“Hey,” warm breath on my face, and I’m pulled off the dance floor at Babylon, Brian gripping my wrist and pushing a bottle of water into my hand. “Drink this, you know you always get dehydrated when you take E.”

I drink the bottle quickly, the water feels amazing sliding down my throat. Everything feels amazing. The bottle slips out of my fingers to the floor and I settle my eyes on the bright lights of Brian.

He pulls me into his embrace, leaning back against the stairwell, and our bodies press together tightly, hot from dancing. I slide my palms around his waist, titling my hips to the music, pushing up, pressing my cock into his groin, swaying back and forth and letting the music wash over me and make me move. His hands run up and down the bare skin on my arms, leaving trails like fire in their wake... I want more... his knee lifts between my legs and brushes against my balls... I press harder against his leg and slide my crotch up his thigh.

“You’re being admired,” Brian says, and points across the floor.

I turn lazily and my eyes meet with a cute guy with dark hair. He grins at me as our gaze falls together. Can’t help it, I smile back.

“Not bad,” Brian says, pushing his hand down the back of my pants. I try to raise up on my toes so his finger will touch my hole.

“Yeah,” I agree, just saying the word, not really thinking about it or anything. Christ, I’m so fucking horny and just wanna fuck, get fucked, fucked up, kiss... want cock down my throat or my dick in an ass... want to do everything and anything… 

Slither up and down Brian’s thigh, his finger sliding farther into my pants, my body screaming touch me, touch me, touch me! But Brian’s hand slowly pulls from my ass and he motions for the guy to come over, sliding his knee from between my legs and pushing me gently back against the stairwell beside him. I sigh grumpily and resist the urge to touch myself.

The trick’s eyes dart from Brian’s face to mine and back again, looking at both of us, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth nervously to touch at his lips.

“You like him?” I read Brian’s lips as he whispers in the trick’s ear, motioning towards me.

The trick nods, and takes a tentative step towards me, then Brian pushes him to his knees, in front of me, quickly unbuttoning my fly with his other hand. I lean back against the stairwell, gripping the wire railing to hold on.

“Suck him off,” Brian says to the trick, pulling my dick out of my jeans. I’m almost embarrassed at how hard I am just from this, but I can’t fucking help it. E always makes me horny.

The trick smiles up at me. “Gladly,” he says, taking my cock between his fingers lightly, touching me softly, too softly at first… but then I let my eyes slip close and… hhhhmmmm... oh… first touch of unfamiliar lips to my cock always feels amazing. Don’t know how he’s gonna take me, don’t know what to expect, the anticipation such a huge part of it...

Soft lips, a kiss, a lick and then... Jesus Christ, can he swallow cock. I bounce a little on my toes with the rhythm, his tongue is pierced, and the barbell slides on the underside of my dick, hot metal skimming across my skin, pushing into my piss-slit, flicking around the head and oh fuck, back inside his tight lips, so wet, so warm.

Brian pulls one of my hands off the stairwell, and eases my fingers down his pants—his cock is hot and wet, pre-cum leaking out. I glance at him, and he wears this lazy smile, a little wasted, watching me, eyes half-closed and I know he’s gonna fuck me so goddamn hard tonight, it sends this spin of ecstasy through me just thinking about it.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” he says, this wide grin on his face and I smile back, my face warm and flushed and feeling so hot, so good… mouth on my cock, sucking me soft and hard and so… oh… need to share…

I slip open the button on Brian’s jeans with shaky fingers and pull his cock out of his pants, urging him closer, guiding him towards the guy on his knees in front of me... grab a handful of the trick’s hair and stop him from his up and down and up and down... he looks up at me, smiling, dark brown eyes and full red lips shiny with spit and my pre-cum. I tap Brian’s cock against his cheek, and Brian snorts a little, looks at me...

But then I watch as Brian’s eyes roll up into his head as the trick takes him inside his mouth, still fondling my cock with his free hand, but giving me a chance to breathe again...

