B. & J.

Barcelona Spain was a getaway for men who needed a safe haven, to escape from the social norms thrusted upon them. Traditional boundaries set in from ancient archaic wisdom, haunted the queer community the world over. Yet in Barcelona the queer could be queer freely, and men from all over Europe sought refuge within this domain. Brian Epstein had the advantage from most of the men of his sexual preference, because his families name and upper class finances afforded him more leisure. Even more fortunate, for this man of means, he had an unspoken arrangement with his kin. The British man was not expected to marry or was cast out by his relative’s. Still he was officially a life long bachelor, but what was never uttered about him, was understood. He kept his behavior discreet at home, but in Barcelona the man was able to experience a freedom most people take for granted.
Yet even in the land of open exposure, Brian was a rather reserved man, quiet, even accurately described as shy at times. His outward behavior in Spain changed little from his routine mannerism at home. Mostly because his wealth and class protected him, but also he was comfortable with the set of regression of his lust. He was just naturally a private person. The young man in his company couldn’t be more different. He was brash, with a wild smile and always up for mischief.
“Come on Bri” said the youthful voice running up the stairs to their shared hotel suite. Brian was cautious, this wouldn’t be the first young man who thought he could manipulate him through sex. Still the lad disappeared ahead in the darkness, with wild promises and even wilder tales. The older man didn’t respond, he simply kept his pace up the stairs, watching his companion go through the door, out of his sight.
Upon entry of their lovely hotel space, Brian had seen no one, until predictably, the door closed behind him and the young man jumped into his arms. The beautiful youth instantly latched onto the older mans mouth as the strong athletic arms pulled the mature body in close. The kiss was sloppy and passionate. A wild romp in the mouth the young were known for. So clearly this young man was serious in his offer, but how experienced was he? The way the youth sold himself, he was the Don Juan of queer lovers.
Brian let his client unbutton his shirt and the small thin man was presented the fully formed chest of a man six years his senior. The youth expression slipped for a moment but would not be deterred and persisted in the seduction. However the experienced homosexual had enough of being teased and figured he’d put this little Teddy Boy to the test. Taking a hold of the youth by the waist, Mister Epstein pushed his hips into his eager lover and that’s when his companions eyes widened with the realization. This was not like his experience with boys his age. This was a full grown man and more than he bargained for.
The young John Lennon the self proclaimed leader of his little group, decided to seduce their new manager himself. Blatantly offering his fresh young body, the Beatle wanted this Mister Epstein fella to know who he should be doing business with. The brazen lad was eager to do what it took, even with this surprise he had not anticipated. However seeing the obvious change in the young mans demeanor, the older simply stood up straight and locked the young man by the eye.
“What do you want John?” He asked in a serious tone.
“I want you to know I will do whatever it takes to get the group big,” the client explained. “and if you want sexual favors from any of us, expect them only from me.” A rather bold and honest stance, the business man had to admit. He respected the upfront forwardness of it all.
“While I appreciate your honesty, but it is completely unnecessary to offer any sexual advances.” Mister Epstein told his companion plainly. Hoping to have cleared this misunderstanding up, the host of this get away expected to find the youth relieved of a burden, however that didn’t seem to be the case.
“Why?” John was scowling slightly at the unexpected answer to his generous offer.
“Because you don’t need to offer me sex,” the gentleman assured. “I fully intend to make you and the lads huge.”
“Oh. So you don’t want me?” The young Lennon inquired, sounding almost disappointed.
“It’s not about rejecting you,” the man wasn’t trying to insult his guest. “but explaining it’s unnecessary to offer yourself to me like this.” Carefully placing his hand on the slightly shorter man’s shoulders, Brian wanted to drive a point into this eager leader. “ I already believe you’ll be a hit. I know it!”
“Okay,” the younger said while breaking the embrace with a bit of disappointment looming on his face. Brian studied his guest in confusion, he wasn’t sure if he was reading the young man correctly.
“Did you want to go through with this?” Mister Epstein pried, seeing John’s silhouette in the shadow along the wall he loomed.
The two travelers had spent the day together exploring beaches and pubs. John asked to see real live queers out and about. He wanted a view of the hidden society of roaming homosexuals. As if these men and women were wild buffalo in the states. Whenever a couple would come into the lads sight, he bombarded his host with questions.
“Are they a couple?
Is that one a prostitute?
