Prom Night

Cody Vale, and his boyfriend Richard arrived at Pittsburgh’s first gay prom to all of the expected media fanfare. Tony’s security escorted the couple, and their other brave comrades from their cars, and through the line of picketing protesters with minimal effort. Brian, and Justin’s attempt to stay out of the limelight proved to be futile as reporters sought to interview the courageous man responsible for such a historical event, and his young lover who was ultimately his inspiration. Tony remained comfortably in the background, spending most of his time in his penthouse office, and dropping in on the festivities from time to time just to make sure that everything was still running smoothly.

Vic, and Debbie’s surf & turf was a big hit as the main dinner entree. Emmett and Ted assisted with the serving, while Michael and Ben kept close watch along with Jennifer, and six other PFLAG mothers who had volunteered to be chaperones. With the hoopla now died down, and dinner over the tables were moved aside. One by one the couples began to take to the dance floor as the “spin-doctor” from Babylon began to rock the house.

Justin moved closer to Brian’s side, and grasped his hand. “Have I told you how proud I am of you?” He yelled over the music.

“Only about a thousand times.” Brian yelled back.

The young man wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. “Make that a thousand, and one times. I’m proud of you Brian.” he said again.

“It looks like everybody’s having a good time.” Brian said.

“Yeah.” Justin smiled. “Do you want to dance?”

“Not right now.” Brian said. “Right now I’m enjoying the floorshow. Take a look at your mom.” he pointed.

Justin looked over toward the flowing punch fountain where Jennifer, and two of the PFLAG mothers were shaking their rumps to the beat. Not far away Emmett’s hips were swaying, while Vic, and Debbie could be seen doing the hustle in the kitchen area. Justin’s smile widened as Ben took Michael’s hand, and led him to the dance floor. Yes, a good time was being had by all. “Justin, come and dance with me!” Daphne shimmied her way over to her former prom date, and pulled him into the crowd.

“How is everything going?” Tony checked in again with McDonald, his head of security.

“Everything is still quiet Mr. Massey. Don’t worry, we have everything under control.” McDonald assured his boss.

“Keep me posted.” Tony said. “I’m leaving the office, and headed back down to the party. If something comes up ring me here, or on my cell phone.”

“Will do sir.” McDonald said.

Tony placed his cell phone in his breast pocket, and buttoned his jacket. He was about to leave when a soft knock on his office door stopped him. “Come in!” Tony said.

The door slowly opened to reveal Brian leaning against the doorway facing. “I thought this would be a good time for a little victory celebration.” he said.

Tony’s eyes instinctively traveled the length of Brian’s black tuxedo, pausing briefly at the button on Brian’s jacket that camouflaged his crotch. “What did you have in mind?” Tony asked.

Brian stood up straight, and held out a bottle of champagne he had been hiding behind his back. “Do you have any glasses?” he asked.

“I’m sure I do.” Tony said.

Brian closed the door behind him, and watched as Tony walked over to his wet bar. The younger man’s eyes followed Tony’s ass as he bent down to retrieve the stemmed crystal from the cabinet underneath the sink. “Will these do?” Tony stood back up holding the champagne glasses wedged between his fingers. At that same time the white dinner jacket he was wearing opened flashing a quick outline of Tony’s dick that was resting comfortably inside his left thigh trouser leg.

“Those will do nicely.” Brian said.

Brian ceremoniously popped the top on the champagne allowing its contents to fizz out, and over the side of the dark green bottle. The frothy white foam oozed down his fingers like a freshly ejected load. Tony watched as Brian lifted his fingers to his mouth, and licked the liquid away. “It’s too good to waste.” Brian smiled.

“Yes, I’m sure it is.” Tony agreed.

Brian finished pouring their drinks, and handed one to Tony who immediately sniffed his glass. “You still don’t trust me.” Brian chuckled.

“I was merely savoring the champagne’s bouquet.” Tony tastefully lied.

“Here’s to small victories.” Brian lifted his glass.

“To small victories.” Tony lifted his.

Brian took a sip, then looked over at Tony who had tilted his head back, and downed the entire glass in one smooth gulp. “Impressive.” Brian remarked.

“Controlled gag reflex.” Tony smiled. “We’d better get back to the party.”

Brian stood momentarily hypnotized as his mind wandered back to the times Justin had exhibited such erotic talents. He had always speculated that it had been Tony who was his teacher. Now all speculations were laid to rest. “Yeah, we’d better get back to the party.” he finally said.

Brian placed his glass on Tony’s desk, and walked over to the door. He could feel the heat of Tony’s brown eyes burning through him, as he placed his hand on the doorknob. Without warning Brian felt a kiss brush across the nape of his neck. The younger man quickly turned to face his sweet tormentor only to find himself locked in Tony’s embrace. Brian instinctively opened his mouth in acceptance Tony’s kiss allowing the foreign tongue to probe the mysteries of his champagne tinged cavern. “Ummmm.” Brian moaned as he felt his back hit the door behind him, and Tony’s awakening cock pressing against his own.

