“Thanks, Justin. It will make my mom feel better…”
Justin had gone to Bill’s family’s home directly from work, wearing his suit and tie. When he’d knocked at the door, a young man who looked very much like Bill, though he was taller and older, had opened the door.
“Hi, Justin. I’m Reggie, Bill’s older brother. Come on in.”
“Nice house. I’d never been in this neighborhood before. I love all the trees.”
“It’s a new neighborhood, a special project by the city of Pittsburgh. We really like it here. Before that, we were on The Hill. This is way nicer, and way safer. Bill will be right out. He’s helping mom hang some laundry. Do you want something to drink? We have homemade lemonade, or iced tea.”
“Lemonade would be nice.”
“Come sit in the kitchen. I’ve got to make sure the cookies don’t burn. My mom believes in putting her poor exploited sons to good use…”
Justin sat at the table in the kitchen, which felt like the heart of the house. Every few minutes, Reggie opened the oven and touched the top of a cookie with his finger for doneness. Obviously, he’d done that many times before. Finally he took out a tray of perfectly done snickerdoodles, and put in a new tray. He sat down and had a sip of his own lemonade.
“My brother said you were his first,” said Reggie, apparently un-phased by his brother’s sexuality, “and that you made sure it was good and that he knew what was what before he went out on his own. He said if he did drugs, or fucked without a condom, you would seriously kick his ass. So I want to say thank you. I've watched out for him all our lives, the little twerp, but I can’t go where he’s going now, and it’s really good to know he’s got you.”
“Your brother’s great. He is smart and funny, and a good friend. I’m not the only one who would kick his ass if he strayed. He has a lot of people who care about him, one in particular who I think might be kind of special. But, let’s face it; he’s intelligent enough to take care of himself.”
Reggie smiled at him as Bill and his mother walked in. Bill shoved a whole cookie in his mouth and smiled at Justin, unable to talk.
“Don’t mind my son, he was badly brought up,” said a pretty woman with a beautiful smile and a wild head of curly hair that, with a pang, reminded Justin of Daphne’s. “I am Willa, Bill’s mom. Micah, my husband, is out till 8:15, coaching little league.” She extended her hand.
“Justin,” said Justin, shaking her strong, square hand. “I can see where Bill gets his good looks.”
Willa laughed. “I like you already! So, how did you meet Bill?”
“He was the first friend I made when I arrived in Pittsburgh,” Well, he’d been the first of his fuck buddies anyway… “He came to my new apartment with freshly baked cookies the first night I was there. That was so sweet. We’d met at a dance club called Babylon.”
“Mom, can you try not to interrogate Justin like some cop, maybe?”
“Bill, I’m just curious, that’s all.” She turned back to Justin. “Is that place safe?”
Justin smiled at her. “Very. There are cameras everywhere, and a lot of people who care about your son are around, me included. He is probably safer there than in school. Speaking of which, Bill, how about we take a look at those acceptance letters?”
Bill, like all good teenagers, could not get away from his mom fast enough. “Yeah! Let’s go to my room!” He took out a plate and piled half the tray of cookies on it. Stuffing another one in his mouth, he answered his mother’s unspoken reprimand with his mouth full. “What? I’m hungry!”
They left the kitchen as she said, “When aren’t you?”
Bill’s room was very sparse and very clean. The open closet showed a small wardrobe, all of it organized and folded, shoes lined up in pairs and winter garments neatly grouped to one side. There were posters on the walls of August Wilson’s plays, and a copy of a Langston Hughes poem in elegant but obviously amateurish calligraphy on the wall. His single bed was made military style with a beautiful handmade quilt folded near the foot, and on his desk, schoolbooks were piled up neatly.
All the letters were in a folder, attached to their respective envelopes with paper clips, their pamphlets highlighted. Justin sat at the desk and went through them. UCSF, Princeton, Purdue, Stanford, Duke, Tulane, Oberlin, Columbia, Seattle and Carnegie-Mellon. Ten great schools. Ten offers of full scholarships and grants for the physics student who was coming out of high school with a 3.88 GPA. It was fucking impressive.
They looked at the living conditions offered by each, at the size of the gay community in the college towns, at the size of the African American community. They talked a lot about Seattle University, a tough Jesuit university in the gay neighborhood of Seattle, with which Justin was so familiar. Tulane was in New Orleans, where the black community was huge. Stanford, Princeton and Columbia had reputations that would open a lot of doors.
Finally, Justin asked, “So, where do you want to go?”
