Chapter 43 - Welcome To Fantasy Island. (Friday, July 15th)

Waking up once again sandwiched between two hot little Twinkie bodies brought a smile to Brian's face. It felt so good. So warm. Who knew Brian Kinney would end up being the type of person who would enjoy waking up to find another warm body in his bed? Make that two warm bodies. Who said a person couldn't change?

This morning Brian found himself as the creamy filling in their Twinkie sandwich. All three of them were lying on their left sides, with Brian's arms wrapped around the body in front of him and another boy curled up behind him with an arm draped across Brian's middle. Like three spoons nestled together in a row - one, two, three. It was entirely too lesbionic, but fuck it felt nice.

Keeping his eyes shut tight, Brian tried to guess which of the Twinks he was holding this morning. It was a little game he'd started playing recently and he was getting quite good at it. While both boys were roughly the same height and of a similar build, Malik was generally stockier and more muscled. However, because of the way they were lying, and without moving his arms from around the slender waist, Brian couldn't really make a determination based on that. Granted, the ass that his crotch was pressing up against as he tilted his pelvis forward was not quite full enough for this to be Justin. He still wasn't one hundred percent sure though.

The real determining factor would have to be the scent. Each of the boys had his own very distinct body odor. Both were nice, in their own way, but Brian could easily tell the difference between the two. Mal's personal body odor was a musky, spicy scent. Brian felt like he could actually smell the rich, dark pigment in his skin. Justin, on the other hand, somehow smelled like fresh mown hay on a crisp summer morning. His natural aroma reminded Brian of bright blue skies and green growing things and fresh air. Inhaling a deep whiff with his nose pressed close against the skin of the boy in front of him, Brian was finally sure that this was Mal.

Brian allowed himself a quick peek in order to assure himself that he'd made an accurate identification. Sure enough, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes a crack was the beautiful, deep, almost blue-black of the skin in the crease of Mal's shoulder. Brian silently congratulated himself on how good he was getting at this game.

If the twink in front of him was Malik, then the body curled up behind him like a shrimp was Justin. And the hot hard length sandwiched between his butt cheeks was also Justin's. That felt really nice too. Brian shifted slightly, tilting his hips back, and felt the delicious clenching in his gut caused by that full hard cock pressing up against him.

The boy certainly was well endowed, especially for his size. The way they were lying, spooned together, that delicious, firm, warmth was only centimeters away . . . It was so tempting. It'd been so long. So long since Brian had felt that he could trust someone enough for that.

Brian really hadn't trusted anyone completely for a very long time. Even his oldest and closest friends didn't know all his secrets. In fact, he'd been so intent on keeping this one specific secret, that he'd allowed Mikey to invent an elaborate persona for him rather than trying to explain just why he could no longer trust anyone enough to let them get close to him, to touch him, to open up. Why he simply refused to bottom. He'd rather let everyone think he was just another narcissistic asshole who was more concerned with his reputation as the Stud of Liberty Avenue than reveal this secret.

But, suddenly, Brian realized that he DID trust Justin. He almost laughed aloud at the shocking revelation. He trusted Justin. Justin, who was so unimaginably young, innocent in many ways, and yet, probably the only person on the planet that he felt he could open up to. He instinctively knew that Justin would never judge him, pity him, or subtly imply that he was in some way responsible for what had happened. That he'd been asking for it because of his lifestyle, his promiscuity or his carelessness.

After what had happened earlier in the week - Brian's little freak out - Brian had been waiting with baited breath for some kind of backlash. But Justin hadn't said anything. He hadn't pried or tried to pressure Brian to talk. He'd simply been there. A reassuring, comforting presence. Supportive but not demanding. Justin hadn't had to be asked for that support either. He'd just given what he knew Brian needed without any fuss or expectations as if he knew it was his responsibility. Brian had never met anyone else like that. Never come across anyone else he'd felt he could trust as implicitly as he already trusted Justin. Maybe Justin was the one person he could trust with ALL his secrets.

Lying as he was, held in Justin’s arms, with Justin’s substantial cock pressing against his ass, Brian felt more relaxed than he had in a very long time. It didn’t feel at all strange to him to be this connected to someone. It felt like it was something he’d been looking for, without knowing he was looking, for quite a while. It was so tempting to give in to that feeling of trust. And that nice warm piece of pork between his butt cheeks was also very tempting this morning.

Justin might even be the one person he could trust with that . . . Maybe.

But in the meantime, Brian thought he might have some other ideas of ways to entertain his two twinkie companions. Ways to employ Justin’s big hard cock and Malik’s sweet little ass that were almost as tempting as that one forbidden act that he’d just been contemplating. And he wouldn’t even have to move out of his comfy, warm, twinkie sandwich nest to enjoy this new temptation.

