| Challenge #181: Gossip |
[Nov. 10th, 2010|02:51 pm] |
Title: Blasphemy
And the Condom Goes To: Emmett
She heard their whispers, echoing sinfully throughout the House of the Lord.
Blasphemous women whose false piety was equaled only by their vicious tongues.
How dare they assume to judge a faithful Servant of God like Father Tom?
Surely it was their vile lies that drew the attention of the Bishop, and forced his horrible decision to transfer her favorite priest to a Diocese far away.
Joan’s hands shook as she poured herself another gin and tonic, eyes straying constantly to a family photo.
Tom had been like a son to her, and now he was lost to her too. |
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| Challenge #180: Going Places |
[Nov. 4th, 2010|03:18 pm] |
Title: The Captain and the Cabin Boy: A Tale of the Deep Blue Sea
And the Condom Goes To: Three to Ibiza (I know, I know I picked Vermont before...I'm indecisive!)
( The Captain and the Cabin Boy ) |
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| Challenge #180: Going Places |
[Nov. 1st, 2010|07:42 pm] |
Title Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 13-Taxicab Etiquette
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) frantic_quest
Word Count: 100 Word Drabble
And the Condom Goes To: Vermont
“Excuse me, do you mind if we share a cab?”
Brian casually cruised the speaker, and shrugged his consent.
“Thanks.”
Brian smiled to himself as the other rider shifted closer in the seat, thigh butting up against his cozily.
“Corner of Fuller and Tremont.” Brian told the driver, raising a curious eyebrow at his seatmate.
“Same for me.” The passenger answered, sliding a suggestive hand onto Brian’s lap, palm landing lightly on Brian’s cock.
Brian smirked and returned the favor, firmly stroking the stranger to completion just as the cab pulled curbside at their mutual destination.
“Coming or going, Sunshine?” |
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| Challenge #179: Blake Wyzecki |
[Oct. 22nd, 2010|10:25 pm] |
Title: Someone Like Him
And the Condom Goes To: The Leather Ball
I’ve been watching him all night, and in my more lucid moments, I could tell that most people didn’t bother trying to see the man inside.
He tended to blend into the woodwork by hanging out with Brian Kinney and his crew; but I wasn’t interested in being someone’s back room fuck.
If I can get him alone, without his friends, I know that he’ll take me home.
Sure I’m a little tweaked, but that just makes me more determined to make him really notice me.
He doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve been waiting patiently for someone like him. |
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| Challenge #178: Wrinkle |
[Oct. 19th, 2010|12:59 pm] |
Title: Aftermath
And the Condom Goes To: Orange lights
My brow wrinkles as I hear the whispers start. Pittsburgh’s gay grapevine is all agog with their first sighting of Brian Kinney post-twinkiegate, no doubt disappointed that I chose to eat a turkey sandwich for lunch instead of the humble pie they would have preferred.
Fucking pathetic faggots.
As if I’d ever entertain the notion of giving them the slightest glimpse of any part of me that had been laid bare and broken open by Justin’s choice.
I step out into the cold, shivering in the biting wind.
I raise the collar on my leather jacket, and miss the sunshine. |
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| Challenge #178: Wrinkle |
[Oct. 19th, 2010|01:18 am] |
Title: Testament
And the Condom Goes To: Orange Lights
You sit on the edge of the bed, cigarette slowly burning closer to your fingers; wrinkled and soiled sheets a bittersweet testament to a night filled with a passion and love you’d never expected to know.
Yet, as recent events had proven, sometimes the more you tried to control life, the more life enjoyed giving you a swift kick in the ass to make sure you were fucking paying attention.
You had held him tightly in your arms, tears and sweat mingling, creating a bond as surely as the rings that lay nestled together until he returned to you forever. |
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| Challenge #177: The Daddy Wars |
[Oct. 4th, 2010|11:49 pm] |
Title: Clueless
And the Condom Goes To: Daddy!Brian
“Sonny-boy, I know that I was rough on you when you were growing up.” Jack Kinney leaned drunkenly on the bar, and clumsily patted Brian’s back.
“But if I left things to the Sergeant, she would have turned you into a priest or a fucking fag, so I had to smack you around a little to toughen you up.” Jack nodded and slammed back his Beam.
“And now look at you, a big shot executive with a corner office and money to burn. I’ll bet you have your choice of prime pussy, don’t you?”
