The Plight of Cody Vale

“The plight of Cody Vale, a gay Pittsburgh teen who was refused tickets to his prom because he insisted on taking his boyfriend has fallen upon the ears of an unsung hero. An unknown benefactor has stepped forward to sponsor a prom that will welcome gay teens. The date of the prom is set for May 22nd, and will be held in the main ballroom of Pittsburgh’s Hilton Hotel.”

Patrons at the Liberty Diner attentively watched the Sunday morning news show as Cody Vale sat hand in hand with his boyfriend across from their interviewer.

“Cody first let me ask you. Is it true that you, and your boyfriend Richard have not met the unknown hero who came to your rescues.” reporter Sylvia Perez asked.

“Yes that’s true. I’ve spoken with him over the telephone, and he made me promise not to disclose his identity.” Cody Vale said.

“Why such secrecy?”

“I don’t know. I guess that’s just the way he is.” The teen speculated.

“How are both of your parents feeling about this?” Sylvia asked.

“Our parents are very happy.” Richard answered. “They are being very supportive, and they’re excited for us.”

“I understand that this prom has taken on an unexpected new level. Gay adults who were unable to attend their own prom are now trying to buy tickets to attend this one.” she said.

“That’s right.” Cody smiled. “Gay couples from all over the country have written inquiring about tickets. We only have so many tickets to go around, and the ballroom can only hold so many people. We have to limit the couples attending to high school seniors only.”

“How many tickets have you sold?”

“Almost two hundred. This morning we were down to our last fifty.” Cody said.

“And they’re probably all gone by now.” Richard added.

“We know that mayor Stockwell has openly denounced the prom, and stated for the record that the school board does not endorse a gay prom, and will have no part of it. Considering the incident that happened at St. James Academy three years ago, and the recent escalation of gay bashing being reported in the Pittsburgh area aren’t you afraid of trouble?”

“No we’re not afraid. There will be plenty of chaperones to make sure there is no trouble, and to make sure there will be no drugs, or liquor.” Richard said.

“Cody, and Richard can you tell us what this prom means to the two of you?” Sylvia Perez asked.

Cody held Richard’s hand tighter, and looked over into his lover’s eyes before he answered. “It means that we’re just like everyone else.” he said. “We completed the same course of study, and passed all of the same necessary tests that everyone else took to earn a place in our graduating class. Just like we’ve earned the right to graduate, we’ve earned the right to go to our prom.”

“Straight teens aren’t told who they can take to their prom. Why is it different for gay teens?”  Richard gave his closing remark.

“We’ll be staying abreast of this story. Have a great time at your prom guys.” Sylvia Perez concluded her interview.

Justin kissed the black Tahitian pearl suspended on the leather choker around his lover’s neck. “One, two, three.” He counted the ringlet birthmarks on the precious nacre. “I love this on you.” he whispered.

A sweat drenched Brian leaned his back against the cool brick wall that also doubled as his headboard. “I love wearing it for you baby.” He said between exhausted breaths. The slow descent of milky cum oozed from Justin’s ass down onto his lap. As a final good measure the young man raised up, and came down one last time before his lover’s erection began to fade. “Oooh.” Brian exhaled.

Justin ran his fingers through the matted hair on Brian’s head. “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I daddy?” he teased

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know when I’m injured.” Brian sighed.

Brian’s semi-hard cock remained inside Justin’s ass as the two sat locked in each other’s arms. “I’m so proud of you. But I really think you should tell someone.” Justin kissed his lover’s neck.

“No. This is a private war between me, and Stockwell.” Brian said. “I’m the one responsible for putting the motherfucker in office. I’m going to be the one to have him pushed out by exposing him for the homophobic bigot that he is.”

“I can’t think of a better way to say fuck you Stockwell than to throw a gay prom right in the middle of his straight city.” Justin smiled sardonically. “I read in the newspapers that the religious right wingers have been ringing his telephone off the hook.”

“The son-of-a-bitch asked for it.” Brian growled. “I was going to let it go like you suggested until the bastard flexed his political muscles, and had my kid thrown out of his snooty pre-school.”

“Lindsey said that Mel was so upset she had to be taken back to the doctor. Her blood pressure shot up from the stress. Thank God the baby is still ok. How is Gus?” Justin asked.

“Other than missing his playmates, he’s fine.” Brian said.

“And how about you?” Justin added.

