Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2004 00:06:58 -0400 (EDT)
From: "moondawgy99@excite.com" <moondawgy99@excite.com>
Subject: Justin's New Boy Part 3

*~*Queer as Folk and all characters are copywritten and trademarked
material of Showtime Networks. *~*

If you're not eighteen and you're not gay... don't read this. There's gay
sex in it! (Who woulda guessed?)

 ::Justin's New Boy Part 3::

	The sound of sirens woke me up from my sleep. I looked at my clock
and jumped up. "Shit!" It was five minutes till ten. I couldn't be late for
my first day at Babylon. First impressions, you know. I grabbed my box of
makeup and things and took off, cussing the entire way.

	Luckily for me, I can run until the day after forever, so I reached
Babylon at nine fifty-nine. I bolted up the stairs and into the club,
panting heavily. Someone looked at me and pointed towards the back.  I
jogged back and found the dressing room. There were only two other guys
there and they were starting on their makeup. "Glad to see you're here on
time,"

	I turned to face Saperstien. "Come with me,"

	I followed him to another part of the dressing room where a
shorter, younger guy was waiting.  "Keiran, this is Clint. He handles
costumes. He'll fit you for tonight's costume and then get your
measurements so you'll have stuff on hand. Avery will be here in about an
hour and then you two will get on the floor at about eleven thirty. Got
it?"

	"Sure,"

	"Good. See you later,"

	I turned to Clint and smiled. He was cute. Maybe about twenty five
or so. He had short brown hair, gelled and spiked, green eyes and a slim
swimmer's body. "Nice to meet you," he said quietly, almost
whispering. "What's your waist size?"

	"Twenty nine," I answered causing Clint to bite his lower
lip. "Wow. You're kinda small,"

	"I hope it's not a problem,"

	Clint nodded. "No. I might have to adjust some things though. What
size shoe do you wear?"

	"Nine,"

	"Okay. Go ahead and take off your clothes and put this on,"

	He handed me a small red thong. I guess he noticed the look on my
face. "It's brand new. No one
 has worn it before. We supply underwear for each costume. Once again, all
new,"

	"I take it that my costume is red," I jested. Clint
laughed. "Yeah. Tonight's theme is devils and demons. You and Avery are
devils. For the hair, bright red dye, gelled up into two large spikes. For
the eyes, red glitter eye shadow and red lines from the bottom of the eye
to the cheek. Maybe one out from the corner for you. Avery will help you
with the body makeup. There's a guide for tonight at your mirror,"

	I nodded as I threw my shirt to the floor. "I'm not sure if I have
enough makeup for all this," I told
 him. "I mean, I have stuff for my face, but body makeup is not something I
used a lot,"

	"Avery will have it. He's been here for a couple of months," Clint
replied. "But, after a while, you'll need to get your own. There's some
stuff that we supply. Body glitter, hair dyes and stuff that we don't use a
lot."

	"Cool,"

	I pulled off my boxers and noticed that Clint snuck a glance at my
member before returning his gaze to the multitude of clothes in front of
him. I pulled on the thong, which barely held me and looked at myself in
the mirror. It fit well enough. "Here are your shorts and your shoes."
Clint handed me the stuff.  "You mirror is next to Avery's. Your name is
written on it. I'll be here if you need anything else,"

	"Hair dye?"

	"Oh, yeah,"

	He tossed me a can of spray hair dye. "Um... should I color and
then style? Or vice versa?"

	"Color, then style. It's a hell of a lot easier,"

	"Cool,"

	"Oh, there's a shower back here if you ever need it," he said, with
a slight hint of sexuality. I smiled and stepped back into the main
room. My stuff hit the floor as I ran into someone. "I'm so sorry," I said
immediately. I leaned over to pick my clothes up, as did the guy I bumped
into. "It's no problem. You must be Keiran,"

	I looked up into the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen. This
guy was beyond gorgeous. He had jet black hair in a spiky, semi-faux-hawk
type deal, perfect skin, a pronounced jaw line and a small goatee under his
bottom lip. God, he was beautiful. "How did you know?"

