my baby boy Chance has! DID I ALREADY MENTION HE PLACED NUMBER ONE OUT OF 200 OTHER OLDER TWINKS IN LA TOO AT THE GO GO BOOTY CAMP? WITH MOVES LIKE THAT! HELL YEAH! YOU GO BOI! Shake dat ass! You too blondie! DAHm! Now THAT LIL' BLOND baby's GOT BACK! Make's me wanna ride that pretty stallion! Gitty UP! BLONDIE! YA_HOO!"

My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard, and there like, it's better than yours, damn right it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I have to charge

Justin gasped out loud as Chance/Joey reached down with both small hands and grabbed him up and out of his chair, spinning him around so fast his head swam as he then grinded his black leather clad crotch against the shocked blond's own baby blue leather clad ass.

The teens slender, yet well defined arms went around Justin, grinding his crotch firmly up against the curve of Justin's ass as he slowly yet to the sultry beat of the music slid his hands up and then under the almost see through clingy azure blue sparkly material to toy with Justin's aching nipples, as the spotlight went dark blue, then misty blue, then faded, leaving a soft colorful light surrounding them only slightly brighter than their silhouettes.

Brian growled, Emmett gasped, Ted shakily downed his drink, and then quickly motioned Chad over for another one, and some ice water. He even thought briefly for asking for an ice pack for Ted Jr. NEVER had he been so aroused, for so long, so painfully.

Ben just re-adjusted his own erection as he fiddled with Michael's hardening nipples underneath his thin red shirt, and rubbed his fingers up and down the edge of Michael's hard jean covered cock, as he nibbled and blew on his lover's sensitive ear lobe.

Mikey wanted to crawl into his Husbands' lap, and grind his achingly hard erection against Ben's until they both showered cum everywhere.

But, after several dirty looks from Brian, and several jealous ones from Teddy and Em, he decided to just set put, and purr, and enjoy Ben's naughty petting of his cock and just enjoy the show, cause Damn! But those boys were hot!

Brian rolled his eyes at the two love sick lesbian twats, and then turned and watched Justin and Joey, and the surreal dark sinful show they were now putting on for everyone's pleasure, especially his.

'And', he thought ruefully, 'If his dick got any harder, he could strike a home run with it!'

'Also?,' he thought darkly, 'If that fuckin' DJ doesn't stop giving that little black haired leech ideas on how to seduce MY Justin, I'm gonna...' Suddenly Brian froze in mid thought.

'Fuck me. I don't even hardly know the kid, and now I'm claiming him as mine? Ohhkay, time for another beer.' And NO More 'Buffy The Vampire Slayer' re-runs for you!' He told himself firmly. 'You're turning into hair-gel boy.' He snorted as he imagined himself as the beautiful yet broody Angel.

Signalling for Chad, he quickly placed his order.

'This feels sooo damn good.' Thought Justin, as he let loose, and matched a pleasantly surprised Chance/Joey's every move for move, and twists and turns and dips the younger boy dished out, making sure to grind his crotch so hard against the little dark haired tease's leather clad cock, he was certain Justin Jr. would have rub burns come the morning!

Joey James was in heaven!

He'd had the BIGGEST crush on Justin Taylor, ever since his parents had taken him to Justin's High School play. It had been the first stage play that Joey had ever witnessed!

Justin Taylor had been a Freshman back then, and Joey had still been in middle school.

And, as soon as Joey became a Freshman, he too had joined the Drama Club as well as signed up for Drama class.

And, Joey had attended every art show the boy had been in as well. He even owned several of Justin's earlier pieces, that he was certain without a doubt, were worth even more now. But, he would never part with them, for it was like having a piece of Justin with him always.

All four years of his High School, he'd been that inspired by the beautiful and talented blond boy.

Although he really couldn't do art for shit himself, he was pretty talented with the computer, and he loved ways to promote things.

Still, when Joey had found out Justin had gone into Advertisement, landing an amazing coo position at such an early age by being offered work by one of the most successful Ad agencies in Pittsburgh and beyond, Joey sought out more information and soon, he too was now in the great Brian Kinney's rare yet difficult crash course class.

Thanks to Justin's awe inspiring talent, as well as Joey's own relentless drive for success, what once was a stuttering skinny shy wall flower of a boy, was now a well spoken, nicely shaped sexy and confident young man.

'A young man that was currently grinding Justin Taylor into a quivering mess of boy goo.' Joey thought naughtily.