“Yeah Pop, you have no idea.” |
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| Challenge #177: The Daddy Wars |
[Oct. 4th, 2010|11:00 pm] |
Title: Pipe Dream
Timeframe: Pre-series
And the Condom Goes To: Daddy!Brian
“Brian?” Michael’s voice was hushed in the darkened bedroom.
“Yeah, Mikey?” Brian lit a cigarette, and leaned back.
“How many kids do you want to have?” Michael whispered.
"Mikey, we’re fags.” Brian sighed impatiently. “Only breeders and lesbians want to be tied down with bawling brats.”
“You mean you never daydreamed about us being someone’s Dads?” Michael was sounding wistful.
Brian bit back a gag.
“Michael, listen to me.” He snapped. “Are you listening?”
“Yes, I’m listening.”
“Queers don’t get married, and we don’t play house."
Michael's dream of a white picket fence went up in a puff of smoke. |
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| Challenge #177: The Daddy Wars |
[Oct. 4th, 2010|10:55 pm] |
Title: The Last to Know
And the Condom Goes To: Daddy!Brian
“I had hoped that one day I would hold your child in my arms, Brian.” Joan Kinney commented, her cold smile firmly in place. “You could still decide to get married, raise a family, let Jesus’ love guide you back onto the path of salvation. It’s not too late.”
“Settle down with a pretty little blond, buy a huge mansion in the suburbs with stables and tennis courts, have a son who looks just like me?” Brian sneered in disgust, until she clutched at her cheap pearls, looking away.
“Well Mom, if I did, you’d be the last to know.” |
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| Challenge #176: Not everything |
[Sep. 29th, 2010|01:23 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 12-Delayed Gratification Can Be Fun
And the Condom Goes To: Reunion
“Not everything ends in an orgasm, twat.” Brian slipped the cock cage in place, and swallowed Justin’s words of protest by sucking on his tongue.
“Sometimes delayed gratification is the name of the game.” Brian attached a silver chain from Justin’s nipple ring to the cock cage. He bit one pink nub and pinched the other, smirking as Justin’s arching body pulled the chain taut, tugging firmly on the pierced nipple, drawing a frustrated groan from the boy.
“Relax, Justin, I’ve got you.” Brian soothed as he slid three lubed fingers in Justin’s hole. “I take care of what’s mine.” |
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| Challenge #176: Not everything |
[Sep. 29th, 2010|12:44 pm] |
Title: Waiting
And the Condom Goes To: Reunion
Not everything was lost on the cold, hard cement of a parking garage on a warm, Spring night, and not everyone could see that I took sole responsibility for failing to keep him safe.
But he did.
Not everything went well as I tried in my own fucked-up way to heal what I had damaged. Knowing that if I told him what he wanted to hear he would stay forever.
But I didn’t.
Now, he sits across from me asking for a second chance, not realizing I’ve been waiting for him.
Because having him back in my arms means everything. |
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| Challenge #174: Condoms |
[Sep. 14th, 2010|06:24 pm] |
Title Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 11-Safe Sex 101
And the Condom Goes To: Tongue Kissing
Justin caught his breath as strong arms wrapped around his waist, and a stiff dick pressed against his ass insistently.
“I wanna fuck you, boy.” He shivered as the husky voice murmured in his ear. “Here, open this condom and slip it on my dick.”
Justin leaned back as large hands fumbled with his belt before slipping around his cock.
“Wait!” Justin pulled free of the seductive hands and spun around. “We use my condom or you can just fuck off!”
“Well done, Sunshine.” Brian kissed Justin hotly, before pushing his pants below his ass. “Never trust a strange condom.” |
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| Challenge #174: Condoms |
[Sep. 14th, 2010|05:59 pm] |
Title: Heartburn
And the Condom Goes To: Erotic Tongue Kissing
I opened the nightstand drawer and fumbled around in the darkness for the Tums I’d taken to stashing there ever since I discovered yet another very special side effect to being irradiated was chronic heartburn.
Never mind that nothing I ate stayed in my body long enough to get digested; in between bouts of puking I could always count on feeling like a lump of burning coal was lodged in my chest.
Justin stirred restlessly and I silently cursed as my fingers closed around the familiar foil wrapper of a condom.
I sighed and pressed myself closer to his warmth. |
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| Challenge #173: Caught in the Act |
[Sep. 8th, 2010|10:08 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 10-Use Your Imagination
And the Condom Goes To: Brian's Arms
Justin’s palm slid gently around his cock, his lubed fingers curving to make a tight tunnel he could thrust through lazily.
He slipped his other hand behind his balls, circling dangerously close to his hole with his favorite dildo; the one that felt the most like Brian’s beautiful dick.
