I pull up to Master Zee's and Bryan is waiting at the curb with a small wrapped gift box.  He jumps in my Jeep all smiles like the stunningly beautiful fairy he is.  I can't help but grin back like the Cheshire cat wishing I were 20 years younger, 10 times more good looking and, well, a top.

"So ... do you have to be right back after the movie?" That was my oh-so-subtle way to ask what orders from Master Zee does he have.

Bryan knew the game, "When it comes to you I am allowed a lot of leeway."  Hmmm, that's weird.  Master Zee must be up to something.

While we drove to the theater we chatted aboutt this that and the other thing deftly avoiding any conversion about Dean or my situation.  I tried not ask about the little gift box in his hands ... the curiosity was tearing me up.

Bryan insisted on paying for my movie ticket and then our sodas and popcorn.  I was getting a little irritated that it may be pity making him do this.  Grrrr.  The movie was good ... surfing buddies discovering they were in love with each other, making mad passionate love, then outside forces tearing them asunder and their love is lost.  Both of us were sobbing and holding each other like little girls!  We had to wait in the still dark theater as the credits rolled and terrible music whinnied before we were calm enough to go out in public.  Nellies do have their pride!

The Saturday crowds were at their worst, swarming around us like bees to a hive in the hot summer sun.  We were all the way to my Jeep before I realized we'd been holding hands the whole time.  I got very uncomfortable.  Thankfully Bryan didn't realize it or didn't care and off we went.  "Let's go to dinner.  I'm famished."

"No doubt.  When's the last time you ate?  Three days ago?"

"Hey!  A Lady's gotta keep her figure, y'know."

"Um.  Sure."  It was bound to happen, my "fat button" got punched.  And my movie-churned emotions threw me down the stairs.

Bryan looked at his feet, "Well, we don't have to eat.  Let's go to the beach!"

"No.  We should eat." I tried to smile "Its not like one meal is gonna make a difference."

"Why don't you come to the gym with me?  I can help."

"Thanks.  But I can stand the Sports Erection ... too much S&M."  Bryan laughed.  The gym was called "Sports Connection" but since 99% of the staff and clients were fags and nearly naked ones at that ... the "erection" name came into being.  For those of you wondering "S&M" in this instance is "Stand & Model" typically any bar or venue where gym-tweaked, gorgeous twinks go to preen and be seen.

I changed the subject, "Equator it is then." Its a Brazilian restaurant.

"I love that place."

We found a parking spot, unusual on a Saturday evening in this neighborhood, on the street just a block orr so away.  And, because 6:30 pm is a little early for the nightlife here to begin we had our choice of patio seating.  Bryan took the (what I refer to as the) honeymoon table ... way back, somewhat private, very romantic with the wall water fountain on one side and jasmine climbing the wall to the other.

I ordered a vodka martini, cooked (pepper vodka shaken over ice with a few drops of hot sauce and a small pepper as garnish); Bryan, of course, went with a cosmo.  As we both watch our waiter's ass as he walked away, Bryan finally brought up the little gift box.  

I giggled and the wrapping had seen much better days ... wrinkled, slightly damp from being clutch for the past few hours ... Bryan looked at it and put on a pout.

"It's supposed to be for you but it looks like shit now."  I couldn't help but laugh. "Fuck."  He thrust it out to me.  "Here, asshole."  He grinned.

I took it and made a bit of drama shaking in next to my ear, squeezing it, smelling it .. "Just open it, will ya?"

I tore open the remainder of the wrapping paper and pulled the top of the box off and pulled out ...

... a CB2000!  Just as Enrique, our waiter came with our drinks.  I crammed it back in the box.  He smiled at me in a way that made me think he knew the whole story. 

Bryan giggled.

I took a swig of my drink and pulle dthe CB2000 out of the box.  "I'm not sure I get it.  I already have one."

"No.  You have the 3000.  Go on!  Put it on!"

"Huh?  Here."

"No.  In the bathroom silly."

"Not all the parts are here.  It might not fit."

Bryan nearly spit his Cosmo through his nose.  "It'll fit.  I've seen your cock up close ... how many times?"

I turned red. But, it got my challenge up so I grabbed the box and went to the boys room passing Enrique on the way.  He smiled at me again.  He seemed like someone Dean would know ... I wandered what Dean may have told him.

I stepped into the bathroom and took out the ring and pin and cage and lock placing them on the counter.  The key wasn't in the box.  Bryan - or more likely, Master Zee - was playing a game.  My cock twitched at the thought of being locked again.

