“Fuck! Fuck that useless welching asshole Ryder and that pompous prick Gardner!” The very sexy and immaculately dressed ad exec mentally swore ferociously as he exited the room he and his new boss Gardner Vance had had their meeting in. “Instead of the partnership I was promised I now have to fucking PROVE myself! I’m Brian Fucking Kinney! I’m the only reason this agency was worth shit! I brought in over a third of the accounts and ALL of the top 20 grossing accounts are mine.” Brian strode purposely to his office continuing to curse out all those who pissed him off, including their entire family’s lineage in his internal rant, while outwardly maintaining the business mask he had perfected. Only the sparking of his hazel eyes and slightly clenched jaw would give away how completely fucked off he was.

He was up to Ryder’s family mutt (and personally he thought it would be a public service to shave its ass and walk it backwards because it really was a fugly thing that had obviously stolen the show at the flea circus) when he nearly collided with his assistant Cynthia.

She took one look at her boss/ friends face and instantly knew something was wrong. “I take it congratulations are not in order?”

“Not. Even. Close!” he managed to growl out and he continued on to the privacy of his office with Cynthia following in his wake.

After giving her the low down of his meeting with Gardner and listing off tasks and research for her to do he was about to get started with his own daunting list when she suddenly stopped at the door on the way out and said “Oh Brian I almost forgot Clay Brook at Sugarbush in Vermont called to confirm the upgraded room is available for your late Friday night check in.”

The loud “FUCK!” she received in answer would have made most people flinch, but she was inured to her boss’ outbursts. The next declaration “Sunshine is going to be so pissed if we can’t go!” that Brian unconsciously stated aloud though, almost threw her due to its rare emotional insight into the usually taciturn brunette. “Well? Move! We haven’t got time for this shit now”

“aaaanndd he’s back” she thought as she made her hasty retreat.

Much, much later that night Brian was sitting in a quiet corner in Woody’s, downing his latest shot of Jim Beam and nursing a beer, while in his mind he was running through all the information they had managed to gather about Gardner. He was trying to figure out how to condense down a month's worth of work into a short enough time frame for him to still make it to Vermont on Friday.

He’d never admit it, but he was looking forward to this trip almost as much as the little blond twat. A whole week of fucking, sucking, rimming, ramming and maybe if there was time left some skiing and shopping. Best of all no interruptions, obligations or demands from the “family”, school or work.

It was something he and Justin really needed. Time to heal and deal with the aftermath of the bashing now that it wasn’t so raw. Time to just be them with no one else’s unwanted advice, opinions or interference. He wasn’t blind, emotionally stunted maybe, but not blind. He had seen how much Justin was still struggling both physically and emotionally. His Sunshine also wasn’t “onto” him like he used to be and as annoying as he used to find it now he really missed it.

So yes, as lesbionic as all that sounded he wanted this vacation, badly, and he was sitting there trying to make a game plan to achieve those goals without forfeiting his position at work.

He would still be working right now, but the photographer ex-trick he’d shanghaied into working for him on his, self-confessed brilliant, idea for the Brown Athletics campaign already had a booking for tonight, so he was going to have to wait (impatiently) until tomorrow morning.

Which was why he had capitulated to Mikey’s demand that they all meet up here. After hearing all about Emmett’s “windfall” and the updated gossip about the munchers Lesbian Bed Death saga he had sat out this round of pool, so he could solidify his plans.

If he used the whole week that Gardner had so graciously given him it wouldn’t be a problem to accomplish this, but as it was already Wednesday night, that left him little time. He still needed to get the model photographed, have the photos edited and copy added to create the ads and then get boards made up to the right specifications. Also there was the additional time needed for any extra research on Brown and for the legal department to have the contracts drawn up. All this plus all the myriad of other little thing that needed to be handled before he then could fly to Chicago, woo Brown and hopefully get back in time to then fly out to Vermont on Friday afternoon.

It was looking more and more likely his “Sunshine suck & fuck fest” may not happen. He couldn’t help being majorly disappointed. Not that he’d ever acknowledge that.

“A shot for your thoughts?” the quietly voiced question interrupted his reverie.

Looking up at Alex, the shrink he knew from the baths, standing next to him with an extra shot of whisky in his hands, Brian raised one eyebrow and said, “my thoughts are usually worth more than a shot Doc.”

Ignoring the snark Alex had come to expect from the Stud, he sat down at the table, slid the JB across and patiently waited with his own eyebrow raised for Brian to talk.  

