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Michael and Ben had decided to hold a Halloween party … a fancy dress Halloween party. I had just the costumes for Brian and myself, I only hoped he’d agree to wear them, or perhaps I’d have to hide his clothes on the day and leave the costumes on the bed, though I’m sure Brian would find a way around that, I’ll just have to persuade him.

I got Emmett to help, because he’s just so into all that shit, plus he knows places to go to get the right kind of clothes I’ll need for the costumes.

When I eventually told Emmett we were going as characters from Rage, he immediately thought I meant Rage and JT, but that’s just too obvious. I knew from talking to Michael, cause he asked, if it was OK, that he and Ben were going as Rage and JT respectively. I couldn’t wait to see Ben with blond hair.

Anyway back to Emmett and his reaction to my revelation that I wanted Brian and I to go as Zephyr and Professor Ken Kirschner, aka Juice Pig. Emmett’s reply was that if I could get Brian into a costume for the Professor, he’d come dressed as Queen Cleopatra.

We went to several ‘normal’ stores and got a really good ‘Professor’ look for Brian and then we ventured into the leather and sex shops. My Zephyr costume was easy to find and I must admit I looked really cool. I also got some things for Brian to change into Juice Pig, half-way through the party, that’s if I could persuade him to dress up in the first place.

We also found Emmett the perfect Cleo costume, plus a cowboy costume, on the off chance Brian didn’t agree, but I had a sneaky plan up my sleeve, I’d convince Brian, one way or another.

~*~

I’d been hinting for the last week about Michael’s party. Brian kept saying he’d refuse to dress up, that it was silly and juvenile, and that was even before I dare mention the costumes that I had hidden in the back of our closet.

Anyway I decided, ‘it’s all or nothing’.

“Brian I’ve been thinking, Michael’s been working real hard for this party and I think to show our appreciation and loyalty, we owe it to him to dress up.” OK here come the fireworks.

“What?”

“Look, its one night a year and it’s not like we’re going to be dressing up in front of strangers. It’s just all our friends; everyone’s dressing up even Carl.” See I knew mentioning Carl would make Brian think as Carl’s still a little conservative.

“I see. And who exactly are Debbie and Carl going as?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow at me. Sometimes I just want to rip that fucking thing off.

Taking a deep calming breath, “They're going as Laurel and Hardy.”

Brian gives a loud laugh, “So which is which, you do know Laurel was as thin as a rake?”

Shaking my head I reply, “Does it matter. It’s just for fun. Anyway I have an idea for our costumes.”

“OK let’s hear it then,” he sighs, as if he’s always being put upon unduly.

“Well seeing as Michael and Ben are going as Rage and JT respectively. I thought it would be fun to go as Zephyr and Professor Ken Kirschner.”

“I’m not going as Zephyr, that’s for sure,” He grumbles.

“No, I’m going to be Zephyr and you’re going to be Professor Kirschner. Plus I also have an idea that half-way through the evening you change into Juice Pig.” I’m smiling now cause Brian’s looking intrigued, if a little disgusted as well.

“I may need convincing,” he says.

I smile, getting to my knees in an instant. Pulling Brian a little further towards me, I unzip his pants, tugging them straight down. Lucky for me, he never wears underwear.

His dick pops free and stands to attention. I know it sounds stupid, considering how many times I’ve done this, but it always amazes me that Brian’s always hard.

Anyway I let it sway there for a few moments just looking at it with my mouth and hand itching to be on and around it. I can tell Brian’s getting twitchy, as his inner thigh muscles are pulsating. I smile innocently up at him and bow my head over his cock, just licking the slit tantalizingly. I hear him groan above me, I’ve always been amazed how briefly my touch can reduce him so quickly to a groaning mass of flesh.

Enough stalling, I swipe my tongue from the tip to the base and up again, lapping up the pre-come that is now oozing out of his dick. Wrapping my hand around the base, I gently stroke up and down while my mouth engulfs the rest of him. I don’t want to deep throat him at this time, I just want to tease him a little with my mouth and hands.

