This was *so* sweet I was caught up between upheaving or giggling. Also, this is a really important chapter character-developement wise! (lmaoooo, like I know what I'm talking about) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “No Justin! I said no!” “Brian! Stop being such a baby!” Okay, before this goes on I need to fill you in. As of right now I’m huddled in the corner of his bed, knees to my chest absolutely REFUSING to bottom. “If I can do it then you can, I mean, I know it hurts, but it’s not as bad as you make it out to be,” he tries to convince me, like I’m some kind of scared little virgin. “Well, I can’t do that. I’m sorry. You’ve always known I hate bottoming, no matter who I’m with. Why are we even having this conversation?” “Because I wanna hit that!” He sounds like a snotty nosed kid in a candy store. “You’re not hitting anything. Period. Take it or leave it.” I say stubbornly and he growls. “I just mean, if you’re decision is never working on your problem, then I guess I’m going to have to make the same one.” Problem? WHO said I have a problem? I. Don’t. Want. To. Bottom. I use it against him. “So our entire relationship is based on your whim to fuck me?” Psh, that’s weak Kinney – we aren’t even IN a relationship. “No! But that’s cheap. It’s not intimate. I want someone I can be intimate with. The best sex of my life was with you – well, the only sex of my life - and I want that. But I don’t want to do this if I can give you myself and you can’t do the same thing back.” Fucking frickin’ fuckers. Can someone please explain to me how he ALWAYS gets the upper hand? Tricks in the past have tried everything. Hours of foreplay, more rim jobs then I’d care to think about, fingers up my ass like nothing else, but I just couldn’t deal with their cocks. It hurt way too much. I felt like I could die from the pain. I just… I couldn’t. I want Justin to be different. I really do. I want to feel him inside me almost as much as he wanted to feel me from the inside. I want Justin to be the one to fuck me and make it not hurt. I did. I do. I just don’t feel like trying to explain all of this to him. Not because I’m a pussy, but because it IS intimate…it can make you get…attached. “Brian.” He bends over his bed and takes out a small packet, “Well, whatever you’re excuse is, we’re going to try it.” I glance at him and he’s rolling a joint, licking the side. “I figure pot is the best approach. It makes you horny.” He smirks at me. I stare. He lights up the joint and he actually takes a hit, holding the smoke in his lungs and tapping the unlit end of the joint. He breathes it back out in a gush and crosses the room naked, handing it to me. “You just smoke and I’m gonna go shower.” He says and I take it from him, still staring. Why is he showering? So I can get high? Whatever. By the time Justin comes back out of the bathroom, towel drying his blonde hair, I’ve finished the joint and am spread eagle on the bed. “Feeling better?” Justin asks, dropping the towel to the floor and coming over to the bed. I nod and reach for him, pulling him atop me. I rub my hands against his chest, feeling for leverage at his hips. The skin there is pliable, my fingers sinking in a little. He holds himself up on his arms on either side of my shoulders, kissing my forehead before dragging his lips lower, following the bridge of my nose. I open my mouth, accepting his tongue instantly, digging my fingers harder into his sides. My tongue laps below his briefly, soaking up his taste and feeling the hard ridge of his straight lower teeth. What the fuck am I doing? “Bri, are you hi-igh?” Justin asks in a sing-song voice, almost teasing me. I just nod, reaching for him desperately. I want to feel his tongue again. I free one hand from between us, moving it up and pulling it through his hair. He’s kissing down my chest, stopping to suck on my neck, lightly grabbing flesh between his teeth and rolling his tongue against it. I shiver in his arms, already filled with blunt, drooling pleasure from the pot. Justin’s tongue traces my right collar bone, delving into the bowl at the base of my throat. His head goes lower and his lips rub against my sternum before he’s distracted by my nipple. He twists and sucks on one, tongue flicking against the sensitive bud before going to the other, scraping his teeth against it. God this is hot. “Turn over,” he mumbles, sitting up off of me. I roll my eyes but do as he says, shifting my head to the side as he leans his own down. We kiss again like this, my cheek pressed into the bedspread and Justin’s palms on my shoulder blades. He sits up, pressing his warm hands against my lower back. He shifts his grip around, grabbing my hips and pulling my lower body up onto my knees. The position makes me nervous and I duck my head, forehead against my folded arms so I’m staring upside down at my own body and between my own legs. Justin’s behind me and I watch his hand slip down and grasp my cock, pulling at it. It’s interesting to watch him jerk me off from this angle, with the marijuana and the blood rushing to my head making me dizzy. With his other hand, Justin’s pressing a finger against my ass, searching for my entrance. His finger traces my hole gently, massaging it and I twitch and moan. He slips his finger in just a little. “You alright?” He asks as I let out a moan that’s more of a squeak, jerking. He’s a fast learner. “Uh-huh.” I keep my eyes on his hand stroking my erection as his finger continues to explore my ass, pressing in a little deeper and twisting. I close my eyes and sigh through my nose. He pushes his finger up my ass as deep as it’ll go- I feel the rest of his hand pressing against me. My whole