Author's Notes: An extra big special thanks to KJ! Who has moved, started a new job, and become catholic all in the last two weeks – and has still managed to beta for me! MWAH! As for the rest of you, I hope you enjoy but don’t get too porn spoiled!
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Brian's POV
I woke up this morning, after having managed to roll off of Justin at some point during the night, scared that after our one night Justin will have regrets. I lay there for several minutes just staring at him. He makes a very enticing picture, naked with the cover barely covering his legs, dried sweat and semen all over him, hair tousled and standing on ends; generally just looking very debouched and sensual.
Justin's POV
When I started to wake up I could instantly tell I was being watched, so I slowly opened my eyes and found myself staring into Brian's. What I saw there shocked me; fear. I chuckled a little to myself thinking I was the one who should feel afraid but I had never felt calmer in my entire life. I smiled at him to reassure him and then told him I wanted to give him back some of the pleasure he had given me.
"Brian, can I touch you? I'd like to make you feel as good as I felt last night"
His first response is just a sharp intake of breath, but then he smiles a little in relief and tells me to go ahead.
"I need a little instruction here Brian; I don't know what to do." He chuckles a little while I blush in embarrassment.
"Okay Justin, I'll talk you through it, what do you want to do?"
"I'd like to….umm….I'd like to put my mouth on you." I look into his eyes after I manage to say it and he smiles and nods at me.
"Okay, first thing to remember is to start out slowly, kissing and fondling, and well … apparently having this discussion, will make me hard. Then when you are ready start by licking different areas of it, the head is the most sensitive area."
"Okay." I try and remember what he did to me yesterday and where I will position my body and what I'll do with my hands….
"Stop thinking. Just feel. Whatever felt good to you, will feel good to me."
He leans over and kisses me, long and intense, I feel him shift backwards away from me but my body follows so our lips can stay connected until I'm now leaning over him.
Breaking away from the kiss, I kiss a path down his jaw, neck then onto his chest. I consider just skipping down to his cock now, but I remember how good it felt when he played with my nipples so I decide to do the same. I spend a few minutes tonguing each one and marveling at how they grow hard and erect.
Moving on I work my way down his torso, stopping briefly to dip my tongue into his navel, then continue down his body. When I reach his groin his cock is hard, large, and dripping. I feel a sense of hunger in me and I can't wait to taste him.
Eagerly I start to take his penis into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat and I choke.
"Easy Justin, easy," he keeps repeating over and over while I cough for a short while.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. That's why I said to take it slow, it will be awhile before you are able to take it all the way in, it takes practice." He and I grin at each other when we realize just how much practice we can get in during the next three months.
I reposition myself between his legs and dip down to start again. This time I listen to his advice and start slow. I like the moisture that is on the head and I'm surprised at the salty taste, it tastes good so I keep lapping it up. I discover that every time I lick the slip, I'm rewarded with more moisture. Above me I hear Brian groan.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, you're just torturing me!"
I understand that to be a hint to move on and do something else, so I run my tongue down the underside of his cock and back up. When my tongue gets back near the head, just under the ridge, his cock jerks a little and I learn that that spot is sensitive for him, so I spend a minute flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth across that spot.
I feel a little more relaxed now so I wrap my lips around the head and use my tongue to tease open the slit again.
"Make it wet Justin, and you can use your hand on the shaft to help, but do NOT try and use the injured one."
I open my mouth slightly around the head and let some saliva drip down onto the head until it eventually starts to run down the shaft of his cock. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and rub it up and down slowly. I tighten my lips back around the head and move down his penis until I bump into my own hand. With my tongue flattened on the underside I move my head back off his cock and follow it with my hand. I settle into a steady up and down motion until Brian is writhing under me and groaning loudly.
I can tell he is trying to resist thrusting up into my mouth or grabbing my head, so I break off his cock for a moment and make eye contact with him. He opens his eyes and looks into mine letting out a very loud groan. This time when I start the up and down motion again he lets himself put his hands on my head, gently running his hands through my hair.
"Justin…Justin I'm….Justin I'm going to…..Just!" He groans out and then his body tenses and his warm fluid is filling my mouth. I quickly try and start to swallow it all, but some trickles out the side of my mouth and onto my chin. When I move my body up beside his he leans up and licks his own fluids off my chin and then kisses me deeply. After a minute we both just collapse back onto the bed and go back to sleep.
