Hi, my name is: Elliot
My job is: Architect
In my spare time I like to: Reading books, particularly mystery books. I am not one for sports or spending most of my day outdoors; my ideal afternoon consists of sitting on the couch in my house with a good book and a steaming cup of tea or watching some interesting movie on the TV. My favorite genres are historical movies and in general those that have elements of verisimilitude. Fiction is not my thing, sorry
Position: Public CumDump
My sexual experience is: From an early age I realized that I felt a greater attraction towards men than women, and as time went on I explored this part of me coming to the conclusion that my interest is only for the male gender. I had several relationships, more or less durable, but eventually I realized that I had a higher sex drive than the average, something that one partner alone cannot satisfy. That is why I decided to try this second job, and since then I have never looked back, happy with my decision
Contact me if you are interested in: A slave to service and revere you as you deserve. I love being humiliated, nuzzling the trained bodies of my partners after intense days of work and feeling them degrade me. Such bodies deserve my full attention. I love to feel someone's face working my hole and in turn feeling someone sitting on my face is the ultimate pleasure for me. I am made to serve and my body is just a toy to be used and then discarded at the first opportunity. Then the more people there are the harder I get, but even on a one-on-one basis I am not bad.
My main kinks are: Body worship, Sweat Kink, Rimming, Face sitting, Rough Sex
About him his clients said:
ItsNotGayIfTheBallsDontTouch, rating 4/5
Absolutely insatiable. When I threw a party with friends and hired him he continued throughout the evening to devour our cocks with his mouth and ass as if nothing was wrong, we even managed to put in three at the same time and he kept staying tight. Absolutely not to be missed.
TrueBlackAlpha, rating 5/5
I was in the mood for some rough sex, the kind that leaves the bottom walking funny for a week, and my girlfriend refused to give it to me, so I called him. When he showed up I had my doubts, but I soon changed my mind. Since then whenever I get the craving for something more intense I know I can count on him.
AssEnjoyer44, rating 4,5/5
I don't think I have words to describe such an ass. I could have cum just by eating it, without even putting my cock in it because of how erotic it was and the noises he was making. Sometimes I still dream about him at night.
Brian was fundamentally a friendly guy. When he was younger he had the tendency to close in on himself, and for many years this blocked him in his approach to others. During high school, however, he had said enough was enough: he would not let his fears stop him any further, and little by little he had begun to come out of his shell, to try to be the one who makes the first move, and in doing so he had learned to be clear and direct in his relationships and in what he wanted.
This applied to romantic matters as well.
About a couple of weeks earlier he had gone to the movies with some of his friends and there he had seen him: he did not stand out much from the rest of the crowd, an ordinary guy his age, with auburn blond hair held in a ponytail and a neatly trimmed beard on the rest of his face. He was quite tall and had a lean build. By a will of chance both had arrived early and were waiting for their friends, then the other, who had introduced himself later as Scott, had taken to chatting with him and, without either of them realizing it, they had soon begun chatting as if they were old friends. When they had been joined by their respective companions they had been forced to part, but Brian had noticed that both he and his new friend had not resisted the temptation to cast one last discreet glance at each other. Then, at the end of the movie, he had seen him one last time, alone, and realized it was now or never. He had approached him and asked if he could have his number and that he would like to stay in touch. Scott had responded with a wide smile and barely contained enthusiasm. The two had taken to texting each other until Brian had worked up the courage to ask him out, being reciprocated by a more than happy assent.
That morning the two had met in the main city and started their date, going for a walk around the park, exchanging anecdotes and trivia about their past to get to know each other better and having a great day together. They had then had a light lunch, followed by a trip to the mall and ending with a walk downtown lazily window shopping.
Brian had just finished laughing at a joke from the other that his gaze fell on the time.
“Boy, it's starting to get late. Maybe it would be better if I went home...”
“Oh, come again? Already? Come on, a little longer please,” the other pleaded with him making beady eyes.
Brian relented after a while pushing him away slightly, “You're awful, Scott. All right, what do you want us to do?”
