|notreallyme10 (notreallyme10) wrote,|
@ 2007-08-20 09:37:00
Originally posted: 10/29/06 LJ
Notes: My first B/J fiction.
Justin developed a little habit a few months after we met that he knew drove me crazy. The first time he did it was a night we were going out to Babylon. He had been begging me for weeks to fuck him in the backroom. And I could say that I had been refusing ‘cause I was worried about his safety or how he would feel about himself after fucking in front of all of those people, but that would be a lie. Those are valid concerns, and I probably should have been thinking about them; but, as everyone knows, I am an asshole. Don’t get me wrong, I always looked out for the kid, but truth be told, I usually had other things on my mind. I liked Justin wrapped around my little finger and begging on his knees, and the more I told him he wasn’t ready the more he pleaded. Little did I know at that time Justin wouldn’t always need me the way he did then. He might always want me, but he stopped needing me in the not too distant future. In fact, that night should have been my first clue that it was coming, but I was too blinded by my lust for the little fucker. That night he still needed me, and I probably would have tortured him for a few more weeks before finally giving him what he wanted until he whispered in my ear “I’m all ready for you.”
It is amazing to think how early on that boy figured out how to get what he wanted out of me. I knew what he meant immediately. He had won this round already. “Tell me.” This was a little thing we did. The fact that we had ‘little things’ should have been a hint that what we were doing was more than just fucking, but as I’m sure you know already, I can be pretty oblivious. It all started the first time I fucked him with a dildo. I had him on his hands and knees and I wasn’t holding back at all, I was fucking him hard, and, as with every new sexual experience I threw his direction, he couldn’t get enough. I told him to, “tell me, tell me how this feels,” and he did. He told me it was wonderful and he wanted more and harder and he begged for me to make him come just like this without touching his dick and he asked for me to hurt him. I could never understand how this little kid could be so open and comfortable and free and just give himself so completely to me. Looking back on it now I realize that is what kept me coming back for more. After that I said ‘tell me’ a lot. I loved hearing dirty things pour from his pretty mouth, and he loved making me happy and hard.
So when I said ‘tell me’ on the dance floor of Babylon that night he didn’t hold back anything. “I knew I wanted you to fuck me in the backroom tonight, and while I was waiting for you to come home from work I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was so fucking hard just thinking about it. Picturing what it would be like for you to fuck me with all those men watching, you fucking me while all those other men fuck around us. I was so deep in my fantasy I don’t think I even realized I was touching myself. But when I did, I knew I wanted more. I got my fingers all wet with lube and started running them over my hole. Then I pushed one in, kinda rough like I like, and when I thrust in a second time, I added a second finger. I was touching myself just the way you touch me, the way you taught me I love, but I kept thinking how much better it would feel if it was your cock. So I got more lube and got my fingers really wet and made sure that my hole was all ready for you to slide into….that is if you think I’m ready for the backroom.” Like I said, little fucker! The little shit whispered all this while rubbing my dick through the front of my jeans. “Did you finish jerking off?” I know I was just making matters worse, but I just loved hearing that boy talk like this. “Yes, I came really hard, and then I licked my fingers clean. It made me think about sucking your dick and tasting your come on my tongue.” And then finally there was a small crack in this act of his. “God Brian, I really need you to fuck me. I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Not that this slip up did anything to slow down the progression of the night, but it did give me back some control. I thought I had him back where I liked him best, begging. Of course, if I had half a brain I would have realized that the kid did that on purpose too. Too smart for his own fucking good!
I’m sure the next part of the story won’t be a big surprise; I took him in the backroom and fucked the shit out of him. Justin, of course, proved to be a true exhibitionist, moaning louder than usual and attracting quite the crowd. And I swear to god it was one of the best orgasms of my life. So after that he would surprise me often by preparing himself in advance. He’d come back from the bathroom at the diner and whisper in my ear, “I just fingered myself, and I’m so wet and ready for you.” Or we’d be dancing at Babylon, and I’d slip my hand down his pants and across his hole and feel the lube. God it made me fucking hot, and we would inevitable be fucking within a few minutes.