It's me again folks. I'm just a-writin' up a storm, ain't I? This one took awhile to get out, but atleast I'm writing bulk amounts at a time, right? Anyhoo, shout out to all my folks(you know who you are), and much love. Now for the obligatory cautionary notes--All the characters in this story that are not based on live people are fictional. Any similarity to real life persons is completely coincidental. If you feel that I have based a character on you--get the fuck over it--feel special that I find you interesting. However, I don't know anybody nearly interesting enough to write about, so don't flatter yourself. I do not know any of the celebrities that may or may not be mentioned in this story. As far as I know, all the Backstreet Boys are straight as an arrow. However, if they had a lapse and became curious, I'd most certainly fuck 'em. But that's just the kind of whore I am. Everyone enjoy, and here it goes again....
"If you're trying to turn me into someone else, it's easy to see I'm not down with that. I'm not nobody's fool. If you're trying to turn me into something else, I've seen enough and I'm over that. I'm not nobody's fool. If you wanna bring me down, go ahead and try. Go ahead and try."~Avril Lavigne, 'Nobody's Fool'.
All In The Family Bad Boy B-Rok By-Lep (Prologue)
As soon as I opened the door to my bedroom, the light from the hallway made a beam of light into the room. I could see Booker and Brian asleep in the bed, snuggled up tightly together. I closed the door gently and laid up against it, breathing heavy. My cock was pressing hard against the front of my pants, aching for release. However, I knew there was no luck that I could get into bed and have sex with Brian without Booker noticing. I wasn't even close to being that drunk.
My brain flooded with thoughts of going into Nick and A.J.'s room and getting off with them. My hand had snuck down to rub my cock thru the front of my pants as I thought of all the nasty things I could do. However, I didn't really feel like having sex with either of them. Finally, admitting defeat, I pulled my hand away from my crotch with a sigh. The kitchen seemed like the best place to go since having sex was out of the question.
As soon as I got into the kitchen, I yanked the fridge door open angrily and gazed at the contents. It didn't take me long to decide on a beer. Cursing under my breath, I twisted the cap off the bottle and chunked it into the sink before taking a healthy swig of the beer. I had barely swallowed the first bit before I realized I wasn't the only one in the kitchen.
"I've gotta do it. I can't help it." Came the husky voice.
Kevin grabbed me roughly and pinned me against the wall opposite the fridge. I grunted as Kevin grabbed the neck of my shirt and ripped it roughly, tearing the shirt vertically. Kevin quickly ripped the shirt off my body and roughly began rubbing his hands over my chest and erect nipples. He pulled away only long enough to yank his own shirt off, ripping it in the same way. I finally got to look at Kevin's chest in a way I never dared.
"Damn you're hot." I hissed as I licked my lips and looked down at his firm chest and stomach.
"This is wrong." Kevin stated, but it didn't stop him from grabbing the front of my pants and pulling me into him.
"I want you to fuck me so bad." I moaned into his ear, still holding my beer.
"Fuck right or wrong." Kevin growled and ripped my belt off me.
I didn't answer. My fingers found the back of Kevin's hand and became entangled. I yanked his head back roughly.
"Oh shit." Kevin groaned as I buried my mouth into the front of his neck, sucking on his Adam's Apple.
"You....taste....so....fucking....good." I puncuated each word with a nibble or suck at his neck.
I pulled away from Kevin quickly, and he propped his head back up to watch me. I tipped my beer bottle over his chest and let a bit of my beer cascade down his chest. Kevin just smiled as I lowered my mouth to his chest and began to slurp the liquid back up.
"You like it?" I smiled up at him, my mouth dripping wet.
"Shit yeah." Kevin grabbed the back of my head.
"You want me to go lower?" I grinned evily up at him.
Kevin beat me to his pants. Within seconds he had his belt off and his pants unbuttoned. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees, setting my beer bottle on the counter on the way. My fingers yanked his zipper down quickly and yanked his pants open. Kevin's boxer briefs tented out at me, holding his cock back with a very thin layer of clothe. Kevin looked down at me, his eyes twinkling from longing.
"I want you in my mouth so fucking bad." I growled before I yanked the front of his underwear down.
"Shit." Kevin shivered as his cock popped out and hit my cheek.
I could feel the precum ooze out onto my cheek as his cock connected. Finally, I got to see what Kevin had to offer. Big cocks definitely ran in Brian and Kevin's family. There was no stopping me. I immediately wrapped my lips around the head of Kevin's cock and slid down until his cock was deep in my throat. Kevin showed his approval by grabbing onto the counter, bracing himself as I began to bob up and down on his slick cock.
"Oh god." Kevin shivered as I pulled off him and began to swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.
"Your cock tastes so good." I stated as I lapped up a drop of precum off the tip of his cock.
"Suck me, Matt. Please." Kevin begged, still holding onto the counter.
That was all the incentive I needed. I took Kevin back in my mouth and shoved down on him until his balls were touching my chin. Kevin finally got the idea and grabbed my head, starting to thrust his hips into my face. I gagged on Kevin slightly as he slammed his cock in and out of my throat, but managed to not completely gag when his cockhead clogged the back of my throat. When I reached up to grab Kevin's balls, he stopped to groan, leaving his cock buried deep in my throat. I stayed calm as I couldn't breathe, then swallowed on him, my throat convulsing around his cock.
"Get up, get up." Kevin pulled my off him and yanked me to my feet.
"What's wrong?" I barely had time to ask before Kevin began ripping my pants open.
I smiled at him evily before he pushed my pants down to my thighs, my cock popping out. Kevin reached down to stroke me, making me groan in ecstasy. He moved in close to me, putting his face right in front of mine.
"I want...I want..." He stuttered.
"You want to fuck me?" I asked for him.
"Yes." Kevin gripped harder on my cock, making my knees weak.
"Then fuck me. Shove it up my ass. Hard." I kissed him.
Kevin kissed me back, shoving his tongue in my mouth as he continued to stroke me. His other hand finally reached down to play with my balls as my cock became slick with precum.
"Fuck me now." I growled out as I spun around, bracing myself against the sink.
"How..." Kevin asked, his cock pressing against me slightly.
I didn't answer, I just reached behind and gripped his cock. Kevin moved forward, as if by instinct, as I pulled his cock towards my ass. As soon as Kevin's cockhead was at my asshole, he shoved forward.
"Oh shit, I'm not hurting you." Kevin almost pulled out of me.
"Shut up and fuck me hard. Now." I ordered over my shoulder.
Kevin learned quickly. He plowed hard into me, ramming the length of his cock deep inside me. I groaned in pleasure as Kevin began pounding away at me, his balls slapping against mine.
"God. Oh shit, Matt." Kevin groaned as he fucked me.
"Fuck yeah. Fuck my ass, Kevin." I stated lowly as he kept thrusting into me.
"Yeah, take it. Oh shit." Kevin hissed before reaching around and grabbing my cock.
I almost screamed in pleasure as Kevin stroked me once before I shot my load against the cabinet and all over his fist. My body began spasming over and over as he continued to stroke me, his hand covered in my cum. Kevin grunted and groaned as he slammed into me. I began pushing back against him as he fucked me and stroked my cock.
The next thing I knew, my body tensed up and I began thrusting in and out of his fist. More cum oozed out of my cock and over his fist as he stroked me The spasming continued, Kevin not letting up on his stroking of my slick cock. Kevin's stroking produced a wet smacking sound as he fucked and stroked me.
"Holy shit, this is so good." Kevin moaned, his balls slapping mine in time with his fucking.
I only managed to shiver and spasm as he fucked me harder and harder, the whole length of his cock plowing into me each time he thrusted. A third time my cock became extremely rigid and my body went tense. No cum came out of my cock, but I had my third orgasm in a row.
"I'm going to cum." Kevin let go of my cock.
"Not inside me." I shivered as Kevin pulled his cock out of me quickly and began masturbating furiously against my back and ass.
"Ohhhhhhhh, here it....." Kevin groaned out before I felt him unload onto my lower back. "Oh jesus."
I turned around and dropped to my knees and grabbed his cock. I began stroking him furiously over my face as he continued to shoot, sending jet after jet of cum into my face and chest. Kevin braced himself against the counter behind him as I yanked his cock until he couldn't cum anymore.
"God that was....amazing." Kevin gasped before he pulled me to my feet and shoved his mouth against mine.
I let my tongue roll around with Kevin's, sharing his cum with him. Surprisingly, Kevin didn't pull back as we swished his cum around.
(Part Thirty)
"Daddy? You in there?" I heard Booker thru the bathroom door.
I was laying in the tub, soaking away my hangover.
"Yeah, buddy. I'll be out in a bit." I hollered back, holding my head in my hands.
"Daddy said we go to a movie!" Booker squealed happily.
"Oh sweet jesus." I groaned under my breath before answering Booker. "Tell Daddy I'll be ready in a bit."