His partner brought a hand to his chin thoughtfully and then snapped his fingers, “How about some ice cream? I know a place that makes a pretty good one not too far from here.”
“Sounds great. Guide me.”
“Right away, boss.”
Scott took him by the hand and began to accompany him, not noticing the faint blush forming on the other's cheeks and his slight smile.
It was a simple place that didn't particularly stand out. It had a cozy vibe, the classic place to find some peace during life's more chaotic times.
Scott had taken to talking fervently about all the flavors they sold, with a child-like intensity, his blue eyes sparkling with joy making Brian smile. The two sat down and ordered and soon were laughing again.
It was halfway through their sumptuous sundae that they noticed the anomaly.
Actually, it was Brian himself who was the first to take notice. As he was catching his breath after Scott had pulled an antics by swallowing too much ice cream and ending up with a brain freeze, the young man took a look around and noticed how, strangely, most of the people seemed to be gathered in one corner of the room, somewhat set off from the rest. They seemed to form a kind of huddle around something that the young student, however, could not see because of the human wall in front of him. Some sort of frantic energy seemed to flow between those men, and Brian saw that they occasionally exchanged knowing glances accompanied by complicit grins.
He frowned: he had a very bad feeling....
Scott, having finally recovered, followed his gaze and exclaimed, “I wonder: what they're looking at over there?”
“Hmm? What? Oh... Probably nothing interesting,” Brian tried to distract him by putting on a nervous smile.
Scott, however, certainly had no intention of settling for such a half-hearted explanation. In fact, he assumed a determined expression, stood up and, taking Brian by the arm, walked with him toward the group of men, ignoring the other man's protests and merely giving him a smile and saying, “Come on, it'll be fun. Don't tell me you're not curious? Show some adventurous spirit!”
Brian would have liked to reply that no, he was not at all curious and that actually it would be better to get out of there as soon as possible, but before he could open his mouth the two had now reached the mass and Scott was struggling his way through that human wall. When they finally managed to move even the last of the men out of the way, a startling scene confronted them that made all the color completely disappear from Brian's face: exactly in the center of the hut a threesome was going on between three men, two of them standing and one kneeling. The ones standing appeared to be one middle-aged and the other in his early thirties: the older one had very short black hair that was now thinning, a thick, messy beard that completely covered his face, a prominent belly, and a body covered with hair; the younger one had bronze skin, broad shoulders, was shaved though he already had the slight shadow of a dark beard, kept his brown hair short, and was slightly shorter than his companion. Both men wore similar clothing, with baggy work pants lowered to their ankles showing off trained legs, boots soiled with dirt, T-shirts on which clear sweat stains were visible at the armpits, and reflective vests. In short, both of them appeared to be construction workers who had recently come off shift and were getting something together before going home, perhaps from their partners judging by the rings they both had on their left ring fingers.
Kneeling between the two was a man in his middle fifthies. His brown hair that reached about halfway down his neck and thick sideburns may have once been groomed, but even now they were all disheveled because of the activity in which he was engrossed in. Square glasses covering two hazel eyes kept sliding down his nose from sweat. On the back of a chair behind the trio a dark smart jacket had been abandoned, while a pair of pants of the same cut and color were thrown under a small table. The man wore a shirt, left open on a fairly aged but still firm physique, and the tie hung open but not untied along his neck. The thong he wore, which so contrasted with the rest of his clothing, was stretched taut because of his hard cock, and the tip poked out from beyond the band, shiny with pre. From the man's lips, busy switching with feverish speed from one to the other, came and went the cocks of the two standing men – sometimes individually other times even together, to the point that one might have thought he had a dislocated jaw because of the ease with which he managed to hold them both in at the same time – while trickles of cum and spit flowed down from the sides. His face was completely red and he had an expression of pure focus as with all his might he kept going from one to the other, concentrating on trying not to displease either of them.
Beside him, Brian heard Scott mutter a low, “Damn...” but he paid no attention, panicked as he was to witness the sight of his uncle being brutally fucked by two strangers. As always, Brian's brain short-circuited and his legs stopped working as he was forced to watch the entire scene without being able to intervene in any way.
