The Sweetest Kiss

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Brian stood in front of the picture window of their suite overlooking the powdery white sand, and cobalt blue water set against a clear summer sky setting sun. The breathtaking view was rivaled only by the blanket of beautifully tanned bodies lining the beach below. Oh the possibilities like the dark haired Russell Crowe look alike in the lime green Speedo thong, or the set of hunky blonde bookends making their way up the shore. Talk about Murphy’s law, their first day on Fire Island and this had to happen.

“Mr. Kinney.”

“Yes doctor?”

“I don’t think we need to take your friend to the hospital. I’m going to write him a prescription for some pain medication, and you can pick up some Alveeno oatmeal bath soak while you’re at the drug store. I’m the in-house doctor on call for the weekend. If you need me just have the front desk page me if Justin spikes a temp, or begins to blister. Man what a bad break. I’m so sorry.” The doctor said, and handed Brian the prescription.

Brian looked at the Vicodin order as the doctor closed the door behind him. “Briaaaaan.” A pitiful wail came from the other side of the room. Brian walked over to the bed. There sitting in the center of the California King was “Lobster Boy”.

“How are you feeling baby?” Brian asked.

“Overdone.” Justin winced in pain.

“Why don’t you lay down, and get some rest?”

“I can’t lay down, my back hurts.”

“Try laying on your side?” Brian suggested.

“My arms hurts too.”

Brian looked at Justin’s bright red chest, and dismissed the suggestion of laying on his stomach. Instead he walked over to the bed, and gave his over cooked baby a light kiss on the mouth. “I’m going to the pharmacy to pick up your pain medication.” he said.

“Hurry back.” Justin whimpered.

The hotel was alive with tanned patrons fresh from their afternoon on the beach, now making their way to their respective rooms to change for the evening festivities. Brian passed Justin’s prescription to the hotel drug store’s pharmacist, then took a seat in the waiting area. He watched as a parade of gorgeous men lined up to purchase their condoms for the night. Among them were the hunky blonde twins Brian had earlier spotted from his window. “Hi.” One of them smiled at him.

“Hello.” Brian flirted back.

“Will you be coming to the White Party tonight?” Blondie #2 asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Brian assured them.

“Good, then we’ll see you there.” The two blondes said in unison.

Brian watched the chiseled pair of asses walk away. “Humm, I wonder if they’re into incest.” he pondered. How sweet it would be to be the man on top of that three-way action. Brian looked at his watch. It was almost eight o’clock. The beachside party would be starting in three hours. With any luck the Vicodin will put Justin to sleep, and he would be able to slip away for a little Brian Kinney fuck fest.

“Mr. Kinney your prescription is ready.” The pharmacist called.

Brian hurried back to their suite to find Justin standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror. With the exception of the swimming trunk line that barely protected his pale bottom, Brian’s beautiful boy looked like a nuclear experiment gone wrong. “I look like a monster.” Justin said.

“No you don’t.” Brian lied, and walked over to console his baby. He unconsciously slipped his arm around Justin’s waist.

“OUCH!”

“SHIT, I’M SORRY!” Brian jumped back.

“Look at me, what am I going to do?” Justin began to cry.

“Don’t cry baby. The salt from your tears will burn.”

“Ahhhh!” Justin cried out, and bent over the sink to splash cold water on his burning face.

Brian opened the prescription bottle, and handed Justin one of his pain pills. “Here take one of these.” he said.

Justin swallowed the tablet, then toddled back to the bed where he eased down onto the cool sheets. Brian bent over and lifted Justin’s ankles into the bed for him. “OUCH!” Poor baby, even his feet were burned. “There you go. Now close your eyes, and allow the pill to work.” Brian said.

“Are you going out?” Justin asked.

“No of course not. There’s a Betty Davis movie coming on HBO tonight. I’ll be right here.” Brian lied gently, and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

Justin closed his eyes and attempted to follow his lover’s suggestion, but the stinging pain of his sunburned skin prohibited him from falling to sleep. “Brian.”

“Hum?” Brian reached over, and stroked his fingers through the parched blonde hair.

“Would you get me something cold to drink?”

“Sure.” Brian walked over to the bedroom bar where he opened the ice bucket to find it empty. He then picked up the telephone and call for room service only to have them inform him that due to the high volume of dinner orders there would be at least a 30min wait for ice. However he was free to come downstairs where the restaurant would gladly fill his bucket immediately. “I’ll be right back baby.” he said to Justin.

Like the drugstore, the main floor restaurant was bursting with beautiful men. Their newly tanned bodies were now partially covered in designer whites in preparation for the theme party of the evening. Brian handed his ice bucket to the hostess then stepped aside to wait as she passed the empty container to one of the busboys to be filled.

“Why aren’t you in your whites?” A now vaguely familiar voice asked.

