Intense

Amanda

For paddies Fic of My Dreams Challenge

Justin’s first time with toys. Justin’s POV.

Author’s Note: Credit for the plot bunny of course goes to Paddies and credit for the toy to use goes to Tina for her story Naughty and Nice (Answer to the Snowin’ and Blowin’ Secret Santa Challenge) which can be found here.

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I still can’t believe that I’m living with Brian. Granted, it took my dad trying to kick his ass for him and my mother coming to his office to tear him a new asshole, to finally give in and let me stay with him. Now, I’m living in Brian Kinney’s loft, sleeping in Brian Kinney’s bed, making friends with Brian Kinney’s friends, and eating Brian Kinney’s food…or lack thereof.

It still amazes me that I managed to break his barriers and get in under the wire. I’m so lucky that he was the one I went home with that first night. He’s taught me so much already, and not just about sex. He’s taught me that people aren’t what you’d expect them to be, and you can’t make them the way you want them.

I know that even though I’m living with him, I’ll never really change him. He’ll always be the sarcastic, self-absorbed asshole that he was in the beginning. Well, I think all of us know that he’s not really like that on the inside; it’s just a mask, something to shelter him from what he’s feeling.

Of course, I still want to change him, to make him romantic and open about how he feels, but I have to learn to face the fact that it isn’t him. The last thing I want to do is make myself believe he’s someone he’s not, because I’ll end up hurt in the end that way. I’m just happy being here with him.

So, now I’m sitting on his white leather sofa that must’ve cost a fucking fortune with my legs crossed, staring at the door, waiting for him to come home from work. He should be home any minute now. I glance over at the cable box to check the time…6:25. He gets off work at 5, why’s he so late?

I can’t help but feel a wave of excitement rush over me when I suddenly hear the key in the lock. I sit up straighter and shift uncomfortably on the couch. It’s pretty pathetic that I can get hard just thinking about him being home, but when I’m around him, I’m not really myself. I’m somebody totally different than the person I am around Daphne or any of my very few friends. When Brian’s around, I become a sex fiend, and I can’t control myself.

The heavy door slides open and he steps in. He’s wearing a dark Armani suit and I think I’m drooling. He looks so damn good in a suit. He hasn’t noticed me yet. He closes the heavy door behind him and drops his suitcase by the door, slides off his leather jacket and moves toward the kitchen. I remain silent, not wanting him to see me yet; I just want to watch him.

He has a bag still in his hand and he drops it to the counter and reaches for the Beam, pours a shot, downs it expertly, and brings his hand up to the back of his neck and squeezes, trying to relieve the day’s tension. He sighs, pours another shot and runs his hand through his hair, leaning into the counter.

I shift again and the leather makes a noise. His eyes avert to where I’m sitting and he just looks at me. I stand up and I see his eyes travel over me, just clad in my tighty-whities.

He grins. “Waiting up?”

I smile shyly and shrug. Of course I was waiting for him. He chuckles and downs his second shot. I walk toward him and stand at the end of the counter, fidgeting. “What’s in there?” I gesture toward the bag still sitting in front of me.

He smiles mischievously. “Take a look for yourself,” he tells me, his voice low.

I pick up the bag and reach inside. I grasp the firm object and pull it out. My eyes are wide open and my mouth is agape in surprise, amazement, and most of all, excitement when I look at what Brian brought home.

“W-w-w-what is this?” I stutter.

He laughs and it makes me weak in the knees. “What does it look like?”

“A…uh, a dildo?” I say and then mentally kick myself for sounding so naïve and stupid. Of course it’s a fucking dildo. It’s firm and smooth. It’s about 8 inches long, but it’s thick. It shines in a dark red color.

“Not only that.” He reaches over to the side of the toy and something clicks. I jump back as the dildo starts to vibrate. I grip it tighter so it doesn’t fall. I can tell Brian is trying really hard not to laugh at me, and he reaches back over to turn the vibrator off.

“One of the most important things in becoming the best fag you can be was to become intimately acquainted with the appropriate hardware,” he tells me and walks past me into the living room. He removes his suit jacket and lays it over the top of the sofa and then moves into the bedroom.

I follow him eagerly. I feel my erection straining against the soft material of my underwear as I think about what I have in my hand. He tugs off his tie and starts to unbutton his shirt.

He looks over at me standing in the doorway of the bedroom staring at him. “Wanna try it out?”

I swallow hard and nod enthusiastically, not really sure about what I’m getting myself into. He smiles sexily as he kicks off his shoes, shrugs the shirt off his shoulders. My breathing quickens as all the golden brown, soft, smooth skin is uncovered.

