Strangers in the Night

They met during Brian’s freshman year of college. Babylon had been jumping and packed beyond any fire code because Godiva was in town. Her latest costume designer, Emmett Honeycutt, was enjoying a drink by the bar during the show. He couldn’t help but drool over all the hot guys as he sipped his cosmo. Though he was only seventeen years old, the fact that he was with Godiva got him whatever he wanted to drink.

He’d noticed the auburn haired beauty as soon as he’d walked up to the bar. His shirt was strung through one of his belt loops revealing a sweaty, tanned, muscular chest. Emmett licked his lips as his eyes wandered down to what was obviously an enormous cock hidden within the extremely tight jeans. Emmett saw a smile creep onto the beautiful crimson lips as his eyes made their way back up to the beautiful face. He knew he was being checked out and he was enjoying every minute of it.

"Hey," Emmett said as the young man, who looked about his age, turned to look at him. Emmett just about creamed his jeans when one perfectly shaped eyebrow arched up as the smile changed to a smirk. The beauty looked him up and down before responding. Apparently he liked what he saw.

"Hey." Brian could tell by the drink in the guy’s hand, the way he was dressed and his body language that he was a total queen, nelly bottom. He was very attractive, though, even if he was the kind of guy Brian usually avoided.

"I’m Emmett." He never had sex with a man without knowing his name.

Brian didn’t normally do the whole name thing, especially with bottoms. They tended to get clingy and want repeats. This guy seemed to be looking for a quick lay, though, not a meaningful relationship so Brian figured it wouldn’t hurt.

"Brian," he responded. A bottle of water was set on the bar and Brian picked it up, glaring at the bartender. "I ordered a beer, you fuck." He slammed the water down.

"No ID, no alcohol," the bartender said.

"You’re the new guy so I’ll cut you some slack. I don’t need ID. Frank gives me whatever I want, no questions asked." This only after promising to blow the man at least once a week. Fortunately Frank was hot and Brian really didn’t mind.

"Frank’s not here," the bartender said.

Emmett decided to intervene. "I think I’d like a beer, Dan." He looked at Brian, then looked at the bartender. Dan obviously got the point. He got the beer Brian had ordered and placed it on the bar.

"Thanks," Brian said, picking up the bottle and taking a drink.

"No problem," Emmett smiled, then sipped his cosmo.

"You can’t be much older than I am. How’d you swing that?" He motioned with his head toward the bartender.

"I’m the costume designer for the leading lady up there." He motioned with his head toward the stage. "And I’m seventeen." He smiled when Brian seemed impressed. "And how old would you be, handsome?" Emmett smirked when Brian chuckled.

"Just turned nineteen yesterday," Brian responded. He normally didn’t do the small talk thing with a potential trick but this guy was nice enough to get him a beer so he felt obligated.

"Well, happy birthday." Emmett smiled and offered his glass in a toast. Brian clinked his beer bottle against the glass with a small smile. They continued to talk, staying by the bar until the show was over. Emmett looked at Brian a minute. "I have to go help her highness out of her costume. Would you have a problem waiting for me?" He was trying to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice but knew he was failing miserably. Brian took a drink of the water that had replaced the beer he’d been drinking. He wanted to say no. Most of the time he would have. There was something different tonight, though.

"Sure," he said with a shrug. At the very least he might get a half decent blow job out of the deal. No one else was even remotely fuckable and at least Emmett was hot. The fact that they were the same height made things more fun. Brian usually got stuck with guys much shorter than he was, or at least a little taller. Never the exact same height.

"Great," Emmett said before taking off.

Brian chuckled and shook his head, then headed toward the dance floor. The club was still a couple of hours away from closing and he had nothing better to do.

They left in Brian’s car and the mood had obviously changed. Brian wasn’t quite sure when the change happened but he didn’t mind at all. He wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone but he hadn’t gotten laid in at least a week because of school and he seriously needed to get off. As Brian drove, Emmett started to rub himself through his jeans. Brian looked over at Emmett while he was stopped at a red light and got almost instantly hard at what he saw. Emmett had his shirt pushed up and was playing with his nipples as he started sliding his hand inside his pants. It was only the honking of the horn from the car behind him that got Brian’s attention back on the road, though he would occasionally glance over at Emmett whenever he got the chance.

Emmett decided, after a conversation with Godiva, that the mood needed to change and fast. Sure, Emmett was always up for making a new friend but he seriously needed to get laid. It’d been almost a month and he just didn’t want to wait much longer. He and Brian had been working on becoming good friends, at least it seemed that way, but he needed more than that. He knew he was taking a chance on losing not only a chance to get laid but a potential friend, but his twitching ass and throbbing dick overrode that thinking. Fortunately, however, it seemed that Brian had no problem with the change. Emmett watched as the already large bulge in Brian’s jeans grew even larger. He had to be at least a full ten inches when completely hard. That thought made Emmett’s dick even harder.

