10.5 Uncut

Part 1

Fueled by a ticking biological clock, Brian’s assistant was now headed full speed toward her target. Anthony Massey could not make a move without Cynthia. She was at the office to meet him with his first morning cup of coffee, black, no sugar, just the way he liked it. She sat next to him during meetings. Always prepared to cater to his every need, she passed him charts, and folders, and photographs, sometimes even before he asked for them. In short Cynthia had promoted herself to the position of Tony’s personal assistant, and no one was more delighted than Gardner Vance to see his prize client receiving such royal treatment. In fact Gardner was so impressed by Cynthia’s efforts that he decided to allow Brian’s assistant to act as his proxy, thus freeing Vanguard’s golden boy to accept their newest account, police chief Jim Stockwell’s mayoral bid for election.

Cynthia wasn’t the only one basking in Gardner’s good graces. Brian’s second thought decision to accept Anthony Massey’s ward as his first intern was earning him brownie points as well. Brian’s excuse for his sudden change of heart was that since Cynthia was assisting Tony, and he was now also carrying the load of Stockwell’s campaign Brian could use an intern to assist him. Hence Justin was now by Brian’s side, and away from Tony. Yes, Brian’s plan was working out. In fact it was working out far better than he had anticipated. Brian knew that one woman with marriage on her mind could set a man’s nerves on end, but he hadn’t been prepared for the trickle down affect.

Word of Anthony Massey’s availability spread like wildfire throughout the office. Taking their cue from Cynthia, Vanguard’s predominantly single female secretarial pool had joined her on the hunt. Now there was no direction that Tony could turn without catching an eye full of cleavage, or a strategically crossed leg that displayed an ample amount of thigh. Brian leaned back in his chair, and took a sip of his first morning mug of coffee. “Son-of-a-bitch.” He chuckled to himself. “That ought to take the wind out of the old fox’s sail.”

Brian’s private joke was interrupted by an unannounced visitor who practically bolted into his office. Tony quickly closed the door behind him, and leaned back against it. “Good morning Tony!” Brian smiled. “Please come in and have a seat. Have you had your coffee yet? I’ll have Cynthia bring you a cup.” He graciously offered, then reached for the intercom button on his speaker phone.

Tony hurried to stop Brian’s hand. “No! No thank you, I’ve already had my coffee.” He said before easing back into the chair in front of Brian’s desk.

“Good. Then let’s begin.” Brian said. “I called you in this morning to go over your “Justin” premier party. Your guest list will include the usual assortment of businessmen, magazine people, and local officials, including the soon to be new mayor of Pittsburgh Jim Stockwell. The event will be black tie of course. I’ve hired associates of mine to take care of the arrangements, including the light jazz music that you preferred, and the type of catering. We’ll be serving an assortment of canapés. I’ve ordered several champagne fountains, chilled lobster, fresh fruits etc, etc, etc. You know the usual. I’m confident you will be pleased. Can you think of anything else that you might want?” Brian asked.

“No, everything sounds fine.” Tony said.

“Good, now all you have to do is choose a date.” Brian smiled. “Who will it be? Bets around the water cooler says it will be Cynthia, but I have my money on the red head in accounting with the big tits. She’s really more your type. You hot commodity you.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed. “You son-of-a-bitch.”

“That I am.” Brian grinned.

“I should have known you had something to do with this. Call your dogs off Brian!”

“Dogs? What on earth are you talking about Tony?” Brian feinted innocence. “Surely you’re not referring to Vanguard’s lovely maidens as canines.”

“This isn’t funny Brian, you’re putting me in a very awkward position…” Tony protested.

“I’m sure it won’t be the first time.” Brian said nonchalantly.

“You know I can’t choose a date.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t mix my private life, and my personal life that’s why!” Tony said.

“That’s not what I heard. Tony never had a problem with taking me anywhere.” Brian mimicked Justin’s voice.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Tony frowned.

“Don’t play coy with me Tony. You know damn well what I’m talking about. According to Justin you never had a problem with taking him anywhere.”

“Justin, Is that what this is all about?” Tony began to laugh. “You’re jealous!”