Brian’s own cock was trapped between his belly and Malik’s lower back. He didn’t dare move too much or he’d dislodge Justin, but he figured he could shift Malik’s smaller frame into place with very little effort. Hopefully without waking him just yet either. Moving slowly so he wouldn’t disturb the two sleeping twinks, Brian carefully slid Mal a couple inches higher on the bed, felt his own cock slip free of its hiding place, and then slid Mal back down so that The Magnificent Mr. Pokey was nicely seated right along the crevice of the boy’s ass crack. In the process of all this sliding around, Brian’s Mr. Pokey had become just a little drippy and wet, which was all good as far as his plans were concerned. And somehow he’d managed it all without fully waking either of his bed mates.

Now all Brian had to do to begin his lazy morning fun was to start frotting back and forth. He tilted his hips forward and let his cock slide along Mal’s warm crack, the pre-cum bubbling out of the tip making the way nice and slippery. *Mmmmmm* Now this was Brian’s idea of a Slip ‘n Slide!

On the back stroke, Brian tilted his hips far enough the other direction that he could feel Justin’s cock sliding along his own crack. It was still nice and dry and the skin felt smooth as silk against his ass. Brian could feel the ridge of the plump head as it rubbed against the joint between his ass and thighs. And, even in his sleep, Justin’s body reacted to Brian’s movements by unconsciously pressing forward a tiny bit so that the feeling was even more intense. *Mmmmmm* Brian purred again.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Brian maneuvered himself so that slowly he was gliding deeper and deeper into the crack of the boy in front of him and at the same time taking Justin’s cock a little further down his own crack. It was gloriously decadent but still lazy enough not to feel like work. He could tell when the wanton whippersnapper behind him woke up, too, because all of a sudden that part of the slippery sliding got a lot wetter and the thrusting became more energetic. About a minute and a half later the lascivious lad in front of him woke up as well and started wiggling his backside closer with every forward motion and then thrusting into Brian’s hand in front when Brian tilted himself back. Very quickly the lazy motions became focused and much more intense.

And then it was just one delightful push and pull after another. Over and over. Dicks sliding deliciously over cum slick skin. In and out of tightly pressed thighs. Skin pressed against skin with no barriers needed and sensitive ridges fully exposed to every single tingle of touch. It felt so sensuous. So debauched. So bare and free. So reckless. And as one after the other of the three reached a happy conclusion it also became so wet and wild and oh so welcome.

Brian thought it was the perfect way to wake up in the morning - you might even say it was one of his private fantasies come to life.

“So, when I heard that today was going to be another Fetish Friday, I was a little leery. I thought we’d be doing some really kinky shit, you know? Like sounding or golden showers or something like that,” Justin announced as he stomped into the break room after his last session in the Passion Pit and threw the black leather riding crop and matching bridle down on the coffee table near Brian’s feet. “I did NOT expect to be prancing around wearing a bridle and a tail and pretending to be a pony while Paal rode me!” The boy bent over to unzip the high heeled horse hoof shoes he’d been wearing and in the process exposed the flouncy blond pony tail butt plug that was still sticking out of his ass. Brian broke out laughing so hard he fell off the chair he’d been sitting on.

“And when I say ‘riding’, I fucking mean riding. Like sitting on my back and pretending to guide me with the reins attached to the bit I had to put between my teeth. There was NO actual fucking at all. It was just fucking weird. Where the hell do people come up with this shit? Pony Play? People actually paid Ted money to get us to do this shit on camera? Stop laughing! This is fucking scary, Brian!” Justin was getting angry at Brian for laughing at him. He was trying to remove the stupid sparkly blond tail from his ass but was too angry to get it out without a bit of trouble and that was making him even more angry. Brian thought he might bust a rib he was laughing so hard by this point.

“Shut the fuck up and help me get this thing out of my ass, Brian. It’s some cheap scratchy plastic and it’s rubbing my ass raw from the inside,” Justin demanded petulantly, moving over so his pretty blond tail was waving right in Brian’s face. Brian reached up and started to carefully work at the plastic butt plug, but he was hampered in his efforts by the continual low level giggling that he kept succumbing to, no matter how much he tried to quell the unmanly noises. “Yeah, keep it up, big guy. Keep laughing. You just wait. You might be next. And it could have been worse, you know. At least I got down to the Pit before Daniel and got to pick which pony tail I got. Daniel was almost five minutes late, so he had to wear the fucking pink unicorn tail and headband.”

