New Fic: First Time for Everything (6/10): NC-17: B/J
Before I get into the fic, I'd like to send a very belated thank you to all the folks that sent me love at the QAF love meme a few weeks back. I'm sometimes out of the loop on these things, so apologies for the late response, but I want you guys to know how much it means to me and how much I truly appreciated it. It's that kind of generosity of words that makes me feel lucky to be part of this little online world :) Kudos to sanami276 for initiating it!
So, okay... on to the fic! Enough with the sneak peeks, here's the real thing :)
In the spirit of the love meme, I'd like to dedicate this fic to everyone that's stuck with me and is still out there reading. And of course many special thanks to Gio for being the awesome artist that she is and for making me this super hot icon :X
Title: First Time for Everything
Chapter: 6/10
Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Justin's POV : NC-17 for coarse language and explicit sex : Set in mid Season 1
Premise: Series fic based on paddies request for "the fic of my dreams".
Read her full request.
Author's Notes: For frame of reference, I based the baths on the ones that Brian took over for the new Kinnetic offices - the Everhard Spa.
This is the sixth installment: #6 First orgy
First Time for Everything - Part 6
It's dark - that's the first thing you notice. And then you take a breath, and the smell takes you over... your nose fills with the scent of sweat and come and a sharp antiseptic that reminds you of the boy's locker room at high school. But you push that image from your mind - this isn't St. James, far from it.
Brian's hand is firm in the small of your back, and you don't know if you're moving forward of your own volition or if it's the gentle push he's giving you that's compelling you to take step after step down the dank hallway. All you know is your bare feet are treading lightly on the cool concrete and lead you deeper into this unfamiliar territory.
"Don't be nervous," his voice is uncharacteristically soft at your temple, lips straying to kiss your hair and nip at the soft curve of your ear.
You feel anxious at the words and turn to face him quickly. "I'm not," you say instinctively, swallowing hard to still the flutter in your stomach, wiping your damp palm on your towel-clad thigh.
You want to take it all in, but it's too much - you're inundated with the visions you catch the in the corner of your eyes as you pass the small rooms, doors open to the hallway, each filled with glimpses of cock and ass, fucking and sucking, exposed skin and flushed faces.
Your dick is beyond hard, tenting the thin white towel tied around your waist, and you're definitely turned on, but you have no urge to participate, not yet, not now, not with the unfamiliar faces that line the halls. The edge of anxiousness that creeps around your stomach both encourages and distracts you from sex.
Near the end of the hallway you see a sign labeled "Steam Room" stuck to a glass brick wall, and Brian guides you around the corner and into the room. Senses on fire, faced with an explosion of pornography - the sounds of sex echoing against the concrete walls, filling your head, your eyes clouded with the sight of what seems like a hundred men fucking. You stop in your tracks, can't walk any further, you're stunned with the sight of it. It's not like the backroom, where dark corners and mostly clothed bodies somehow help to maintain a sense of decorum and modesty, fucked up as it may be. Here - at the baths - everything is out in the open. People aren't just watching, they're looking to participate. The party belongs to everyone. It feels different. Open and unifying and freeing. Shameless and provocative and exhilarating. You can't help but stare at the faces and acts surrounding you.
You feel Brian at your back, and he reaches around your waist to cover your cock through your towel with his fingers. You jump at the feeling... you didn't realize how sensitive you were, how tense aroused excited scared and when he runs his thumb across the leaking head of your dick, the buzz of fabric tickling you, you shiver and close your eyes and step back against him.
"You like," he says, not a question.
You suck in a sharp breath and pry your eyes open again to take in the scene. "I... it's..." you start to say, then lose your words and lean your head back against his warm chest and try to take it all in.
You wish you could draw it, feel the intense desire to put pencil to paper, to sketch the writhing mass of bodies, to capture each detail and movement, to bask this world in a shallow hue of pale blue light. You close your eyes to dampen the sensory overload and listen instead... hear the chorus of men fucking and coming, the slap of skin on skin as asses are pounded and spanked. And you feel... the warm air in the room coating your bare skin, the solid curve of Brian's chest pressed against your back, his cock hard and insistent against your ass, his hand stroking your dick through the towel.
