Justin was surprised that Brian had agreed. Usually whenever Justin suggested sex that involved sticking something substantially bigger than Brian's cock in his ass, Brian would slap said mound of flesh and tease, "I like you tight for a reason, twat."

And Justin liked to be tight for a reason, but he was also a size queen; he loved the burning stretch of something just this side of too-fucking-big sliding into his ass, and the rush of adrenaline when he wasn't sure he could handle it. He got hard fantasizing about big cocks, fists, giant dildos, or occasional produce.

Brian sat naked at the end of the bed, directing the show, just the way he liked it. Justin knew Brian got almost as much pleasure out of being in control as from the sex itself. Justin glanced up at him, smiled seductively, using his lashes the way he knew Brian liked, and turned back to the task at hand: blowing the trick they'd picked up.

Usually Justin didn't bother with names for various reasons, including, but not limited to, the fact that he and Brian had both agreed to follow certain rules. Still, the 'no names' part of the deal was really pretty impossible to stick to. Tricks normally approached with their name already on their lips, so Justin tried to avoid learning last names to the extent that he could.

This time, though, was different. The trick Justin was currently blowing in their bed was Eric Hall. Justin had specifically asked for his name, and a bunch of other information about him, too. Justin preferred to know the name of anyone who stuck their dick up his ass. Some people, like Brian, for instance, might have claimed that it was a small thing, and that having a dick up your ass wasn't that different from having a dick in your mouth. But it was Justin's ass, and he could decide just how much he wanted to know about who was doing the fucking of it.

Exactly four people had fucked his ass: Brian, Ethan, Aaron Moseley (his cock was the size of a fucking gourd, and Justin just had to know how that felt), and Brad Thomas (he was cute, a virgin, and nervous as hell, so Justin had let him top just to see his face when he thrust in the first time). And now, this guy, Eric Hall, was going to be the fifth. So on the car ride home, amidst Brian's sighs and eye rolling, Justin had asked Eric Hall about his career, his hobbies, and tried to get to know him a little. Brian could kiss Justin's ass if he had a problem with it, but nothing was said beyond the nonverbal.

Eric Hall (for some reason Justin couldn't stop thinking of him by his entire name) was groaning and rolling his head back and forth on the pillow. His hands knotted in Justin's hair, and his hips flexed up over and over, trying to get his cock deeper into Justin's mouth. He had a nice cock, longer than Justin's, thinner than Brian's. Justin tongued it and chuckled when Eric Hall whimpered, froze, and came in his mouth. He tasted pretty good, too.

Justin sat up on his heels and grinned at Brian while their trick caught his breath. Brian leaned forward and took Justin's mouth in a kiss, a smug look in his eyes. It seemed to make Brian's heart nearly burst with pride when Justin wrenched amazing orgasms out of their tricks with just his tongue.

"Scoot over," Brian said to Eric Hall before pushing on Justin's hip. "And you--get on your stomach."

Justin hesitated, suddenly worried. Brian looked at him questioningly, asking with his eyes if Justin wanted to back out.

"It's just that--" Justin broke off, glanced at the trick, who was still breathing heavily and slowly jerking his cock in anticipation of the next round. Justin met Brian's eyes again. "I want to see you, you know, when--when you fuck me."

Brian smirked, but his fingers caressing Justin's hip said what his expression and words didn't, "Oh, you'll see me. Now, on your stomach."

Justin stretched out on his front, his hard cock rubbing tantalizingly against the sheets as he got comfortable. Brian's long fingers ran over his back and down his side, helping him settle into place. Justin took a deep breath and let it out slowly, turning his head to the side to watch Eric Hall stroke his own cock.

Brian spread Justin's legs apart, moving between them. Justin reached out with his left hand to run up and down Eric Hall's thigh, circling near his groin and then trailing back down, as he waited for whatever Brian was going to do to begin.

Brian's warm palm grasped the left side of Justin's ass and pulled his cheeks apart. Justin shuddered in anticipation as the cooler air brushed against his exposed hole, and Brian ran a lubed finger over it a few times before twisting it in up to the second knuckle. Justin gasped and thrust back.

Brian grunted and slapped Justin's ass hard. "Patience, twat."