Feeling him shudder slightly, the hand that had been caressing his ass slides down the crease, gently rubbing over his puckered entrance, the skin so softly wrinkled. I teasingly press my thumb as if to breach him, before moving quickly away and pressing on the spongy part of his perineum.

Brian moans and nearly over balances before steadying his hand against the wall and pushing one hand into my hair. Perhaps now would be a good time to move this to the sofa.

I stand up and pull him over, pushing him down on the sofa, his legs automatically opening for me. Placing a cushion down between them, I get down on my knees again and envelope his dick with my mouth.

“Oh God, Justin,” Brian moans.

I smile round my mouth full, my hand making its way back up to caress his bollocks and press against his perineum, making Brian thrust up into my mouth. I instantly relax my throat and take him all the way down, humming, sending vibrations up and down his cock.

“Jesus, Justin,” Brian pants, the sheen of sweat evident underneath his parted shirt front, his hand tightening in my hair but not causing too much discomfort for me.

Smiling, I kneel up, so I’m practically face to face with him. I part the shirt some more before peeling it down his arms and completely off. My God Brian is so beautiful; that naturally tan skin, glistening with sweat, sweat that I’ve caused. Fuck, I could come just looking at him. His dick covered in my saliva, eagerly pointing towards me wanting more.

As I watch him, I roll both of his balls in my hand, the weight and feel just perfect. I want to be in that warm heat so much, but this time is for Brian… well to convince Brian to do what I want.

I bring my hand to my mouth and coat two fingers generously, before taking Brian back into my mouth. I bring the hand that has been playing with his balls and squeeze the bottom of his dick, while my other hand slides down, stroking over his perineum and circle’s his hole. I press one spit slicked finger against the furled entrance and push gently inside.

Brian gasps above me and his right foot twitches beside my leg. I smirk around his cock, knowing it won’t be much longer. I press the second finger along side the first and seek the nodules that will bring instant pleasure. Being inside Brian, whether with my fingers or my dick is always an amazing experience. His muscles tighten deliciously around my finger. I press forward and find what my fingers are seeking. Pressing down, I’m gratified to hear a growl and “Oh fucking hell,” come from Brian’s lips. Keeping my fingers on his prostate I suck even harder on his cock until he explodes in my mouth, crying out my name “Jussstinnn!”

Taking my time, I gently pull my fingers from his ass and pat his thigh affectionately, while Brian comes down from his high.

He runs his hands through my hair, pulling me up to share the taste of him with a kiss.

It doesn’t take long for me to come, as he ravishes my mouth with his tongue. His mouth muffles my cry as I come, a damp patch appearing on the front of my combats.

He chuckles in my ear, whispering, “I like I can still make you come in your pants.” And kisses me once more.

I look him in the eye and ask, “So you gonna do what I want?”

He looks at me inquisitively, before replying, “Sure, if you give me head like that everyday till the damn party.”

I smile triumphantly, “Of course,” I assure him, like I wouldn’t have done anyway.

“You’d better go change your pants, otherwise Jennifer will know exactly what we’ve been up to,” he tells me, pointing me in the direction of our bedroom.

I saunter off, a definite swagger in my walk.

~*~

So I had Brian’s agreement that he’d dress up, wasn’t completely sure until the night of the party. I dutifully laid out the costumes; I had a wash-in, wash-out dye to put on my hair to make it more like Zephyr’s. Brian’s could stay the same color as he and Ben (aka Professor Kirschner) were near enough the same coloring. I knew Ben also had a wash-in, wash-out dye for his hair; we did want to look as authentic as possible.

Even if I do say so myself, I did look rather awesome in my Zephyr’s costume. The spandex did wonders for my figure and my bubble butt ass looked amazing, I just hoped Brian didn’t jump me for a quick fuck; he’d completely ruin the costume if he did.