Elliot let out with a liquid suck the cock in his mouth and took to jerking both of them off, pointing their shafts at his face, his features open in an expression of vacant pleasure as he turned a dumb grin on the men above him.
The larger one gave out a deep laugh before resting a hand on the back of his head and pushing him toward himself, forcing him to open his mouth and swallow him down to the base, commenting, “Go ahead, bitch, get busy. You're certainly not here to rest, are you? Get that mouth working,” and still holding him down with his hand he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking his throat with sweeping motions.
The younger colleague emitted a low chuckle before commenting, “Hell, this walking cumdumpster sure knows his stuff. You shouldn't have, Duncan.”
The other gave him a manly pat on the shoulder with his free hand, a wide grin under his black beard, all the while continuing to fuck Elliot's face, “Nah, don't think about it, Kosta. After all, you're about to become a father, such an event should be celebrated properly. Besides, mph, I know Elliot is more than happy to join us in celebrating too. Right, boss?”
The hand loosened its grip and the man on his knees managed to cast a lost look toward the other, smiling and murmuring in a rough voice, “Good news should be celebrated. Always,” before returning to his work, his free hand continuing to slowly jerk off Kosta.
At one point Duncan sucked his cock out of Elliot's mouth, held it firmly with one hand and began slapping him with his pole, leaving behind slicks of cum all over his face. Once satisfied he exclaimed to his colleague, “We're certainly not done here. Come on, get him ready a little so we can focus on celebrating properly. I'll keep our friend busy in the meantime,” and turned a sly smile on him as he hurriedly removed his jacket and shirt, thus remaining naked and being imitated by the younger man.
After they had both exposed their bodies to the gaze of the surrounding crowd - while also receiving various whistles and admiring comments about their physiques - Duncan bent slightly over his legs and removed Elliot's glasses, placing them on the coffee table at their side, then grabbed him from under his armpits and forced him to stand. Clearly his uncle had been on his knees for a while, because his legs did not seem to be holding him up properly and he had to cling to the other man's masculine figure. The latter quietly took him in but, instead of just holding him close to his body, with a broad smile he suddenly raised his arm and, putting his free hand on the back of his head, accompanied him until he buried his face directly against his sweaty armpit, the result of many hours spent working in the sun.
Elliot's eyes widened, but soon after he inhaled the first breath of the other's manly aroma, his face took on an expression of pure pleasure, and he threw himself forward, letting out a moan and beginning to pant. Brian could have sworn that he had even stuck out his tongue and was currently busy licking and cleaning him with it as his hands grabbed hold of him and groped his arm and chest.
While Duncan chuckled and in a low voice amid groans ordered him to get busy with his tongue, Kosta was certainly not sitting idly by. The youngest of the trio had dropped to his knees, lowered his thong with a violent movement, and now stood before the sight of Elliot's ample ass, made all the more inviting by the fact that the man was leaning forward because of his position. The construction worker was lost for a couple of seconds in admiration, watching it move back and forth in front of his eyes, jiggling with every movement the owner made, until he could stand it no longer, raised his hands, and gave a mighty spank that resonated throughout the bar, causing Elliot to moan against Duncan's armpit and generating a guttural laugh from the man, who pressed his hand even harder against the back of his head.
Kosta smiled and gave another couple of slaps, generating cheering choruses from the rest of the audience, until he felt the man's rear end was red enough. At that point with rough hands he parted his buttocks, thus exposing to the air his hole that waited invitingly for him, begging him silently to keep him company.
A ravenous expression passed over the young man's face before he lunged forward, burying his face between the ass cheeks and taking to eating it as if it was the most juicy dish in the world.
Around him Brian could hear people laughing and murmuring comments such as “look how much the bitch likes it,” “heck, do you think once they're done he'll have enough energy to think about me too,” “I need to write his name down right away for when I need to blow off some steam.”
In the midst of it all he also heard Scott, at his side muttering, “I don't think I've ever seen anyone so built to be submitted.”
