Not Like All The Others

JUSTIN’S POV


We pull up in front of the house and Brian leans in to give me a kiss. We say our goodbyes and I head towards the house. I had just returned from yet another successful rendezvous with Brian. We had been going out together almost every night since we had gone on our first date. But now, the end of summer was approaching, bringing with it the end of my vacation. The two weeks had flown by. Brian would be leaving in three days and I’d be leaving shortly after. Although I had sworn to myself that I would not get too emotionally involved with Brian, I had found out that this goal had been easier said than done. I had found myself falling for him harder than I ever would have thought possible. And now I found myself dreading his departure so badly that it kept me awake at night. I stumble into the house and up to my room. When I open the door I find Daphne sitting on my bed, waiting for the dirty details no doubt.


“So, how did it go?” she asks me with a huge grin. God she’s so predictable.


“It was great.” I tell her apathetically. It really was great but thinking about Brian leaving had gotten me down. Of course, Daphne notices.


“It doesn’t sound like it. What’s wrong.” she asks, motioning for me to sit next to her. I walk over and take a seat. “What? Did you get into a fight or something?”


“No. I’ve just been thinking about Brian having to leave in a few days.” I say to her. “I really don’t want him to leave.”


“Well, even if he didn’t have to, you still would. It would just give you three more days to sulk.”


“Yeah. I guess your right.”


“I’m always right.” she says cockily. I swat her with the back of my hand. “Just enjoy the time that you have. That’s all you can do.”


I nod my head in agreement. Daphne gets up and says goodnight as she heads towards her room. I lay down on the bed and close my eyes, trying my best not to think about Brian leaving.


BRIAN’S POV

After dropping Justin off I head back to my hotel room. I walk open the door to my room and settle on my bed after stripping off my clothes. My mind goes over the last two weeks and I unconsciously start to smile. I don’t know what had come over me, but something about Justin made participating in all the activities ,that would normally make me cringe, bearable. We had been going out every night. And, surprisingly, I had enjoyed it. But nothing lasts forever and the end was fast approaching. My business here was almost done. I had landed the account and only had to go over some details with the company and then it was back to the glorious fucking Pitts. As much as I hated to admit it, the thought of not seeing Justin anymore upset me more than I would have liked it to. I’d turned out hundreds of tricks without giving a shit if I ever saw them again. Then again I guess I can’t really call Justin a trick anymore. But if he’s not a trick, then what is he? He’s not my fucking boyfriend. I don’t do boyfriends. So what is he? A fling? Yeah. That’s it. He’s a fling. I continue to tell myself that for the rest of the night, until I fall asleep thinking about Justin.


When the alarm clock wakes me up the next morning, I drag myself out of bed and into the shower. When I’m finished I head off to work. I get through the morning and go out to eat lunch. As usual, my mind wanders off to Justin and the short amount of time we have together. I take my cell phone out of my pocket and enter in the number I now know by heart.


“Hello.” Justin’s voice says on the other end.


“Hey baby.” I answer.


“Baby? That’s the first time you’ve ever used that endearment.” he says, sounding amused and pleased at the same time.


“Well, I can take it back if you want me to.” I joke.


“No! Don’t take it back.” he says hurriedly.


“Okay. Okay. I won’t. Anyway, I wanted to see if you wanted to go out again tonight. Or do you need to spend some time with the people you came here with?”


“We can go out. I get to see Daphne all the time, she understands. And Becky doesn’t care either way. So what time are you gonna pick me up?”


“Around eight?”


“Sounds good. See you then.”


“Okay. Later.”


“Later.”


I hang up the phone and finish off the rest of the day as quickly as possible, looking forward to tonight.


JUSTIN’S POV

I’m smiling when I hang up the phone and walk back into the living room, where Daphne is sitting with a very knowing grin on her face.


“Brian?” she asks even though she already knows the answer. I nod my head in response. “He taking you out again tonight?” her smile growing even bigger. I nod my head again.


“Do you mind?” I ask her. Just like I have every other time.


“Jeez. How many times am I going to have to tell you? No. I don’t mind. I think it’s great that you are in love.”


“I am not!” I say, suddenly getting defensive. “I like him. That’s all. We get along good and like spending time with each other. That doesn’t mean I’m in love.”


“You’re right it doesn’t. But I’m pretty sure the starry eyes you get when you talk about him and the frequent lapses of zoning out are common symptoms.”


