Justin's POV

So this was it – the big day. I was 18, I became an adult, at least in the eyes of the law. I could now vote, get married and join the army, not that I had an urgent need to do any of those things. Nevertheless, I was glad that that day finally came. Why? Mostly because since that whole shit with my father happened – regarding Brian I mean – I was continuously worried that my old man would try to harm Brian again, that he would turn him into the police for "molesting" me. I was aware that this is not very probable, as my mother would rather be against it and they both cared a lot about the appearances and what neighbors would say, but who knows...? Who would have thought that my father, having never been violent before, would turn into a raging asshole and almost try to kill Brian? So I was happy that I was now legal, that Brian could fuck me without risking years in prison... Not that he ever showed concern it might happen.

When the day before my birthday came, we were dancing at Babylon and he asked me what I'd like to get for this occasion, I only kissed him. He was all I wanted, all I needed for my birthday and for anything else. I didn't even expect him to do anything special, I only hoped that he would come to the dinner Debbie planned for me at her place and that afterwards we would go to Babylon as usual and then to his loft. Oh God, how I cherished every time he took me home, even if before that he would abandon me during the evening for the tricks and for the backroom. Sometimes he would leave without me, alone or with someone, but more often than not he would put on his jacket, throw a casual "You're coming?" and meet me outside. I started coming to Babylon and Woody's also on school nights, with the hopes that tonight will be the night with him. And it often was.

The day before my birthday we danced, we kissed, and he was in an unusually good mood because of the happy end of the "Kip Gate", but then he told be he was bringing me to Debbie's. That's not what I expected.

"Are you serious?! We dance and kiss and you make me all hard and ready and now what?"

"Now you are going home like a good teenage boy you are and get your beauty sleep," he teased. I wasn't amused, I was in need of his cock up my ass. Apparently he had other plans for the rest of the evening, as he dropped me at Debbie's and before sending me on my merry way, gave me a long and sensual kiss, making all the blood rush to my groin again. I noticed that he was similarly aroused and I was angry at him for his teasing, for sending me home without release and probably going to the baths or something like that, when I would be at the mercy of my right hand.

But what could I do – I went to bed and jerked off to the fantasy of him fucking me face to face, like the first time. It didn't help much – trying to fall asleep, I still saw him under my eyelids. A raging hard-on in the morning was guaranteed.

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It must have been an ungodly early hour, as I was in the middle of yet another dream full of Brian and his cock and his mouth and his beautiful body setting me on fire. I was probably not more than two seconds from coming when the ringtone of my cellphone woke me abruptly. Half asleep, I reached for the phone and checked who it was. Brian. Maybe a morning round of phone sex was going to be my birthday gift?

"Brian? Hey." I was kind of nervous, still not really used to him calling me.

"Good morning, Sunshine. How did you sleep?" There wasn't any less teasing in his voice than there was last night.

"Uhm... Ok, I guess."

"Any dirty dreams you want to share?" I blushed. Dreaming about us in bed was one thing, telling him about it over the phone was definitely another.

"Uhm... Not really. Don't remember any."

"Really? I knew he didn't believe me. "Cause I think you must have had some pretty hot ones after my little teasing session yesterday."

"Well..." I hesitated.

"I want to know. Tell me." His voice was getting husky and I was more and more embarrassed. But what could I do, I needed to prove him that I was worth the effort of calling me so early in the day.

"Where to start... We were at the loft, naked on the bed, and you were uhm... You pinned my arms above my head so that I couldn't touch myself and you were kissing and licking me everywhere, my nipples, my thighs, my hole..." God, I don't think I've ever blushed so much. I felt as if I was standing naked in the middle of a street.

"Hot. Go on." He commanded.

"And you started rimming me, oh fuck, how I love when you rim me, it feels so fucking amazing..." I started losing control, reaching unconsciously to my briefs.

"Mhhm... Very good. I taught you well. Are you touching yourself right now?"

"Yes..." I panted.

"Then stop." There was so much confidence in his voice that I really stopped at this very second, although I didn't need much more to come. It took all my willpower to not place my hand on my dick again.

"Why?" I asked.

"Listen now. I want you to be a good boy today. You won't jerk off until the evening, do you understand?" I understood what he expected, but not how was I suppose to do it considering my current state.

"How come? I've almost came just seconds ago. You woke me up with your call, I haven't jerked off even once today."

"And you won't. I did it on purpose, called you so early I mean, before you would take care of your morning hard-on."

"So what am I supposed to do all day?" I really didn't like his ideas. If only I had known what was eventually bound to happen in the evening, I would be more enthusiastic.

"I don't know, take a cold shower, talk to your mother, watch lesbian porn. Or on the contrary, fantasize about me all day. All I want is for you not to get off until after dinner."

"And what will be... after dinner?" I swallowed. Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Every thought about what he could do to me was too arousing to my already aroused body.

"You will see." I could see him licking his lips. "All I can say is that there will be something we haven't done yet." Oh, now he got me. Was I now supposed to replay in my head all the times we had fucked and try to guess what he had planned? Fuck, this was going to be a hard, and I mean hard, day.