Brian cast a glance and saw that his partner was openly palming himself through his jeans, which barely concealed the bulge caused by his hard cock. Better that he limited himself to just that than others in the group, who, without any shame, had pulled down their pants and were now openly masturbating while enjoying the view of his uncle being used without any problem by the two men.
Kosta was bobbing his head back and forth, penetrating his uncle with his tongue, kissing his buttocks and even leaving him the occasional bite, all while also accompanying himself, when he felt like it, with several slaps that reddened the man's pale skin. While he was busy with that sweet torture, Duncan on the other hand was keeping Elliot's upper part occupied, moving him from armpit to armpit and continuing to comment in a half-voice about what a good whore the architect was and laughing exclaiming how Kosta seemed to enjoy his surprise.
At one point the younger man broke away and took a deep breath of air, wiping himself with one arm, his face covered in spit and sweat, his lips curved in a mad smile. He looked up and met Duncan's eyes, merely nodding and being returned by a grin.
At last the man let go of Elliot, now completely unrecognizable from how Brian usually saw him: his face completely red, his cheeks and sideburns covered with sweat and spit, his eyes clouded over, his lips contracted into a hollow smile of pleasure, his hair going all over the place. The man took a breath of clean air, and Brian heard Scott comment, “I bet his whole face will smell like him. He branded him completely as his...”
Meanwhile, Kosta had gotten to his feet, his hard cock now pointing proudly in front of him with the tip dropping drops of pre and cum on the bar floor. Dnncan too had a semi-hard cock – shorter than his partner's but definitely wider, it was literally a “beer can cock” – but he merely looked in Elliot's direction and ordered only, “Lie down, bitch. It's time to move on to the main course.”
Elliot lit up and meekly lay on his back, his cock pointing up, throbbing and begging for the slightest form of release. Once on the floor he grabbed the back of his knees with his own hands, raising his legs and thus showing off his ass in the silent and desperate plea to actually be fucked, receiving more jeers and comments from the crowd.
The two men looked at each other for a second as a mute question passed between them: who would be the first to fuck that ass? Finally Duncan stepped back, giving a broad wave of his arm toward the man lying down, “Please, it's all yours. After all, we're here to celebrate you, aren't we? It would be rude of me to take this fun away from you.”
“Are you sure about that? I'm fine with going second.”
“Yeah yeah, you go kid, don't worry about it. Don't let this poor guy wait any longer, he's clearly desperate for a good dick in the ass, aren't you?” and in response Elliot let out a pathetic howl as he lifted his legs even higher and tried to throw his ass out as far as he could, generating a guttural laugh from the man.
“Besides, I like sloppy seconds. Come on,” and putting a hand on his back he pushed him forward.
Kosta shrugged his shoulders and knelt behind Elliot. The man's eyes lit up and he lifted his legs completely, exposing himself to the other as his hands went down and parted his ass cheeks so as to show the hole lubricated thoroughly by the younger man's mouth. A shiver ran through Kosta's body as he spit on one hand and took to moistening his hard cock. Slowly he positioned himself right behind him, resting his legs on his shoulders, then took to teasing his entrance, running the tip against the opening, circling it and pressing lightly, but never penetrating him, covering it with pre and cum and receiving in response only desperate moans. Kosta chuckled, enjoying the other man's pathetic moans and taking joy in seeing him in that state, so desperate to be possessed by him that he was humiliating himself in that way. Then, finally, without any warning, he pressed the tip in and penetrated him, chuckling at Elliot's surprised expression followed by a moan louder than the others as the man threw his head back in despair, his body shaking, his cock shooting a couple of cum shots at that invasion.
Kosta laughed and slowly began to move his hips, back and forth, making his rod disappear more and more into the other man's open ass with each thrust, making him moan and gasp.
