Chapter
23 ? The way that I feel
? You think you`re so
misunderstood
I`d explain if only I could??
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When
Plake came through the thick wall door on Friday morning to bring breakfast, he
pinned a new meal schedule over Justin?s bed and said, ?The new cook decided to
change a few meals. You know, he?s from France. His name is Guillaume.?
?Yeah.?
Justin stood in front of the little basin to wash his hands. ?Fried?fried bird
and peas. Of course always?always on Friday.?
?Not
anymore.? The male nurse tipped his finger to the plan and read. ?Here it is.
Lunch on Friday. Rabbit stew, white bread and Brussels sprouts. Wow. Wonder
where they got the rabbit from.?
?Yes.?
Justin padded over to the table and sat down. Of course Alice was always
without the little white bunny. It was?
??certainly
in wonderland.?
Blake
turned around and smiled. ?Well, then it was a long journey for them.?
?Yes.?
Justin chewed the little pear pieces in his yogurt carefully. Alice always
chattered and chattered and had a far too thick chest. He didn?t like Alice
very much.
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At
ten o?clock, male nurse Schmidt entered room 4.11 and was a little disappointed
that his favourite visitor wasn?t there.
?Hello
Justin.?
Justin
sat on the bed with his beautiful white handheld console and tipped the thin,
black touchpen in concentration on the left screen.
?That?s
a really nice game. Did Mister Kinney give it to you?? Mister Schmidt stepped
closer and peered at the monitor.
Justin
ignored him. He didn?t like for the sleeping nurse to be in his room.
?Okay,
but I?m afraid you have to turn it off now. Doctor Cameron is waiting for you
in the community room. They play tic-tac-toe today. Sounds fun, don?t you
think?? The nurse smiled encouraging at the young patient.
There
was a house on the screen, four people went in, three came out, two more walked
in, then another three and finally one came out alone. The little man wanted to
know how many people were in the house now. Hff. Justin clicked his tongue and
slapped his forehead with his hand. The little man was a little stupid. Of
course there were?
???certainly five.? He wrote a crooked 5 with
his pen on the screen and the man was very glad that Justin knew the right
answer.
?Justin.?
Ted snapped his fingers in front of Justin?s face to get his attention. ?Come
on, they want to start with the game.?
Justin
blinked and tried to look past the snapping fingers. He couldn?t see the
crossword puzzle.
?Justin!?
Nurse Schmidt spoke louder and grabbed for the small console. ?Give it to me,
now. It?s time for your Friday game fun!?
?Aaah.?
Justin drew his fingers tighter around the console and looked up to the
ceiling.
?Come
on, kid!? Ted got a slightly red face as he tried to pull the little device out
of the boy?s fingers. ?Doctor Cameron is waiting!?
In
the end the nurse won the battle and Justin knocked his hand hard against his
forehead.
?Yeah
of course?fuck?fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off.? He said it not very loud and held
his gaze blank to the wall.
?What?
Hey!? Ted put the device down on the nightstand and tried to touch the kid?s
shoulder. ?Don?t slap yourself, you know I have to give you a shot if you do
that.?
?Yeah.?
Justin stood up, with his eyes to the ceiling, ?Fuck off.? and walked with
little steps to the window. ?Fuck off, fuck off.? The words were only whispered
now.
And
male nurse Schmidt watched him for a moment and after two minutes the thick
wall door was closed and Justin was alone.
?Yeah.?
He lay his hands flat to the pane, ?Fuck off.? and looked over at the castle,
with all the white snow on the roof. ?Prian?my Prian says.? He wanted for Prian
to think of Justin Taylor in this moment, too.
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At
Lunchtime, male nurse Blake brought a plate with rabbit stew, a cup with apple
juice and pointed to the new schedule, saying, ?Remember, it?s rabbit and white
bread on Fridays now. Not chicken.?
?Yeah.?