Brian’s renewed bout of giggles interfered substantially with his efforts to rid Justin of the silky blond tail. When he finally did manage to stop tittering for a second or two, he looked at the tail and then up at Justin with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “You know, Sunshine, maybe we should leave this in for a bit. I like the way it matches your mane. We could take this upstairs and do some riding of our own, you know . . .” Brian teased, fingering the pretty blond tail and waggling his eyebrows at the boy suggestively.

“No fucking way, Brian! If you plan to do any ‘riding’, it’ll be with my cock up your ass. After today, I never want to see anything related to horses ever again!” Justin insisted. “Now get this fucking tail out of me before I start using this riding crop for real!”

“Ok. Hold your horses, there, Silver!” Brian chuckled again as he slowly worked the plug out and obediently handed the tail over to its putative owner. “This Lone Ranger doesn’t want to do without his piece of blond boy tail. I promise I’ll stop being such a horse’s ass as long as you promise to ride me later.”

Justin scrunched up his nose adorably, pretending to be mad at his lover’s ongoing horsey jokes, but in reality just annoyed at the circumstances of this weird day. This had been his second trip to the Pit for the day. His first stint only had him smelling women’s shoes. That was weird but somehow not nearly as demeaning as pretending to be a pony. The whole time he was prancing around and neighing, all he could think of was how into horses his little sister and her friends were at the time. It was very disconcerting to think how close the toys he’d been playing with were to those his nine year old kid sister used. Brian took his foul mood in stride though. He just stood up, kissed the tip of the cute little turned up nose, picked up the abandoned pony tail with a come hither grin and waved as he left the Break Room with it still in his hand.

“Shit. He’s fucking serious about the pony thing,” Justin whimpered, half-serious but now half-turned on, since anything he did with Brian was a fucking turn on no matter how nutty.

Trying to rid his mind of all things pony, Justin pulled out the chair in front of the computer and sat down to check his email. Anything to distract himself from the nightmare of Pony Play. Luckily he saw that the first thing in his inbox was a new message from Daphne. He hoped that Daph didn’t know anything about Pony Play and had NOT been watching the site today. At the very least, he prayed that she was too polite to bring it up. Then again, knowing his best friend the way he did, that wasn’t very likely.

To: Seuratbrat@mymail.net

From: LaughyDaphy@mymail.net

Re: Mr. Ed and Other Asinine Things.

OMG! Pony Play? OMG AGAIN! That’s not a real thing is it? Even if it is, I can’t believe you did that Justin! And, just so you know, I have screen caps of you and plan to hold this over your head for the rest of your life. ;-P

Now, on to the NOT so humorous things happening out here in Real Life. Well, maybe a LITTLE humorous, but still . . . So, there was another big kerfuffle at the Country Club again this afternoon. I was hanging out at the pool with September and her sister, April, who’s home from college for the summer. Anyway, your parents were there having lunch on the terrace. I think your Dad had been playing golf that morning and had probably been at the club for a couple hours before your Mom arrived, because by the time I saw him he was already about three scotches into the day. He was being REALLY loud and obnoxious. What else is new, you might ask? Well, since the whole Porn Website at Brunch fiasco, he’s been more vocal than usual about how much he hates fags . . . I’m sure you’ve heard it before, but usually he isn’t quite so outspoken about that shit in public. Today, though . . . Let’s just say that I could hear him from the other side of the pool even over the noise of the AquaDucks’ Swimming Lessons. It was all “Fags” this and “Fucking Fairies” that. And Craig was yelling this shit to all his buddies even though they were sitting about four tables over. Just totally obnoxious, right?

Anyway, that had been going on for a long time. You could see your Mom was getting completely pissed off but she’s all, like, too polite, you know, to say anything. But then, Craig had to go totally overboard, of course. Right about the time the toddlers’ swimming lessons broke up, he VERY loudly made the comment that he was glad you were doing the porn show with all those other fags since you’d undoubtedly “contract AIDS before the end of the summer and that'll take care of the 'Gay Gene' from Jennifer’s side of the family before it has time to spread.”

So, like, it got totally silent after that. I mean, TOTALLY silent. You could have heard a pin drop anywhere on the terrace. And at first I was thinking that I was going to have to go kill your Dad because nobody else looked like they had the balls to call him on that shit. But then your Mother stood up, very deliberately, threw her Mojito in his face and then threw the glass at his head! Then, cool as a cucumber, your mom says in that totally prim Old Money accent she has, “How dare you say that about our son, Craig! I can’t believe even you would be so hateful that you would wish that disease on anyone, let alone your own flesh and blood. And, if Justin got the ‘Gay Gene’ from anyone it wasn’t me! I’m not the one who suggested that I should wear a strap-on and role play that you’re the naughty school boy who’s being reprimanded by his teacher. I can get off without having something stuck up my ass!”

