Brandon had met clients before. Suits, accountants, idea men ... they all seemed pretty much the same to him so he didn't expect too much from the toothpaste guys. How wrong could a guy be?

The offices of the Middleton Meyers Pharmaceutical Company was in a non-descript building in Lower Manhattan, standing in the shadow of a dozen other such behemoths. That was the outside; the inside was strictly out of this world.

Huge rotating mobiles filled the lobby ceiling made up of giant toothbrushes and of all things ... teeth. Brandon and Alan both stood with their mouths open the minute they stepped inside. It seems MMP owned the first floor suite, very posh.

"Don't say a word, Brand ... these are serious people," Theresa said. She walked over to the reception desk and smiled. "I'm Theresa Stanford to see Mr. Jacobs."

The receptionist picked up her phone and called someone. They had plenty of time to gape at the mobiles and the monster sized pair of dentures which served as a coffee table in front of a red plastic couch. Brandon didn't dare look at the boy; he'd already heard a few muffled giggles. One look and they would both crack up and earn Theresa's wrath.

OK, these were clients, they paid the bills. Serious stuff when talking several hundred thousand for the average ad campaign. But who had designed the lobby ... Dr. Suess? Brandon almost lost it with that thought; fortunately a man came through a side door to greet them. At least he looked normal ... no clown shoes or squeaky red nose.

"Mr. Jacobs, this is Alan Bennett," Theresa said by way of introduction.

Alan was all business as he shook the man's hand. Brandon smiled and they followed Jacobs down a hallway to a conference room. At least this room looked business like, nothing funny here. They sat at a large round table and waited until two other guys arrived. The media specialists Brandon presumed.

The men all stared at Alan and of course he smiled ... that twenty-four carat moneymaker of a smile. Theresa passed out copies of the digital prints and the guys smiled back. Dates were discussed, plans made and within an hour Jacobs had signed on the dotted line. Turns out he was really Dr. Jacobs, the VP for research and development. Brandon didn't know if there ever was a Middleton or Meyers.

Lunch was served on the tenth floor in a room that would have made a great movie set about French kings. Marie Antoinette herself seemed to have done the decorating. It turns out Mr. Middleton collected antiques, he explained that when he finally showed up.

Brandon learned that this was a joint ownership company, an international partnership of German and American interests. That explained Meyers, but Middleton was a real character. He shook Alan's hand and congratulated the boy on his steady grip.

"American youth has gone soft, young man. You seem like a strong lad, you play sports?"

Brandon gave the boy a nod to tell the truth. "No, sir ... I grew up on a farm in North Carolina." Alan's words seemed to resonate with Middleton.

"Really? My family were farmers in Kansas for generations, guess I spoiled that dream when I went to college. Hard work, endless days ... I hated it myself. But you turned out all right, young man. Proves that saying 'what don't kill ya makes you stronger,' I learned that early on in my young life."

"Pretty much the same here, sir," Alan replied. "So how did you come into all this, sir? Did you learn the business in college?"

"Education is the only way, young man ... may I call you Alan?" The boy nodded and Middleton continued. Brandon glanced down the table and saw Jacobs take on a resigned expression; he'd heard it all before. Theresa was trying to look interested, but her focus was still on Alan and his interaction with Middleton. The man really seemed to like the boy.

"I had to work my way through school, Alan. Every penny I made went to my tuition and books. I had little left over for food and the needs of life, but I had a plan. A man dreams and someday if he works hard enough he achieves that goal and the dream comes true. I wanted to be a football star."

"Football? But ... but this is far from football, sir. I would have guessed medicine." Alan seemed genuinely surprised and that made Middleton chuckle.

"You would think that, and you would be right. I studied medicine and dreamed of football. And then twenty-five years ago the two came together. I had made close friends on the football team in college. Kansas State was my alma mater in those days. And one of those men became a star in the NFL.

"Well sir, he called me up one fine afternoon and asked me to come see him while he was in town. It was a hot day, a typical Kansas barn burner of a day. And worse this friend of mine had an important game the following afternoon. We talked about how the players suffered in the heat, dehydration and cramping being the worst effects of all that tough activity. Can you guess what I told him?"

"Um ... oh, yes," Alan said. "You figured out a way to beat the heat."

Middleton slapped the table. "Absolutely right."

Jacobs jumped about a foot in the air, startled out of his lethargy. Theresa cracked a huge smile ... Alan was the real star here.

"I told him how the body wasted all these important chemicals it really, really needed as they sweated. Replace the chemicals and wham ... you have hydration and no muscle cramps. I took him to my tiny laboratory; the company was small back then. But we worked on nutrition programs for the government; I had everything I needed at hand.

"I mixed up some nutrients, glucose and several other ingredients and tasted it myself. It was pretty bland so I added a couple of cups of Tang, that orange drink the astronauts used and wham; I had what we call a sports drink today."

"Did it work, sir ... did your friend win the game?"