Justin didn?t like the juice, because he had wonderful prince water, but he
found the cooked bunny smelled nice. He tipped the prongs of his fork into the
brown bunny sauce and then licked it clean with his tongue. It tasted rather
good. So he ate all the bunny slices, licked off the sauce and counted the
Brussels sprouts but left them untouched on the plate. Then he stuck his finger
through the soft inside of the white bread, lifted it up and ?Oh oh.? watched
as it fell into the apple juice and got all soggy and like mud.
?Yeah.?
He looked uninvolved up to the ceiling and wrapped a hair strand around his
index finger. ?What a ?what a shit brew.?
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At
3.15 in the afternoon, patient Taylor sat at the window in his room and watched
as the servant, with a blue cap and a thick, orange colored jacket on, carried
a big basket and two bags into the beautiful castle.
?Yes,
certainly?? he looked aside and curled blond hairs around his finger.
??certainly toast and water?water pudding.? He scrunched up his nose. Water pudding
wasn?t very good and really slimy.
?Frog??
It knocked on the thick wall door, the tinkling key came and Plake stuck his
head into the room, with a friendly smile. ?You want to come outside? Someone
is on the phone for you.?
?Yeah.?
Justin didn?t blink. The servant came out again with a big shovel to clear away
the snow in front of the castle.
?Justin??
Blake smirked, scratched his ear and entered the room. ?Well come on, if you
want to speak on the phone you have to go out on the corridor. The phone is in
the nurse?s station.? He took the young man by the hand and led him outside.
?Yeah.?
Justin followed with small steps. The lights on the corridor were brighter and
it smelled different. There were other men, and he looked up into the bright
lights because he didn?t like them.
?So,
come in. You can sit here if you want.? Blake guided the patient behind the big
pane and showed him a chair, near the phone. Then he picked it up and spoke
with a friendly look towards Justin. ?Brian? Yeah, sorry it took a moment. He?s
here now. I?ll pass you over, hang on.? He handed Justin the phone. ?You have
to hold it close to your ear. It?s your friend Brian.?
?Yeah.?
Justin sat stiffly on the strange chair, looked up to the white ceiling and
held the phone a little clumsily to his ear.??
?Justin??
It
was Prian?s voice and Justin?s eyes flickered.
?You
have to say something you know.?
?Yeah.?
Justin sighed and wiggled the toes in his shoes.
On
the other end of the line, Brian lifted one eyebrow.? ?Is this the first time you?ve spoken on the phone??
Was it? No. He spoke on the phone with mommy. ?Yes. March?march eleventh.? He
liked mommy?s voice so much.
?You
talked over the phone in march??
?Yes,
with mommy. Nineteen hundred?ninety two.?
Brian
sat in his expensive office at his desk, imported from Italy, and had to close
his eyes for a moment, while his long fingers got cold around the receiver of
his phone. Then he drew his lips inside, moved a little to the left with his
chair and cleared his throat. ?Have you any therapy lessons this afternoon??
?Yeah.?
The boy rubbed his forehead. ?No.?
?No?
You sure??
?Yes.?
?Good.
You want to come and visit me for the weekend??
Justin?s
eyes focussed on a postcard with palm trees that was pinned to the wall. He
giggled happily. He liked the castle so much and wanted to go there to?
??see
the prince.?
?Brian.?
?Yes
Prian?? Justin sighed as if something were really exhausting. ?Prian Kinney.?
Brian
furrowed his brows. ?You know my name??
?Yeah.?
They introduced each other and Justin ate very much?
??white
beet.?
?You
remember that, huh?? Brian scratched his head.
?Yes.?
Justin smiled. He liked the prince so much.
?Hh.
So you want to come??
?Yeah.
See?see Prian.?
?Yes,
at my home.?
Justin
wrapped a thick hair strand around his finger. He wanted to go over to the
Pritin castle so badly but of course he could?
??not?not
walk over the street?street alone.?
Brian
smiled slightly. ?You want me to pick you up??
?Yeah.?
Justin rubbed his shoulder against his free ear. ?Certainly?certainly holding
hands.?
