Chapter 39 - The Quarrelsome Cupcake. (Saturday, July 2nd)
The thirty inch long, flexible silicone, double-headed dildo was so deeply embedded in Paal's ass that Justin wondered if there was actually going to be enough left for him. Paal himself didn't seem too worried about that, or anything else, as he lay there with his legs spread wide, his long snake-like cock slithering up his taut well-muscled belly and the thick, lube-slathered dildo stretching the darker skin around his hole. If he wasn't already horny as hell, that image alone would have done it for Justin.
Quickly squirming around so that his own ass was only a few inches from Paal's, he draped his legs over the top of the big Indian's much longer legs and then relaxed back against the pile of pillows he'd assembled earlier. Positioned like this, both of them propped up with lots of pillows behind their backs, their two bodies formed a 'V' with Paal's feet tucked under Justin's shoulders and his reaching to about Paal's waist. With their knees falling outward and their assholes almost touching, there was just enough space for Justin to reach down, grab ahold of the free end of the dildo and slowly insert it into his own hungry hole.
It took a while to get the length of the dildo well inside him. Justin had never tried this kind of toy before so he was a little tentative in his movements. It was also really big. But it felt amazing. So Justin persevered, feeding the sinuous silicone inch by inch, deeper and deeper, taking the time to enjoy the burn as it stretched his tissues and put pressure on new and interesting places inside him. The dildo was much less firm, more directionless, than Brian's dick, so the feeling was different, but good nonetheless. He wanted to take his time playing with it so as to fully appreciate the experience. And Paal seemed fine with the slow pace as he lay back against his own pillows, casually playing with himself as he watched Justin's explorations while sporting an amused grin.
When the head of the dildo finally brushed against his sweet spot, Justin gasped. The slippery lube-slicked silicone felt so different than a good hard cock and the fact that he could tell the difference amazed him. Just so he thoroughly appreciated the sensations, he spent a good amount of time playing with the toy, rubbing it back and forth across the sensitive bundle of nerves and getting himself really rather worked up while he languidly stroked at his swollen cock with his free hand. Being ambidextrous really did have it’s advantages sometimes.
It was a bit unwieldy though. It was difficult, in this position, to get a really good rhythm going with the dildo at the same time as he was stroking himself. He also worried that he wasn’t paying his partner, Paal, sufficient attention. It felt more like tandem masturbation than sex per se. It just didn’t feel like it was a fuck worthy of the Saturday Sexcapades in Justin’s opinion. However he couldn’t quite figure out how to manage it better.
About the time he was getting frustrated to the point of giving up, Justin heard the door to the Passion Pit creaking open. He looked over and was relieved to see a smirking Brian coming into the room with a lustful leer on his handsome face. Thank fuck! Brian would know what to do to save this fuck from utter failure.
“You’ve got a great start here, Sunshine,” Brian smiled down on the entwined pair on the bed and then reached out his hands so that he could run his fingers down the chests of each man as he brought his hands together. “But I thought, maybe, you could use a hand?”
Justin’s bright Sunshine smile was the only response Brian needed. The more experienced man quickly climbed aboard and sat tailor fashion beside the conjoined pair, lifting Paal’s knee so he could scoot as close as possible. Once Brian was comfortably situated within easy reach of the small section of the dildlo that was visible between Justin’s and Paal’s bodies, he grasped it firmly and began to expertly manipulate the flexible toy. With a small, upward tug, the dildo slid out of the two mens’ bodies an inch or so and then, with a downward push, it slid back in, effectively fucking them both at the same time with the one motion.
It was sheer bliss as far as Justin was concerned.
After that it took only a few short minutes for both Justin and Paal to stroke themselves off while Brian fucked them with the dildo at a steady but relentless pace. Just as they were both ready to cum, Brian released his hold on the dildo and grabbed both men’s cocks in his hands, raising them both upwards and aiming so that, when they did both ejaculate at almost the same time, their cum shot up at reciprocal angles that very prettily arced across, painting each man with the cum of the other. It was a truly artistic ending. Very Brian Kinney.