Then, oh, back to me again, licking my cock head, rubbing that fucking tongue barbell into my slit... Brian edges closer to me, puts his hand on my chin, pushing my face to his and we kiss, hot breath washing out over each other, then Brian sucks in a sharp breath and I feel his warm cock pressed next to mine... the trick takes both of us between his lips, sliding his spit-slicked hands up and down our cocks, forcing us both further into his mouth.

Wow… wowowowow… I’m up on my toes, and Brian’s slid down the wall and our dicks and our mouths are the same height and we’re fucking connected and feeling the same fucking thing and oh Jesus Christ...

Intense...

Our hands meet, pressed against the back of the trick’s head, guiding him, encouraging him, and we weave his hair between our fingers and then our fingers across each other, and we all move together...

Kisses intensify and Brian’s hand is on my cheek, pulling me closer to him, biting on my lip then tongue-fucking my mouth, and I open my lips wide, covering his mouth with mine... I’m so high and horny and charged up and this feels so good, too good and oh God, God, God… he gets me there and I let go, release, fly....

Waves of it, over and over, my dick throbbing with each spurt and then Brian’s dick is pulsing beside mine, jerking as he cums, and I fucking feel it, all wrapped up in the trick’s mouth.... we kiss and kiss and kiss, moaning into each other’s lips and it seems to go on so long, but it’s just the high keeping me here... just the E soaring through my veins and skull, making everything seem better and bigger and fucking louder... but Jesus Christ, it can’t get any better than this.

I look down to see the trick licking our cum off his lips. Brian rubs his thumb across the guy’s chin, and brings it to my mouth, cum shining on his skin, then presses it against my lips and I dart out my tongue, pulling his thumb inside, sucking it all off.

The trick stands up, grinning at us. “You guys are fucking hot,” he says, moving closer to us, his fingers reaching out to touch my arm.

“Get enough?” Brian says, and the guy shrugs.

“What else you got in mind?” he asks, but before the words have even finished leaving his lips, Brian pushes him against the stairs face first.

He leans in close, running his hand down the trick’s back. “I’d suggest you hold on,” he says into his ear so loud I can even hear it.

I stumble back a little, pushing my dick back into my jeans, knowing that Brian’s going to fuck him. Don’t feel like watching tonight. Maybe I’ll find someone to fuck. My dick is still tingling and the music is vibrating through me, keeping my buzz on.

But Brian grabs my wrist.

“Hey, where you going?” he says, pulling me back in. He pushes open my jeans and grips my semi-hard cock, couple of strokes, and I’m fucking rock hard again.

He pulls a condom out of his pocket, tearing the top with his teeth, and I watch amazed as he rolls it on my dick. He stares at me, smiling, not even looking as he pulls down the trick’s pants.

Leans into my ear, so close, hotly breathing on me. “Fuck him,” he says, twisting my body against the trick’s back, his hand on my cock, stroking me lightly. Goosebumps prick up on my arms despite the humid air in the club and I feel shaky and so fucking horny. This is too much. Brian is so into too much these days.

He stands behind me and I hear the crinkle of another wrapper, and hunh, oh God, I get this totally overwhelming, like holy fuck feeling in my stomach as I realize that the trick isn’t the only one getting fucked.

I press my face into the back of the trick’s neck, smelling the sweat and testosterone leaking out of him. Fuck me, fuck me, he chants over and over, rolling on his heels, back into me. I kick apart his legs, pushing his pants down as far as I can, and smooth my hands over his ass, then grab onto the wire stairwell, my hands beside his.

Brian’s hands slither around my waist and position my dick at the trick’s hole, guiding me. I push in a little, feel him clamp down around me, that first tight squeeze. He tips his hips back, trying to get me all inside him, but I wait... then Brian’s cock is pressing at my hole and I push down inside and then tighten my ass, pulling him into me. A burst of breath against my neck, a deep laugh...

“Fuck, Justin,” he chuckles, his forehead pressing into my shoulder blades. I relax into him, and let him guide me all the way... let Brian show me what it’s like, what it can be like. He pushes hard into me and it rams my cock into the trick and we all just sigh at the same time. God, it feels so good, so full, so tight... so everything. Brian’s lips on my neck, hands gripping me hard... the trick pressing up against the stairs, massaging my dick with his ass, adjusting to me, taking me... I do the same to Brian, clenching my ass over and over, till he groans behind me, and I know he’s ready to fuck me hard.