His fingers move to your hip and release the towel tied around your waist - you can't help it and flinch, moving to cover yourself as the towel falls to your ankles. Your hand brushes his as he strokes your cock and you feel suddenly so exposed, so out there, naked in this room full of staring men. You know your insecurity is unfounded as they're all naked too, and you're staring back, but you can't help the discomfort that floods your stomach as all eyes in the room seemingly turn to you.
Brian notices and takes your wrist in his hand, turning you around to face him, your hard cock brushing against his thigh as you stand in front of him.
"Wanna go?" he asks, but you can see the grin playing on his lips. He knows you don't want to leave; he's just teasing and proves it with his smile, as you shake your head no.
"C'mere," he says and pulls you into his embrace, his towel falling to the ground too. He kisses you hard, his hands on your biceps, pressing against you, capturing your dicks between your bellies, slick and pushing together hotly. The kiss is long and deep and for moments you don't really think about anything else, about the room around you, about the other people there... you don't think about any of them until you feel the soft brush down your back.
You jump at the touch, but Brian squeezes your biceps and breathes against your mouth. "S'ok," he says and you know that this is part of it too.
A brush of lips on your spine, a tongue sliding along each vertebra in your back... your heart thumps hard in your chest as a mouth licks at your skin, sucking softly, edging further towards your ass, licking at the hard ridge of your tailbone. You feel a puff of breath against your face and feel a brush of fingers between your bodies - know someone is gripping Brian's thighs, doing the same to him, pushing their face into his crack, and then you suck in a breath and squeeze your fingers around Brian's waist as a tongue slides along the curve of your ass.
Your ass cheeks are pried apart with warm thumbs and you fight the urge to turn around and see the face of the person about to rim you. To see if they are old or young, tall or short, what colour hair or eyes or what build they have... but your head swims and you realize it doesn't matter here. Outside of this place you'll remember every face you've fucked. In here... that's not what it's about.
Kisses bury in the tender inside of your ass cheeks, the tickle-scratch of a beard contrasting against smooth lips and you shiver in anticipation of the touch, of the lick, of the... and then it's there, an unknown tongue working it's way into your ass, and you drop your forehead against Brian's chest, feel your cock throb against his pubes, his own pushed into your belly, wet, and you look up at him, see his closed eyes and open mouth, head tilted back as he gives into his own pleasure.
You feel let in on something secret with him, to see his expression this close, to watch every twitch of his brow, every swipe of his tongue across dry lips as he sucks in each sharp breath... now you know what he looks like when you're sucking his cock or tonguing his hole. Now you'll always have this image in your head and you'll want nothing more than to make him look like this always.
You bite your bottom lip and fleetingly wonder what your own face looks like as the tongue licking your hole starts to make your stomach quiver and the base of your spine tingle and your cock drip. It all feels so fucking good, and to know that Brian's feeling the same things too, sharing this sensation with you, is heady and breathtaking. You drag your fingers down his slack cheek and he opens his eyes slowly, focusing on your face, then cups your chin and kisses you hard, teeth mashing the inside of your bottom lip, his breath pushing up your nose, hips humping you, pressing his dick into your skin, pushing against you to heighten your own sensation.
Another hand on your hip - not Brian's, his fingers are gently cupping your face and tightly wrapped up in your hair, twisting strands and pulling in a way that aches deliciously. Not the trick behind you, mouth now alternating between light suction and tender tongue kisses on your hole, both hands pulling your cheeks open and exposed for every man in the room to see what he's doing.
No, another hand, followed by a mouth, kissing your hip, kissing between your and Brian's hips, easing your thighs apart, trying to break the tight closeness between you. You resist - you want nothing to come between you - but Brian complies, edging his hips back from yours, cool air touching at your damp skin. You try to protest, but he doesn't release your mouth, pulls your tongue between his lips and sucks it gently, and you hear his silent assurance and so you stop resisting, taking a step back as well.