I greeted Brian at the door when I heard the Vette pull into the drive way. We’re spending a lot more time at Britin, even during the week; it’s harder for the gang to find us.

“Jesus Justin, if Zephyr had looked like you, I don’t think JT would have stood a chance with Rage.” He says, kissing me deeply.

My man is such a sweet talker sometimes.

“Ok enough of that,” I tell him, “go on up and have a shower, the clothes are on the bed. I’ll be up to inspect you shortly.”

Brian disappears up the stairs and a few minutes later I can hear the shower running. I go back into the lounge and pour him a J&B; he’ll most likely want it when he sees himself in the mirror.

Ten minutes later, I make my way upstairs. Stopping at our bedroom door, I push it open slightly and give a long low whistle.

Brian’s been busy. He’s showered and is now dressed in the brown tweed trousers, with a dusky cream shirt and matching waist coat. He’s just about to put on the jacket, a typical professor jacket, brownie, greeny tweed with the suede patches on the elbows. He looks like a student’s wet dream … scrub that … he looks like my wet dream.

I cough to make myself known and amble over to him, pressing the glass into his hands. He knocks back the drink in one swallow and I watch as drink flows down his throat, making him gulp several times. God that man even has a sexy Adam’s apple.

Shaking myself, I need to be on the ball tonight, or otherwise we could end up flat on our backs and instead of being just a little late for Michael’s party, not turn up until near the end.

“Well hello there Professor,” I smile seductively.

“I look like a complete twat, and that’s your job,” he returns mockingly.

“Ha, ha. You look absolutely fucking fantastic,” I tell him, because he does. He grins cockily, sauntering over to me and kissing me senseless.

Reluctantly I push him away; we really do need to go, as it is we’re now going to be later than ‘fashionably late’.

~*~

In no time at all, Brian pulls the Vette up in front of Michael & Ben’s brownstone. I love Britin, it’s airy rooms, the stables and the pool, but sometimes I wonder if Brian and I wouldn’t have been better off with a place like theirs; ah well another place another time.

Michael’s out on the front porch, he was obviously listening out for us to arrive. As I survey Michael’s costume, I only now realize how short he is; he must be the shortest Rage ever. I cover my mouth with my hand so as not to show him my amusement. Brian has no such manners and openly laughs.

“Laugh it up Brian. You don’t look so hot yourself, dressed liked that.” Michael says, though I do notice that he eyes Brian’s ass as he walks past him into their packed living room.

“I think you look great Michael. Can’t wait to see Ben.” I tell him, if a little dishonestly.

“Thanks Justin,” he smiles back at me, almost like he knows what I was thinking.

“OK you two,” Brian comes back to see what’s keeping us, “I’m not going in there on my own. Sunshine, shield me.”

I laugh up at him, kissing his cheek and taking his hand, dragging him further into the room.

Emmett sees us immediately. And like a good friend he’s come dressed as the cowboy. Good thing really because he matches Drew really well, who luckily enough … well for Emmett at least … was free from training. Drew is dressed as a traditional Red Indian, loin cloth and all, though I think I spied a pair of Brown Athletics shorts underneath there.

He kisses me on both cheeks, eyes Brian speculatively and winks. Drew slaps me on the back … he’s still a little shy around the rest of us … and shakes Brian’s hand.

This time Brian drags me away, I think he wants a drink before talking to anyone else. However, I spy Debbie and Carl and yes they have come as Laurel and Hardy … they look brilliant. Carl is obviously Hardy, with this little boxed mustache on his upper lip and it looks like Debbie may be wearing a corset as she’s suspiciously thinner than normal, let’s just hope it holds.

Debbie as normal comes over, kisses me on the cheek and slaps Brian for being late. “You’re late, as usual.” Is all she says.

Brian rolls his eyes and replies, “Well you know how it is Debbie, with Sunshine here, I’m always bound to be late.” And laughs mischievously.