"No, sorry to say he messed up his knee pretty badly ... but he got the team to take my drink in that ninety-eight degree weather and they won the game without him. Needless to say I sold the patent to those greedy cola folks, who tried to screw me in the process. I used that money to partner with my old friend Meyers and here we are today."

Alan beamed and damn near applauded. Middleton smiled at the boy's enthusiasm and Brandon knew right then ... the boy had this contract for life. Lunch was served, a light meal of soup and salad. Middleton explained it was unhealthy to eat a heavy meal in the middle of the day, it killed productivity. But the soup was exquisite and no one was surprised.

Middleton personally walked beside Alan as they headed back down to the lobby; he seemed to have great affection for the boy. Brandon walked beside Theresa and she couldn't say enough about Alan's maturity and personality.

'That suit was worth every penny, Brand. He wears it like a man. You do know that Middleton has dozens of products out there on pharmacy shelves. This may turn into a big deal."

"Try not to sign us into anything exclusive, Theresa," Brandon said. "He's just getting started."

"No one ... and I mean no one has ever pleased me as much as that boy did today. He just might get my job before this is all over."

"Theresa, you own the company ... there is no job for you to lose," Brandon laughed.

"Yeah, but I better at least hire him as VP or something before he starts his own and puts me out of business. Damn, sweetie ... and he's only sixteen. Ten years from now he'll be on top of the world. You lucky man."

"I hope, I haven't asked for a long term commitment ... I can't he's too young to understand what that means," Brandon said.

"He loves you. I see it in everything he does. He might understand a lot more than you'll ever know. Give it time, you're still nurturing him and bless you for that," Theresa said.

"Thank you, I needed to hear that."

Theresa had the limo drop them off at the hotel. She declared that Alan should do nothing but rest before the shoot tomorrow. It would be a long day, she was right. Alan hugged her, once again thanked her for the suit and kissed her on the cheek. Brandon swore he could see tears in her eyes as the car pulled away.

The hotel lobby seemed to pause as Alan walked in looking like a million dollars. His confident air had the desk clerk scrambling to see if there were any messages, there were not ... but there would be. An adoring public awaited Alan's splash on the slick pages of a dozen magazines, they just didn't know it yet.

They rode upwards in silence and got off on their floor. The key, the door, the suit hung in the closet, and then Alan whooped with joy.

"We did it ... we did it. Theresa was so happy she cried," Alan yelled as he ran around the room. He came to a dead stop in front of Brandon. "We did it ... all because we're in love."

Brandon grabbed the boy and kissed his neck, his face and any other part he could find. Alan pulled off Brandon's suit coat, then the tie, giggling the whole time. The dress shoes and pants, shirts and ties all went in the closet until they were left in shorts.

Alan flopped on the bed, bouncing around with joy. Brandon sat down and took his hand.

"I am so proud of you, sweetie. You did everything right today. I watched with pride and knew that I was in love with the smartest ... the best young man in the whole world."

Alan gazed into his eyes and they kissed, falling on the bed in the process. Brandon wrapped his arms around the boy and hugged for all he was worth. Alan laughed and they kissed again, longer this time ... harder. The tensions of the day dissipated, they were just two people in love.

Alan broke off the kiss, and climbed on top of Brandon, stretching out on his chest. Brandon caressed the boy's head as Alan lay down, arms sliding underneath Brandon's shoulders.

"Middleton really had me going with that football story. I was sorta thinking it was all a big lie he made up."

"Could be, maybe he did it to entertain you," Brandon said.

"Oh God ... those teeth," Alan said. They both started laughing at the lobby decor. "If you had even looked at me I would have died," Alan said.

"I knew it too," Brandon said, laughing even harder. "And Theresa would have killed us both."

"Oh yeah," and then Alan lost it. He laughed so hard Brandon was afraid he'd make them both fall off the bed. But this was good, the tension was all gone. But somewhere in all this madness it was replaced with something else.

Brandon became aware of Alan's hardness pressing into his stomach and his reaction was immediate as well. The boy seemed to press against him, the laughter dying away. The pressure took on a passionate urgency and their bodies seemed to melt together. The boy pressed down once again.

"Alan?" Brandon said.

"Oh ... please ... love me Brandon ... love me."

The boy was humping his stomach and Brandon's cock turned to steel. His hands slid down to Alan's butt and fingers grasped the fabric. Alan slid his hands downwards, snagging the waistband of his shorts and pushing them down. Now there was only one layer of cloth between them.

Brandon felt himself pushing back, the urge too great to resist. Alan moaned with pleasure and his fingers took hold of Brandon's shorts. Every move exposed more of his cock and Brandon allowed it. The sudden heat as their exposed cocks came in contact made him groan.

The boy had the shorts pressed below his ball sac and Brandon reached down to help before their movement caused him real pain. Now they were belly to belly, cock to cock and the boy pressed harder. The movement caused them both to ooze and suddenly it all became slick down there. Brandon grabbed the boy's ass, his fingers digging in, pulling them closer.

Alan gasped, turning his head, his lips searching for Brandon's. Their kiss was frenzied, lips and tongues trying to blend into one. Their thrusts became more defined. The boy moaned in his mouth and Brandon felt the buzz through his lips. So slick, so passionate...it was like totally fucking for real.