Your cocks are gripped together and pulled to the side, so you turn to follow, feel the mouth at your ass break connection for a moment and you clench your hole and feel wet and slick and achy to be filled. Brian pulls away from your mouth, his breath catching, and he leans his forehead against your temple, fingers still tight in your hair, his other hand draping across your shoulder. The tension is released for a moment and you take a deep breath, feel it leave your lungs with a tremor, and put your hand on Brian's arm, holding onto him tightly, feeling as though you might crumple to the ground without his support.
You both look to the guy at your feet, your heads leaning against one another, watching as he strokes your cocks together, his hands wrapped around them tightly, staring intently as they slide through his palms. He sits up and opens his mouth and flicks his tongue across Brian's dick head, then yours and you moan and Brian grunts and then each of you sigh as he takes you both completely into his mouth. You admire his talent and struggle to keep your fluttering eyelids open to watch him pull your dicks between his wide lips, fingers slicking your shafts with spit, tongue edging along the underside of your cocks.
Someone else steps in to the small circle forming around you, falls to his knees behind the cocksucker, puts a hand on his shoulder and rolls on a condom with two fingers. A scene plays out before you, like a porn movie just for you and Brian, and when the guy sucking your dicks is penetrated, he groans in his throat, sending a vibration up your spine and making Brian squeeze your shoulder. As he's fucked, he's pushed forward and your cocks slide further between his lips and it's divine, heavenly, until it gets too much for him and he lets your dicks fall from his mouth, saliva and pre-come dripping down his chin.
You scan the room and see fucking everywhere, feel a touch on your ass again, the same guy come back to rim you again, maybe another one ready to eat you out. Brian's fingers curl up against the back of your neck and he watches you until your eyes roll back in your head as the tongue makes contact with your hole again. But it's not enough this time, you want more, need more. Don't want delicate prodding, need hard fucking.
You kiss Brian hard, pulling his tongue into your mouth and sucking it softly. You reach for his cock and stroke him slowly, feel him hot and wet beneath your grip and know there must be condoms here somewhere, you just wish you had one in your hand right now to roll it on him.
You break the kiss and pant against his face, rolling waves of desire pushing through you, and you clench your hole over and over as you're being eaten out. It feels amazing, but...
"Fuck me," you say to Brian, looking up at him with desperate eyes. His cock jerks in your grip and you put more pressure on him, holding him tightly and letting him fuck your hand with his hips.
He takes your hand off his cock, weaving your fingers between his, and pulls you against a bare stretch of wall, taking a condom and packet of lube from a half-full basket perched on the seating ledge beside you.
He leans back against the concrete and pulls you against his body, kissing you and slipping the condom into your hand. You take it easily, not waiting for instruction, tearing it open and slicking it on his hard dick. You expect he's going to switch places with you and press you face first into the concrete to fuck you, but instead he takes both your wrists in his and twists your arms up over your head, forcing you to turn around to face the room. He holds both your hands against your chest with one of his, pressing you back against his body tightly, and you feel trapped and vulnerable but in a way you kind of like.
You hear him tear off the top of the lube with his teeth, then feel the slick wetness as he squirts it on your ass. Your bodies are pressed together and you know he can't see what he's doing, and so most of the lube drips down your balls and between your thighs and you love how wet and sticky and messy it feels. He fumbles at your hole, slipping his dick around in the lube, coating him and you and then you feel a push in. It's not much, the angle is wrong, but he pulls you up against his body, leaning back against the wall as leverage to haul you up.
Your feet nearly leave the ground and he impales you on his cock, the angle now perfect for him to slide into your slick, ready hole, pushing in quickly and completely and you bite your bottom lip, your toes tingling and numb as he settles you back on the ground, ass now full of his cock. You feel off balance and lift your foot onto the ledge beside you, pulling one of your arms free to hold onto his forearm stretched across your chest, almost struggling to maintain your footing, afraid you're going to fall over.
"Relax," he says into your ear. "I've got you. It's okay."
And his voice is so even and calm and you trust him implicitly, and so you do relax, taking a deep breath and giving your body over to him. You let him hold you up, and feel his thumb stroking the back of your hand across your chest, and you reach back to stroke your free hand through this hair. You concentrate on the delicious feeling of fullness, of the sense of penetration that you'd been craving.
