by Ashton

"Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now i'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands
And now I wanna be your dog
And now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Well c'mon"
- I Wanna Be Your Dog by Iggy Pop

I sat quietly at the round table with the two other men and tried my best to appear thoughtful. In truth, I just couldn't focus on what Jerry Devine, the older guy, was saying - it all sounded like gibberish. What the fuck was I doing in a high-class restaurant like this anyway? Wasn't it humiliating enough that I passed out in the kid's face when he tried to shake my hand? I still felt like a fucking fool for that. I mean, the kid had been all excited too...like he actually thought I was somebody worth meeting. What'd he say again? He liked my music? Thought it was tops...smashing...best of the lot? At least I think that's what he said before I passed out. Even though I'm not certain of his exact words, I still remember that he complimented my music...and I remember he that he had sounded genuine when he spoke. I had no intention of embarrassing myself any further. When the waiter came to take our orders, I passed on the food and ordered myself a drink instead. Hell, I wouldn't even know which fork to pick up first.

Jerry could have been talking Egyptian for all I cared...he was basically talking out his ass anyway. I had to grin to myself when I christened him "Jerry the Talking Asshole" in my head. The guy was obviously a vulture and he already knew I was in deep shit. He was humoring me...as if he really believed I might not agree to whatever terms were offered. If the guy wanted a blowjob to finance my music - I'd probably have gone along with. I was broke. Any income I had earned over the last couple of years had gone straight into my veins. I'd been trying to stay clean, had actually been on the methadone for awhile - but my career was at a standstill. If I didn't catch a break soon...I'd probably be done, there wouldn't be any future left for me in the music industry.

I figured this meeting was a golden opportunity...this was the break I'd been hoping for. So why couldn't I concentrate on what Jerry the Talking Asshole was saying? I shifted my gaze so I could take another look at the kid, Brian. He rolled his eyes at Jerry then smiled over at me shyly. It suddenly hit me. I'd been having such a difficult time concentrating on Jerry because I've been sitting across from HIM. I could hardly keep myself from staring at him...he was fucking beautiful...like no man I'd ever seen before. My heart skipped a beat each time he peered over at me. Man, the gods had nothing on this kid...he was flawless with perfect ivory skin and these finely chisled features. His eyes were an incandescent shade of blue and his full pouting lips were glossed over in pearly pink lipstick. Fuck. His mouth was unbelievable....I could feel my cock twinge inside my leather pants as I looked at him. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. Great..now I had a tremendous hard on. I was brought back from my daydreaming by the sound of Brian's velvety timbre.

"What Jerry's trying to say is do you want to come to London to cut a record?" Brian captured my wandering grey eyes with his own and he held my gaze steadily. Did I want to cut a record? Of course I did. I nodded, trying my best not to look too eager.

"Oh yeah - cool." I respond, Brian smiled and his face lit up. I'll be damned if he didn't look at me with his heart in his eyes. I had to resist a sudden urge to crawl aross the table and attack him, all I could think of was crushing those soft pink lips against mine.

I could hear the pitch of Brian's voice rise with excitement as he asked me what they could do to help me. He asked me what I needed. I thought of confessing...of telling him in livid detail exactly what I needed him to do for me. Then I thought better of the notion. I couldn't just blurt shit like that out...well, not to him anyway. I figured I'd have to be more refined. He wasn't some groupie or bar fly. He was different. Brian was poised and polished...an air of elegance hovered about him like subtle perfume. His very presence was intoxicating, I was anxious to be alone with him...to have him all to myself for a short while.

"Everything." I huffed with a slight grin. Our eyes met again and I felt like I was going to drown. Brian's eyes glittered, the electricity between us was enough to make my knees weak. When I spoke, my voice was raspy...

"See, heroin was my mainman. But I'm on the methadone. I'm finally getting my act together. I mean...You say you wanna help? I say far out. You can be my mainman." Brian's lips parted slightly in surprise, then he broke into the most winning smile. A faint blush spread over his fair cheeks. God, he looked dangerously enticing...I'd never known such a brazen little tart. I had to leave, I couldn't stand the torture of sitting so close to him with Jerry breathing down my neck.

I stood to leave and pushed my chair in. I could feel people turning to stare at my attire...my black leather pants and platform boots didn't quite fit in with the decor of the restaurant. I deliberately adjusted myself in plain view of the spectators...just to be crude. Sometimes, old habits do die hard.

