BRIAN It had been two months since I started living with Justin. We had developed a routine. Weekday mornings were spent sharing showers that of course led to fucking. Of course after that I was ravenous so I had to have breakfast. Not pop tarts or sugary sweet cereal or stopping by a fast food place for breakfast. Each morning Justin actually cooked me breakfast. Omelets, bacon, sausage, waffles, french toast, pan cakes, muffins an assortment of fresh fruit and oatmeal. Justin would even cook quiches and muffins at night for the next morning. My own mother never cared whether I ate or not. Justin did. Although I always ate a hearty breakfast Justin only had coffee, juice and sometimes toast or a bran muffin. Justin had adjusted his schedule so that most mornings we ate together and we left out together. At breakfast we sorta set up the rest of the day. If I planned on getting in late I knew to call and let him know where I was going, whom I was going with and what time I expected to be home. Of course only part of this rule applied to Justin. If he was going to be late he’d call and tell me. He NEVER told me what he was doing or me who he was with. Saturday mornings were exclusively for fucking. From the time we both cracked our eyes it was on. We fucked before we got out of bed. We fucked in the shower. We fucked during and after breakfast and if I had to work we’d fuck once I got home from work before going out. Then we’d fuck once we got back from the club. Sunday mornings were spent pretty much the same. Except Justin was always up and out of the loft by 10:00 a.m. Justin spent every Sunday with Daph and Chas. If I wasn’t working I’d go with Justin and we’d eat Brunch at Daph’s then take Chas out to Kiddie World and give Daph some time to herself. I was amazed at watching the Stud of Liberty Avenue play with his daughter and tolerate almost a hundred screaming 2 to 5 year olds in a restaurant and activity center geared just for them. Justin had an enormous amount of patience with Chas. I’d look around Kiddie World and there wouldn’t be that many Dads’ there with their kids. It was mostly Moms. It hammered in just what an amazing father Justin really was and how much he loved Chas. After a few hours at Kiddie World we’d stop for lunch at the diner. Debbie would ooh and aah all over Chas. Funny thing Chas didn’t much like Michael. She’d pout and whine whenever he came near her. That only served him right because it was about what he did when I was around him. After we left the diner we’d go back to Daph’s watch a move then we’d eat dinner. After dinner while I lounged in Daph’s family room she and Justin would give Chas a bath and put her to bed. To be THE Liberty Avenue Stud Justin was pretty domestic. We usually went out to Woody’s on Thursday’s, and Babylon’s on Friday’s and Saturday’s. Sunday night was another trip to Woody’s then back home where we’d spend the rest of the night fucking. I had yet to set foot in the Backroom, the Bath’s or some of the other Gay bars on the strip. Justin had decided I wasn’t ready for it. After the Babylon fiasco we’d established a *Don’t ask, Don’t tell* policy. I never asked Justin where he’d been when he got in after 2:00 a.m. some mornings and he never told me. I’d pretend to be asleep when he slid the steel door open and shut it behind him. I’d listen to his every movement as he tossed his keys in the glass bowl, re-set the alarm, walked into the dressing area, stripped his clothes off, took a shower and climbed in bed with me his body warm and damp from the shower smelling of the expensive soap he loved. At least he didn’t come to bed smelling of his latest trick. I told myself that living with Justin was enough. That being the one sharing Justin’s life, his home, was all I needed, but it still bothered me that he fucked other guys. That I wasn’t enough for him. I hadn’t fucked another guy since I moved in with Justin. He was enough for me. He was all I needed. Justin had unbelievable stamina. Most of the time Justin wore me out. He was definitely all I needed. Unfortunately he didn’t feel the same about me. I knew Justin thought monogamy was for dykes and heteros. Still I couldn’t stop myself from wishing I was all Justin wanted. All he needed. I tried to console myself with the fact that Justin had told me when he was through with a trick he got up and left. No hugs, no kisses, no cuddling. Justin told me the next day he barely remembered their names. They were just an endless, faceless ocean of dicks and asses. At least Justin remembered my name, I thought wryly. And he knew my body and what I wanted and needed better than I did. He knew how fast, how slow, when to caress, when to stroke, when to thrust, when to bite, when to nibble or when to just remain still and whisper dirty sayings in my ear until I lost all semblance of control. Justin knew my body better than I did. I was definitely not a faceless dick or ass. And the *afterwards.