"'Kay Daddy!" He squealed again, then I heard the sound of feet dashing away.
My head slowly stopped pounding as I laid it against the side of the tub and rested. Thank goodness I had thought to fill the tub with lukewarm water. With the shape I was in, it wouldn't have been a good idea to boil myself first thing in the morning. I probably would've passed out.
After Kevin and I had finished our sexual encounter in the kitchen early that morning, everything seemed to be moving extremely fast. We had made sure to clean up any mess we had made in the kitchen so the guys, or worse Booker or Aaron, wouldn't come across it. After we were certain that our fluids were cleaned from the cabinets and floors, I gave Kevin a quick embarassed kiss goodnight. He seemed somewhat embarassed himself as he made his way to his room.
I had stopped in the bathroom long enough to clean myself off of any type of fluids and put on clean pajamas. Then I climbed into bed with Brian and Booker. I was pretty sure that they weren't aware of when I finally came to bed. However, the sky outside my bedroom window was starting to turn pink, so it was almost morning when I passed out next to Booker.
About eleven o'clock the next morning I had to get out of bed. It's not that I wanted to, but more or less had to. The noise all the guys were making throughout the house was so loud that there wasn't a point in trying to sleep. I was just glad that no one immediately came in to bug me when I tumbled out of bed to get a bath. If it weren't for the body glitter and eyeliner, I probably wouldn't have bothered with a bath. I was too weak to bother otherwise.
"Baaaaaaaaby." Brian cooed as he opened the bathroom door.
"Oh sweet jesus." I clenched my eyes shut tightly.
"I brought you a gift." Brian spoke softly and came over to sit on the edge of the tub.
"It better be a twenty pound Tylenol." I groaned.
"Even better." Brian's sentence was punctuated with the sound of something being set on the edge of the tub.
I opened my eyes long enough to see the Bloody Mary he had mixed for me.
"You're a god to me, Brian." I smiled faintly before snatching the glass up and taking a healthy chug.
"I think that will work much better than your tylenol." Brian leaned down to kiss the top of my head and got up.
"How's Kevin?" I didn't want to ask because I thought I'd sound suspicious.
"He's fine. He's in the other tub." Brian smiled down at me.
"Good. I mean, I'm glad he's not out of commission."
"Yeah. We wouldn't want him in a position where he couldn't function, would we?" Brian winked at me. "Finish your drink, baby."
I had a sudden urge to ask if he had poisoned it, but thought that might be the wrong thing to say.
"Yeah, okay." I kept my eyes from his as I took another gulp of the red mixture.
"Go as quick as you can, baby. We're going to see a movie afterall." Brian ran a hand thru my wet hair before leaving the bathroom.
I sat the now empty glass back on the edge of the tub. "Fuuuuck." I groaned out and dunked myself slowly underwater.
"We also need a bottle of water. The large one." Brian spoke to the teenage girl behind the snack counter. "Do you want anything to eat, Matt?"
"I want a bed." I groaned, my sunglasses still affixed to the front of my face.
"I guess that's it." Brian chuckled as he spoke to the girl again.
"You gonna be okay, Matt?" Nick wrapped an arm around my shoulders and let me lay against him.
"I want my water." I croaked.
"Let the man pay for it, first." Nick laughed.
Luckily, Booker had decided to make Uncle Howie play with him, so I was saved from having to pretend to be happy when I was extremely hungover. All the guys had decided to come to the movies with Brian, Booker and I. Even Kevin had come, but he didn't look much healthier than I did. He was keeping a noticeable distance from me, however. I wasn't exactly in a good enough mood to care.
"Here's your water, baby." Brian held a huge bottle of water out to me.
"I'm not a horse, Brian." I tried to laugh as I took the bottle from him.
"Hung like one, though." He winked.
"I don't know what you want, but lyin' ain't gonna get it for you." I laughed.
"Well damn." Brian winked. "Come on, baby."
"What are we going to see again?" I asked as I followed Brian, unscrewing the top of the bottle.
"Spy Kids 2, daddy." Booker stated as he ran up alongside me.
"Oh happy day." I laughed and took a drink of my water.
"We're over here." A.J. pointed towards the theater where the movie "Signs" was going to be playing.
"Aight. We'll see you guys after the show." Brian stated as all the other guys took off with Aaron.
"Baby, I'm gonna go use the restroom real quick, and I'll meet you and Booker in there." I handed Brian my bottled water as I ruffled Booker's hair.
"Okay, we'll be in there." He smiled.
"In front, daddy!" Booker squealed happily.
"How'd I guess?" I laughed and took off towards the bathroom.
I looked over my shoulder as I walked down to the bathrooms real quick to see Booker and Brian had disappeared into the theater. I could have gone into the men's room, but for some reason, I decided to go into the single occupancy "unisex" bathroom. There were a bunch of people hanging around the cluster of bathrooms, so I figured I'd have more privacy in the unisex bathroom.
Quickly, I did my business and washed my hands. A glance in the mirror over the sink let me know I looked as hungover as I felt. I figured it was a lost cause to try to make myself look any better, and gave up. I slapped the light off as I unlocked the door. As soon as the door was open a crack, someone pushed it open quickly from the other side and slid in, closing the door behind them.
"What the fuck?!" I stated loudly, but managed to keep from screaming.
"Shhhhh." I calmed down when Kevin flipped the light back on.
"What are you doing in here? The people outside might have seen..."
"There's no one out there now." Kevin interrupted me, then grabbed me and pressed his mouth against mine.
"We can't do this." I pulled away from Kevin quickly.
However, I shoved my mouth back against his just as quickly and shoved my tongue into his mouth. Kevin grabbed my ass and pushed me back towards the sink, lifting and sitting me on it. My head was pressed against the mirror over the sink as Kevin pressed himself against me, kissing me deeply.
"I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed last night." Kevin sighed as he leaned down to suck at my neck.
"Same here." I moaned and reached down to pull Kevin's shirt out of his pants.
"I want to do it again." Kevin moved his face up to look into my eyes.
"Me, too." I replied without thinking, my fingers moving to the button on his pants.
Kevin looked down at my fingers working on the front of his pants.
"And again. And again. And again." Kevin looked up at me evily.
"What if Brian finds out?" It was like hearing someone else speak for me.
"I won't tell him." Kevin whispered, his nose touching mine.
"I don't want to hurt Brian." I stated before I finally got my hand into Kevin's pants.
"Oh shit." Kevin hissed when my hand connected with his cock. "I don't want to hurt him either."
"Okay." I stated succinctly as I yanked Kevin's cock out into view.
"We only have fifteen minutes before the movies start." Kevin moaned.
"Then we better hurry." I smiled up at him.
I pushed Kevin back from the sink and slid off from the top of the sink to kneel in front of him. Kevin smiled down at me as my face became level with his cock. I tilted my head to look up at Kevin as he grabbed his cock by the base and began to rub the head across my lips slowly. A smile graced my face as I looked up at Kevin and stuck my tongue out to lick at his soft cock. He was easily five inches when soft.
"It's not hard yet." Kevin looked down at me licking the piss slit of his cock.
"I can fix that." I winked at him.
I took Kevin's soft cock into my mouth, down to his balls, and slowly began to suck at him. Kevin laced his fingers into my hair, slowly petting at the back of my head as I sucked his flaccid cock. I began to suck harder on his cock, feeling it starting to inflate in my mouth, poking at the back of my throat. Kevin grabbed my head roughly and slowly shoved himself into my mouth, not stopping until my lips opened farther and he got his balls past them, too. I looked him in the eyes as my cheeks were stuffed to overflowing with his huge cock and balls.
"You look so hot like that." Kevin whispered down at me, still holding me onto his cock.
I pulled back slowly from Kevin. "With my mouth full of your fat cock?"
Kevin shivered.
"Do you like it when I talk dirty?" I asked as I kissed the tip of his hardening cock.
"Um...yeah." Kevin turned a slight pink.
"It must run in the family." I winked at him. "I love talking about sucking your huge cock."
"Oh shit, Matt." Kevin smiled and applied pressure to the back of my head, urging me closer to his cock.
"Why don't you try fucking my mouth? You like that?" I asked, leaning in to swallow his cockhead quickly.
"How..." Kevin looked interested, but shy.
I pulled off of Kevin's cockhead, making a "plop" sound.
"That's where you put it in my mouth." I stopped for a second to lick the tip of Kevin's cock, making him shiver. "Grab the back of my head, and fuck my mouth hard and fast 'til you fill my mouth with cum."
"Why is it that I feel like I'm gonna shoot right now?" Kevin laughed.
I rolled my shoulders and licked my lips.
"You make me want to have sex all the time, Matt." Kevin moaned.
