Brian opened his eyes and sat back up. “Nothing. I want to go home and fuck. Same as every night. What’s the big fucking deal?”
Michael shrugged his shoulders. “No deal, I guess.”
Brian turned to look at Hunter who still had his mouth hung open. “You’re drooling, Hunter.” And he reached out and pushed up on Hunter’s jaw to close his mouth.
Hunter was so lost in thought that his jaw was relaxed enough that when Brian did it, it slammed shut so easily that his teeth clicked together. Brian instantly started laughing not realizing the force he had pushed with. Hunter punched him in the arm. Brian grabbed his arm and said, “Ow.”
“Would you two stop it?” Michael said just like he had earlier, causing Brian and Hunter both to turn to look at him at the same time, then all busted up laughing again.
Brian’s sudden laughter halted when he saw that Justin was once again at the front table. Damn.
Michael saw the instant change on Brian’s face and turned around. Sure enough Justin was back to the guys…flirting. The little shit. He furrowed his brows at Justin, pursed his lips, folded his arms across his chest and huffed as he turned to give Ben an ‘I told you so’ look. Ben shook his head and rubbed the top of Michael’s head, pulling it toward him for a kiss.
Justin had gone to check on them, refilling their cokes, asking them if they wanted dessert and leaving their check when they’d said no. Justin was surprised that didn’t bring about anymore unwanted advances but he shrugged it off and turned to leave the table.
Jason grabbed his wrist to stop him. “You've been running around like a chook with its head cut off all night. Why don’t you sit and have a yack with us?” he asked Justin.
Justin chuckled. “Have a what?”
“A yack, a chat,” Jason tried to explain. “You know, talk.”
“Ooooh,” Justin exclaimed as he pulled his hand away from Jason. “I can’t. I really need to get done here, Brian’s waiting.”
“Come on, I got more of those corny lines you like so much.” Jason grabbed the hem of Justin’s apron and started pulling it towards him.
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Brian was glaring at Jason’s hand on Justin’s apron. His breathing got just a little bit heavier. He was getting mad. Why didn’t this guy realize that Justin was off limits? What was he going to have to do to make this guy understand that he should keep his hands to himself? It was obvious they'd walked in together and he’d already kissed him in front of them and everybody else…twice. Was he going to have to drop Justin on the floor right there and fuck him for this guy to get the hint? Surely not. ‘That’s a bad idea,’ his mind thought. But his dick seemed to think it was a good one because it was still remembering that sensual kiss from a few minutes ago. Brian was getting very turned on when he should have been getting angry. Shit.
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“Alright, one more corny line,” Justin agreed while rolling his eyes and laughing.
“Righto then,” Jason said glancing at his friends and smiling. Alexander and Matthew looked at each other shaking their heads. “Come here,” he added as he tugged on Justin’s apron and motioned for Justin to come closer.
Justin looked to Jason’s friends for a reason why he needed to lean closer but the blank look on their faces didn’t give him one. He decided to go with it and leaned closer, it was just harmless flirting. What harm could it do?
Jason let go of his apron and moved his hand to the side of Justin’s face, brushing softly with his thumb. His eyes locked on Justin’s and Justin suddenly felt a little entranced. Jason whispered, “Would you like to try an Australian kiss?” Justin didn’t answer, feeling a little lost in the moment, his dick slightly responding to Jason’s hot breath against his face. Jason removed his hand from Justin’s face and slowly trailed it down his chest and over his belt. As he continued lower from there, he added, “It’s just like a French kiss, only it’s down under.” And he gave Justin’s groin a squeeze.
Justin stood up abruptly with a little yelp and took a step back…
Brian stood up abruptly and yelled across the diner, “JUSTIN!!”
'Oh shit' was the first thought that crossed Justin's mind after hearing Brian yell his name. The second thought immediately after that was a vision of Jason turning into a cartoon character on a page out of a comic book and Brian pissing all over him then wading him up in a paper ball and throwing him in the nearest trash can. He couldn’t allow that to happen so he quickly turned around and went after Brian to stop him from doing what he had envisioned. He rushed up and grabbed his arms. "Bri...." he started to say but he was silenced by the most aggressive kiss he had received from Brian in a very long time...or ever for that matter. His semi-hard dick from Jason’s touch was now rock-hard from the kiss.
Brian grabbed him forcefully, one hand wrapped around the back of his head causing Justin’s hand to fall away from his arm and move to his hip. Brian brought Justin’s face closer, smashing his mouth against his own. The pen that was perched behind Justin's ear fell the ground with a small clink but yet could be heard by everyone in the diner since it was the only sound that was made. Brian forced Justin’s mouth open and plunged his tongue inside, digging for Justin's tongue and then wrapping his around it over and over once he found it. His hand was moving as rapidly on the back of Justin’s head as his tongue was inside his mouth. Brian's long fingers were twisting in the golden locks and tugging and pulling at them trying to get a better grip.
Brian's other hand reached behind Justin's waist pulling his body closer with so much force that the air in Justin's lungs was pushed out his nose, which was the only vacant passageway at the moment. Justin was quickly becoming dizzy from the surprise, the forcefulness of the action and the lack of oxygen in his body but he wanted more and his hands tightened their grip on Brian's shirt.
With Justin returning the kiss and holding onto him tighter, Brian moved his hand to the tie on the back of Justin apron. He pulled at the strings and the bow but instead of getting it untied, it knotted making Brian pull harder. Yanking at it again and again. Justin's body jerked backwards with every tug on the strings then would ricochet forward, bumping their bodies together on every off-stroke of the tugging strings. When the strings finally gave way ripping from the sides of the apron, Justin's body jerked away one last time before Brian pulled him back against him, wrapping his arm around his waist tightly and slamming their dicks together. "Humph," Justin grunted into the kiss at the impact.