Brian was delighted to see that it was Blondie #1, accompanied by Blondie #2. Both were dressed in crisp white pants, with white gauze shirts that tied at the waist offering a teasing view of their newly bronzed pecs. “The evening is young. I still have a few things I have to attend to first.” Brian said.

“Is it anything we can help you with?” The blondes asked.

“No, but I’m sure the two of you could be quite helpful to me later.” Brian batted his hazel eyes.

“Here’s your ice sir.” The hostess handed Brian his filled bucket.

“We’ll catch you later.” The blondes smiled, and proceeded to their table for dinner.

Brian looked at his watch. It wasn’t even nine o’clock, and the night was already popping. Not only had the twins extended him an invitation to their bed, but the White Party revelers could be heard heating up to the music on the beach outside as well. Shit! Somehow he had to get Justin to go to sleep. Alveeno bath, that’s it! Brian recalled that the doctor had suggested a cool oatmeal soak. He immediately went back to the hotel drug store, then returned to his room with the oatmeal bath, as well as some Aloe Vera gel one of the hotel patrons had recommended. Brian placed the bath powder in the tub, and turned on the water before going over to the bar to prepare Justin’s drink. Maybe a little vodka, and orange juice would help the Vicodin along. Oh what the hell, it had been over an hour. Two more pain pills wouldn’t hurt.

Brian prepared the screwdriver, and brought it to the bed along with two more Vicodin. “Here, take this baby.” he said.

Justin didn’t question his lover’s order. The trusting young man downed the pills along with the alcohol chaser. Brian then lead Justin to the bathroom for his Alveeno soak. “Ahhh!” Justin sighed, as he eased into the soothing water.

“Does that feel good baby?” Brian swirled his hand in the water.

“Hummm yes.” Justin relaxed even further allowing the soothing soak to cover his chin.

Brian reached into the water for the only spot that hadn’t been parched by the sun. He cupped Justin’s floating balls in his hand, and began to caress them gently. “Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Hummm, yes” Justin sighed again.

Brian moved his hand to Justin’s dick that was now straining toward the surface. He wrapped his fingers around the stiffening meat, and began to stroke it gently. “Do you like that baby?”

“Faster.” Justin edged his lover on.

Brian watched as Justin closed his eyes, and slowly move his head from side to side. Instinctively the young man began to move his hips to meet his lover’s strokes as streaks of pre-cum lubricated Brian’s fingers much like the soothing oatmeal bath that now lubricated Justin’s skin. Brian moved his hand faster along the marbled shaft now gauging his strokes by the sounds of Justin’s breaths. “Oooh Brian.” He heard his baby gasp.

“Cum for daddy.” Brian whispered, and Justin obliged with a stream of white liquid that rose to the surface of the slippery water. “That’s it baby.” Brian smiled to himself. This would put the little shit to sleep for sure.

Brian blotted Justin dry, and lead him back to the bed. It was almost ten thirty now. There was still had plenty of time to catch the blondes. Justin laid sprawled out on the bed, now seemingly oblivious to the pain as the Vicodin and alcohol was finally beginning to kick in. Brian squirted a generous amount of aloe gel over the still reddened body, and gently massaged it in. “Thank you Brian.” A drowsy Justin said.

“You’re welcome baby.”

“I’m sorry I ruined your vacation.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Brian continued to apply the gel.

“I love you Brian.” Justin yawned.

“I love you too baby. Now try to get some sleep.”

“Alright.” Justin closed his eyes.

It wasn’t long before the sound of soft snoring could be heard coming from the California King. Yes! Justin was knocked out for the night, and it was only eleven o’clock. Brian hurried to the closet, and laid out his White Party outfit before hopping into the shower. The blondes would surely be ready by now. Maybe they had even picked out a few another guys to join their private party. Oh hell yeah, a good old fashioned Fire Island orgy. Brian could hardly wait. He quickly finished his shower, and splashed on his favorite cologne. A few quick strokes of his fingers through his hair, and he was all set to go. “Yes.” Brian approved the finished image in the bathroom mirror. The twins didn’t stand a chance. He could already feel his dick burrowing deep inside Blondie #1, or Blondie #2. Hell it didn’t really matter. The cagey lover carefully tip toed back to the bed, and quietly slipped into his pants. Brian was fully dressed, and securing the last button on his shirt when Justin raised his head from the pillow, and reached for Brian’s hand. “Brian are you going out?” he asked sleepily.

“Yeah, I thought I’d go downstairs for a little while.” A very busted Brian said.

The sleepy angel then pulled his lover close, and gave him the sweetest kiss. “Goodnight daddy.” Justin whispered.

The sound of soft snoring could be heard coming from the California King. Brian secured the ties on his robe before picking up the phone to call room service. “Will you send me up a bucket of air popped popcorn, and a diet Coke?” he ordered. “There’s a Betty Davis movie on HBO tonight.”

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