"Brian, I think you have really forgotten how it is to be a teenager. I will be a raging walking hard-on all day! I cannot guarantee I won't just cum from rubbing my dick against a wall or something."

"No age jokes or I won't fuck you for a week." Aha, as if I was going to believe that. It would be a punishment for me as much as for him. "If it makes you feel any better, Sunshine, I will tell you that I'm also not going to touch my dick... or let anyone touch it... until the evening. Just imagine how hard I will be after a day without coming. Would you like to deep throat my cock then? Have me fuck you mouth?" I swallowed again. Oh my, oh my. Right now I felt as if I could come without touching anything, even the wall. Brian Kinney restraining himself from having a release all day long - all day long for me. Was it really happening? I wanted so much to not disappoint him.

"Hmm Brian, ok. If it is supposed to work out, we need to disconnect right now. You cannot start talking dirty and expect me not to get turned on."

"But I want you turned on. I want you all hot and wanton and ready for me. I just don't want you to ruin the pleasure too soon. Promise?"

"Will do my best, but really have to go now. See you later."

"Later". Click.

Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale. Calm down, I told myself. Whatever Brian had in mind, I knew I wanted to conform to his wish. I could have jerked off then in the morning and I would have been hard and wanton and ready anyway, but he could read me as an open book, so lying was not an option – he always knew. He needed to see that I was worth the effort, worth him. And if I learnt something during these nights spent in the loft, it was that controlling yourself was one of the key skills in getting more pleasure in the end.

It was Saturday, so I didn't really have anywhere important to be. Too bad – I needed stuff to do to keep my mind from wandering towards the dangerous zone, namely wondering what he could have in mind for tonight. I mean, by that time we had done awfully lot in bed. Different positions, backroom, bathroom at Woody's, rimming and blow jobs, shower sex and dildos and he even once gave me massage oil and instructed me how to make a full – and I mean full, back and front body massage. I thought I had died and gone to heaven where I would touch and worship this beautiful sculptured body for all eternity. And then he reciprocated. Oh my fucking Mary and Jesus.

He hadn't let me top him though. I didn't suppose that was going to be the case tonight, but the boy can always dream. No! The boy couldn't dream about this particular possibility if he was supposed to get through that day.

So I took a cold shower, went downstairs for breakfast, did some homework and followed some other routines. After lunch Debbie asked me to stay in the kitchen and help her with cooking, as she invited the whole gang plus Daphne, my mother and Molly for a special dinner for me. I appreciated it, made me feel as if I had a family again. Vic was making a chocolate torte and she prepared a whole menu of side and main dishes. When we were almost finished I went upstairs to take a shower and change. I needed to find some clothes that would be appropriate both for the family dinner and hot enough for the night with Brian. Not knowing if he planned on taking me clubbing as well, I chose black, rather tight pants and a sky blue shirt. I somehow managed to avoid thinking about Brian all day, but putting my clothes on, I couldn't escape the thought of him ripping them off me later tonight.

The guests came, all wished me happy birthday and a lot of successes in college and what not, gave me presents of art supplies, albums with contemporary paintings and money, in case of my mother. Brian came 40 minutes late. I was waiting nervously for him so I jumped on the bell's sound and opened the door. He was there, gorgeous as usual, his eyes sweeping over me.

"Happy birthday. You look hot." I shivered under his hot breath near my ear. "Have you done what I asked you for? Or rather have you not done it?" He chuckled.

"Yes, I mean no, I haven't done anything." I answered truthfully. He looked into my eyes and I knew he believed me.

"Good. Now we sit for 2 hours through this little celebration. You made it so far, you can make it further. And then... You will get your real gift."

If I was able all day long to block out thinking about him, I was at the lost position now that he was here. My pants were getting surprisingly too tight. Well, I could always talk to my mother.

The dinner went well, although I couldn't really concentrate. I sneaked out for a cigarette – Debbie knew I was smoking and allowed me to do it in the backyard, but since my mother was here, I hid further behind the dumpster. Daphne followed me shortly afterwards.

"You seem kind of... I don't know, on the edge. Is everything fine?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure. It's just... Brian."

"What about him? I've seen you talking, haven't I?"

"We were. He is making me crazy. He abandoned me yesterday after Babylon without fucking, then called in the morning – I thought he wanted phone sex – but he just teased me and told me not to jerk off all they because he has something planned for me for tonight. I don't think we will leave bed before Monday."

"Aww, Justin, your first world's problems! Your boyfriend is too hot!" She laughed.

"He's not my boyfriend, Brian doesn't do boyfriends. I'm... I'm a guy he fucks more than once. I didn't expect him to do anything special for my birthday though."

"But he does. He so loves you!"

"Maybe."

When we came back, I saw Brian talking to my mother. They seemed to actually have a kind of civilized conversation, no stones thrown, no cars rammed into. This day was turning out to really be full of surprises.