He kisses your ear, then licks all along the soft shell. "There," he says, starting a slow thrust inside you, making your chin drop open and your head fall back onto his shoulder. "Now just let it happen."
So you do let it happen, let Brian fuck you here, exposed and open and on show for all to see. You're completely on display, body stretched out against Brian's, legs spread and cock hard and bouncing as Brian fucks your ass slowly, drawing it out and kissing the side of your face, your shoulder, your neck.
A twink emerges from a dark corner and shyly approaches you; you're a little nervous, so open and exposed, and he eyes your body, then touches you softly, his palms cool and damp on your hot skin. An older man joins him, kissing his shoulder, then covers the twink's hands with his own, following his fingers as they trace over your nipples, down the center of your chest, along your and Brian's entwined arms holding you back against his body.
He brings his face your pierced nipple and pulls it into his mouth and you arch up into him, against your will. You can't help it, your tit is sensitive since you got it pierced and you love having it played with and fondled.
The two in front of you fall to their knees and one takes your cock between his lips, the other pushes your legs open even wider and slides between them to suck your balls into his mouth. You can't tell who is doing what and you don't care... you're helpless to control what happens to you here, and you suddenly understand what Brian meant - you relinquish any nervousness and fear and give yourself completely over to the experience. Let your body be manipulated by others, let them guide you to pleasure and take you over the edge.
Brian's fingers take over pulling at your nipple ring, slipping his finger in your wet skin, and sliding his pinky through the ring. He tugs on it and drives his cock inside you hard at the same time, pushing your dick forward into the willing mouth at your feet. You feel someone take your hand from Brian's hair and pull your fingers between wet lips, licking in the soft spot between your knuckles and it's a wholly new and unique feeling and then another mouth comes to suck on your exposed throat, and hands are stroking the inside of your thighs and a soft tongue licks and pulls at your balls and pernieum and you don't even know how many men are pleasuring you anymore, you can't even count the sensations...
Brian puts his hand on your chin and twists your face to his and he kisses you hard, warm air pushing across your face, mouth swollen and wet on yours and you feel him groan as much as hear him... he bites your bottom lip and yanks on your tit and constricts your breathing with his arm tight across your chest and the guy sucking your dick pulls you to the back of his throat and the sensations together all collide and make you come quickly and hard, shooting into the willing mouth, seemingly every inch of your skin caressed by tongues or lips or even just wet, damp air... you feel stretched and pulled apart at the seams, heart screaming in your chest, skin on fire and stars sprinkling behind your eyes.
A few more thrusts and Brian comes inside you and it kicks off a few last shuddering spasms in your body. He eases you back to steady ground and slides out of you, the remaining guys leaving you now, off to satisfy themselves with another playmate.
"Fuck, Brian," your knees are shaking and your skin feels sticky and raw and tender and your cock and ass are too sensitive, overloaded... your lips are swollen and sore, chest red and patchy and you're completely spent.
"I think I'm ready to go home now," you say and he nods, taking your hand in his and leading you back through where you came in.
So you get home - not your new home at Deb's, but the loft - and Brian strips off his clothes and you do the same. You stumble into the shower, following him, desperate to feel clean skin again.
He fills his palm with shampoo and rubs it into your scalp, fingers massaging your head and making you sleepy. You're overwhelmed from everything you saw and everything you did and everything that was done to you and run over the sequence of events in your head, over and over. You don't want to forget this experience.
He pulls you under the spray and rinses your hair and you keep your eyes closed, leaning up against the glass wall, and letting the hot water wash down your back. He soaps a soft sponge and drags it across your skin, touching every inch of you in a way that's not really sexual, but instead gentle and caring. You let him take care of you because you feel like he wants to - or maybe even needs to. You don't know that you've ever felt that from him before.
You don't say anything, just take his advice from before and let it happen, let him continue his careful exploration of your body, following the rivulets of soap as they glide down your skin.
"It was okay tonight?" he asks. His voice is soft in the warm air.