body stiffens up and I moan again. His finger moves inside of me and I gasp out as it forms a few circles. “Does it feel okay?” It feels great. Right now. “Uh huh,” I manage, swallowing heavily. He pulls his finger back and breathes across my tight entrance, spreading my ass cheeks and putting his face even closer. His tongue licks my hole and traces it teasingly. I want him, I want him inside. Shit, I sound like such a faggot. His tongue pushes forward, shoving inside of me wetly. He’s not jerking me off anymore, but I don’t care. He’s playing with my balls, rolling them in his fingers and pushing his tongue in and out of my ass and I’m just moaning, gripping my eye lids shut. We do this for a while, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm repeatedly. He tugs at my balls, switches his rhythm and keeps me from losing it. He finally sits up, running his hands across my lower back. “How bad do you want me right now?” he asks. I close my eyes tightly. “Really bad,” I whimper, panting. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says softly, kissing the small of my back. “I know.” He stands up and I sit back on my haunches, watching him. He’s naked and sweating, erection bobbing between his legs as he goes to the table for the bag from earlier. He takes out a familiar white tube- K-Y jelly, and a … dildo. “Justin, are you crazy?” I demand, backing up to the head of the bed. He laughs and shakes his head. “No! It’s the smallest one I could find.” He glances at it, turning the thing over in his hands. “It’s not too big. You can take this.” He tosses the red rubber cock to me. I catch it and stare at it with a look of shock. I’ve never used toys in bed before- I’ve never wanted to. It’s about four inches and not thick at all, and I figure I probably CAN take it. It’s worth a try anyway. “What’s the switch for?” I ask, turning it over. “Vibrator.” Justin says, sitting back down on the bed. I click the switch on and sure enough the dildo starts shaking in my hand, squirming as if it has a life of its own. “That’s sick,” I say, almost dropping it due to the motions. “I bet it’ll feel good though. The lesbian at the front desk said-“ “Lesbian?” “Well, I had to ask someone who knew something about dildos, didn’t I?” “That’s weird. We don’t use rubber vaginas-“ “Brian, just turn over again.” Justin says, squirting the lube into his hands. He takes the dildo from me as I turn back over, watching my feet so I don’t kick him. “Get on all fours,” he orders and I do as he says, feeling his greasy fingers rub between my ass cheeks once more. He presses a finger in again, sliding it in and out gently. He forces another in after a few moments and I gasp, letting my upper body fall forward, ass in the air. His fingers work in and out, pressing in deep each time so I gasp louder. “Squeeze,” he says, his fingers so deep up my ass and pressing my spot right on. I twitch, body tensing and contract my ass muscles. I know what he’s trying to do- wear me out so I’ll relax. “I’m gonna put this up your sweet ass now, okay?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, just pulls his fingers from me and presses the head of the dildo against my entrance. “Ung, stop! It hurts, JUSTIN!” I cry out as he shoves the dildo in. He pauses and I breathe in and out in harsh pants. “Ow! It really fucking hurts! OW!” “I know it, but just give it a second, okay?” He leans his stomach forward against the dildo, making it go in a little more. I groan and screw my face up against the pain. I really don’t want him to stop. I want to give this to him. It just hurts so BAD. “Okay, okay,” I breathe and he slams the length of the dildo up my ass, making me fall forward. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT JUSTIN!” I scream it, trying to pull away from him, but he wraps his arms around my hips and pulls me against his stomach. I want the pain and the pressure to go away, but his abdomen is keeping me from ridding myself of the rubber cock up my ass. “Shhhh, shhh!” Justin soothes, stroking my stomach and cock. I’m not hard anymore; I hurt too much to have a boner. I’m trembling and I fall completely on the bed, Justin on top of me. He’s pressing against the dildo, making it shift inside of me and that hurts too. “Jus! It HURTS, okay?! It really HURTS.” “Just give it a minute,” he says and I struggle beneath him, on the verge of tears. “I don’t want to give it a minute! I didn’t want to do this! It fucking HURTS!” “You do want this and you know it, so just breathe!” He grabs me by the shoulders, turning me over and I arch my lower back up from the bed to relieve the pressure. He leans between my legs and I throw them over either one of his sturdy shoulders. I’m panting and I close my eyes, resting my head back. Justin strokes my hair from my face gently, still making soft, cooing noises. My cock is in his other hand and he’s rubbing it softly, twirling his fingers around the head. I focus on that, the feel of his hand easing up and down my thickening length, and I’m still uncomfortable, but it’s not so bad. I dare to open my eyes and he’s watching me with round, wet eyes. “I love you,” He says softly and kisses me gently, his tongue tenderly lapping at my own. We kiss for a few moments, my legs around his hips but gradually slipping down lower and I’m getting use to that thing up my ass. “I know you do,” I mumble, running my long fingers through his hair. “If you didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing this.” He grins and kisses my cheek, lips scraping the stubble. “I’m gonna turn it on, okay?” he says and I nod. He pulls back and I lift my legs to his to his strong shoulders once more. He flips the switch