But instead, he puts his hands tightly around my waist, holding me so close to his body, holding me back on his cock... instead of moving in and out of me, he guides me to slide in and out of the trick, Brian and I completely connected, he stays buried in me the entire time. Deep inside me, pulling me in and out of the trick, pushing me back in hard, sliding out deliberately, slowly, easing me back and lifting me up on my toes, then back down on my heels for different angles and sensations and holy fuck, it’s all too much, all too fucking much...

Brian fucks the trick through me. Fucks him as though my cock was his. Teaches me what it’s like to fuck like Brian Kinney.

Never had this before. Never had this control before. This intensity that’s so unlike the urgency I always feel. That deep need to fuck hard, fast, to get off now, now, now... to make the other guy cum from my cock, to stroke him or jerk him off till I’m rewarded with that super intense tightness on my dick when he cums... burying my cock in him, pumping my load into the condom deep inside his ass.  No, this... this is different. This I’ll remember. This...

.... ahh...

... is going to be over way too soon. Feel that hard clench on my dick, the trick pushing back on my cock, reaching behind to grab my thigh, pulling me in farther.

“Make him cum,” Brian whispers harshly into my ear, and my fingers scrabble around and take the trick’s fat cock in my hand, jerking him off quickly. He moans and pushes back into me, his hand covering mine as his dick slides through my grip.

“Oh yeah, fuck, yeah,” the words leave his lips, incomprehensible as I get faster and his dick gets hotter and I feel that twitch, feel his fingers squeeze mine, hard, painfully, and I keep sliding in and out and in out and...

Oh God, he starts to cum, swearing loudly, squeezing my hand in his so hard, and his ass clenches up so tight and I groan, can’t help it, fuck, feels so good, his hole grabbing my dick and trying to push me out, but Brian pushes me into him, my chest bumping up against his back... hand pressed hard into the middle of my spine, and Brian starts to fuck me, hard, cock slamming into me over and over and pushing me so fucking close... God, my dick is pushed into the trick and I can’t control it, can’t do anything, just try to remember how to stand and take it and take it and take it and and and, oh fuck fuck fuck... that deep burn inside and then white lights and oh, release, release release, cum spurting out of me into the condom buried up the trick’s hole. And then Brian’s right behind me... pounding into me, ramming me further into the trick and making my eyes water and Christ, it’s too intense, too much, and I’m slack and exhausted... Brian grips my hips and pulls me out of the trick, and I feel like I’m flying now, dizzy and wasted and tired and and and...

Brian slowly pulls out of me, peeling the used condom from my dick, and pulling up my pants. I fumble at the button and zipper, but it’s so hard, just so goddamn hard, and I lose everything and fall into his arms, giggling stupidly, feeling out of control and tired and crazy...

He closes my pants and starts dancing with me again, holding me close and kissing the side of my face.

The trick puts his hand on mine again and looks at me and Brian. “I could come over… you know… if you wanted more-” Brian kills him with a look and he stops talking.

“Get lost,” Brian spits at him, and the trick looks at us, stunned, then backs off, jerking his hand away from me, stepping back from us and disappearing into the crowd. Brian’s fingers wrap up into my hair and I forget about anything, everything else, just focus on Brian’s mouth on mine, Brian’s breath pushing out over my face, Brian’s palm cupping my head, Brian’s tongue slipping across mine, Brian’s hand pushing down the back of my pants, Brian, Brian, Brian...

Oh Brian...

He pulls me to the dance floor again, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and I spin around and dance, feel light-headed and relaxed from the great fuck, feel connected to Brian and everyone here, feel intensity and mellowness, and just the music pounding, pounding, pounding...

“Get enough?” he whispers into my hair, and somehow I hear him over the music in the club.

“Never enough, you know that,” I mumble then laugh out loud.

“I taught you well,” he grins and kisses me hard, the lights and music and the world spinning endlessly together.