Justin half-laughed, half-shouted as the shock of pain shot from his ass to his cock, and then up his spine, making his whole body clench in surprise. Brian's hand rubbed soothingly over where he'd no doubt left a nice handprint, finger fucking Justin's ass with his other hand, saying sarcastically, "Why don't you be polite and help out our guest? Stop thinking about getting your ass fucked for once."

Justin laughed breathlessly. "Fuck polite, I sucked him off already, and fuck my ass." Brian spanked him again, making him jolt, and Justin reached out to wrap his hand around Eric Hall's, helping him pump his cock.

The slick nudge of a thick, lubed dildo grabbed Justin's attention away from the half-hearted hand-job he was helping give Eric Hall and the stinging pain where Brian had slapped his ass. The dildo was a pretty big one, considering that he hadn't really been thoroughly stretched, but Justin had taken bigger and he shivered at the sweet burn as Brian worked it into his ass. Justin bit his lip, and closed his eyes, his hand slackening on Eric Hall's cock, as he pushed back for more. A low groan hummed in his throat on his exhale.

Brian smoothly slid the dildo in and out of Justin's ass a few times. It felt amazing, thick, and slick, sliding in and out at a steady rate. Justin tightened his ass around it, increasing the friction, and shuddered at how fucking good it was. Brian pulled on Justin's hip, indicating without sound that Justin should move up to his knees. Letting go of the cock in his hand, Justin complied, getting onto his elbows and knees, deepening the thrust of the dildo as he did. "Fuck, that's hot," Eric Hall muttered, getting up on his knees, too, positioning himself so that his cock hung heavy and dark in front of Justin's face. He threaded his hands into Justin's hair, and one hand trailed down to caress Justin's jaw. He ran his thumb over Justin's lips. "Such a great mouth. Fuck."

Justin licked his lips and opened them in invitation. There were few things he loved more than being filled at both ends, a beautiful cock in mouth, a big dildo in his ass, and he was almost in fucking heaven. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the taste and weight of Eric Hall's dick, and the rapid pumping of the dildo. Brian's free hand roamed over Justin's back and ass, and then down between Justin's legs to jerk on his hard cock. And God was he hard. Every time Brian thrust the dildo into his ass, his cock jerked, and he could feel the slide of pre-come down the shaft.

Justin grew frenzied as he worked Eric Hall's dick and rode the thrust of the dildo. Brian wasn't being gentle, ramming the thick fake-cock in and out with gusto. Justin rolled his tongue around the head of the cock in his mouth, and moved his head around in fast circles. Eric Hall was purring, clasping Justin's hair in his hands, and letting go in the rhythm they had set.

Suddenly, Brian's movements in his ass slowed, and Justin murmured a protest around the flesh in his mouth, causing Eric Hall to shudder. Justin pulled off and groaned when Brian pushed the dildo back in slowly along with one of his fingers laid alongside the shaft. It pulled at Justin's ass, making it even tighter, and Justin grabbed Eric Hall's cock, sucking it wildly in response to the rising tide of lust and sensation rushing over him.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, man--fucking hell--yeah!" Eric Hall yelled out, and Justin redoubled his efforts, wanting to taste the sweet jizz again. But he yelped, and released Eric Hall's dick when Brian grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off, barking, "Don't come yet, asshole."

Justin blinked in confusion, he was kind of close, yeah, but he wasn't about to come, and why couldn't he come?

"Sorry, man, it's just--fuck, he can suck cock!" Eric Hall whimpered.

Brian's hands rubbed down Justin's back soothingly, no longer thrusting the dildo, but leaving it pressed fully inside of him. "I know, but that's not what you're here for, dickwad. Keep with the program."

Justin almost started laughing again, but he couldn't catch his breath completely, so he only managed a few chuckles.

Brian tossed a condom Eric Hall's way and said, "Put that on." He pushed on Justin's hip, indicating he should roll over. The dildo in his ass pressed on his insides as he got down from his knees, and rolled over onto his back. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were unfocused as he grinned goofily at Brian.

"Hey," Justin whispered, unable to stop smiling or gyrating against the bed to feel the dildo move around inside of him.

Brian smirked and ran a hand up and down Justin's torso, following over the red, blotchy path that meant Justin was beyond turned on. He said, "Hey," in return. Brian glanced over at Eric Hall, making sure he was putting the condom on, then leaned over and nuzzled Justin's face.

Justin took a deep breath, smelling Brian's shampoo and sweat. He ran his hands down Brian's back and around to tease his cock. "You're so hard. I want you inside me."