Which ones the woman in that pair?” The younger man was also excited to ask him about what he liked in sexual partners. Every question he had for a single man he saw, were inquiries of Brian’s personal preference.
It didn’t take long after that for the youth to start sharing his own queer experiences. Most of it was highly exaggerated, but some seemed genuine. John had clearly did  some experimenting, mostly mutual masturbation with his peers. However was this boy actually interested in being with him or not was still unclear. The idea of a less than excited partner disinterested the lover of men. He loved men and love to please his bed partners as much as he received. Now the pair were together, in their dim hotel suite. The lights were off for the intimate effect, but was this desire or deception? John had walked away with his head heavy on his shoulders. It seemed he wanted to say something, but was uncomfortable to speak it aloud.
“I may have embellished a little in my tales of conquest.” The young singer put so eloquently.
“I know.” His manager told him softly.
“I like women you know.” The youth wanted to make the obvious clear.
“Yes, I was at your wedding.” Epstein said with a smile.
“but…” Lennon began then stopped. The lad was acting rather shy, the older man noticed this new behavior in his client.
“Go on, it’s okay.” The wise man assured.
“Well…” John paused for a second but continued. “I’ve only played a little with the boys me own age. We never really touch. They’re boys like me, you know…” he stopped again, then finished his statement. “scared to do more.”
“What are you asking of me?” the manager directly inquired.
“I don’t know…” the boy had some frustration in his voice, as he dragged his feet along the carpet. “I just thought, being with a grown man might be different.” John could feel the blood that was pooling in his face. In a way, the brash youth couldn’t believe how exposed he was. It was easy to think of the old man just having his way with him, but this bloody conversation was making shit awkward.
“Different how?” Brian understood, but he wanted Lennon to say it out loud first. John locked his eyes onto the floor, obviously this was something he was struggling with.
“Not scared to touch each other.” The lad confessed in a whisper. Now things were as they should be. The real part of this man was coming out, while the masque he wore for most people, fell and shattered before him. A sense of vulnerability overpowered the moment, as his ego and pride were forced aside. This is what Mister Epstein needed to hear. Carefully he approached the younger man, gently giving his hair a stroke.
“Its okay.” The gentle voice soothed the younger man. “I just needed to know this was something you really wanted to try.” Brian reached in and drew the smaller man nearer. John turned around and allowed his body to fold into the older mans arms. Instantly the lad nestled into the larger chest before him. Ah, another boy needing a father figure. The host thought to himself as he caressed the youth in his arms lovingly. Maybe this was all the lad really desired. Sometimes these troubled young men with troubled backgrounds just need to feel loved.
In a paternal manner, the queer man began to rock the lad, causing the younger to lose himself in the embrace. The Beatles body became slightly limp but overtly docile. Brian began to wonder if his little client would fall asleep in his arms. It has happened before with these boys looking for the affections they lacked from their fathers. However this young man did not begin to nod off, but reached up and lightly kissed his manager on the mouth. It was a nervous kiss, full of vulnerability. This was a brave move for one so limited in their experience.
Laying the younger down on the bed, the manager chose to lie next to his inexperienced partner for now. He wasn’t sure if this was sexual, a need for affection or both. He kept his touch innocent so that he could read the youths reactions. Petting the soft face, stroking the long hair, yes their were clearly some kind of a reaction to everything he did. However Brian couldn’t tell if this was just starvation for fatherly love or the submission to the more experienced man.
“John,” Brian gently spoke up, using a finger to make circular motions on the lads forehead. “Tell me about your mate Paul.” The youngers eyes shot open at the sound of his closest friends name.
“What about Paulie?” John asked nervously and protectively.  Paul McCartney was his best friend and likely the most nearest and dearest to the rebellious youths heart.
“Before we do this, I want you to come clean about how you really feel about Mr. McCartney.” Mister Epstein instructed. “Tell me the truth.” He spoke softly but firmly enough to get the deep seeded answer his suspicions saw growing.
“You have to promise to tell no one!” the youth cried. He could feel his heart flutter at the thought.
“Of course.” The experienced bedmate promised.
“I love him more than anyone, even my wife.” Lennon sheepishly admitted.
“Do you desire him sexually?” The young man bashfully nodded in response to this question and added.
“Whenever a group of us would rub one out together, talking about girls, I always find a way to watch him without him or the others noticing.” This confirmed what the manager already knew about the two lead singers.