Can you believe it? I mean, your Mother? Actually saying that shit? In public even? Needless to say, everyone was so shocked that it somehow got even quieter than before. I swear to all that’s WASPish that I could actually hear the sweat dripping off your Dad’s forehead after that.

All the stupid dweeb could manage as a come back after that was a totally lame, “Jennifer. Shut up and sit down!” WHAT a LOSER! Anyway, your Mom, of course, just glared at him even more and then turned to the next table over where Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins were sitting. “Alistair,” your mother reaches into her purse, pulls out a hundred dollar bill and hands it to Mr. Jenkins, “I’m retaining your services as my divorce lawyer. Can you please inform my soon to be ex-husband that he’s not welcome to return to the house. I don’t want him anywhere near MY children. I’ll have his clothing and other personal effects boxed up and delivered to his mistress’ condo by the end of the week. And tell him that I’ll make sure to include that strap-on with his favorite 8” dildo - you know the big black, realistic-looking one with the ribs that he just can’t live without - in case his mistress needs it. Also, if he comes anywhere near me, Molly, or Justin for that matter, I would like you to take out a restraining order against the fucking monster. Oh, and I’ll fax you over a copy of the Pre-Nup Craig signed when we got married by this evening, Alistair.”

Then she just picked up her purse and calmly walked out of there, her head held high, without saying a word more to anyone. So, basically, your Mom has bigger balls than King Kong, but she’s too classy to show them off to anyone! I figured you had to have got it from somewhere and you obviously don’t take after Craig, right?

Anyway, it looks like your Dad has been handled. Did you want me to give your email address to your mother now? I mean, after that, she kinda deserves it, right?

Daphy

“Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk!” Justin sat there just staring at the computer monitor as he read and re-read the email about twenty times. He had no idea what the fuck he was supposed to do or say at this point. First of all, he was so creeped out reading ANYTHING about his parent’s fucked up sex life that he thought he might go blind just from reading the second hand account in the message. He couldn’t even get far enough past that to process the substance of what had happened - that his mother was kicking his homophobic dad out of the house and divorcing him. All he could think about was that he didn’t want to know any of this. None of it. Really. REALLY!

He quickly determined that he’d rather do ANYTHING other than deal with this information right now. He just wanted to run away and hide from it. What he needed was Brian. And for Brian to fuck him so hard, over and over, that he didn’t have enough functional brain cells left to think about anything. He didn’t even care if Brian made him wear the abhorrent blond pony tail butt plug. He would do whatever it took to not have to think about his father and an 8” inch dildo anywhere in the same universe.

“Brian! BRIAN! TMI! TMI! TMI! . . .” Justin ran screaming out of the Break Room and up the stairs, tearing past the confused faces of the rest of the House Boys at breakneck speed and ignoring all distractions along the way. “TMI! TMI! TMI! TMI! . . .” He was still repeating that one phrase over and over again, using it as a buffer to keep all the scary thoughts at bay while he desperately searched for Brian and the only thing that could save him. “BRIAN!”

“Don’t you mean, Trigger?” Brian was there, standing at the end of the upstairs hall, waiting for him outside the door to their bedroom. And Brian was wearing the flouncy, blond butt plug tail! And he was doing that sexy smirking thing that Justin loved. And, thank the Dildo God, he was naked and hard and so sexy that Justin’s brain immediately short-circuited into sex-mode so he didn’t have to think of anything else for a long, long time afterwards.

Brian and Justin didn’t emerge from their Pony Play exile until just before the evening Challenge was due to start. Justin had needed major sexual therapy. He wasn’t sure if even the three plus hours Brian had spent fucking him had been enough to wipe the horrifying images from his brain. However, the fact that Brian had seemed more playful than usual and had actually let him closer than ever before to his ass, had eventually provided the sexual healing he’d needed. He was finally able to leave the bedroom without screaming. That was definite progress.

They weren’t exactly prepared, however, to come downstairs to the pandemonium they found - crates full of costumes, a line up of beautiful men wearing tux pants and nothing much else and a newly installed Stripper Pole set up at one end of the Greatroom.

"Holy Handjobs! Whose fantasy is this? RuPaul's," Brian picked up a lacy purple lingerie off the top of one pile of costumes. "All I can say is that, if I have to wear women's underwear or a naughty nurse costume while stripping, I'M going to be the one needing the therapeutic blow job later, Sunshine," Brian tossed the disreputable garment away from him and shuddered.