?If
it?s unavoidable?? Brian busied himself with feeding his extra noise-reduced
file shredder. ?Emmett will make something with rice and chicken for dinner. Is
that okay??
?Yeah.?
Justin liked fried bird, but only?
??without
feathers.?
?You
are a spoiled brat you know.?
?Yeah.?
Justin looked up to the ceiling again. ?Justin.?
?Hm.
Go to your room and pack your bag.?
?Yes,
in the wardrobe. Prian?Prian says.?
?Good.
Pack your pyjama, socks, underwear, pants, a fresh shirt, your toothbr-?
?Yeah,
of course in?in Prian?s bathroom.?
?Yes.?
Brian sighed. ?Sure, but don?t forget to pack your fucking book. I have better
things to do than to listen to your whining about the damn thing for two days.?
?Yeah.
Certainly under the pillow.? His book was always under the pillow where no one
could take it.
?Hm.
I?ll pick you up around 5 pm. Be ready.?
?Yeah.
Go?go with Prian across the street.?
?I?ll
give my best. Now pass the phone over to Blake, I have to talk to him.?
?Yeah.?
Justin looked uninterestedly aside. He didn?t want to give the phone to Plake.
It was nice to hear Prian?s voice.
Brian
waited a minute and heard nothing but even breathing. ?Well??
?Hff.?
Justin blinked his eyes innocently and tugged at the long blond strand behind
his ear.
Brian
stood up behind his desk. ?Justin, pass the damn phone over!?
?No.?
?What
do you mean, no?! Pass it over, I have to talk to Blake!?
?Yeah.
Speak with?speak with Justin Taylor.?
?Justin!?
Mister Kinney growled low in his throat. He hated not having control over
situations.
?Yeah.
Certainly a good?good boy.?
?No.
Certainly a little twat. Pass over the phone immediately and go pack your bag
or I won?t come to pick you up, understood?!?
?Yes.?
Justin got up and without a comment held the phone out for no one in
particular.
Brian
waited another 61 highly frustrating seconds before a nurse?s voice was to be
heard.
?Hello,
Brian? Sorry I was in the other room. Were you finished talking to Justin??
Blake smiled as he looked after the boy, who plodded with little steps in the
direction of his room.
?Yes,
I wanted to-?
?Hang
on, I have to let him back into his room. I?ll be right back.? Blake put the
receiver down and ran after the young patient with a tinkling key in his hand.
While
Brian plopped down in his comfortable leather chair, rubbing his forehead, as
he felt a headache coming. ?Fucking tower people, never heard of the invention
of damn fucking cordless phones goddamnit??
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When
Brian came home after work, he parked the car in front of his playboy mansion
and jogged across the street and up through a stinking stairwell.
At
ward four he stopped by the nurse?s station and knocked on the pane. ?Hey,
anyone here??
Blake
appeared with a cup of coffee. ?Brian, hello. Justin waits in his room.?
?No,
shit.? Brian showed a big, fake smile.
The
nurse put his coffee down and took a key from its place at the wall. ?Here,
just bring it back before you leave.?
?Hh.?
Brian nodded slightly, shoved his fists into his jacket pockets and made his
way to Justin?s door.
It
was locked three times and as he pushed the thick door open, Justin stared him
straight in the eyes, from where he stood near the window, rubbing his crotch
on the back of his old chair.
Justin
whimpered quietly and blinked his heavy eyelids three times. The prince was so
beautiful and his belly tickled and he felt hot all over. He really would?ve
preferred to?
??lick?Prian?s-?
He couldn?t hold the visual contact any longer and had to look up to the
ceiling, while he tried to press his hard penis tighter to the wooden back of
the chair.
Brian
stood still for moment, staring at the unexpected sight before him with a blank
face. Then he turned around, closed the door and leant slowly against it with
his back. ?Stop doing that, Justin.?
?Hh.?
Justin tried to look over to where Prian?s voice came from, but couldn?t
concentrate. He felt dizzy and as if it were summer and the sun really warm. He
thought of the first time the prince had licked his mouth. At night, on the
street, with a soft, wet tongue and he had to whimper again and squirmed when
his penis twitched almost painfully in his pants.