Michael jumped up and grabbed Brian's arm. "Brian, what are you doing?" he asked in horror with a raised voice. Brian batted his hand away and returned it to Justin's hair, grabbing a hand full and pulling his head back causing the kiss to be broken so quickly that Justin's tongue was left swirling in the air before it realized it was no longer inside Brian's mouth.
Justin's eyes flew open, the weight of his head safely in Brian's grasp. Panting and out of breath, he stared up at Brian who was staring back down at him; his hazel eyes intense like fire...dilated and glazed over. Michael grabbed his arm again. "Brian," he said more sternly and more quietly. "You're in the middle of the fucking diner. What are you doing?"
Brian released his hold on Justin's head and it bobbled at the loss of its safety net before Justin was able to hold it up on his own. Justin was lost in the moment with only one thought on his mind so he followed his instincts when Brian turned his head away to face Michael; he attacked the inviting flesh of the neck in front of him. Brian jerked his arm free from Michael's grasp and placed his hand firmly in the middle of Michael's chest. "Don't Michael," he said as he pushed him away with enough strength that Michael plopped back down in the booth. "You. Stay," he said with a pointed finger and a raised eyebrow.
Michael's mouth opened like he was going to say something then thought better of it. He shut it quickly, huffed through his nose, pursed his lips, squinted one eye and folded his arms. Michael was in full pout mode so Ben rubbed his back and leaned over to kiss the top of his head.
Brian released his tight hold from around Justin's waist and backed away pulling Justin off his neck, breaking the suction and causing a loud pop. Justin looked up at him with droopy eyes, swollen lips and flushed cheeks. "You. Come," he said grabbing a hold of Justin's tie underneath the apron and pulling him past the cash register, behind the front counter and through the swinging door into the kitchen.
Justin lost all intelligent thought at Brian’s aggressiveness. He forgot about the 'dream guy' in the front booth as his dick throbbed in his pants. He forgot about Kiki's smeared make up and flattened 'do as his mouth watered for the taste of Brian's cock. He forgot about taking orders and bussing tables as his ass twitched with every step. And he forgot about going home to the loft so Brian could fuck him senseless as his balls drew up and began to ache for release. Well, he didn't forget about the fucking him senseless part, just the going to the loft part. The fucking him senseless part was all his throbbing, watering, twitching and aching body would allow him to think about so he allowed Brian to pull him across the diner without any resistance.
Kiki looked up from her dishes and saw them pass by from the open hole in the wall that allowed the dirty dishes to pass through. She did a double take and leaned forward to get a better look through the makeshift window. When the kitchen door swung back against the wall, she jumped slightly, as if it was going to hit her.
A man's startled scream was heard then the loud clang of a falling spatula. "Qué el infierno?" was said in a loud confused voice then Emanuel, the cook, was seen barreling through the swinging door backwards and almost loosing his footing. Someone had obviously pushed him out of his own kitchen. He caught his balance by grabbing onto the front counter. The swinging door swung closed and Emanuel took off his chef's hat and threw it at the door. "Cábron!" he yelled at the closed door as he pounded his fist on the counter. He turned around and saw all the stunned looks on the faces of what was left of the diner customers. Michael, Ben and Hunter in the back booth...the three Australian stud hunks in the front booth...and two giggling queens rushing for the exit. He straightened his apron, lifted his head in pride and huffed as he stormed out the front door mumbling something in Spanish.
After dragging Justin into the kitchen and throwing Emanuel out, Brian backed Justin up against the wall and attacked his mouth again. Every time Justin brought his hands up to Brian’s head, his body, his ass, anywhere, Brian slapped them away. He wanted complete control; Justin was his and he was going to prove it.
Brian’s hand slipped under Justin’s chin; his fingers on one side, his thumb on the other. He held his head up and in place while he kissed him and gnawed on his upper lip, then sucked on his tongue and bit on his bottom lip. He ground his body against Justin’s showing him what he’d done to him. He was rock hard and it was all Justin’s fault.
He pulled away from the kiss…both men gasping for air at the same time. Brian turned Justin’s face to the side and attacked his neck like Justin had done to him earlier.
He gnawed and sucked on the soft flesh, leaving purplish-blue blotches everywhere his mouth had been. It tickled and it was intense…Justin was moaning and arching his neck, trying to get away from the sensation. Brian moved his mouth to Justin’s ear and as he licked up the outer rim and nibbled on the dangling lobe, he reached his other hand to Justin’s crotch. He groped and rubbed Justin’s throbbing erection. Teasing it…taunting it. With every squeeze on his dick and panting hot breath on his ear, Justin whimpered and moaned.
“Do you want that guy to come in here and suck you off?” Brian whispered in Justin’s ear in between licks and nips.
“Oh, God, no,” Justin answered as Brian sucked his ear lobe into his mouth. He shivered as a chill ran up the back of his neck.
“No?” Brian questioned again just to be sure.
“No,” Justin whimpered. “Brian, please.”
“Do you want me to suck you off? Put my mouth on your cock and suck the cum out of you?” Brian continued to taunt him.
“Yes, oh yes.”
“Tell me what you want and I’ll give you the best fucking blow job you’ve ever had.” Brian released his grip on Justin’s dick and jerked on the apron once...twice...three times until the neck strap ripped then he tossed it away.
Justin's breath hitched at the roughness. “Yes, yes, yes,” he said over and over. Brian undid Justin’s belt, unhooked his pants and unzipped them with a rough jerk. Justin’s body wiggled against Brian’s movements and tingles ran up and down his legs.
