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Brian's Birthday

It’s my first day at the shop today. I’m really excited about starting work and actually earning money. 

I’m greeted by Mary, Brian’s mum. It wasn’t her that I handed my application form in to otherwise I might have thought twice about applying - I didn’t know who she was until today. She interviewed me over the phone so I never met her face to face. She’s really nice though and shows me around the shop, how to use the till and the back room where we put our stuff and the spare stock goes. It’s a bit dated and some of the stuff is a bit dusty (it was my first job to clean it all down) but the hardest part will be to learn what everything is and how much it all costs. 

Brian looks a lot like Mary, he’s a bit taller than her but you could mistake them for brother and sister. Mary doesn’t look old at all. She’s bubbly and funny and we get on like a house on fire. 

I’d literally been there an hour or two when Mary goes out to get her lunch. I’m really hoping no one comes in. I’m standing on a stool, reaching up and dusting the bottles on the top shelf when the door buzzer goes. Perfect, now what do I do?

I heard quick, heavy footsteps behind me, walking up to the counter while I’m trying to replace a heavy Champaign bottle. 

‘Happy first day, stranger.’ 

Oh no. I close my eyes but don’t turn around. I know that voice, definite camp twang to it. Eventually, I look over my shoulder and down at Brian standing there in a zip up top with a rainbow T-shirt under it, very tight light blue jeans and a pair of Anarchic boots that make him 2 inches taller at least. He’s got that cheeky smile on his face and is staring at my arse rather than my face. 

I was really hoping not to bump in to him just yet but I have to admit, he does look cute in that outfit. His bulge is showing and it looks massive from up here. His t-shirt is tight, shows off his slight pecs, flat stomach and is just a little bit too short so I can see his treasure trail connecting the bottom of his t-shirt to the top of his jeans where I’m convinced I can see the top of his pubes. I stare at him for just a little too long before I respond.

‘Hey, you just missed your mum. She’s gone out to get her lunch. She’ll be back in about 15 minutes.’

‘I know, I waited for her to leave.’

I’m not quite sure what I am meant to say to that. I get down off the stool, dust myself off and ask what i can do for him. 

‘Well, you never called me and I haven’t seen you about much so just wanted to see if you were ok.’

‘Yeah, I’ve had a lot going on lately but it’s all sorted now.’ I’m not going in to that here and now, I’ve only just got my head straight as it is. 

‘Cool. Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for a drink with me and a few friends? It’s my birthday next week, we’re going out in town on Saturday and it would be great if you could come.’

My heart skips and I get butterflies. I’m pretty sure I’m blushing but I have no idea why. I don’t want to go but I also really do want to go. Fuck it - jump in with both feet Christian, you have nothing to lose.

‘Sure. I could do with a night out. I get paid next Saturday too so I can buy you a drink.’ I try to smile without looking creepy.

He gave me the details and his home number again, zips up his top and bounces out of the shop while I stare at his tight little arse.

I still have his number in my wallet from last time we spoke. I was too scared to call it. I didn’t really know what to say to him. One of the things I’ve had going on is because of him. When we parted last time, I felt the overwhelming urge to touch his hand when we said goodbye and when I did, it was electric. I never had that with a girl and the second I touched him, I felt attracted to him in a way I couldn’t describe and definitely didn’t understand. He’d been so nice to me and looked after me when I got my results. Everyone else just let me sit there and didn’t bother. He came to see if I was ok without thinking twice. It confused me.

It took me ages to figure it all out but I think I’m bi. Obviously not done anything with a guy but I’m pretty sure that’s what it is. 

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It’s Christian’s first day at the shop today. I’m going to ask him out for my birthday. Claire and Dips are coming too but they’ll be too busy snogging in the corner. Its a bit weird but I want to get him drunk and talk to him properly - not like I did with David, just enough to give me dutch courage and see if he’s really gay or not. Maybe something will happen, maybe it won’t. Either way, he’ll be cornered in the shop and won’t be able to run away. I’ll wait for mum to go and get her lunch and go in to see him.

I’m wearing my favourite outfit. I think it shows off my assets nicely and I love these boots, they make me taller and have a slight heel so my cock and arse look great in these jeans.

As I walk in, he’s standing on a stool, stretching to get to the top shelf. His tight black t-shirt is riding up so I can see his back and just the top of his arse - not the crack but that V shape that leads down to it. He’s so fit!