He pushed the toy slowly into his ass, spreading his legs wider, arching his back gracefully, and imagining Brian’s body pressing against him; Brian’s hand surrounding his own fist and pumping in time with his thrusts.
“Caught in the act, little twat. Pretending it’s my cock again?”
Imagination soon became reality. |
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| Challenge #170: Brian takes care of Justin |
[Aug. 18th, 2010|08:49 pm] |
Title: Something to Believe In
Timeframe: 204 gapfiller drabble series right after Justin tells Brian he saw Chris Hobbs at the AIDS Hospice.
And the Condoms Go To: 12 to the ridiculously romantic Prom Kiss.
( ”Something ) |
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| Challenge #168: Justin's Duffel Bag |
[Jul. 21st, 2010|09:13 am] |
Title: This Time
And the Condom Goes To: Futon Sex
He left his duffel bag behind when he went to New York.
I bought him Prada’s red leather luggage instead.
I had the matching set in blue.
He left his duffel bag on the top shelf of my closet.
I guess it was supposed to prove that this time things were different.
The first time I went to visit him in the city, I brought it with me and tossed it at his feet.
He smiled. “Is it still full of my fucking underwear?”
I opened it wordlessly. He immediately spied the ring box.
This time it was for forever. |
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| Challenge #167: Pool |
[Jul. 12th, 2010|08:31 am] |
Title: Workout
And the Condom Goes To: The Stockwell Election
The sweat pools enticingly at the base of his throat, and you want to lap at it with your tongue, knowing from experience what an aphrodisiac the taste of his sweat can be.
You can’t stop yourself from reaching out to gently tousle his sweat-darkened hair though, and a huff of indignant air is your reward from the little shit.
“Jesus, Brian!” he is panting and grunting now, his pink tongue pushing up against his pouty bottom lip. “You’ve forced me to come to the fucking gym, now back off!”
Wait until you get his ass in the fucking showers. |
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| Challenge #166: Glitter |
[Jul. 8th, 2010|12:08 am] |
Title: All That Glitters
And the Condom Goes To: Ted and Blake
We stand naked in front of the window, a sheet loosely wrapped around our hips.
I hold the cigarette up to his lips and idly watch him inhale, then slowly release the smoke through his nose.
I lean in and lick his lips, adding a slight nip to the plump bottom one just because I can.
His closed eyes fly open as another set of fireworks blossom across the night sky, painting his face in shades of red and gold.
As he smiles in delight, I remember hot, sweaty nights at Babylon, and endless glitter swirling slowly down upon us. |
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| Challenge #166: Glitter |
[Jul. 7th, 2010|01:11 am] |
Title: Someone Else
And the Condom Goes To: Ted and Blake
You secure the mask back onto your face as the glitter rains down and he walks out of Babylon in the arms of another man--boy actually.
Someone his own age.
Someone who you hope will give him what he needs.
Someone who you hope will make him happy.
Someone without enough emotional baggage to fill a small cargo hold.
Someone that will tell him what he wants to hear, and treat him the way he deserves to be treated.
Someone willing to declare his love in ways that leave no room for doubt and deception.
Someone who isn’t you. |
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| Challenge # 165: Tattoo |
[Jun. 30th, 2010|07:58 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 9-Don't Alter the Ass
And the Condom Goes To: Theodore and Blake
“So, you don’t like my nipple ring?” Justin pouted as he straddled Brian and trapped his hands out to the side playfully. “What about a tattoo?”
“How about, ‘Roll over, twat’?” Brian groused, breaking free of Justin’s hold and flipping him onto his stomach.
“Tattooed on my ass?” Justin tried to get to his hands and knees, but Brian pressed tightly against his back, hands firmly on his hips as he slid into Justin’s ass.
“Don’t ever permanently alter your ass,” Justin moaned as Brian gave said ass a stinging smack, before delivering several hard, fast thrusts.
“I’ve got exclusive rights!” |
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| Challenge # 165: Tattoo |
[Jun. 28th, 2010|02:32 pm] |
Title: The Rhythm of the Rain
And the Condom Goes To: Ted and Blake
My body rocks from left to right, the repetitive movement occupying parts of my brain just waiting for the inevitable alarms to sound; irrefutable proof that thanks to me, time has run out for Justin.
I absently note the beating of my heart keeping time with the tattoo of rain on the ambulance roof, and I idly wonder what would happen if the rain’s rhythm ceased.
Would my heartbeat follow suit?
Would his?