I circled the table and hesitated beside Brian, I rested my hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.

"Wanna go out for a walk?" I let my arm snake over to the magneta scarf he's wearing around his neck. I purposefully took it in my hand and gave it a gentle tug.

"Oh! Um...Yes. Yes...I'd like that. Okay, Jerry?" Brian raised his eyebrows and he searched Jerry's face for approval. Did Brian need the guy's permission to shit too? Jesus...it's only a walk.

"You two go...get to know each other. I'll have the papers drawn up by tomorrow morning Curt. I'm looking forward to working with you." Jerry stood and shook my hand, making me grimace involuntarily. I nodded and turned to leave...I couldn't wait to escape the man. Jerry gave me the creeps...made me uncomfortable and left me with a terrible sense of foreboding.

I swaggered through the crowded restuarant to the door. Brian kept close pace with me, he was so near I could breathe in his scent...a light powdery fragrance. As we made our way to the sidewalk and away from the restaurant, I hung back and lit a cigarette - taking full advantage of the opportunity to check Brian out from behind. Christ, he was wearing the tightest fucking pants I'd ever seen, every curve of his lean body was emphasized beneath the taunt velvet material. Adorning his feet were a pair of outrageous purple knee-high boots with incredibly tall heels...and I had to admit, the beautiful fairy knew just how to strut in them. His hips moved just enough to tease as he flounced along. I got a hard-on just looking at him. I was almost embarrassed. Almost afraid he'd look down and notice the enormous buldge apparent in the front of my pants. Still, I couldn't help drinking him in. Brian exuded blatant sexuality, everything about him made me itch just to touch him. But I wasn't just lusting for Brian, I was in awe of him. He stopped and turned to face me, giving me time to catch up to him.

"I'm pretty sure there's a park up ahead. I figure we can make that our destination." I took another drag of the cigarette as we continued our walk. There were a few moments of silece before either of us spoke again, then Brian's voice broke the spell.

"I saw you...once....about a year or so ago at an outdoor festival in England. You were incredible...the audience abhorred you and you dropped your trousers to them. You made quite an impression on everyone. Myself included." Brian spoke in a soft breathy voice as he related the incident.

"Those who find ugly meaning in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming." I muttered with a chuckle, voicing my thoughts aloud.

"You read Oscar Wilde? That's incredible, so do I..." Brian's eyes widened, he appeared to be pleasantly stunned.

"Surprised that I can read?" I shook my head at the irony of the situation and grinned.

"Oh no, not at all Curt! I didn't mean to imply that in the least! It's just that Wilde is a favorite of mine. I guess I'm just delighted that we have him in common." Brian explained as he grabbed my arm affectionately. I liked the feel of his arm linked with mine...I found it strangely comforting.

"Yeah...whatever." I attempted to be tactful as I shrugged and changed the subject, "So you're the man behind Maxwell Demon?" I found the whole concept of a pop idol inventing an alter-ego brilliant...at least I thought it was at the time. I could easily see why it appealed to the masses.

"Ah, yes...the alien and I are one in the same." Brian snickered, peeking over at me with an amused expression on his face.

When we finally made it to the park, I was relieved to see that it wasn't very crowded. There were stragglers here and there, but very few. It was a crisp autumn day in New York, there wasn't a whole lot of sun to be outside enjoying anyway.

"So, why'd you come looking for me? Really? I mean, I can't see how I could help YOUR career any." It was something I had to ask even if I made him uncomfortable with the question.

"Well," Brian paused for a moment. I could tell he was searching for the appropriate words, "I wanted to offer you a hand is all. After I saw you perform at the festival, I kept close watch over your career. When I heard you were between managers, I urged Jerry to persue the situation."

"Thanks, man." I stopped dead in my tracks. I could hardly believe he'd take such a personal interest in my career. I was beyond flattered. No one ever went out of their way to be fucking kind to me or do me any favors.

"No. Don't thank me just yet. I must confess to having hidden motives as well. I find you intriguing, Curt Wild. The rock folk lore, the stage antics...they attracted me to you from the very start. I suppose I wanted to get to know the real you." Brian chewed his lower lip nervously. I found him completely irresistable. He wanted to get to know ME better?