Tony’s hand found its way to Brian’s zipper, and freed the angry giant with one quick downward pull. He then released his hold, and stepped back to afford Brian a full length, close-up view. Brian watched as Tony undid his trousers, allowing them to fall down around his ankles. He then reached inside his straining shorts and revealed to Brian his treasure. 10.5 uncut, Tony’s dick sprang upward like a jack-in-the-box that had been awaiting its freedom. The older man reached over to Brian’s cock, and placed it head to head with his own. Brian’s eyes followed Tony’s skilled hands as he slowly glided his foreskin back, and forth over both swollen glands, encasing them in the smooth warm flesh. “Oooh god.” Brian closed his eyes, and leaned his head against the door behind him.

Slippery pre-cum from both overflowing cocks stained Tony’s hand as he continued his docking motions. A now overwhelmed Brian reached up, and grasped the back of Tony’s head to pull his forbidden lover in for a kiss. Brian opened his mouth wide, and darted his tongue forward, allowing Tony to trap the pink flesh between his lips, and gently suck it inside. “Do you want more Precious? I can give you more.” Tony paused to whisper.

“I want more.” Brian panted.

Tony released his grip, and both breathless men began to frantically undress. Tony wrestled with his jacket, as Brian peeled his pants, and shorts over his ass and pushed them to the floor. Tony’s jacket had barely landed on the other side of the room when he kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and sent them soaring as well. Brian’s jacket landed somewhere behind Tony’s desk, followed closely by his tie. Tony’s hands struggled with the platinum, and diamond cufflinks on his shirt shelves, as Brian waged war against his own golden links. The clothes weren’t coming off fast enough for the torrid, ravenous lovers. The two men paused for another kiss before going to work on the last articles of clothing they had on. Brian, and Tony simultaneously reached for the top buttons on each other’s shirt. “Oh shit!” Brian gasped, and stepped back.

“What’s wrong?” Tony exhaled.

There perched in the hallow of Tony’s throat was a black Tahitian pearl, suspended on a leather choker, flanked by two gold beads. Tony’s eyes were like a deer caught in the headlights as he now stared at the duplicate one of a kind gift around Brian’s neck that Justin had undoubtedly given to both of the men in his life.

“Beautiful, and rare.” Brian recalled Justin’s words.

“For someone beautiful, and rare that he loves very much.” Tony finished Justin’s quote.

Brian reached behind his neck, and undid the clasp on Justin’s choker. He took the precious nacre into his hand, and gently laid it down on Tony’s desk. “We can’t hurt Justin.” Brian said.

“We won’t hurt Justin.” Tony removed his choker, and laid it next to Brian’s.

“I love him so much.” Brian said.

“I know you do.” Tony concurred.

“I love you both.” Brian’s heart conceded.

“I know you do.” Tony smiled.

The impromptu admission had taken a lot out of the brick wall know as Brian Kinney. The emotionally spent younger man melted into Tony’s strong arms. It felt like home as the older man stroked his fingers through Brian’s hair, then down along the side of his face. “I love you too Precious.” Tony whispered.

“Mr. Massey, we have a situation down here!” McDonald’s voice came over Tony’s speaker phone.

“What?”

“The police made a surprise visit. They claim that they tasted alcohol in the punch. They’re threatening to close the place down.”

“Nobody makes a move until I get there!” Tony ordered.

“There’s more.” McDonald said. “The protesters outside are getting rowdy. The red-necks have finished their Budweiser, and joined the marching Bush supporters outside.”

“Shit! I’m on my way!” Tony turned off his phone.

“It’s a goddamn set-up. The son-of-a-bitch pigs spiked the punch!” Brian hissed. “Where’s my fucking pants?”

Tony tossed Brian his pants, as he struggled to get into his own. “We can’t let them force those kids out into that mob. They’ll be killed. Where’s my other shoe?” Tony barked.

Brian tossed Tony his shoe. “What the fuck are we going to do?” he anguished.

“We’re going to lock everybody inside until back up comes.” Tony said as quickly tucked his shirt into his pants.

“Back up? What back up, the police?” Brian retrieved his jacket from the floor.

Tony finished dressing, and pressed the button on his speakerphone. “Everlee, get my lawyer on the line. Tell him we need the state police here ASAP!”

“Which lawyer Mr. Massey?” The panicked assistant asked.

“PICK ONE!” Tony bellowed, and turned off the phone. “Come on Brian!”

“Tony wait!” Brian grabbed the two Tahitian pearl chokers off Tony’s desk. He threw one to Tony, and quickly placed the other one around his own neck.

“Let’s go.” Brian said.

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