I wrap the blood-stained scarf as tightly as a tourniquet around my hand, the whiteness of my fingers matching his pale, pale face.
I start to pray. |
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| Challenge # 164: Hot |
[Jun. 23rd, 2010|02:37 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 8-Sex in Public Places is Hot as Fuck.
And the Condom Goes To: Those hetero-honeys, Carl and Deb
He pushes my arms up over my head and pins my wrists in place with one large hand, using his free hand to slip the towel off my ass, before pressing his hard cock teasingly against my hole.
We aren't the only occupants of the sauna, but the misty, moist tendrils of steam offer us an illusion of privacy, although we always find fucking in public to be hot.
The drops of his sweat slip steadily onto my neck as he thrusts into me hard and fast, his panting breath in my ear causing me to shiver despite the heat. |
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| Challenge # 163: First Time |
[Jun. 16th, 2010|01:42 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 7-The Art of Negotiation
Author: frantic_quest
And the Condom Goes To: Brian & Justin
“Why can’t you be my first bottom?” Justin tried not to whine or pout, but Brian was changing the lesson plan, and it wasn’t fair.
Justin knew Brian would love getting fucked by him, but Brian was insisting on using a trick so he could help demonstrate proper fucking techniques.
Brian glared at the boy, before launching into his lecture, “Listen, even if I thought that your cock could last for more than one second inside me, you need to earn your way into my ass, Sonny-boy.”
Justin licked Brian’s ear and murmured, “Fine, I’ll give you a hundred bucks.” |
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| Challenge # 162: Glasses |
[Jun. 8th, 2010|03:36 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 6-Roleplaying can be Fucking Hot.
And the Condom Goes To: Torso
“You wanted to see me, Sir?” the blond boy in the prep school uniform hovered in the doorway.
“Ah, Taylor.“ Hazel eyes examined him over the rim of his glasses. “Please, come in and take a seat.”
Moving slowly, Taylor obeyed, loosening his tie and removing his school blazer as he straddled his teacher’s lap. “Am I in trouble, Mr. Kinney?” His tongue peeked out as he licked his lips slowly.
Mr. Kinney reached up and twisted one hand in the boy’s hair, pulling his head back roughly, baring the smooth skin of temptation.
“You are fucking trouble, Taylor.” |
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| Challenge # 161: Icon Inspiration |
[Jun. 2nd, 2010|06:46 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 5-Stalking Your Prey
And the Condom Goes To: Torso
I watched him through the open shutters.
The music was loud enough to induce an aneurysm.
He didn’t hear me slide the fucking unlocked door open and then shut.
He’s lucky he had his cock in his hand. It’s the only thing that saved him from another lecture about how to live safely in the fucking city.
His eyes were closed, and the tip of his tongue poked enticingly through his open lips.
I quietly stripped and stalked my blond boy ass of prey.
I knelt on the bed and slowly advanced.
“It’s about fucking time,” he moaned.
I pounced. |
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| Challenge # 160: Scarf |
[May. 26th, 2010|11:39 am] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 4-Knot Tying 101
And the Condom Goes To: PIFA
“Brian, what are all these used for?”
Brian glanced over to see that Justin had a handful of black scarves he had pulled from the bottom drawer of the nightstand.
“I use them to tie up curious brats that snoop in my shit.”
Justin licked his lips as he offered the scarves to Brian. “Show me?”
Brian frowned, obviously undecided if his seventeen year-old stalker was ready for bondage games.
“Please?”
Brian’s cock woke up, and he pushed Justin lightly onto the bed, quickly restraining him and going over the rules.
Brian moaned at the sight spread out before him. |
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| Challenge # 160: Scarf |
[May. 24th, 2010|12:56 am] |
Title: Time for Healing
And the Condom Goes To: PIFA
Brian sighed as he padded silently through the kitchen, shutting out lights and securing the loft for the night.
The sheer breeder normalcy of this newest bedtime ritual should have been enough to send him stalking into the night, searching for oblivion in the seductive comfort of Babylon, the back room, and mind-numbing amounts of narcotics washed down with whiskey chasers.
But the deceptively light touch of a soiled scarf lay coiled against his neck like a poisonous snake, reminding him that everything had changed again with the innocent swing of a child’s bat.
Tonight, he hoped, was for healing. |
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| Challenge # 159: Handjobs |
[May. 18th, 2010|11:03 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 3-Following Directions
And the Condom Goes To: The Backroom
“Did you wear it all day?” Brian’s voice purred over the speakerphone, and Justin’s cock instantly took notice, pushing against the ring that was quickly growing uncomfortably tight around the base.