"Patience," Brian muttered, then pressed a kiss to Justin's lips. He said softly, "Are you excited?" He flipped a glance Eric Hall's way. "You still want it?"

Justin nodded vigorously, licking his lips, and grinning. Brian kissed him again, pressing his tongue into Justin's mouth. It tasted like bourbon and pot. Justin grabbed a handful of hair and deepened the kiss, grasping Brian's cock with his other hand, and jerking him rapidly.

Brian continued the kiss for a long time, until Justin was feeling mildly insane between the warm, slippery mouth and the dildo still up his ass. Brian broke free, prying Justin's hand loose from his hair, and pushing Justin away from his cock. "Enough."

Justin was panting, but he knew that that was an order, and he didn't want this over before it was done. He rolled his hips, feeling the dildo deep inside, and waited, his cock throbbing, and feeling utterly breathless at what would happen next.

Brian was back to director mode, despite his leaking cock, pushing Eric Hall into position. "You--on your back here. Yeah, like that."

Justin scooted over so that Eric Hall could lay out completely, his head on the pillow and his legs spread a bit toward the opposite corners at the bottom of the bed. Justin could tell that despite his previous orgasm, the guy was too turned on, and probably wouldn't make it any length of time.

"Uh, Brian--" Justin started, his heart hammering in his chest. He wanted this so much; he wasn't going to let this guy fuck it up.

Brian cupped Justin's face, rubbing his thumb over Justin's cheek. "I know, trust me. He'll make it." Brian kissed him again, gently, and rubbed his forehead against Justin's while gazing into his eyes.

Justin nodded and turned back to Eric Hall who was staring at them wide-eyed, like he'd just seen something he shouldn't have. Brian dropped his hand in between Justin's ass cheeks, and pulled the dildo out slowly. Justin rested his head on Brian's chest and sighed, feeling empty. Brian kissed his hair and said, "Now, straddle him, but face me."

Justin smiled, realizing that he'd be able see Brian the whole time. He kissed Brian's lips in thanks.

Brian knelt in between Eric Hall's legs, keeping his hand on Justin's body as Justin maneuvered to straddle the guy's hips.

Brian's hands mapped down Justin's chest, sliding over his hips, and down to his ass. He got close enough to kiss, his lips touching Justin's, and then he spread Justin's ass.

Justin closed his eyes, and felt the tip of Eric Hall's cock against his asshole; he took a deep breath, let it out, and let his knees down a little. Brian's lips sucked on Justin's tongue, as the head of Eric Hall's dick pushed into him. Justin moaned, letting gravity pull him down onto the trick's hard cock as Brian kissed him, rubbing his ass cheeks and pushing them together, increasing the friction as Justin slid down.

Justin held onto Brian's arms for balance, firm muscles rippling under his palms, as he fucked himself on Eric Hall's cock. It was warm, smooth, and slightly thicker than the dildo had been. Brian's mouth moved to Justin's neck, and he shuddered at the tingling, hot breath on his sensitive skin.

He closed his eyes, still riding the cock in his ass, and let Brian's mouth mark him--teeth nipping along his collar bone, biting down on his nipples, sucking along his stomach--making him gasp and suck in a breath. Justin wrapped his hands in Brian's hair as he moved down, and froze when he felt hot, moist air near the head of his cock. "God, Brian, please," he begged, needing to be sucked, and clenched his ass on Eric Hall's dick.

He didn't have to ask twice. Brian's mouth was there, warm and wet, and sucking, and God, so fucking good. It didn't take long, just a few seconds, and Justin felt his balls draw up, and he pushed on Brian's head, eager to come. He'd been hard so long--he just needed a release--but Brian wrapped his hand around the base of Justin's cock, pressed with his thumb, and cut off hope of orgasm.

"Please, Brian--" Justin whimpered, pushing on Brian's head again. He grabbed his own balls, pulling them down in a mixed message. He felt like he'd die if he didn't shoot, but he remembered when Eric Hall thrust up into his ass again that he wanted it to keep going. He didn't want it to be over yet.

Brian chuckled and pulled off wetly, ducking his head down to lick the balls in Justin's hand, running his tongue over Justin's fingers, too. "Patience," he said, running his hands up Justin's sides and following them to kiss his lips. Justin squirmed as Eric Hall managed to hit his prostate, sending a bright sensation coursing from his ass up his spine. He shuddered and gasped, "Fuck!" He bit his lip and gritted out, "Fuck patience."