Bill blushed. “Uh… It kind of depends. Stanford, I think, or Carnegie-Mellon, I guess.”
“What does it depend on? They are both good schools with a great physics program…”
“They are both good choices for me. I am just not sure if… Justin, I kinda like the idea of staying near here. Going out of state is exciting but… There is someone I really like, and… what if it’s just fucking though, and I think it’s more?”
“You mean you like both schools, but if Theo gave a shit, you’d go to Carnegie-Mellon to stay close to him?”
Bill was really embarrassed. “I’m that obvious, eh? We’ve been hanging out a lot, you know, and spent the night together a few times, and fuck, Justin, I love it. I had a crush on you for a long time, but this feels so different. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but like, when he’s around, I don’t want to go with anyone else. And when he’s not around, well, I kinda don’t want to go with anyone else either… But I know he’s into twinks, so even though he only takes me to the backroom when he’s there, I could be just the flavor of the month. He liked you a lot, so it could be rebound too. I’m sure he tricks the nights that I’m not there. Basically, I'm not sure there is anything worth staying for…”
“Why don’t you ask him?”
“I… Oh, god, Justin… Theo’s an architect. His real name? Theophilus Malachi Woodrow IV. The fucking fourth! He’s 28, he has a really nice home, that makes my mom and dad’s place look like a tree house, and money, and photos of family and friends on the piano. He plays it too; it’s not just for show. I play, and I’m pretty good, but he’s way better.
I’m just a black kid from The Hill who can dance and loves to fuck. What the hell would he want with me? I’ve got nothing to offer someone like that.” Bill looked down at his hands, obviously sharing with Justin something that had been on his mind a lot.
“You are sweet and funny and smart, and very, very hot, Bill. And you’re an amazing fuck. Do you guys talk?”
”Yeah. He likes theater, like I do, he even likes August Wilson. Except all the plays I’ve seen were on DVDs from the library and he actually goes to see live theater. He said he wanted to take me to see a play. We’ve talked about Crawford Square and urban architecture, and religion and stuff. He has a straight brother too. I love his sense of humor. And he says he wants to take me to Woody’s and teach me to play pool. But you know, you say a lot of shit in the afterglow.”
“Hmm. I tell you what. Why don’t you accept spots at both Stanford and Carnegie-Mellon, and you can decide later. They have waiting lists just for that purpose, so that if someone like you changes their mind, they have someone else ready to go.”
There was a knock on the door, and Willa walked in.
“Justin, do you want to stay for supper?”
“Mom, Justin lives with someone…”
“Oh, well that’s OK, we have plenty of food. Why don’t you call and invite your significant other? I’d love to meet more of my son’s friends.”
“Mom, Mr. Kin…”
“Brian is still at work, but I’ll call him and ask. Either way, count me in. It smells really good!”
“If you two are done here, come back to the living room. You can introduce Justin to your dad, Bill.”
As soon as she left the room, Bill apologized. “I didn’t know she would invite you for dinner, Justin. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Your mom’s nice. Let me call Brian…”
“Oh, god no! You don’t have to do that! Why would he want to come here?”
Justin smiled lightly. “Because I’m here.”
Micah was a really nice guy, with an easy rumbling laugh. He was built, and was probably whom Bill inherited his fabulous physique from. He started teasing Justin right away.
“Why is my boy wanting your advice on colleges? Are you even in high school yet?”
“Well, I got my GED and my college degree by correspondence while I was in Sing-Sing, so I kind of qualify…”
Micah laughed.
“Dad, Justin is like 23 or something. Cut it out!” said Bill who did not want his friend embarrassed.
“23? Seriously, you look about eighteen, Justin,” said Micah.
“Look who’s talking… Reggie is 21, right?” asked Justin. “So you were what, twelve when you got Willa pregnant?”
Micah laughed again. “Sadly, that’s pretty close. We were both eighteen, if you can imagine that… First week of college, and bam! We made the best of it, though. We both got teaching certificates, and were married when Reggie was eighteen months old, because by then we were so in love with each other, well, it was obvious it was just meant to be. Willa teaches home ec. at Oakland Catholic High, and I teach fourth grade at Miller Elementary.”
“That’s why Reggie outed me” explained Bill. “Mom’s always worried we are going to knock up some girl, and his way of reassuring her was to tell her I’m gay!”
Micah laughed again. “You should have seen your face!” he said to Bill. Then, more seriously, he added for Justin’s benefit, “It seems I’ve always known, really. Even in preschool, Bill and this boy named George were best friends, and spent a lot of time hugging. Then later, he wanted hip-hop lessons, but we couldn’t afford hip-hop, and little league and piano. He dropped little league, not piano. That was kind of telling. And took the dance lessons. He was really good at it, too.
