Brian and I had woken up sometime before sunrise practically stuck together with cum and sweat. He dragged me into the shower and washed me from head to toe, much like he did the night I had gotten so high on ecstasy that I could hardly function. Luckily there were two sheets on the bed with a thin blanket between them, so we were able to strip off the wet sheet covering the mattress and put it in the hallway for some poor housekeeper to find in the morning.

We woke again around noon and decided it was time to start our day. I waddled to the bathroom to pee, discovering that my asshole was rather tender from the workout Brian had given it the night before. He noticed that I was walking gingerly, so he gave my ass an inspection to make sure there weren't any obvious injuries. Not seeing any, Brian lovingly applied some Preparation H and gave me some Advil that he was thoughtful enough to bring along to help ease my discomfort.

There was coffee available in the hotel's Reading Room, but it was too late for the complimentary continental breakfast at that point. After having some of their delicious coffee, Brian and I walked down the street to a deli for lunch. We next took a cab over to Fifth Avenue, home to some of the world's most upscale shopping.

Brian went crazy in the Armani store, spending a few thousand dollars on various items of clothing. Next up was Saks, and then Hugo Boss, and finally Gucci before Brian exhausted himself and his credit card. He let me pick out several things for him and even treated me to a few very nice shirts and pairs of pants for my birthday.

It was about dinner time by then, so we went back to the hotel to drop off our purchases and freshen up before taking off again. We rode over to Times Square and had some of the best pizza I had ever had in my life at John's Pizzeria. We then walked around amongst the other tourists before Brian informed me that we had tickets to see Rent at eight o'clock.

I had never seen Rent before, but Brian had and said that it was a great musical. Indeed, it was. I laughed, I cried, I loved it. Afterwards, we went to Rockefeller Center to see the big ass Christmas tree before heading back to the hotel for the night.

New York City was often called "The City That Never Sleeps," but I was fucking exhausted after our long day. I could have crawled in bed and slept until New Year's Day, but Brian had other ideas.

"You have a little over an hour left of your birthday," he pointed out as he removed my coat and tossed it on a nearby chair.

I glanced down at my watch. "Yes, I do. It's been an amazing day... probably the best birthday I've ever had and will ever have, thanks to you."

He gave me a peck on the lips. "It was my pleasure, Sunshine. In fact, how about we each have a little more pleasure before the night is through?"

We got rid of our pesky clothing before sliding between the sheets together. Brian cupped my right butt cheek and asked, "Are you feeling okay now?"

I nodded before planting my lips firmly on his.

This time around, Brian didn't waste much time with foreplay but did gently prepare me with plenty of lube. He rolled on a condom and covered that with lube, too. He was laying between my legs and was about to enter me, but I stopped him.

"Can we do it doggy style?" I asked.

He almost looked impressed by my suggestion. "Certainly, birthday boy."

I flipped over onto my knees and elbows. Brian got behind me and ran his hands down my sides.

"God, your ass..." he whispered.

I shivered at his touch as he ran his cock between my legs and grabbed hold of my hips.

"Hey, relax," he soothed as he pushed the head of his cock inside of me, stretching me open.

I grunted as I felt him make shallow thrusts. He still only had the tip inside of me. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him fill me up.

"Push back against me, Sunshine."

Brian's hands gripped my hips tightly as he encouraged me to push back onto him. I did, and every time I thought I couldn't possibly take anymore he'd push in farther until I was completely impaled.

"Ah, fuck!" I screamed into the pillow. I felt overwhelmingly full and I fucking loved it. He felt so much bigger in that position.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Brian asked.

"No... no, I'm fine," I stammered. "Don't stop. Please."

He was hurting me a bit, but it felt amazing at the same time.

"Take a few deep breaths," he instructed, most likely aware that I was lying.

I did as he said and breathed through the pain.

"Good boy," he said as he started moving his hips, hitting me deeper than ever before. He took care to hit my prostate with every thrust, making me moan and growl like some sort of wild animal in heat.

He was making an effort to keep his weight off of me, his hands alternating between holding my hips or pressed against my lower back, but I wanted to feel his weight on me. I wanted him to push me down face first into the mattress. I needed it, I fuckingneeded to feel him.

He hit my prostate again and my entire body shuddered.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I think I might die from the pleasure," I said with a sigh.

Brian chuckled and continued to drive forward, his balls slapping deliciously against my ass, making the most wonderful noise.

I tilted my hips up higher and pressed my upper body against the mattress, changing the angle at which he hit me.

"Fuck," I groaned, feeling like I was going to explode at any second. I gripped the pillow with both hands as I tried to hold off.

Brian drew back before roughly thrusting back into me, his balls hitting my ass with an audible slap. I bit the pillow beneath my head, the delicious burning in my ass making me crave more. He continued pounding into me, punishing my prostate and making me grunt and groan without a fucking care in the world.

"You feel fucking incredible, Sunshine," Brian moaned as he held my hips tightly, surely marking me with bruises on my sensitive skin, making me his.

I couldn't believe I was able to hold on for as long as I did. "Brian, I'm almost... I'm close."

My right hand moved between my legs, pumping myself once, twice, and then I came so hard I literally thought I was going to die. My orgasm went on forever, or at least it felt as though it did.

I kept my face buried in the pillow as my body shook violently, every nerve in my body firing and crackling.

