Part 2

Brian's POV

The backroom, it lurked behind the public area of Babylon delivering what the pulsing beat of the dance floor only promised. The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees or more when you walked through the door into the dimly lit warren of rooms.  The smell of marijuana and the sound of sex set the ambiance for the rooms. Singles stood in the halls and in corners hoping to connect with other wandering souls. Pairs and multiples filled every nook and cranny with a writhing orgy of sexual encounters. 

This was one of the other things I loved about Babylon and I savored it as I led Justin  though the smoky red lit haze. The sounds from the dance floor could be heard dimly and vibrations from the beat of the music could be clearly felt through the floor. I backed into a vacant corner pulling the young blond with me. His grin practically lit the room and if I hadn’t been so incredibly horny I would have left him standing there. I wasn’t sure what he thought he had won but that he believed he had was written all over his ridiculously beautiful face. He was so close that my eyes almost crossed trying to look at him. I slid one hand around the back of his neck bringing his mouth once more into contact with my own.

“This doesn’t mean anything.” I said against his tender lips in spite of the fact that already his nimble fingers nearly had my leather pants open. He didn’t even hesitate.

“Of course not.”, he parroted back to me what he knew I wanted to hear, he was very good at that. Saying the right words while behind his blue eyes lurked another meaning entirely. “It’s not anything; just fucking” his words coincided with the heavy weight of my cock filling his hand and with a smirk he dropped to his knees in front of me. “And sucking.” I barely heard his last comment before his hot mouth engulfed me and my world shrank. Whether or not this was something that happened to everyone when they had sex I had no way to know but my entire existence narrowed until there was nothing but the experience. Tonight that experience was the feel of Justin’s mouth on my cock. My hands slid into his silky, too short hair to cup his head and urge him forward. I watched as he swallowed the length eagerly as if he had been doing this his entire life, instead of having done it for the first time just weeks ago.  The expression oh his face was total rapture and the sight of it drove a spike of fire through my loins. I choked back a cry. I had been coming to this place nearly my entire life. I did not howl my pleasure like some green twink. 

His hot wet mouth moved steadily along the length of my dick swallowing me repeatedly. The boy had been born without a gag reflex and had buried his nose in my pubes the first time he had blown me.  He had been an unbelievably quick study using his tongue in ways that before this had lived only in my imagination. I gasped and thrust forward and he tugged my pants lower when the zipper dug into his chin. But he never paused in his intense sucking.  His hand cupped my balls and a shudder ran through my entire frame. Long  artist’s fingers, still smooth with his youth, caressed the slowly tightening sacs with gentle teasing. My breath was a gasp in my chest as his tongue flicked over the weeping slit in the head of my cock before laving the length of my rock hard dick like it was the sweetest stick of candy he had ever had the good fortune to taste. His enthusiasm and pure enjoyment in the act added to the pleasure of the moment. His reactions to me made my head swim though I could never remember caring how someone felt during sex. What was there not to enjoy? But somehow this act, one that had been preformed on me hundreds, more like thousands, of times before was different when the mouth that held me was his.

“Justin.” His name escaped my lips unbidden and I trembled as he drew his mouth along the underside of my prick before swallowing me again.  “oh…god…yesss…” I groaned.   His mouth was hot, slick and wet and it slid up and down the length of my throbbing cock steadily. He squeezed my balls gently. “Christ” I muttered and shifted my legs a little further apart. The movement of his head increased and my breathing quickened in direct response. He fingered the puckered hole of my ass teasingly and every muscle in my abdomen clenched in reaction.  My hips bucked forward and another guttural moan escaped my control. He wouldn’t breech me, he was well aware that entrance was by invitation only but he was a marvel with those sensitive fingers.  He continued to suck hard and fast and I could feel my orgasm begin to build and half laughed with stunned amazement. This kid could get me off faster than anyone else I had ever let suck my cock. He sensed as he always did that I was close to coming  and his speed  and suction increased accordingly. My fingers tightened on his head, digging into his scalp and my head fell back against the concrete wall.  Every nerve in my body grew taut and I gasped for breath with the effort of trying to hold off the inevitable, but despite my best effort my hips pumped forward of their own accord and Justin took me into his throat easily.  My head banged the wall behind us and my lips parted in a silent howl that corded my neck.  “FUCK!” the expletive exploded from between my lips at the same moment my cum filled Justin’s mouth. I nearly convulsed with the power of it and for a brief moment the sensations seemed unending but  all too soon he had licked me clean and was tucking me back into my pants with none to steady hands. I told him to stand up and took over before he got to the zipper. He got slowly to his feet but stood looking a bit dazed. I chuckled at his expression and grabbing the front of his shirt I turned us so that his back was now to the wall. 