"Yeah," you say, your voice barely a whisper, and he pulls you into a kiss. There's nothing more to say and you know that's all he really needs to hear - you can tell him the rest with kisses and caresses and quiet affection. You know how to talk to him now, without saying a word.
Of all the things you learned tonight, you think that was the most important.
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So, okay... on to the fic! Enough with the sneak peeks, here's the real thing :)
In the spirit of the love meme, I'd like to dedicate this fic to everyone that's stuck with me and is still out there reading. And of course many special thanks to Gio for being the awesome artist that she is and for making me this super hot icon :X
Title: First Time for Everything
Chapter: 6/10
Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Justin's POV : NC-17 for coarse language and explicit sex : Set in mid Season 1
Premise: Series fic based on paddies request for "the fic of my dreams".
Read her full request.
Author's Notes: For frame of reference, I based the baths on the ones that Brian took over for the new Kinnetic offices - the Everhard Spa.
This is the sixth installment: #6 First orgy
First Time for Everything - Part 6
It's dark - that's the first thing you notice. And then you take a breath, and the smell takes you over... your nose fills with the scent of sweat and come and a sharp antiseptic that reminds you of the boy's locker room at high school. But you push that image from your mind - this isn't St. James, far from it.
Brian's hand is firm in the small of your back, and you don't know if you're moving forward of your own volition or if it's the gentle push he's giving you that's compelling you to take step after step down the dank hallway. All you know is your bare feet are treading lightly on the cool concrete and lead you deeper into this unfamiliar territory.
"Don't be nervous," his voice is uncharacteristically soft at your temple, lips straying to kiss your hair and nip at the soft curve of your ear.
You feel anxious at the words and turn to face him quickly. "I'm not," you say instinctively, swallowing hard to still the flutter in your stomach, wiping your damp palm on your towel-clad thigh.
You want to take it all in, but it's too much - you're inundated with the visions you catch the in the corner of your eyes as you pass the small rooms, doors open to the hallway, each filled with glimpses of cock and ass, fucking and sucking, exposed skin and flushed faces.
Your dick is beyond hard, tenting the thin white towel tied around your waist, and you're definitely turned on, but you have no urge to participate, not yet, not now, not with the unfamiliar faces that line the halls. The edge of anxiousness that creeps around your stomach both encourages and distracts you from sex.
Near the end of the hallway you see a sign labeled "Steam Room" stuck to a glass brick wall, and Brian guides you around the corner and into the room. Senses on fire, faced with an explosion of pornography - the sounds of sex echoing against the concrete walls, filling your head, your eyes clouded with the sight of what seems like a hundred men fucking. You stop in your tracks, can't walk any further, you're stunned with the sight of it. It's not like the backroom, where dark corners and mostly clothed bodies somehow help to maintain a sense of decorum and modesty, fucked up as it may be. Here - at the baths - everything is out in the open. People aren't just watching, they're looking to participate. The party belongs to everyone. It feels different. Open and unifying and freeing. Shameless and provocative and exhilarating. You can't help but stare at the faces and acts surrounding you.
You feel Brian at your back, and he reaches around your waist to cover your cock through your towel with his fingers. You jump at the feeling... you didn't realize how sensitive you were, how tense aroused excited scared and when he runs his thumb across the leaking head of your dick, the buzz of fabric tickling you, you shiver and close your eyes and step back against him.
"You like," he says, not a question.
You suck in a sharp breath and pry your eyes open again to take in the scene. "I... it's..." you start to say, then lose your words and lean your head back against his warm chest and try to take it all in.
You wish you could draw it, feel the intense desire to put pencil to paper, to sketch the writhing mass of bodies, to capture each detail and movement, to bask this world in a shallow hue of pale blue light. You close your eyes to dampen the sensory overload and listen instead... hear the chorus of men fucking and coming, the slap of skin on skin as asses are pounded and spanked. And you feel... the warm air in the room coating your bare skin, the solid curve of Brian's chest pressed against your back, his cock hard and insistent against your ass, his hand stroking your dick through the towel.