and presses the toy deeper up my ass. It’s digging firmly against my prostate, vibrating hard inside of me and I tremble. “Oh god, uh,” I moan, twisting. “Are you alright?” “Fuck,” I mumble, nodding. “Fine, fine.” He slides down my chest, holding my cock in one hand. He guides it into his warm mouth, taking hold of the dildo in the other. My legs wrap around his neck as he pulls the dildo out part way and then pushes it back in. I moan and my hips jerk, cock hitting the back of his throat. He gags and pulls back a little before he chokes, starting to fuck me slowly with the rubber dick. He returns his mouth to my cock, rolling his tongue along the underside and pressing the toy in deep again. I moan and contract, nearly cumming. The dildo is dug into my spot again, moving against it and I shudder. “Oh Jus,” I sigh out. He glances up, pulling his mouth from my cock with a slurping sound. “Does it feel good yet?” I nod. “Uh huh. Really good, oh, really really good. Do it a little harder.” He complies, sitting back on his knees and watching his hand shove the thing in and out of my ass. “Fuck, Jus, oh, fuck, so good. Unh. Really good, don’t stop,” I moan, letting my hips roll forward on their own accord. He shakes his head. “You’re so hot, Brian. I love you so much.” He keeps working the rubber dick in and out, now going faster and harder, making me tense each time he thrusts it in. He’s leaning forward, putting his weight into shoving the dildo and I’m so close… “Justin, don’t make me cum yet, please. Don’t make me…” I squirm and he stops. I still want to feel something inside of me, so I figure now’s the time to do it, when my very being is aching to be defiled. “Take me,” I say, looking right at him. Oh my GOD I sound like a love-struck faggot. But I’m not! Not!!! “Are you ready?” he’s always sweet and full of concern. “Just do it.” “It’ll hurt,” he says like I didn’t know. I just nod and keep staring at him. He straightens up, looking around for the K-Y again, which had fallen off the bed. He takes the dildo out of my ass and tosses it to the floor before squirting the cool gel into his palm and rubbing it over his throbbing cock. “You’ve gotta stop tensing up.” He says,“You gotta relax.” Since when did he become a sex instructor? “I can’t,” I moan, as his hand closes around my cock and he strokes the length easily. “Mmmhuh, just breathe,” he mutters, pushing himself in a little deeper. All over again my muscles spasm, jerk, and tense up making me gasp for oxygen. I can’t seem to get enough in my lungs. He’s hurting me so bad right now, but I can’t very well make him stop. We’re so close at actually doing this, I can’t stop now. Not to mention I’m hard and I’m turned on, and want him so much. Even if it hurts, I want to feel him all the way inside of me. “Just do it, real quick.” I command, feeling like I’m going to die if he goes in any more or if he pulls out. He looks like he’s about to cry and his eyes close, the sweat standing out on his forehead. He shoves his cock hard up my ass, pelvic bone smacking the backs of my thighs. I cry out, loud enough for the whole building to hear. “oh FUCK! OmyGOD! Justin! Oh god!” I twist, grabbing a fistful of my own hair in one hand and pulling at it hard. “That hurt so fucking MUCH, holy fucking SHIT!” “I’m sorry Brian!” Justin cries out too, his weight against my legs. I shift them, letting him fall almost on my chest. He pushes his arms between my legs, propping himself up with his palms braced beside my ribcage on the bedspread. My knees press against his hot sides and we both stay like that for more then a minute. Neither one of us seem to be able to move or breathe. We kiss, tongues palpating and rubbing, my palms stroking his cheeks. I know I’m going to be sorer then anything in the morning, but this is so worth it right now. What can I say? This is making love. We’re both moaning and panting and looking right into each other’s eyes the whole time. I’m tracingpatterns on his arm, decorating them, and running my fingers through his hair. He’s thrusting in and out gently, studying my face as if to engrave it in his memory. I can’t last much longer, even though I want to. I’m about to tell him this, but then I catch his eye again and he just nods. I can see it in his own eyes, all blue with intricate highways of gold imbedded in the light sapphire. “Take me,” I whimper, throwing my head back. He thrusts a little harder, grinding at the end of each. He’s hitting my spot dead-on and it feels amazing- it doesn’t even hurt. His fingers wrap around my erection once more, stroking me off and shifting his hips as he presses in again. “Uhn, uuh… Jus…Justin, oh.. oh god, JUSTIN!” I’m cumming in messy ribbons, withering and contracting, never having had an orgasm that had felt so good before. “You done?” He grunts, still shoving in. “Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop loving me,” I beg, so exhausted I can hardly hold my eyes open or realize what I’m saying. “I’ll never stop loving you,” he assures, thrusting in a little harder three more times before he cums too, inside of me for the first time ever. It feels so good, so perfect, I wanna start crying. I don’t though, I just let him pull out before crawling into his arms as he lays out next to me. “I knew you could do it,” Justin coos with affection, kissing the top of my head. He breathes in and laughs into my hair. “You smell like sex.” I grin and shrug. “Good.” We just lay like that for a long time, intertwined with each other, before getting up to shower off the lube and sweat from our bodies. Happy Valentine’s day. - - - - - - - - -- - - - - PLEASE review, don't rely on others so I'll do it! kisses, liz