“Tell me,” he taunted some more as he continued to nibble on his ear.
Justin moaned and swallowed. “Suck me off,” he mumbled through his panted breaths. Brian was driving him wild.
Brian plunged his hand inside Justin’s pants and grabbed his dick. He didn’t stroke his hand, he just held it and pumped his hand opened and closed, creating a throbbing sensation on Justin’s cock. Justin moaned and whimpered…he needed it now. “Louder,” Brian ordered. “Say it louder. Tell me what you want.”
Justin’s chest heaved with desire. “I want you…” he began in a soft voice.
“Louder,” Brian told him again, turning his head back to face him.
“I want you…” Justin said in louder tone.
“Tell me,” Brian pushed.
“SUCK ME OFF!” Justin shouted as loud as he could and pushed down on Brian’s shoulders.
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“Holy shit!” Hunter exclaimed. “That fucking twink’s got some balls to be ordering Brian around like that.”
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“You got it,” Brian whispered in his ear. Justin shivered again at the chills that were caused by the mixture of the wetness from Brian’s tongue and the hot air from Brian’s breath. In a quick flash Brian had Justin’s pants around his ankles and Justin’s dick in his mouth. No teasing licks or kisses yet…he just engulfed the entire thing in one swoop.
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“Shut up!” Michael snapped but silently thinking the same thing. How dare Justin talk to Brian like that or make demands on him like that. If anybody should be giving orders it was Brian. Michael was fuming and shaking his head.
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Justin gasped loudly…the high pitch of the gasp echoing from his throat, making it sound an awful lot like a scream.
Because Brian had forced Justin to open his mouth and tell him what he wanted and encouraged him to be loud, he had opened the floodgates of Justin’s vocal chords and now he just couldn’t be quiet. Words shot out of Justin’s mouth in every direction and at every volume. He kept nothing bottled up. He let it all out. “More. Aaah. Yes. Oooh. God. Ohhh. More.”
Brian bobbed in small movements with Justin's dick staying deep in his mouth, bumping the back of his throat again and again. Justin's hands reached for Brian's head, pulling him closer and making him go deeper. When Brian swallowed around his sensitive head, his mind went blank and his words got stuck. All he could think of was more, more, more. It was almost a chant as each one got louder and louder. “MORE!”
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Michael jumped up out of the booth. “Oh for Pete’s sake!” he complained. “Come on. We’re going,” he huffed looking at Ben and grabbing Hunter by the shirtsleeve.
“No way! Are you listening to that? It’s fucking hot as hell. I’m staying,” Hunter shot back at Michael as he pulled his shirt from his grasp.
“Yes, I’m listening to that and we’re GOING!” Michael answered through gritted teeth.
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“M. M. M. M. MORE! Aahhh!” Justin screamed from the kitchen as Brian swallowed again.
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“NOW!” Michael yelled and grabbed Hunter’s shirt again, pulling him out of the booth and onto his feet.
“Alright, alright.” Hunter finally gave in and made his way to the front door. “Hey stud wanna…” he started to say to Jason while grabbing his dick when Ben cut him off.
“Nope. Wrong again,” Ben said pushing Hunter through the front door and out on the sidewalk.
“Chriiiii…” was all you could hear as the door shut behind them.
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Brian wanted to give Justin the best blowjob he'd ever had and he couldn't do that if Justin was holding him in place so he slapped Justin's hands away. To make sure Justin understood to let Brian work on him at his own pace, Brian let Justin's dick fall from his mouth making Justin whine and whimper. Justin's hands opened and closed, fighting to keep themselves from grabbing Brian and shoving his face back down on his cock.
Brian kissed the swollen aching head then down one side of the shaft to the base, nestling his nose in the crook at the top of Justin's leg. He started sucking on the sensitive flesh leaving more purplish splotches behind as he moved upward; marking Justin as his. When he got to Justin's lower abdomen, he opened his mouth wider and pulled the skin into his mouth, Justin jumped and yelped at the tickling sensation. Brian released the suction and pulled back, admiring the bruise that he'd made just above Justin's hairline. He looked up at Justin and grinned at how lost he was then pushed his cock out of the way with his nose as his mouth wrapped around his dangling sac. He sucked one ball in first then opened wider for the second one. They rolled around in his mouth as his tongue massaged them from underneath.
"Oh God," Justin yelled out again as he looked to the ceiling and arched his neck out. He bounced slightly on his toes...he was so excited.
Brian pulled back letting the balls drop out of his mouth one at a time, then engulfed Justin's cock again going all the way down the shaft and coming all the way back up to the head. He dove over and over scraping his teeth lightly along the top on every up stroke. His mouth watered heavily; saliva covered Justin's dick like a warm bath. He tightened his lips and bobbed faster, slowing periodically to make wide swirls around and over the head before diving deeper again. He was all over it and just couldn't get enough.
Justin's toes curled and he screamed "Brian!" every time Brian's teeth bumped against the outer ridge of his cock head. He tried to pull Brian off of him but Brian fought him off by batting his hands away. The pleasure was great and he loved it, but there was this fear swimming around in his head that kept saying 'get away, get away'. His mind was fighting with his body and he didn't know what to do. He panted and grunted. His arms flung about trying to find something to hold onto it. He needed to ground himself on something, anything. He was leaning against the wall in between a stove and a prep table. He reached out to grab them and a pot on the stove fell over. The lid rolled away, crashed on to the floor with a clatter and spun around in circles.
Kiki jumped at the crash. Not knowing what to do or what was happening, she crawled out of the back room to find only the three good-looking young men still in the diner. She stood up and gave them a faint smile, not sure what to say or how to react.