* Nothing could compare to it. It was the best. It was something I’d never shared with anyone else. Only with Justin. I loved the *afterwards* as much as I love the fucking. After we fucked Justin would hold me and kiss me and run his blunt fingers through my hair. He’d sometimes tease me about all the noise I made, my lack of control or tickle me until it turned into another bout of fucking. What I loved most was when it was late and we’d finished fucking and I could hear Justin’s harsh breathing, feel his breath against my ear, smell the mixture of our joined scents on his body and I’d fall asleep with his arms wrapped around me. That’s what sustained me on the nights he came home after 2:00 a.m. and I knew he’d been with another man. At least I knew that the other men didn’t get the *afterwards.* So, I consoled myself with what I had with Justin. Which from what Debbie, Ted and Em told me was more than he’d ever given anyone. Even Ethan. I wanted to ask them about Ethan but something told me it would be best not to pry into Justin’s private life. If Justin wanted me to know about Ethan he would tell me. The only thing I really hated about living with Justin was that he supported me financially. Oh he didn’t make a big deal of it. It was just one more thing he did for me. I could have helped a little if Justin hadn’t made me cut back on my hours at the Q. My parents never cared how many hours I worked. Justin did. The doctor released me to go back to work about two weeks after I moved in with Justin. Since I had been off for two weeks and because Andrew was such a major asshole I was really pulling some late hours. After a week of me arriving home on a school day after 12:00 a.m. Justin casually asked why I was staying out so late on school nights. I told him my boss had assigned me longer hours. Justin put an end to the long hours. He simply stated: *From now on you don’t work after 9:00 p.m. on a school night or after 11:00 p.m. on the weekend and you get every other weekend off. School is more important than your job at the fucking Q.* When I asked what if my boss wouldn’t change my hours Justin’s answer had been clear, hard and decisive. *Then the Q will be less one employee.* Well it didn’t come to that. Andrew bitched like a high school girl but when I told him if he couldn’t cut back my hours I’d quit he finally agreed. Mostly because he enjoyed making my life miserable at work. Besides there was no way Andrew would allow me to quit. If I left the Big Q he wanted to fire me. Andrew had a major hard on for me and not in a good way. The cut in my paycheck was hard. I was used to making 40 hours a week. Cutting back to 15 - 20 hours a week had been brutal. My job at the Q paid for gas money for the Jeep and for lunches at school, sometimes I could even treat Justin to a beer or two at Woody’s but that was it. I had a strict policy of putting money in my savings account and even with the cut in my working hours I still did that. Which meant fewer dollars in my pocket. I couldn’t contribute to the household expenses. When I mentioned it to Justin he told me the only thing he expected me to do was go to school, get some decent grades, graduate from college, get a good job then pay him back. I had every intention of doing just that. I was keeping an estimate of living expenses, plus the amount of money I charged on Justin’s credit card for clothes, the five thousands he gave my Old Man and a few miscellaneous items. At the rate I was going by the time I finished college I’d have to win a million dollar lottery to pay Justin back. I watched as Justin shrugged on his jacket. Today Justin was wearing a dark blue Armani suit with a light blue shirt and striped tie. Justin had the most perfect hair. Every strand was in place. He looked every bit of the successful businessman. Even with the love bite I’d just put on his jaw this morning visible just above the collar of his shirt. Justin’s skin was so pale every little bite seemed to show up on him. I admired him openly. I hoped to one-day look just as good in a suit as he did. I wanted to ask him about his plans for this evening. Justin always looked nice but if he wasn’t seeing clients, or had a presentation he dressed casually. Usually slacks, jacket and a long sleeved silk t-shirt. I knew he had an important meeting today. He’d been working hard on it all week. He even allowed me to give him some ideas and make some changes to the boards his head ad executive had given him for today’s presentation. “What’s your schedule like?” Justin asked as me as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. The question was really rhetorical since my school and work schedule were pinned on the refrigerator with a Liberty Avenue diner magnet. “Not much. Just swim…” The ringing of Justin’s cellular telephone interrupted my sentence. Justin anchored his cellular telephone between his ear and his shoulder. He was on the telephone with Anna. He had a presentation with a prospective client today. I’d been trying to work up the courage to ask him to come to my swim meet tonight but I hadn’t quite gotten up the nerve. I listened to parts of his conversation as I scraped my plate and placed it in the dishwasher. “The size of your Christmas bonus depends on the outcome of this meeting. So you need to make sure the boards are in order and that audio/visuals have been set up.” I listened intently as Justin went over today’s schedule with Anna. “So, we have the Digidata presentation 10:30 this morning. That will give us time for lunch and to set up for the CompuGames presentation at 4:00 p.m. It should only take about an hour or hour in a half to pitch it.” Justin