Suddenly Alan pulled his head up and groaned. "Oh shit ... oh ... oh ... ahhh." And Brandon felt the boy flood the space between them ... it was all he could handle and he too lost control. The flood increased as Brandon let go, groaning with the effort and trembling like a leaf.

The spurts from them both seemed to go on forever, the release so great. And then Alan collapsed, becoming dead weight on his chest. Brandon felt the boy's harsh breath on his neck. They lay gasping like two dying fish out of water. The pain of it ending so soon ... the pleasure of the memory still lingering.

Brandon lay still, realizing he had lost the battle ... Alan had won. But he would always win, it was ordained. God watched out for this boy and gave him strength and courage far beyond his youth. Helpless to deny it, Brandon could not love him any less than this ... they would become lovers in every sense of the word. God help me, Brandon thought, he rules my life.

"Thank you," Alan whispered. "I know you didn't want this."

Brandon smiled. No one had ever apologized for fucking him before, even if this was a play fuck. "I surrender ... you win."

Alan pushed upwards, looking down. "There are no winners and losers here ... just lovers."

"Then I better buy some condoms," Brandon said and the boy smiled.

"We made a mess," Alan said, looking down at their stomachs.

"You think? I know you cut lose with at least a gallon."

"Oh you had me beat by a mile; you almost blew me off the bed."

"Blame it on Middleton and his teeth, this all started with a laugh," Brandon said. "And it ends with a kiss." He leaned up and their lips crushed together again. Yes, lovers ... amen.

The shower was never more fun. Nothing like a sweet and tender wash after good sex. But washing the boy only made him feel all sexy again and Alan sported an erection in nothing flat.

"You got a license for that, mister?" Brandon said in a deep voice.

"Oh please, sir ... I just found it on the side of the road." Alan's girly voice made them both crack up. There was nothing feminine about that cock.

They dried off and looked down at the mess on the sheets. "The maid will freak out," Alan said.

"Let her, it's only a few cum stains ... nothing she hasn't seen before. Besides, I plan to blame your overactive hormones. Horny little boy that you are."

"OK," Alan laughed. "Shall we mess up my bed too?"

"Nope ... this time I don't plan to miss a drop, sweetie," Brandon said. He pushed the boy onto the bed and lay down beside him.

Alan smiled. "Are we really gonna start having sex?"

"And where were you ten minutes ago? Ah ... ah ... ohhh ... squirt, remember that? Frottage it's called, probably a French word for dry fucking. It's still sex."

"I mean oral ... and anal ... do you want to do all that?"

"I suppose, that's what lovers do. Look, we've both been very good for a long time. I wanted to wait, but now I see that's impossible. I can't resist you any longer, Alan ... I don't want to.

"But I could never hurt you. If we can't do it slowly and passionately without pain and all that idiotic screaming I won't agree. But you look like a sensible boy ... you may get passionate with my ass first if you like."

"Me? You want me to fuck you?" Alan asked, surprise on his face

"Fuck is such a crude word ... you may pleasure me first if you like, see how it all works."

"I ... I never expected ... well I will if you want me to."

Brandon rubbed a finger on the boy's nose. "I want us both to do everything until we find our place in all this. Maybe you prefer being on the bottom, but it doesn't have to be that way all the time. I'm a give and take kinda gay guy. I want it all to be fun."

"OK, I have the equipment ready ... where do we start?" Alan asked.

Brandon smiled. "Soon, my love ... we have all night."

The middle of the afternoon and they lay in bed, touching ... caring. All these new feelings to be shared and yet it didn't have to happen now.

"We should go do something," Brandon suggested. "Dinner ... a movie? God, this is New York, everything you could ever think about is out there."

"A movie in a real theatre would be nice ... with popcorn, yeah ... let's do that."

It took a short time to dress and then wander down to the lobby in search of a movie guide. The newspaper gave them several choices and Brandon smiled.

"I know just where to take you ... it's someplace famous."

"OK, famous it is," Alan said.

And of course the cabbie turned out to be Sanjay once again, seems this was his coveted territory.

"Welcome, my friends ... what may be your pleasure this afternoon?"

"Times Square," Brandon said, "We'll take it from there."

"Ahh, the most famous piece of real estate in our city," Sanjay began. And they gained a short bit of New York history as the man sped off towards Forty-Second Street.

Alan slid his hand into Brandon's as they traveled. The boy needed to express how good the change in their relationship had affected him. Sharing life as lovers would bring a new dimension to everything they did from now on. Brandon could tell the boy hadn't been this happy since the first day they met.

It hadn't been that long, two months ... sixty-two days? Now he was counting their time together for a good reason. The count down clock had been destroyed, it was history. Now they could measure their lives in moments spent together ... a much better way to live.

Sanjay rolled into a corner of the famous square, an intersection really ... a focal point. And opposite them was the huge billboard, advertising some clothing line this week. Brandon smiled ... someday he was sure...someday Alan's face would be up there. He didn't dare say anything. The boy didn't need to know how real his presence would become in the city, the nation ... maybe even the world.