"Oh shit!" Justin screamed at the loud noise. He gripped the edge of the table and the side ledge of the oven to brace himself. He was so close.
The metal lid screeched on the linoleum floor as it spun but got quieter as the spinning got smaller and faster before coming to a complete stop.
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The Aussies looked at each other in disbelief. "Fuck me drunk!" Matthew exclaimed. "He’s about to get the shit fucked outta him!"
Alexander agreed nodding his head. "I reckon! I’m getting’ the biggest stiffie here," he added with a chuckle.
"Sssshh," Jason scolded them. He wanted to listen. He wanted to hear every sound that was coming out of the blond waiter's mouth.
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Brian knew Justin was close to cumming when he grabbed for Brian's head again. This time he'd wrapped his fingers so tightly in Brian's hair that he knew he couldn't slap his hands away without losing a handful of hair. He didn't want that, but he also wasn't ready for Justin to cum yet; he just wanted him close to the edge. He covered his teeth and bobbed a few more times then pulled back to just the head. He pinched on Justin's balls to hold back his orgasm and waited.
Justin whimpered and his grip loosened...that's what Brian wanted.
Brian slapped Justin's hands away again, pulled off his cock and stood up, resting his cheek against Justin's. He moved his hand to Justin's dick and stroked it making him whimper again.
"Brian," he breathed against his face.
Brian whispered in Justin's ear, "You want cum in your ass?"
Justin's breath hitched as Brian's words floated into his ear. He felt like he was dreaming. It couldn't be real...he couldn't believe what he'd heard. "Huh?" he managed to get out in between gulps of air.
"It'd be like if we'd fucked without a condom," Brian continued to whisper...teasing him and taunting him again. "Hot cum oozing out of your ass and dripping down your balls." He stroked harder on Justin's dick.
"Oh, God," Justin sighed at the thought.
"You want that?" Brian breathed into his ear sending chills down Justin's spine.
"Yes," Justin breathed back.
Brian pulled back and looked at Justin who tried to focus on him but his eyes weren't cooperating. He kept blinking but he just couldn't seem to focus. Brian kissed him then pulled away and smiled. He got back down on his knees and started sucking him off.
Justin was so far gone that it didn't take long before he was moaning incoherently and shooting stream after stream into Brian's mouth. His hands hit the wall and he let it all out as the orgasm ripped through his body. "Oh, yessss...aaahhhh... I'm ... oh... oh... AHHHH!"
Brian didn't swallow, he kept every last bit in his mouth. As soon as he felt Justin's cock stop throbbing and his body start to go limp, he let his dick fall from his mouth, pulled Justin away from the wall and flipped his body to the side, pushing him against the prep table where Emanuel had been making salads, and bending him over it. He grabbed his ass cheeks, one in each hand and spread him wide. He moved his thumbs close to Justin's hole and pushed, making the hole open just a little.
Justin moaned and tried to calm his breathing but when he felt Brian's tongue immediately enter him, he gasped and moaned even louder. He reached his arms out to grab the edge of the table. His hands slid across something wet and bumped against something that moved out of the way as his fingers finally reached the edge and took hold. Tomatoes rolled off the table and splattered on the floor, spitting seeds and juice all over the walls. He paid no attention to the splat noise; he had other things on his mind.
Brian covered Justin's hole with his lips as if he was kissing his mouth. He pushed his cum-slicked tongue inside, fucking him with it and loosening the hole. Justin's cum had mixed with Brian's saliva and his mouth was getting full from not swallowing. It started to dribble out of the corners of his mouth and drip down his chin. He knew he was going to have to do this now. He pressed his lips tighter around Justin's hole and emptied his mouth into Justin, pushing it in with his tongue. When he'd finally emptied his mouth, Brian pulled back and pressed the pad of his thumb against the hole, holding it inside. Brian's other hand rubbed Justin's ass cheek. "How does that feel?" Brian asked between labored breaths. He was so turned on by what he was doing.
"Brian...good...amazing," was all that Justin could verbalize. It felt so fucking hot and the thought of what was inside him made it even hotter in that naughty kind of way. He tightened his grip on the table and laid his head on the stainless steel surface. The coolness on his cheek was in complete contrast to the heat in his ass. He felt so amazing.
Brian removed his thumb and spread his cheeks open again. Justin's ass was twitching and with every twitch, a little bit of cum dripped out. Brian couldn't believe how awesome it looked. He'd seen guys bareback in porn films and they always showed this kind of after-shot, but he'd never seen it in real life. It really was like they'd fucked without a condom. His dick ached to be inside that wet hole. Another twitch and another drip. It rolled down from his hole to his balls just like Brian promised it would. "Fuck Justin, this is so fucking hot."
Justin lifted his head. "I wanna see. Let me do it to you."
"Quiet…don't talk," Brian said. "It's pushing it out."
Justin instinctively squeezed his ass shut. Brian smiled at that and stood up. He dug a condom out of his pocket, undid his pants, pushed them down, opened the wrapper and rolled the condom onto his dick. The sound of the ripping condom wrapper made Justin relax and he laid his head back down on the table. Brian pressed up against Justin's ass and lightly ran his fingers down his back. "I want to fuck you with the cum still inside."
"Oh, yes," Justin sighed. "Do it."
Brian rubbed the head of his dick against Justin's wet hole, smearing the liquid all around. He rubbed one hand up Justin's back to his shoulder and curled his fingers over it for leverage. He positioned the tip of his cock and in one swift motion, slid inside, penetrating Justin far enough to smack their balls together.