I was going to answer Kevin, but he grabbed his now fully hard cock by the base and the back of my head. I knew I wasn't going to be doing much talking at all. Kevin shoved his cock into my mouth, but not very hard or quick. He somewhat placed the first two inches on my tongue, then slide the rest in slowly until his balls connected with my chin. Kevin slowly began fucking my throat, his cockhead clogging my throat on each thrust.
"We only have like ten minutes." I pulled off Kevin and began stroking his cock roughly.
"I know...I know." Kevin managed to gasp out as I stroked his cock over my face roughly.
"Where do you want to shoot?" I asked quickly, reaching my other hand up to play with his balls.
"Um...I don't..." Kevin was getting more red in the face.
"In my mouth or on my face?"
"Mouth." Kevin looked away from me as soon as he answered.
I took Kevin's cock back in my mouth quickly and shoved down until his balls hit my chin. I grabbed his ass roughly and began yanking him into my face as quickly as I could. Kevin finally got the hint, and embarassedly grabbed my head and began thrusting into my mouth. He was slow at first, but he quickly sped up, fucking my mouth so hard his balls slapped my chin.
Within a few seconds, Kevin began breathing heavy. I looked up to see him biting down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning loudly. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled my mouth down on him until he was completely buried in my throat. Kevin's whole body shook as his cock pulsated in my mouth. I couldn't taste his cum--he was pumping it directly down my throat he was buried so deep in my mouth. Kevin held me on his cock until he was done spurting and I had swallowed all of his cum.
"Damn, Matt." Kevin pulled me up to my feet, unclamping me from his cock.
"Good?" I licked my lips.
Kevin didn't reply, he just pulled me into him, suctioning his lips against mine.
"We better get back to our movies." I smiled up at Kevin as he pulled away from me.
I reached down and tucked Kevin back into his underwear and did his pants back up for him.
"Okay." Kevin replied, then pulled me in for another kiss.
I was just very confused. Brian was my boyfriend. I loved Brian very much and was very sexually attracted. However, I was in a movie theater bathroom with his cousin. Not just that, Kevin was his straight cousin. Why was Kevin having sex with me, and kissing me? Did he love me? Did I love him? I knew I loved him, ofcourse, I just didn't know if it was a romantic love.
"Let's go." Kevin pulled away from me again with a smile.
"Yeah, alright." I replied after reaching up to wipe Kevin's top lip clean of saliva.
(Part Thirty One)
"Are you mad? This is plenty of coverage." Garrett waved his hand over the magazine in front of us.
"There aren't enough pictures." I sighed, my chin resting in the palm of my hand.
"But the ones they have are delightfully tacky." Garrett squealed as he picked up the creamer.
"Yeah, I suppose."
There was a picture of Kevin and I practically dry humping on the dance floor of the gay club we had gone to. Another picture showed Kevin and I waiting outside of the club for our car, holding hands, while I smoked a cigarette. Several others showed us interacting with the other patrons of the club.
"Blimey, this thing's empty." Garrett huffed at the silver cream dispenser, then waved at a guy in a half-apron. "Oi, waiter!"
"Yes sir?" The waiter looked somewhat displeased as he walked up.
"I need cream." Garrett handed him the container he was holding.
"Anything for you, sir?" He turned to me.
"I think the tea pot needs to be filled." I smiled up at him, but quickly turned my attention back to the magazine.
"I'll be right back." He replied as he took the teapot and creamer with him.
Garrett had come over a few days after the trip to the movies with the guys. The magazines that had pics of Kevin and my romp thru the gay club were finally on the newstands. He had immediately drug me from the house and made me join him at an outdoor cafe in Hollywood. My suspicion was he was thrilled he finally found a place to have tea that was suitable to him.
"Why doesn't it say anything bad about us in here?" I asked Garrett.
"How do you mean?" He lit up a cigarette, making me decide to join him.
"It just basically says we were at this club, schmoozing, etcetera. It doesn't say we're dirty little queers that are fucking each other." I teased.
"Well, is it not okay for reporters to just assume you're a poof and not make it sound negative?"
"Yeah, I just assumed it would be bad publicity I'd be getting. I wanted to look naughty." I joked.
"Well, that's only one of the articles on it." Garrett laughed with me.
The waiter finally returned with our cream and tea.
"Listen, have you gone to see Barbara in hospital yet?" Garrett asked as the waiter set the objects on our table and took off.
"Hospital? She's in rehab." I rolled my eyes. "Not really the same thing."
"I was trying to be kind." He sighed and began pouring us both tea.
"Yeah, well she's in Aunt Betty's retreat, not sick." I huffed.
"You should go see her. Cream?"
"Please, and no I shouldn't. I might have to kill her."
"I'm sure she needs the support of her friends right now." Garrett chastised me.
"The last thing she needs is me around her. I was probably what sent her off the deep end." I finally admitted my guilty feelings.
"I'm not sure what happened between the two of you, but I doubt you caused her to go on a drinking binge."
"I embarassed her in front of her whole office staff. If it had been me in her shoes, I would've had a few that night, too."
"But...."
"Oh fuck off already. I'm tired of talking about it." I put a hand up.
"Fine." Garrett sighed. "Kevin and you, well, aren't really, ya' know..."
"No, we're not really fucking." I replied, telling a lie--sort of.
Technically, Kevin and I had had sex. However, we weren't exactly involved or anything, so it wasn't a bold faced lie. That was my story, anyway.
"Good." Garrett gave a slight nod of his head.
"Why?"
"Well, I don't want people really believing that you're shagging him." Garrett hooked his thumb at the mag.
"Why's that? Not good enough for me?" I retorted with a fake British accent and a laugh.
"No. You're forgetting he's still married." Garrett glared at me, but looked amused.
"Oh yeah...that."
Suddenly, I had an image of me blowing Kevin, a married man. Seperated yes, but still married. And I was practically married, too. I was getting less and less bothered by morals lately.
"Booker! What the heck have you got all over the front of you?" I squealed as I walked in the door to the house.
"Paint!" Booker looked extremely proud of himself.
"Why do you have paint all over you?" I shook my head.
"Daddy and Unca Kevin painting." Booker looked at me like I was too slow for words.
"Other people?" I basically said to myself. "Go into the your bathroom and wait for me. We're gonna clean you up."
"'Kay daddy!"
I trailed behind Booker as he streaked down the hall and disappeared into his bathroom. Each door I passed I looked into to see what was going on with the paint. Finally, when I got to the end of the hall, I found the guys. They were painting the room Aaron had been sleeping in when he had stayed with us.
"Please don't tell me you've killed Aaron and you're trying to hide the tell-tale blood splatters?" I spoke nonchalantly as I leaned up against the door frame.
"No, smartass. It just needed it." Brian turned around from the wall he was painting to smile at me.
"Did you realize your son is running thru the house looking like Dutch Boy got into an accident?"
"Yeah, but I'll clean him up." Brian winked at me.
"Nah, I'll do it. I can't stand to see him running around covered in paint for any length of time." I laughed.
"Alright, baby." Brian blew a kiss at me and winked again.
"Hey, Matt." Kevin looked at me evenly.
"Kevin." I nodded, catching his stare for just a second before exiting into the hall.
Kevin smiled at me when I was out of the door and only he could see me. I smiled back, but didn't stay around long so Brian wouldn't get suspicious. Booker was in the bathroom waiting for me like I had told him. He had all but stripped and was running around like an idiot in his underwear. He had obviously gotten bored waiting on me.
"What are you doing?" I laughed as I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
"Getting clean." Booker threw his hands in the air like it was obvious.
"Well, I don't think that's gonna do it." I smiled. "Come're."
Booker came over to me and waited while I got a wash rag and got it wet in the sink.
"I don't know how you managed to get this much paint all over you." I teased as I began to wipe his face clean.
Booker didn't answer, he just continued to look exceptionally proud of his handiwork. It took a few minutes, but I managed to get Booker completely free of all the paint. He seemed somewhat sad that I had "un-decorated" him.
"Go in and put some clean clothes on." I patted him on his butt.
"'Kay, daddy." Booker replied and tore off towards his bedroom.
I put the wash rag and Booker's clothes in the bathroom hamper, making sure to clean up the droplets of water that I had splashed on the sink and floor first. Finally, I perched myself on the side of the tub and sat down. I wasn't really thinking about anything, but I just felt like being alone and being quiet.
"You're looking just a little intense there, baby." I heard Brian's voice and looked up.
"Do I?" I gave a weak smile.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Brian entered the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him.
"Nothing, really. I guess." I couldn't help but laugh at my explanation.
"Hmmmm, sure didn't seem that way." Brian walked over to me until he was standing only a foot in front of me.
"I don't know what I was thinking about." I shrugged.
"Well, you seemed really," Brian slunk over to be and sat down in my lap, "intense."
"Is that so?" I smiled up at him as he wrapped his arms around my neck.
"Mmm-hmmm. It kinda turned me on." Brian squinched his nose up at me with a smile.
"I just can't seem to help the fact that I'm dead sexy, can I?" I teased half-heartedly.
