The Trick The backroom of Babylon has a sharp smell of sweat and hardcore pure sex, it ligers in the air like the smell of sugar in a candy store. Brian roams around lazily, studying cluster of bodies grinding and yearning fiction together. Watching the couples and threesomes of naked men like a voyeur outside a bedroom window. He takes slow strides along the backroom, not at all shy to look and stare as he seeks for the perfect trick that will satisfy his needs for the night. A trick that can be a little bit better than the one he had last night but a little worst than the one he’ll fuck tomorrow. Pants and grunts can almost echo throughout the room. Brian can feel his hard-on hurting and pulsing against his jeans. He needs to get off in the moments to come or he’ll come without a single touch. Brian leans against the sticky brick wall and waits. The ecstasy pill he popped earlier on the dance floor finally starts to take its effect in Brian’s body. He slowly roams his right hand down to his own crotch and carelessly feels himself; he lets his head fall back against the brick wall. A dark looking guy comes towards Brian, offering himself to pleasure him. Brian vaguely gazes at him. His face is almost completely covered behind a highly raised scarf that’s wrapped around the trick’s neck. He has dirty blond hair that’s almost long enough to hide his stunning blue eyes. Brian tries to not pay attention to him but can’t help to notice how young and innocent this trick looks. Their eyes filled with lust and a long passionate stare strikes between them. Brian doesn’t break their deep stare until the blond guy slowly kneels before Brian and unzips his jeans, making his way towards Brian’s arching cock. Brian feels his knees getting weak when he gives the head of Brian’s cock a small lick. His hot, perfectly shaped lips engulf Brian’s shaft and suck with a talented tongue. Brian moans at the first few licks, his finger’s gently caress the trick’s blond hair as his head moves from front to back. It’s not long until Brian fucks his trick’s mouth and gets off down the blond’s throat. The trick licks his lips and gets up from the floor, staring intently into Brian’s hazel-honey eyes. Brian smirks evilly but before the can make his first move to walk away like he always does, the blond trick grabs the hem of Brian’s jeans, his fingers brushing against Brian soft pubs. He pulls him closer towards his hips. “I don’t think so…” Brian grabs his trick’s wrist to push him away but the trick only gets closer to Brian’s personal space. “I want you to fuck me so hard.” The blond casually whispers so softly and so filled with eager. He rubs his cock with Brian’s and that’s enough for Brian to reconsider and think about taking this trick to his loft to fuck him senseless. Together, they head out the backroom’s exit door. Once they’re both sitting in Brian’s black Jeep with their safety belts buckled, Brian drives out of Liberty Avenue towards Tremont, he pushes on the brakes when the signal lights turn to bright red. The blond that was suspiciously sitting without speaking a single word, quickly turns around to look back if there’s any car in sight. He suddenly takes out a gun and violently points it hard in Brian’s ribcage. With his other hand, he aggressively grabs the back of Brian’s hair and pulls backward, hard enough to hurt Brian and make him yelp. The blond nervously looks around for other cars but the streets are deserted and there’s no one around. Brian looks sideways at his trick, breathing heavily in pain. Before he can do anything, like hitting the blond, the trick punches the corner of Brian’s lip with the back of the cold metal gun. Blood drips from Brian’s mouth and down his chin. “Keep on driving and I won’t kill you.”