Brian let out the deepest of groans as he thrust into me a couple more times before his orgasm overtook him. His body went rigid as he shot into the condom. His cock pulsed inside of me, stimulating my already over-stimulated prostate.

He collapsed on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat. My knees shook and collapsed beneath me, and we both fell onto the mattress. I loved the feeling of him inside me and I never wanted him to leave.

After a couple of minutes, Brian lifted himself off of me, clasped the condom tightly, and slowly pulled out. His fingers brushed against my thoroughly fucked hole, making me jump a bit and grimace.

"Are you sore?" he asked softly, his face etched with worry. "I got carried away at the end."

"A little," I admitted. "But it was worth it. I love it when you fuck me."

Brian laughed as he rolled both of us over and wrapped me tightly in his arms. I just couldn't get enough of how he smelled, especially after sex. I could feel myself getting hard again already, but sleep overtook me before we could begin round two.

We woke up the next morning around ten, early enough to have breakfast downstairs after sharing a hot shower together. I loaded up a plate with a blueberry muffin, some fresh sliced fruit, and two hard boiled eggs along with a cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. Brian only had some coffee and a few slices of fruit, but I wasn't surprised since he had eaten a bunch of pizza the night before and normally ate like a bird. I wished that we had more time to spend at the hotel, because the Reading Room was so beautiful and there were thousands of books to choose from if you wanted to sit down and read, but we only had a few hours before we had to head back home.

Brian asked me if I could go anywhere in the city, where I would want to go. The answer was a no brainer: the Morgan Library and Museum four blocks away from the hotel. The Public Library was closer, but I had been there before during previous visits to the city.

We got into a cab and took the short trip over to the Morgan Library. I got out first and expected Brian to follow me, but he instead closed the car door while still inside.

"I'll be back here in a couple of hours," he told me through the open window. "I'm going to meet a friend of mine from college for brunch downtown."

"Oh... okay," I said, trying to hold back my disappointment from not being invited.

How would that have looked, though, for Brian to bring his boy toy to brunch with him? I was obviously much younger than Brian and I was sure he wouldn't want to lie to his friend about who I actually was. It was also a possibility that Brian just straight up did not want me to come with him and may have had this brunch planned before he had thought to invite me on this trip with him.

The cab pulled away, leaving me alone on the sidewalk.

I went inside the historic building and spent about half an hour just walking around and gawking at everything. There was an announcement made that there was a tour about to be conducted, so I joined in on that. It was all so beautiful and fascinating. Once it was over, I walked around browsing the titles on the bookshelves until Brian found me. I had to show him a few of the exhibits before we left.

I hoped that we could fool around some once we had gotten back to our room, but Brian informed me that he had paid for a late check out at three o'clock which didn't give us much time to pack. I was sad to leave the gorgeous hotel, but all good things must eventually come to an end. I promised myself as we walked out of the building with our suitcases that I would stay there again someday and take full advantage of it.

Later when we were back on the interstate going through New Jersey, I decided it was time to have a serious chat.

I hit the pause button on the CD player and turned in my seat towards Brian. He looked over at me for a moment.

"Yes?" he asked, waiting for me to begin.

"Brian... what's going to happen once we get back home?"

He shrugged. "I'll drop you at your house, then..."

"No, I mean how are things going to be between us after this weekend?"

Brian changed lanes to get around a semi. "I... I don't know."

"I just know that I don't want any more games. Now that we've... you know... I think things should be more mature between us. I don't want to be constantly walking on eggshells around you anymore."

He thought about it for a few seconds before saying, "I think that's fair."

I smiled. "Okay. I thought about it today while I was at the library, and I think that while we are at school, we should keep things on a professional level. I want you to treat me as you did before I ever found out you were gay."

"So, I should go back to treating you like you're my favorite student, rather than the sexy little twink who I know for a fact can swallow my cock like a champeen and has without a doubt the tightest ass I've ever fucked?"

I couldn't help but blush a bit. "Yeah. But when we're not at school... that's what I'm unsure about. Look, I am under no illusions that just because we've fucked that it means we're boyfriends or something, but I also hope that this weekend won't be a one time deal. I don't mean that we should leave town every time we want to fuck or that I expect you to take me on expensive vacations, but-"

"Justin," he said, interrupting my breathless ramble. "You're right: we're not going to be boyfriends, because I don't do boyfriends. I've never had a boyfriend and I don't want one. We mustn't forget that you're still my student and I'm still your teacher."

"But only for six more months," I reminded him.

"True, but in the meantime, we definitely should keep it professional at school, which means I can't give you rides home anymore or anything else that could potentially get us caught. But outside of school... yeah, I'd be lying if I said that I'll never want to fuck you again. I thought after finally having you this weekend, I would be able to throw you away like I have every single guy that has come before you, but you're not like every guy. No one has ever chased me and called me on my bullshit like you have, and that really intrigues me. Plus, Jesus Christ, you're fucking amazing in bed."

Again, I blushed.

"And I know it probably won't be long before I'll want your hot mouth or tight ass again. But I'm still going to fuck anyone I want, whenever I want, and I don't want you to pout and cry about it, alright?"

I nodded sadly. "Okay."

"And at the same time, you're free to fuck other people, too. In fact, I encourage it, because you'll only get better the more you practice. Just promise me that you'll be safe, okay? Never, ever fuck anyone without a condom. Promise me."

I really didn't want to fuck anyone other than him, but I appreciated his concern about my safety. "I promise."