"You just seem to ooze sexuality, baby." Brian leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose.
I smiled up at Brian as he pulled away. For some reason, even if I was oozing sexuality, I didn't want Brian on my lap.
"You're...just...too...damn...sexy." Brian punctuated each word with a kiss to my lips.
"Back atcha, Bri." I laughed lowly, thoroughly unamused.
Brian pulled back from me with a laugh, then locked eyes with me. Slowly, the smile melted away to a confused look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Brian let his arms around my neck loosen.
"Nothing, baby." I tried to sound cheerful as I looked up at him innocently.
"You look like you're a million miles away." Brian squinted suspiciously at me.
"Seriously, I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
"Brian, damnit..." I felt the blood rise in my cheeks.
"Um, Matt?" I looked up to see Kevin in the doorway.
"What, Kevin?!" Brian snarled from my lap.
Brian couldn't possibly know what was going on with Kevin and I, could he?
"You, um, Garrett's on the phone." Kevin let his eyes wander from me to Brian, then back again.
"Yeah, okay." I gave him a quick smile. "I gotta get up, baby."
"Fine." Brian huffed and moved off of my lap to sit on the side of the tub.
I sighed lowly as I got up and quickly went to leave the restroom. Brian's gaze seemed to be burning holes in my back as I left him sitting on the tub. As I squeezed past Kevin in the doorway, I unintentionally let my eyes dart over to him, giving him a quick look before heading out of the bathroom. As soon as I was clear of the door, Kevin disappeared inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I could hear Brian and Kevin suddenly get loud in the bathroom. I didn't feel like bothering to deal with it, so I shrugged my shoulders and went to take Garrett's phone call.
(Part Thirty-Two)
"How long daddy?" Booker sat on the edge of my bed and watched me pack my suitcase and my backpack.
"A week, buddy. Maybe a bit longer." I replied with a warm smile as I put a folded blue pocket tee in my bag.
"That's too long." Booker shook his head at me.
"Well, Brian will be here with you." I offered.
"I want to come with you." Booker whined.
"You can't come with me. You start school in three days." I held up three fingers to him for emphasis.
"I don't wanna go to school." Booker grunted, folding his arms over his chest.
"Well guess what?" I looked down at him while I shoved some boxer briefs in the bag.
"I gotta go?" Booker asked lowly, not very happy.
"Smart kid." I ruffled his hair with a smile.
"But I don't wanna..."
"How about this? You don't have to wanna go. I won't make you want to. Sound good to you?" I teased.
"Okay." Booker folded his arms over his chest.
Then the bottom lip slowly began to poke out.
"Oh no! He's turning into a monkey!" I sat down quickly next to Booker and wrapped my arms around him.
Booker tried to resist as I tickled him and hugged him, wrestling around with him.
"Your lips are swollen! The next thing you know you'll have hair all over your body and your butt will be pink!" I squealed as I tickled him more.
"Stop daddy!" Booker gave in and started laughing.
"No! Not until your lips stop swelling!" Booker and I fell back on the bed, his small body still trapped by my arms.
"Okay! Okay!" Booker squealed, beginning to laugh loudly.
Booker and I continued to laugh, a bit out of breath as we laid on the bed amongst piles of my clothes.
"Pwomise you're going to come back?" Booker looked up at me as I held him.
"Ofcourse I'm coming back." I shook my head in disbelief.
"Okay."
"Why wouldn't I come back? You're here." I moved my head to where my nose was touching his.
"I don't know." He shrugged, looking unsure.
"Booger, I'm not gonna ever leave you, buddy." I smiled, then finished with a poke to his ribs. "No matter how much you beg."
"Okay, daddy!" Booker giggled and wrapped his arms around my neck, pressing his nose into mine.
"You gonna be good for Brian?" I asked as his nose rubbed mine.
"Uh-huh."
"And Uncle Nick, A.J. and Howie?"
"Yes, daddy."
"And are you gonna miss me bunches and bunches?" I teased.
"Definitely, daddy." He smiled at me, his teeth showing.
"I'm gonna miss you tons and tons, too." I admitted.
"Pwomise?"
"Cross my heart, buddy. I'm gonna miss you every second." I moved my head back and forth, making my nose rub his, giving him an "eskimo kiss".
"Bring me something." Booker's face lit up.
"Alright. But you have to be good." I replied.
"Okay!"
"Now, go eat lunch with your daddy while I finish packing."
I helped Booker up from the bed and down to the floor. Booker gave me a quick hug around the neck before running off, smiling the whole way. The grin immediately came to my face as I got up and began packing more clothes into my suitcase. Honestly, I was going to miss Booker while I was back in New York. I was gonna miss all the guys.
"I'm all packed." I heard Kevin's voice from behind me.
"Jesus, you scared me." I announced as I spun around, dropping a pair of boxer briefs on the floor.
"Sorry." He chuckled and entered the room. "My stuff's all ready."
"Okay." I gave a small smile and reached down to grab the underwear I dropped.
"Ya' know, I can't wait for us to be alone in New York." Kevin stated quietly as he walked up to me.
"This is business." I held a hand up to his chest, but gave an evil smile. "I'm going to New York because Garrett wants me to meet with a director."
"You know what I mean." Kevin whispered over my shoulder as I turned around to throw the underwear in the bag and zip it up.
"Yeah, I know." I smiled, knowing he couldn't see my face. "I don't know how you convinced Brian to stay with Booker while you came to New York with me."
"Easy. I told him that Booker needed one of his daddies with him on the first day of school. And that you couldn't go alone to New York when there were four other guys that could accompany you." Kevin looked as sly as he sounded.
"What were you two talking about in the bathroom?" I asked quickly as I set the suitcase on the floor, followed by my overnight bag and my backpack.
"He thinks you're pissed at him." Kevin shrugged.
"And..."
"I just told him that you're stressed about trying to find more work, Booker starting school, and whatnot. I told him you would come out of it once things started working for you."
"So, he doesn't suspect anything?" I gave Kevin a nervous look.
"Don't be so gullible. If he did suspect something--which he doesn't--he wouldn't think it was me." Kevin laughed lowly.
"Okay, good. Ofcourse, I don't want him thinking I'm cheating with anyone." I smiled up at Kevin.
"Don't worry. Everything's cool." He winked.
"Oh, wow." Kevin stated breathlessly as the bellboy opened the doors to my suite.
"Ain't bad, is it?" I laughed, walking in behind him.
"This director must really want you to be in his movie. I mean, look at this sucker! You haven't even done anything yet." Kevin laughed and ran across the room to open the balcony doors.
"Yeah, I guess so." I replied over my shoulder as I tipped the bellboy and waited for him to leave.
"You've got an amazing view of this whole dang town." Kevin stated in his drawl.
"This high up, I'd imagine." I teased as I locked the door. "I'm gonna go put my stuff up."
"Aight." Kevin stated, not really paying attention.
I shook my head with a smile as I began to lug my bags into the bedroom. When I got into the bedroom, it was my turn to be amazed. The sucker was huge. It was almost as big as my whole damn apartment I used to have in the city. Probably much cleaner, too. The whole room looked like royalty was supposed to be staying there. Again, there was another balcony that led off the side of the bedroom. The bed was a California King, with tons of pillows and what looked like a very warm and fluffy comforter. There were a few comfy looking chairs in the corner with a table in between, a huge T.V., and two different dressers.
With a grin, I set my suitcase and backpack on the bed and headed to the bathroom. The bathroom was just as stunning. Marble floors and counters and silver fixtures shone out at me as soon as the light was on. The tub was big enough for four, and immediately I noticed it had jets so it could be a hot tub. I was definitely moving up in the world--as far as hotels went anyway.
I quickly found a place for all my toiletries in the bathroom, then hid my overnight bag in the close. From what I saw, I was sure there was enough drawer space in the bedroom for both my stuff and Kevin's.
Kevin and I had flown out of LAX around one in the afternoon and arrived at La Guardia around six. By the time we got into the hotel room, dusk was settling in on us. Nothing was more beautiful than looking out over New York City at dusk, when all the lights began to come on. It always seemed very overwhelming to me, but in a good way.
Brian had been extremely cordial to me when the airport shuttle came to pick us up. He gave me a huge hug and several kisses, and told me to be safe. Then he reminded that Kevin was going to keep a close eye on me for him, so I better not try anything. Booker followed up with more hugs and kisses, reminding me I had to come back--and with presents. Nick, Howie and A.J. had to give us hugs as well before we could leave. I was extremely glad that Kevin was going with me--he seemed to buy me immunity from everyone worrying about me going to New York. When Kevin was there, everyone was safe. Or so it seemed.
"Whatcha doin', mister?" I looked up into the dresser mirror to see Kevin standing a foot behind me.
I looked down and realized I had already finished putting all my clothes in drawers. I was just standing empty handed in front of the dresser, staring at it.