Brian seemed very pleased with his accomplishment. He gave both cocks a few short, affectionate, farewell strokes and then shimmied out from under the tangle of legs. With a slow, careful movement he extracted the dildo and tossed it aside onto a nearby table. Then, bending down, he left a polite but sincere kiss on Paal’s rosy brown lips. A minute later he was leaving a second kiss on Justin’s cherry blossom pink lips, but this kiss was a little more than simply polite and lasted quite a bit longer than the first.
“Thank you, Justin. Brian. That was most enjoyable,” Paal, polite as always, formally thanked them both with a small bow of his head as he also left Justin with a kiss and then made his way out of the room.
Justin was still struggling a little to regain his breath so he was a bit slower to start moving. Brian reached out with the middle finger of his right and swiped it through the last little pearl of cum that was still glistening at the tip of Justin’s cock. While Justin watched, Brian held the hand up the light where he seemed to be examining it closely.
“Just FYI, I suggest that next time you use a rigid dildo if you want to try that particular position. These flexible ones don’t work that well for what you were trying to go for. With a rigid dildo you can both just fuck your selves silly on it and not worry about having your hands occupied.” Brian was always a good source of future fuck educational material.
“Thanks, Brian. And thanks for saving the day. AGAIN.” Justin was sincerely grateful for the assistance.
“Anytime, Sunshine,” Brian responded, still so seemingly fascinated by the drop of cum on his finger that he didn’t even look up. “Can you please just tell me one thing, though? Why the fuck is your cum green?” He turned his hand so that Justin could now see the shamrock green tint to the pearl of liquid.
*Hehehe* “Oops. I thought I got all the color out already,” Justin giggled and wiped the droplet off Brian’s hand. “It’s a new technique I was trying for the painting competition. Instead of just putting the pigment on the canvas and then ejactulating onto it, I thought it would work better if I put the paint powder on the tip of my dick before I shot. That way the splatter would be pre-mixed and the color would be more vibrant and less smeared looking.” Justin was blushing as he explained, a little unsure whether Brian would disapprove of his experimentation. “It worked great. So great that I tried putting a little bit of it actually inside, which was even better, but . . . well, I haven’t figured out how to get it all out of there yet.”
Brian’s face scrunched up in an ‘Ick’ look. “Just so you know, I’m not sucking you off until the fucking painting challenge is over, Sunshine,” he said emphatically, then slapped Justin’s thigh and got up off the bed in one graceful motion. “Come on. The next pair is probably already waiting for the bed and I’m sure it’s past your lunchtime.”
After lunch, Justin took the time to head down to the Break Room. As he opened the door the surprised faces of both Malik and Kerek popped up from behind one of the overturned recliners. Once they’d seen it was only Justin, they both seemed relieved and ducked down back out of sight.
“Hey, Guys. What’s up,” Justin asked, coming around to see what they were looking at behind the toppled chair.
“We’re searching for Daniel’s drug stash,” Malik explained as he tugged at the fabric of the chair looking for holes or places it might have become detached from the frame. “Kerek figured that the Break Room was the best place for him to hide the stuff since this is the only room where there’s no cameras.”
“Sorry, guys, but Brian and I already searched down here. We had the same idea. Didn’t find anything though,” Justin offered, moving away towards the computers and leaving them to their likely fruitless search.
“Where the fuck is he hiding the stuff, damn it!” Kerek stood up and slammed the chair back into its upright position, almost mangling Mal’s toes with the chair foot in the process. “If we don’t find a way to get that pumped up gym bunny out of here soon, I’m going to break his dick in two and shove the long half down his fucking throat.”
Mal looked over at Justin with a pained look on his face. “Kerek and Daniel got paired up again this morning for a session in the Pit. It . . . it wasn’t pretty,” he explained.
“Shit! Sorry about that Ker,” Justin sympathized. He wasn’t sure how it was possible that he’d so far escaped a similar fate, but the gods of the Bingo Ball Machine had been good to him.