Eventually hunger drives us both from the bed and into the kitchen. We are standing in his kitchen while he cooks eggs, both in underwear only. His are white and tight, reaching about mid-thigh. Mine are grayish and looser but about the same length. I try and hide from him that just watching him has made me hard again and carry on a regular conversation.
"Tell me about what's been going on around here while I've been gone."
"Uh, well….the usual really. A few of the farms are struggling because the husbands or sons have gone off to fight and there just aren't enough hands. We got word that two of the boys who left the morning you did have died. Your mother stops by occasionally to talk to me. I think she is lonely without you or your father there, and I know she regrets sending you away last year."
"It's a little late for her to have regrets." I know I sound bitter but I just can't help myself.
"Justin. She was trying to follow her husband's wishes. You're a man, you have a lot more freedoms than she does, without her husband she's not allowed to own land, she can't vote, she was scared and just reacted to the situation without thinking it through."
"I know. In my head I know, but I was still seventeen and she sent me to a war where I could easily be killed."
"Don't. Please don't. You have no idea what it felt like to find you laying on the ground bleeding. And you don't know how your mother felt. You have three months, I realize it won't be easy but perhaps before you are gone you can find it in yourself to forgive her.
"Brian every day is scary. Every day is hard. She left me no real choice. She chose her husbands beliefs over her own son's safety. I'm not sure I can forgive her, but I will try."
The eggs are ready so we settle down at the table and eat mostly in silence. There is one topic we both seem to be studiously avoiding; us and what will happen in the next three months.
After our late morning breakfast we settle into a very old familiar pattern; Brian reading while I watch him. Only this time I can't draw so I quickly become restless. Brian is spared from me assaulting his body again with my lips by a knock on the door.
We're both a little startled and we seem to have the same thought at the same time. How do we explain this living situation to anyone who might visit? Not having time to think about it now Brian answers the door to reveal Doc standing there.
"Justin I stopped by your farm but your mother told me you would be spending your recovery time here. I just wanted to stop by and see how you are doing."
He spends a few minutes examining me, changes the bandages on my arm, and once again telling me to keep the wound as clean and dry as possible.
"I'll stop by again in a couple of days Justin. Brian I was at your bar this morning and checked on the men still there. Two of them should be able to leave today, so you'll just have that one boy recovering there for a few more days." With a nod to both of us he leaves.
"Speaking of the bar I need to leave soon so I can get some work done there. Will you be okay alone for a little while?"
"Yes. But I wish you didn't have to go."
"I know me too, but I have to keep my business running. Things have been a little rough with so many of the men off fighting.
He leans down and kisses me and the same fire from last night starts to consume me again. I wonder if that will ever change.
Brian is a little more urgent this time, he leads me back into the bedroom, undresses me swiftly then gets rid of his own clothes. Standing close together naked we spend just a moment looking at each other and breathing in the same air.
"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees Justin. Just put your left hand down, I'll help hold you up." His voice is thick and rough when he says it and a surge of blood rushes to my groin.
I do as he asks, tingling with the excitement of the changes in him from last night. I can sense that this will not be as slow or as tender as last night was and I feel quite thrilled.
He drapes himself over my body and I can feel his hard cock in the crack of my ass. Starting at the base of my neck he kisses his way down my spine until he reaches my ass. He only spends the bare minimum of time necessary to moisten my hole with his saliva. I'm a bit shocked when he uses his fingers to loosen me up instead of his tongue. It feels good but I am a bit disappointed that it isn't his tongue.
We've only been on the bed a few minutes when he places his cock at my opening and starts to push forward. His hands are on my hips to help keep me still. It hurts but not quite as badly as it did the first time. He moves in slowly and steadily until he is resting flush against my ass and back. He is nibbling at the flesh that connects my neck and shoulders while he just keeps his cock still inside my ass allowing me to adjust.
When I feel ready he must sense it somehow because he starts to withdraw. The rhythm builds much faster this time. He has my hips gripped firmly in his hands and uses that leverage to push me off his cock and pull me back onto him. Faster and faster. I can hear myself moaning and mumbling his name, but I'm not sure the words make any sense by the time they meet his ear.
I can feel tingling at the base of my spine and in my sac. Brian reaches around me and starts to rub his hand up and down my cock until I explode. While I am spurting onto the bed I can feel Brian tense behind me, hold me flush against him and then start to shoot into me. The feeling of him, hot and smooth, makes me shoot even more until we both finally collapse in a heap.