I bite my lip as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. I hold my breath as he lowers them down slowly past his slim hips and toned thighs. He pushes them down the rest of the way and steps out of them, looking at me expectantly.

I take a deep breath, toss the dildo to him and push my underwear off. I watch his dick come to life and think I’ve never seen a sight more beautiful. He grins and motions for me to come over to him.

I slowly walk until I’m standing directly in front of him. He runs the dildo down my chest until just above my pubic hair. I watch his face intently. His eyes are clouded over with lust and I can imagine that mine are, too. He starts to back up toward the bed and I follow him. He smiles and I smile back. He knows I can’t resist his smile. He doesn’t do it often, but when he does, it just makes my heart melt, as sappy as that sounds.

He maneuvers me around and pushes me onto the bed. I scramble up so I’m lying on the pillows. He crawls in between my legs and settles there. I feel his stomach rubbing against my dick, making it harder, if that’s even possible. He leans down and covers his mouth with mine.

I automatically open my mouth to let our tongues duel. His mouth is so soft and warm and wet. I could kiss him for hours, and I’ve told him so. He presses his face closer to mine and grinds his hips against mine. I run my hands all over his body, touching him anywhere I can reach.

It’s amazing that in the short time we’ve known each other, Brian already knows exactly what I like. He knows where I like to be touched or kissed or rubbed. He’s learned my body so quickly and sometimes I think he knows it better than I do.

He pulls away suddenly and I groan in protest. He chuckles softly. I open my eyes and look up at him, wondering what was coming next. He just stares at me for a few seconds, and then asks me again, “Are you sure you’re ready to try?”

I gulp. No, I’m not sure that I’m ready, but I know I want to do it, so I nod slowly. He nods slightly and then sits up in between my legs and pushes them wider apart. He reaches over to the table beside the bed and picks up the lube. I take a deep breath and watch him lube up the vibrator. Keeping some on three of his fingers, he presses one to my hole and rubs. I groan.

He presses his whole finger into me and I’m already panting. I lick my lips as he presses another finger into me and stretches my hole to get it ready for the toy. Finally, the third finger enters me and I arch off the bed as he works them into me. One of his fingers grazes my prostate and I gasp. I fight to keep my eyes open…I want to keep watching him.

He pulls his fingers out and replaces them with the dildo. He firmly presses it into my hole. I open my legs even wider and lift them slightly to give him more access. I moan loudly as he shoves the whole thing into me and starts moving it…in and out, in and out, in and out. He twists it on his way out, and then again when he pushes it back in.

I’m bucking on the bed. I grab a handful of sheets and hang on for dear life. I’ll be lucky if the neighbors don’t hear my moans. Suddenly, he stops moving the toy. I look up at him questioningly, wondering what just happened. He moves his free hand to hold onto my hip and looks back down at me. I swivel my hips silently telling him to keep moving, but the hand on my hip holds me still.

He smirks at me and as soon as I hear the click, my back arches so far off the bed that I’m almost standing on my head. “HOLY SHIT!” I scream as the dildo starts to vibrate inside me and Brian starts to move it again. I’m breathing so hard and my heart is pounding in my chest. I can’t think straight and I’m finally forced to close my eyes due to the pure pleasure coursing through my body.

Brian starts to move the vibrator faster and I screamed in ecstasy. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this in my life…no, I know I’ve never felt like this in my life, and I’m happy that it’s Brian who’s introducing me to it. He tightens his grip on my waist to keep me from throwing myself off the bed. He pushes the vibrator deeper and nudges it against my prostate, where it continues to vibrate. I cry out once more as I shoot all over my chest without anyone touching my dick.

I ride out my orgasm as Brian turns the vibrator off and slowly removes it from my ass. I slump into the bed and groan. I try to get my breathing under control and I hear Brian laugh, “So I take it that you enjoyed that.”

I nod slowly, worn out. He leans down to lick the cum off my chest and I moan as I feel his tongue sweep across my sensitive skin. When I’m clean, he presses his lips to mine and shoves his tongue in my mouth so I can taste myself. I moan again into his mouth. He pulls away and lies down beside me and runs his hand along my side.

I take another deep breath once I’ve controlled my breathing and look over at him and smile widely. “Wow.”

He huffs a laugh and nods, “Yeah.”

I roll onto my side and run my hand up and down his arm. I look down at his dick, still rock hard. I reach and wrap my hand around it and he lets out a soft moan. “So,” I begin, “When can I do that to you?”

He laughs out loud. “In your dreams, bottom boy,” he tells me. I smile innocently and start to stroke him, thinking there’s nowhere I’d rather be.