	"I'm Avery.  Saperstien said you'd be here, so I came early,"

	How considerate of him. "I'll show you where your mirror is,"

	At this point, I was still stunned silent, but I followed this god
to my mirror, which was right next to his. He was taller than me, probably
about six one. His body was amazing. He didn't look like a bodybuilder, but
he had great muscles. All of them were toned and tight. Well, the ones that
I could see. He had on a short tank top and some three quarter jeans. Hot.

	"So, are you gonna need any help tonight with your makeup?" Avery
asked, smiling at me. I nodded. "Um... I don't really have any body makeup
experience other than some body glitter. Which also means I don't really
have any body makeup to begin with,"

	"Well, the stuff I have requires you to take a shower before you
put it on," he replied, looking at the bottle. "Have you taken a shower
lately?"

	"No," I laughed. "And, I ran all the way here, so I'm definitely
sweating,"

	"Well, the shower in the back is probably open. Why don't you go
hop in? You can use my soap and stuff." He handed me some shower gel,
shampoo and a towel. "Thanks, Avery,"

	"No problem,"

	I went back to the shower, turned on the water and climbed in. The
shower itself was in the bathroom, so it wasn't like I was just out in the
open. I had been in the shower for a maximum of ten minutes when the door
to the bathroom opened. It didn't alarm me, seeing as I had left it open in
case someone had to go to the bathroom. I was surprised, however, when the
shower curtain bent and Avery climbed in. "Mind if I join you?"

	"Not at all," I replied, taking a look at the piece swinging
between his legs. Avery was definitely a shower and, hopefully, a grower as
well. It was probably about six inches already and I could only imagine how
big it got hard. Avery had the most gorgeous body. He was the complete
package, pardon the pun.  Beautiful pecs, great abs, quads, calves, ass,
everything. I couldn't resist when he took me by the waist and pulled me
into a hot blooded kiss. One arm went around his neck and the other slid
down his body, massaging his already growing cock.

	I slipped down, taking his right nipple into my mouth, gently
sucking and biting. Apparently, Avery liked that. He let out a boisterous
moan and grasped my head in his hands. I moved to the left, hoping that the
nipple ring would make him all the more sensitive. "Oh, holy shit!"
Bingo. I shifted even lower until I was eye to eye with his throbbing
monster. He had a lovely set of balls hanging heavily between his legs, but
they were nothing compared to his meat. I stroked it once and looked up at
him.  "How big is it?" He smiled down at me. "Nine and a half,"

	I leaned forward to swallow his dick when Avery suddenly pulled me
up and simply said, "No."
 He didn't say it harshly or commandingly. He just said it. His smile was
so inviting and comfortable that I couldn't fight kissing him again. As if
I would. He reached behind me and came back with a condom. He moved it back
and forth, silently questioning if I wanted to top or bottom. I turned my
back to him and stuck out my ass, making him chuckle. I heard him tear the
wrapper and a few seconds later, I felt him pushing inside of me.

	"Let me know if I hurt you," he said, slowly thrusting. I turned
and looked over my shoulder.  "You won't hurt me,"

	"Oh, really?"

	"Really,"

	"All right,"

	He shoved all the way into me, making me whimper loudly. I felt
like he had stuck his entire arm inside of me. Damn, it felt good. He
pulled completely out, then slowly entered me again, inciting another moan
from me. He continued to do this for a long time before I begged, "Please
fuck me,"

	"Are you sure?"

	He was playing games with me now. He knew he had me where he wanted
me and I didn't deny it.  "Please. I want you to fuck me,"

	"I-"

	"Avery!"

	I fell silent. "Yeah, Clint?"

	"Who are you in there with?"

	Avery laughed. "No one, why? Are you lonely?"

	I heard Clint let out a fake laugh. "You're funny, Avery. I know
someone's in there with you,"

	"And how, pray tell, do you know that?"

	The curtain opened and Clint crossed his arms. "Because you make a
lot of noise,"

	Avery didn't make a move. "Well, are you just going to stand
there?"

	Clint rolled his eyes and pulled off his shirt. This job was going
from great to amazing. Clint slipped out of his pants, revealing no
underwear. His cock wasn't as big as Avery's but it was thick. It almost
looked too thick for his body. He slipped in the shower with us and
automatically locked his lips onto mine as Avery began to fuck me in
earnest. I moaned into Clint's mouth as both he and Avery manipulated my
body. Clint took hold of my cock, making me groan. He grinned at me, then
slid down the shower wall.