It would be ironic. Just as he was gaining someone to love the ads would give him away to the public. Then things would change under the scrutiny, the adoration ... the need for everyone to know who this person was. But he would build walls to protect the boy, hire an army if that's what it took. No need the boy had would be ignored ... especially not the need to be loved.

They walked around the square a while, viewing the city at it's best and worst. Here glamour met reality, the housewife and the whores, the rich and the poor ... all trod the same stretch of concrete and asphalt.

Alan stayed close as they passed a homeless couple panhandling at the mouth of an alley. It was hard to see the American dream after viewing something like that, not everyone shared in what freedom had to offer. They found the theatre and bought tickets for the number one comedy in the nation, they had both wanted to see it anyway.

A bathroom break, popcorn and two sodas later they sat in a virtually empty theatre, laughing at the antics of an all star cast. Brandon could feel the momentum building, and he didn't mean the plot. Alan kept in constant contact, a touch of their knees, their hands joining ... a squeeze.

The film ended and as they walked up the aisle Alan put his arm around Brandon's waist. It was time to return to the hotel, the boy couldn't wait any longer. Alan caressed his thigh for most of the ride, leaving Brandon with a painful erection as he paid off the cabby.

They rode the elevator, unspoken feelings left to a glance, a touch and then they were in the room, undressing in haste ... and then Brandon dragged the boy into the shower. The washing only seemed to increase the passions. Alan wanted to touch, to begin the dance but Brandon pushed his hands off, and smiled.

They dried off in haste, falling on the bed slightly damp. Alan was almost glowing from the scrub down and the heat his thoughts were generating. Brandon knew he wanted to taste the boy, to savor the sweetness he knew was there in every pore, every inch of that smooth skin. Their lips met, tongues dueled and they gave in to the passions that had been building for hours.

Alan gasped as Brandon began the slow sensual sweep of his body, fingers caressing, pinching, rubbing, as his tongue followed, increasing the pleasure by leaps and bounds. The boy had his own urges, but Brandon again pushed his hands away ... it was his time to give, to love.

Alan moaned as Brandon's tongue traced its way downward. He groaned as Brandon slid his tongue past the stiffness and tongued his balls, taking them in his mouth. The boy grasped Brandon's hair, fingers clutching, pressing into his scalp.

That tongue seemed to be everywhere as Brandon tasted the boy's flesh, smelling the scent ... the essence that no soap could ever diminish. He spread the boy's legs, raising them, knees bent to expose that exquisite pink flesh. His tongue lapped at the cleft of Alan's ass, teasing, tasting and smelling the aroma of that most secret place. Finally he took the plunge, thrusting his tongue into the hole, ending the tease.

"Oh ... Brandon ... ahhh," Alan groaned, his body pushing upwards as Brandon sunk his tongue into the soft flesh, pressing his nose against the boy's body. He lapped and wiggled his tongue, eliciting groans of delight and only wishing his tongue was longer so that he might taste the core of the boy. All too soon his tongue tired of the workout, and he took broad strokes on the boy's balls, lapping at the globes in their fleshy bag. The flat of his tongue slid up and down the underside of Alan's cock, causing squeals of boyish pleasure. Alan had never ... well maybe, in his dreams.

It would be a short experience, Brandon knew. Alan was primed, and so hot that any major stimulation would send him over the edge ... but it was time to taste what he had sought since the beginning. Brandon mouthed the head of Alan's cock and slid it down his throat.

"Oh ... Brand ... ahhh ... oh God," Alan almost screamed. His body bucked and shook, his head thrashing around on the pillow as Brandon tongued the underside of his cock head. Brandon slid up and down, increasing the suction as he went.

"Oh ... yeah, Brand ... I ... I'm gonna cum ... ahhh ... damn," Alan groaned, his words echoing off the ceiling. Brandon felt the boy's fingers tugging at his hair, and he sucked in quicker shorter strokes. The cock in his mouth swelled, the head flaring outwards and filling his throat ... it was going to explode.

Brandon slid back, leaving the head of Alan's cock in his mouth, allowing room for the eruption. And Alan groaned, his body shook, his back arched upwards and his fingers almost pulled Brandon's hair out as he came. The first spurt slammed into the back of Brandon's throat as his mouth quickly filled with the boy's sperm.

Brandon swallowed, feeling the mass slide down only to have it replaced as successive eruptions flooded his mouth. His eyes looked upwards at Alan's face. The boy's mouth was open, drooling, his eyes squeezed tightly shut ... but he positively glowed with the heat of passion.

Brandon squeezed Alan's cock at the base, sliding his fingers upwards, stripping every drop he could find. And quickly Alan seemed to meltdown, his body slumping to the mattress, his cock still throbbing in Brandon's mouth ... but he was spent.