Carl smiles, he’s such a dear and knows just how to handle Deb, because she’s about to reply when he pulls her away to go speak to Ted and Blake, who funnily enough seem to have dressed as Brian and Justin. I shake my head, well it’s original, although I suspect Brian will have something to say about it.

I’m about to go find Ben, I’m dying to see what he looks like, when Brian stops and says, “Well it looks like Mikey’s neighbors went all out. They’re dressed as your typical Stepford fags.”

He says it loud enough so that the ‘Stepford fags’ hear him and I turn away laughing. Honestly, Brian doesn’t like those two alone bit and just has to get a dig in every time we see them.

I pull him in the direction of the kitchen before he can say anything else and spot Ben talking to Hunter, who seems to have come as himself.

“Ben, if I didn’t know better I’d swear that was me,” I tell him, giving him a quick hug, though he’s obviously at much taller JT, my god, I can’t wait to see Michael and Ben together, talk about complete opposites of who they’re supposed to be.

I look Hunter up and down, “Hi Hunter.” I greet, we’ll never get on, as even now he’s making passes at Brian, who just seems to lap it all up. “Came as a teenager,” I quip.

“Whatever,” he mutters eyeballing me and then ambles off.

“You look really good Justin, I just hope Michael doesn’t get jealous at what a striking Zephyr you make.” Ben tells me, obviously trying to cut the tension that Hunter’s attitude has produced. Then turning to Brian, he gives a little chuckle and says, “I think I have that same outfit in my closet.”

I can feel the annoyance coming off of Brian and I chuckle. Poor Brian.

“I rather like it myself. Always did go for the older man type anyway.”

Brian glares at us and stomps off out the back door, I suspect to light up a joint. “I’d better go out,” I say to Ben.

“Too late, Michael’s on his way there now,” he replies, smiling indulgently after his husband.

We chat for a little longer and then I go off to see what everyone else is up too.

As I look for Emmett, I can see that Michael and Ben have set up the traditional ‘bobbing for apples’; in the corner Ted and Blake are telling JR and Gus a scary Halloween story, complete with noises. In the kitchen there are some interesting snacks that look like brains, worms and a very bloody red drink. They’ve obviously tried to cater to everyone, because there’s food and drink there too that I can actually identify.

~*~

We’d been here about an hour, some friends of Ben’s from the university stopped by and everyone it seemed had done their best at some kind of fancy dress. There was a Dorothy and Scarecrow (2 guys), go figure; Prince Philip - from Sleeping Beauty – apparently had dumped the princess and run off with Prince Charming; people were certainly original.

I had lost Brian some time ago and decided to go look for him. Ben had disappeared along with Michael so I was looking for 3 people, hopefully I wouldn’t find them together.

Hunter’s bedroom was blessedly Hunter and anyone else free. No one was in the bathroom. JR’s room with its shocking pink interior would put any sane gay man off, was empty too, I shuddered and closed the door quickly. I scarcely opened Michael and Ben’s bedroom door when I wished I had left well enough alone.

It was like looking at an upside down, back to front version of Brian and myself or should that be Rage and JT. Rage was bent over the bed while JT pummeled him from behind. Jesus that was hot. I quickly closed the door and turning round, ran smack into my own superhero.

Brian … thank god … was still dressed as Professor Kirschner, I was pleased now that he hadn’t wanted to dress as Juice Pig and that we’d left the costume at home, because I was so turned on right now I know if I had come face to face with Juice Pig I would have lost my hard on right away.

I pulled Brian into JR’s room, uncaring of the candy floss pink and pushed him on to the bed.

“Justin…” He tried to get my attention, but all my attention was on getting him out of his clothes, or at least out of his trousers because I wanted in.

Taking my cue he gave up and had his trousers off in record time. My suit was slightly trickier. After some maneuvering Brian unzipped me from the suit and discarded the Zephyr costume to one side – I just hoped I could get back into it afterwards.

We fall back onto the bed, arms and legs entwined. My mouth instantly seeks Brian’s, dominating the kiss. Watching Rage and JT fuck was such a turn on regardless of it being Michael and Ben. I needed to be as close to Brian as possible.