	I basically screamed when Clint sucked me all the way down his
throat. Avery placed his weight on my body, making me lean forward against
the wall. Between the intense fucking Avery was doing and the deep
throating Clint was administering, this ordeal wouldn't last too long. I
was feeling pleasure from two very sensitive places for an extended amount
of time and I almost couldn't handle it. I closed my eyes and let them do
whatever they wanted. I had no objections. Except...

	My mind flashed back to Justin and what he had said to me
earlier. "You don't need to use sex to
 get what you need, okay? You have more going for you than sex."

	I pushed him out of my mind. This was recreational sex. I wasn't
using it to get anything. I just...  wanted to fuck. Yeah.

	I was yanked out of my thoughts when I realized I was close. "Oh,
fuck. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fucking shoot." I grabbed Clint by his
hair, compelling him to suck harder. I let out a moan and shot a huge load
into his mouth. When I looked down, I could see my cum dripping out of the
corners of his mouth. Avery and I watched intently as Clint fingered his
ass, jerking himself to orgasm, cum dribbling out of his mouth. He shot a
load all over his abs and chest, moaning quietly.

	"I guess it's my turn," Avery grunted, still thrusting away. He
pulled out of me and disposed of the condom. "You want to finish me off?"
he asked me. I didn't respond. I simply sunk to my knees and inhaled him
into my mouth. It only took a few minutes for Avery to tense up. I pulled
off of him and aimed the head at my open mouth. "Here it comes!"

	Avery was a shower, a grower and a shooter. His cum was like a high
powered hose. The first shot flew directly into my mouth, as did the
second. But, Avery's spasms caused the other shots to fly erratically,
landing in my hair, my eye, my cheek and nose. By the time he finished, my
face was covered in his load. He took a few deep breaths and smiled down at
me. "God, you look hot right now," he commented. He helped me and Clint
stand up, kissing me right away. I separated from him and washed my face
off, reminding him that we did have to get ready for work. If you could
call it that.

	Five minutes later, the three of us clambered out of the shower,
Avery and myself drying and heading to the mirrors. I was in my thong and
Avery was wearing a pair of boxers. "Want me to do your makeup?" he
asked. I nodded and Avery went to it. The majority of the body makeup was
on the arms and chest. There were swirls and points and curves all over the
place. As Avery did my makeup, he introduced me to the other guys.

	"Over there, that's Ashley and the tall one is Aaron. They're sort
of an item. Don't even bother trying anything with them. The brunette over
there is Seth. He's a jerk. Big dick. But, a jerk, nonetheless.  The short
guy is Matt. He's sweet. Next to him is Brandon. He's a good guy, great
dancer. Just don't get him mad or you'll pay for it. That's Dale and next
to him is Cornelius. Those two can get into some major trouble
sometimes. The really tall guy is Colin. I hate him with a passion. I don't
even know why he's here.  The one who just walked in is McKay. He's good,
but can be a little annoying sometimes. He just sat down with Quinn. Hot as
hell, obviously. Good fuck, too. That's Nick. Funny guy. Big dick. David's
the one working on his hair. Gives great head. He has a thing for Nick
though. The little guy next to him is Bastion.  He can be a real ass, but
he's genuinely a good guy,"

	"Fifteen of us every night?" I asked.

	"Actually, there are twenty five of us right now. That's only on
Fridays and Saturdays. Ten are out there right now. There's usually about
fifteen or so on the weeknights. Sometimes less. And, during special
events, there could be up to forty of us out there,"

	"Oh. Okay,"

	"And... done,"

	I looked at myself in the mirror. Avery had done a really good
job. "Wow. This is cool. Are you going to be able to do it on yourself?"

	Avery nodded. "Yeah. It's not that hard once you get the hang of
it. And, if you think this is complex, you should have seen the Halloween
makeup last year. We had to be here two hours early just to get it all
done,"

	"That must have been elaborate,"

	"Yeah. It took almost two hours to get it all off, too,"

	"Are you two almost ready?"