Brian downed the proffered liquor and was about to tell the Doc to fuck off, but was surprised that instead he found himself saying, “fuck it, ok Doc you wanna know?” and began to talk. He expounded about his situation with work, his worries about Justin and even added some brief tidbits about the latest demands from ‘The Family’, mostly about Lindsey’s latest round of guilt trip laden attention seeking and Mikey’s increasingly belligerent whining.

“So, there you have it Doc. What do you prescribe?” he asked while silently wondering why the sudden case of verbal diarrhoea.

“Well, it sounds to me, like what you need is to be in a couple of places at once” Alex stated.

The sheer obviousness of that statement made the Stud sarcastically say “Thanks for that Doctor Fucking Obvious. How much do you get an hour from those suckers that visit your couch?”.

Alex again ignored the jibe and continued, “No Brian, you don’t understand, I can help you with that”.

“With what?”

“with being in two places at once.”

Brian stared at the silver haired shrink and wondered if Alex’s clients were somehow contagious. “Ok Doc, did you happen to have a number for the men with the special white jackets? I’m asking for a friend”

“Brian I’m not insane, perhaps some slight mad scientist leanings" he said jokingly. "but not insane. I’ve been working, with some colleagues, in a trial for human cloning”

“Is this your elaborate way of telling me to go fuck myself? Because you’re the one that sat down and asked me to…” Brian started, getting on the defensive. He was left feeling vulnerable after the, out of character, open mouth syndrome he’d just experienced. It was a feeling he greatly detested.

“NO! No, of course not.’ Alex interjected quickly.

Brian just gave Alex the look that said he was on thin ice and to move this conversation along before he walked away.

“Did you know I’m not just a psychiatrist? I also have my doctorate in neurology. Which technically makes me a neuropsychiatrist. Neuropsychology is the study of the structure and function of the brain as it relates to specific psychological processes and behaviours. Basically, it looks at the interplay between what a person’s brain does and how that causes them to act in their life emotionally, physically, socially and so on.”

“That’s just fascinating Freud. I’m overjoyed for you, really, but what, pray tell, does that have to do with cloning? Actually, I have a better question what does all this have to do with me?” Brian asked with his usual sarcastic flair.

 “I was getting to that” Alex muttered, irritated by the interruption. “I’ve been using my prior training as the basis for my research. See up till now scientists could 3D print all the artificial organs, bones, tissue etc they needed for transplants and the like, but we have taken it one step further. Using a technique, we developed called Bioprinting, we can print genetic copies from provided samples and scans and create a functioning facsimile of the original cell donor. We can even remove or add certain things.”

 “Wait, so my clone could have an even bigger cock than me?” the Stud interjected.

“We were thinking along the lines of eradicating genetic illnesses and disorders.” Alex calmly reproached “but yes, conceivably we could give your clone a bigger penis than you. We can also customise any other features if so desired.”

“Great, so there would be designer genes in my designer jeans?” came the sardonic reply.

“But that’s all it would be, a functioning reproduction of the original body.” Really, Alex decided, it was best just to ignore the brunette’s snarktastic humour if he wanted to hurry this explanation along.  “My research and development team however, have finally been able to, in layman’s terms, replicate the person’s mind. Their thoughts, emotions and memories, copied, and ready to be pasted into the brain of the clone. We have even had moderate success in… ‘editing’ I guess you could say, certain characteristics on a case by case basis. We’re calling the process 'Re-Minding', patent pending of course.”

“Christ when this becomes common knowledge, people are going to be debating this until the end of time doc.” the wily ad exec predicted.

“Agreed, but there are currently no federal laws in the United States which ban cloning completely. Fifteen American states have a ban on reproductive cloning, Pennsylvania is not one of them. Three of those states already mentioned also prohibit the use of public funds for any such activities, including research, but as we are a privately-owned facility, that’s not a concern for us either.”

“All that aside Professor Frink, what exactly are you offering me here? And what’s it going to cost me?”

“Come with me to the lab and in a few hours, you will have all the help you need. As for the cost, nothing.”

Brian couldn’t help his disbelieving snort at that comment. “Don’t give me that shit. Nothing is ever really free.” He stated cynically

“I told you once that for someone who has enough disorders to merit your own classification in the diagnostic and statistical manual, you are one of the most well-adjusted and high functioning bastards I know. I would dearly love to Re-Mind your brain.”