Justin hadn't really been looking at the costume boxes though. He'd been too busy ogling the five hunky men wearing the tux pants and bow ties who were huddled in the corner looking a bit lost. The boy's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets as he admired the well oiled torsos and rippling muscles of the newcomers. There might have even been a small bead of drool hanging from the corner of his gaping mouth as he continued to stare. Further south, there were definitely beads of something dripping off his hard dick at the sexy sight.

"Stuff your eyes back in your skull, Sunshine," Brian shook his head at the insatiable teen who he'd personally fucked senseless four times already that day but who seemed raring to go again nevertheless. "According to my gaydar, not a one of them is interested in anything you've got to offer. Sorry. They do make nice eye candy though, don't they?" And, so saying, Brian joined his boy in a minute or two of mindless ogling as they admired the pumped up pecs and washboard abs of the pretty boys in the tux pants.

Eventually, though, they both managed to tear themselves away from their ogling duties and made their way over to join Kerek and Paal on the couch. Kerek was still ranting about the newest outrage he'd been subjected to by Daniel earlier that morning. In spite of Ted's renewed warnings, the big butch bully continued to be a bitch to everyone in the Residence, especially to Kerek. Brian was just thankful that he'd backed off from harassing Justin after the limp dick debacle the prior week, because if Daniel HAD continued to pursue the boy after that, Brian might have had to kill him. Instead, Daniel seemed to have refocused all his bullying energy on Kerek, who was clearly getting close to a breaking point.

"I'm going to take that damned dildo he keeps threatening me with and shove it so far up his ass they'll have to send out an archeological expedition to find it again," Kerek was promising, using very explicit hand gestures to emphasize his statements. Turning to address the newcomers, Kerek continued on in the same strain. "We have to get rid of Daniel NOW, Brian. I swear, if I have to put up with him another day I'll lose it and kill him in his sleep."

"While I'm completely in favor of that proposal in theory, Ker," Brian patted the distraught man's shoulder consolingly, "I'd rather not have to shell out all that money to bail you out of jail afterwards. I'm afraid you're going to have rethink your plans."

"Shit! You know, I don't think I've ever truly hated anyone the way I hate that blasted buttbrain." Kerek's tone had turned from defiant to depressed in a heartbeat. "I don't think I can take much more."

"You can not let him get to you like this my friend. You have to let go of your anger. It serves no purpose other than to make YOU miserable," Paal, the eminently reasonable, counseled his friend.

Just then the house lights began to flicker, calling them to assemble for another challenge. "Fuck! I am SO not in the mood for this tonight," Kerek complained, even though he was the first to stand up and start walking to the gathering area. Brian and Justin looked at each other, worried about Kerek but unable to do a thing to help him at the moment, before they too moved over to join the rest of the group.

"Good evening, my children," The Master's voice reverberated out of the speakers. "How is everyone enjoying Fantasy Friday? I hope, perhaps, the experience has expanded some of your horizons. I know our viewers have been very pleased. I applaud all your efforts. Thank you."

"Now, before I announce the next challenge I am very excited to present the award for another Secret Challenge. This reward goes to our dear, dear Kerek who, for the past week, has consistently been the first of you boys to reach orgasm every single morning. This is quite an achievement and pleases me greatly. Kerek, child, please step forward." The aristocratic-looking black man stepped forward, shrugging his shoulders, but looking pleased with himself. "I know this particular reward will please you immensely, my son. Servant, please open the door and show our favorite son his reward."

One of the masked servants immediately walked across the room towards the front entrance door, turned the doorknob and pulled it open. To everyone's astonishment, there on threshold stood a huge grinning blond giant.

"Dane?" an incredulous Kerek squealed at the sight. "Dane!" Kerek ran across the floor and literally jumped into the arms of the waiting behemoth, raining down kisses all over his face. The friendly monster eagerly kissed the ecstatic young black man back. "Damn. I missed you baby," Dane purred as he fondled Kerek's face and ran his hands over the short curly dark hair.

There was a pause of a few minutes while everyone else rushed over to greet their long lost companion. Dane held on tightly to Kerek's hand while he continued to greet all his friends, bestowing hugs and kisses all around. Everyone was thrilled to see Dane return for a visit.

When the hubbub had died down a little, Dane smiled around at all of them, then looked down at his faded denim jeans and soft gray pullover hoodie and laughed at himself. "Shit. I feel overdressed." Everybody else laughed too, and several voices encouraged him to feel free to make himself more comfortable.

"Children. Children, I'm very pleased that you're all so happy with Kerek's reward, but we still have tonight's challenge to get through. I promise you'll have plenty of time to enjoy Dane's company later this evening as I’ve agreed to extend his visit overnight. But first, it's time to move on with our Strip Show Challenge."