“Yes.” Justin answered and shifted on the bed, legs spreading wider, fingers hovering just above his erection.
“And no handjobs in the shower? No touching at all?” Brian was a fucking tease, but Justin loved it.
He could get off on Brian’s voice alone, but the cock ring always made it even more intense.
“Nothing, Brian. I stayed hard all day.”
“Good boy. Now, let me hear you come.” |
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| Challenge # 159: Handjobs |
[May. 18th, 2010|10:50 pm] |
Title: Proper Thanks
And the Condom Goes To: The Backroom
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Brian put a second hand on the steering wheel and veered the Corvette back on track.
“Giving you a handjob to say thanks for our mini-vacation.” Justin smiled and resumed his quest for Brian’s cock.
“Jesus, you’re obviously spending too much time with Emmett and the other girls.” Brian sneered, pulling at Justin’s nipple ring.
“Ow! My mother taught me to always say ‘Thank You’.” Justin smirked as Brian gasped. Contact made!
“It’s a fucking business trip. To Scranton.”
“Brian, you booked the Honeymoon Suite.”
“Exactly. That’s worth more than a handjob.” |
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| Challenge # 159: Handjobs |
[May. 18th, 2010|09:28 am] |
Title: Busy Night
Timeframe: Pre-series, Brian and Michael friendship
And the Condom Goes To: The Backroom
“Brian!” Michael was panting as he spied his friend swaggering out of the alley, buttoning his jeans.
“Where did you go? We were dancing and then you disappeared.” Michael’s eyes grew wide as he watched a tall, dark-haired older man appear out of the shadows behind Brian, pausing to give his ass a farewell caress.
“Fuck off!” Brian growled at the trick, looking as fierce as his 17-year-old face would allow.
“D-did you give that old guy a handjob?”
“No fucking way, Mikey.” Brian smirked, lighting up, and wrapping an affectionate arm across Michael’s shoulders.
“I let him blow me.” |
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| Challenge # 159: Handjobs |
[May. 18th, 2010|09:16 am] |
Title: A Normal Night
And the Condom Goes To: The Backroom
It‘s 11:00 at night.
Justin sits alone on the sofa, the light from the muted television casting an eerie glow.
On a normal night, they would be finishing mutual handjobs in the shower before heading out to Woody’s.
Justin hears a rustling noise and a cough from the bedroom and tenses immediately, relaxing only when silence resumes.
It’s midnight.
Justin moves quietly into the kitchen and removes a bottled water from the refrigerator.
On a normal night, they would be visiting the backroom and dancing at Babylon.
Justin hears muffled retching from the bathroom.
This is their normal now. |
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| Challenge # 158: Jeans |
[May. 12th, 2010|10:26 am] |
Title: Bad Day
And the Condom Goes To: The Back Room
Brian’s day had been for shit.
The bank delayed releasing the funds to complete Kinnetik’s renovations, and the fickle fag he’d pegged as art director had quit after two fucking days.
He slid open the loft door, and immediately knew his night was fucked too.
Judging by the fucking mess in the bedroom, Justin had left in a hot hurry, no doubt avoiding another confrontation about the sheer fucking stupidity of playing war games with that little shit, Cody.
Brian knelt next to Justin’s discarded jeans, and touched the empty gun holster that was lying there like a blood-soaked scarf. |
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| Challenge # 157: Coffee |
[May. 4th, 2010|07:34 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 2-The Importance of a Balanced Breakfast
And the Condom Goes To: The Backroom
The fucking fantastic aroma of his gourmet, designer coffee gently woke Brian.
Normally, he was awake before Justin, but every once in a while the twat surprised him with breakfast in bed.
Justin had pouted at first, but after Brian explained why two dry pieces of multi-grain toast and a cup of coffee was considered a fucking balanced breakfast, he never tried to stick a tray of waffles drowning in syrup in front of Brian again.
Brian stretched and suddenly realized he was cuffed to the fucking bed.
Justin dripped syrup on Brian's morning wood and smirked, “Breakfast is served.” |
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| Challenge # 157: Coffee |
[May. 4th, 2010|07:28 pm] |
Title: Toxic Brew
Author's Note: Dancing Drabbling with myself ;-)
And the Condom Goes To: The Backroom
Brian grimaced as he took a sip of the toxic brew that the hospital tried to pass off as coffee.
It was obviously part of an elaborate scheme, aimed at keeping their beds occupied with hapless victims forced to sample their vending machine wares while watching over loved ones.