Brian snorted “It’s not normally naked pictures of my mind people want to take home to jerk off to.”

“So, what do you say stud? Want to make my fantasies come true?”

“I still say you’re very eloquent when I’m drunk.” Brian stalled for time while he considered it. “Fuck it! Ok Rick far be it for me to deny a man his fantasy, I’ll play your Morty. Let’s go.” He stated with a decisiveness he didn’t quite feel and got up a little unsteadily from his bar stool and headed for the exit, with a happy Alex following right behind him.

Unbeknownst to the two of them though, there had been a pair of busybodies eavesdropping on their entire conversation. As one the pair of pests, got up and silently stalked after the Stud and Doctor…

Brian made as if to head to his Jeep parked just down the street from Woody’s when he saw Alex stop out of the corner of his eye.

“We can go in my car. I know the way and I’ve had less to drink than you.” The doc said practically.

Brian just stared in awe at the car Alex was standing next to.

“Is that a 1967 Ford Mustang GT500 Shelby? What the fuck doc, I didn’t take you for a gear head! Did you watch Gone in 60 seconds a few too many times and decide you wanted your own ‘Eleanor’?” Brian questioned as he circled the beautiful piece of machinery.

“No, the car originally belonged to my father, who actually bought it brand new the year it was made. I inherited it when he died from an inoperable brain tumour when I was 21.” The words were said quietly with a trace of the lingering pain he still felt from the loss of his hero. “I’m afraid I’m a bit of a cliché Brian. My reason for doing what I do, stems from the loss of my father. There is, of course, no such thing as a brain transplant. Every other organ can be replaced, with either donated or, more recently, artificially made substitutes, but not the brain. With our breakthrough with the Re-Minding and Bioprinting technology though…” Alex broke off and stared unseeingly into the distance.

“Uh guess we should get going then, right?” Brian asked not really expecting an answer but feeling uncomfortable with the current conversation. “I mean I’m on a pretty strict deadline here.”

Alex finally snapped out of his reverie and said “Yes, of course, sorry Brian.”

“Sorry is bullshit” came the expected reply as they both got into the car and buckled up.

About thirty minutes later, they turned off Industry drive into the staff parking lot of a typical modern steel and glass fronted building.

“Welcome to Rorrim Industries.” Alex announced proudly.

“Seriously, that was the best name you guys could come up with?” The scorn was evident in Brian’s tone.

“Hey, we thought it was pretty clever. Sorry it’s not up to your exacting expectations Mr Senior Ad Executive” a disgruntled Alex snapped.

“You’re a gay man and didn’t see the problem in naming something raw rim?”

“What?! No! It’s not raw rim! It’s Ror…” Alex began to protest vehemently but tapered off as sudden realisation set in. “Fuck… how did we miss that?  We just thought it was clever to have mirror spelt backwards.” He continued dejectedly.

“Amateurs” The taller man scoffed and started striding up to what was obviously the staff entrance to the lab. The shorter man moved as well, but was still distracted by his revelation, and didn’t even try to keep up with his companions long-legged gait.

Brian reached the door and was about yell at the doc to move his ass, when it opened from the inside and out came two men dressed in scrubs and white lab coats. The stud stared hard at them. While not the hot, hard bodies of his usual twenty-something tricks, (nor the stunning beauty of his blond) they we’re attractive in their own way, but that’s not what caused him to stare. From the tops of their dark- haired head, to the bottoms of their comfortable lab shoes, they were identical. In fact, the only difference he could see between them, was that one was wearing green scrubs and the other was wearing blue. Twin pairs of dark chocolate eyes looked first at Brian and then to Alex who had finally managed to catch up.

“Is this him Lexy?” They asked as one.

“Yeah Babes, this is him.” Alex answered as he leaned in and passionately kissed both men. “Brian Kinney meet my husbands, Doctors Castor Dioscuri.”

“It’s nice to meet you Brian” the one in blue politely said while shaking his hand. Then the one in green stepped forward and did the same.

“For ease of communication,” blue boy again spoke up first “we’ve taken to calling me Cas.”

“and me Dio.” Greenie finished.

Brian meanwhile, was lost in mental pictures of the throuple naked and fucking, and barely paid them attention during their introduction. Then the images in his head changed to what it would be like between him, his doppelganger and Justin. He was surprised to find himself getting hard. ‘Fuck, that would be hot’ he thought and suddenly he was much more at ease about this whole endeavour. “Ok Pete and Re-Pete take me to the lab and let’s get this shit started.”