“May I kiss you?” Brian asked gently. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating the man in his clutches.
“Yes.” Whispered the other. He leaned down over the Beatle and kissed him lightly. Brian then leaned up as before.
“How did that feel?” Mister Epstein inquired, though he could see Lennon’s shift in his pants, reacting to his action.
“Really good.” Gasped the younger man.
“May I kiss your neck?” the manager whispered close to his clients ear. John could feel the hot breath teasing the area that was requested to be touched.
“yes…” the lad agreed eagerly.
As the lips of the older man lightly traveled across the younger mans skin, the younger would squirm a little. The cherub in his care reacted in awe to the sensations, realizing it wasn’t so much physically different than being with a woman. However visually the sensation was different, it was more exciting, more taboo. Then the deeper bites, holding the muscle in the mouth ever so firmly by the teeth, grabbed hold of the musicians attention. The younger jolted in surprise.
That sense of danger to the vital structure, was both erotic and frightening to John. He had thought he’d show the older man a good time, but it ended up being him receiving a time he would never forget. The lad wanted to be strong, but realized that his companion saw through his act. Now the lead singer was at the mercy of this older man, who was nurturing in his approach. Lennon was usually aggressive in his sexual relations with women. He was always in control, but here he was not the one with the power.
Mister Epstein asked to remove his shirt, he said yes and even lifted up to aid in the garments removal. Brian asked to touch his nipples, which John agreed and didn’t regret. The experience was surreal, the singer felt like he left his body. The older man was soft with every touch, and played with his young bed companion for a long time. Lennon just took in all this pleasure he was being given to so generously.
Then the younger looked up at his manager, eyes eager and lips full of arousal.
“I want to touch you.” John whispered.
“Of course.” Brian replied, then he removed his shirt. Seeing the flat chest above him, Lennon ran his fingers through the male torso. Then the lad played with his managers nipples which the older man found more endearing than arousing. While the manager petted his young lovers head, John snuggled into the wise man’s breast again. This wasn’t just nervousness of being with a man, it was starvation of masculine love. A fatherly affection in a close intimate way, to replace the innocent fatherly bond he was denied. Knowing this man’s home issues, the older gave the youth the comfort and love he craved.
“You’re a good boy you know.” The fatherly lover whispered, while stroking the young mans head. He knew how desperately youths like him need to hear that. So often these lads their age are scolded and criticized. A single tear rolled down the youthful face, as Epstein’s finger wiped the tear away. Curling in the loving enclosure of this older mans arms, the Beatle nestled in, soaking up what he thirst for. Brian simply allowed his client all the time he needed in the embrace. The lad from Liverpool, with a chip on his shoulder was feeling protected and loved, where with women he was expecting to always be in this role.
The bed became the theater, in which the experimenting lover felt he was merely watching from afar. It was too unreal that this was happening. The youth was no longer in his element, everything was consensual but he was not directing. This man who held him had the power. Not just to please him, but to pull his inner self out. Everything was more exposing with the queer manager, who managed more than just his career. Mister Epstein made him and his bandmates mature, behave and try new things that frightened them. Lennon definitely understood the last part as his male lover caused his dick to stand firm and hard at attention, pressing tightly against his button trousers.
Although this was a new experience for John, his manager was so comforting to be close to. Brian could be hard and cold, but he was most warm and loving. The gentleman from means was easy to get along with and liked to have a good time. He wasn’t a prude, he simply didn’t tolerated obstinacy. John loved this man for this quality more than any other. To know how to balance yourself right, between discipline and pleasure. It was an aspect of this man the youth coveted more than anything else. He longed to possess this trait, to finally have some semblance of peace in his life.
The musician eventually developed the courage to climb up to his male lovers face and give him another wild kiss. The young lover was so beautiful. His hazel brown eyes were warm, though quite mischievous, with a smile on the youthful face that could steal the elders heart. It was so cute! John’s personality was complex, which intrigue the older man. The lad had a wit that was sharp and funny. He was clever, always a step ahead in his calculating manner. Lennon was talented and knew it, but he had a chip on his shoulder, his dark side and many other layers to him. This package of a man was such a beautiful combination, the manager was more intrigued than enticed by lust. Though he wasn’t short of the latter either.