Duncan enjoyed that spectacle for a couple of minutes, merely jerking himself lazily until his cock was fully hard, then he acted. He knelt down as well, only instead of getting close, he positioned himself exactly with his knees attached to his partner's shoulders, until he brought his ass exactly over Elliot's face. The man opened his eyes slightly and amidst the delirium of pleasure saw above him the other man's fat and hairy rear end, while his nose was assailed by the smell of sweat and manhood he emitted. Instantly he stuck out his panting tongue, ready to accept him, generating another low guttural laugh from the construction worker.
“Oh yes, I knew this is what you wanted. Every day you visit us at the site I wonder how you stay so composed, surrounded by sweaty working men. I bet you resort to your whole self control not to get down on your knees and yell and beg to everyone to make your oue bitch. Someday you must visit us on our lunch break: we would greatly enjoy the company of your mouth around our cock while we take a break, boss. But for today I'm afraid you'll have to make do with just the two of us. Are you ready?”
Elliot could only nod, seeming to have lost the ability to speak due to lust. Duncan grinned and exclaimed, “Here I come,” and then sat down with his ass on the man's face.
Elliot's eyes widened and he was soon assaulted by the intense smell of sweat given off by the other, which was summed up in an even louder moan than the others and a violent throbbing of his cock, which span pre all over his stomach. Dutifully, like a trained dog, the man stuck out his tongue and took to eating the ass on top of him, reveling in the sensation of its weight, his head growing lighter and lighter as he inhaled its aphrodisiac scent.
On top of him Duncan let out a sigh of relief, moving his hips slightly to sit down better and burying the other man's face tightly between his buttocks, making grunts every time he felt his tongue penetrate him. After enjoying that sensation for a while he opened his eyes and pointed them in front of him, where he saw that Kosta had not let himself be distracted and, on the contrary, seemed to be possessed by some outside force: by now he was making his hips go back and forth in wide and deep movements, his cock disappearing completely into the architect's ass and his balls pounding with a regular rhythm against his buttocks. His expression was concentrated and his breath ragged, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Duncan chuckled and commented, “What's the deal? Do you want to impregnate him too? Aren't you satisfied with just one? Boy, if that's how you fuck your wife I'm surprised she can walk the next morning,” and he let out a deep laugh.
Brian meanwhile felt his stomach clench at the display, his face red with shame at his uncle's subservient attitude. Meanwhile, the men around him were practically all masturbating openly, some even among themselves. There were some, the more dominant ones clearly, who had persuaded their more submissive neighbors to serve them in turn, playing with their pecs or forcing them to jerk them off while their hands went and played with their holes, teasing them with their fingertips until they fucked them with their fingers.
One of the few who was not like that was, fortunately, Scott, who, however, continued to watch the scene rapt, fascinated by the way Elliot was being used by the other two men.
And, while all this was going on, the boisterous laughter and obscene, derogatory comments were getting louder and louder, accompanied by the increasingly penetrating smell of sweat and sex that now completely filled the diner room. The cheers to the two tops to get busy and teach that whore what his place was, as well as the words they exchanged telling each other what they would give to be in either position, went in one Brian's ear and out the other, barely being registered by the young student.
He was brought back to the scene of the threesome when, with an almost animalistic roar, Kosta came, burying his cock inside the architect's ass to the base. Clearly the whole situation had aroused him even more than expected because Brian could see how some of his cum also came out of his ruined ass, dripping onto the up to that point clean floor of the room.
Elliot responded with a loud moan, stifled, however, by Duncan's ass, who merely giggled, wrapping a hand around the bottom's cock and pressing the tip firmly, as if to prevent him from cumming.
Kosta stood still for a couple of seconds, gripping the coffee table nearby, clearly out of breath and having some trouble focusing on his surroundings due to his intense orgasm, and then shifted his gaze in front of him. Duncan grinned, gave him a swat on the arm and exclaimed, “Come on, now get off, it's my turn with this cockslut's hole,” and unceremoniously stood up, allowing Elliot's distraught face glistening with sweat to be seen, tongue left hanging out and with the dumbfounded grin of someone who appeared to be completely high.
Kosta grimaced, clearly not satisfied with one round alone with that top-notch ass, but finally sighed and shrugged his shoulders, letting his cock out and being followed by several white globs of his freshly deposited cum.