Brian groaned, “Slow down Justin, it’s not a race.”

“Need to be inside you,” I moan.

To his credit, Brian smiles at me, turns over and hands me a disposal packet of lubricant; where he keeps them I’ll never know, but will always be thankful for him being prepared. I spread his ass cheeks and push two lubed fingers into him. He growls as one finger presses into his prostate; I add a third finger, knowing he can take it. After a few minutes I withdrawal my fingers and wipe the excess lube onto my dick.

Laying flat against Brian’s back I position my cock and thrust in. Brian cries out in pleasure beneath me, the sound music to my ears. I rest there for several moments, Brian humping the throw on JR’s bed. Maneuvering us onto our sides, I push Brian’s left leg slightly forward so I can get a deeper angle and wrap one arm around his waist to stroke his dick.

“Justin, stop fucking around and move!” He orders.

“Gladly,” I reply, pulling out and plunging back in.

Brian squeezes his sphincter around my cock and I groan. I thrust erratically hitting his prostate as much as I miss it, but it’s enough, as with each thrust I stroke Brian’s cock. It’s gonna be fast and soon. I can feel my own balls draw up and a quick grope of Brian’s and I know he’s ready to come. Changing the angle slightly, I push in one last time, hitting that spot dead on.

Brian let’s out a low growl as he comes all over my hand and on his stomach. One more thrust and I exploding deep within him, his muscles squeezing every last drop of spunk I have.

We’re both panting hard and I don’t want to leave his body just yet. He wraps an arm – a little awkwardly – around me, turning his head for a leisurely kiss. I want to wrap myself around him, so I gently pull out of his warm body. Brian turn’s lying on his back and I practically climb on top of him. He starts to chuckle, the vibrations making my dick sit up and take a renewed interest.

“What’s so funny,” I ask him, though at this point I don’t really care.

“I’ve still got my shirt and waist coat on, while you’re completely naked.” He tells me stating the obvious.

“Huh?”

“Well normally it’s the other way round. It’s like we’ve exchanged positions – pardon the pun – for the night.”

I roll my eyes, “I see.”

“Anyway what brought this on?” He asks after he’s calmed down a bit.

I bite my lip, not really wanting to reveal what I saw, he may take it the wrong way.

“Justin…?”

“I was looking for you and found Michael and Ben instead.” I know I’m blushing and you’d think after everything we’ve been through I wouldn’t be embarrassed, but I think it’s because it turned me on so much.

“I see. They were doing a little play acting too I take it.” He drawls, knowing full well he’s right.

“Ah huh,” I nod my head against his chest.

“But that’s not all of it.” He states. Shit, he knows me too well.

Taking a deep breath, “Michael and Ben were still partly dressed, and I liked how it was Rage on the bottom with JT giving him a pummeling.”

“You dirty pervert Mr. Taylor!” Brian chuckles.

I hit him with one of JR’s stuffed toys.

A stuffed toy fight ensues and just as I’m winning the bedroom door flies open and Michael’s standing there – dressed once again – with Ben right behind him. They both have this look on their faces that says you know they’re blaming Brian for this.

I grab my Zephyr suit and hastily clamber back into it as best I can. Brian causally pulls on the wool trousers and quirks an eyebrow at Michael and Ben, before grabbing my hand and pulling me – still trying to get the damn zip done up at the back – out into hall and down the stairs.

“Say goodnight to everyone Justin.” Brian says as he whisks me past Emmett, Drew, Ted, Blake, Debbie and Carl.

I wave at them, calling out that we’d see them for brunch tomorrow, and what a great party it had been – liar Justin.

~*~

We get home and Brian pulls me straight upstairs and into our bedroom.

“Now it’s my turn. You weren’t the only one who saw Rage and JT tonight.” He growls, before pushing me back onto the bed.

Turns out this Halloween fancy dress wasn’t such a bad idea after all.


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