“Shut up.” I tell her, unable to think of anything else to say because I know she’s right. I am so in love with Brian.


BRIAN’S POV

I pick Justin up for our date and then head to the restaurant for dinner. When we finish our meal we sit at the table and talk. Before long the conversation becomes more heated and we both decide to leave. I pay the tab and Justin and I hurry out the door. On the ride home Justin decides to test my driving skills. He runs his hands up my thighs and over my dick. He begins stroking me through my pants. My cock hardens, urging him on. He unzips my pants and slides his hand inside them. He grasps my cock firmly in his hands and continues his ministrations. It’s everything I have to keep from getting us killed before we get to the hotel and when we finally do get there I waist no time getting into the room. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him over to the bed. He reaches up and pulls me into a fiery kiss. I fall back onto the bed, pulling him on top of me. We continue our kissing, stopping only long enough to remove our clothes. I lay on my back as Justin kisses down my throat and over my stomach. When he moves down to my cock I reach down and take hold of his chin so that he’s looking at me.


“Are you sure?” I ask him, knowing that he had never done this and not wanting him to do anything he wasn’t ready for. He nods his head in reply and I release his chin. He returns his attention to my cock. Taking it into his hand he licks it from base to head and then back down again. He takes the head of my dick into his mouth and sucks gently. I clutch the sheets in my hands. Justin sucks expertly on the head of my dick. I never would have guessed that he hadn’t done this. He continues the attention to my head before taking my entire length into his mouth. A loud moan escapes my throat. He looks up at me, smiling, obviously pleased with my reaction.


“Do you want to suck me off?” I ask him. He nods his head and continues sucking my cock. He slides his hand between my legs and rubs my balls. I lean my head back, my eyes closed tight. After a moment he releases my balls and moves his hand up to his mouth. He slides two of his fingers into his mouth alongside my shaft, wetting them thoroughly. He then removes his fingers and reaches between my legs. He continues licking and sucking on my cock but raises his eyes to me as he begins to move his finger over my hole. Normally, I wouldn’t have let someone anywhere near there but as I’ve said before, Justin makes me do things I normally wouldn’t do. I return his gaze and spread my legs slightly, giving him better access. He smiles around my cock and returns his focus to my hole. He rubs around the outside, spreading his saliva over it. When he’s coated the outside he straightens his finger and pushes inside. I gasp from the slight pain that spreads through my lower body. He stops, waiting for me to adjust. I push back onto his fingers, signaling for him to continue. He resumes movement and before long I’m writhing on the bed. I feel my balls begin to tighten and I begin clutching at the bed. He speeds up, running his warm wet mouth faster and faster over my shaft, sliding his tongue around the head. His fingers speed up, moving in time with his mouth. I arch my body off of the bed as I shoot my load down my baby’s throat. I feel his throat constrict as he swallows my seed. He lets my penis fall from his mouth and I pull him up to me kissing him deeply. I draw my tongue along the inside of his mouth, tasting myself. He pulls back and looks into my eyes.


“So, how did I do?” he asks with a smile.


“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” I ask him. He nods his head and kisses me again. I pull him into my arms and slowly drag my hand down his stomach towards his still hard cock.


“Where are you from?” he asks me suddenly. The question catches me off guard and my hand stops moving towards his groin.


“Huh?”


“You’re going back home in three days. Where is home?” he explains.


“Oh. Pittsburgh.” I answer him. He lifts his head and his eyes widen.


“Really?” he asks me happily.


“No. I’m just saying that so you don’t travel out of state to stalk me.” I say sarcastically. “Yes. Really. What‘s so special about that?”


“So do I.” he says. Once again I’m caught off guard. A dozen thoughts race through my head. Some bad some good. Bad ones including ‘this could fuck with my reputation’ and good ones including ‘I’ll be able to see Justin again’. He notices my hesitation.


“That’s okay isn’t it? I mean, do you not want to see me anymore after this?” he asks me, a hurt look on his face. I weigh the pros and cons of continuing my relatio…association with Justin. Deciding that I don’t owe explanations to my friends and that when I tell Justin that I wont stop tricking, he will either deal with it or he wont, I opt to keep him around.


“I still want to see you. Just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” The smile returns to his face and I lean down and kiss him. He returns the kiss hungrily. I roll him onto his back and start on a long night of celebrating the good news.