Page 2 of All of Us

Alan slowed down and looked at the pictures on the wall. “Is that Montgomery Wilson from DRACO?”

The photograph was one of my favorites. My brother Arthur and his husband were on their horses, holding hands, looking at each other. You could see the love between them.

“Yes, it is. He is my brother-in-law.” I smiled. I knew I had nothing to do with it, but it was pretty cool to have one of the world’s most popular musicians as a family member.

“No shit? That’s cool.” He took one more look at the picture, then pulled on his jacket. “Joe, I wasn’t kidding about the offer of joining us. It could be for a night or until you wanted something else. You are good-looking, smart, and successful. You are the full package.”

I blushed. “I. Thank you. I just don’t think I could share like that.”

He nodded, then gave a little smirk, "Like I said. Don’t knock it until you try it,” he winked. “Take care of yourself, Joe.”

After they left the house, I leaned against the door and thought about that surreal conversation. I really didn’t know how people had relationships with multiple people at the same time. It felt like sharing someone I cared about with another man would be too difficult. I wasn’t even a jealous person, but that was my line. It was just not something for me. It was still nice to be asked, though.

Spaghetti sauce had been in the crock pot all day, and it smelled great. Before Dusty arrived, I brushed my teeth and freshened up. I took my bun down because Dusty would use it to control me, and I liked it.

It took a long time for him to give in to my flirting. His explanation was that he didn’t want his boss to kill him for hurting his brother-in-law. When he told me, I laughed because Arthur married a good man. Mont—our name for Montgomery Wilson, the rock star—treated me like his brother, but he would never get involved in my personal life. Finally, I convinced him that he wouldn’t lose his job if we kissed.

Being intimate with Dusty has been good for me. At twenty-seven, I moved away from my hometown and had no experience with men. There had been clumsy attempts with women over the years, but those, as expected, ended poorly. The first time I met Dusty, I flirted with him because I was instantly drawn to him. He was shorter than me—I was only five foot ten—dressed like he was a groupie, but the best part was that he was kind. His nature comforted me, and he made me laugh when I thought I had forgotten how.

When my brother’s mental health took a turn, I moved myself into his cottage, and Dusty had been an essential part of getting me to Titanburg. Immediately, we became friends, regularly texting, sharing memes, and lots of me being cheeky. At Wilson family events, we would see each other, but my time was limited as I settled into a new town. Unfortunately, that meant we didn’t spend much time one-on-one.

Finally, after a party my brother had, Dusty needed a ride home, and both of us were still wound up from the night. I invited him into my cottage for coffee. Finally, I got my kiss and a clumsy handjob. That night, he crashed on my couch, and over breakfast, we decided it was okay to have a friendship where we sometimes got each other off. We’ve made good on that decision quite a few times, but I’m interested in going further with him. Kissing and hand jobs were great, but there was so much more I wanted to experience.

For some reason, Dusty was still being delicate with me, and I needed to convince him that it wasn’t necessary. Tonight was the night, because he was about to leave town for two weeks, and before he went, I would suck his dick.

My cock swelled, and my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around him and making him come. Neither of us wanted a relationship, so this was ideal. I liked getting off with someone, and I assumed Dusty did too, plus the options in Titanburg were lean. The best part was that I wouldn’t have to worry about feeling awkward the next morning.

Dusty would be here around 7:30 p.m., and I had a time limit to get things done because he would need to get home. We had thirty minutes to eat, thirty minutes to convince him it was a great idea to let me blow him, and then I had an hour to get down to business. With that timetable in mind, I got the pasta water boiling so we could have as much time as possible to play.

At 7:45 p.m., there was a knock, then Dusty stuck his head in. “Hey Joe.”

“Come on in, dinner is almost ready.” His being fifteen minutes late cut into my plan, but I could work with it. My laptop was open on the dining table with the photoshoot from this morning. As he took off his shoes and jacket, he walked over and looked at the pictures.

“Damn Joe, those are amazing, and I don’t just mean because these guys are sexy as hell. You are so talented.”

I couldn’t help but feel happy and fuzzy about his compliment. Once I moved to Titanburg, I could take the types of pictures I wanted. After I turned eighteen, my only option was to work for my parents because I was undereducated and terrified they would find out I was gay. My parents had gaslighted and threatened me for years, which got them what they wanted: a good little follower of their crazy, very cult-like beliefs.

I had watched them kick Arthur out when he told them he was gay, and I didn’t know what I would do if it happened to me. When my brother and sister were given the option to start their own business with the help of our brother-in-law, I jumped at it because I could no longer live under the oppression that had become my life.

I moved here to support Arthur, and when we got him on his feet, Montgomery married him. Now they were incredibly happy, and since my brother no longer needed my constant support, I had the chance to flourish. With the community embracing me, I got tons of work locally. Erotic portraits are my side hustle, but what I love doing.

I loved to take pictures of couples and individuals. I’d get booked privately, or I would hire someone and sell them to a variety of sources, like I did today. Now I live my authentic self professionally and personally. I have become an entirely different person, and now I want to suck cock.

It felt like Dusty ate too slowly. “After we are done, we should hang out for a bit. When do you need to head home?” I tried to sound casual.

“Yeah, I can chill for a few hours.” He took another bite.

Why did he chew so thoroughly? Has he always eaten this way? It’s like he is intentionally torturing me. My leg bounced under the table. I hadn’t really eaten, just pushed my food around.

“Not hungry?” He looked at my plate and pointed with his fork.

“Not really.”

His lips turned up at my response. A flush of warmth traveled through me, my cock plumping up. He was really cute, and I enjoyed kissing him a lot. The feel of him in my hand was perfect, and when he touched me, I could hardly breathe. He was almost done, and I had to sit on my hands to keep myself from taking his dish before he was finished. As he lifted the last bite to his mouth, I picked up the plate.

“Let’s go sit.” I went to the couch.

He followed me with confidence in how he moved. The smirk on his lips proved that he was aware of what I wanted. Now my cock was painfully hard because we both knew what was about to happen. I needed to figure out how to approach doing more with him tonight.