I dropped my pants, put the ring on and stuck the locking pin through the hole.  I took the cage and slipped it over the head of my cock, aligning the pins.  My cock started to swell.  it felt soo good.  And the smaller 2K made me "feel" it.

The door to the bathroom opened and Enrique stepped in.  He smiled.  Frankly, he smiled too much for my liking ... like he was really hiding something.  He looked down at my cage-encased cock in one hand and my lock in the other hand.  "You need help with that?"  Before I came out of my shock he snatched the lock from my hand, grabbed my cock roughly with the other one, yanking me toward him.  He slipped the locked through the pin and clicked it lock.  He smiled and walked out the door, leaving me standing there, stunned and shaking, pants down around my ankles.

I grabbbed up my pants and practically ran back to the table tryng not to look for Enrique.  "What took you so long?  It's not like you have put one on before."  My cock swelled and throbbed in the cage.  It felt sooo good to be locked.

"Where's the key?" 

Bryan grinned, "I have it."

"Ohhhhhh, I see."  It WAS a game.  There was a challenge here.  I decided I would call his bluff and not say a thing.

Dinner arrived along with another round of drinks.  I'd known Bryan for some time but had only recently considered him a friend and started having "real" conversations with him.  He was a fuckin smart kid.  Yet, he lived as a full-time slave.  I didn't know whether I should be sad for him or jealous of him.

We had another round of drinks after dinner and were nicely buzzed.  Before I took the last sip of mine Bryan pulled out a little metal box - like the kind mints come in - and pulled out some party favors.  "Here."  He held out two for me, white and blue ( a blue diamond viagra).

"Uh-uh.  no thanks."

"Awww, c'mon.  I finally get out to play and you won't play with me."  He put on his most exaggerated pout.

I couldn't take it ... he was just too fuckin' cute.  I took the pills and gulped my last bit of martini.  He popped a few himself, "Great!  Let's go!" and grabbed my hand.  

I headed toward the car. "No.  No.  THIS way."  and he lead me across the street and east toward the bars.

He knows I hate bars.  I'm too self-conscious about my weight and always think everyone is better looking than I.  Before long he lead me down and alley filled with studly twink boys, dozens of them.In the middle of the alley was a door with a blue light above it and a surly muscle-bear in front of it.  "Ohhhh how 70's!" I thought.

Kids were lined up to get in and stared at Bryan and I as we walked around the rope and straight to the bouncer.  He was tho only one more than half my age.  Without a pause he leaned forward and opened the door for us and, before the door closed we heard the cries of "Unfair!""Hey!  What about us!"

Idon't know what they were worried about ... it was barely after 10 .. for them it was still early.  For the club, things seemed to be hopping.  I caught a whiff of weed and Bryan grabbed my hand leading me down the scent trail.  In a rear booth were two studs Bryan's age sharing a joint.

"Hey guys!  This my friend, Jack. As in you don't know ..." and he plunged into the booth, grabbed the joint, took a drag and handed it to me.  I didn't think and dragged on it hard.  It'd been awhile and I nearly started gagging.

I felt very out of place and uncomfortable.  Plus, the viagra and whatever (probably e) wre now coursing through my system.  Suddenly, despite the fact I had had four orgasms just that morning I started feeling like I was having a cum rage ... like I'd been locked for months!  I needed cock in my ass and I needed it right then! 

Bryan grabbed my hand, "Yo'kay?"

"Yeah" I drawled, "Just really horny allofasudden."  He giggled, "Good.  Means we can dance now."

Dawn finally came ... that was the game!  He wanted to go dancing and couldn't get Zee or Creek to go, so he got me ... and he knew the only way he could get me out there - especially amongst all those beautiful boys - was to get me whacked.  But, the weed made that thought disappear as fast as it entered my head and I was on that floor "dancing" and having a great time.  Bryan's hand were all over me and mine all over him.  Then they were on someone else's body, and someone else's.  Perfectly muscled.  Tits pierced.  Gorgeous blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dark.  I wanted to fall to my knees and suck him right there.  Then Bryan was back in my arms.

Several times we went back to the table, slammed drinks and pills and toked and then back to the dance floor.

My clothes were soaked.  My heart thumped.  Finally, I told Bryan we HAD to go.  I had to get into the cool night air.  He jumped into my arms all giddy and cute.  Kissed me hard on the lips.  We were like that for awhile.  It felt soooo good.  He grabbed my hand and we worked our way through the door.