"Fuck!" Justin cried out, wincing at the sudden sting. The pain quickly disappeared as Brian waited a few seconds then pulled back and pushed in hard again, right to the root. His strong grip on Justin's shoulder with every thrust caused Justin's back to arch and his head to fly up. Brian pounded his ass wildly causing his balls to slap against Justin's with every deep thrust. Brian moved his other hand to Justin's head, took a handful of the blond hair in his fingers and clenched his fist. He leaned over and devoured the flesh of the exposed neck as he continued to fuck his ass.
Justin’s neck was sore and sensitive from the earlier bruising. He scrunched up his face as Brian sucked and gnawed on the same spots as he'd done before. The extra tingles of pain on his neck spread throughout his body and turned him on even more. "Oh, God it hurts," he yelled out. When he felt Brian slow his attack, he quickly added, "No, don't stop. Don't stop."
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Jason squirmed in his seat, his dick was rock hard and visions of him fucking the blond waiter were running rampant through his mind...hurting him...and him loving it. "Well, bugger me dead," he mumbled under his breath. Alexander and Matthew chuckled at their friend’s reaction to what was going on.
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Brian didn't stop, he kept going...sucking his neck harder, pounding his ass harder, gripping his shoulder harder. He knew Justin was almost there and Justin's reaction was getting him very close to the edge as well. He let go of Justin's head and it flopped back down on the table...Justin grunted at the impact. Brian reached around, grabbed Justin's dick and tugged roughly in rhythm with his thrusts. He felt it pulsate in his hand and knew it was time. He squeezed the cock head and was rewarded with a scream.
Justin's eyes closed tight as the intensity of all the sensations began to take him away. His legs became weak and he shifted all his weight to his upper body lying on the table. Without his feet to fight against Brian's thrusts, the table started to shake with every movement. More tomatoes jerked about back and forth on the table before rolling off the edge. The stainless steel salad bowl filled with chopped lettuce and carrots and red cabbage scooted across the table. The legs of the table scratched against the floor, screeching and banging as it hit the wall over and over. The dishes on the bottom shelf of the table rattled with every movement. The framed picture on the outer side of the wall began to thump repeatedly.
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Kiki ran to catch the picture just as it was about to fall.
The Aussies all looked at each other with wide eyes and dropped jaws. “Nice save,” Matthew said under his breath. Alexander nodded but didn’t answer.
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As Brian and Justin moved towards climax, both of them were panting heavily and grunting loudly. The sounds of sex echoed throughout the kitchen and the rest of the diner. Brian tightened his grip on Justin's shoulder and Justin tightened his grip on the edge of the table. He started to pull out less and less and just jabbed shallowly in and out of Justin's battered and slick hole as he pulled on his dick in short quick jerks.
Within seconds Justin's balls began to spasm and cum erupted from his slit in pulsating streams. The first landed across the dishes on the bottom shelf before Brian reacted by covering the tip with his hand to get the rest. "Holy FUCK!" Justin yelled as the rush overwhelmed him. Justin's orgasm caused his anal muscles to constrict on Brian's cock, sending him hurtling into his own mind-blowing orgasm.
Brian grunted and groaned as the fluid spewed from his cock and filled the condom. He now had his cum on the inside of the condom and Justin's on the outside. The thought gave him one last chill as the final stream shot out of him...overfilling the condom, oozing out the top, dripping down onto Justin's balls and mixing with Justin's cum that had dripped out earlier.
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“Holy fuck is right!” Alexander said to no one in particular, a little out of a breath himself just from listening.
“Shit yeah,” Matthew agreed.
Jason didn’t say a word. His chest was heaving in deep breaths and his eyes were closed. A slight smile plastered on his face.
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Brian's head collapsed against Justin's back but he wasn’t done, he wanted more. His hand kept pumping on Justin's cock and he kept thrusting into Justin's ass to keep his own dick hard.
Justin's orgasm had made him extra sensitive and every touch was amplified in feeling. His breath hitched every time Brian's hand passed over his sensitive head and his hips bucked every time the large head of Brian's dick passed over the sensitive nerve endings around the outer ring of his ass. He knew what Brian was trying to do and he loved it and wanted it but everything tingled in a slightly painful way; part of him wanted it to stop. Chills ran down his spine and over his head making him feel like his hair was crawling. He shivered again and again and all he could think of was 'get away, make it stop'.
"Brian, stop," he begged. He released his grip on the edge of the table and pressed his hands flat at his sides. He pushed up, trying to retreat from Brian's onslaught.
Brian wrapped his arm around Justin's waist. "Don't move, don't leave," he said through heavy breaths.
Justin whimpered and huffed then gave up and collapsed back down on the table. He knew what had gotten into Brian and he liked it. He wanted to mark him, make him his, fuck him within an inch of life, give him the best fuck he’d ever had. The thoughts of Brian’s jealousy filled his head, ‘if he only knew.’ Brian had done all those things before the very first night they were together and there wasn’t really a need for him to do it again, but Justin didn’t mind. As he laid there trying to catch his breath, the painful tingles turned pleasurable and his dick started to harden in Brian's hand. He began to smile at the feeling.
The change in Justin’s cock in Brian's hand made him lift his head. He looked at Justin, lying limp on the table, his eyes closed and a grin on his face. He chuckled. He stopped thrusting his hips and opened his hand to let Justin's dick fall away.
Justin opened his eyes and sighed, "Brian."
"Hang on," Brian answered. He moved his hands to Justin's hips; one palm side down, the one filled with Justin's cum, palm side up, then he paused. "You ready?" he asked.