?Justin
stop.? Brian spoke softly. ?Come over here.?
This
time the boy looked at him. Helplessly, with desperate blue eyes. He really
would?ve preferred to?
??lick?kiss
Prian?s?Prian?s mouth.?
Brian
didn?t say anything and simply held his hand out.
?Yeah.?
Justin looked up to the ceiling and pressed his fingers clumsily to the front
of his tight pants. ?My?my prince.?
?Come
here.? The older man whispered almost soundless.
And
Justin did. After half a minute, with small steps and rosy cheeks.
And
as he felt Prian?s warmth and could smell nothing but firesticks and almond
skin, he stopped and buried his nose into a broad chest with a shuddering sigh.
?Hmm.?
Brian wrapped his arms around the smaller body and put his head down to speak
in blond hair. ?That?s better.?
?Yes.?
?You
thought of me again, didn?t you??
Did he? Yes he had to think of Prian since he heard his voice in Plake?s phone.
He liked Prian and wanted with him to...
??go
to the castle.?
?Hm.
Did you pack your things??
?Yeah.?
Justin grabbed himself between his legs, because it was uncomfortable and his
penis really...
??hard.?
Brian
spoke close to Justin?s ear, ?I know.? kissed it and released the blonde with a
light slap on the butt. ?Come on, Princess. Let?s get out of this sinkhole.?
?Yeah.?
Justin toddled off to his bed, where his new black bag stood. ?Of course my
book.?
?Did
you pack it??
Did he? Yes, it was in the bag ?
??under
the?under the pyjama.?
?Good.
Let?s go then.? Brian went towards the door.
?Yes.?
Justin looked up to the ceiling and didn?t move. ?Of course my?my underwear.?
Brian
stopped and lifted one eyebrow. ?Well, is it in the bag??
Justin
thought about it for a moment. ?Yes. My white?white panties.?
Brian
blinked, "Don't say panites. They?re called briefs." and showed an
artificial smile. "Can we go now?"
?Yes.
Certainly?certainly the treasure?treasure jewellery.?
?Hff.?
Mister Kinney puffed out his cheeks and turned around. ?Justin. I?m fucking
bored to tears with this little game. Is everything you need in the damn bag
now or not?!?
Justin
blinked his long eyelashes and looked at the wall. ?Yes.?
?And
you want to go now??
?Yes.
Holding?holding hands with Prian.?
Brian
sighed, rubbed his neck, went to grab the bag himself and held the other hand
silently out for Justin.
?Yeah.?
The boy took it after nineteen seconds and smiled slightly.
Brian
didn?t. But he kissed Justin?s temple, rubbed his thumb over the pale fingers
and dropped the little tinkling silver key off at the nurse?s station on their
way out. He really hated this fucking tower-institution.
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The
whole castle smelled like fried bird and chocolate cookies tonight and the sun
was gone and all the lights and lamps shone beautifully. Justin liked to be in
Pritin so much and really would?ve preferred to never go back to the tower.
?Baby!?
Emmett had an apron with little trees and reindeers around his waist and smiled
brightly as he hugged the young guest. ?It?s so nice to see you!? He kissed Justin?s
cheeks. ?You have to tell me everything about your week and then we?ll go and-?
?Justin.?
Interrupted Brian and held the kid?s bag out for Emmett. ?Why don?t you go
upstairs? I?m sure the servant will show you your room.?
?If
I were your servant, Mister Kinney,? Emmett said, slightly pouting, ?I
would be clearly underpaid.? He took the bag and linked his arm with Justin?s.
?Come on, baby. I?ll show you the bridal suite.?
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Justin
liked the room. It was big and had valuable castle furniture and? the cat fur carpet was dark blue like his
pyjamas. He blinked and made a quiet purring sound. Then he got down on all
fours a little awkwardly and peered under the big bed. There was blue carpet
too and he really would?ve preferred to see the cat with the blue fur. Surely
it was silky and wonderfully soft.