"I don't know." I laughed at myself.
"Did you see the view?" He took the last step up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me backwards into his tight chest.
"From the balcony, or did you want me to look at something else?" I teased.
"Either or." He smiled back.
"I'm hungry." I sighed as I laid my arms on top of his across my chest.
"Whatcha hungry for? We can go out or order in." Kevin replied, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"This is weird." It just seemed to shoot out of my mouth as if I couldn't control myself.
"What?" Kevin looked into the mirror at me.
"This." I motioned at the two of us with one hand.
"What's weird about it?" Kevin asked the question without sounding the least bit offended.
I didn't know how to word it, or to explain how I felt. However, I had Kevin's arms wrapped around me. Kevin was still married. He was supposed to be straight. I was in love with Brian. Or atleast, I thought I still was. However, Brian had encouraged me to have sex with Nick and A.J. Why was sex with Kevin feeling like I had betrayed Brian?
"This feels like I'm having a sordid tryst and committing adultery." I tried to explain.
"Well, that's understandable. That's what we're doing." Kevin replied seriously, not the least bit of joking in his voice.
"Why was it okay for me to have sex with Nick and A.J., but now I feel like a total slut for having sex with you?" I turned in Kevin's arms to look into his eyes.
Kevin bit his lip, as if concentrating hard, and pulled me over to the oversized bed to sit with him. Kevin didn't speak until we were both seated and relaxed on the end of the bed, facing each other.
"Why do you think it makes you a cheater to have sex with me and not other guys?" Kevin asked.
"I thought you'd have the answer to that." I sighed.
"Why do you think that Brian didn't care if you had sex with Nick and A.J.?" Kevin asked again.
"'Cause he knew there was no way they were going to steal me away. There was no way that I'd fall...." I cut myself off sharply before I said it.
"No way you'd what?" Kevin urged me on.
"Nothing. This is just stupid. Brian wouldn't care." I smiled and got up.
"I love you, too." Kevin made me stop dead in my tracks, a few yards away from him.
I didn't quite know how to react to that. Slowly, I turned on my heels to face Kevin.
"I love you. I can honestly say I love you more than I loved Kristin. She doesn't love me. She loved marrying a famous guy with money. Kristin has no idea what loving someone truly means." Kevin sighed, obviously resigned to the fact that he got himself involved with a girl that wasn't worth it.
"But..."
"But you do. You know how to love and love back." Kevin's gaze burned into me.
I didn't answer, I just let him talk.
"I'll be honest with you, Matt. I don't really look at any guys and think I'd like to have sex with them. I'm not too fond of dick. However, I'm awfully fond of you." Kevin smiled, but kept it serious.
"But is that enough?" I slowly made my way back to the bed to sit next to him, keeping my eyes on his.
"It is for me. I love you. Is that enough for you?"
"Enough for me to what?"
"Want to leave Brian for me. Not that I'm pressuring you to do that."
Kevin had a quality that allowed him to say anything and not offend anyone or make them feel he was being confrontational. He was definitely an amazing guy.
"I don't know. I love him, too." I answered honestly, looking down into my lap.
"Then you have to figure out two things." Kevin stated.
"What's that?"
"How much you love me. And how much you love Brian." Kevin explained.
"Does love really even matter? I mean, what about responsibility?" I asked quickly.
"There's that. But what fun is life with only responsibility and obligation and no love? And will you hate yourself for choosing responsibility over love? Or vice versa?"
I sat there for a minute, thinking about what Kevin had just said.
"You're arfully smart." I said in my best 'hill-billy' accent.
"You are, too." Kevin laughed at me. "Probably smart enough to figure this out without me."
"Let's hope so." I sighed.
"Can I ask you for a favor?"
"Sure. What's that?" I looked up at him.
"Can we just enjoy our sordid tryst for this week? If you decide Brian's the way to go, I want to be sure I had this last week with you." Kevin couldn't keep the drawl out of his voice.
"Yeah, sure." I smiled as Kevin reached for my hand and interlaced his fingers with mine.
"I'm in the mood for something ethnic to eat." Kevin suggested before bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it gently.
"Into Asian men now are you?" I teased.
Kevin just rolled his eyes with a laugh.
"Well, how about Sushi?" I rolled my shoulders.
"I'm giving up women for now." He teased.
"Thai?"
"Too spicey."
"Indian?"
"Same problem." He turned his nose up.
"Chinese?" I laughed, running out of options.
"Sounds perfect." Kevin replied.
"In or out?" I asked.
"How about in. I don't want to go out."
"Well, why don't I go order while you unpack your things?" I asked.
"Sounds like a plan." Kevin replied and leaned in to kiss me gently on the lips.
(Part Thirty-Three)
"Okay, meet him at his office on West 83rd tomorrow. Gotcha." I spoke into the phone as I laid on the huge hotel bed, half nude.
"Right. Be there at ten o'clock sharp. Be about ten minutes early." Garrett's voice came back out at me.
"Yes sir. Anything else, or can I go to bed now?" I teased.
"Bugger off. Yes you can go to bed now." Garrett sighed in frustrated amusement.
"Oh goodie. Night night, sexy." I laughed into the phone.
"Ta."
I hung the phone back up--not an easy feat considering all the lights were out in the suite. Only the vague light peering thru the crack in the drapes gave any light to the room. Kevin was laying next to me, spooned up against me, holding me against him. His arm was draped across my midsection, holding my bare skin to his.
"I ate too much." Kevin groaned as he held me tightly to him.
The only thing from keeping the whole thing sexual was the boxer briefs we were both wearing.
"Awwww, poor baby. Does his belly need to be rubbed?" I asked, but managed to make it sound sincere and not a joke.
"Mmm-hmmm." Kevin groaned in agony.
"Roll onto your back." I turned on my side, pushing on his side slightly.
"Okay." Kevin grunted and groaned until he was on his back, belly up.
"Poor boy." I cooed again.
I placed a hand on his stomach and slowly rubbed it softly in a circular motion. Kevin had a washboard stomach, even if he had ate too much. It made me feel ridiculous rubbing his belly.
"Much better." Kevin sighed.
"Next time, don't eat the whole serving of Sesame Chicken by yourself." I scrunched in close to Kevin, spooning him as I rubbed his belly.
"Good advice." He chuckled.
"I don't know why you think you're belly is so full. It's still hard as a rock." I chuckled as my hand ran from his sternum down to the waistband of his boxer briefs.
"It just is." Kevin pouted fakely.
"I think you just like having me rub on you." I teased back.
"Well, that, too." I could almost see his grin in the dark.
"Getting fiesty, eh?" I stated half joking, half seducing.
I spooned up closer to Kevin, pressing the length of my body against him as I stroked his stomach. I made sure the tips of my fingers trailed along the waistband of his boxer briefs on each stroke.
"Maybe." Kevin replied, slowly turning to face me.
"Maybe? Well, when you're sure, let me know." I rolled away from Kevin, teasing.
"Oh no you don't." Kevin declared and yanked me back towards him roughly with a laugh.
"Watch out now, you know I like that rough stuff."
"Oh yeah?" Kevin spoke into my ear and pulled me back towards him again, pressing our bodies roughly to each other.
I laughed loudly, the air almost being crushed out of me. Kevin leaned down and bit me on the neck somewhat hard, but not hard enough to leave a mark, making me laugh loudly again.
"That's not what I meant!" I squealed as Kevin hugged me tightly, wrapping both arms around me and snuggling up to me.
"Somehow, I didn't figure it was." He laughed in my ear.
I smiled to myself and laid in bed with Kevin, his strong arms wrapped around me, and the makings of his erection poking into my ass. Kevin held me, and every now and then moved his hips slightly to shove himself against me more.
"You never tell me what you like." I said over my shoulder.
"Huh?" Kevin asked as he pushed his crotch into my ass again.
I turned as easily as I could in Kevin's embrace and faced him, my face almost touching his. When I spoke, my lips grazed his nose or lips.
"What do you like? Sexually, I mean." I explained.
"I still don't know what you mean. I mean, sex is sex, right?" Kevin replied, but pushed his crotch against mine.
"Yes and no. All guys love getting blowjobs, or shoving their dicks in an ass--or pussy." I threw the last one in for Kevin's sake. "But that's not all."
"You mean, fetishes?" I could almost see him blush as he drawled his response.
"Yeah. Fetishes, fantasies--you know, kinky stuff." I replied as I reached between us and let my hand lay on his crotch.
Kevin gasped slightly as my hand touched him.
"So?" I urged him on.
"Um, I like all the stuff you mentioned." Kevin stammered.
"Awwww, he's shy. He gets embarassed talking about sex." I teased Kevin as I rubbed him once thru his boxer briefs.
"It is embarassing." Kevin replied with a nervous chuckle.
"It's just me you're talking to. There's nothing to be embarassed about. It's just you and me." I let my lips brush against Kevin's as I rubbed his cock thru his underwear.