Justin nodded, took a deep breath and held it. Brian pulled out in one quick movement. Justin slammed his eyes shut and gasped at the loss. "Sorry," Brian whispered as his hand rubbed up and down on Justin's ass cheeks.
"I hate that," Justin sighed. His ass was twitching and throbbing and ached to be filled again. "Hurry up." Now that Brian had gotten him worked up again, he wanted it badly.
Brian laughed. "I'm hurrying." He quickly removed the filled and used condom from his dick. He looked around for a trashcan and finally found one near the grill. He took a few steps, tossed it inside and returned to the table. "Shit," escaped his lips as he looked at Justin sprawled out and waiting for him. He bent over and retrieved another condom from his pocket, sighing when Justin's hole winked at him and allowed another drop to drip out. He took his hand that was covered in cum and spread it over the hole. "Hold it in," he instructed then kissed Justin's ass cheek, opened the condom wrapper and rolled it down his cock.
"Stand up, Justin," he demanded and when Justin didn't move fast enough for him, he pulled him up and spun him around. Justin's legs were kind of wobbly and as his knees bent underneath him, he reached up and grabbed Brian around his neck at the same time that Brian grabbed his ass and lifted him up on to the table. Justin pulled on Brian's neck, bringing the taller man's face down to his and covered his mouth in a crushing kiss.
Brian immediately took over and plunged his tongue deep into Justin's mouth. Their tongues twirled around and around dueling for space. The kiss picked up in intensity and their frenzied pace from earlier returned in full force. Brian pulled away from the kiss, leaving both of them panting heavily. He pushed Justin back on the table then took a step back and lifted Justin's legs. He pulled Justin's shoes off and tossed them aside. One landed on the stove, the other on the floor hitting the lid that had fallen earlier making it scoot across the linoleum with a squeal. He pulled Justin's pants off, shook out the wrinkles and folded them over.
Justin lifted his head still panting from the kiss. He watched as Brian took care of his pants and looked around in confusion. He laughed. "Brian, what are you doing?" he asked with smirk.
"Fuck you, Justin, it's a $1500.00 suit. I plan on fucking the shit out of you and I don't want to get it messed up," Brian answered seriously and with complete sincerity. He toed off his own shoes and pulled his pants off his ankles. He smoothed and folded them as well.
"Jesus, Brian." Justin plopped his head back down on the table in both amusement and frustration. He grabbed his aching dick and started stroking it as he lifted his legs, placing his feet flat on the edge of the table. He felt wetness slide down his ass crack and he squeezed his ass tighter, his legs splaying open. "Fuck, would you hurry up? I can't hold it much longer."
Brian moved to the counter on the other side of the kitchen and laid the pants down. When he turned around he saw Justin's wantonly spread out body. He slinked back over and snuck up to Justin. He rubbed his dick against Justin's ass and earned a moan. Brian slapped Justin's hand away from his dick. "Hands off," he barked.
Justin's hand plopped on the table at his side. Brian reached for both of his wrists and pulled his hands above his head roughly. They hit the large salad bowl on the way down, it tipped over slightly then straightened back up, flipping chopped lettuce onto Justin's face and in his hair.
“Whoops,” Brian whispered with a slight grin.
Justin wiped the smile off Brian’s face with a kiss and suddenly it didn’t matter anymore.
Brian held both wrists together in one hand then guided his dick to Justin's hole. He pushed the tip inside and felt Justin's hole quiver around it. Justin broke the kiss, took a deep breath and his eyes widened at what was to come. Brian pulled it back out making Justin look up at him, his eyes pleading.
"You want it?" he teased pressing the tip against him again. He felt Justin's hole pulsate and try to draw it inside.
"Brian," Justin begged. "Fuck!"
"Fuck what?" Brian asked.
"Fuck me."
"Fuck you? When?" Brian still teased, kissing Justin's knee.
Justin was getting frustrated. He scooted down trying to get Brian's dick to slip inside him, then growled when it didn't work and finally answered, "Fuck me NOW!"
"Fuck you now?" Brian lightly dragged the fingers of his free hand down Justin's chest. When he reached the large hickey that he'd placed on his lower abdomen earlier, he applied some pressure, causing Justin to gasp and his stomach to suck in at the soreness.
"How do you want it, Justin?" he asked as he pressed on the spot again then leaned over and started sucking on Justin's nipple. He nipped it with his teeth softly at first then a little rougher. Justin gasped and arched his back. When Justin didn't answer, he bit hard and pulled on it until it wouldn't stretch anymore and fell away on it's own. He backed away and nipped at the bruise in the crook of Justin's leg.
"Justin, how do you want it?" he asked again in a firmer voice. He hoped his hints would make Justin give the right answer. "Tell me," he demanded.
Justin lifted his feet to Brian's shoulders and pushed down, lifting his ass as he scooted down again. "Fuck me HARD!"
Brian let go of Justin’s wrists and grabbed his hips roughly, pulling him towards him. As his dick slid into the gaping and begging hole, Justin reached for his own nipples and pinched and squeezed them. He yelped at the self-inflicted pain and arched his back up high off the table.
“Oh yeah,” Brian growled at the sight. He leaned forward, folding Justin in half and plunged in again. Holding Justin’s hips steady with his hands, he guided Justin onto him and pushed him back off. Justin was sweating all over, making it easier for Brian to slide him back and forth on the table.
Justin’s arms flew up to his head and he gripped his hair, pulling on it, then releasing, then tugging it some more. Brian continued to slam into him, rough and hard, fighting against Justin’s own slams of using his feet on Brian’s shoulders as leverage to lift his ass up to meet every thrust.