The four men entered the building and started down the corridor. Alex, Cas and Dio were so busy talking amongst themselves about the tasks ahead, that none of them heard the high-pitched yelp coming from the door they had just entered through. If they had, turned around they would have seen several fingers (turning purple at an alarming rate) wedged between the heavy door and its frame. The obstruction kept the security door from shutting completely and the lock from re-engaging.

“Honestly Michael” muttered the tall WASPy blond women whom currently had her palm over the short brunette’s whimpering mouth to supress the noise. “you’re the one with your nose constantly in comic books and watching those inane movies” she continued her whispered admonishments. “Didn’t you think it would be better to use your foot rather than your hand?”

The muffled reply she heard, sounded more whiny than normal. A feat, up till now, Lindsay Peterson didn’t think was possible. She was reluctant to remove her hand (regardless of how much she detested being this close to the obnoxious little man) because without the buffer she was afraid he might make her ears bleed.

“Be quiet!’ she hissed at him “I’m going to open the door and see if the coast is clear.”

Slowly she released her grip on Michael Novotny’s tear-stained face and reached for the doorhandle. She pulled the handle (creating a gap big enough to release the squashed digits) and peeked inside. She watched as the backs of the men they were pursuing finally turned a corner and were lost to sight before opening the door wide enough to admit her and her partner in crime.

As soon as his fingers were freed Michael had shoved them in his mouth like a teething toddler and began sucking on them. He made quite the pathetic sight as they both progressed down the hallway in search of their quarry.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!” Brian bellowed at Cas as he held up a huge needle filled with a viscous liquid.

“Calm down Brian!” Alex admonished “You need to be completely relaxed so the Re-Minder can get a true reading. This is just something to help with that.”

“Yeah? Well so far it’s not fucking working!” came the growled-out reply. The Stud absolutely hated not being in control, unless he was with Justin (and even then, it was a rare occurrence no matter how much he trusted the little twat) so he was completely tensed up. He was going to have to sit in this fucking uncomfortable chair, with the helmet like Re-Minder’s visor covering his eyes making him blind to the room surrounding him. He was NOT in a good mood.

He was so focused on keeping the blue clad doctor with the big fuck off needle, in his sights, that he didn’t notice the one in green silently approaching from the opposite side. Dio expertly injected the real sedative (from the much smaller gauged syringe) into Brian’s upper arm and compassionately rubbed the broad shoulders after he was done.

“That was a dirty trick Mary- Kate and Ashley.” Brian garbled out already starting to drift. “I’m gonna kick both your asses as soon as this shit wears off.” He promised, before finally succumbing to the drugs relaxing properties.

“He shouldn’t be this out of it!” the words spoken in a noticeably worried tone, were barely perceptible through the hazy quagmire Brian’s mind had become.

It was like all the tasks he had to achieve imminently were mixed up with his future ambitions and secret dreams and fears and they were all floating around him. Like croutons in a thick soup. ‘Christ, I can’t even relax while drugged out of my fucking mind. I really do need a vacation!’ He mused.

“I swear, I only gave him the normal dose and he said he wasn’t allergic to anything. Why the hell is he reacting this way to the ‘Telepath’?” Dio (or was it Cas?) continued.

“I don’t know.” That voice Brian knew belonged to Alex. “It’s like he already has something in his system that’s having an adverse reaction with the other drugs.”

“We asked him if he’d taken anything, before we started, he said no. Would he lie about that?” Cas (Dio? Whoever the fuck) questioned.

“No, if anything he is brutally honest. Unless it’s to himself, anyway.” Alex again answered.

‘Huh, you don’t know the half of it, Doc. I may have had that weird case of blurt-itis earlier but that didn’t mean I told you everything… Wait… Why did I tell you anything? Why...’ before the thoughts had a chance to coalesce properly, they were lost, and he was again drifting.

Minutes, Hours, Years or Eons later, Brian finally woke up properly and was greeted with the sight of four worried faces staring down at him. One of them, he was intimately familiar with. He stared back at the perfect copy of himself standing at his bedside. He even had the same small nick on his jaw, just underneath his left ear. The Ad Man had been running late that morning (after fucking Justin for the third time) and had accidently cut himself during his rushed shave.

“Hey Stud, how do you feel?” the obviously concerned Alex questioned, breaking the heavy silence in the room.

“I’m beside myself Doc,” the brunette replied (with his patented tongue in his cheek smirk) while shooting a quick glance at Kinney 2.0.