And, as he bumped and grinded against his crush, Joey could smell the other man's heady spiked arousal, and as it made his own trapped cock twitch painfully, Joey could feel the pre cum slowly leaking down his aching balls, causing a loud moan to escape his lips.

'Time to turn up the heat' He thought as he drove Justin to want what he'd wanted for so damn long!

For 4 long years Justin Taylor had starred in every fantasy, every jack off session, and in every dream he'd ever had, and tonight? Joey was not leaving BOY TOY, until he'd had some of what his mouth had been watering for, even before he'd known without a doubt that he was gay.

Tonight, he was gonna give Justin Taylor such an amazing blow job, he'd make his knees buckle!

"GO BABY BOI GO! YEAH CHANCE, SHAKE THAT MONEY MAKER!" Screamed CJ. And as the music got nastier, so did the teen's sultry swinging hips and dirty steps as pounding beat slammed on.

Once you get involved, everyone will look this way-so, you must maintain your charm, same time maintain your halo, just get the perfect blend, plus what you have within, then next his eyes are squint, then he's picked up your scent,

Justin's eyes go near cross as suddenly Joey is in his face, rubbing up against him, dipping down, he's quickly licking a long wet stripe up from the throbbing pulse point in the hollow of his throat, to the edge of his sensual neck to the side of his face.

Nipping him sharply on his chin, Justin sucks in a breath and as he smells the boy's arousal, his cock goes into hyper drive and now they are trying to grind each other into dust as two pair of slim hips are hotly slamming, and then sliding up and down and around, back and forth to the filthy beat, as their feet, arms, and legs are so close, even light cannot shine through. It just covers them like a misty blanket.

lala-lalala, warm it up, lala-lalala, the boys are waiting,

Spinning Justin around once more, Joey's front now is at Justin's back, the move as one, swaying, bumping, in tandem and he takes full advantage as he softly sings so that only Justin can hear him the last stanza of the sultry suggestive song,

My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard, and there like, it's better than yours, damn right, it's better than yours, I can teach you, but I'd have to charge...

Leaning into Justin, Joey whispers, as he slowly dances the older boy back to the seat where he'd first grabbed him up saying softly as he turns and leans way down so he can look into Justin's lust filled dark blue eyes,

"There's a 30 minute intermission before the next show. Meet me in the Playroom in 10 minutes! I've got to taste you! Okay? Please say yes Justin! PLEASE" He pleads, looking intently and deeply into Justin's shocked and obviously aroused face.

"AND THAT WAS CHANCE RIVER'S EVERYONE! LET'S GIVE HIM A ROUND OF APPLAUSE!"

With one last pleading look, Joey James became Chance Rivers as he schooled his features, and he then sent a sexy wave, blowing hot little kisses and sending a small smirk at the cheering audience.

Sauntering confidently up the stairs, and back onto the stage, Chance began quickly gathering his discarded clothing, making sure to bend over just enough, to give them all yet one last peek of his luscious curvy backside.

Bowing quickly, he exited to the back.

The large black velvet curtain closed and all was quiet, as the eager crowd anxiously awaited the next performer.

CJ's sultry Berry White voice once again filled the air as he said,

"Okay boys, that was a good start. We'll have a 30 minute intermission, and then our next performance by, DEVON BELL! Now you boys be sure and take advantage of our food and drink specials, and feel free to shake it up on our dance floor, get rid of all that pent up frustrations! HA! BUT, remember, if you go into the Playroom, no glove, no love! Okay, enough preaching, lets par-TAY!"He yells.

Soon the beginning of a popular Usher song was jamming, and as the dance floor filled up quickly, so did the Playroom.

Justin just sat there, stunned.

Justin Jr. was now so hard, he was afraid to get up, for fear of blowing his load in his pants!

Damn but that Joey was one hot kid!

Looking around, he blanched as he saw just WHO Emmett's friend was.

'Okay, that was it'. Justin thought as he wondered, Was the man stalking him? He seriously contemplated this possibility as he watched through his long lashes as Brian Kinney just as casually watched him, watching him.

And, when the older man turned up the corner of his mouth and touched the neck of his beer bottle to his forehead and smirked a salute, Justin blushed and quickly lowered his eyes.

'Hmm,' He thought evily, 'only one way to find out.'

Getting up, he winced as the tight baby blue leather pants rubbed and pinched and pulled at his poor cock as he forced himself to try something different.

He'd never been in a place like BOY TOY ever.

And, he really was curious about the much talked about backroom called the Playroom.