Duncan commented only, “Good boy,” and took his place behind Elliot. Without any fuss he unceremoniously put three fingers inside the other man's ruined ass making him moan, moving them back and forth and opening them wide, then pulling them out and watching the hole opening and closing begging to be filled again. He brought his cum-soaked fingers to the architect's mouth, who, in an automatic gesture, sucked on them with relish, cleaning them thoroughly, then pulled them away from him, took his cock in his hand, gave it a couple of strokes, pointed it against the entrance, and fully penetrated him in one stroke, no foreplay or care for his well-being.
Again Elliot moaned, wrapping his legs around the other man's hips so that he could not come out of him, in a movement that seemed almost unconscious, natural, as if the very moment he had felt the other man's cock invade him his body had acted accordingly.
As Duncan grinned and took to fucking him without reservation - thus causing splashes of the cum left by his colleague to spill out with the pressure of his movements - Kosta decided that he was not going to stand by. He walked up to Elliot's face and slapped him with his half-flaccid cock still dirty from his own cum. When the man looked up misty-eyed at him he ordered only in a booming voice, “Clean it up, slut.”
Elliot responded with a dull smile and opened his mouth, but Kosta was certainly not about to let things go at his pace. As soon as the older man had put the tip in he grabbed the sides of his face with his hands and, in one violent move, made him swallow his cock all the way to the base, filling his mouth completely with his piece of meat. Elliot's eyes widened and he made choked and gagging noises, as his eyes rolled into his head and spittle descended from the sides of his mouth. But Kosta didn't care; his entire figure exuded an aura of dominance. He swung his hips back until his cock almost came out of his lips, leaving only the tip in, then gave a thrust forward and again buried it completely.
Duncan grinned at that display and, not wanting to be outdone by the younger man, he too picked up the speed, and soon under the incredulous and aroused gaze of the men around them the two construction workers were brutally fucking the third man's ass and mouth, making animalistic grunts and causing the obscene liquid noises of their cocks going in and out and balls slamming against his butt cheeks and forehead to echo throughout the room.
Brian was speechless, but he heard someone behind him say, “Shiiiit, you can almost see the outline of the cock in his throat. Only a born cocksucker can calmly take a monster like that and manage to act like nothing is wrong. Fuck, bro, how I'd like to use that mouth too.”
After a time that seemed endless to Brian Duncan suddenly exclaimed while continuing to rock his hips back and forth, “Umpf, hey, Kosta? Ghng, you know, shit!, you know what? I think he's open enough, ooooh!, open enough to accommodate both of us. How about, mmmmh!, we give this bitch the final blow together? Don't worry, I've done it several times with him so I know, mph!, I know he can take us both like a champ.”
The coworker broke open into a grin, exclaiming, “Count me in,” and then pulled his cock out of Elliot's abused mouth as if nothing had happened, leaving him like a rag doll to catch his breath. With strong but strangely gentle hands, Duncan picked up the architect's figure and pulled him up, loading him onto his shoulders and then brought his hands to his ass cheeks and parted them, exposing his hole, filled to bursting by his wide cock.
Kosta pulled over with his dick hard once again and covered in spit, giving one last spank and making his firm butt cheeks wobble, generating a dull moan from the other. Satisfied he pointed his cock toward the entrance and, being careful, penetrated him as well, this time slowly and carefully. As soon as he felt the tip of the second cock beginning to penetrate him Elliot seemed to reactivate, beginning to utter disconnected moans. By the time Kosta was mostly inside him he was whimpering, holding on like a desperate man to the construction worker's gigantic body. At that point Duncan moved his face slightly so that he was facing him and violently joined his lips to his own, taking to sloppily making out with him in a wild exchange of spit that had nothing personal or romantic about it, but sheer erotic drive.