“HARDER!…DEEPER!” Justin shouted. He reached for Brian’s neck, pulled him down and pressed their mouths together for a hungry kiss. Their tongues meshed together and battled immediately for dominance. Justin’s knees bumped against his own shoulders and his lungs pushed a grunt into Brian’s mouth with every thrust.
Brian let go of Justin’s hips, grabbed Justin’s hands from around his neck, pulled them over his head and slammed them onto the table, knocking over the salad bowl and pushing the cutting board and butcher’s knife onto the floor. The cutting board crackled as it hit the floor, the knife spun end over end and landed sharp point down into the linoleum floor, standing straight up on end. Brian held him down and continued to pound his ass relentlessly. The table shook and rattled. The dishes clanked and clattered.
Brian broke away from the kiss and sucked in a much-needed gasp of air. Justin growled and panted at the loss of Brian’s mouth. His body continued to slide back and forth on the table. “Oh, God,” Justin moaned through clenched teeth and tightly closed eyes.
“You like that?” Brian asked as he slammed into him again.
“Ughh...YES!” Justin screamed back. His feet slid off Brian’s shoulders and down his back then with his knees resting on Brian’s shoulders he locked his feet behind Brian’s head. He flexed his muscles and clamped down on Brian’s dick signaling that he was getting close.
Brian released Justin’s wrists and they immediately flung forward to grab onto Brian but he stood up straight and away from Justin’s grasp. He moaned at not being to reach him and slapped his hands against his forehead grabbing another handful of hair. Brian grabbed Justin’s throbbing, aching cock in his hand and began jerking on it in rhythm with the pounding in his ass, trying to bring both of them to the edge at the same time.
“Stay with me, Justin.”
“Uh huh,” he answered as he scrunched up his face.
The table continued to shake and bang against the wall. With every slam, a stack of dishes fell over and shattered as they hit the floor.
“Oh. Shit. The. Dishes,” Justin cried out between thrusts. He opened his eyes, turned to look on the floor, loosened the grip his feet had around Brian’s neck and his hands had on his hair.
“Stay with me,” Brian said again, trying to get Justin’s thoughts back in the game. “Justin,” he growled. He felt Justin’s ass tighten around him and his dick throb in his hand. “Just…a…few…more…” he grunted through his flexed jaw then pulled out in one quick motion leaving Justin gasping and wide-eyed and about to complain. He pulled the condom off, dropped it on the floor and yanked Justin roughly to the end of the table.
When he put his dick in his hand next to Justin’s and started to jerk them, Justin figured out what he was doing. He placed his hand on top of Brian’s and together, they pumped a few times, then they were both cumming at the same time. Justin threw his head back and let out a wail, “Aaaahhhh.”
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Jason grabbed Alexander’s knee and dug in his nails as Justin screamed out his orgasm. “Shit man, is this hot or what?”
Alexander smacked Jason’s hand away. “Piss off!” he demanded.
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Double streams of cum shot out and arced over the top of Justin. The first twin shots landed on the toppled over salad bowl and spilled lettuce. They both grunted at the same time as the next two propelled out and landed across Justin’s forehead and in his hair. “Fuck,” Brian said letting the last two dribble out on Justin’s chest and belly.
Brian gasped for air trying to recover. Without a thought as to what he was doing, he began to squeeze and play with their dicks. He wasn’t trying to get them aroused again; it was just a comforting thing to do as he calmed down. His thumb and finger squeezed the tips of their dicks together and Justin immediately arched up off the table. His dick was way too sensitive now for Brian’s subconscious relaxation techniques. “Ow, ow, ow,” he screamed then ”stop, stop, stop.” He tried to pull Brian’s hand off them and Brian let go without much thought. Justin smiled and settled down. Brian wrapped his arms around Justin’s quivering legs as they slowed their breathing and calmed their bodies.
After a few minutes, Justin started giggling. Brian followed his lead and started laughing himself even though he didn’t know what they were laughing at. Being the creature of habit that he was Brian said, “That was fucking amazing,” just like he always did after they had intense sex but it wasn’t as sincere sounding as it usually was because he was laughing.
This made Justin laugh harder, “Yeah, it was.”
“What’s so funny?” Brian finally asked.
Justin was laughing so hysterically that he almost couldn’t talk. “We shot in the salad. Do you think we should discount it now?”
Brian furrowed his brows and scrunched up his nose at the absurdity of what Justin was saying, but then he got an idea and he laughed even harder.
“What?” Justin asked between chuckles as his laughter started to die down.
“I was just thinking,” Brian answered. “Fuck discounting it…that’s our cum…we should raise the price and make it a special for today only. We’ll call it…um…Brian and Justin’s secret recipe dressing…what do you think?”
“Aahh, aahh, aahh,” Justin coughed out as he almost choked on Brian’s humor. “My little advertising genius,” he added as he reached up and wiped the sweat off Brian’s forehead.
“Hmm,” Brian murmured as he released Justin’s legs and backed away.
Justin’s weak legs flopped to the ground and Brian grabbed his hand to pull him up. He winced in pain as he sat up. “Oh, shit, Brian. I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow.”
“Mmmm, you won’t forget it, that’s for sure,” Brian smirked.
Justin looked down at his stomach and saw the big bruise, then reached his hand to his neck and felt the soreness. “Shit, Brian, what did you do? How bad is it?”
Brian looked at all the purplish marks surrounding Justin’s neck, smiled then locked eyes with Justin. “Not bad,” he said shrugging his shoulders.
Justin’s eyes narrowed knowing Brian was lying. “Brian,” he warned.