As expected from the collection of costume crates, the evening's Challenge involved all the boys dressing up in costumes of their choosing, pole dancing and then stripping. The competition would be judged by the five experienced dancers whose burly presence they'd noticed earlier. They were encouraged by The Master to use this time to make their own fantasies come true. The contestants were given only a half hour to get their costumes together, choose their music and otherwise prepare for the dancing, so everyone was forced to rush off with promises to Dane that they'd catch up later. Except, of course, for Kerek, who refused to let the Big Blond Giant out of his sight.

When the group reassembled, all dressed in their costumes, they were shown to seats in front of the makeshift stage. The panel of Chippendale Dancer judges was seated at a table off to one side. Justin noticed briefly that the big brunet on the end had been frequently glancing over in the direction where he and Brian were sitting - Brian noticed too but just shrugged, apparently used to the fact that his charms could turn even straight boys into prime cocksuckers. Justin had to chuckle at the whole situation, amused and impressed and turned on all over again. Luckily, his attention was diverted at that point back to the stage, where Daniel - who'd been randomly selected as the first contestant - was just getting started.

Tonight, their resident bully was dressed up as, what else, a ninja warrior. He had on a pair of loose fitting black trousers, a black Ghee tied closed with a black fabric belt and a black head scarf tied in the back. And, of course, he'd chosen 'Kung Fu Fighting' as his music. Overall he did an adequate job. His performance involved a lot of high kicks and martial arts moves. It was very athletic. Brian thought it lacked a lot in the area of sensual appeal though. There really was no sense of anticipation as Daniel stripped off the various pieces of his costume. The judges gave him a mid-range score: three '7's, an '8' and a lowly '5' from the cutie on the end.

Brian was next. His costume was delicious. He was dressed from head to toe in gleaming black leather: backless black leather chaps over a black leather jockstrap, a tight black vest, a thin black strap as an armband on his right bicep, and the whole thing topped off by a black leather biker hat. Somewhere, he'd also scrounged up a huge long black bullwhip, which he expertly cracked in time to the music throughout his song. And, very appropriately, the music Brian had chosen was George Thorogood's 'Bad to the Bone'. Unfortunately Brian's dancing wasn't a heck of a lot better than his singing had been. His stripping was just fine though, so everybody seem to overlook the fact that he was only walking through most of his dance steps. He did make a pretty good use of the stripper pole though - holding on to it and shimmying his ass at the audience - earning himself quite a few catcalls, most coming from Justin's direction. And best of all, like a true showman, Brian ended with a bang - somehow managing to stroke himself off to the final strands of his dance music. That particular feat earned him a straight across-the-board '8' from four of the judges and one enthusiastic '9' from his admirer at the end of the table.

Next up was Paal who, in a whimsical break from his normally serious demeanor, was dressed as a sexy harem boy - looking like a cross between 'I Dream of Jeannie' and Disney's 'Aladdin' - wearing billowy pants, an embroidered vest that was at least two sizes too small, a tiny little pillbox hat, and with his body decorated by glitter and small sequins. His dance was hilarious. He'd chosen an upbeat pop-style Bollywood song, draped himself with veils and constantly twirled them seductively as he gyrated around on the stage. For once, Justin thought, Paal seemed to be completely letting go and thoroughly enjoying himself. His was the first real 'dance' of the night's performances - earning himself a '7', two '8's and two solid '9's.

Malik, dressed as the sexiest little sailor you'd ever seen, was the next one up. He was all in crisp, pristine white: tight high-cut boy shorts, a form fitting white sailor tunic and a little white sailor hat. The bright white of his costume against his deep black skin made a beautiful contrast. He'd also chosen one of the best stripper songs of all time for his music - Joe Cocker's 'You Can Leave Your Hat On'. And Mal did an excellent job of stripping off that tiny little outfit while cavorting around the stripper pole with the most sensual and seductive of shimmies - all except for the cute little hat of course, which he used very effectively as a prop in his dance, and which was the only thing he was still wearing in the end. Malik was also incredibly limber, incorporating some pretty amazing gymnastic moves into his routine. His big finish, ending with a spectacular display of splits, garnered him four '9's and one, stingy, '7'.