"I..oh god..I just don't want..unh..I don't want you to think I'm weird." Kevin grunted as I worked on his crotch.
"I won't, baby. I'd never think that." I leaned in to suck on his bottom lip.
"Slow down. I don't want to end this so soon." Kevin chuckled breathily.
I didn't answer, but I pulled my hand away from his crotch. Kevin didn't try to stop me when I pushed him onto his back slowly and straddled him, pushing my butt against his tented crotch. Once I was straddling him, I laid down slowly until my chest was pressed against his chest. My mouth was almost pressed against his lips. Kevin laid his hands on my hips as I breathed heavy on his mouth.
"There's something you don't know about me, sexy." I punctuated the sentence by pushing my ass against his cock.
"Oh god...what?" Kevin gasped.
"I'm trysexual." I stated.
"Huh?"
"I'll try anything once, and if I like it, I'll try it again." I let a laugh come from deep in my throat, deep and rich.
"I don't know whether to laugh or..." Kevin trailed off.
I could tell he was still embarassed.
"Or what? Fuck me?" I moved down 'til he could feel my lips brush his.
"Yeah."
"You want to fuck me?" I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered. "You want to shove your huge cock in my ass until I scream for you to stop?"
"God, Matt." The tips of Kevin's fingers dug into my hips.
"I want you to fuck me, Kevin. I'm dying to feel that fat cock stretching my asshole open wide until I can't take it anymore." I bit Kevin's ear.
At first I thought I had bit his ear too hard. Kevin drew air in threw his teeth quickly, making a hissing song and dug his fingertips into my hips harder. I knew I was going to have marks on my sides in the morning.
"Jesus, it's no wonder..." Kevin stopped as I stuck my tongue in his ear, making him hiss again.
"No wonder what?" I pulled away, but not far.
"It's no wonder Brian says you turn him on so much." Kevin finished, gathering his breath.
"He says that does he?" I teased before moving down to bite his neck softly.
"Oh..unh..yeah. He says you're the best, well, um...he's ever had." Kevin grunted as I found his right nipple and bit it.
"Best fuck?" I asked.
"Yeah. He says he..jesus this is embarassing." Kevin laughed lowly.
I sat up on Kevin, looking down at him now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark.
"He says what?"
"I can't, Matt. It's just..." Kevin stopped.
"Kevin, do I embarass you? Do I make you feel embarassed?"
"No, hell no, Matt. I'd never be embarassed by you." Kevin answered quickly, and put his hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me down to him.
"Then why can't you say what you want in front of me?" I stuck my tongue in my cheek, loving this type of foreplay.
"I'm not used to it." Kevin turned his head to the side.
It was almost endearing. I wanted to pull Kevin up to me and hold him. Here was this straight man that was embarassed to talk dirty in front of me. Or anyone for that matter. Straight men. Weren't they supposed to be these raunchy, ballsy, tacky creatures that thought sex meant nothing? Weren't they supposed to be uninhibited in bed? Wasn't Kevin, as a straight men--or mostly straight--supposed to tell me what he wanted to do to me, then do it?
"Finish your sentence. Tell me what you were going to say." I stated.
"Matt...."
"Tell me now. I want to hear you say it."
"He says..shit, he says you make him cum a gallon each time you two have sex." Kevin turned his head away again.
"That's a start." I chuckled and pushed my ass into Kevin's crotch.
"I guess."
"We're going to play a game, baby." I put my hands on Kevin's chest for support, looking down at him.
"A game?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna ask you questions. Each time you answer honestly and with no tact whatsoever, I'll do one thing for you. Something you'll love. No boundaries. Anything you want." I explained.
"Like what?" Kevin looked up at me, the interest showing in his face.
"What do you want me to do right now?" I twisted his right nipple.
"You'll think I'm weird." Kevin grunted from the pressure, obviously enjoying it.
"No, I won't. Just say it." I pushed a hand into his left pec for emphasis.
"Just one thing?"
"Just one thing you want as your first reward." I urged him on.
"I want you to, um, do some more of what you were doing to my ear." Kevin stated hesitantly.
"That's not weird. You want me to be rough?" I asked, massaging his chest.
"As rough as you want." Kevin sighed happily.
"What if I draw blood though?" I asked, somewhat teasing.
"I don't have any diseases." Kevin stated quickly.
"I wasn't worried about diseases." I laughed.
"Oh." Kevin thought about that. "I wouldn't hate it."
He said the last part as if he were ashamed.
"Tell me something nasty then, and I'll do it, baby." I pulled my hands away from his chest.
"Brian says...um..."
"Come on." I poked him in the chest.
"Brian says you're the best cocksucker he's ever had." Kevin shocked himself with his words.
I was definitely shocked he said a word that nasty.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" I said, utterly pleased.
"Well, no." Kevin laughed nervously.
I smiled for a moment, my hands rubbing on his chest. Kevin's cock was still poking into my ass thru both of our underwear. Without warning him, I leaned down to his ear. Kevin sighed as I licked his earlobe softly. Before he could get too comfortable with my tongue on his ear, I took the earlobe in my teeth and bit him softly, almost just nibbling. Kevin brought a hand up to the back of my head, groaning softly as I nibbled roughly on it.
Kevin gasped for air when I bit him harder, feeling his skin almost split from the pressure. His hips thrust up towards my ass as I got a slight metallic taste in my mouth. I knew I must have drawn blood, but I couldn't feel any liquid coming from his ear. It must have been a small amount.
God only knows why, but I locked my lips around his earlobe and began sucking roughly at his earlobe. I got another taste of blood. The metallic, raw taste was the only thing that let me know it was blood. Kevin was gasping for air roughly as I sucked at his earlobe, drawing as much blood as I could. Within a few seconds, the taste of rusty metal left my mouth. The amount of blood I had drawn was like what you get when you pick a scab. Just enough for a taste.
"Tasty." I licked my lips as I pulled back from Kevin, back to a sitting position.
"Jesus Christ, Matt." Kevin gasped, digging his hands into my hips once again.
"You like that?" I looked down at him, lust in my eyes.
"I didn't actually think you'd do it."
"Aren't you upset that you haven't fucked me before?" I teased.
"Immensely." He laughed at me.
"What do you want next?" I licked my lips again.
"After that?" He laughed--a relieved laugh. "I don't know what to ask for."
"Well ask away."
"My neck." Kevin stated quickly.
"What about it?"
"I want you to do the same thing to my neck. But please don't draw blood there." Kevin asked, the embarassment gone from his voice.
"Probably a good idea. There's a few important veins and arteries in there." I leaned down and licked his neck.
"What are you gonna give me?" I rocked my ass back against his cock once again.
"I don't want to tell you anything else." Kevin stated.
"Then I don't want to bite your neck." I was pissed, and started to get off him.
"Don't get mad, Matt." Kevin held me on him. "I meant I want to trade you act for act."
"Huh?" I didn't get it.
"If you are going to do something for me, I want to do something for you." He stated.
"I dont' follow."
"How about I kiss the head of your hard cock for you?" Kevin stated in a husky voice before grabbing the tent in my boxer briefs.
"Jesus!" I jumped back.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" Kevin apologized quickly.
"No, no, no. It wasn't bad. It just shocked me." I laughed.
Kevin still kept his hands away from me, as if he had done something wrong.
"Say it again." I moved back to Kevin, but this time I straddled his chest.
"What?" He looked confused and hurt.
"What you want to do for me."
"Oh." He smiled up at me. "I want to kiss the head of your fat..." He grabbed my crotch again, this time I didn't flinch. "hard, wet cock."
"And all I have to do is bite your neck?" I teased, pushing my hips towards him.
"For now." He teased back.
"I can't wait to hear the rest." I moved up until my crotch was inches from his chin.
Kevin grabbed my ass and pulled me up until my cock touched his lips. The only thing stopping him from kissing my cock was the boxer briefs. He looked up at me, lust in his eyes. I felt like shooting my load right there as he had my cock against his chin. However, Kevin stopped his actions, and just looked up at me.
"What's wrong?" I finally asked as he peered at my crotch.
"I had to stop." He stated whistfully, as if he was having an out of body experience.
"Why?"
"'Cause this is gonna be the first cock I've ever put my mouth to." Kevin stated lowly.
I thought about it for a second, then pulled back an inch or two from his chin.
"You don't have to. I don't want you doing anything you'll regret." I was serious.
"Get your cock back up here." Kevin grabbed my ass roughly, and this time pulled me up until my cock hit his nose. "I want to. I just want to savor the moment."
"Oh." I giggled nervously.
"I bet your cock tastes great." He breathed heavy on the front of my boxer briefs.
"Well, Brian hasn't bitched yet." I sighed as Kevin sucked on my cock thru my underwear.
"Shit!" Kevin pulled back quickly from my cock.
"What?" I was beginning to get self concious.