Brandon allowed the softening cock to stay in his mouth, enjoying the feel ... and the taste of Alan's flesh. His senses were filled with a salty/sweet taste, the scent filling his sinus cavity, thrilling him with every breath he took. Alan lay panting; his hands eased and began to stroke Brandon's head. Finally his eyes opened and looked down, their glances met.

Alan curled his fingers around Brandon's ears and tugged upwards. Brandon slid up and their lips met, tongues searching, sharing the taste of the boy's sperm. His tongue was thick with Alan's essence and the boy sucked, trying to glean some bit of himself and share in the wonder of this new taste. Finally their lips parted.

"I never ... I saw stars," Alan said, the grin quickly spreading across his face.

Brandon smiled. "And I tasted one. God, I love you."

Alan's eyes filled with tears, his emotions releasing the flood, and yet he was filled with joy. "I am the luckiest person in the world ... I have you to love."

Brandon kissed his cheeks, lapping up the tears as Alan closed his eyes and kept on smiling.

"That was incredible ... but you wouldn't let me do anything," Alan protested.

"Hush, sweetie ... I needed to adore you, to taste you ... you'll have plenty of time to feast on my flesh."

"And how did I taste, I never ... well except for what I sucked off your tongue. Did I make a lot? I seemed to cum so fast," Alan said.

"You made just enough to fill me up," Brandon said. "But don't worry, I'll want a snack later. You were so hot I didn't think you would last that long."

Alan smiled. "I couldn't hold out, you sucked it right out of me. And that thing with your tongue, I almost died and went to heaven."

"God can't have you yet, I have plans," Brandon said. "Do you want another shower?"

"Can't I have my turn? I want some of you inside of me too."

"Rest up first. It will take you longer to get what you want from me ... I want to hold you now," Brandon said.

They lay side by side, arms wrapped around one another ... and rest they did. In no time Alan was asleep, a smile still on his face. Brandon could only gaze at his face, mere inches away ... and feel nothing but adoration. Then he slept.

Brandon awoke to the feeling of Alan's lips on his left nipple, the boy would not be denied. He looked down and Alan grinned. "My turn."

Ah, the boy lacked no imagination, just experience ... but that could be overcome. Brandon was already erect as Alan's fingers closed around his cock. Gentle touches, fingers sliding up and down as his lips kissed down Brandon's chest and kept going south.

Brandon lay back, closing his eyes as Alan reached his destination and began to tongue the head of his cock. He tasted the ooze that had begun almost immediately, lapping it up, spreading it around. And those exploring fingers grasped his balls, kneading the soft flesh.

Alan took Brandon's cock in his mouth, spreading his lips wide to engulf the head, and slid down. Brandon felt his cock at the back of the boy's throat and then Alan gagged, pulling back.

"You don't have to take it all, sweetie. Breathe through your nose," Brandon said.

"You swallowed all of me ... I can do it," Alan replied.

"You'll get plenty of practice ... don't kill yourself now."

The boy slid down again, same place same reaction, but he was breathing through his nostrils and wouldn't be put off. A slight scraping of teeth, but then his lips were covered ... and that glorious tongue began to explore.

"Hmm," Brandon moaned, encouraging the divine.

Alan pulled on his balls and grasped his cock at the base. The hand moving below, the lips and tongue teasing the top half of his cock ... Brandon knew this spelled success. Alan backed off, his tongue teasing the slit and then twirling around the head once again.

"Oh ... yeah," Brandon gasped in encouragement.

Fingers rubbed under his balls and Brandon spread his legs for the boy. Alan took the ball sac in his mouth, one globe at a time ... wetting them, drooling copious amounts of spit. Back on the cock head once again as his fingers rubbed ever lower, seeking the crack ... after the prize.

Brandon moaned as Alan's fingers grazed his asshole. One finger began to wiggle down there, seeking entry ... where had he learned this? Brandon pulled his legs up, exposing himself completely to the probe. He didn't think Alan would tongue him down there, that took some mental adjustment ... but he was wrong.

Alan pulled his head back and Brandon knew he was studying the situation. There was hair down there surrounding the target and Alan's fingers brushed it apart before the tongue pressed against it.

"Oh God ... sweetie," Brandon moaned. It had been so long since anyone had been there, had dared to penetrate his being, but Alan went for it. The tongue dipped in and out, quick attacks, gentle retreats. Brandon could feel his body heating up and his fingers reached down, running through the boy's tresses.

The tongue moved north again as the finger pressed into his opening. Brandon felt himself relax and the finger moved deeper. Lips on his cock once again and Alan sucked harder, working lips and finger in a gentle rhythm guaranteed to achieve results.

Brandon toyed with the boy's hair and ears, struggling to keep from pressing that mouth down further. But his body began to move up and down. Alan's finger reached his prostate and Brandon groaned loudly.

"Ahh ... that's it ... you got me now ... " Brandon gasped through clenched teeth. His heart rate was off the charts, his breathing sped up...all the signs were there. That damn finger was driving him crazy and he felt the pressure building deep inside.

"Damn ... I'm gonna cum ... " Brandon warned. "Don't try to take it all, you'll choke for sure ... ease back when I start."