The young man became bolder, climbing on top of the older. The kid was out of his league, but was going to make a try to turn the roles around. Brian found the attempt adoring and figured he’d let it play out. More wet kisses, first to his mouth, working down his neck and stomach and then he watched his pants being undone by delicate hands. The experienced homosexual aided his partner in removing his lower clothing.
Once Brian was naked, Lennon stroked him, more for his own curiosity. Clearly Brian being circumcised threw him off a bit.  Not knowing what he was going to do, he kept bringing his face to the organ, only to shy away. This brought a smile to the experienced man’s face. It was so cute watching the little Teddy Boy muster the courage to orally pleasure him. He was touched that he cared enough to try.
The older pulled the Beatle back to his side and rewarded the younger with a passionate kiss.
“I’m sorry Epi,” John said meekly.
“Oral sex can be difficult to conceive for some men. I don’t want you to do it until your ready.” Brian explained holding Lennon’s head in his hands. The younger man seemed grateful for these words.
“But I want to pleasure you.” He said. This caused the older gentleman to feel emotional. Younger men have tried to use him to advance their careers or to get that fatherly love so many desire, but none showed genuine interest for him. Compulsion forced the manager to passionately embrace the boy again. These men had genuine affection for each other, which was a rare occurrence for both of them.
“You’re pleasuring me more than you can ever know.”  Epstein said to his eager partner. “You’re a beautiful man. I enjoy touching you more than what you can do for me physically.”
“You can touch me everywhere if it suits your fancy.” Lennon promised. The manager let his hand and mouth move in all the places he had already been approved of. Brian’s hands reached down to his companions pants, the older still asked for consent. The younger gave it freely, anticipating excitedly what he was going to experience. Brian unwrapped the pants to finely see the long awaited gift beneath the cloth. It was long and hard, which the older man couldn’t resist giving a teasing rub. This made John gasp and shiver. Epstein could see Lennon was nervous going this far. He felt honored by the trust the younger man was giving him. The youth helped in the removal of the pants and the two were completely nude. Epstein divided John’s legs, then carefully laid on top of the lad, cautious of his weight. Seeing the man above him, Lennon felt overpowered. Not unwillingly, but by the mass of the older man. He feared he would be penetrated, not something he wanted but was willing to do, for the good of the band of course.
However this was not what the older man did. Mister Epstein instead thrusted his thicker cock up against his thinner one. Brian leaned upward and put both penises in his hand and massaged. John found the act both physically but also visually erotic. The two began to thrust against one another. The pleasure was intense, especially when they were kissing at the same time. Something John didn’t think he would do so much of with a man. He found he liked being kissed by the older man with lips so soft and warm.
Being under Brian was comforting. He found himself in the mist of the older mans grip and could do nothing to protect himself if he had to, but he didn’t have to. That was the thrill really, completely trusting this older man with his life. It was so easy to feel safe with Brian. He was literally the most gentle man he had ever met. Lennon knew this about him, which is why he would even consider this activity. Sure he told himself he was doing this for the band, he was the leader after all, but he always leaned both ways when it came to the genders. It’s something he realized early on, which led to his gathering of friends for innocent sessions of self discovery. John had always been nervous about having a more experienced male lover, but Brian was so soft and careful in his every move, Lennon knew he made the right choice for his first time.
As both became in gulfed by the passion, John reached down to jerk the older man. He felt a need to please him and pulled on the older man while looking in his eyes.
The older man eyes watered a little by the sweet jester. It was just so nice to feel cared about in this way by someone he found so attractive. The older man increased his grip so intensely, the younger abandoned all efforts in stimulating his lover. Which was fine, the manager was still rubbing against his partner. Brian loved watching the smaller man under him tremble with pleasure. The contorted expressions in his face were easy to read. The younger had let himself go and submitted to the moment.
It wasn’t long until the warm sticky substance shot out from Lennon’s organ. John was in a tunnel of swirling ecstasy only to peek in a world wind of relief and a deep state of feeling safe. Brian finished soon after, as seeing his lovers climax was what brought him to his edge. He then reached over for a small towel on the nightstand and cleaned them both up.
Laying on his side, Epstein held his lover in his arms and the younger sought the shelter for his head on his chest. The feeling of the younger mans head on him made him feel loved. Even if it was rooted in daddy issues, it was still love for him.
“I love you Epi.” The younger man whispered as he drifted to sleep. “You make me feel safe.”
“I love you too Johnny. You will always be safe with me.”