"Um, it was sweet!" Kevin laughed and tried to pull me to him again.
"What are you talking about?" I stood my ground.
"Your, um, precum. It's sweet." Kevin was actually licking his lips.
"Huh?" I laughed loudly.
"It tastes, I don't know, sweet." Kevin pulled me towards his face roughly.
"Sweet how?" I asked.
"Hell if I know, but I want to lick it off your cock." Kevin's choice of words made my cock harder, if that were possible.
"Well, I'm not gonna stop you. Go for it, sexy." I leaned back, resting my hands behind me on the bed, arching my back.
Kevin didn't reply, he just yanked down the waistband of my boxer briefs. My cock popped out and slung up to slap my stomach. My cockhead left a wet spot on my abs as it hit.
"Jesus, Matt." Kevin stated as he saw my dick so close for the first time.
"What?" I looked down at him.
"I've never wanted something like this so bad before." Kevin answered simply and planted his lips on my cockhead.
My back arched more, making my cock press against Kevin's lips. I tried to thrust hard enough to push my cock past his lips, but Kevin kept me from it.
"Uh, uh. It's your turn to do something else." Kevin wrapped his hand around my cock and kept me from shoving into his mouth.
"Shit, anything to have it in your mouth." I groaned, then leaned down to his neck.
"Then do it." Kevin grabbed the back of my neck.
"You sure you want me to bite your neck?" I asked, moving down quickly to put my lips against the skin of his neck.
"What else would there be?" Kevin breathed heavy.
"What else would you want?" I teased him, pushing my beared teeth to his neck.
"I want you....damn, Matt. This is sooo embarassing." I could see Kevin blush in the dark.
"Say it, damnit." I laughed.
"I want to try bondage." He stated quickly, as if he couldn't wait, for fear of 'chickening out'.
"You want to tie me up? You want to bind me to the bed and fuck my brains out?" I leaned down and bit the raw spot on Kevin's ear again.
"Oh shit." Kevin hissed as I bit him again.
"I want you to do it, too, sexy." I moaned as I lowered my ass to his crotch again.
"Matt..."
I attached my teeth to his ear and bit down hard, trying to bite in the same place as before. Kevin grabbed my head and held me to him as I pleasured him.
"I don't want that." Kevin spoke suddenly.
"Huh?" I pulled away from my ear.
"I don't want to tie you to the bed." Kevin grunted as my ass hit his hard cock again.
"What do you want?" I asked, apprehensively.
"I want you to tie me to the bed and have your way with me." Kevin stated, surprising me.
I sat back for a minute, and tried to judge Kevin's face in the dark.
"You didn't hear me wrong." He stated, as if reading my mind. "Bind me to the bed. Make me blow you, if you want. Make me take it up the ass. I want to pleasure you tonight. You doing that will make me cum like nothing else will."
I sat back on his rock hard cock for a moment, watching his face. Surely, I thought, I hadn't heard him right.
"Shove that fat cock down my throat and then fuck my ass 'til you nut." Kevin spoke clearly.
"Let me go find something to tie you to the bed." I groaned as Kevin grabbed my cock again.
(Party Thirty-Four)
"Do you have problem with nudity?" Clinnon sat across from me and asked.
"Clinnon, you know I don't. Why are you asking me these stupid questions?" I laughed as he 'interviewed' me for the job.
"Alright. Duly noted. Suffice it to say, I just ask everyone the same questions." Clinnon laughed with me.
"What the hell are you doing with a new studio funded picture so quickly after the last one went belly up?" I asked, placing my elbows on his desk, peering over the desk at him.
"Bloody lucky, I guess."
"Bloody very fucking lucky." I replied. "Why did you pick me again? Last time you chose me, the movie failed to see the light of day."
"But the first movie you did for me won Academy Awards for lots of folks that worked on it." Clinnon answered.
"True."
"So, when is a good time for you to start?" Clinnon asked.
"Where are we filming?"
"London."
"Can it wait until June?" I crossed my fingers.
"I was going to wait until August if necessary, but yes, June is fine." He looked extremely happy.
"June then." I replied.
"Excellent. I want you to enjoy the hotel all week long. On the studio ofcourse. These buggers can afford some hospitality." Clinnon gave the smile that only a few select people got to see.
"Don't worry, it'll go to great use." I laughed as I got out of the chair and collected my things.
"I'll have Kathryn fax the papers to Garrett so the two of you can go over them." He called after me as I reached his office door.
I turned slowly to look at him, bracing myself against the doorframe with one hand. "Clinnon? Um, thank you. Alot."
"I heard you weren't awfully busy lately." He answered graciously.
"Very true."
"And who's better than you?" He slathered the compliment on.
I laughed loudly at his expression. "Thanks again."
"We'll be in touch!"
I got several friendly smiles from the staff in the office as I made my way back out to the street. They all seemed to love their jobs, which was a completely foreign concept to me when it came to office workers. The crowd of folks traveling the street on foot showed thru the heavy glass doors at the front of the office. The sight almost made me want to stay in the office. If I hadn't known Kevin was somewhere out there waiting on me, I probably would have.
The doors pushed open for me, exposing me to the street sounds and smells. There was something to be said for New York and anonymity. Nobody seemed to care that I was standing in the doorway. I was just another obstacle in their path on the way to wherever they were going. Ofcourse, with that many people walking, you have to keep up or get run over. Not that L.A. was so much better.
A quick glance up and down the sidewalk and I spotted Kevin sitting on a bench, taking a drink from a styrofoam container. I didn't know why, but I smiled. Widely. He seemed to not have noticed me, and instead continued looking toward the street, watching the thoroughfare. I let the glass doors to the office close behind me and made my way over to the bench.
"Hey there, handsome." I sat down next to him.
"Did you know that they wanted six bucks for a small cafe mocha?" Kevin stated blandly.
"Why didn't you just go to Starbuck's? It's not much cheaper, but still cheaper."
"'Cause Starbuck's is ten city blocks that way," Kevin motioned down the street,"and I didn't know how long I had before you were done."
"Damn, I wanted some coffee, too." I sighed and crossed my legs, folding my arms across the top knee.
"Venti Mocha Frap." Kevin smiled widely and pulled a Starbuck's cup from his other side and handed it to me.
"You big fat liar." I laughed and snatched the cup from him.
"I know you need your caffeine fix." Kevin scootched over until his hip was touching mine and laid a hand on my knees.
"Mmmmm, good shit." I smiled as I swallowed the first drink.
"It better be for four-fifty."
"God dang you're a tightwad." I teased him and laid my head on his shoulder.
"Isn't this nice to do in public?" Kevin laid his head against mine.
"What?"
"Being affectionate."
"Oh yeah, it is." I smiled slightly.
Honestly, I hadn't thought about us being in public. However, since Kevin and I had already landed in the papers for our gay club adventure, this was tame. Besides, I was beginning to not care what people knew--or thought they knew--about me.
"It's really nice." I sighed contentedly.
"So, how'd the meeting go?" Kevin asked.
"Clinnon is my hero." I replied.
"You got the job?" Kevin sat up quickly and smiled cheerfully.
"Yes sir. I start next June." Kevin's smile was contagious.
"That's great, Matt!" Kevin squeezed my thigh.
"If I didn't have Clinnon, I don't know what I'd do. He's been a wonderful back up plan." I teased.
"Clinnon knows quality. Besides, you rock. Some folks just don't understand that." Kevin's drawl came out thick.
"I guess so." I giggled shyly and took another big sip of my coffee.
"We need to celebrate tonight." Kevin stood up slowly.
"How?" I took Kevin's hand and stood.
"I'm thinking dinner, movie, and lots more sex." Kevin moved his face close to mine to say the last part.
"You're a damn animal." I laughed as Kevin laced his fingers thru mine and began to walk down the street towards our hotel.
"I know. But this time, you're not gonna top me. I was hurtin' like a mother this morning." Kevin blushed.
"Awwww, poor Kevy-Kev. He had his cherry busted." I whispered in his ear with a laugh.
"My butthole hurts." Kevin deadpanned, making me laugh, as he held my hand and led me down the street.
"That looks awesome on you." Kevin stated as I exited the changing room.
"I don't know if I can wear this in L.A., though. It's a bit too warm-ish for that climate." I sighed.
I had to admit, the outfit I was in looked good. The ribbed, sleevless orange turtleneck was an Orage creation. The ski-jeans were slightly baggie in the legs, but fitted thru the waist. They were a dark navy blue, created by Hilfiger. Over the turtleneck, I had a thin denim jacket that was dark like the jeans.
"I have a pair of orange Versace sunglasses that would go with this, though. It'd probably look too goranimal, though."
"You look totally hot in it." Kevin winked at me from his seat.
"Do you realize that this outfit altogether would cost just under a thousand bucks?" I laughed at the stupidity of the situation.
