"The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for."
Brian leaned against the cool bricks of the building across the alley from
Babylon. Hidden in the shadows, he took a long drag from his cigarette then
slowly blew smoke rings in the air. The glow from the tip was the only hint that
some one was there. It was mid-week but the line to get into the club was almost
as long as Saturday night. Brian snickered to himself. You can bash us or blow
us up, but you can’t keep a good queer down; not unless the queer in question
wanted to go down.
Brian stood there, watching the long line of young men all hoping they were
pretty enough, hot enough or buff enough to flirt their way past the bouncer to
get into the hottest club in Pittsburgh. Indulging his ego, Brian would
occasionally stand in the line, dressed in black, wearing his dark shades. He
liked to listen to the gossip, comments, hopes and dreams of the men and women
waiting to get in. And if they were lucky enough, perhaps they’d get the chance
to meet the ‘one.’ As if to further stroke Brian’s ego, the legend of the Stud
continued to live on. However, it was such a long time ago that most of the kids
didn’t know what Brian looked like or who the man behind the legend really was.
And as with most legends, the hero lives on and on, his attributes exaggerated.
The legendary organ that never grew soft was the thickest, hardest, longest cock
that had ever been seen, sucked or fucked. Brian snorted a laugh. Rumor had it
that he was often seen fucking his way through the dance floor and backroom.
An older and a helluva lot wiser, Brian Kinney did nothing to confirm or deny
the stories about him. The adman knew the stories only helped Babylon’s bottom
line, no pun intended. The proceeds made Brian more money than he really needed,
so much of it went to the Vic Grassi House and other similar charities. As for
Kinnetik, it practically ran itself but Brian wasn’t quite ready for retirement.
Not just yet.
Brian snubbed out his cigarette then shut his eyes for a moment, feeling the
vibrations from the thumpa thumpa music beat through his body.
"How’s it goin’? You had a busy night?" Brian opened his eyes at the sound of
the familiar voice. Even in the dark, Brian could see a set of deep blue eyes
shining up at him. He smirked.
"Just checking out the bars, you know, Boy Toy, Meathook..."
"Meathook, really? So you’re into leather?"
"Sure."
"Where you headed?" Justin asked.
"No place special."
"I can change that," Justin responded smugly.
"You already have, Sunshine," Brian replied sincerely then chastely kissed a
creamy cool cheek.
A pale hand reached out toward Brian. Brian took it and allowed Justin to pull
him away from the wall. Hand in hand they began to walk past Babylon’s front
door.
"You want in, Boss?" the bouncer asked as he recognized the stunning man. "The
line’s long and we got a full house but we always have room for you," the
bouncer said with a smile.
Justin looked up into Brian’s eyes. "You can if you want to, I don’t mind
waiting. I can go to the studio and paint for a few hours."
Brian gazed at the long line of the young and beautiful men, inhaling the
testosterone in the air. His cocked twitched in his jeans and Brian
automatically adjusted himself. Justin gave Brian an all knowing smile. Then
Brian turned to his life partner and shook his head. Leaning down to give Justin
a proper kiss, Brian whispered into Justin’s ear.
"Nah, there’s nothing in there worth waiting in line for when I have you. Let’s
go home, Sunshine." Getting ‘that’ smile, the legend and his partner went
home.
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