	Avery and I turned to face a somewhat unhappy looking
Saperstien. "Brian and Jackson need to come down. It's ten till. I need you
up there in the next twenty minutes,"

	"You said we didn't go up until half past," I said. "We still have
forty minutes,"

	I noticed that everyone in the room had fallen silent and was
staring at us. Saperstien moved close to me. So close that I could feel the
heat off of his body. "I just said be up there by ten after. Don't make me
come in here again. And, don't question me. If you weren't so busy whoring
around, you'd be ready by now. Got it?"

	I looked down and nodded. Saperstien walked off in a huff leaving
me in a stunned silence. Great.  First day on the job and I already fucked
up. I sat down in my chair and went to work on my makeup. A few minutes of
silence in the room went by before one of the other guys, Quinn walked up
to me. "Look, Sap can be a real ass sometimes. Don't let it get to you." He
took my chin in his hand and placed a gentle peck on my lips. "You'll get
used to it,"

	He patted me on my back and walked out of the room. I felt a little
better, but not by much. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble,"

	"It's not your fault, Avery. He's right. I was fucking when I
should have been working,"

	"Keiran, he-"

	"I'm fine,"

	I left it at that and moved to my hair, spritzing the dye all over,
making sure my hair was good and red. As that dried, I continued applying
my facial makeup. I slipped into my shorts and shoes, then did the final
styling on my hair, making two large devil horns as requested. Avery held a
hairdryer to my horns, making them dry quicker. "You're good to go. And,
with ten minutes to spare. Ready to do this?"

	"Let's go," I quipped. Avery and I strutted out into the club,
blasted by sudden noise. A remix of Kelis' song `Milkshake' had just come
on and my body started moving all its own. There were plenty of ass smacks
and body gropes, but I paid no mind. A few bills had found their way into
my shorts. I could see that one was a twenty. Good start. As the song
really began to pick up, Avery and I hopped up onto the far end of the bar,
opposite of where we needed to be. So, we simply strutted down, avoiding
drinks and flirting with customers, making some cash on the way.

	About halfway down the bar, I spotted Emmett. My caution
immediately took over and I looked around for Justin, but, thankfully, I
didn't see him. As I stepped over his pink Martini, I leaned over
seductively and blew a kiss at Emmett. He gave me a tip, then stopped. I
could barely hear him over the music. "Keiran? Is that you?" he yelled.

	"Hey, Emmett!"

	"Justin is going to kill you!"

	I shrugged. "Is he here?"

	Emmett nodded. "He's dancing, but he'll stop for a drink any minute
now. You better not let him catch you. Especially not on the bar. He won't
take that well. Getting head to get ahead. Shame on you,"

	"He won't recognize me. And don't you dare tell him!"

	"I won't hun! Now get up there and shake that tight little rump of
yours!"

	"Don't tell Michael or Brian either!"

	"Your secret's safe with me! Now, shut up and dance!"

	I smiled and did just that, giving it my all. It was quite a while
before I caught sight of Justin. He emerged from the pool of men without a
shirt and sweating profusely. He was no more than five feet away from me
when he ordered the drink. I nearly fell off the bar when he looked
directly at me. When he beckoned me over, I hesitated, but went anyway,
still dancing.

	I leaned over, swaying sexily. "You're hot," he said to me,
slurring his speech. "And you remind me of someone I know. I wanna fuck
you,"

	Thank god. He was drunk. "Maybe some other time, cutie," I
replied. He pouted. "Aw, come on.  Just a quickie. You know you can't
resist,"

	"We'll see." He seemed content with that answer, even though I knew
I would not be fucking him until I was out of costume. I did, however, pull
him into a passionate kiss, leaving red glitter on his lips. In return, he
gave me a little something. "Thanks, hot stuff," he said, stumbling
slightly. "I will see you later,"

	You sure will, I thought to myself. I returned to my post, gaining
more and more money in my shorts by the moment. I found that when I danced
with Avery, we both got more. Consequently, there was a lot of grinding
between the two of us. I must have been at least an hour later when
Saperstien showed up behind the bar. "Take a break. Ten minutes,"

	Avery and I headed to the back for a breather. Once in the dressing
room, I began to count what I had made so far. "Two hundred and twenty
seven dollars," I grinned. "In an hour! That is the best I have ever
done. At this rate, I can get my own place,"

	"Look at all those twenties. Damn, you're good for a first timer,"
Avery said, reapplying some of his makeup. I scoffed, putting the money
away. "Who said I was a first timer? I was a stripper at the age of
sixteen,"

	"Sixteen?" Avery repeated, sounding shocked. I nodded and worked on
my horns. "Yup. Left home and took up stripping. Supported myself on three
nights a week,"

	"That's horrible,"

	"That's life,"

	"Why did-"

	"Ten minutes are up! Let's go get paid! Still have two hours to
go!"