Brian walked over to the counter and grabbed their pants. He tossed Justin’s to him and started to put his on. Once he was buttoning and zipping them up, he looked off to the side as if he was thinking. Justin was still glaring at him. “Ummm, I guess it’s a good thing it’s winter, Sunshine, and that you’re the artsy type.”
“And why is that, Brian?” Justin asked even though he already knew the answer.
“Because then you won’t look like a freak wearing turtlenecks.”
“Fuck! I knew it!” Justin hollered and jumped off the table wincing at the pain in his ass between his legs as well as the pain in the ass standing in front of him.
“Why is it every time you get jealous, I’m the one that suffers?” Justin asked as he got dressed.
“Suffer?” Brian asked with a scowl. “I didn’t know that fucking me was such a hardship, Justin. I don’t ever have to fuck you again, you know. I can get anybody…”
Justin cut him off with a kiss then pulled away. “Blah, blah, blah,” he added with a smirk.
“I wasn’t jealous you know. You just looked really hot in that suit and I’d wanted to fuck for a long time. You were taking forever waiting on everybody. I just decided to not wait any longer. So it was either you or…”
Justin rolled his eyes, he knew better.
Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek and grinned back then pushed Justin away from him. “Clean yourself up Justin…you’re a fucking mess...cum all over…Jesus, can’t take you anywhere.” He laughed as he handed Justin a paper towel from the sink area. “You have to look presentable to your ‘dream guy’ out there, you know.”
Justin’s eyes got big as saucers. “Oh fuck. I forgot about them. Do you think they heard us? Shit. Look at this place. Emanuel is going to kill us.” Then he stopped, his eyes got even bigger and panic spread across his face. Justin gasped loudly and Brian raised an eyebrow. “Debbie’s going to have my ass…your ass…our asses. Oh, Shit. We're fucking dead.”
Brian started laughing. “Calm down, Justin. We’ll just tell her what happened. She understands these things. Besides, I’m not scared of her.”
“Uh huh. We should still help them clean up.”
“I suppose you’re right, but I’m not doing shit in this suit and neither are you. We’ll go home and change and you can come back and help Kiki clean up.” Brian suggested starting to walk out of the kitchen.
“Oh, no you don’t, Brian Kinney,” Justin teased, swatting Brian on the ass as he followed him out the swinging door. “You’re going to help…this is all your fault.”
“My fault?” Brian asked then stopped as they reached Kiki sitting at the counter, clutching the picture that she’d rescued from the wall. Kiki jumped when she saw Brian. Brian smiled at her then moved on.
Brian headed toward the front table as Justin grabbed their suit jackets from the table that Michael, Ben and Hunter had been sitting at. All three of the hot young men watched as Brian approached. Justin quickly ran up beside him and handed him his jacket. "You boys get enough to eat? Maybe you'd like some salad?" Brian asked with a smirk turning to Justin and smiling.
Justin smiled back rolling his eyes and blushed then swung the jacket around to put it on. He put his arms in, pulled it up over his shoulders, ran his fingers along the nape of his neck, flipped his hair out from under the collar and then straightened the jacket on his body.
‘Christ, that was hot,’ Brian thought to himself as he watched Justin put the jacket on. Then he remembered the three Australians. He turned to them and arched an eyebrow…all three had watched Justin put his jacket on too. Brian cleared his throat.
Jason started to say something when the bell above the diner's door jingled. Brian and Justin turned and looked at the person who entered the diner then turned back around.
Justin's eyes widened in horror.
"Whoops," Brian said against Justin's ear with a slight chuckle. He leaned over to Jason and whispered in a threatening tone, "If I were you, Dorothy, I'd get my ass back to the Land of Oz 'cause, that..." Brian pointed with his thumb over his shoulder, "...my mate, is the wicked witch of the west."
Jason laughed at Brian's threat. She didn't look like the wicked witch of the west to him. She was a little odd looking but didn't seem to be something he should be scared of. He huffed and shook his head.
Brian shrugged his shoulders, stood back up and turned to Justin. "Time to go, Sunshine," he said with a smirk then grabbed Justin's hand and pulled him towards the door. He slowed as he passed by the woman standing in the doorway, "Hi," he said with a grin then raised his eyebrows as he added a quick, "Gotta go!"
Justin tried to pause to say something but Brian was pulling on his arm. All he managed to do was kiss her on the cheek and mutter a "sorry" as he stumbled through the doorway because of Brian's final tug. “Not scared of her, huh?” he asked as the door shut behind them.
She scrunched up her face and put her hands on her hips, confused as to what all that was about. She looked at Kiki sitting on a stool at the counter and then glanced at the three boys sitting at the table. She shrugged her shoulders then walked around the cash register and behind the counter. She turned her head and looked at the frazzled Kiki in curiosity as she entered the kitchen.
Her eyes darted around the kitchen...broken dishes...squished tomatoes...tossed about cut lettuce...toppled over pots and pans...a butcher knife stuck in the linoleum..."WHAT THE FUCK?!?" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
Kiki jumped, placed her face in her hands and shook her head with a sigh.
"BRIAN KINNEY!" the woman shouted as she barreled back out of the kitchen slinging the swinging door so hard it slammed against the wall. "ASSHOLE!"
Alexander, Jason, and Matthew all saw the once odd but nice looking woman storm out from the kitchen. She was standing behind the counter, hands on her hips and lips pursed tight...she now looked scary and mean. They all looked at each at the same time and had the same thought. Brian was right; she was the wicked witch. They all gulped back a bit of fear then scampered out of the booth and ran out the door.
Kiki looked to the heavens for the answer to explain why all this had happened to her, on her shift. What had she done to deserve such torment? "Oh, Deb," she cried, and started to sob.