With a split decision to meet the boy, walking carefully over to the bar, he decides to have some liquid courage, and as he orders himself something different, the bartender gives him an evil grin.

Shaking his head, looking anything but, he says, "Sorry Mr. Taylor, but you've been cut off."

"Cut, what, huh? HOW!" Justin all but splutters angrily as he feels his face growing warm with embarrassment.

"Why by the assistant manager of Boy Toy of course." Purrs the bartender with obvious glee at his sudden discomfort.

At Justin's wide-eyed confused look, the man titters, "Why Mr. Taylor, I'm surprised. You mean to tell me that you've just danced a very sexy and suggestive dance I might add, with our young man, and he didn't even introduce himself, or his position? Hmm, I'll have to get onto Chance about that."

"Joey, er Ch, Chance is the new assistant manager here, at Boy Toy?" Justin squeaks as he stutters.

Looking at him as if he were speaking with a very slow child, the bartender said evenly and very slowly, "Yes...That's correct Mr. Taylor. You...were doing the bump and grind with our newest member of the Boy Toy management team, our very own Joey James, AkA Chance Rivers. The kid is an advertising genius! In fact, Boy Toy INC. is paying for his extra classes as well as all 4 years of his College education. He's a real find, and LA wants him bad, but he's ours!" Croons the bartender proudly.

"Okay, ENOUGH! Please, stop bragging about me already, yeesh!" Says Joey playfully, now standing there dressed once again in his sexy playground primary blue outfit.

Smiling as he walks up and puts his arms around Justin's slim baby blue leather clad waist in a possessive, 'hands off' move as he flashes the amused bartender a dirty look and warning.

Nuzzling the aroused man's ear lobe, he whispers, "Hey, where were you? 10 minutes was 5 minutes ago." He snickers softly.

Smiling a cold smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Justin leaned back, then leaned in nuzzling Joey's lobe, as Justin suddenly was nipping it sharply, causing the younger boy to yelp, Justin growled, "Rule number one, DO not ever tell ME what to do cupcake. Rule number two, I'll drink, WHAT I WANT, WHEN I WANT, HOW I WANT, AND WHERE I WANT. RULE NUMBER THREE, I AM IN CHARGE OF ME, NOT YOU, NOR ANYONE ELSE. IF YOU CAN FOLLOW MY THREE simple rules Joey, then we're going to get along, just fine. Now, get this bastard of a bartender to fix me a lemon drop shot, and I believe someone had mentioned wanting a 'taste of Taylor' hmm? If that good little nasty boy is still here, what say me and him go to check out this Playground, eh?"

Justin finished saying with a soft purr, licking now on the abused flesh.

Joey felt his eyes roll back, as the things Justin fucking Taylor was now doing to his ear lobe caused the pleasure to radiate down to his toes and bounce along his cock.

Looking almost cross eyed at the smirking bartender, Joey squeaked, "Um, Mr. Taylor's ah ban is now, getting off, I mean coming, off, oh shit! I meant to say, um, his drink ban has been lifted."

The bartender arched a fine drawn on brow as Joey said, whimpering and squirming, "Please offer Mr. Taylor any drink of his choice on the house, the rest of the evening, oh, oh god, and, um, and I give him my, er, managements sincere apology of a misjudgement, and kindly fix Mr. Taylor a lemon drop shot, now!" He all but panted eagerly.

As the bartender expertly designed the popular shot, his mouth dropped open as Justin took one of the cool lemon slices and dipped it into HIS sugar cup, then pushing the blue clad lad's neck to the side, he slid his long wet tongue seductively up to Joey's ear lobe, and then trailed the icy sugary lemon slice right up after, and then down to his chest and nipples.

Smirking at them both, he placed the shot onto Joey's shaking palm, and grinning a nasty smile, he whispered, "IF you dare to drop a drop, you won't be getting a drop, little boy, got it?" Joey barely moved but found a way to show he understood by lifting his lips in a tiny pained grin.

Satisfied, Justin began to slowly move his lips over the boys sweet soft skin.

Licking the sugar off the boy's hardening dusky pink nipples and his panting chest, and all the way up to his lobe, Justin nipped it again and then sliding his tongue all the way down Joeys trembling arm to his palm holding the shot.

Tipping the small shot glass, with his tongue as he grabbed it gently with his mouth hands free, Justin tipped back his head sharply, drinking it all down in one gulp.

Joey's pupils were so dilated with lust, Justin seriously doubted the poor boy could find his way out of a wet paper bag, let alone into a sexual romp room.