	I basically dragged Avery back to the bar, eager to make some more
cash. After a few minutes, I got a little thirsty, so I asked the bartender
if he could give me a drink. He handed me some random glass that I threw
back. I had no clue what it was, but I asked for another anyway. Within a
span of twenty minutes, it hit me. Later I found out that the drink had two
shots of Everclear and a shot of vodka. Good stuff. Needless to say, the
dancing got a little more provocative at that point. Avery and I basically
had sex again, this time on the bar and clothed. But, we got tips like
nobody's business.

	An hour passed like minutes and Saperstien showed up again to give
us our break. "Last break of the night. Make it worth it."

	Back to the dressing room to count the loot. "How much did you get
this time?" Avery asked, counting his own. I grinned. "Two hundred and
eighty eight,"

	"Three twenty two," he smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well, I am
dancing on the bar on my first night, so there,"

	"So was I back when I started,"

	He sneered as I playfully hit him on the shoulder. "Final makeup
check for the night." I said, making sure everything was in order. "Good?"
I asked.

	"Good,"

	"All right. Let's rock,"

	We headed out for the final show. Emmett had disappeared and I was
sure Justin had, too. Even in his inebriated state, I was afraid that he
might recognize me and remember in the morning. Then again, he was pretty
far gone. The crowd had thinned out, as had the tips, but I was still doing
good. Avery and I separated for the last run, dancing at opposing ends of
the bar. This shift actually seemed longer than an hour, seeing as we
didn't have as much energy to feed off of. Around one fifty, Saperstien
came around, letting all the dancers know we were free to go.

	"Not you, Keiran. I want to see you after you get changed,"

	"Sure,"

	I jaunted to the dressing room and changed, not bothering to remove
all of the makeup. I would shower at home. "Hey, why are you in such a
rush?" Avery asked as he sat taking off the body makeup. I shoved my makeup
into my bag. "Saperstien wants to see me,"

	Avery's confident look wavered slightly, like he knew
something. "What?" I asked. He shook his head. "Nothing. I'll see you
tomorrow night?"

	"Sure thing,"

	"Night, Keiran,"

	I ran up the stairs to the booth where I had found Saperstien last
time. He had his back to me, but before I even reached him, he began
speaking. "Keiran. You're new here, so I'll let you know this. When I tell
you to do something, you do it without delay. Don't question me, regardless
of the situation. If I tell you you're on in an hour, then come back and
tell you to be ready in two minutes, you better be ready in two
minutes. And, definitely don't talk back to me when you've been fucking
with two other employees.  Do you understand?"

	"Yes, Gary,"

	"You're off the bar,"

	I dropped my bag. "No, please! I can't be off the bar! I need the
money! I don't have anything else going for me! I made so much tonight! I
can actually support myself. Please..."

	He turned to face me. "If you want to stay on the bar, you have to
prove it to me,"

	I knew what he was getting at. "What do I have to do?"

	I followed his gaze down to his crotch, which he was subtly
massaging. I heard two distinct voices in my head. The first one was
Justin's again. Telling me that I don't have to use sex to get ahead. The
second was Michael's telling me that Saperstien uses his dances for his own
purposes. Then, a third. It was my own voice, counting the money that I had
just made in three hours, totaling almost eight hundred dollars. Guess who
won?

	I knelt on the floor in front of Saperstien and looked up at
him. He was smiling and that somehow made me uncomfortable. Nevertheless, I
sighed and unbuttoned his jeans, hooking his underwear under his balls. At
that point, I felt even more uncomfortable. His dick wasn't too big. It was
just obscenely fat. It had to be six and a half inches around, at
least. And, the mushroom tip was even bigger. Despite my experience, I
didn't know if I could do this.