“With there only being the six of us now, it’s bound to happen more and more,” Malik reasoned. “And there’s only so long we’re going to be able to force Daniel to agree to only hand jobs. Eventually there’s going to be a Challenge where we can’t avoid fucking him.”
They both watched as Kerek angrily shoved the second recliner over onto it’s side and started searching it’s underside. Justin was just as eager as the rest to find a way to get rid of Daniel. The laughable ‘punishment’ Daniel got for his last attack on Kerek - another day as the Residence’s slave - had done nothing but increase the animosity between the bully and the rest of the House Boys. So far, though, no one had had any luck finding his drug stash - not even Paal who was still rooming with him. Maybe Brian had been wrong about the steroids?
Justin figured that there was no use fretting about it now, though. Besides, he had another matter he was working on that required more urgent attention. He turned his focus back to the computer and finished logging into his email, pleased to see a reply in his Inbox from Daphne.
To: Seuratbrat@mymail.net
From: LaughyDaphy@mymail.net
Re: Re: Detective Skills
You SOOOOO owe me, Justin!
Do you know how tedious it is searching through YEARS worth of skanky nudey mags looking at naked women doing all sorts of nasty shit that I DON’T want to see. How would YOU have liked it? You’d probably have gone blind by now having to see that many tits and twats. It would have been a whole different story if you’d asked me to look at naked MEN. But ewwwwww! That was just way too many shaved pussies and fake boobs for any straight woman to have to endure. I may be forced to contemplate a sex change operation just so I don’t have to look at my OWN body anymore, now that I’ve been so grossed out by all those magazines.
But, anyway . . . You were right. I FINALLY found what you were looking for in a magazine called ‘Oui’. The pics you were looking for were published in 1992. And actually, considering some of the crap I had to look at, this stuff is pretty tame and not too skanky. But, still, talk about being a total hypocrite! Once I knew what to look for, I was able to find the same images on the internet - just like you’d hoped.
I attached copies of everything. Here’s the link to one of the sites where the pics can be found, although since this is the internet, the pics are pretty much everywhere now.
Hope this helps! Let me know if there is anything more I can do - OTHER than looking at more naked women, that is.
Daph.
“Yes! Take that you hypocritical bitches!” Justin laughed as he opened up a new, anonymous, email account. “Fucking amateurs! Let’s see how you like it when the emotional blackmail is turned around on you.”
“What the fuck are you babbling about over there, Cupcake?” Malik asked from where he was now crawling around on his hands and knees examining the undersides of the bookshelves in the corner.
“Nothing. Just got an interesting email is all,” Justin replied and quickly sent off the missive that he hoped would get rid of Brian’s biggest cause of anxiety.
To: MMarcus@BDMLaw.com
Cc: Blondewasp@dykemail.net
From: TheShadowKnows@mymail.net
Re: HYPOCRITE!
Poor Gus! He must be so traumatized by having one of his Mothers being a former porn star! And, you know, once something’s posted on the internet, it’s out there FOREVER! Hope this doesn’t get around. What would the family and all the neighbors think? Or your boss?
The Shadow.
Justin was chuckling evilly as he hit the ‘Send’ button and watched the icon on the screen that showed the email was flying off into cyberspace. He waited five minutes to make sure there were no problems with delivery of the message - he’d peeked over Brian’s shoulder while the other man was rereading the note from Lindsey the other day so he was sure of that address, but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure of the email address he got from Melanie’s law office’s web site. Once he got confirmation that the message had been delivered, though, he efficiently deleted the profile and email address for TheShadowKnows.
Pleased with himself and what he’d accomplished, Justin got up from the computer, stretched and decided to reward himself with another hour or two of painting. He might even be able to finish up his Challenge entry this afternoon, provided that he didn’t get selected for another bout in the Passion Pit. Of course, if he did get picked for another Sexcapades session, maybe he’d just bring along his paints and see what he could do with them on a different type of canvas . . .