His fingers move to your hip and release the towel tied around your waist - you can't help it and flinch, moving to cover yourself as the towel falls to your ankles. Your hand brushes his as he strokes your cock and you feel suddenly so exposed, so out there, naked in this room full of staring men. You know your insecurity is unfounded as they're all naked too, and you're staring back, but you can't help the discomfort that floods your stomach as all eyes in the room seemingly turn to you.
Brian notices and takes your wrist in his hand, turning you around to face him, your hard cock brushing against his thigh as you stand in front of him.
"Wanna go?" he asks, but you can see the grin playing on his lips. He knows you don't want to leave; he's just teasing and proves it with his smile, as you shake your head no.
"C'mere," he says and pulls you into his embrace, his towel falling to the ground too. He kisses you hard, his hands on your biceps, pressing against you, capturing your dicks between your bellies, slick and pushing together hotly. The kiss is long and deep and for moments you don't really think about anything else, about the room around you, about the other people there... you don't think about any of them until you feel the soft brush down your back.
You jump at the touch, but Brian squeezes your biceps and breathes against your mouth. "S'ok," he says and you know that this is part of it too.
A brush of lips on your spine, a tongue sliding along each vertebra in your back... your heart thumps hard in your chest as a mouth licks at your skin, sucking softly, edging further towards your ass, licking at the hard ridge of your tailbone. You feel a puff of breath against your face and feel a brush of fingers between your bodies - know someone is gripping Brian's thighs, doing the same to him, pushing their face into his crack, and then you suck in a breath and squeeze your fingers around Brian's waist as a tongue slides along the curve of your ass.
Your ass cheeks are pried apart with warm thumbs and you fight the urge to turn around and see the face of the person about to rim you. To see if they are old or young, tall or short, what colour hair or eyes or what build they have... but your head swims and you realize it doesn't matter here. Outside of this place you'll remember every face you've fucked. In here... that's not what it's about.
Kisses bury in the tender inside of your ass cheeks, the tickle-scratch of a beard contrasting against smooth lips and you shiver in anticipation of the touch, of the lick, of the... and then it's there, an unknown tongue working it's way into your ass, and you drop your forehead against Brian's chest, feel your cock throb against his pubes, his own pushed into your belly, wet, and you look up at him, see his closed eyes and open mouth, head tilted back as he gives into his own pleasure.
You feel let in on something secret with him, to see his expression this close, to watch every twitch of his brow, every swipe of his tongue across dry lips as he sucks in each sharp breath... now you know what he looks like when you're sucking his cock or tonguing his hole. Now you'll always have this image in your head and you'll want nothing more than to make him look like this always.
You bite your bottom lip and fleetingly wonder what your own face looks like as the tongue licking your hole starts to make your stomach quiver and the base of your spine tingle and your cock drip. It all feels so fucking good, and to know that Brian's feeling the same things too, sharing this sensation with you, is heady and breathtaking. You drag your fingers down his slack cheek and he opens his eyes slowly, focusing on your face, then cups your chin and kisses you hard, teeth mashing the inside of your bottom lip, his breath pushing up your nose, hips humping you, pressing his dick into your skin, pushing against you to heighten your own sensation.
Another hand on your hip - not Brian's, his fingers are gently cupping your face and tightly wrapped up in your hair, twisting strands and pulling in a way that aches deliciously. Not the trick behind you, mouth now alternating between light suction and tender tongue kisses on your hole, both hands pulling your cheeks open and exposed for every man in the room to see what he's doing.
No, another hand, followed by a mouth, kissing your hip, kissing between your and Brian's hips, easing your thighs apart, trying to break the tight closeness between you. You resist - you want nothing to come between you - but Brian complies, edging his hips back from yours, cool air touching at your damp skin. You try to protest, but he doesn't release your mouth, pulls your tongue between his lips and sucks it gently, and you hear his silent assurance and so you stop resisting, taking a step back as well.
Your cocks are gripped together and pulled to the side, so you turn to follow, feel the mouth at your ass break connection for a moment and you clench your hole and feel wet and slick and achy to be filled. Brian pulls away from your mouth, his breath catching, and he leans his forehead against your temple, fingers still tight in your hair, his other hand draping across your shoulder. The tension is released for a moment and you take a deep breath, feel it leave your lungs with a tremor, and put your hand on Brian's arm, holding onto him tightly, feeling as though you might crumple to the ground without his support.