Slamming the empty shot glass back down onto the smooth Plexiglas bar with a satisfied smirk, he waved at the amused yet slightly concerned bartender, as he steered his young charge to the Playroom to begin the boys obviously lacking first lessons in debauchery.

Stopping just outside a large room, Joey eagerly kisses Justin, running his hot tongue softly yet firmly against the curves of Justin's sexy pink lips, demanding entry inside the enticing cavern. Patiently amused, Justin allows him a brief entrance.

Feeling a slight buzz of the lingering flavor of alcohol laced sweetened lemon, Joey decided he really couldn't wait to turn 21, so he too could experience that particular drink.

Grinning at Justin, he grabs his hand as he pulls him inside, deeper and deeper until they come to a very large adult sized swing.

Pushing Justin playfully back to sit down in it, Justin sighs as his back hits the soft cushiony material.

With a sexy grin, he fumbles with his belt, only to be halted by Joey's hands as he softly says,

"Justin, I have been waiting forever to be with you like this, can we take our time please? I want to savor every moment, and enjoy every drop." He adds, licking his lips lewdly leaving no question as to just what it was he wanted to drink.

Justin moans loudly as Justin Jr. finds air. And then he moans even louder as Joeys sweet and hot teen mouth wrap softly around the head of his throbbing cock, teasing him with his tongue tip.

Running his fingers through Joey's ebony curls, he smiles at the feelings of the silky hair and silky lips dancing and sliding through his fingers and softly moving on his cock crown.

Tipping his head back he arches his back and looking down in shock as Joey grins around his thick shaft, Justin's balls now bouncing lightly against his chin. 'Damn! The boy sure could suck a mean dick!' Justin thought as he eyes went crossed.

His blond brows drew together in a frown as the ringing of his cell halted his impending orgasm.

Untangling his hands from Joey's thick dark mane, Justin barked in a deep lust filled voice as he bit down mentally to curb his aching need to cum. "WHO EVER THIS IS? IT BETTER FUCKIN' BE GOOD!"

Brian had watched red eyed hazed, and lustfully glazed eyes as Justin and Joey had given yet another floor show before retreating to the playroom.

Ignoring his friend's concerned voices, he had quickly sought out the hottest, most sought after cutest boy in the room, wasting no time at all chatting him up, pleased to see that his former Stud of Liberty Avenue status still had clout, even if it was with a kid young enough to be one of his students.

Grabbing Aaron by the arm, he firmly yet gently led the beautiful blond boy toward the back and pushed him into the Playroom.

Aaron Eros was in heaven! Heaven! Not only had they brought the house down earlier, as well as hit record sales with tonight’s crowd, but? Holy condoms Batman! He, 19 year old Aaron Eros was about to go down on a legend, THE FUCKIN' STUD OF LIBERTY AVENUE! THE GUY that any guy, young or old would die to just have him notice them, wow, Brian Kinney wanted HIM, little used to be a geek Aaron Eros to give him a blowjob! 'Holy crap, life just does NOT get better, and more fuckin' sweet than this!' He crowed in his mind dreamily, as he fell gracefully to his knees, and stared hungrily in star struck awe at the enormous famous flesh organ his mouth was about to play.

Over the enthusiastic moans and tiny whimpers and soft licking and sucking noises of the young boys sexy full lips now servicing his throbbing cock, Brian thought he'd heard the "voice!' Demanding something.

Straining his ears to listen, he glared down at the blond beauty doing his best to suck his nut sac out through his dick tip, as he popped the boy playfully yet firmly on top of his silky white-blond head, admonishing gently, yet loud enough for his voice to carry as he says, "Hey Hoover, easy now baby boy, we've got alll night, take your time, enjoy it, nibble on it, suck it nice and slow, yeah, mmm, yeah, that's it. Are you having fun? I know I am, you sexy, sexy boy."

Justin paused in mid kiss as he froze when he swears he's now hearing 'that voice' The voice from his cell phone conversation the day Daphne left!

'Oh, my God! That guy is here, he's somewhere in HERE!!' His mind cheered. Trying to bat Joey away, he strained his hearing, blushing as he shamelessly hears,

"That's it my little blond angel, suck that big fat dick, mmm, baby, you're good at this, oh, yeah baby boy, take it all! OHGH! FUCK YEAH! EAT ME!" Screams the 'voice'. Now panting.

Then Justin frowns with unreasonable jealously as he hears, "OH MY GOD, Mr. mmmbgjm,,"

Justin's brow knits in curiosity as he wonders just who was the lucky boy with the 'voice' the obviously younger boy had been him sucking off, so why then did the man shush him, by placing his hand over his mouth?