"If you throw in those Prada's over there, that would bring the total way over a thousand." Kevin urged me on.
"Nah, I just can't do it. One outfit shouldn't cost more than ten outfits I can buy at Old Navy. If it was something I could wear to a fundraiser, premiere, something...."
"Well, you never know. You might have to go to a benefit for Olympic skiers with a soft spot for denim." Kevin joked.
"You're just a label queen." I teased back.
"I'm the king here, damnit." Kevin shook a finger at me.
"Not last niiiiiiight." I sang with a smile as I let myself back into the changing room.
"You're such a punk." Kevin laughed as I closed the drape behind me.
The outfit definitely wasn't a good idea. Sure, I looked good in it, but it was a ridiculous price to pay for one outfit. After I got changed, I led Kevin out of the store without buying anything. Kevin seemed overly disappointed. He obviously wanted me to buy something expensive so he wouldn't have to. We spent the rest of the daylight hours walking thru New York, seeing the sights, and what had changed. We even went by my old apartment long enough to find out that an old lady with twenty million cats was living in it.
For some reason, Kevin thought it was funny to say that "atleast that stayed the same". Well, he laughed until I told him laughing makes me less horny. When it began to get dark outside, we went back to the hotel. Kevin plopped down on the big sofa in the living room while I went into the bathroom and began to peel off my clothes. A soak in the huge tub in the bathroom sounded awfully good to me at that point. I quickly filled the tub with suds and water. I managed to get stripped down and into the bubble bath before Kevin caught on.
"Whatcha doin'?" Kevin entered the bathroom with two drinks, and sat on the side of the tub.
"I was here first!" I announced.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna try to make you get out." He laughed at me.
"Good. I was afraid we were going to have to wrestle."
"Well, definitely. But not right now." He smiled and handed me one of the drinks.
"What's this?" I asked, lifting my head up as I took it.
"Gin and tonic."
"Oh, groovy." I sighed before taking a sip. "What do you want to do about something to eat?"
"I want to try that Indian place we passed on our way back here." Kevin sipped his drink, then grabbed a washclothe and began rubbing slowly on my half-exposed chest.
"That could be good." I sighed as Kevin slowly cleaned my front.
"You want to eat there, or here?"
"It's all up to you." I stated as Kevin's hand went under the water to my stomach.
"Let's eat up here again." Kevin suggested.
"Here in our safe little hotel room, eh?" I teased.
"Yeah. Just you and me." Kevin let his hand play across my waist, just above my crotch.
"If you don't stop that, we won't ever get around to eating." I teased him, biting my lower lip.
"Well, we can't have that." Kevin dropped the clothe and pulled his hand out of the water.
"Tease."
"Yeah, well, we'll settle that later." He grinned evily. "What do you want to eat?"
"Any type of curry and some chutney will do it. And we'll need some pita bread."
"Okay, sexy. I'll go pick it up. Have your butt out of there when I get back." He winked at me.
"Why do I have to do everything?" I groaned, teasing him back.
(Party Thirty-Five)
"Oh jesus! Good lord!" Kevin practically shouted as he reached for his gin and tonic.
"What?" I replied as I took another bite of the curry.
"I didn't know the Curry Der Macchi would be this spicey." He coughed, tears in his eyes.
"It's not that bad." I stated as I kept eating.
"Screw you." He laughed, rubbing his eyes.
"After I eat." I winked, taking another bite.
I had to admit, the food was rather spicey. Kevin, not knowing about Indian curry, had gotten the spiciest they had available at the restaraunt. I had failed to tell him that curry is spicey in general, anyway.
"You didn't tell me it would be this spicey!" Kevin groaned.
"You didn't ask." I replied, starting to feel sorry for him.
"I didn't think to. I can't eat this." Kevin pushed his plate back slightly.
"Poor boy." I got up from my seat across from him and walked around the table to him.
Kevin moved back in his chair a bit for me as I sat down in his lap. Kevin watched me as I tored a piece of pita bread in half and spread a small amount of the chutney on it.
"How about this?" I brought it to his lips.
Kevin looked at me apprehensively, but took a bite off of the bread as I held it for him, his arms wrapped around my waist.
"That's not that bad." Kevin gave a small smile.
"Good, you can fill up on that." I leaned down and kissed his lips softly.
"Even your lips are spicey." Kevin pulled away with a full smile this time.
"Now, try the curry this way." I got a fork full and held it up to his lips.
Kevin opened his lips tentatively, and let me put the fork in his mouth. I slowly pulled the empty fork away, and attached my mouth to his, shoving my tongue in his mouth. Kevin let his tongue roll into my mouth as he tried to figure out how to swallow the bite of curry.
"It tastes much better that way." Kevin finally got the bite swallowed and pull back a bit from me.
"It tasted good to me, too." I kissed the tip of Kevin's nose and started to get up.
"Uh uh." Kevin yanked me back down, pulling me in directions he wanted until I was straddling his lap, his crotch pressed against mine.
I gasped as Kevin grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head quickly and roughly. He reached behind me and dipped his finger in the chutney and brought it forward to my chest. I smiled as he slathered the chutney over my right nipple with his finger, then lowered his mouth to it. A soft moan escaped my lips as Kevin sucked the chutney back off my chest.
"I wonder what you can suck it off of." Kevin pulled back, tongue in cheek.
"You're not sticking your dick in the food, Kevin." I teased him.
"Damnnit!"
"Poor boy. Besides, I think your cock might be too sensitive to smear it on, sexy." I ruffled his hair and slowly rose off his lap.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kevin grabbed my wrist.
"Nowhere without you." I reached out and grabbed his hand, helping him out of his chair.
"Oh, well that's okay then." He smiled as I pulled him up.
"So, what shall we do now?" I teased him as I led him towards the bedroom.
I was walking backwards, holding Kevin's hands, as he followed me.
"I'm sure we can think of something." Kevin growled lowly.
"Oh, I know we can." I replied, stopping and cupping his crotch thru his khakis.
Kevin let out a gasp and jumped slightly, then pulled me towards him and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I returned his kiss, and grabbed his crotch roughly before beginning to rub him again. Kevin's cock quickly got hard in his khakis. He obviously wasn't wearing underwear because his cock snaked out, down his pant leg, making a long, solid bulge down the leg. I slid my hand up and down the length of him as I kissed him.
"Oh jesus." Kevin had to pull away from me and brace himself against the wall as I stroked him thru his pants.
"You like that?" I moved up until my lips were up against his and spoke softly.
"Hell yeah I do." Kevin grunted as I ripped his pants open.
Kevin gasped loudly as I pushed his pants and boxers down to mid thigh and wrapped my hand around his cock.
"Oh yeah, stroke me, baby." Kevin grunted as I slid my hand up and down the length of him.
His cock was already slick with precum, making my hand slide up and down easily. I started to lower myself to my knees when Kevin growled loudly and leaned down, pushing my boxers to my ankles. Kevin yanked them off as I lifted a foot at a time and threw them away from us. He grabbed my roughly by the hips and pulled me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his middle. Kevin pushed me up against the wall he had been bracing himself against and bit my neck roughly, almost making me scream.
Kevin reached under my ass and grabbed his cock, guiding it to my ass. I gasped loudly as he slid it into me in one thrust. Immediately, he grabbed my already hard cock and began jerking me in time to his thrust up into me. I immediately began grunting and moaning loudly as Kevin fucked me roughly. Suddenly, Kevin thrust into me and growled like an animal. All of the sudden, we were on the floor, and my legs were on his shoulders while he thrust his long cock into me over and over while he jerked my cock roughly.
Kevin's hand sliding up and down my cock had me gasping for air quickly. I knew it would be just a few seconds before his hand was covered in my cum. I didn't know what to think when Kevin pulled his cock out of me suddenly and slid down my body to take my cock down his throat in one swallow. I grabbed his head roughly and thrust once. When my cockhead hit the back of his throat, my cock unloaded. Kevin's throat flexed around my cock as he swallowed shot after shot of my cum. After the first few spurts, he jerked me out of his throat and jerked me off, sending the rest of my cum flying into his face and hair.
I groaned in ecstasy as he rubbed my cock into his cum streaked features. After he was sure I was spent, Kevin crawled up and straddled my chest and began pumping his cock over my face. I grabbed his cock with both hands and helped him jerk himself off. Kevin began grunting wildly, then at the last second, jammed his cock into my mouth. Right away I felt his cum pumping out of his cock and into my mouth. After two spurts, he pulled back out and just leaned back while his cock continued to spurt wildly onto my face. When he was finished cumming, I wrapped my lips around him and began to suck him clean.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Hey, does everyone remember how I wrote those sections where Matt was starring in a movie about the life of Michael Alig--I called it "Club Kids". Well, just a bit of trivia--Macauley Culkin is going to be in a movie on the life of Michael Alig called "Party Monster". I'm a trendsetter officially! Go me! LOL Until next time.....