Taking advantage of that moment when he seemed distracted, Kosta gave one last thrust of his hips and entered completely, causing Elliot's hole to be filled with two cocks at the same time. After giving him time to adjust, the two men began to move in motions that were at first slow and regular but soon degenerated into an uncoordinated and violent assault, in which each seemed to be concerned only with achieving their own pleasure, with Elliot continuing to make out with Duncan, only to be pulled away from his face and grabbed by Kosta who forcefully slid his tongue down his throat. And as they had that desperate three-way kiss the movements became more and more erratic until all three came in a chorus of roars and gasps, accompanied also by the rest of the crowd, who sprayed their cum all around. Some squirts from the front row even managed to get onto their sweat-covered bodies, adding to those of Elliot himself, who came without ever having touched his own cock.
When they were all finished silence dropped, interrupted only by the general heavy breathing. Brian noticed that by his side Scott seemed to be the only one who had not cum, besides Brian himself, but his pants were so stretched by his hard-on that he could clearly see the outlines of his rod.
With slow movements Duncan and Kosta pulled their cocks out of Elliot's now-ruined hole, spurting out a true white river of cum that could no longer be held back by the man's gaping hole, and then grabbed towels and passed them between them as they helped the architect sit up and asked him if he was all right and if they hadn't gone too far. Kosta seemed to be the one most concerned and kept apologizing to him, a perfect contrast to the domineering bossy persona he had shown of himself during sex. Uh, it's really true that it's the ones you least expect who are the wildest in the sheets, huh?
As the man reassured them with a faint smile that he was fine and that, in fact, he had enjoyed being treated that way, the people around them were moving about, some going back to doing what they had stopped before that sudden show as if nothing had happened, others talking to their neighbors and making plans to continue things at a later time, probably dissatisfied and still fired up by what they had seen, others still approaching the group, probably to ask Elliot if he was accepting any more customers at the moment or if they could arrange for a later date, impressed by his skill and stamina and wanting to test it for themselves.
While talking to them Elliot had taken to looking around until he crossed, almost by chance, Brian's dull, horrified gaze. He widened his eyes, startled to see him, and made to open his mouth probably to call out to him, but at that moment the young man's body started up again. He instinctively grabbed the arm of Scott at his side, who was muttering something like, “Shit, what a story. Well, this is without a doubt among the five weirdest dates I've ever been oooon...!” and dragged him away, preventing him from finishing his sentence, leaving the bar and running, trying to put as much distance between them and his uncle as possible.
It wasn't until a good five minutes later that Scott managed to pull him out of his panicked state and calm him down, and when he did he gave him a worried look.
“Brian, are you all right? You look pale. Did...did something happen? Are you sick?”
Still out of breath, the young man managed to collect himself and find enough breath before exclaiming, “No, it's just...it's just that...” he cast a glance in the other's direction but quickly shifted his head.
Scott frowned: it looked like the other was on the verge of tears....
Shit, thought Brian annoyed, he knew that if he actually wanted to have a serious relationship with Scott sooner or later he would have to tell him about his family, but he certainly wasn't going to do that on the first date! It was clear that he was worried about him - and it warmed his heart a little, making him feel a certain amount of happiness - , he had to tell him something, and the best thing to reassure him would be to reveal to him right now how things were, it would be much easier that way. To make it clear that they had just witnessed the show of his uncle being fucked and that it was an absolutely normal thing for him to see, and that the only reason he was like that was because of that and that Scott had absolutely nothing to do with it so he shouldn't worry about it.
He had to, and he would... but not now. The concern he had shown him and the pleasant date they had just had convinced him that he would explain everything but not now. The humiliation he was experiencing was too great to relive right away.
He straightened up and looked into his eyes, trying to look more calm than he actually felt, “I know it's sudden, but I have to go home. I'm sorry.”
“O-okay - Scott looked at him surprised, seeming about to ask him a question but eventually shook his head and exclaimed with a half smile - Come on, let's go to the station, I have to go home too anyway.”
The two made the journey in silence but, at one point, Scott held Brian's hand in his own. The young man widened his eyes and lowered his gaze, before moving his head in front of him without managing to stop a faint smile.
Well, unpleasant mishaps aside, maybe that day wasn't entirely wasted ... but the next time he met his uncle he would let him know about it!
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