It
knocked on the door and ?Hh!? Justin bumped his head on the wooden bed frame.
It hurt and he rubbed the sore spot with his hand.
?Hey.?
Brian entered the room and furrowed his brows. ?What are you doing down there??
Justin
didn?t say anything and looked at the prince in alarm. Certainly he broke his
head ?
??on
the bed.?
Brian
went closer and inspected the blond head in silence. Then he tousled the
longish strands, ?It?s okay. Just a little bump.? and walked over to the
window. The St. James institution looked like a huge, grey box in the dark. ?Do
you like the bed?? He turned around to look at the young man.
?Yes.?
Justin sat still on the floor, stroked the soft carpet with his left hand and
wrapped the right into his hair, while gazing blankly up to the ceiling. ?Sleep
with?sleep with Prian.?
?Everyone
needs their own bed.? Brian saw the bag near the wardrobe and nodded in its
direction. ?Why didn?t you unpack your stuff? Put it in the drawers.?
?Yeah.?
Justin stood up and rocked slightly back and forth.
Brian
watched him for a moment and then got closer and wrapped his arms loosely
around a small waist. ?Are you okay? You want to go back ?home? To your room??
?Yeah.?
Justin held his eyes steady towards the ceiling, but his left arm came slowly
up to lay in Prian?s back. ?Be with?be with my prince.?
?Hmm.?
Brian rubbed the tip of his nose against Justin?s cheek and then kissed the
warm crook of his neck. ?Brian.?
?Yeah.?
Justin?s blue eyes flickered and five thin fingers started to pet a strong
prince back clumsily. ?Prian?Prian Kinney. One five two one nine Pittsburgh
Pennsylvania USA.?
?Aren?t
you a clever devil??
?Yes.?
?Hmm.?
Brian nibbled at the smooth flesh behind Justin?s ear for a little while and
then lifted his head to look in the boy?s face. ?You want to unpack now??
?Yes.?
Justin avoided the visual contact. ?Certainly kiss?kiss Prian?s mouth.?
The
older one smirked. ?What if I want to kiss Justin?s mouth??
Justin
didn?t respond for a moment, but then heaved a deep sigh, while his fingers
clung into the back of Prian?s shirt and his cheeks became a nice shade of red.
?Yeah.? He pushed himself up on his toes.
Brian
caressed the side of Justin?s face, then slid his fingers behind the boy?s ear
into the blond hair and touched his lips slowly to a dark pink mouth.
Justin
whimpered as he felt the prince?s tongue snake between his lips and squeezed
his eyes tightly shut because his stomach made a flip and his whole body
tingled. Prian tasted like sugar and sweetness and blue sprinkles.
?Hmm.?
Brian pecked Justin?s mouth for a last time and moved back a little, rubbing
the boy?s neck. ?You taste good.?
?Yes.?
Justin looked at the prince pleadingly. He wanted to kiss more and to?
??lick
Prian?s belly??
Brian
smiled slightly but shook his head. ?No. Go, unpack your stuff. I?ll call you
when dinner?s ready.? He kissed Justin?s nose and left the room.
Justin
blinked, licked his lips and pressed his fingers to the fly of his pants, as he
looked at the closed door. Of course now his penis was all?
??hard
again.?
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When
the phone rang ten minutes later, Brian sat at his desk, doing research for his
newest account. He didn?t pick up.
That?s
what princes had their servants for after all.
?Good
evening, the Kinney residence. Emmett Honeycutt speaking.? Emmett twittered in
the phone with one hand in the hip. ?Oh hi Michael! Yes, hold on a minute, he?s right here.? He
covered the mouth piece of the receiver, while he talked to his boss. ?It?s
Michael.?
Brian
reached for the phone, without taking his eyes off the screen. ?Hey.??
?Hey,
Brian, Ben said you wanted me to call??