“I was really sure when he was twelve. I gave him the birds and the bees lecture, and he asked me if parents were always a mom and a dad. So I told him about gay couples, who could adopt, or if they were women, who could go to a sperm bank. 'So there is no way for boys to get pregnant from other boys?' he asked. 'And I said no, but they should use condoms all the same to prevent diseases.' And he nodded, looking very serious.”
He smiled at his son. “I remember leaving his bedroom thinking, 'I have a gay son,' just to try it on for size. And it really didn’t bother me. Reggie will give us grandkids, and Bill will find some intelligent, mature, educated man who will be nice to talk to. It’s all good, really.”
The doorbell rang, and Justin heard Reggie and Brian’s voices. He got up to welcome ‘his significant other’. Entering the living room behind Reggie, Brian smiled at him, and in a very unusual public display of affection, gave him a one handed hug and a closed-lips but definite kiss.
Willa came in to meet him, and he handed her a fragrant bouquet of lilies, “For Bill’s beautiful mother.”
“Oh, thank you! They smell so good!”
“Willa, Micah, this is Brian,” said Justin, impressed by Brian’s effort to make a good impression on Bill’s parents.
Hands were shaken, pleasantries exchanged, and Willa said, “Well, dinner is ready, and spinach soufflé waits for no man, gay or straight. Let’s eat!”
They sat around the kitchen table and enjoyed a superb vegetarian meal, completely up Brian’s alley. Willa explained that when they were starting out, they simply could not afford meat, and that pretty soon, they learned to love vegetarian food for its own sake.
Micah mentioned coaching little league, and he and Brian talked about Gus, who had recently discovered soccer, and was apparently the best on his junior team.
Reggie, who had just graduated from college, talked about trying to find a more interesting job with his accounting degree while working in the accounting department of Big-Q, the most boring job he could imagine. He was funny and self-deprecating, telling a couple of work stories that made everyone laugh.
Brian told a couple of stories himself, after explaining the merger that was going on at work. Since they had to do with the interviews of ad execs by Cynthia, they were new to Justin as well. Cynthia, in her professional incarnation, took no prisoners, and a smarmy senior ad exec who kept hitting on her and whose abilities had not impressed her in the least was told he would not be part of the new order.
He called her a twat and accused her of getting her job by sleeping with the boss, which sent both Cynthia and Brian, who were pretty exhausted, into fits of laughter. The senior exec had no clue what he’d said that was so funny. They just could not regain their composure, and Brian actually had to leave the room. He met Ted outside the door, but could not say anything for laughing, and when Ted opened the door to the conference room, he heard elegant Cynthia actually snort.
Justin really enjoyed the meal and the company, and wondered if Brian’s apparent enjoyment was for show or if he also was having a nice time. They left right after dessert and coffee, thanking Willa for a fantastic meal and everyone for a nice evening.
Having two cars sucked. Justin wanted to be with Brian. Before getting in, Brian asked, “Home or Babylon?”
“How about home, then Babylon. I want to get out of my suit and that way we can go in one car…”
“All right. See you at the loft.”
It was interesting that even though he didn’t have fuck buddies waiting for him at Babylon, or tricks to be had, the club had lost none of its appeal. Justin loved to dance with Brian, and they enjoyed the low simmering sexual tension that slowly built between them as their bodies enjoyed each other’s nearness with the beat of the music coursing through their blood, resonating in their turgid cocks. But, best of all for Justin really, was getting fucked by his lover in front of all those half-naked men, some fucking, some getting sucked, and knowing that because Brian was Brian, and because they looked so amazingly hot while fucking, all the horny men’s attention was on them. Their climaxes always started a chain reaction of moans and cries, as so many others followed them in their completion.
They were enjoying an after fuck drink, Brian’s arms around Justin, his back leaning on the bar, when Theo showed up, looking very sharp though completely out of place in a suit and tie.
“Hey, Justin.” Justin was surprised. They’d mostly stayed out of each other’s way in the past couple of weeks.
He smiled happily at Theo. “Hey, Theo, how’s it going?”
“Fine, thanks.” He looked as if he felt extremely awkward talking to Justin but had resolved to do so anyway.
Brian remarked, “You know, I do like to think we run a classy joint, but you are a bit overdressed for a weeknight.”
