10.5 Uncut

Part 2

Anthony Massey’s “Justin” cologne debuted at #1 on the New York stock exchange. Brian’s idea to use a variety of real men accomplished in their various occupations instead of a single male model, along with a new catch phrase: “Find the Justin in you.” had men of all ages, and walks of life flocking to finer men’s wear stores in search of the cologne that promised to find the “Justin” in them.

After weeks of preparation Tony’s “Justin” premier party had gone on without a hitch. Much to the disappointment of the lovely maidens of Vanguard Advertising the millionaire entrepreneur had arrived alone. That night Tony, and Brian were all business. The two kept a respectable distance from each other as Tony rubbed elbows with the usual A-list of businessmen, and Brian worked the other side of the room schmoozing with local government officials. Among them was the newly elected mayor of Pittsburgh, Jim Stockwell.

Stockwell praised Brian for his creativity in selling his vision of a more moral, family friendly Pittsburgh. First on the agenda for the newly elected mayor would be to clean up the cesspool known as Liberty Avenue. He had already begun by shutting down Ted Schmidt’s “Jerk At Work” porn site. Stockewell’s next move would be to ferret out the infestations that frequented the backrooms, and bath houses that desecrated the fair city of Pittsburgh. “If they must engage in such activity, let them do so in the privacy of their own homes.” Stockwell was openly quoted as saying.

Brian rested on the barstool at Woody’s and took a sip of his after work, happy hour drink…… “I’ll have one of those.” An unfamiliar voice proposed.

“Who the fuck are you?” Brian turned to look at the wiry twink who was interrupting his solitude.

“I’m your fantasy for the evening. Fifty for a blow job, a hundred and you can fuck me.” the kid said.

“I don’t think so sonny-boy.” Brian chuckled, and returned to his drink.

“Come on, you know you want it.” The lad insisted. “You know you want some of this tight young ass. I’ll let you fuck me without a condom.”

“HUNTER!”

Brian turned toward Ben’s more familiar voice. “Is he yours?” Brian asked.

“Yes he’s mine! Let’s go Hunter, you know you’re not suppose to be in here!” Ben scolded the precocious teen.

Brian watched Ben take hold of the young hustler’s arm, and escort him out of Woody’s. It was the first time that he had seen Michael’s former lover since the incident in Michael’s apartment. At that time an obviously shaken Ben had been in no mood to talk. Brian hoped that perhaps now would be his chance to clear the air, and explain once, and for all about the unfortunate shower scene Ben had accidentally stumbled in on. Brian quickly downed the remainder of his drink, and followed the two outside. “Ben wait! Can I talk to you for a minute?” he called.

Ben opened the passenger door of his car, and shoved Hunter inside. “We don’t have anything to talk about.” he answered over his shoulder.

“I think we do.” Brian insisted.

“Hey, do you two know each other? In that case, I’m prepared to offer you a discount.” Hunter smiled at Brian through the open car door window.

“Quiet!” Ben barked at Hunter, then turned to Brian. “What do you want?”

“I never got a chance to explain what you saw at Michael’s apartment.” Brian began.

“What I saw was pretty damned self explanatory.” Ben said sarcastically.

“What did you see?” Hunter dipped his two cents in.

“Stay out of this Hunter, this doesn’t concern you!” Ben snapped at his nosy passenger, then turned back to Brian. “What the fuck could you possibly have to say to me? Don’t tell me, let me guess. You want to tell me that the two of you were drunk, and that it just happened.”

“What happened? Hey what’s your name sweetheart?” Hunter flirted with Brian.

“HUNTER ROLL THE GODDAMN WINDOW UP!”

Hunter frowned, and pretended to obey Ben’s order. He rolled the car window up, leaving however just enough space to still hear the conversation that was taking place outside.

“I’m not going to tell you that we were drunk because we weren’t, at least I wasn’t.” Brian said.

“It doesn’t matter. I know what I saw. I saw you, and Michael fucking in the shower.” Ben concluded.

“That’s not what you saw.” Brian attempted to correct him. “We weren’t fucking! I was taking a shower, and.....”

“What do you think I am blind, or just plain stupid? This isn’t the first time that you two have fucked. Let’s not forget about your little fling at the loft. Michael told me about that. Was that a mistake too? Excuse me if I don’t care to listen to any more of your bullshit, it’s really an insult to my intelligence. As far as I’m concerned you two can have each other.” Ben abruptly ended the conversation, and rounded his car to the driver’s side.

Brian stepped back from the curb to watch as Ben pulled out into traffic. Well now, that certainly hadn’t gone well. Brian had hoped that his explanation to Ben would lead to a dialogue between the two ex-lovers that would mend their broken relationship. It hadn’t been easy watching Michael spiral downward on a slope of indiscriminate sexual encounters. Brian knew that wasn’t Mikey’s style, still he observed helplessly from the sidelines as his best friend put up a brave front by mimicking his hero Brian Kinney. Indeed Brian barely recognized the male lothario that Michael so admired. The parade of internet freaks, circuit parties, and prison sex against the backroom walls of Babylon all seemed so passé now. How could Brian ever go back to that after making love, and falling asleep in Justin’s arms? Brian concluded that since he couldn’t get through to Ben, perhaps it was time to attempt to talk to Michael again.