Brian
looked through a few files he had on his desk. ?Hmm. Your professor is one of
the fast kind, right? I told him that on Monday.? ?evening. Three minutes past
eight o?clock, with the smell of cheese sauce and antiseptic spray in his nose.
?I
know.? Michael laughed. ?I?d have called earlier, you know? But you?re never
home. I mean, do you actually ever leave the office? You not even come to
Babylon anymore.?
?Hmm.
Was busy.?
Michael
laughed again. ?You?re a fucking workaholic! Just like Richard Gere in this
movie with the dental floss.?
Brian
frowned. ?Pretty Woman??
?Of
course.?
?Yeah.
Right. The movie with Richard Gere and the dental floss, is the best
description I?ve ever heard. God, sometimes you?re so-?
?Pathetic.
I know.? Michael laughed a third time and Brian wondered why. ?So, you think
you can tear yourself away from work tonight and meet me at Babylon ? Ben has
to stay in late.?
?Hmm.
I hope he?s hot.?
?Who??
?The
guy your Professor?s fucking while he?s staying in late.?
?Brian!
He has to take care of a few things at work. That?s all.?
?Hmm.
I hope he fires the guy who delivers the water.? And the cleaning lady.
?What??
?Nothing.
Listen, I can?t go out tonight.?
?Brian!?
This time there was no laughing. ?Why not?! We haven?t gone out together for
like an eternity!?
Brian
shook his head and furrowed his brows because the layout for the new vermicelli
campaign had to be a fucking joke.?
?Sorry Mikey. I promise we?ll hook up sometime next week.? He put down
the phone and shouted for Emmett. ?When?s dinner?!?
?Fifteen
minutes!? The domestic help called back and clapped happily as the timer for
the chocolate cookies rang.?
?Hmm.?
Brian closed his laptop and left his desk to go upstairs. ?Justin?? He called
from the corridor and then again, a little louder. ?Justin?! Are you done?
Dinner?s almost rea-? He opened the door of the guest room and looked at a neat
line of clothes and other stuff, set up carefully on the blue carpet, like a
battalion of tin soldiers. A pare of white underwear next to an old fairy tale
book, beside blue socks and a long noodle necklace, which lay right beside a
brand new Nintendo DS and a blue pyjama. But Justin was nowhere to be seen.
Brian
entered the room, looked around, bent down to peer under the bed, sighed, and
went out again to a corridor with eleven different doors. All closed.
?Justin??
He got no answer and went back to the stairs to call down. ?Emmett! Is Justin
down there with you??
?Noo-o.?
His servant sing-sang back.
?Hff.?
Brian rubbed his forehead in frustration, ?Damned brat.? and went to his own
bedroom, where he kept such lovely things like lube and blue dildos. ?Justin??
He opened the door, looked around and saw a small glimmer of light, coming from
the bathroom. He pushed the door open and found an open toilet lit and a half
naked Justin in front of the big mirror, with his pants around his feet.
Rubbing himself against the smooth marble stone of the washing basin.????
Perplexed,
Brian stopped and brushed a hand through his hair. ?What are you doing here?!?
It was a question asked in surprise but it sounded angry.
And
Justin looked at him with slightly parted, red lips and a desperate look in his
blue eyes. ?Think of?? He sounded like he might cry. ??think of Prian.?
Brian
stared back, no emotion on his face. And he looked in the mirror and his
features softened. And he closed the door without a sound and went silently to
stand right behind Justin. He took hold of the boy?s wrists and pulled them up
above his head, and in the next moment, an old grey sweater lay on the
expensive tiles on the floor.
Brian
kissed a naked shoulder. ?You think of me??
Justin
blinked with heavy eyes in the mirror, watching the beautiful prince behind
him.
?Do
you feeling warm inside when you think of me, hm?? Brian kissed a pale neck and
met the young man?s gaze in the mirror. ?You feel like you have to touch me??
He wrapped his arms around a naked body and caressed a flat belly. ?You want me
to touch you??
Justin
whimpered. His head felt dizzy and almost too heavy to hold it up any longer.