	"What are you waiting for?" Saperstien asked, snapping me out of my
thoughts. I looked up at him, unsure of what to say. "I... I don't know
if..."

	"Fine," he snapped, stuffing himself back inside his jeans. "Off
the bar,"

	"No! I'll... I'll do it,"

	He pulled his cock out again, taking one hand to hold my head and
the other to aim it at my face.  For the first time in my life, as he moved
closer and closer to my mouth, I was afraid to do something sexual. Justin
had planted this seed in my head and it was growing by the second. Every
closing millimeter equaled an inch that the seed expanded. Soon, it would
explode. But, not now. I had agreed to do this and, if I didn't, I would be
in trouble.

	I timidly took the tip into my mouth, my jaw already
stretching. The only thing I could do was to tease with my tongue. There
was no room for anything else. Saperstien seemed content with that for a
while, but I knew he would get tired of it. "If you want to keep your spot
at the bar, you're going to have to do better than that," he moaned. I
pulled back, continuing to jerk him off, and went for his nuts. Much to my
surprise, he roughly yanked me back by my hair. "Open your mouth." When I
hesitated, he smacked me with the weight of his cock. "I said open your
mouth,"

	I did as he said, trying to convince myself that I wanted to do
this. Trying to convince myself that it was the alcohol. Without warning,
Saperstien shoved the entire length of his dick down my throat, making me
cough violently. I had taken lengths up to eleven inches without a
problem. But, length couldn't compete with this thickness. It simply
blocked up my entire throat. I couldn't relax enough to adjust, so that
made it all the more complicated. My jaw felt as if it would split at any
minute, but I couldn't stop until Saperstien said so. I tried my best to
handle his cock like a pro, but I simply couldn't. My throat ached and
tears were forming in my eyes from the strain. Not to mention the fact that
he was still pulling my hair and ramming down my throat like a madman.

	I lost track of time during the oral assault, but I was more than
happy when Saperstien announced his impending orgasm. "And, you're going to
swallow it all." Kiss of death. Unless he pulled back, I wouldn't be able
to take his load, much less swallow it. His thrusts got impossibly harder
and faster, causing more coughing on my part. As the spit dribbled down my
chin, Saperstien pushed his cock all the way into my mouth, cuing a
coughing fit and his climax. His sperm hit the back of my throat and then
violently came back up, flying out of my stuffed mouth with every
hack. When Saperstien finally pulled out, I heaved over, coughing up what
seemed like gallons of his cum. I cursed myself in the back of my head.

	"Jesus Christ! You got cum all over my shoes!"

	"I'm sorry," I whispered, still looking down at the floor, a mix of
spit and sperm dripping out of my mouth. Saperstien sighed. "You've got one
more chance. I'm having a party this weekend at my place and I need a
little entertainment for my friends. If you come and have a good time, I'll
keep you on the bar.  Do we have a deal?"

	Why couldn't I force myself to say no?

	"I'll be there,"

	"Good. Get out of here. Be back at eleven tomorrow,"

	I grabbed my stuff and slowly walked out of the club, replaying the
situation in my mind. It started to dawn on me that maybe everyone was
right. Debbie, Emmett, Michael, Avery. Justin. I didn't even realize that I
had started crying until I stepped outside. I looked up at Avery through
bleary eyes. He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and wiped the mess of my
face. "Come on. I'll walk you home,"

	I shook my head and pressed my body to his. "You can come home with
me, if that's what you want," he said quietly. I couldn't respond through
the tears, so he wrapped his arm around me and led me back to his
place. All the while, I wondered why I had done this to myself. I wondered
what made me think that this was a good life. I wondered why I chose to
ignore everyone's warnings. Mostly, I wondered what Justin would say if he
saw me right now...

<<Okay. Whew. One more chapter down. Right now, there are seven
chapters. I'm trying not to write too much, but I get kinda carried away
sometimes. Feel free to write me and suggest any plot twists. I may try to
incorporate some into the story if I like the idea. E-mail me at
MoonDawgy99@excite.com and please put 'Justin's New Boy' as the subject or
I may think you're a spammer. THANKS! MWAH!>>