Justin's choice of costume - a sexy little school boy - got him quite a few laughs as well as one long, loud wolf whistle from Brian. He'd picked out a pair of dark blue boy shorts that were so tight it was a mystery how he'd managed to get them on. He’d combined the shorts with a plain white, button-up Oxford shirt, an oversized, dark blue blazer complete with an embroidered crest and the ugliest, striped yellow and blue tie Brian had ever seen. The costume, combined with his short, preppy, schoolboy haircut, made the young fresh-faced boy look like he was about ten years old. Brian wasn't the only one though that found himself getting incredibly hard at the mere sight of the sexy little boy toy. Justin's music selection was also completely fitting - 'High School Confidential' by Carol Pope. Brian was surprised that he’d gone with the schoolboy theme after the news that he’d received earlier about his father’s perverse predilections, but figured that maybe this was Justin’s way of erasing and remaking that image. But, whatever it was, Justin was doing up the fantasy in style. It helped a whole lot that the hot little fucker really could dance. He was shimmying and shaking, gyrating his hips with an erotic little tilt that made you want to drool, swinging around the stripper pole and basically molesting it like he had done many a time with Brian’s dick. If it was possible to make a steel pole cum, Justin would have done it. By the end of his performance, Brian wasn’t the only one stroking himself and near to orgasm. When the brash boy draped the ugly tie across his proudly jutting cock and walked forward to take a bow at the end of his turn, the applause was accompanied by at least a couple loud groans of pleasure as more than one man shot his load in abject appreciation for the boy’s skills. Apparently, the straight boy judges agreed with that assessment of Justin’s pole dancing skills - he was awarded the first two ‘10’s of the evening, along with two ‘9’s and one ‘8’ from that miserly judge in the center.

With a last kiss from Dane, the final contestant of the night, Kerek, took the stage. He’d chosen to dress up as a sexy cop - complete with the tight jodhpur pants, the military-cut white shirt, mirrored sunglasses and a shiny gold-flecked motorcycle helmet. Very appropriately, considering the outfit, he’d also chosen The Village People’s, ‘YMCA’ for his music selection. The combination was a blast from the past and an instant hit with the audience. Less than a minute into Kerek’s performance, he had the watchers on their feet, clapping along and doing the hand motions to the song, laughing at themselves as they did it but having too much fun to care. It didn’t hurt that Kerek’s dancing equalled Justin’s. He was sinuous and flexible to such an extent that it was truly amazing. He could wrap his body around that stripper’s pole so closely he looked almost like a boa constrictor climbing up the thing. He probably had a bit more practice at stripping than the rest too - Brian would have called him a ringer, considering his professional background, but didn’t begrudge the young man his edge. And really, his history didn’t matter in the least so long as he could snap his hips like that, bend over almost backwards with only one hand on the pole and the other hand on his dick and at the same time spin around in a circle. As his grand finale, Kerek wound his long, now naked legs, tightly around the pole, wearing nothing but those enigmatic mirrored sunglasses, suspended his entire body upside down, released his hands and jerked himself off to the ending strains of the song. That maneuver earned him a standing ovation from the crowd - every single cock in the group eagerly standing to attention. With a final score of four ‘10’s and one ‘9’, Kerek was easily the winner of the night.

The celebration after the Challenge was complete was rowdy and good natured. Everyone gathered around to congratulate Kerek on his amazing feat of stripping prowess - Brian in particular repeating several times that he wouldn’t have thought that maneuver was physically possible. Kerek accepted all his accolades with a slightly smug smile. Dane was standing beside him the whole time, their two bodies almost always touching in some small way, as the big man beamed proudly down at his extremely talented friend. Malik and Justin acted as servers, bringing out several celebratory rounds of beer while most everyone else congregated around the couch to talk, catch up with Dane and recount the highlights of one of the more fun Challenges of the summer. Surprisingly, even the five, mostly-straight, dancer/judges joined the group on the couch and joined in amicably on the conversation.

At some point, Kerek had managed to remove Dane’s hoodie and planted himself astraddle of the big buff blond’s lap. Dane was explaining that it had actually been difficult for him to adjust to going back out into the world and having to wear clothing again after being naked in the Residence for a month. He obviously didn’t mind the fact that he was back and was perfectly comfortable with all the naked and nearly naked men surrounding him again. Kerek was obviously more than comfortable having his Great Dane back. It didn’t take the two long before their casual touches and petting had progressed to the point that Dane was actively stroking Kerek’s erect cock even as they carried on conversing with their neighbors.

In the midst of all this bonhomie, Daniel came sidling up to the lovebirds sitting on the sectional couch, clearly intent on stirring up trouble. “Can’t believe you’re back here Dane. I would have figured you’d be glad to be rid of this baggage and be running for the hills as soon as you’d escaped,” Danny boy sneered at the man occupying Dane’s lap.

“Actually, I missed pretty much everyone here,” Dane replied. “All except for your sorry, limp dicked ass, Daniel. Oops. That was probably insensitive of me, wasn’t it? I shouldn’t be rubbing it in that my 80 year old grandma can get it up more consistently than you. Sorry, Danny Boy.”