Joey, who had recognised that slut Aaron's voice, frowned as he watched Justin's reactions to it. 'Did Justin want Aaron instead?' He wondered sadly.

Determined to take CJ's sage advice and 'get his man' Joey decided to literally take matters like Justin Taylor's big fat cock into his own small hands and blow the man stupid!'

“OH...SHIT! JO, E, CHANCE!" Squeaked Justin as Joey deep throated him from the tip of Justin Jr. to the base of his full and heavy balls.

Then, as the boy popped Justin's wet cock out of his mouth with a little *plop* Justin roared with pleasure as the dark haired little minx parted his cheeks, and began eating his twitching hole with gusto.

"HELL YEAH! OH, YEAH YOU LITTLE BITCH! EAT THAT ASS! SUCK MY COCK! FUCK YEAH! DO. IT!" Barked Justin in a voice that brooked no argument and Joey was half tempted to salute the man, but one look into Justin's intensely serious blue eyes, and he squelched that thought.

Brian moaned as he heard that 'voice' the one that had kept him awake and hard. The one he'd imagined fucking raw and stupid, with his 9 and 1/2 inch fat cock rammed down that sarcastic sexy throat.

"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSS" He screamed out, as he filled the phantom throat of the 'voice' in his fantasy, while in reality, he covered poor little Aaron Eros's sweet little elfin face and slender chest with his large milky load as it spilled out of the boys small pink cupids bow mouth, spewing everywhere.

Looking down at the silky white crown, he is slowly coming off of his cum drenched high as he watches the boy slowly licking them both clean like a contented slender blond cat.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he decides to take a peek, knowing first, he'd have to get his little blond sperm receptacle out of the way first.

Smiling down and patting him on his head, Brian purrs, "Aaron honey, would you go and get us something to wash off with, oh, and get me a cold glass of ice water too, hmm, my sweet?"

Nodding quickly, the boy dresses in record speed, and rushes off.

Stealthily, Brian peers around the corner at the swings. But, all he sees is Justin's blond head, and Joey’s busy mouth on the blond's rather impressive cock.

Frowning, he goes back to where he was, only rushing back to the corner leading to the swings as he hears,

"BITCH! DID I TELL YOU, YOU COULD STOP! YOU GET YOUR SWEET TEEN ASS BACK DOWN THERE, AND MAKE ME CUM! NOW!" Barks that impressive hot and sexy buttery whiskey voice.

Frowning when all he sees is timid Justin Taylor and his dark haired Boy Toy Adonis, he grins an evil grin as a thought suddenly occurs to him.

Deftly fishing out his cell, he slides over to the edge of the swing room, as his finger hits a button.

Both Justin and Joey glare at the offensive object. "BRRIINNG, BBBBBBRING!"

In mid suck, Joey is holding Justin's rapidly wilting dick, as he asks, "Well, aren't you gonna fucking answer it then?"

Thinking it a fluke, Brian goes back to a corner and dials the number again. This time he knows for sure as his mystery voice, also known as Justin Taylor, a very pissed off Justin Taylor answers the phone growling, "LISTEN UP! YOU IRRITATING FUCK! YOU HAVE ABOUT 2 SECONDS TO FUCKING TELL ME JUST WHAT IN THE FUCK YOU WANT, YOU RUDE MOTHER FUCKER!" He barks in such a take charge voice, Brian's formally flaccid cock was now full, hard and smacking against his stomach, leaking pre cum and thrumming with need as every sexy syllable out of the boys hot little mouth was spat.

Snickering softly, he had to bite down hard on his lip as Justin screamed, "WHAT!"

Coughing politely, then he purred in his best snaky ‘Spike the Master Vampire’ voice, "Oi mate!, xcuse me, I'm, hey! Were you busy or somat? Heh, gettin' yer leg over eh? You some kinda poof mate? Not that I mind, jes, ya know, I was just inquiring to you're odd ad mate! You still needin' a roommate then, and do you really like cats?"

As the phone is rudely clicked shut, he broadly grins as he hears Joey say, "Justin? What's the matter? Who was that on the phone that made you so mad? Justin? Justin! Where are you going! JUSTIN!" Joey all but whined pitifully.

"I'm going to go and have a damn drink, dear. ALONE!" Justin growled.

And, as he sees the blond whirlwind storming past, he snickers gleefully thinking,

'Oh yeah, I got your number Justin Taylor, and I can hardly wait to use it too!'