“Got a problem of your own?” I asked sagely and secretly delighted in his blush, with that fair skin I doubted he would ever out grow coloring up like that.  My mouth took his before he could answer. And my hand traced the hard line of his cock through his jeans. The other hand rested on his T-shirt clad shoulder. Jeans and T-shirts, little boy hair cuts what in God’s name was I thinking? I had no idea but I did not move away. He had just given me an incredible blow job and while I did not intend to go on my knees in front him here, he deserved to get off. Besides he was seventeen, how long could it take? It’s not like it was some huge sacrifice on my part to slip the button of his jeans free, slide the zipper slowly over the bulge of his crotch and free his straining cock into my hand.  My thumb swirled over the head collecting the moisture gathered there and used it to slick my grip. He made a low choked sound in his throat and thrust his hips towards me.  His mouth opened under mine eagerly and his fingers slid into my hair. God such eager submission was nearly enough to give me another boner. Instead I focused on what I was doing to him.  While his blow jobs were out of the world his hand work needed… well work. Something I found somewhat amusing since he had been fisting himself for a lot longer than he had been having opportunities to wrap those luscious lips around cock.  Obviously he had been getting the job done and little else. There was a finesse to a good jacking off just like everything else in life and I proceeded to give him an example of exactly that.

It would be better with lube but  he was young and hot enough to counter that with his own sperm production, he always leaked copious amount of the stuff even before he actually came. I had noted, much to his embarrassment, that it was a good thing he wasn’t into pussy, the way he leaked he would have gotten someone pregnant for sure. I wasn’t sure if the comment had totally grossed him out or pleased him in some bizarre seventeen year old ego kind of way.  One thing it did do was making jacking him off a real pleasure.  His precum soon coated his dick and it nearly glistened even in the dusky light of the backroom. He had a beautiful cock, perfectly formed eight inches springing from a thatch of very blond pubic hair that was as soft as down. Another sign of his age I supposed but I liked getting my fingers in it as much as I did the hair on his head.  His pubic hair was not thick and was very sparse on his balls, a thing that made sucking them sheer bliss; once again my cock considered rising to the occasion. There was little about this kid that didn’t turn me on.  My hand moved up and down the length of his dick slowly drawing soft moans from his throat. Unlike myself Justin had no problem expressing himself vocally no matter where we were. It was totally hot. 

I thrust my tongue down his throat and my hand moved more quickly on his cock, in sync with his thrusting hips. His hands fisted in my hair and it was obvious that his entire focus was right where it belonged on the cock I  was fisting with much more talent than he had ever shown. He was lost to the moment groaning and thrusting but I did not doubt that he would soon replicate every touch on my own willing test member. When I felt the revealing tensing of his body I pulled out of the kiss to watch his face.  I pulled faster and harder on his dick and his face contorted in beautiful passion. He threw back his head and I stepped to the side letting him shoot his load against the near by wall in stead of all over my leather pants.  His hands dropped  to his side as he sagged limply against the wall. His eyes were glazed but fixed on mine.  I tucked him back into his jeans and as he fastened them I licked my hand clean. I had discovered that simple act turned him on beyond belief and sure enough his tongue snaked out to lick his lips briefly as he stared at the sight of my own caressing my fingers.  I could see he was at a loss for something to say. I found that amusing  simply because he is always so quick to have just the right  witticism ready for me. I didn’t say anything just pulled him off the wall and draped my arm around his shoulders as I led him from the backroom back into the kaleidoscope that was Babylon. 

“Are we going to dance?” he asked sounding hopeful. I knew he was attempting to keep my attention for a little longer but I was done for the night.

“No.” I said coldly and ignored how his smile dimmed as his face fell. Sunshine, Mikey’s mom had nicknamed him because of that smile and there was no doubt it fit. I had found myself biting back the instinct to call him that myself upon occasion. I think it could safely be said that I don’t do nicknames.  The young man at my side tried very hard not to let his disappointment show on  his face but his inexperience with hiding his emotions made it impossible for him to do so. Fuck it, torturing him was not nearly as much fun as it should have been.

“We’re going home. I want to fuck you.” I leaned to whisper in the perfect shell of his ear and watched the sun come back out from behind the clouds. The thought made me blink. Was I losing my fucking mind? He was a young cock with a tight ass and that was all. 

“It doesn’t mean anything.” I told him as we headed for the door. I didn’t see my friends waving my attention was  solely on making sure that Justin understood that he was just another fuck. But I saw how his eyes lit when I said home and though he turned a guileless face up to meet my eyes I knew what was lurking in that  idealistic brain of his, “I don’t…”

“Do relationships. Yeah I know. It’s just fucking that’s all.” But he wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned his body into mine as we walked. I didn’t resist. What the hell not all foreplay is done naked and that’s all it is fucking foreplay.  God the smell of his hair is going to drive me fucking nuts.

 TBC