Acting on an impulse, I cupped his face in my hands and pressed my mouth to his lustrous lips with mine. They surrendered easily, parting to invite my probbing tongue inside. I slid it in, exloring his warm mouth, tasting his delectable sweetness. Brian caressed and teased my mouth in return, slithering his hot tongue arcoss mine. I groaned against his tantalizing lips and could feel my cock beginning to throb torturously between my legs. Ruggedly, I grabbed at his ass with both hands and pulled him up againt me. I ground my hips against him with demand, pressing our engorged cocks together. Brian gasped softly.

"Ohh...Curt, I want so much to feel you." He whispered between arduous intimations.

"I wanna fuck you Brian....God, you feel so good." I broke away from his lips so I could read the expression on his face. Our bodies were still locked together tightly. Brian's face disclosed his fervent longing, he was noticeably eager to be fucked. He purposely brushed back and forth against me with his rigid cock as he panted heavily through his parted lips...his silvery blue eyelids remained partially closed. I couldn't help but envision him as a bitch in heat. Brian's evident arousal was so seductive that I thought I'd cum at the mere sight of him. Then, without warning, I felt Brian's girlish hands clutch me from behind. He thrust his narrow hips against me ruggedly, mashing our stiff cocks together again as he moved his hips in a primal humping motion. I couldn't control myself any longer. Brian was more than I could endure.

I was only vaguely concerned of our being in a public park. I didn't care enough about that to hold back. I ran by hand down between Brian's legs to appreciate the generous protrusion resting there, his cock felt massive pressed against the palm of my hand. Cupping him through his pants, I was encouraged to find him hard as a rock...his purple velvet pants were soaked at the crotch by his pre-cum.

"Brian?" My voice cracked and came out in a husky whisper.

"Yes Curt...yes....please touch me.."Brian kissed my lips again. A guttural moan escaped from my throat. With one fluid movement I grabbed him by the thighs and lifted him so he could wrap his long sinewy legs around my waist.

Our mouths worked hungrily, seeking to devour and possess each other completely. I pushed his back him against a nearby tree that was partially concealed by shrubbery.

"Drop your fucking pants." I demanded, my voice urgent and husky with desire. I set him back on his feet and untied the scarf that hung around his neck.

Brian obediately slid his tight pants down to his boots. When he released his cock from the confines of his pants, I regarded it lustily, admiring it's wide girth and length. I dropped to my knees and feasted on it, lapping the leakage from it's dripping head. I encircled his shaft with one hand, jerking pre-cum up from the base, forcing it out into my anxious mouth. I intentionally grazed the mushroom shaped head of his dick with my teeth and bit down on it gently. I heard Brian suck in his breath.

"It's okay...I know what I'm doing Bri." I whispered hoarsly, "Why don't you show me what you like baby?" I opened my mouth wide and flicked my tongue out at him playfully. Brian grasped his cock and brought it to my welcoming mouth. With his own hand he rubbed the head around on my outstretched tongue and against by lips, glazing with over in his pre-cum.

"Take it...take it Curt...in your mouth.." Brian moaned as my hot tongue rotated around the head of his member and traced the delicate skin just beneath.

Those were the words I'd been waiting to hear. I gave the underside of his shaft a final stroke with my tongue and slid my mouth down over his cock. I sucked at him rigorously, fucking him with my mouth at a rapid pace.

"Oh yeah..yeah Curt...just like that...oh God..." Brian purred as his graceful fingers tangled in my long hair. His thrusts grew more forceful, more demanding as his moans grew louder.

I slid my hand over the smooth curve of his bare ass and began to prod my index finger against his hole. God, he was fucking tight...unyeilding at first. I pushed into him with more duress, driving my finger past the resisting muscles until I was deep inside him. I jabbed in relentlessly, making certain I brushed his prostate with each lunge of my finger. His asshole was so hot and constrained, I grew impatient to be inside him, to feel him impaled on the entire length of my cock.

"Oh fuck Curt...I'm g-going to c-cum...in your mouth." Brian gasped. "Oh god..oh....yes...yes." I felt his body tense as his cock began rhythmically pumping his thick, heavy load into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed his seed greedily attempting to suck him dry of every last drop.

When I was absolutely certain there was nothing left, I pulled away, releasing his semi-limp dick from the hold of my mouth. Brian dropped to his knees facing me and kissed my lips tenderly, his eyes dreamy and sedate in the wake of his orgasm. My hand was already fumbling at my zipper, tugging it down to pull out my lasciviously engorged cock.