Eventually Brian pulls out of me, rolls over, and gets out of bed. I'm asleep a minute later and I never hear him when he leaves for the bar.
I don't know how long I was asleep but when I get up Brian is still gone, but it is starting to get dark outside. I get bored very quickly so I attempt to draw. Simply trying to grip a pencil in my hand has pain shooting up and down my arm until I give up the idea altogether.
I consider going into town to help Brian get work done but I know he would be mad at me, and in truth I probably would only get in the way in this condition.
My next consideration is to visit my farm and see if Mother needs help. I told Brian I would try and forgive her so today is as good as any to start that. Only once again I realize I couldn't really help her out on the farm, and she would probably just be upset at seeing me injured again.
With a frustrated sigh I stomp back to the bedroom and lay down. Apparently I am only well enough to sleep. Discouraged I fall into a fitful sleep.
Brian's POV
The entire time I'm at work I worry about Justin. I'm afraid he will try and do too much while I'm gone and make his injury worse. I don't like leaving him alone there but the bar really has been struggling. All the businesses in town are struggling really. I don't want him to know how badly things are though. He doesn't need to worry about anything more at this time.
When I get home Justin hasn't lit any oil lamps so I'm not entirely surprised to find him asleep in bed. He doesn't look calm and peaceful like he did this morning though. He is actually frowning in his sleep and his body is curled up and tense. Deciding to save the eventual trouble later, I strip down and crawl onto the bed beside him naked.
He wakes up almost instantly and just stares at me.
"What's wrong Justin?"
"I'm useless." He says it with a pout which I would really liked to have kissed off his mouth but I could tell that he was serious and wouldn't appreciate that.
"What are you talking about? You're fighting in a war you don't agree with, you helped your father run the farm all the time, you keep me company and keep me sane. You are not useless."
"That was before Brian. Look at me know. I'm broken. Broken and useless is the best description for me. Just leave me alone."
"No. No I won't just leave you alone. You arm is temporary. Doc said you should have more mobility by next week, and in a month you will probably be back to normal. And if you aren't you'll still have another two months of recovery time to make sure you are. I know you are frustrated, hurt, and scared, but you need to pull yourself together a bit."
He tries to turn away from me but I won't let him. He struggles a bit but I use my larger size to hold him still, while still being careful not to hurt his arm. I press my mouth down onto his, it's a hard almost angry kiss, but I keep it there until he eventually softens a little under me.
"Justin what do you want?"
"I want to feel in control of something. Anything!" He still sounds frustrated.
I look into his eyes for several minutes just soaking him in and trying to relax myself so I can do what I know I need to do for him. Finally I'm ready so I lean down and whisper into his ear, "you can be in control of me." As I pull away I can't help but smirk at the stunned look on his face. He obviously had not given this much thought.
I kiss him quickly one more time before rolling away from him and settling down on my stomach, my head resting on my folded arms.
He lies there motionless for a minute and then seems to be propelled into action.
"Justin….just take it slow, okay?" He swallows hard and nods his head.
It's obvious what a quick study he is, he is picking up the ways to please me so much quicker than I had hoped. Taking the opposite path I did early he starts kissing his way up the backs of my legs, from my ankle to my thighs and eventually my ass. First one leg , then onto the other. When he is done with that he settles in between my legs and starts licking the crack of my ass. He pulls apart my cheeks as far as he can and licks tentatively at my hole. A gasp escapes my lips when his tongue first hits that sensitive spot. I can tell he likes the taste and my reaction because he does it again.
He spends several minutes tonguing my hole until it is drenched in spit and feeling quite loose. He leans over me placing his cock at my hole and I try not to tense up. He pushes into me slowly letting loose a groan that sounds almost like a growl and is only rivaled by the loud one I make. He keeps entering me with a slow steady pace until I am filled with his cock and couldn't take anymore if he had any more to give.
He starts pulling out and pushing back in at a leisurely pace but that only lasts a few minutes. He pulls up on my hips a bit so my ass is higher in the air and he can thrust into me more quickly. I can feel him loosing control quickly so I reach underneath myself and begin pulling on my own cock in time with his forward thrusts.
With a loud groan he starts shooting semen deep into my ass. The warm full feeling pushes me over the edge and I shoot in time with the last full tugs on my cock. He pulls out of me and drops down next to me on the bed. We both lie there on our stomachs, heads turned toward each other catching our breath.
"Thank you Brian."