Brian lifted an eyebrow, but didn't say more. Justin knew that nothing he did or said would make him move any faster. Brian had explained to him before they'd started that Brian would be the ultimate authority on when and how Justin would be fucked. It was the only way he'd agreed to the whole thing.

Eric Hall was moaning and twitching under him. Justin slowed down, but that only seemed to prompt Eric Hall to grab Justin's hips and fuck him harder, which--fuck--felt amazing. Justin blinked hard, trying to remember why he would want Eric Hall to stop.

Then Brian's hand was on his hip, and his voice was saying authoritatively, "If you want to do this, stop fucking him. Now."

Justin whimpered when Eric Hall pumped twice more and then halted completely. His dick was jolting with his heart beat, and he wanted to rub a hand over it soothingly, but thought he might just come if he touched himself at all. So Justin refrained, rubbing his hands over his chest and playing with his nipples instead.

Brian stared at him for a moment, and Justin felt smug at the expression on Brian's face. He tweaked his nipples harder and twisted his hips on Eric Hall's dick.

"Don't," Brian said, blinking, before leaning forward and biting Justin's nipples, licking them gently after. Justin writhed against his mouth, holding his head in place. Brian broke away, whispering, "Don't," again, and then pushed on Justin's chest. "Careful now, lean back, rest against his chest."

It was awkward trying to get into the position Brian wanted. Justin had to move his legs forward, and squirm around on Eric Hall's cock, before leaning back, allowing Brian to guide him until he was lying fully on Eric Hall's torso, with his cock still firmly up his ass. Justin wriggled a little trying to get comfortable, but Brian shook his head when Eric Hall gasped and grabbed Justin's biceps.

"Hold still. It's a tight angle," Brian said, running his hands over Justin's chest and stomach, down between his legs to fondle where Eric Hall's dick pushed into him. "And you're pretty fucking tight."

Justin shuddered. A tight angle. Fuck, yeah, he could tell Brian how tight the angle was. He shivered as he concentrated on the pull at his ass, and imagined it getting tighter when Brian--

"Cold!" Justin gulped, as Brian squeezed the lube straight onto his ass. Eric Hall hissed from behind him, as the cold lube touched his balls.

"It'll warm up," Brian said softly, and then kissed Justin, while he held onto Brian's shoulders, and kissed him back. Brian's fingers rubbed the lube around his ass, tentatively pressing against his hole, until one finger slid in alongside the dick already in him. Justin tightened all over, and Eric Hall massaged Justin's arms where he held onto him, his breathing harsh against Justin's hair.

"Relax," Brian murmured. "That's a good boy," he said softly against Justin's ear as his ass released its hold.

Justin fought the urge to buck. Brian kissed his lips again then pulled back and removed the finger he'd pushed inside. He moved down between Eric Hall's spread legs and pushed Justin's knees up. "Hold him open," he said, not taking his eyes off Justin's ass as Eric Hall moved his hands from Justin's arms to his knees, pulling him up and wide.

"Nice," Brian said, smirking, running his fingers over Justin's ass and the backs of his thighs. "Are you ready? Do you want to feel my hard cock shoved in next to his?"

Justin shivered and grinned. Brian's eyes flared with heat, and his attention turned to where Eric Hall's cock went into Justin's ass. Brian lowered his head and gently kissed Justin's balls, his thighs, and the cheeks of his ass, before returning to press his lips against Justin's balls again.

Justin reached down to touch Brian's hair and shuddered when Brian nuzzled the insides of his thighs, dragging stubble over sensitive skin. "Brian," he started, his voice thick and deep. He wanted to tell him--but with Eric Hall's cock up his ass, it wasn't the time.

Brian looked up, his expression warm and open, and the words were unnecessary. Justin smiled and let his head fall back down, staring up at the loft ceiling as Brian kissed his balls again.

The sound of the condom wrapper made his breath catch in his throat, and he broke into a sweat as adrenaline released in his system. He shivered, nipples erect, and felt the exciting coil of fear in his stomach. He lifted his head and looked at Brian kneeling between his legs and studying Justin intently. The question didn't have to be vocalized. Justin nodded. Do it, he said with his eyes. Fuck yeah, do it.