squeezed my waist as I passed by him, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his body. I leaned into him as he finished his conversation with Anna. “No they wanted to have it late this evening. Probably have another pitch scheduled for earlier today but the later time slot is better for us. So we’ll do the presentation and then finish up with dinner and drinks before we see them to their hotels. I’ll see you in the office in about an hour.” Justin flipped the lid shut on his phone and slipped it in his breast pocket. “So what did you want to ask me?” When I didn’t immediately answer him Justin arched his eyebrows and looked at me expectantly. I knew I had to tell him something. “Oh, I was just wondering what time you’d get in tonight,” I lied. I could tell Justin knew I wasn’t telling him everything by the look he was giving me. His telephone conversation with Anna had successfully put an end to my hopes that he could attend my swim meet. He didn’t press it. “I will probably be late so make sure to stop off and get something to eat before you get in.” He looked at me hard. “Are you sure you didn’t have something more to ask me?” “Yeah. I just thought maybe we could call it an early night and spend it in bed.” At least that much wasn’t a lie. I loved when Justin fucked me. He laughed. “You are going to kill me. Don’t you ever get enough?” This time I was able to laugh as I answered him, “There is no such thing as enough.” “No,” he said as he gave me his Sunshine smile, “I agreed. With you I’ll always want more.” He kissed me hard and released me. “Come on let’s get out of here before we are both late.” He moved away and went to grab his coat and head for the door. I was right behind him. He stopped to give me a lingering kiss at the door. “Later.” “Later,” I repeated. --------- I pulled the Jeep into the student parking lot and stepped out. “Hey, Brian.” I glanced over into the face of Daisy the school’s Barbie Doll wanna be. No matter how many times I rebuffed her she just wouldn’t give it up. “Hi Daisy.” She leaned against my car in what I guessed she considered a sexy irresistible pose. Her blouse was unbuttoned to show off cleavage that seemed to appear over the weekend. Rumor was her Mommy had bought her a size C rack. “I really love your Jeep. When are you going to take me for a ride?” She purred as she batted her heavily mascared lashes at me. “Piss off. If you want a ride go ride your broom,” Cynthia sneered. Somehow Cynthia was at my side and I hadn’t seen her approach. “You are such a Bitch,” Daisy told her as she pushed past Cynthia. “Thanks Cyn, I owe you one.” Cynthia had been my best friend since we both started elementary school. We both came from dysfunctional families. Her parents were divorced and her mother was more of a Party Girl than a mother. Cynthia had practically raised her self. Her Dad had married again and he’d become the name of the child support check Dad. In middle school I finally professed to Cynthia that I liked guys. She told me she figured it since I never tried to hit on her. It didn’t seem to change anything between us. We stayed friends. I told Cynthia things I’d never tell anyone else. Not even Blake my only male friend. We met Blake in middle school. He was this shy, skinny awkward kid that the bullies picked on. Cynthia and I befriended him and took up for him when he was picked on. Slowly Blake started standing up for himself. He too came from a dysfunctional family. His mother had died when he was 10 years old. He didn’t have any brothers or sisters. Once his Dad had learned he wasn’t athletic he didn’t have much to do with him. Plus Blake admitted to me that his Dad had guessed he was Gay and avoided him like the plague. Because we had no one else we became each other’s family. Blake and I attended all of the school plays Cynthia participated in and she attended the Soccer games and swim meets we were in. I smiled down at Cynthia. Cynthia had been a brunette until the summer before we started high school. Then she’d emerged as what she called A Honey Blonde. Cynthia’s dyed blonde hair was in a careless windblown style that had probably taken her an hour to create. Her blue eyes were set off by liner, her cheekbones highlighted with blush and her lips shone brightly with pink lip-gloss. If she was any indication Blondes certainly had their share of fun. Every straight guy in school and even some of the teachers had hit on Cynthia. She turned them all down. She was into rich college guys. I once asked Cynthia if she liked older guys why wouldn’t she date a teacher. Her response was simple she wasn’t born into money she was going to have to either get a high paying job or marry into it. Teachers did not make the kind of money to support the lifestyle she wanted. I respected Cynthia for her honesty and for setting her goals early in life. It was cold but Cynthia’s coat was open to show off her short navy blue pleated skirt that hugged her small waist and slender hips, showed off her long tan legs and her tight sparkling white Peter Pan collar blouse molded to her generous breast. Although her clothing purposely flaunted and inflamed our tight ass administrators and teachers she was perfectly in line with the dress code. A fact that she pointed out to them whenever something was said