The evening Challenge that night was called ‘Third Time’s The Charm’. The first man to come three times with three different partners in three different positions would be the winner. The game was set up outside on the patio for a change, with the ubiquitous black leather chaise lounge chairs reappearing as well as piles of cushions. The lighting out on the patio was dimmer than inside, and the area of play was more spread out, so there would be more of a mysterious air to the event than was typical. It sounded like a fairly straight forward challenge though, so nobody was too stressed out about it. It was basically just a race to see who could come three times and even Justin thought he had a pretty good shot at winning this one.
When the servant announced it was time to ‘Go’, Justin happened to be standing next to Malik. The two boys grinned at each other, by this time so familiar with each other’s habits that they didn’t even need to talk about what to do or what position would work best. They just ran hand in hand over to the nearest pile of cushions. Mal kneeled down and Justin moved quickly into place right behind him, rushing as fast as he could to get the condom on with one hand while he perfunctorily fingered Mal in preparation with the other.
It was a fast and furious fuck, but satisfying nonetheless. Mal started to cum after only about five minutes or so and his orgasm triggered Justin’s own. They were both breathless but happy when they climbed off the cushions, kissed once in lieu of other thanks, and then moved away in opposite directions in order to find their next partners.
Brian and Kerek seemed like they were still busy on one of the nearby chaises, so Justin passed right on by. Unfortunately, that left only Paal and Daniel as possible secondary targets. But when Justin found them, off on the far side of the patio near the showers, he saw that Malik had arrived there first. With only the six of them left, Mal had been right earlier that their choices about who to pair up with were limited. It also meant that one of them would probably be forced to pair up with Daniel.
In any case, both Malik and Justin had to cool their heels for a couple of minutes while they waited for the others to finish. Daniel was fucking Paal standing up with the taller Indian leaning over the back of the tiled wall that edged one side of the shower area. It looked like Paal had already cum, but Daniel seemed to be having some difficulty getting off himself. From the look on poor Paal’s face, it wasn’t a very pleasurable experience hanging on to the wall while Daniel continued to pummel into him long after he’d passed from the realm of pleasure after an orgasm, into that area of almost pain when you were just too overstimulated. The stoic Indian man hadn’t said a word though - he just held on tighter to the wall while he gritted his teeth and bore it. That sight, as much as anything else, pissed Justin off even more.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Daniel managed to come and released his hold on Paal’s hips. Paal was quick to pull off Daniel’s flaccid dick and move away. Both the waiting boys followed him towards another area of cushions. Neither wanted to be the one sacrificed as Daniel’s next victim. But when they got to the cushions, the two younger boys looked at each other in silent debate. Just as it was getting awkward, they heard a very vocal groan from the chaise where Brian and Kerek were finally finishing up. With a quick nonverbal exchange, Justin agreed to stay with Paal and let Mal take his pick between Brian and Kerek. At least neither of them would be forced to seek out Daniel after all.
Justin thought that after that last experience with Daniel, Paal would probably rather not be fucked again immediately. So he proposed a sixty-nine, which Paal gratefully agreed to. Paal laid back on the pile of pillows with Justin straddling his head and then quickly moving to engulf his long, thin dick. Paal was always a challenge to suck off because of the length of his cock, but Justin was getting pretty damn good at it, even if he did say so himself. It was all about the preparation, he’d discovered. He spent a good amount of time licking and gently nibbling along the shaft and sucking at the bulbous head, building up a good amount of stimulation, before trying to deepthroat that long. sinuous ankle spanker. Since this was the second fuck for both of them, they were both a little slower on the arousal side of things - Paal more so than Justin for obvious reasons - so it took Justin more than ten minutes before he thought Paal was ready for more. He himself was already close to his second orgasm, but was too considerate to cum before he got his partner at least most of the way there as well.