He kept his eyes locked on Brian's face as seconds raced by, as Brian lined his cock up with Justin's ass, as he forced a thick thumb inside and, fuck, lifted and pressed, and Justin's cock shrunk with the exquisite shock of it, the burn that pulsed through his lower body, the stretch that was too much, and fuck so overwhelming.

"You can do it, come on," Brian said calmly and Justin wanted to believe him. "You're okay."

Justin's heart hammered and he couldn't breathe, he struggled to get in a breath, but couldn't get a deep one, just gasps and fuck it hurt, and it pulsed sharply through him, on and on and on, and he didn't think--it wasn't--it couldn't--too fucking much--and he'd have to--oh fucking God--

Justin yelled, his body flexing and tightening as Brian pushed inside, the head of his dick finally in, and Justin's whole body burned with the intrusion. He felt his ass convulsing, and he blinked the sweat out of his eyes, trying to breathe, feeling too much.

That's when he noticed Brian's hands on his thighs, stroking slowly, comforting him, and he could vaguely hear Brian's voice telling him that he wanted him to always remember this. Fuck, like he'd ever forget, ever. Fuck. And then he smiled, remembering, and almost laughed, but it hurt, so he closed his eyes and rode out the pain, waiting until it was manageable.

As soon as he'd adjusted, he felt Brian move and Justin's world exploded all over again. His nipples were tingling and hard, his cock was soft but growing, and he broke out in another wave of sweat as Brian rolled his hips. "Oh, fuck," Justin said, rolling his head on Eric Hall's chest and whimpering, "God."

Eric Hall's breaths were coming in harsh, quick jolts against Justin's hair, and Justin could feel the guy's cock twitching in his ass as Brian's slid alongside it. Brian held Justin's gaze, pulled out, and thrust back in. Justin groaned, the intense sensation had him on the edge, and he reached down to find that his cock was hard again.

Brian grunted as he thrust again, and Justin tried to keep his eyes on him, but it was too much. His head fell back, and he jerked his cock rapidly, letting Eric Hall do the work of holding his legs open. He'd never felt so full, so tight, so unbelievably, fucking hot as when he looked up at Brian and saw his expression as he pushed inside again and again.

Brian looked blissed out, and Justin gripped his own cock as hard as he could, trying to imagine what it was like for Brian's cock inside of him, so tight with Eric Hall's dick there, too. Fuck.

Justin had to close his eyes. He felt like his ass was on fire, but it was the sweetest, most delicious fire he'd ever experienced. Brian's thrusts were increasing in tempo, and Justin's cock trembled in his hand. He gave himself up to the sensations--the warmth of Eric Hall's body beneath him, the stretch of his ass, the feeling of being fucked, and the pull of his hand on his dick. When Brian reached up and pulled on Justin's nipples, Justin shuddered, yelled, felt the world pull in tight, and then expand in ecstasy. He shook through an intense orgasm; his whole body shaking and shuddering, oblivious to Brian's grunt and Eric Hall's shout as they came, too, his ass clamping down on them both.

A few minutes later, Justin was moaning as Brian slid out of him, and then helped him and Eric Hall onto their sides for an easier withdrawal. He felt his stomach start to turn and his bowels threatening to cramp, but Brian was there, getting another dildo from the drawer by the bed, and sliding it inside Justin. He ran a hand over Justin's forehead, and kissed his lips. "Shh, rest for a minute."

Justin closed his eyes, his heart still trip-hammering in his chest, and he shivered in aftershocks that kept on coming. He heard Brian saying something to Eric Hall, but he wasn't paying much attention. He smiled, holding himself, and shuddering again. Christ, he'd had two cocks in him--and one had been Brian's, and it had been fucking amazing.

He didn't know how much time had passed as he drowsed in and out of consciousness, but he opened his eyes when he felt Brian pulling the dildo out. "Christ, Brian, that was so fucking good."

Brian leaned over him, kissing his lips and then his forehead. He studied Justin's face for a long time before whispering, "Do you think you could go one more?"

Justin's eyebrows quirked. "You want to do it again?"

Brian shook his head, lifted his hand, and then made a fist. "You always said you wanted to try it. You're pretty stretched out right now..." he trailed off, but it wasn't hard for Justin to interpret his meaning. Justin's stomach flipped with anxious excitement.

"Maybe," Justin said. "But not with Eric Hall here," he added in a whisper.