Alan kept on, was he even listening? The finger finally did it. Brandon felt the swell begin and Alan must have too.

"Ahh ... here it comes," Brandon yelled...and he bucked upwards as the torrent was released. He raised his head to watch the boy, knowing it would be hard to manage ... impossible to take all that sperm at one time.

Alan's cheeks swelled outwards and then he swallowed. But it would not stop, his mouth filled again and he forgot to breathe through his nose ... he choked. Brandon reached down to pull the boy's head up and Alan spewed a mouthful out across his stomach.

The boy coughed, choked a bit as he gagged from the unfamiliar taste and then clamped his mouth shut tight. Brandon's final eruptions sprayed his chin and throat, it was all too much. Alan turned away and slid off the bed, rushing for the bathroom. Brandon heard him retch into the toilet and then silence.

He rolled off the bed and followed, finding Alan on his knees, tears coursing down his cheeks. Brandon dropped to the floor beside him and took the boy in his arms.

"I ... I spoiled it," Alan sobbed, his body racked with disappointment and shame.

"No, sweetie ... you were amazing, so fearless to the end," Brandon cooed. "Don't be sad, you did amazing for your first time ... it takes practice."

"I ... I wanted ... wanted to make you happy," Alan stammered.

"And you did ... God, I love you. This will work out, you'll get better and I'll never be happier than I am right now," Brandon said. "No one has ever loved me the way you do."

Alan sniffled and tried to smile. "Really ... you mean that?"

"Oh God, sweetie ... I am so in love with you ... I feel like screaming and running naked down the street."

Alan giggled, and then cleared his throat. Brandon leaned down and kissed him, but the boy pulled away. "I just threw up ... nasty taste."

Brandon laughed. "I'm sure we have some toothpaste around here somewhere."

Alan laughed and stood up. "I wanted to be better then anyone else to show you how much I love you. I won't give up ... I have to do it right."

Brandon gazed up at the boy and saw the strength of purpose in his eyes. There was no denying this boy; he would have it his way. Brandon stood up as Alan went to the sink to brush.

"Imagine the ad copy," Brandon said. Then with a deep announcer's voice he said: "Have that nasty cum taste still left in your teenage mouth? Does sperm still coat your tongue after you sucked off your boyfriend? Try Zippy toothpaste, a gay boy's best friend."

Alan lost it, spraying the white foam all over the mirror as he laughed. Brandon smiled, held up his hands as if he had a camera in them and clicked off a few shots of Alan. The boy rinsed his mouth and licked his lips. "Ready now," he announced and reached out for Brandon.

That kiss was the most passionate they had ever shared. It was beyond their first moments of sex, beyond the discovery that they could please one another ... and right on the doorstep of a deeper commitment. Alan pulled back and looked in Brandon's eyes.

"Are you my boyfriend now?"

Brandon looked in those eyes with all the love he could muster. "I will always be yours for as long as you'll have me."

They dressed for dinner, choosing to favor the hotel's restaurant. It meant coat and tie, not the Armani ... that was too risky ... but Alan looked elegant anyway. His face seemed to glow, his emotions having risen higher than the Empire State Building today. And Brandon knew that meant he would crash early as his body came down from all that glorious feeling. The boy stood before the mirror and brushed his hair.

We have a busy day ahead, not hard work maybe, but long hours of posing. He would get the boy into that million dollar suit and make him look fabulous for the publicity photos. Alan would smile for the camera, but this time it would be different. This time the boy would glow with that inner spirit of their love. It was in his eyes now; it would be captured in the lens.

He couldn't wait until Friday and their flight home. It would be like bringing home a bride ... someone he knew and yet their situation would be changed. He felt married in heart and mind, and Alan reflected those feelings back at him. So young for such a commitment ... but then this was no ordinary boy. He never would be ... they would grow young together.

The hostess greeted them at the door. Her eyes never left Alan's face as Brandon requested a table. She escorted them to a quiet corner and said the waiter would be over for their order. Brandon noticed the looks before the boy felt the eyes turned his way.

He leaned forward. "Are they looking at me?" Alan whispered.

Brandon nodded. "Afraid so ... it's only going to get worse. Do you mind?"

Alan shrugged. "Goes with the job I suppose."

"Once they know your name people will stop and ask for your autograph. They'll want to feel in-touch with you, to have a moment of intimacy with someone so famous. I won't allow photos if at all possible; your image is to be protected."

"No picking my nose in public you mean," Alan laughed.

"Got that right. But fame has its pleasant side too. Other famous people will feel like they know you, like you're a member of the club. You can take that far as you want, but I'll be watching."

"I would never go anywhere without you, Brand. Hmm, will people figure us out?"

"Some will, some won't ... at least while you haven't reached eighteen. Being your guardian will be understood, being your photographer less so. We have time to sort all that out. I can't wait to take you home."

"I miss the dogs," Alan said.

"Yeah, me too."

The waiter interrupted their little chat as he handed them menus. "Any thoughts?" Brandon asked.