Right as he decided that Paal was ready and he started to work that long, slinky cock deeper and deeper down the back of his throat, taking his time the way Brian had taught him in order to avoid gagging, Justin was surprised by the feeling of another body moving up behind him. The lighting was dim enough, and he’d been distracted enough focusing on Paal, that he hadn’t really seen who’d approached him. And with Paal’s dick all the way down his throat he couldn’t even turn his head at the moment. But, when ungentle fingers, barely slicked enough with lube to get inside him without tearing, breached his hole, Justin almost choked. Only Brian had an open invitation to his ass and those fingers definitely were NOT Brian’s. Nobody else got to fuck him without his explicit permission. NOBODY!
Jerking his head back and spitting out Paal’s cock, Justin craned his neck around and was appalled to see Daniel with his dick in hand, already lining up to ram into him. Justin tore his own cock out of Paal’s mouth, wincing as it was inadvertently dragged across the startled man’s teeth, and crawled away so fast that Daniel lost his balance and actually fell forward onto a gasping Paal. As soon as he could he stood up and spun around, enraged, ready to confront the man who’d dared to take advantage of him in such a despicable manner.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!” Justin screamed at the man who was just now starting to disentangle himself enough to get to his own feet.
“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing’? This IS a fucking sex game. We’re supposed to fuck each other,” Daniel glared defiantly back at the much smaller and younger man. “Isn’t that the whole point of this damned Summer of Sin? Fucking? You signed up for this. Nobody forced you to come here, Cupcake.” Rather than being at all chagrined, Daniel looked like he was enjoying provoking the little blond spitfire. “Come on. We all know by now that you love a good stiff prick up your ass as much as the next Bottom Boy. So what are you complaining about?”
“Fuck you, Daniel! Just because I signed up for this game, and even if DO I like getting fucked occasionally, it doesn’t mean I want to be fucked by a shithead like YOU! And nobody gets to fuck me - NOBODY - without my permission! NOBODY!”
Justin had reached that stage of furious where he seemed oblivious to the fact that he was at least a couple inches shorter than Daniel and weighed at least fifty pounds less than the big bruiser. He’d moved closer to his adversary as he harangued him, demonstrating every point he made by poking one long thin finger into Daniel’s burly chest. It was a testament to exactly how intimidating the boy was in his anger that Daniel was actually forced back several steps by this tactic before he dug in his heels and refused to move further.
“Oh yeah? And who’s going to fucking stop me . . . Cupcake?” Daniel sneared at the compact ball of umbrage that dared to stand up to him, drawling out the boy’s nickname with such vicious contempt that it sounded like a curse, and grabbing ahold of the arm Justin was using to poke at his chest.
By this point the argument had drawn the attention of everyone else on the patio. The other House Boys had abandoned the game and were all running towards the combatants. The Master’s two masked servants, who had been supervising the game from the doorway to the house, had also been alerted by the noise and were moving to intervene. The first person to get to the embattled pair, however, was a seething Kerek who came barrelling up out of nowhere at lightning speed.
“Don’t you fucking touch him, you limp dicked juice pig!” Kerek screamed as he rushed to Justin’s aid, reaching out to pull off the hand that was holding the smaller man’s wrist with what looked like a painful grip.
“Get your filthy hands off me, Groid,” Daniel snarled at Kerek, letting go of Justin long enough to fling his hand out to the side in order to shake off the tainted touch.
Unfortunately, Kerek was so close to the dueling duo at this point that Daniel’s uncontrolled gesture resulted in Kerek getting backhanded in the face. The blow only glanced across Kerek’s cheekbone but it was more than enough to cause the already enraged young black man to completely lose control. With an infuriated roar, Kerek lowered his head like a battering ram and plowed into Daniel’s torso, taking the bully completely by surprise and throwing him utterly off balance. The two of them staggered backwards for several steps and then toppled ass over teakettle into the deep end of the swimming pool with a splash that soaked everyone in the vicinity.
“Well, at least that ought to cool them BOTH off,” was Brian’s sarcastic comment as he came up next to Justin and slung his arm protectively around the young man’s still angrily heaving shoulders.