Brian chuckled. "Your pal, Eric Hall, has been gone for almost an hour."

"Fuck." Justin rubbed a hand over his face. "I was out that long?"

Brian ran a hand in circles over Justin's tummy. Justin closed his eyes, remembering the terrifying moment when Brian had pushed in and it had been so overwhelming; he hadn't been sure he could handle even more. His pulse skyrocketed, and he felt his cock getting hard. He opened his eyes, met Brian's gaze and grabbed Brian's hand. "Yeah. Yeah, do it."

Brian studied him for a moment, seemed to decide that he was serious, and kissed Justin's mouth again. "All right, do you remember what I said about patience? I mean it. No jerking back onto my hand or any fast movements at all."

"Okay," Justin whispered, feeling jittery, as if he'd had five cups of coffee too many.

Brian helped him onto his elbows and knees. After seeing that his legs were still shaky, Brian shoved several pillows under Justin's hips to let him rest. Justin felt like he was on drugs, something a lot stronger than the alcohol and pot from earlier, something that made him feel like his blood was zipping through his veins, instead of pulsing. His ass felt sore and he still felt the dull throb of abdominal cramps, but he was also hard as a rock, already fighting the urge to rut against the pillows.

When Brian moved behind him, Justin felt the smooth, hot glide of Brian's cock against his leg and knew that he was turned on, too. Brian smoothed calming hands down his sides and said, "Tell me if anything hurts too much, or if you feel anything tear. I need to know immediately if I'm hurting you."

"And not in a positive, life affirming way," Justin added breathlessly.

"Good," Brian said, slapping his ass lightly. "Now, relax and let me know if I hurt you."

Justin took a deep, shuddery breath and let it out. His stomach twisted in anticipation, and he must've really been stretched, because Brian started with four fingers and Justin barely felt a burn. The addition of Brian's thumb was noticeable, but it didn't make him shake with anticipation and the rush of adrenaline. It wasn't until he felt the bulge of Brian's third knuckles, the widest part of his hand, pressing for entrance that Justin's knees gave out on him and his teeth started to chatter.

"Take a deep breath," Brian said.

Justin breathed in, feeling his ass tighten on the wide part of Brian's hand.

"Now let it out, and bear down."

He lowered his head, feeling wave after wave of shivery chills and sweat breaking over his body as Brian pushed and Justin bore down. Justin let out the breath and groaned, his heart thudding dully in his ears. He felt himself opening, stretching, and he couldn't take much more.

"Open up for me, Justin," Brian murmured, his other hand stroking Justin's hip gently. "Let me in."

He wanted to let Brian in. In that moment, on his hands and knees, trusting Brian with his body and his pleasure, he wanted to let him in more than he'd wanted anything else in his life. Justin yelled into the pillow as the sensation overwhelmed him, and--God--became too much, peaking and hitting the zenith just as he knew he couldn't take any more. He screamed--fuck--and felt his body open up with a sudden rush, almost like he was sucking Brian into himself, it was past.

He could feel Brian's hand in his ass, could feel his hole clenching around the bottom of Brian's wrist. He shuddered, sweating and blinking as tears ran down his face. It was amazing, unbelievable. He felt completely vulnerable and full, open and trusting. Brian's fist was inside of him and Justin had let him in--all the way in. Justin felt like he might come just from the overwhelming intimacy of it, so unexpected in its strength.

Brian's hand rested comfortingly against the small of his back, while his other hand held perfectly still in Justin's ass. "Shh. You're okay. So good. You're fucking amazing," Brian murmured, rubbing circles on Justin's hip.

Justin shook helplessly as his body reacted to such a huge invasion. "Brian," he gasped, "Oh, God, I can't...." He couldn't say anymore, but he couldn't do this. He couldn't take any more.

Brian, kneeling behind him, kissed his ass cheeks, and up the curve of his spine. He whispered, "You can. You did."

Justin quivered, his ass clamped down on Brian's wrist again, and he struggled to breathe between hyperventilating pants. And then Brian moved, twisting his hand into a fist, and Justin yelled in amazement. He couldn't even describe the feeling, it was breathtaking; it was like nothing he'd ever experienced. To call it intense was laughable.

"I'm gonna come," Justin managed to say around gasping lungfuls of air.