"Brian, sit on me...come on" I said laid down on the grass and gestured to him with my hand. Brian sat and hastily ripped his pants the rest of the way off. He crawled over to me stealthily, with all the agility and cunning of a wild animal circling it's prey.

He swung a leg over my torso, straddling me...wearing the purple boots and blue jacket. He was like an erotic apparition, like something out of my pubescent wet dreams. Bizarre and perfect. Bewitching and lovely....dangerous and beautiful.

Brian grasped my cock and rubbed it against his hole...using the excessive leakage to lubricate his tight ass. Impatient, I heaved my hips upward...stabbing him forcefully.

"Fuck!" Brian winced for a moment. I couldn't contain myself any longer...I felt I'd already been waiting an eternity to fuck him. I pierced him over and over again, thrusting with quick hard jabs until I could see Brian finally begin to relax and submit to the the exquiste pleasure that eventually came after the biting pain.

Brian inched up and down on my length in a painstakingly slow rhythm. His muscles clamped tightly around my cock like a vice, magnifying even his slightest movement. I was almost afraid he'd squeeze the cum right out of me...before I even had a chance to lay back and enjoy being fucked. I could hardly bare to look at him hovering above me in all his slendor, he was just such a vision of lovliness. He was so so bold...so unashamed as he vocalized his pleasure in feminine moans and cries. I glanced down at cock as he rode me...God, he has fucking hard again.

"Oh...Brian...oh god..." I groaned huskily, feeling my eyes roll back into my head. Man he was just too sweet.

"Mmm...you like this, luv?" He asked breathlessly.

"Oh yeah..I like..I fucking like baby.." I could feel myself begin to loose control, I couldn't take the combination of him above me and the hot tight hole that surrounded my cock.

"Me too..oh shit Curt..your cock feels so good. You're so fat you hurt me." Brian picked up his pace, fucking me harder and faster. My dick never felt so good. Nothing had ever felt so good. Brian grabbed his mammoth cock in his delicate little hand and began to stroke himself as he moved on me. Oh Christ...it was just too fucking much. In a frenzy, I lifted my hips off the ground and began shoving up into his hole with all my strength.

"Ahh..oh....oh...C-Curt...fuck me..god yes..give it to me..." Brian jerked himself harder as he took my fiercly stabbing cock inside him to the hilt.

My dick throbbed wildly and I felt my orgasm hit full force. I was blinded...my body shuddered. I felt the thick cum jet out of my swollen cock as I emptied myself in his ass, it was a beautiful release...a rush..a high. My breath caught and I felt as if I might pass out.

Just as my orgasm was fading, Brian began to cum again. I watched him in the moment of his climax with wonder, his face a picture of pure ectasy. Brian's hot dense load shot out onto my chest and chin.

"Ohhhh..."Brian sighed with his eyes closed.

"Jesus, Bri. Oh my God." I took a deep breath and caressed the inside of his naked thighs. He was so incredible. I didn't want to go limp. I wanted to stay up inside him forever.

"You were..are..incredible." Brian smiled and rolled his eyes at me. I had to laugh at his adorable gesture. Brian dismounted and laid beside me. I rolled on to my side so I could look down into his face.

"You're beautiful Brian..."' My finger gently traced the curves of his lips before I bent down and kissed them lightly. He was so soft. No man had ever been as touchably soft as Brian.

"Hey now..Curt...we'd better head on back. We can't lay here in the flesh all night now can we?" Brian teased in a mild tone.

"Aw...come on." I laughed, glancing down at my shirt, "You made a fucking mess on me man. Wow."

I sat up to remove my jacket and the soiled shirt beneath it. I threw the jacket back on over by bare torso and used the dirty shirt to wipe my neck and chin. I watched Brian slither back into his ultra tight pants, feeling a bit lost. What now? I lit a cigarette and glanced around the park, I felt strangely sad. Like I'd just given part of myself away to Brian. Not just my cock..but something inside me. I shot a glance his way.

"Hey Curt? Do you think you could take me out tonight? Someplace different? Nothing stuffy or fancy...someplace fun?" Brian had come up alonside of me and entwined his arm in mine. He still wanted to be with me.....Jesus, why did that realization feel like such a relief? Why was I suddenly so afraid he'd disappear?

"Cool..yeah..let's do something. How about an amusement park? Even been to one?" I asked taking his delicate hand in mine.