“I still have my playmate.” Brian patted Justin’s ass.

“I’m not talking about playmates.” Justin said. “All the news coverage about the prom, and what happened to us at St James Academy …..”

“Us?”

“Yes Brian. The bashing happened to both of us.” Justin said. “Everyone was so busy worrying about me, that they all forgot about you.”

“I wasn’t the one laying on the parking garage floor with a pool of blood flowing from my head.” Brian said.

“No, you were the one with the pool of blood flowing from a broken heart.” Justin hugged his lover close. “Thank you Brian.” he whispered.

“For what?”

“For coming to my prom. Nothing that happened afterwards could ever take away the feeling of seeing you standing there in your black tuxedo. You made me so happy.”

Brian encircled his arms tighter around Justin’s waist. The cum that had melted down onto his lap had now plastered his baby’s ass onto his thighs. “What about since then? What about now, do I still make you happy Justin?” Brian asked cautiously.

“Always.” Justin smiled, and rocked his hips.

“Ummmm.” Brian closed his eyes.

All heads turned as Gardner Vance soldiered down the isle of Vanguard Advertising. The CEO’s face was red with rage following an early morning telephone call he had received. Gardner stormed into Brian’s office without pausing to knock, and nearly scaring Cynthia out of her chair. “Excuse us for a moment Cynthia.” he snorted.

Brian’s assistant silently slithered out of her seat, and cowl out of the office. “Good morning Gardner, please come in and have a seat.” Brian motioned toward Cynthia’s newly vacant chair in front of his desk.

“I don’t want to sit down. Do you know who I just got off of the phone with?” Gardner paced.

“Hummm.” Brian tapped his chin.

“MAYOR STOCKWELL!”

“Really, how is old Jim?”

“HE’S FURIOUS!”

“Too much starch will do that for you.”

“Don’t be impudent.” Gardner growled. “Ooooh how could I have not known? This had Brian Kinney written all over it. I should have known you were the mastermind behind this gay prom.”

Brian leaned back in his seat, and smiled.

“This isn’t funny Brian. You have city hall breathing down our backs.”

“MY back.” Brian corrected him.

“OUR BACKS!” Gardner continued to pace. “Stockwell is threatening to have all of his cronies pull out of their deals with Vanguard. That will cost us millions, and possibly bankrupt the firm.”

“Remind those cronies that they have contracts.” Brian suggested.

“Contracts with a clause that states that Vanguard has no affiliation with any illegal activities.”

“Since when does a prom constitute illegal activities?”

“When it’s being thrown by a known pedophile!”

“Who’s a pedophile?”

“YOU!” Stockwell is threatening to bring the prom incident with Justin back into the spotlight, and file formal changes against you for contributing to the delinquency of a minor.”

“Justin was eighteen.” Brian said.

“But he was only seventeen when you started fucking him, and may I remind you that there is no statue of limitations for having sex with a minor.” Gardner stopped pacing, and took a seat in the chair across from Brian’s desk. “Brian please, I can’t back you on this one. We have too much to loose. YOU have too much to loose. You’re thirty years old Brian, and you’ll no doubt be black balled form every major advertising agency. You’ll have to start all over again from the bottom, for a nobody firm, groveling for local accounts. Refund all of the ticket money, and drop this prom thing.” Gardner Vance implored his senior partner.

“Did you go to your prom Gardner?” Brian asked.

“That has nothing to do with this!”

“It has EVERYTHING to do with this! I couldn’t go to my prom because by the time I reached my senior year everyone knew that I was gay. I became a target for every homophobic jock with an overgrown ego, and a prank to pull. Have you ever been dunked head first into a toilet Gardner?” Brian paused to ask.

“No.” An obviously stunned Gardner managed to answer.

Brian continued. “I know what Cody Vale has gone through. I know the courage that it takes to be true to yourself, and hold your head up as a gay teen in a straight world. You do what you have to do Gardner, but Cody Vale is going to get to take his boyfriend to the prom for all of the gay teens who were dumped head first into the toilet, slammed into lockers, humiliated by teachers, and classmates, assaulted on the school grounds, and bashed over the head with baseball bats. Now if you’ll excuse me, my ten o’clock appointment is waiting for me.”

Gardner Vance sat in momentary silence as Brian stood, and headed for the door. “Brian.” his voice trembled.

“What.”

“Don’t bother going to your appointment. You’re fired.”

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