The “Smartass” he received back from the silver haired man was laden with too much relief to carry any sting.

“So, what the fuck happened to get all of your panties in a twist?” he asked.

“We’re not sure what happened,” Cas started, trying to explain. “See, we use a drug cocktail we’ve named ‘Telepath’ to achieve the best possible scan with the ‘Re-Minder’. It’s designed to calm the mind and body while ‘lighting up’ the neural pathways. You should have been incredibly relaxed but cognizant.”

“Instead,” Dio continued the narrative “You were rendered unconscious and we couldn’t wake you. You even stopped breathing for a minute. We think there was something in your system already.  Are you sure you didn’t take anything in the last 48 hours?”

“I’m sure, like I told you earlier, the only thing I had was alcohol. You guys said that wouldn’t matter.”

“It shouldn’t have,” Cas interjected. “and in terms of the scan, it didn’t. The ‘Re-Minder’ worked. It was your body that relaxed to such a degree that it almost ceased to function.”

“Brian, do you mind if we take some more blood and run some tests? I’d like to figure this out. You seem fine now, but we want to prevent this happening in the future, if at all possible.”

“Yeah Doc, do what you have to do. I do feel fine now, but better safe than sorry.” He was a little disconcerted about the news he was hearing and wanted answers too.

After asking a million more questions, drawing what felt like four pints of blood and reassuring themselves one last time he was ok, the three doctors left, muttering about what tests they were going to run.

Brian was now alone for the first time with his clone.

“So… Had a busy night?” he asked.

“Oh, you know, just being xeroxed into existence and then getting to watch the Doc and the Sprouse brothers freak the fuck out over your drugged-up ass, the usual Wednesday night,” was bantered back at him

“Wanna get the fuck out of here?”

“Fuck yes, I want to go find Sunshine and act out some of those fantasies you had earlier. You reckon you’re up for it?”

Brian looked down the length of his body to the tent pitched in the blanket covering him. “I’m UP for it.”

As the duo got up to leave, the security camera in the corner of the room followed their exit….

Brian and 2.0 hurried out of the elevator already anticipating the things they wanted to do to Justin. After rolling open the loft door (with 2.0 staying just out of sight on the other side), Brian called out “Hey Sunshine, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

He watched the beautiful (and delectably naked) blonde twink, hurriedly make his way down the stairs from the bedroom.

“What’s up?” Justin asked as he reached up and gave Brian a hot kiss to welcome him home. He was so horny for the Stud he didn’t care what the surprise was, just about getting him naked and inside him NOW.

“Well… I’ve… discovered… cloning… is… real,” Brian managed to get out between the voracious kisses of his blonde.

“That makes two of us.” The voice from the doorway managed to penetrate their lust bubble, causing the twink to whip his head around and look at the speaker.

Brian had to smirk at the word play from his doppelganger. It was exactly what he would have said.

What the tall man didn’t expect (although in hindsight probably should have) was Justin, unceremoniously, landing on his bubble butt as he collapsed at Brian’s feet. He was clutching his head and moaning “no, no, no, no, no” over and over.

Instantly, two pairs of long arms encircled their Sunshine protectively, and twin voices demanded to know what was wrong.

Justin had his eyes firmly shut and wouldn’t look at either of them. “Brian, I think I need to go to the hospital.” The words were said with a quiet anguish that tore at the men holding him. “I think they missed something on my last scan. I’m having auditory, visual and tactile hallucinations. It might be a sign of an escalation in my 'persistent post-concussion syndrome' symptoms from the TBI. Which could lead to…”

Two sets of relieved lips crashed down on his, effectively ending the little drama princess’ impromptu PSA.

“Open your eyes, you stupid little twat.” Brian coaxed the reluctant blonde. “There really is two of us; it’s not a hallucination.”

When he finally caught sight of those beautiful baby blues, he quickly explained all the events of his evening so far, ending with, “so then I, and Kinney 2.0 here..." Brian paused as he looked at his clone and said, "we need to figure out something better to call you,” then turned back to Justin, and continued, “ we left the nerds at the lab so they could do their tests, and came home before our balls turned into pumpkins.”

“You did all this just so I wouldn’t be disappointed about you cancelling the Vermont trip?”

‘Of course, that was the ridiculously romantic twat’s first question.’ The stud thought, but remained silent. Instead he just gave him his enigmatic, barely there, smile.