"No! But I'd just love to go! Oh yes, that's perfect Curt!" Brian exclaimed and squeezed my hand excitedly. I grinned over at him. Nothing this good normally happened to me. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I didn't feel like my life was a waking nightmare. I was elated, but my inner voice warned me to proceed with care. Battling my addiction to heroin was a horror...I wasn't sure I'd be able to recover from the pain of a broken heart. "Cool. That'll be far out. When do you wanna go? I mean what time? I think they close earlier now...it's like the end of the season."

"Well, I was just thinking Curt. If it wouldn't be too inconvenient for you, I'd really like it if you'd stay in one of the rooms at the hotel. I mean...I could come to you there." Brian gazed at me with trepidation, "I don't want to push Curt, I'll understand if it's not something you're comfortable with."

"No! I mean, no you're not pushing...I wanna be close to you." I stated firmly, stopping to face him. Brian's eyes sparkled from behind his long mascaraed lashes. I raised my hand and caressed his cheek with my fingers, the black of my nailpolish shocking against his fair skin. So beautiful...he was just too fucking beautiful.

"Really? Well then...we should hurry back this instant! I'll secure the room and have my driver take you to fetch your belongings!" Brian beamed.

"Alright." I rested my hand on his neck and pulled him to me once more. Our lips met tenderly in a sweet, chaste kiss...sealing the agreement.

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A couple hours later, I found myself back in the hotel lobby handing my ratty old suitcases over to the bell boy. Brian was there waiting for me, he held up the keys to my room and dangled them before my eyes with a grin.

"Here you are!"

"Thanks man. Damn, you look good. Real good." I reached to take the keys from his hand, making sure I made eye contact as I paid him my compliment. Brian was dressed in black; tight black velvet pants, black high-heeled boots, and an extremely tight long sleeve black shirt. The only bit of color he wore was the shimmery pink scarf around his neck - the very same shade of pink as his lipstick.

"And you, Curt Wild, look like a hoodlum...and I must say, I find that very exciting.....and irresistable." Brain smiled coyly and fluttered his eyelashes.

"Don't tease Brian, or you won't make it to the Amusement Park." I warned, throwing my arm around his shoulder.

We climbed into the back of Brian's limo and I told the driver where to take us. Brian took a bottle of champagne out and waved it at me playfully.

"Do you want to drink this now luv?"

"Sure." I nodded. I actually could've used something a bit stronger than champagne to calm my nerves. Brian made me feel such an incredible mixture of emotions that I trembled inside.

With great skill, Brian poured out the glasses of champagne and handed one to me.

"A toast Curt - to us! Together everything and anything is possible...we ahall reach the stars!!" Brian laughed jovially, touched his glass to mine and downed the champagne. Before long we gave up on the glasses and passed the bottle back and forth between us.

Brian seemed so alive, so full of festivity as he chattered away during the drive. He wasn't the distant, soft-spoken young man that he'd been earlier with Jerry lurking nearby. This Brian, the real Brian, was full of merriment as he spoke of his dreams with child-like wonder. He practically bounced out of the limo when we arrived at the amusemant park. It was apparent to me that he was just thrilled to be out on his own - doing something just for sheer enjoyment. Watching him brought an amused smile to my lips.

Brian tittered girlishly and shrieked on the rides, he waved his arms in the air and made ridiculous faces at me. My sides ached from laughing heartily at his lunacy. I found his behavior endearing. Brian was warm and affectionate as we walked through the amusement park. He hung on my arm and kissed my cheek several times, uncaring of who might notice. I couldn't recall a time I'd felt quite so content or happy. Happy? The word had been foreign to me for as long as I could remember.

I bought Brian cotton candy and we sat to rest on a bench.

"Mmm...this is very good...sweet." Brian said catching a piece of the pink cloud between his lips.

"Not as sweet as you." I teased, plucking a piece of the cotton for myself.

"Oh...that reminds me. I have something waiting for us back at your room. A surprise." He raised his eyebrows and grinned mischieviously.

"What?" I prodded.

"You'll just have to wait and see, Curt. Have some patience." Brian dug his tongue into the candy, making it dissolve.

"Man, you're such a fucking tease...tell me!!"

"Why don't we just go back now then and I'll show you? Seeing as you're such an impatient fellow." Brian stood up and held his hand out to me, I clasped it tightly as we made our way back to the limo.