Chapter 9: Drawing Conclusions
Justin lay back upon his bed, his hands behind his head. He had
everything set up perfectly. Red satin sheets, vanilla scented candles, rose
pedals all over the room. He was ready for a night of passion. The boxers he wore sat upon his hips perfectly. His bare chest was glossed in baby oil. All he waited for was Britney's arrival. He was a bit nervous. This one night would
determine his fate. Even so, he had to be cool, if only for Britney.
He heard a soft rasp upon the hotel suite door. "Right on time,"he
said as he got up from the bed. He walked up to the door and slowly opened it,
peeking his head out into the hallway. "Hey baby, close your eyes."
A grin formed on Britney's glossed lips. "Why? You have a surprise
for me?"
"Yes, now close 'em."
She obliged and he guided her into the room. He closed the door and
locked it before taking his place back upon the bed, putting his hands behind his head once more. He had that look of pure, unadulterated seduction on his
face. "Open your eyes."
She slowly opened her eyes and peered around before setting her gaze
upon the figure on the bed. She grinned. "Is all this for little ol' me?"
A smirk formed at his soft lips. "Of course, It's all yours baby."
She didn't have to be told twice. That sexy, hot, and very willing
man that lay in that bed was all hers. She was going to take full advantage of
this. She removed her clothes bit by bit as she progressed over to the bed.
Once she had stripped down to her naked flesh, she climber up onto the bed
and took her place on top of him.
She straddled him and began to grind against him as she leaned down and
kissed his neck, causing a moan to escape Justin's throat. He reached
up and caressed her firm, supple breasts. His thumbs grazed across her
nipples, causing them to harden from his touch. She removed his last article of
clothing he had on before easing her hot, wet pussy onto his long, hardened
cock. She began to rise his stiff member, eliciting a series of moans
from Justin. She let out her fair share of moans as well. She drove him to
his orgasm, along with her own. She eased herself off of him and lay beside
him.
Their bodies were coated in a thin layer of sweat. Justin got up from
the bed and put his boxers on in silence. He then sat at the edge of the bed
and put his face in his hands. He was reflecting on what had just taken place.
What just happened with Britney had been very different. Before, when he and
Britney had sex, it was more than just sex. They worshipped each
other's bodies and the emotional feelings outweighed the physical. Now, it was
only sex. It was very good sex, but just sex nonetheless. Plus, during the
course of it, all he could think of was what it's be like if it were JC
instead of Britney.
Britney found it odd that she and Justin weren't cuddling at that moment.
Something was wrong. They always cuddled after making love. "Justin,
are you alright?"
"I'm gay. I can't believe this. I'm gay."
"Justin, shut up. You are not gay,"Britney said.
"Britney, we aren't working out. We should just end this for good,"Justin said, picking up his head.
"What the hell is wrong with you? So you just used me for a piece of
ass and now you're saying you're gay as an excuse to break up with me? Is
that it, Justin?"
Britney was pissed. Justin knew that. "Brit, I felt no love for you.
We were just fucking. I know that things will never be the same between us. I
think we should end it now before we have anymore regrets."
"You are a complete asshole. Don't ever fucking call me!"Britney
yelled as she got up from the bed and quickly put her clothes back on. She
stormed out of the suite once she was dressed and made her way downstairs.
Tears flowed freely down Justin's cheeks. He was gay. It had begun to
sink in. He was never one to pay any attention to titles, but that title
seemed to get under his skin. He was gay. Gay isn't a negative word really. So
he liked men. Gay meant happy, didn't it? He knew he'd be happy if he were
with JC.
~*~*~*~*~*~
JC lay upon his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His suite was
right next door to Justin's. He heard them. He had heard their cries of
pleasure. He had heard everything...well, everything he willing himself to listen to. In the duration of their passion, he had turned them out. Whether Justin knew it or not, he had led JC on. He led him to believe that he had a chance. Despite Justin saying what took place in the Toy Room shouldn't have, it did. Now, Justin had been making love to Britney, or so JC thought. He was hurt. He wasn't sure if he could look Justin in the eyes, let alone speak to him. It seemed that Justin had finally made up his mind as to what he
wanted...and it wasn't JC.
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