When I get to the counter, he looks back and me and DEFINITELY checks me out - this was the perfect outfit choice for today.

My mouth is dry and I’m shaking from the waist down but I throw caution to the wind and invite him out. I’m half expecting him to say no but he mulls it over and accepts with that killer smile I love so much - and he’s blushing! I can’t quite believe it. I’m going to get drunk around him and find out once and for all if he really is gay!

I’m so happy, I almost skip out of the shop. I really should control myself a bit more.

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‘Brian, Dips wants to go in and get a drink, will you be ok out here while I go in with her?’

Dips, Claire and I have been standing outside the pub for about 20 minutes waiting for Christian. He’s not that late, I’m just eager to catch him, before we go in.

‘Sure, you two go, I’ll be ok but could you bring me Hooch?’ My favourite drink, never fails to get me pissed for less than eight quid.

She disappears inside with Dips and I’m left outside, preying that he shows up. I don’t know if he knows this is a gay pub and I don’t want him to get to the door and decide to run away. Claire brings my drink out and disappears inside again.

After 5 more minutes, I see him coming down the hill. He’s had his hair cut, his shaggy brown mop has become a short back and sides with a spiky new look on top. I almost didn’t recognise him but the tight white t-shirt, showing off his torso and arms and those jeans - the ones that are just a bit too small for him - convince me it’s him. He’s either wearing boxers or he’s gone commando because I can see the outline of his cock in the front of his jeans. I try not to drool over him as he walks up.

‘Happy birthday mate!’ Mate? Fucking hell.

‘Thanks! Loving the new hair, really suits you.’ More than that, it makes him look as sexy as fuck.

‘Cheers. Let’s go buy you that drink.’ He smiles that amazing smile and opens the door for me. Maybe there’s hope yet.

The pub is really loud and we can hardly hear each other speak so we end up shouting in each other’s ears. Every time we get close I can smell his shower gel and shampoo. It’s giving me a hard on for sure. He smells so fucking tasty. 

We soon down a few drinks and get laughing and joking about random shit. The music is perfect and I’m having a great time with my friends and getting to know Christian better. The more we laugh, the more I like him and, the more drunk he gets, the more he touches me. On the arm, on the knee and finally, on the cheek, with a calm look in his eye and a great smile. I have an unfamiliar feeling - I want him, and not just for sex. 

After a while the smell of smoke fills the room, that mixed with one too many Hooches, means I need some air so we go out to the beer garden.

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I’ve finally started to relax. Maybe its the drink but the more time I spend with Brian, the more comfortable I feel. Not just with being in a gay bar (it was a surprise when I saw two lesbians kissing by the bar - who turned out to be Brian’s friends Dips & Claire) but with Brian too and, with being myself. I can relax in here and not worry about what others think.

Brian is really sweet and I really like him. It might be the drink but I want to touch him again. I start with his arm, then his knee and after a while, I just want to kiss him. I won’t do it here though, I touch him on the cheek and smile at him. He looks at me with those deep brown eyes, like that time on the bus when she walked off, only with a lot more feeling in them. He’s definitely into me and I’m pretty sure I’m into him. 

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‘Ok, now I know I’m drunk.’ Brian giggles as the autumn air hits us when we walk outside to the beer garden. I’m feeling a little light headed too and trip over my feet and into the side of some……. lady? I apologise profusely and ‘she’ just smiles and mutters something about chickens. I think I might be drunker than I thought.

I say beer garden, its more a large external fire escape stair case with brick walls around three sides with a gate to the side of the pub at the the other end. They’ve put some garden furniture out here for people to sit and smoke with some fairy lights and a tatty, fading rainbow flag. I sit with Brian on a large chair meant for one person but it’s the only spare seat.

‘Do you realise how cute you are?’ He slurs into my ear but at the same volume as if we were still inside. No one is looking at us directly but you can tell they are all ears.

‘Shut up.’ I squeeze the top his leg, leave my hand there and look at him.

The urge returns and I go to kiss him. I have no idea what I’m doing. I hadn’t planned this but I just can’t help myself. He’s just begging to be kissed and meets me in the middle.

Our tongues fly about like our lives depend on it. To us, it feels amazing and sensual - the best kiss ever and it’s getting us both horny. My boxers are doing nothing to hold me in and my cock is growing down my leg. I can feel the tip of his cock meeting the top of my hand. I want to grab it but have just enough self control to stop myself. Not here.