"I better eat light," Alan said. "Nothing heavy on my stomach."

Brandon looked up in time to catch the boy's wink. God, he was insatiable.

"I'll have the porterhouse, medium rare, no starch and a side salad, please," Brandon ordered.

Alan smiled, "I'll do the same, and tea please."

"Thank you, gentlemen," the waiter said and he left.

"That woman over there is staring at me," Alan said.

Casually Brandon turned his head, and then turned back. "It's probably not just you, I know her."

"Well she's coming this way," Alan said.

"Figured she would, just sit tight."

Alan looked up as she arrived. Brandon didn't even stand for the lady.

"Brandon, I thought that was you. Back in town so soon?"

"Hello Monica, how's business?" Brandon replied.

"And who's this ... he isn't your son is he?"

Brandon laughed. "Now Monica, you know I'm not old enough ... "

"Well I hope you're smart enough to know better," her attitude was pretty arrogant.

"Monica, enough of that, you want to be banned from this hotel as well? This is Alan Bennett, one of Theresa's new discoveries."

"I apologize, Alan ... you ought to keep better company, dear."

"OK, enough of that," Brandon said, standing up. Their voices had been rising and the hostess had started towards them. He signaled the woman and she rushed right over. "Would you call the police and have this woman removed," Brandon said.

Several waiters approached and Monica backed off. They escorted her to the door and into the lobby. Brandon thanked the hostess for protecting their privacy and then sat back down.

Alan's face was a mask of concern. "What was that all about?"

Brandon sighed. "That was Monica Blumenthal; she works for one of the tabloid magazines. I had them sued several years ago for using some of my photos without permission. She wrote an article about me for revenge, outed me in the process. She's a hateful person; I avoid her like the plague."

"What a bitch ... will she do something back?"

"If I see her again I'll have her arrested for stalking you. I'll make sure she's not allowed back in this hotel. She's not allowed in most of the major hotels in this city already, I was surprised to see her."

"That's ridiculous, I'm gonna tell Theresa about her tomorrow," Alan said.

Brandon grinned at the boy's ire. "You do that, damn you're feisty."

Alan smiled. "Gotta protect what I love."

Their food arrived and they ate with gusto. Nothing like a little fight to make a man hungry. Alan sat back with contentment, his steak unfinished.

"You want dessert?" Brandon asked.

"Not down here," Alan said, leaving no doubt what was on his mind.

Brandon smiled and wiped his lips on the napkin. "Guess we're finished then."

The waiter brought their check and Brandon signed it, adding their room number.

"What, you don't have to pay?" Alan asked.

"Nope, Theresa picks up the tab for everything," Brandon explained.

"Cool," Alan said with a smile.

They left the restaurant and Brandon lead them back over to the front desk. He asked the clerk a question and the man nodded, giving him directions.

"How about a little walk to wear off that food?" Brandon asked.

"Sure," Alan replied.

They walked two blocks west and Brandon spotted the pharmacy on the corner. They went inside and he told Alan to go browse the magazines while he bought something. He returned a few minutes later with a small white bag and they walked back to the hotel.

Alan kept looking at the bag and Brandon smiled. "Nosy, huh?"

"Yup, what is it?"

"Not gonna tell you, wait a bit."

They got back to the room and Brandon handed over the bag. Alan opened it slowly, and then smiled.

"You bought condoms ... and what's this?"

"Lubricant ... never leave home with out it ... but I did this time," Brandon said. "Wasn't expecting to get myself pleasured this fast ... you amaze me."

"Oh, you want me to ... ?"

"Yeah ... dessert!"

Alan laughed and they walked towards the bedroom. Brandon began to undress and explain his thoughts.

"I will not do anything like anal sex with you until you are good and ready, sweetie. You know from your earlier experience that it can be painful, it will take me several attempts to stretch you out enough ... but then that's part of the fun."

"So I get to go first, that's OK. I know you liked that finger in your butt earlier," Alan said.

"Oh yeah, made me want the real thing. You'll be great, I have no doubt about that ... it's my turn to see the stars."

Once they were naked, Brandon spread a bath towel out on the bed. He wet a wash cloth and draped it nearby after he lay down on his back.

"Operating room is ready, Doctor ... time for you to perform that put-a-dick-to-me."

Alan laughed and crawled onto his thighs. Brandon ripped open a condom pack and showed Alan how to roll it on.

"Why do we even have to use one...I can wash up after, can't I?" Alan asked.

"At home it's OK, I don't have the stuff to get myself all cleaned out here ... we'll wait for that. So I will raise my legs, you give me some of that lube up my butt with your fingers and we go to town."

Alan picked up the lube bottle and Brandon raised his legs. The boy dribbled some lube on Brandon's anus and smeared it around with his fingers.

"You have to push it inside too, that's where you'll need it most," Brandon said.

Alan shoved his fingers into Brandon's asshole and got a gasp in return. "Whoa, sweetie ... better take it easy on me ... it's been a while."