about her clothing. Our schoolmaster had threatened several times to revise our dress code to ban tight clothing. Until then Cynthia was perfectly within school guidelines. “So, is he coming?” she asked excitedly. Cynthia had been anxious to meet Justin since I started e-mailing her the day after I moved in with him. I gave her the whole story of how I ended up living with him. When I returned to school driving the Jeep and wearing new clothes she was impressed and speechless. She couldn’t wait to meet him. She stopped in the middle of the school walkway and the other students had to veer around us. “Did you even ask him?” I shrugged, “Not really. He was on the telephone this morning. I heard him talking about a late meeting and taking the clients to drinks then dinner. I know how important this presentation is for him. I sorta figured he wouldn’t be available.” We started back walking heading into the school building. I wondered if I was pouting. Or having what Justin called one of my *Drama Princess* moments. It certainly sounded like I was. I didn’t know why I was so disappointed. I’d been on the swim team since I was in middle school. My parents hadn’t come to see me once. I don’t know why it bothered me that Justin wouldn’t be there tonight. It wasn’t really for a medal or anything. It was only a training exercise to get us prepared. The real competitions wouldn’t start until sometime in late spring. I let out a little sigh. Cynthia wrapped her arms around my left arm and gave me an encouraging smile. “Don’t sweat it. He can come the next time. He has to make the big bucks to keep you in the style you’re becoming accustomed to.” I couldn’t help but smile back at her. “Hey, and you should be glad he isn’t coming,” she said smiling devilishly. I knew I would regret it but I had to ask. “And why is that?” She gave me her sexy come hitcher smile. The one that seemed to work on every straight student and teacher in school. “Oh, because I intended to take him from you. I need me a Sugar Daddy to let me drive his car and buy me some new clothes, set me up in a expensive designer furnished loft and give me all this good, mind blowing make you scream loving you say he’s giving you.” I slapped her on her ass and made her yelp, “That look doesn’t work on me. And if you see Justin you will want him but believe me you are not his type.” “If everything you’ve told me about him is true I’d say his type is a long legged beautiful man with smoldering hazel eyes and chestnut colored hair.” “Yeah,” I agreed feeling better, “it is.” I held the door into the school building open as Cynthia brushed past me, “Well if either of you change your mind and figure out you’re straight I’m available.” “I’ll be sure to tell Justin,” I promised. ------------------ JUSTIN Anna and I were still milling around in the conference room with 2 employees from my art design staff and the executives from CompuGames. Everything had gone better than I planned. It had been an enormous success. I’d have to properly thank Brian for the suggestions he gave me about the verbal and visual presentation. He’d made a few suggestion about the font and size of the lettering and exchanging the blue background for orange. He’d also suggested a few key words to use to pull the clients in. A presentation that would have been great turned out spectacular. The presentation had been and astounding success. Brian was absolutely brilliant. He was going to be a great ad executive. I looked at my head advertising executive Vance Gardner. Vance loved designer clothes, expensive liquor, cigars and women. He considered himself to be quite the ladies man. He wasn’t really that attractive. He was medium height with muscles turning to fat, thinning brown hair and quite pompous. I kept him on because he had great business contacts. He brought in the prospective business. Yet, for all his contacts Vance wasn’t a very good advertising executives. It was usually left up to me and Anna to make corrections and changes to the ad copies he gave us. Brian had seen me working on the CompuGames presentation this week and he’d given me a lot of input. I’m glad I used it. Brian hadn’t finished college and already he was a much better ad man than Vance Gardner would ever be. I glanced at my watch. It was 5:15 p.m. I started thinking about this morning. Something was going on with Brian. He had wanted to ask me something but he didn’t. He told me it was nothing but it had been bothering me all day. I excused myself from the group of execs I’d been talking with and motioned with my head for Anna. She came directly to my side. “I’ve already checked on the limo it will be here in 20 minutes. The reservation is at 6:00.” Anna was always prepared and on top of things. “Good. Anna I want you to call Brian’s school and see if anything is going on. Something was bothering him this morning and I think it may have to do with school. If you can’t get anyone at their office try the numbers for his friends Cynthia and Blake.” “Sure I’m right on it, Jus.” I watched her leave the conference room then I turned my attention back to our new clients. I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to what was being said. I was however listening enough to ask the right questions to keep the conversation flowing. I looked up as Anna