“Jealous of you, now why would I be jealous of an old queen like you?” Brian joined in the levity.

“I didn’t say you were jealous of me. You’re jealous of Justin.” Tony clarified his statement.

“Justin?” Brian continued to chuckle.

“You’re loosing your touch Brian. You’re not the youngest, you’re not the prettiest, and you’re not the hottest anymore…”

“You must have forgotten who you’re talking to GRANDPA. I’m Brian Kinney. I’ll always be young, I’ll always be beautiful, and I’ll always be hot.” Brian said with confidence.

“Who told you that, your little friend with the dark hair that follows you around like a love sick puppy, or the ALLEY TRASH that line the backroom walls of Babylon?” Tony fired.

“That’s FREE alley trash thank you very much, as oppose to the high priced trash you’re forced to PAY for.” Brian fired back.

“I’ve never had to pay for anyone’s services.” Tony said smugly. “However between the two options I think I’d choose the pro over some of the GUTTER RATS you’ve chosen to wallow with. Although I suppose it could be said that a certain amount of satisfaction can be achieved with almost ANY partner. You’ve certainly proven that over, and over again. Still I sense in you an urge to experience something better.”

“I have something better.” Brian reminded him. “I have Justin, and that just kills you, doesn’t it Tony? It kills you to know that I have something you so desperately want.”

“Yes it does.” Tony conceded. “Just like it kills you to know that Justin has something that YOU so desperately want, ME.”

“YOU?” Brian began to laugh again. “You really need to have your meds adjusted old man, I think you’re turning senile. ….”

“It’s true. You can’t stand the fact that Justin could pull a first class trick like me, and you couldn’t.” Tony concluded.

“My, aren’t we full of ourselves this morning?” Brian rolled his eyes.

“I know I’m a mystery to you Brian. I know you’ve never been with anyone like me before.” Tony continued.

“You’re right about that Mr. Jurassic. I don’t do OLD.” Brian smirked.

Tony ignored the insolence. Instead he fixed his gaze on Brian, crossed his legs, and relaxed even further in his chair. “There’s a certain level of expertise, a jen-ne-sais-quois that comes with maturity.” he began. “It’s a level that you won’t find in the backroom of Babylon, or in the arms of a young lover like Justin. Have you ever been French kissed Brian? Justin has, he loved it. He made that high pitched squeal, that one that he always makes right before he cums.”

“Speaking of high pitched squeals, I’m about to give you one.” Brian clinched his fists.

“I don’t think you want to fight me Brian. I think what you really want is to drape those long thin legs of yours over my shoulders, and for me to cradle you in my arms until you’re all curled up into a sweet little love package. Would you like that Brian?”

Tony searched Brian’s poker face for some kind of reaction. When there was none to be seen, the older man continued. “First I’d introduce my dick to that tight puckered hole of yours. Then I’d slip my tongue down your throat, and kiss you while I wait for you to invite me inside. Feel free to take all the time you need Brian, I’m a very patient man. You see I don’t want to hurt you precious, but I do insist that you to take every inch. I want you to enjoy ALL of me.”

This time Brian unconsciously shifted in his seat. It was time for Tony to move in for the kill.

“You tell me when you’re ready to begin Brian. Just let me know when you want me to start and I’ll match the movement of my hips against the bounce of your ass, gauge the depth of my strokes by the sounds of your breaths, and traverse the timing of your orgasms by the quakes of your body. Would like that precious?” Tony purred. “You see I’m a very controlled man Brian. I can keep you going for as long as you need me. Fast and hot, or drawn out and intense my goal is to leave you with the name Anthony Massey hanging from your lips. No, Justin can’t do it for you like that, can he Brian? But you know that Tony can.”

Brian could feel his cock straining against his pants as he reached over to press the intercom button on his speaker phone. “Cynthia, Mr. Massey is here to select the swimsuit models for the background of his adds. Would you please come, and escort him over to meet the lovely ladies?” he ordered.

Brian watched as Tony stood up from his chair, and adjusted his suit jacket to hide the mammoth erection that had traveled down the left thigh of his trouser. “10.5, uncut.” Tony smiled.

“Get the fuck out of my office.” Brian growled.

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