?You
want me to kiss you?? Brian nipped at a pink earlobe and licked it then
briefly. ?To lick your skin??
Prian?s
hot breath tickled Justin?s ear and his knees felt soft like bird feathers. He
sobbed and let his head fell back on the prince?s shoulder.???
?You
feel like you might explode.? Brian told him in a whispered voice and kissed
the side of the boy?s face gently. ?Look into the mirror, Justin.?
The
blue eyes followed the quiet instruction after a moment and saw a smiling
prince. Justin found he looked prettier than he ever had looked in the book.
Brian
reached for Justin?s hand and guided it to the hard manhood, standing up
straight towards his belly button. ?Wrap your fingers around it. Like that. It
feels good if you hold it tightly.?
Justin?s
eyes fluttered shut and Brian drew his arm around the small waist tighter to
hold the blonde upright. He covered Justin?s fingers with his own, and helped
them to stroke slowly up and down.
?It?s
okay to stroke yourself, Justin.? He whispered against Justin?s flushed cheek.
?If you think of me, the next time you?re alone in your room?over in the
tower??
?Hhh.?
Justin?s hand began to shake. He felt Prian?s hardness at his butt and pressed
back with a deep sob.
??if
you think of me and you want me to touch you and lick you,? Brian said and
squeezed his fingers around the smaller hand briefly. ?When you think of me
kissing you, then its okay to touch yourself like this.?
Justin
panted noisily and tried to push himself up on his toes, but his knees got week
and he shuddered and sank whimpering against the taller man behind him.
?Stroke
your dick, Justin.? Brian spoke with wet lips into damp blond hair. ?Do it for
me.? He pulled his own hand away and looked into the mirror. ?Do it for Prian.
Come on, stroke yourself.?
?Hhh.?
Justin wanted to cry. His arm felt heavy and the whole world spun around him
and everything smelled like Prian and his heart beat so fast.
?That?s
it. Don?t stop.? Brian pulled the young man flush against his body and got a
tight throat as he stared into the mirror. At the beautiful man he held in his
arms.
And
then the blue eyes opened and looked at him in panic. ??certain?certainly??
?Sssh.?
Brian held him securely up and placed a guiding hand over the shaking fingers
again. ?Look into the mirror, Justin.?
And
Justin did and cried out in alarm and surprise, when stream after stream of
white fluid shot out of his penis and all over the magic mirror wall and the
bottle with the prince foam soap and Prian?s beautiful hand. And then his legs
were gone and he fell and fell and everything was bright and soft and light.
And when the clouds disappeared he was in Prian?s arms and wonderful whispering
words in his ear.
?Feeling
good?? Brian kissed a hot earlobe and pulled it between his teeth for a second.
?Look into the mirror, Justin.? The boy did and Brian held a sperm covered
finger in front of red lips. ?Taste it.?
?Yeah.?
Justin?s eyes went up to the little lamps at the ceiling, but he poked his
tongue against Prian?s finger.
?It?s
not piss. It?s sperm.?
?Yeah.?
Brian
spoke quietly in Justin?s ear. ?If you touch yourself like this, it feels good
and sperm comes out of your dick. It looks different than piss.?
?Yeah.
My?my dick.? Justin felt hot and tired and wanted to sleep a little.
?Yes.?
Brian moved two steps forward and turned on the water to wash his and Justin?s
hands. ?Your dick. It?s another word for penis.?
?Yeah.?
Justin looked still upwards, but he liked the warm water and foamy soap on his
hands and the beautiful prince so close behind him. He wondered what Prian?s?
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Prian?s penis is name?named.?
Brian
didn?t flinch nor hesitate as he reached for a fresh towel and answered the
question. ?Prian?s penis is called perfect nine Inch.?
?Yes.?
Justin nodded.
?Hmm.?
Brian did too. ?You want to eat dinner now?? He turned off the light.
?Yes.?
Justin tried to pull his pants up while he followed the prince with small
steps. ?Certainly fried bird and dirt?dirt cookies.?
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