You both look to the guy at your feet, your heads leaning against one another, watching as he strokes your cocks together, his hands wrapped around them tightly, staring intently as they slide through his palms. He sits up and opens his mouth and flicks his tongue across Brian's dick head, then yours and you moan and Brian grunts and then each of you sigh as he takes you both completely into his mouth. You admire his talent and struggle to keep your fluttering eyelids open to watch him pull your dicks between his wide lips, fingers slicking your shafts with spit, tongue edging along the underside of your cocks.
Someone else steps in to the small circle forming around you, falls to his knees behind the cocksucker, puts a hand on his shoulder and rolls on a condom with two fingers. A scene plays out before you, like a porn movie just for you and Brian, and when the guy sucking your dicks is penetrated, he groans in his throat, sending a vibration up your spine and making Brian squeeze your shoulder. As he's fucked, he's pushed forward and your cocks slide further between his lips and it's divine, heavenly, until it gets too much for him and he lets your dicks fall from his mouth, saliva and pre-come dripping down his chin.
You scan the room and see fucking everywhere, feel a touch on your ass again, the same guy come back to rim you again, maybe another one ready to eat you out. Brian's fingers curl up against the back of your neck and he watches you until your eyes roll back in your head as the tongue makes contact with your hole again. But it's not enough this time, you want more, need more. Don't want delicate prodding, need hard fucking.
You kiss Brian hard, pulling his tongue into your mouth and sucking it softly. You reach for his cock and stroke him slowly, feel him hot and wet beneath your grip and know there must be condoms here somewhere, you just wish you had one in your hand right now to roll it on him.
You break the kiss and pant against his face, rolling waves of desire pushing through you, and you clench your hole over and over as you're being eaten out. It feels amazing, but...
"Fuck me," you say to Brian, looking up at him with desperate eyes. His cock jerks in your grip and you put more pressure on him, holding him tightly and letting him fuck your hand with his hips.
He takes your hand off his cock, weaving your fingers between his, and pulls you against a bare stretch of wall, taking a condom and packet of lube from a half-full basket perched on the seating ledge beside you.
He leans back against the concrete and pulls you against his body, kissing you and slipping the condom into your hand. You take it easily, not waiting for instruction, tearing it open and slicking it on his hard dick. You expect he's going to switch places with you and press you face first into the concrete to fuck you, but instead he takes both your wrists in his and twists your arms up over your head, forcing you to turn around to face the room. He holds both your hands against your chest with one of his, pressing you back against his body tightly, and you feel trapped and vulnerable but in a way you kind of like.
You hear him tear off the top of the lube with his teeth, then feel the slick wetness as he squirts it on your ass. Your bodies are pressed together and you know he can't see what he's doing, and so most of the lube drips down your balls and between your thighs and you love how wet and sticky and messy it feels. He fumbles at your hole, slipping his dick around in the lube, coating him and you and then you feel a push in. It's not much, the angle is wrong, but he pulls you up against his body, leaning back against the wall as leverage to haul you up.
Your feet nearly leave the ground and he impales you on his cock, the angle now perfect for him to slide into your slick, ready hole, pushing in quickly and completely and you bite your bottom lip, your toes tingling and numb as he settles you back on the ground, ass now full of his cock. You feel off balance and lift your foot onto the ledge beside you, pulling one of your arms free to hold onto his forearm stretched across your chest, almost struggling to maintain your footing, afraid you're going to fall over.
"Relax," he says into your ear. "I've got you. It's okay."
And his voice is so even and calm and you trust him implicitly, and so you do relax, taking a deep breath and giving your body over to him. You let him hold you up, and feel his thumb stroking the back of your hand across your chest, and you reach back to stroke your free hand through this hair. You concentrate on the delicious feeling of fullness, of the sense of penetration that you'd been craving.
He kisses your ear, then licks all along the soft shell. "There," he says, starting a slow thrust inside you, making your chin drop open and your head fall back onto his shoulder. "Now just let it happen."