They pulled up in front of an old apartment building that looked like it had seen better days. It was apparently the only thing the college student could afford. Emmett didn’t really care as long as they got some privacy. When they got out of the car and into the building it seemed they were both annoyed that there was no elevator. They would have to wait until they got upstairs to start the festivities. Both of them took the stairs two at a time, neither having a hard time keeping up as they both had extremely long legs.

As soon as they got to Brian’s door, Brian pushed Emmett against it and kissed him hard. Emmett willingly parted his lips, allowing Brian’s tongue entrance. They continued to kiss, Emmett’s hand rubbing Brian’s cock through his jeans as Brian tried to get his key into the lock and get the door open. When it finally came open they tumbled to the floor. Rather than getting up, however, they were so desperate for release that they simply moved enough for Brian to get the door shut.

The kissing resumed as Brian moved his hands, undoing Emmett’s pants and shoving a hand inside, wrapping his warm fingers around Emmett’s cock. He smiled when Emmett moaned, moving his mouth down to lick and suck on the other man’s neck. Emmett groaned when Brian removed his fingers and started to slide the pants down his slender hips. In one smooth motion Emmett’s pants were on the other side of the room, along with his underwear. Brian sat back on his knees enough to get his pants down just enough to free his cock. Before he could get back into position, Emmett slid out from under him and engulfed his entire length in one swallow.

Brian was caught off guard and fell back, his dick slipping from Emmett’s mouth only momentarily. Emmett was on him again, sucking hard. Brian’s hand found its way into Emmett’s hair and he couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped his lips. Emmett was good at this, having practically no gag reflex. Brian would have been impressed if he could have formed a coherent thought.

"Close," was all Brian managed to utter as Emmett deep throated him and swallowed. Moments later Brian’s back arched up off the floor as he came and Emmett swallowed every last drop. He licked Brian clean, then sat back, expecting a break while Brian recuperated. To Emmett’s amazement, Brian never even got soft.

Emmett was taken by surprise when Brian practically tackled him to the floor, kissing him again. Brian managed to wiggle his way out of his pants but not before grabbing the condom and lube from his pocket. He was sheathed, lubed and in position before Emmett even knew what hit him.

"Ready?" Brian asked. Emmett looked at him, then nodded. He moaned loudly, throwing his head back, as the huge dick seemed to split him in two. With no preparation it was painful but so worth it. Brian shoved in to the hilt, then gave Emmett time to adjust. When Emmett bucked his hips, Brian started thrusting, slowly at first.

"God you’re tight," Brian moaned as he pushed back in. He didn’t top very often and this particular experience had him wondering why. He knew that if Emmett hadn’t just sucked him off, he never would have lasted past the first couple of thrusts.

"Oh god!" Emmett reached up and grabbed Brian’s arms as Brian angled his hips to hit Emmett’s prostate. The pace picked up and soon Emmett reached between them. Brian slapped Emmett’s hand away from his dick.

"Don’t touch." He smirked and angled his hips again. He had every intention of making Emmett cum without ever touching his dick. Emmett groaned. He reached up and pulled Brian down into a heated kiss. His tongue invaded Brian’s mouth. The pace picked up even more and it wasn’t long before Emmett was screaming as he came. His orgasm was so intense he saw stars and he swore that his back arched at almost a forty five degree angle. He could feel cum hit his hair and swore he heard it hit the floor above his head. His entire body shuddered with the force of his orgasm. Shortly thereafter Brian’s body went completely stiff and he moaned loudly as he came, then collapsed on top of Emmett in a sweaty, panting heap.

When he managed to gather enough strength, he pulled out and rolled over, removing the condom and tying it off before he tossed it aside, intending to pick it up later. Neither said anything. They simply lay there trying to get their breathing back under control.

"That was great." Emmett was the first to break the silence. Brian nodded his agreement.

"You have a very talented mouth." Brian chuckled. It had been the best blow job he’d ever gotten to date.

"Why thank you," Emmett chuckled.

They got up and Brian went into the bathroom, coming back with a wet washcloth so Emmett could get cleaned up. As they started dressing, Brian looked at Emmett.

"You need a ride home?" He usually made them take a cab but he really liked Emmett.

"I can get a ride." Emmett pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. They were quiet again. Brian continued to look at Emmett for a minute.

"I don’t normally do this but would you like to hang out some time?" Brian could see the protest forming on Emmett’s lips before he said a word. "Just as friends," he said. He really enjoyed talking to Emmett and found that he didn’t want to lose contact with him.

Emmett looked at Brian for a minute, then smiled. He genuinely liked Brian and even though he didn’t normally make friends with tricks, he felt the need to make an exception. "Sure." Emmett said.

They exchanged phone numbers before Emmett headed out the door to call Godiva for a ride home. Neither of them realized they’d just begun what would turn into a life long friendship.

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