Theo chuckled appreciatively. Justin had not known these two actually knew each other, Brian having always quite obviously disliked Theo… Though really, it made sense… two power tops, both professionals, close in age. Could it be that Brian’s feelings of dislike had been directly linked to his own appreciation of Theo?
“Is that Dolce & Gabbana?” asked Brian. “You wear their shit so well.”
“Good eye.” He ran his hands over his face. “Bitch of a day at work. I just dropped in for a minute on my way home to talk to your main squeeze, here.”
Brian’s arms closed tighter around Justin for a moment, and he kissed him below the ear, but Brian still asked Theo, “Something to drink? It’s on the house.”
“Thanks. Baccardi 8, please, Glenn.” Theo took his first sip with obvious pleasure.
“I need to go up to the office for a few minutes before we go home, Justin,” said Brian. “I’ll be right back.”
Justin knew Brian would keep an eye on them on the monitor, but it was still nice of him to give them privacy. It obviously wasn’t lost on Theo that Brian was going up to the office, and not to the backroom, despite the numerous potential takers following him with their eyes.
“You guys are monogamous,” stated Theo.
Justin just shrugged.
Theo drank the last of his rum. “You look good together, and Kinney… is a good match for you, I think.” He smiled at Justin, a little wistfully. “You made the right choice, little fairy…”
It was so good to be on a the receiving end of this smile. Justin smiled back. Maybe they could be friends again…
“Uh, Justin…“ Theo took a deep breath. “Did you go through his college choices with Bill tonight?”
Ah-ha! The heart of the matter… “Yes. We even had dinner with his parents. His brother outed him after the last time he spent the night at your place.”
“Oh, shit!” Theo looked really concerned. “How did it go?”
“Great. They’re fine with it. Great people. They just want him safe and happy.”
“Oh, thank god.” He explained guiltily, “It’s my fault. I want to take him home all the time… He was bound to get caught.”
“Bill is great, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. He’s so fucking cute. And he’s really smart, and sweet, you know? And to tell the truth, we’re so fucking amazing together.” He chuckled self-deprecatingly. “I can’t seem to get enough of him.” He was lost in his thoughts for a moment, and then he looked at Justin. “Did you know he plays the piano? He’s very good. I… I really enjoy the time I spend with him.” He seemed to brace himself then asked. “So. What college did he choose?”
Justin was just laughing inside. These two were so in love with each other.
“He is hesitating between two,” said Justin. “Stanford…” Theo nodded, his lips tight, “and Carnegie-Mellon.”
“Carnegie-Mellon? He’s considering Carnegie-Mellon?”
Justin grinned. “Yes, you ding-dong. You see, Bill has been seeing this guy - handsome, older, well off, from a good family, and though he’d love for it to be something, he’s afraid that for that guy, it’s just fucking, because he’s only some twink from the wrong side of the tracks with nothing to offer… If the guy felt for him the way he feels for the guy, he’d sooo stay in Pittsburgh…”
Theo looked at Justin, grinning back. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Theo frowned. “But he’s so young, Justin. Shouldn’t he be given the chance to meet new people, to experience new things? Doesn’t he need to be free to explore?”
“Theo, is Bill an idiot?”
“No! No, he is amazingly smart, actually.”
“Does he strike you as totally immature?”
“No. Not at all. He’s a bit emotional, but his ability to understand himself and others is quite beyond his years.”
“So what makes you think he’s not able to decide for himself what it is he needs and doesn’t need?”
Theo gave that some thought. Gently putting his hand palm to palm with Theo’s hand on the bar, Justin asked, “What about you, Theo? What do you want?”
Theo squeezed his hand, smiled and whipped out his phone. He pressed the one on speed dial, making Justin smile. “Bill?... Yeah, it was as bad as I thought. That project is for shit, but three more days and it’s over…” Theo ran his hand through his hair, complaining about his day to Bill, finding comfort in his answers as he smiled. “I’m pretty sure you could help make me forget those assholes too… You’re coming to Babylon tomorrow? Do you think you can sleep at the house? Great… “
He was not even aware of loosening his tie, or of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Yes, I’m there now… Uh, Bill, I haven’t gone to the backroom without you for a while… Yeah, even when you’re not there… What do you mean, why? What do you think?”
Theo was smiling as he spoke. “Well, I don’t feel like it with anybody else either.”
His voice was more intimate now, and Justin felt badly for eavesdropping, but Theo was right next to him. “You are the one I want to fuck, Bill, all the time… I love your body, I love how you taste, I love the noises you make, I… fuck, now I’m hard.”