So you do let it happen, let Brian fuck you here, exposed and open and on show for all to see. You're completely on display, body stretched out against Brian's, legs spread and cock hard and bouncing as Brian fucks your ass slowly, drawing it out and kissing the side of your face, your shoulder, your neck.
A twink emerges from a dark corner and shyly approaches you; you're a little nervous, so open and exposed, and he eyes your body, then touches you softly, his palms cool and damp on your hot skin. An older man joins him, kissing his shoulder, then covers the twink's hands with his own, following his fingers as they trace over your nipples, down the center of your chest, along your and Brian's entwined arms holding you back against his body.
He brings his face your pierced nipple and pulls it into his mouth and you arch up into him, against your will. You can't help it, your tit is sensitive since you got it pierced and you love having it played with and fondled.
The two in front of you fall to their knees and one takes your cock between his lips, the other pushes your legs open even wider and slides between them to suck your balls into his mouth. You can't tell who is doing what and you don't care... you're helpless to control what happens to you here, and you suddenly understand what Brian meant - you relinquish any nervousness and fear and give yourself completely over to the experience. Let your body be manipulated by others, let them guide you to pleasure and take you over the edge.
Brian's fingers take over pulling at your nipple ring, slipping his finger in your wet skin, and sliding his pinky through the ring. He tugs on it and drives his cock inside you hard at the same time, pushing your dick forward into the willing mouth at your feet. You feel someone take your hand from Brian's hair and pull your fingers between wet lips, licking in the soft spot between your knuckles and it's a wholly new and unique feeling and then another mouth comes to suck on your exposed throat, and hands are stroking the inside of your thighs and a soft tongue licks and pulls at your balls and pernieum and you don't even know how many men are pleasuring you anymore, you can't even count the sensations...
Brian puts his hand on your chin and twists your face to his and he kisses you hard, warm air pushing across your face, mouth swollen and wet on yours and you feel him groan as much as hear him... he bites your bottom lip and yanks on your tit and constricts your breathing with his arm tight across your chest and the guy sucking your dick pulls you to the back of his throat and the sensations together all collide and make you come quickly and hard, shooting into the willing mouth, seemingly every inch of your skin caressed by tongues or lips or even just wet, damp air... you feel stretched and pulled apart at the seams, heart screaming in your chest, skin on fire and stars sprinkling behind your eyes.
A few more thrusts and Brian comes inside you and it kicks off a few last shuddering spasms in your body. He eases you back to steady ground and slides out of you, the remaining guys leaving you now, off to satisfy themselves with another playmate.
"Fuck, Brian," your knees are shaking and your skin feels sticky and raw and tender and your cock and ass are too sensitive, overloaded... your lips are swollen and sore, chest red and patchy and you're completely spent.
"I think I'm ready to go home now," you say and he nods, taking your hand in his and leading you back through where you came in.
So you get home - not your new home at Deb's, but the loft - and Brian strips off his clothes and you do the same. You stumble into the shower, following him, desperate to feel clean skin again.
He fills his palm with shampoo and rubs it into your scalp, fingers massaging your head and making you sleepy. You're overwhelmed from everything you saw and everything you did and everything that was done to you and run over the sequence of events in your head, over and over. You don't want to forget this experience.
He pulls you under the spray and rinses your hair and you keep your eyes closed, leaning up against the glass wall, and letting the hot water wash down your back. He soaps a soft sponge and drags it across your skin, touching every inch of you in a way that's not really sexual, but instead gentle and caring. You let him take care of you because you feel like he wants to - or maybe even needs to. You don't know that you've ever felt that from him before.
You don't say anything, just take his advice from before and let it happen, let him continue his careful exploration of your body, following the rivulets of soap as they glide down your skin.
"It was okay tonight?" he asks. His voice is soft in the warm air.
"Yeah," you say, your voice barely a whisper, and he pulls you into a kiss. There's nothing more to say and you know that's all he really needs to hear - you can tell him the rest with kisses and caresses and quiet affection. You know how to talk to him now, without saying a word.
Of all the things you learned tonight, you think that was the most important.
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