motioned me over to the door. I excused myself again and left the group. Anna whispered in my ear what she’d been able to find out. There was no answer at the school's main line but she'd been able to contact Cynthia. I didn’t think twice about my decision. I made my apologies to the clients. Turned them over to the capable hands of Anna and Vance and left. I arrived at the high school aquatic center within thirty minutes. I would have gotten there sooner but traffic had been heavy. The center wasn’t that crowded. Finding an empty bleacher was quite easy. It didn’t take me long to spot Brian. He was standing next to a medium height blonde guy and they seemed to be in deep conversation. I admired Brian’s sleek lean body. Brian had wide defined shoulders, sleek muscled arms and legs and long narrow feet. His hair was damp and brushed off his face. I especially admired the way his black swimming trunks fit him. I looked around and realized some women and even a few men were admiring it too. I leaned back and rested my elbows on the bleacher behind me and waited for Brian to notice I was there. “Excuse me. Are you by any chance Justin? Anna called me.” I looked up in to see a young blonde. This had to be the Cynthia that Brian talked about incessantly. “Yes, I am.” “Wow!” she exclaimed as she gave me the once over. “He didn’t lie you are gorgeous.” I was really going to like this girl. “Thank you and it is mutual.” She blushed profusely. She was a beautiful girl. I began to wonder if Brian had ever had sex with her. I'd certainly have to ask him. I leaned up and offered her my hand. She shook it. “Why don’t you join me?” I slid over to make room for her. “Thanks,” she said as she sat beside me. “He’s going to be so hyped when he realizes you’re here. He’s not really use to anyone coming to see him swim. Well, I come to see him all the time....and Blake. But Blake is on the swim team so of course he has to be here. We are like each other’s surrogate family,” she rambled. I idly listened to her ramblings as I stared at Brian. What I most wanted to know was *WHO* he was talking to. The guy was an attractive slender dirty blonde. His wet swim trunk fit tightly against his slim body. He had a nice size bulge in his blue trunks. My Gaydar had never failed me and I could tell the guy was definitely Gay. Mostly due to the undivided attention he was giving to Brian. I wondered if Brian had ever fucked him. Or if Brian was interested in him. I couldn't stop him from fucking other guys if that what he wanted to do. Hell, I still did. No where near as many as I did before Brian but still just to prove I was still a *free* agent I did. I gave the guy the once over again. He wasn’t my type but maybe he was Brian’s. “Cynthia who is the guy Brian is talking to?” “Oh, that’s just Blake. We’ve all been friends since high school. He’s nothing to worry about. Don’t get me wrong he’d get with Brian in a minute if Brian gave him any encouragement but Brian never will.” I briefly wondered if I sounded jealous then dismissed the thought. Of course I hadn’t because I wasn’t I assured myself. Just as Cynthia finished her sentence Brian looked around the bleachers. I’m sure he was looking to see where Cynthia was sitting. The moment he spotted me our eyes locked and that sexy crooked smile broke across his face. He gave me a little wave that I returned. He bent over to whisper something in Blake’s ear and I got the quick once over from Blake. The bleachers were hard but I tried to relax and enjoy the swim competition. And of course Cynthia was giving me a running commentary on everyone in attendance, parents, students, teachers and administrators. There didn’t seem to be anything that she didn’t know. I waited patiently next to the Jeep. The competition had been over for about 30 minutes. I watched as people spilled out of the center and milled about the parking lot. It was almost empty except for parents waiting on their sons or daughters to come out. Cynthia was waiting with me. I spotted Brian as soon as he came out of the center. He walked up to me and smiled. I could tell he wanted to hug me or kiss me but he was still a little unsure about PDA’s away from Liberty Avenue. “You came,” he said that goofy grin plastered across his face. “Yeah. Next time you have something important going on at school tell me. Let me decide whether or not I can make it.” “Deal,” he said sheepishly. “Oh, this is Blake.” I reached out and shook Blake’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” “Thanks,” he said shyly. “I have to drop my friends off at their homes then I’ll be home.” I reached out and touched Brian’s arm, “Be careful and don’t take long. We can celebrate your win.” He blushed, “It was nothing. This wasn’t really a competition. It was just sorta a training. “We’ll still celebrate. Plus I have to pay you for your suggestions. They went over great.” “You got the account?” Brian asked ecstatically. “Yeah, so we’ll celebrate your win and my win. I’ll order Thai for dinner…..and then we’ll go to bed early like you wanted.” His eyes lit up with lust, “I’ll be home as soon as possible.” I waited until Brian and his friends got in the Jeep and drove away and then I got in my car and left. If that smoldering look Brian gave me was any indication we had a long night ahead.