“I love you too, Bri.” Justin told him “and you too, Rian.” He said, while looking at 2.0.

“Ryan?” 2.0 asked, deftly avoiding the sentiment.

“Spelt with ‘I’ instead of a ‘Y’ like the traditional Irish spelling, but yes. It’s similar enough that those who don’t need to know, can think it’s a nickname, but different enough to help us with any confusion. What do you think?” Justin nervously explained.

“It’s… Not bad, Sunshine.” Rian answered in that understated Kinney way.

“Great, now that you know what to yell out in the middle of fucking, let’s get to it,” Brian added to the conversation as he got to his feet. He then bent down, grabbed the naked twink, and proceeded to carry him into the bedroom where he threw him on the bed. Rian, in complete agreement with this turn of events, was hot on their heels.

Justin lay on his back in the center of the bed and watched avidly, as the identical figures stripped. “OH FUCK! I’m the luckiest gay boy EVER,” Justin moaned, feeling the profusion of pre-cum sliding down his throbbing shaft. He was so turned on, he worried he was going to shoot before the twin gods could even join him.

Brian turned to Rian, saying, “Virgin’s choice; heads or tails?”

“Hmm... heads first I think; tails next round.” Rian decided.

Almost as one, they both climbed onto the bed. Brian claimed those pouty pink lips with a passion-filled kiss, while Rian started licking and sucking on an already erect nipple. Then without any words spoken, they switched places. Brian ran his olive-skinned hand down the soft, smooth expanse of Justin's perfect, cream-coloured body, until he eventually reached that gorgeous ass. He circled one of his fingers around the tight little pucker, and slowly pushed just the tip in, which caused Justin to let out a sensual “mmmnggh!”

The blonde canted his hips in clear invitation for more; an invitation Brian was happy to accept. “Roll over Brat, I want to taste that beautiful bubble butt.”

Rian held onto Justin and rolled them over so he was lying flat on the bed and Justin was prone on top of him. Somehow, they managed to keep their lips connected during the whole endeavor. Now in the desired position, their hands started roaming all over, pulling little sighs and grunts from each other.

Brian enjoyed the stunning sight the pair made, but couldn’t wait any longer. He dipped forward and swiped his tongue over that exposed and tantalizing hole.

Justin broke the kiss and cried out, “OH FUCK! Brian, Rian, oh, uh, ah, OH!” getting increasingly louder the more Brian’s wicked tongue flicked over his entrance. He again almost came, when the talented appendage made it past his tight muscle and started to fuck in and out.

While Brian had his tongue buried in Sunshine’s ass, Rian moved up the bed, until he was sitting up against the headboard. He then aimed his erection at those pretty pink lips, until they wrapped around his cock and started sucking.  

After several minutes, the blonde made a noisy slurping sound as he popped off Rian’s dick and begged Brian to fill him.

In total agreement, Brian pushed a lube-coated digit into the hungry little hole. It was relaxed enough, after the thorough rimming, that he was able to swiftly add another and scissored them apart to make room for his thick 9 and ½ inches. Succeeding in rolling a condom down his length one handed, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his steel hard cock.

“mmmmmnnnnghh!”

“That feels so fucking good!”

“Fuck you are so hot and tight, love... fucking.. you”

They found their rhythm and soon all three participants were lost to the intense pleasure they were feeling.

“Uh… Ugh… uh… OH FUCK JUSTIN YOUR GONNA MAKE ME COME!” Rian yelled out, as the brilliant twink did something with his tongue that caused his balls to draw up close to his body. Suddenly a long, slender finger pushed into his untried hole. Brian knew exactly where to aim and tapped unerringly on his hot spot. That added stimulus was all it took; Rian released a guttural groan and unloaded down Justin’s throat.

With the delicious taste of Rian’s cum in his mouth and the erotic sounds he'd made, coupled with the expert fucking of the man currently pummelling his prostate, Justin soon began to shoot, untouched, in big thick spurts all over Rian’s, still quivering, body beneath him.

Brian had, barely, been holding back his climax for some time. When he felt the tight heat surrounding his dick, become even tighter and start pulsating, he finally released the reigns on his impending orgasm. With his cock buried as deep in Justin’s ass as he could, he let out a roar, and exploded into the latex.

Then, like a puppet who's strings had been cut, they all collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard, and feeling the aftershocks that only happen after fucking fantastic sex.

“So,” Rian said after a few minutes of silence. “How much time do you guys need, before we can do that again?”