Michael was busy tallying his receipts for the day when Brian tapped on the window of his shop. Michael walked over and unlocked the door for his friend, then returned to his work. “I’ll be with you in a minute. I’m almost done.” he said.

Brian strolled over, and reached inside the large jar of jawbreakers on the counter. He fished out a red one, and popped it in his mouth. “You locked up early again.” he noticed.

“Yeah, I had to changed my store hours to accommodate the thugs who creep out at night.” Michael said without looking up from his work.

“Have you been having trouble?” Brian asked.

“Not yet, but the tattoo parlor across the street had its window smashed last week. The police were called. It took them two hours to come. How’s your buddy mayor Stockwell these days?”

Brian ignored the sarcasm, and dispensed with the small talk. “I just ran into Ben at Woody’s.” he said.

“That’s nice.”

“He was with some blonde twink.”

“Sounds like someone I know.” Michael continued with his work.

“The kid was a hustler.”

“Like I said, sounds like someone I know.”

“Justin is not a hustler.” Brian frowned.

“He lives in your loft, you feed him, you clothe him, you pay for his schooling. What do you call it?”

“I call it a relationship.” Brian reached over and removed the pencil from his friend’s hand. “Did I ever tell you why I decided to have a relationship with Justin?” he asked.

“Yeah, because he lets you fuck him without a condom.” Michael snatched the pencil back and continued his work.

“Well that’s part of it.” Brian smiled. “But that’s not all of it. I watched you and Ben dancing, and making out together at Babylon. I listened to the two of you over breakfast at the diner. Do you know that sometimes the two of you finish each other’s sentences?”

Michael pretended not to listen as Brian continued.

“I listened to your stories about your trips to the health food store that Ben likes to takes you on, how he makes you soy milkshakes, bean curds, and other weird shit like tofu stir fry. The old movies that the two of you watch together while munching on air popped popcorn, the bicycle rides in the park, and the late night conversations after making love, it all sounded kind of nice. Minus the soy shakes, and tofu of course. It sounded like the kind of life I wanted with Justin.”

Michael finally looked up at his friend.

“That kind of life is worth fighting for Mikey.” Brian said.

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Justin climbed on top of Brian aligning their bodies so that their hearts were touching. The young man placed a kiss on the side of his lover’s face before finding his mouth, and snaking his tongue deep inside. Brian ran his hands along the curve of Justin’s back, down his thighs, then back to the smooth mounds of his ass. Justin rolled his hips as both cocks began to awaken when Brian returned the gesture with a slow grind of his own. The older man watched as Justin straddled him, and kissed his way down the length of his torso. Brian interrupted the slow descent just long enough to roll Justin over onto his back. He positioned the pillows comfortably underneath his baby’s hips before squirting a generous amount of lube onto his cock. Justin draped his legs across Brian’s shoulders, and held onto his lover’s arms as he entered him. Oooh the soft resistance of skin, on skin.  Brian felt his body tremble as his cock melted into the smooth, warm folds of Justin’s ass.

Justin reached for his cock, and began to stroke himself. “Oooh yes.” he sighed.

Brian shifted his weight onto his arms, lifting Justin’s legs even higher, and allowing for deeper penetration. “Tell me how you want it baby.” Brian whispered.

“Harder daddy.”

“Like this?” Brian asked with a thrust his hips.

“Yes.” Justin gasped.

Brian shifted his hips into second gear. “Like this?” he asked again.

“Ahhhh!” Justin opened his mouth to answer, but this time only hot breaths escaped his throat.

Brian leaned in, and covered the gaping mouth with a kiss as his helpless bundle squirm underneath him. “Do you love it? Tell me that you love it baby!” he panted.

“Oh god, I love it.” Justin cried out, and continued to stretch his dick.

“Say it again!” Brian pumped his hips harder.

“Oh Brian!”

“AGAIN!”

“OH I LOVE IT!”

“That’s it baby.” Brian moaned his approved.

“Cum inside me daddy.” Justin pleaded.

“Tell me when.”

“Now, oh god. Cum inside me now!”

Justin’s signature high pitched squeals could be heard echoing through the loft as Brian gave his hips two final thrusts. In perfect sync he filled Justin’s tunnel with his creamy load, while Justin simultaneously decorated Brian’s chest with his sweet nectar.

Brian allowed his baby’s legs to slide off of his sweat drenched shoulders as both men collapsed in each other’s arms. Justin snuggled close against his lover’s sticky chest, and playfully finger painted his name onto Brian’s pecs.

“Are you branding me now?” Brian chuckled.

“I branded you a long time ago.” Justin smiled, and ran his fingers along the unique birthmarks of the black Tahitian pearl that decorated his lover’s neck. “One, two, three.” The young man counted the ringlets. “I love this on you.” Justin said.

“I love wearing it for you baby.” Brian yawned, and closed his eyes. Indeed the parade of internet freaks, circuit parties, and prison sex against the backroom walls of Babylon all seemed so passé now. How could he ever go back to that after making love, and falling asleep in Justin’s arms…………………….

“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. 10.5, uncut.” Tony’s smile crept into Brian’s dreams.

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