He avoided eye contact with the regular night nurse, knowing that once he gave her the opening, she’d lecture his fucking ear off, always offering to bend the rules for him…for Justin.
Save him from fucking romantic breeder ideologies!
As if one smile from Justin could heal his guilt-ridden soul. |
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| Challenge # 157: Coffee |
[May. 4th, 2010|12:20 am] |
Title: Without Warning
And the Condom Goes To: The Backroom
She showed up without warning, expecting him to be fucking happy to see her, like she hadn’t damned him to hell every time she paid him a visit.
Joanie never did seem to get her timing right, and as Brian slid the door shut behind her, he wished that she would finally get a fucking clue.
Too bad he no longer brought his tricks home, interrupting a nice threesome would have made for a tender reunion scene.
“Mom.” he smiled insincerely, casually sipping his coffee, ignoring her curious gaze. “Perfect timing, as always. Let me introduce you to my son." |
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| Challenge # 156: Lessons |
[Apr. 23rd, 2010|10:20 am] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Today's Lesson-Be Prepared
Author's Note: First in a series of drabbles looking at Justin's tutelage under the hands of the Master. Purely Porn. No idea how many there will be.
And the Condom Goes To: Justin's Studio
“Take it all, Justin.” Brian stroked Justin’s back as he firmly, but gently continued to push the largest butt plug into Justin’s ass. “Relax and breathe through the burn.“
“I’m trying,” Justin panted with the effort, wanting to please Brian and prove himself an apt pupil. “But it’s so big.”
Brian leaned over, licked Justin’s ear, and murmured, “It’ll be worth it Justin, I promise.”
Justin moaned as the plug finally slid into place, and Brian began to tap on it playfully.
“Just keep thinking about how fucking hot it will be when it’s my fist that’s inside you.” |
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| Challenge # 155: Shampoo |
[Apr. 20th, 2010|11:39 pm] |
Title: Idle Chatter
And the Condom Goes To: Justin's Studio
Careful hands lather the expensive shampoo into your scalp gently as you lean helplessly against his solid strength, a fucking pathetic puddle of irradiated flesh on the shower floor.
He quietly talks about his day as he rinses away the stench of your vomit, imperfection, and disease.
You tell yourself you don’t give a shit about his adventures with Mikey in the land of Gayopolis.
You find that when he falls silent you miss his idle chatter.
He dries your hair with a fluffy towel and rolls his eyes when you bitch at him.
Suddenly, you’re glad to be alive. |
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| Challenge # 154: Birthday |
[Apr. 9th, 2010|02:03 am] |
Title: Sixteen Candles
And the Condom Goes To: Justin's Studio
“Shit, Brian! I can’t believe you got us into Babylon!” Michael stood staring at all the hot bodies grinding on the dance floor.
“Nothing’s impossible on your Sweet Sixteen, Mikey. Besides, I told the troll at the door I’d fuck him if he let us in.” Brian smirked happily at the expression of horror on his friend’s face, and kissed him soundly on the lips. “Relax. I was kidding.”
“Will you dance with me?” Michael gazed at Brian adoringly. His birthday dreams were all coming true.
“Sure Mikey, the better to find a hot stud to pop your birthday cherry.” |
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| Challenge # 153: Lube |
[Apr. 6th, 2010|12:45 am] |
Title: What He Needs
And the Condom Goes To: Teh Loft: Home of Teh Love
You show him the lube and hold your breath while he holds your gaze. His eyes dart away, but before you have a chance to sigh your frustration he’s throwing you an enigmatic half-smile and an imperceptible nod that only you can translate.
He rolls over obediently and you caress his flanks until the tension bleeds away, only pushing your fingers inside when he is totally relaxed and ready to welcome the intrusion.
His breath catches soundlessly in his throat as you aim for his favorite spot, and when his movements become restless, you give him exactly what he needs. |
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| Challenge # 152: Mess |
[Mar. 29th, 2010|10:45 am] |
Title: Business as Usual
And the Condom Goes To: The Loft (although I am sure it is well-stocked)
I lean against the wall as the trick swallows my cock like a good boy.
My fucking head is a mess from the steady supply of drugs and alcohol I have been plying myself with since I set foot across Babylon’s threshold tonight.
The Gayopolis theme from yesterday is long gone, replaced by a nauseating nautical theme that no doubt has the hapless twinks and tweakers giddy with delight.
I glance down at the not blonde head bobbing steadily at my dick, and feel a flash of despair that is as unexpected as it is unwelcome.
I pop another E. |
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