Alan finally had enough lube in place and Brandon had him scoot forward. He laid his ankles on Alan's shoulders and reached down to guide the boy. "Easy does it, let me get used to it as you go."

Alan pushed his cock forward and Brandon held it on target until the head of the boy's cock was inside. He looked up at that adorable face and watched the awe as Alan slid into him. The boy didn't stop until his pubes were pressed against Brandon's butt. It felt like a truck parked up there, but then he knew it would.

Alan looked down at him. Their eyes locked as the boy slowly withdrew and stopped just before he popped out. The long slow slide back in was heaven for them both.

"Oh damn ... this is awesome," Alan said. "Am I hurting you?"

"No ... not at all ... but you're fucking huge ... it feels like a baseball bat."

Alan smiled and concentrated on his efforts. Brandon relaxed and moaned as the boy slid back in. He tightened his muscles and gripped that cock only to see Alan's eyes glaze over with passion.

"Oh God ... you feel so hot inside," Alan moaned.

"You can go a little faster," Brandon said.

The boy picked up the pace, every move sending shivers down Brandon's spine. He was gonna like having this done a whole lot, the boy seemed willing. Alan's strokes picked up and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his brow. Yeah, it was work to be that good.

Brandon's cock went from soft to hard and back down again. The rubbing on his prostate kept overpowering all other sensations, but it was the view of Alan's face that turned him on so much. Brandon's mind kept coming back to the realization that he was being fucked by the most awesome boy in the city.

Alan was beginning to feel the pressure, the feeling rising inside and making him moan.

"Go faster if you want, sweetie ... ride me hard," Brandon gasped. He slid his legs down the boy's back and slid his hands under his own bottom, raising the angle of attack. Alan was slamming all the way in, bottoming out before pulling back. Brandon felt the boy's balls slapping his butt on every stroke and that was a major turn on.

"Oh yeah ... fuck me, baby ... give me all you got," Brandon yelped and that dissolved into moans as Alan went on the attack.

Brandon could hear the boy gasping for breath, groaning and gasping sounds filled the room. The squish of cock pumping asshole became more intense and Alan shuddered.

"Oh God ... shit ... I'm cumming ... "

"Fuck me, baby ... make me cum," Brandon almost screamed.

Alan gave several short stabs and then buried his cock into the hilt and stopped. It was enough and Brandon's cock began to spurt, spraying his chest and neck with cream. Alan's face was alive with passion, his cock spurting out every drop into the condom. Brandon felt the pulses deep inside and that had been what set him off.

Both collapsed at the same time but Bandon held the boy tight with his legs.

"Don't pull out ... please just stay in me for a while ... Oh God," Brandon moaned.

Alan pushed his face down in the stream of cum on Brandon's chest and began to eat what he found. Broad strokes of his tongue soon had the mess cleaned up and he looked up with pride.

"Hmm, I love the taste of you," the boy said. His cock was losing ground and as it softened they both gasped as it slipped out. Alan leaned up and they kissed before Brandon pulled his legs down.

"I never knew how wonderful that could feel," Alan said.

"It always feels better with love behind it, now you know."

"Oh, I can't wait to feel you inside of me ... can we start now, can you get me ready? I want you to pleasure me when we get home."

"We'll start first thing in the morning, OK? You need to rest first," Brandon said.

"Morning ... we won't have time?"

"I'll make time ... trust me," Brandon said.

He took the washcloth and removed the condom, flushing away the evidence. They showered and sat in their shorts to watch a little television. Politics and weather seemed to dominate the airwaves, Alan yawned. Ten o'clock ... that was fine, they could go to sleep now.

Finally, they could share one bed and sleep in one another's arms. Brandon figured he could mess up the other bed and fool the maid, no sense in giving Monica an insider look.

She had seen him on the street with Jack, one of Theresa's assistants. No doubt she hung out around the Village gay bars looking for dirt to scoop. It had been six months after the lawsuit was settled but she was a vindictive bitch.

Jack was twenty-two and perfectly legal, but Monica had called him a boy in her printed rant the following week. The suggestion that he was chasing down young boys and making kiddie porn with his camera was in there too. Theresa had asked him to bite the bullet, no one gave the woman much credibility anyway. But Theresa was good, she had friends in high places and Monica found herself banned from dozens of venues ... and then there was the drug bust.

Monica had been set up; he knew that, he just didn't know how Theresa had arranged it. The courtroom antics made the trade papers and Monica got fired from her cushy tabloid job, but it seems she had crawled back out of the slime to fight again. Alan would say something to Theresa, and once again Monica would pay dearly. She had chosen the wrong battleground this time. Monica had offended Alan; Theresa would breathe fire when she heard.

The resulting cuddle took away the boy's last will to remain awake, he fell asleep almost immediately. Brandon had made the wake up call for the same time, seven o'clock. If he couldn't get up earlier then Alan would have to wait for his first moment of reality.

Stretching the boy's ass would take time. There would be the mental issue thanks to that earlier rape and relaxing would be a struggle for him. But patience would win out; they had two days and lots of time to work on it. Brandon closed his eyes and mentally sighed.

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