To those watching us, it was an uncoordinated mess. Hands, legs and heads all over the place with drunken noises coming from our sloppy mouths. If I was sober, I’d be embarrassed for us. Some of the old queens just stand there watching us and smiling. I think they’re hoping for a show. I’m not going to give them one, that’s for sure.

‘Shall we go somewhere a bit quieter? I feel like we’re being watched.’ We ARE being watched.

Brian stands up and holds out his hand. I take it and he leads me back inside, around the bar and into the toilets. What the hell!?

He goes into a stall and leaves the door open for me to walk in. I close the door and bolt it. The cubicle walls are floor to ceiling, with a gap at the top and bottom of the door. There’s a piece of toilet paper stuck to the side of one of the walls, just flapping away. While I’m looking down, confused, Brian grabs my head and starts to kiss me passionately again. He tastes of Hooch but the rest of him smells amazing. 

We stand there, kissing madly and I can feel my dick getting bigger. It’s getting uncomfortable now, growing down the side of my leg. I put my hand into my jeans and try to adjust it with little success - why do I wear tight jeans!?

‘Need a hand with that?’ Brian winks at me after braking our kiss for a moment.

I look at him stunned - not sure what to say. He just smiles at me and sits on the toilet seat. Is this really happening? Here, in some scabby toilets?

He opens my flies and grabs at my cock. It springs up, almost slapping him on the chin. That feels so much better.

He’s looking me in the eye and smiling. Just holding my cock level with his face. Then he opens his mouth and licks the top of my cock. There’s a bead of precum forming at the end and he just licks it off. My head exploded. No one has ever touched my cock, let alone licked it. I’d never let Gemma near it. She’d try and fondle me in the cinema but I never got hard. This is amazing.

I just stand there, looking him in the eye while he licks his lips with my precum. He looks so fucking sexy in this position.

Then he does something totally unexpected. He opens his mouth and puts my cock head in and keeps going down and down, all the while looking me in the eye. I can feel my cock slipping in to his mouth and then it hits the back of his throat. He just keeps going! Before long, he’s got his nose buried in my pubes, staring me in the eye. My cock feels amazing and I’m pretty sure I’m going to cum soon if he keeps this up.

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While we’re kissing, I notice Tony and the others staring at us. I’ve made out with guys in here before and Tony’s always the one that’s just gawping at me. I’m not going to satisfy his peviness this time.

I take Christian to the toilets - I want his cock. I want to see how big it really is and get it down my throat at the very least.

When we get in to the stall, he closes the door behind us and instantly spots the glory hole. At least someone covered it up. He looks really confused, bless him. I distract him by grabbing his head and kissing him.

I can feel his cock growing down his leg and it must be uncomfortable because he goes to adjust it. Here’s my cue. Let’s see if he needs a hand.

This thing is fucking massive. As I get it out of his flies, it almost hits me in the face. It’s about as thick as mine at the top and a good half an inch longer. He’s got a long, soft shaft with that ridge at the bottom that goes from base to tip, with a foreskin that rolls back perfectly to reveal a massive pink mushroom head and precum. I need this cock in me, now. 

As I’m taking him into my throat, I have to resist the urge to gag. I’ve never gagged before but this guy has the biggest cock I have ever taken - it’s a struggle. I manage to stay composed though and maintain eye contact. This always drives them wild.

I can see the mix of lust and confusion in his face. This is definitely his first proper blow job.

** BANG. BANG **

‘Brian! BRIAN! Are you in there with Christian? I can see your boots. I know you’re in there!’ For fuck Sake Claire! She’s giggling. She planned this. I’ll kill her.

Christian jumps out of his skin and pulls his cock out of my mouth, stuffing it back in his boxers. He looks like a scared deer. She’ll pay for this.

‘It’s fine, she’s just fucking with us. Coming!’

‘I hope not, that’s just gross.’ Bitch.

Christian tries to stop me from opening the door when we’re ready but I assure him its ok, move past him and step out. Claire is standing there with a massive grin on her face. I punch her in the arm and we walk back in to the bar.

It takes Christian a while to settle back down. He looks so embarrassed and Claire isn’t helping by taking the piss out of us. He soon sees its a joke though and starts to fight back - good lad! Keep the lezzers in their place!

I’ll have to figure out a way to get that cock again before the night is out.