Justin was quite sure that Theo’s soft laughter at that point meant that Bill told him he was hard too. “Bill. Don’t go away to college. Stay here in Pittsburgh. Stay and be with me… I know you weren’t sure. You can be sure. I really, really want you to stay… Are you crying or laughing? Both?”
Theo laughed. “God, Bill, yeah, I know. Now I really want to fuck too… Phone sex? With me jerking off in the backroom? Are you serious, you perverted little twink? You better believe I’m doing it…”
He walked toward the backroom, the phone to his ear. “What are you wearing?”
Justin cracked up. Those two were so perfect for each other… Brian reappeared and Justin grabbed him, kissing him passionately and rubbing himself against his long leg until he was hard again and Brian was laughing.
Justin looked at him with a sexy smile. “Take me home and fuck me, Brian. I want your cock to slide inside my ass from behind, and I want you to fuck me hard and fast with my cock in your hand…” Brian took his hand and started dragging him to the exit.
“I want to feel your balls bouncing on mine and your body straining to come in as deep as you can, I want to hear your hips slap my ass, and feel your fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise…” Brian was driving at a pretty good clip.
Justin unbuttoned his jeans when they got to a light, and started playing with himself. “Hmm, Brian, this feels good. My hole is relaxing all by itself, it wants your dick so much. I could slide my fingers in there right now if I wanted, but I’ll just keep massaging my cock till we get home and wait for your big dick to push me open, slide in and feel my tight warmth. I’m so wet with precum, I don’t even need spit to jerk off. I love the sound of it, don’t you?”
Brian parked in his spot and looked at Justin’s hand pumping his cock for a moment, then at Justin’s smiling face. He jumped out of the car and came around to the passenger side. He opened Justin’s door, undid his seatbelt, grabbed him and laid him bodily on the hood, pulling off his pants and shoes in one move. He apparently had gloved up as he walked around the car, because moving Justin’s ankles to his shoulders he immediately pushed into his ass with a growl of satisfaction.
Holy shit! Justin could not believe Brian was fucking him right then and there on the hood of the 'Vette. His rim burned from the sudden penetration, and he felt as if he were stretched to the maximum, Brian’s cock felt so big. Soon he was being fucked hard and fast, just as he’d requested, and the pain soon gave way to pleasure and to an incredibly erotic feeling. He was so turned on, his cock was dripping precum.
Brian was claiming his ass, first with his motions, then with his words, “Mine! Your ass is… oh, fuck, so tight, so hot, so soft… all mine, mine to eat, mine to fuck!” He slapped Justin’s hand away from his cock. “No more, you little tease!” He interlaced their fingers as he continued to pummel Justin’s ass. Justin whined, wanting, needing to come.
Brian looked him in the eyes and smiled, a proprietary and predatory smile. “You are so mine, I can make you come any time I want,” he said, his voice a delicious purr. “Feel it, feel my cock in your ass, it’s so good, Justin, you’re so tight and I’m so hard, so big,” Brian fucked Justin as hard as the position permitted, nailing his prostate at every penetration. Justin was so close to coming he could hardly breathe.
“Tighten up on my cock, Justin,” Justin did, pulling his muscles as tightly as he could, increasing his sensitivity.
“Oh, yeah, like that… good… You are sucking the cum right out of me… Come, come with me, Justin…” Brian started to shoot into the condom. He nailed Justin’s prostate once more, and kept the tip of his dick tight against it as it pulsed. Justin exploded in helpless spurts of cum, keening his pleasure, his whole body trembling in relief.
He relaxed and breathed after his orgasm but Brian leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Come on… One more…” and Justin’s cock quivered one more time, a dribble of cum oozing out, as Justin emitted a guttural sound of pleasure and shock. Brian let out a self-satisfied laugh. “You are so easy, Sunshine…”
Justin laughed too as Brian helped him up and wiped the cum off his stomach with a cum towel which evidently resided in the ‘Vette. Brian handed him his pants and shoes, and once Justin was dressed again, kissed him lovingly. “Justin, you are the sexiest man I have ever known… What in the fuck came over you?”
Justin laughed. “Just feeling happy, and lucky, I guess.” He smiled at Brian. “I’m bushed now. You have worn me out. Shower and bed. Tomorrow is the first day with the new team. We are going to kick ass!”
Brian smiled. His own self-confidence was built on experience, excellence and ability. Justin’s was built half on sheer optimism, and half natural gift. They were definitely going to kick ass…
TBC…
Remember Bill?
This is his mom.
And his dad.
And Theo, who has fallen pretty had for him...
You remember Theo, right?