“Oh, I can get it up just fine. I’m just not turned on by boneless chicken or sloppy, swamp donkey seconds, like some people around here,” Daniel shot a pointed look at both Justin, who was perched in Brian’s lap now, and Kerek who was still straddling Dane.

Before he’d even finished his insult, though, Kerek had jumped out of Dane’s lap and was up in Daniel’s face. “Back the fuck off, Rice Paddy! I’ve had more than enough of you for one day. Why don’t you go crawl back into whatever hole you hide out in when you’re not busy pissing off normal people. Your impotent, juice pig ass isn’t needed or wanted here tonight.”

Daniel didn’t actually say anything in response to that comment, he just looked at the House Boys arrayed in a hostile circle around him and bit his tongue. He knew he was walking a fine line here. He had to watch what he said or he’d be out on his ass in a heartbeat. It totally galled him though that he was forced to sit back and listen to shit like that while the likes of Kerek were free to dis him. All he could do was sneer disdainfully at the lovey-dovey pair and hope that the contempt he felt came through in his glare.

And apparently, it did indeed. Kerek’s fuming escalated as he stood toe to toe with the sneering, disdainful, albeit silent bully. Then, finally, it was like something just snapped inside the long suffering young black man. Squaring his shoulders, he shook his head and shot Daniel with the most withering look imaginable. “Dane,” Kerek half-turned towards the big bodied blond now standing next to him ready to provide whatever backup was needed. “How do you feel about ex-hustlers as boyfriends?”

“I’m totally in favor of them, Babe!” Dane answered enthusiastically, placing his large warm hand on the svelte man’s lower back in a confident manner.

“Good! I’m really happy to hear that.” Kerek smiled broadly, then, without any warning at all, he turned back to face Daniel, cocked his right arm back and promptly slugged Daniel right in the face as hard as he possibly could. The unready Asian man was taken completely by surprise and as a consequence toppled over like a tower of cards, falling hard on his ass with his hand pressed to his rapidly swelling eye. “Take me home, Dane. I’m so ready to be done with this.”

“Gladly! Come on, Baby. Let’s get you dressed and get out of here. I can’t wait to have you meet Theo,” Dane was already starting to pull his newly declared boyfriend over to the shelves where the boxes of clothing waited.

Kerek resisted only long enough for him to aim one final, solid kick at Daniel’s unprotected crotch while the man was still lolling on the floor cradling his injured face. Then, glowing with happiness, Kerek followed Dane over to the far wall of the Greatroom, took down his box of clothing and broke the seal. The other House Boys were still standing around in shock at this unexpected turn of events. Justin was the first one to snap out of it. He rushed up to Kerek and snagged him from behind in a huge bear hug just as the man was struggling to get his jeans on. Kerek dropped the clothing and turned around to hug his friend, still smiling but obviously saddened by having to leave these people he’d become such close friends with. Justin seized his jaw and forced a fervent kiss on the man, then stood back and wiped a tear away from the corner of his eye. By then, all the rest of the residents were gathered around and demanding their own hugs and kisses, offering well wishes and congratulations to the new couple and expressing their goodbyes. There were definite plans made to get together again when the summer was over and, of course, Kerek knew how to get a hold of them by email.

“Bye guys. I love you all. Stay strong and good luck,” Kerek said once he’d finally fought them all off and managed to pull on his clothing. “Oh, and wish me luck too - I’m going to have to get up early tomorrow and start job hunting.”

Everyone saw Dane and Kerek off at least as far as the entrance door. It was sad to see another of their number fall, but at least Kerek was getting a happy ending with the man of his dreams and he was able to leave on his own terms. And it had been very satisfying to see him take out Daniel like that. After the pair had left, the rest of the boys went back to their beers and conversation while sitting around on the couch, completely ignoring the heap of Daniel on the floor while the man continued to writhe and groan, cupping his injured manly parts and puking from the pain.

“Well, I’d say that was a pretty eventful day, wouldn’t you, Sunshine,” Brian commented as the conversation began to die down and everyone started to think about heading off to bed. “Very satisfying ending though.”

“Yep. Very eventful. Although it’s not over quite yet,” Justin waggled his eyebrows and leered with his tongue in his cheek in a pointed imitation of Brian’s signature move. “Come along, My Little Pony . . . I think that particular fetish may be starting to grow on me and I’ve got a couple of new ideas you might like. First, I want to sit on your pummel and then, I might even try riding side saddle . . .”

Brian chuckled and then made a little whinnying noise as he got off the couch and obediently trotted after his little blond schoolboy. Justin was galloping up the stairs himself. After everything was said and done, Brian thought, Fantasy Friday wasn’t all that bad after all.

Check out the Boys’ music picks (includes some fun QAF specific videos you might like)