"Come on then," Brian said in reply, caressing Justin's ass cheeks with one hand, and then moving the other inside of him gently.

Justin came undone as Brian's knuckles grazed over his prostate, one after the other like a string of firecrackers going off inside of him. He yelled and seized up as an orgasm that felt more like an explosion ripped through him. His ass clenched Brian's hand, and his whole body went rigid with pleasure. He couldn't breathe for fear of coming again, it was too intense, and he couldn't handle it. He couldn't deal. He felt like he might black out from it, his body one huge sensation that was too fucking much.

He was crying. He realized this when he could finally breathe again, and all that came out were sobs. He heard Brian's concerned voice, and he felt like he should tell him that he was okay, that he was just about to come again, that was all, but when he opened his mouth to say something, he did come again. Shaking and jerking, gasping for breath. He heard Brian's chuckle and relaxed a little, trying to ride out the rest of the aftershocks, without setting off another explosion inside.

He couldn't take anymore. "Stop, Brian. Please. I need to stop," Justin managed to get the words out without coming again, and he held himself perfectly still for fear that he'd burst into pleasure's equivalent to flames and die.

"Okay, Sunshine." Brian said in his most gentle voice. "Relax. It's okay. You're too tense for me to pull out right now. I need you to relax."

Justin took ragged breaths and then fought a laugh as he considered asking Brian if he could reach the joint on the nightstand with his hand still in Justin's ass. He could use a joint. He needed a joint.

Finally, he was able to get his breathing under control. As he took deep breaths in and out, he relaxed his trembling leg muscles, and his tense abdomen, and finally the muscles around his ass.

"That's it," Brian said, still smoothing his hands over Justin's body in gentle motions.

Justin bit the pillow as Brian worked his hand slowly out. It was nearly as painful as when it had gone in and maybe more so. His nerve endings felt raw and he wasn't riding the wave of excitement and exhilarating trust that had allowed him to open up.

When his ass released Brian's hand with a weird, horrible sucking noise, Justin shuddered violently, and felt his bowels cramp harder than he had imagined possible. He curled up on his side, moaning and hissing. Brian was there instantly, massaging his stomach, and sliding a dildo inside him.

"You'll be okay."

Justin turned his head toward the pillows, feeling both vulnerable and scared for some reason. He shuddered again as his abdomen seized. Brian stopped rubbing his stomach, grabbed Justin's chin, and forced him to look at him. Justin blinked in confusion for a moment before focusing on Brian's concerned face. The expression there was intense.

"Justin," Brian said his name softly. Justin felt the affection in his voice. "I--Are you okay?"

Justin nodded, not entirely sure. He had come harder than he'd known was possible, but he felt strange and scared, too.

"That was fucking hot."

"Yeah." Justin's voice sounded ragged out to his own ears.

"You were amazing," Brian said. "I've never seen you come like that. I've never seen anyone--come like that." He sounded awed.

Justin shivered.

Brian's face mirrored the awe in his voice. "Justin, I--" He broke off. "I--"

Justin blinked, and groaned as his stomach clenched again. He understood. It had been an intense and amazing experience for them both. He knew that Brian didn't have words for it. Hell, neither did he.

"I need to wash off but I'll be back. I--" Brian brushed the sweaty hair from Justin's forehead. "I'll clean you up, and then we can rest. You need to rest."

It only took a few minutes for Brian to return with warm cloths to clean Justin off, and a cold glass of water that he made Justin drink along with an anti-inflammatory for the pain and cramping.

He didn't ask Justin to move for fresh linens, he just spread some new sheets over the dirty ones and then pulled Justin into the crook of his arm. Justin continued to shiver occasionally and jerk when his bowels cramped up.

Brian cradled him, humming softly into his hair in a way he'd never done before, until Justin finally felt on the verge of sleep. Brian asked him, "Was it worth it?"

Justin held him close and nodded. He thought it was, though he was still feeling really strange and empty.

"Justin--"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry if it was too much."

Justin forced himself to push up on an elbow, so that he could look Brian in the eye. "I'm just glad it was you. I love you. It was...fuck, I don't know how to describe it."

Brian smiled a little, but without much amusement. "I take it your size-queen issues have been settled."

Justin smiled, feeling his heart grow warm and joyous at Brian's obvious love for him--even if he'd never say it. "You like me tight for a reason, right?"

Brian slapped his ass gently. "Right, twat."



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