The shock of the cool night air woke me up a bit and I felt so much better.   As we weaved down the alley I realized everything looked funny; everything was in a dim grey light ... it was dawn!  I'd been dancing since 10!  I hadn't done that since ... well since I was Bryan's age!

"Fuck!" he yelled, "Fuck"

"What?"

"I still wanted to go to Steve's house."  I didn't know who Steve was.

"I think its time to go home."

"Awwww."  He did his cute little pout.

"OK.  Where then?"

"Your place."

"Well we better get going fast, cuz I'm really in no shape to drive."

"I'll drive!"

"That'd be a "NO""

We struggled into the Jeep and I immediately got onto the side roads to take us home.  I can't remember getting there, it seemed to happen so fast.  We tumbled through the door of the house, laughng and giggling like little girls.

We made it down the hallway toward my room, but Bryan steered me toward the bathroom, "We stink."  We stripped and stepped into the shower together.  Despite how I feel about my body I'd been naked in front of him many times before ... plus I was wasted.  We washed and soaped each other.  Giggling, splashing, tickling each other.  Kissing when we felt the desire to.  

Our hands explored each other and our fingers probed, both of us gasping in pleasure as fingers reached into our holes and rubbed prostates.  My cock hurt as it finally managed to get erect after all that alcohol.  Bryan dropped to his knees, licking my balls, fingers pumping inside me like little pistons.  God it felt good.  I needed cock.  Suddenly we were kissing and out of the shower, drying each other.  We were wrinkled we'd been in the shower so long.

We crossed the hall to the bedroom.  I flopped onto the bed on my back.  He went to my dresser.  "What are you doing?"

"I bet I know where your fun things are!"  I groaned.  "Bryan baby."

Of course he knew where they were, he'd heard me tell me stories, seen them written.  He opend the bottom drawer, "Niiiiiicce."

I started to slip into slumber to the sound of metal buckled clinking.

Suddenly, I felt cold slippery fingers thrust between my legs and spear my hole.  I came full awake as he jammed his lube-covered fingers up my ass.  He smiled wickedly down at me as he wiggled them.  I threw my head back and moaned.  There was a pause and when I looked up Bryan was strokingthe huge dildo of the strapon, slathering it with more lube.  My eyes widened as he grabbed my ankles and lifted them aiming the dildo toward my hole.

"God, I'm gonna love this!"  He said, pressing the tip of the dildo to my hole.  I relaxed with a sigh and the tip popped into me.  I groaned in pleasure/pain as the rest of the rubber cock pushed its full 11" into my guts.  "You ok?"

"Yes.  YYessssss." and he started thrusting.  I reached to grabbed my cock to jerk it and felt only the hot plastic cage.  I moaned again.  Bryan moved my ankles to his shoulders and he leaned forward stretching my muscles to their limit and his mouth met mine.

Have I ever told you how much I love kissing the man that's fucking me?  Even if it's a strapon dildo strapped to another chaste guy ... the feel of cock inside me and the hots lip of my lover pressing mine, tongue probing ... GAWD!

My arms wrapped around Bryan.  My body started to shake.  My legs quivered as he made full use of the strapon's  11 thick inches. He started slowly, of course, but quickly worked up to a machine-like drilling.  I couldn't keep my liplock on him as an anal orgasm consumed me.  Bryan just fucked me harder.  I was squealing like a stuck pig, moaning, groaning ... my whole body shaking. 

My painfully hard, locked cock started to drool cum.  My balls kept getting crushed between the leather strapon harness and theCB ring.  My balls couldn't take it any longer and my cock let loose an explosion of cum as painful as it was pleasurable and the waves of my anal orgasm kept exploding from my hole outward through my body.

Finally, Bryan powered down, sweat dripping from his soaked hair once again.  He leaned back, the dildo yanking out of me and making me feel very empty.  My hole kept throbbing ans pulsing.  My cock hurt like hell, but finally started shrinking.

Bryan got off the bed, took off the strapon, and reached into his pants.  He leaned over me and unlocked my cock.  He pulled the CB off and sucked my semi-hard cock into his mouth.  He slurped my cum off my stomach and climbed next to me.  He kissed me, sharing my cum with me.  He pulled away and grinned.  "How was that?"

"Fuckin' fantastic." I reached to play with his nipples.  I wanted somehow to return the favor.  He grabbed my hand.

"It was fantastic for me, too."  He laid his head down on my chest, closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep.  It took me awhile to come down but I soon followed Bryan into sleep.