Something in Common Part 2

It wasn’t often that Lindsey would call Brian’s office, so when Cynthia passed her boss the urgent message Brian immediately excused himself from his monthly senior management meeting to telephone her back. Something must be wrong with Gus, or maybe Mel was threatening to miscarry Michael’s baby again. “Lindz, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“Brian, I just got a call from Gus’s school. They need to see us right away.” she said.

“Is Gus ok, has he been hurt?” Brian braced himself for the worst.

“No Gus hasn’t been injured, but something has happened that calls for our immediate attention. They wouldn’t give me any specifics over the phone.”

“I’ll meet you at the school in an hour.” Brian said.

The blank expression on Lindsey’s face when Brian opened principal Compton’s office door only compounded the unusual situation. “Mr. Kinney, please come in and have a seat.” principal Compton offered.

“What’s wrong?” Brian asked even before taking his chair next to Lindsey.

“Mr. Kinney as I was explaining to Ms Peterson, your son Gus has been exhibiting some unusual behavior.”

“What kind of behavior?” Brian asked.

“Sexual behavior.”

“SEXUAL BEHAVIOR?”

“It seems that Gus has been making references to your private parts.” Compton said.

“My what?” Brian looked at Lindsey.

“Your dick.” Lindsey said discretely.

“My dick?” Brian turned back to principal Compton. “What about my dick?”

“Ahem!” The principal nervously cleared his throat. “Mr. Kinney, Gus has been telling his classmates, and his teachers that his father has a big pee-pee.”

“Really? So what’s the problem?” Brian chuckled.

“I hardly find this to be amusing.” Principal Compton frowned. “The problem is that such subjects are inappropriate for a three year old, and makes us wonder if your son is being exposed to a sexually explicit lifestyle.”

“What’s your definition of sexually explicit?” Brian asked. “Are you insinuating that I have taken inappropriate liberties with my son?”

“No, that’s not what I’m insinuating at all.” Compton assured him.

“Then why am I here?”

“Mr. Kinney it’s my job to investigate all possible sexual abuse of children as it’s reported to me.”

“SEXUAL ABUSE?”

“Brian.” Lindsey reached over, and placed her hand on Brian’s arm. “Mr. Compton I can assure you that Gus has not been exposed to any sexually explicit acts, or sexually explicit materials.” she said.

“Perhaps not from yourself, or Mr. Kinney, but what about the roommate Mr. Kinney lives with, the man Gus refers to as “Baby”. Could it be that he has been making inappropriate advances toward your son without the knowledge of either of you?”

“Now wait just a fucking minute.” Brian interjected. “First of all I don’t have a roommate, I have a PARTNER, and no, Justin has never, and would never make inappropriate advances toward my son.”

“Mr. Compton would we be having this conversation if Gus’s parents were straight?” Lindsey asked.

“Ms. Peterson you have to admit that Gus’s living situation is somewhat unorthodox. You see while we’ve been forced to accept children from alternative lifestyles in order to keep our government funding, this same-sex parenting is still very new to our pre-school.”

“I have a SON who has seen his father naked. I also taught my son how to go to the bathroom, and we have been known to take a shower together. Does that sound like sexual abuse to you?” Brian asked. “Haven’t you ever seen your father naked? Who taught you how to piss standing up, or do you still squat?”

“Brian!” Lindsey squeezed his arm.

“This situation is different. My father was not a gay man living with another man.” Principal Compton took offense.

Brian rose from his seat. “Listen to me you snooty, homophobic, dry fuck.” he began. “Gus may be the product of an “alternative lifestyle”, but he’s far more adjusted than any of the other anally retentive drones you keep warehoused in this overpriced breeder indoctrination camp you call a pre-school. The next time you harass Ms Peterson, or myself with such bullshit you will be looking down the barrel of a lawsuit. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting at the mayor’s office.”

“Brian, it’s good to see you.” Mayor James Stockwell rose from his executive chair to greet his guest.

Brian returned Stockwell’s handshake before taking a seat across from the mayor’s desk. “Elected office looks good on you Jim.” he said.

Stockwell ceremoniously adjusted his tie before sitting back down. “Do you think so?” he smiled.

“Absolutely.” Brian assured him.

“What can I do for you my friend?” Stockwell asked.

“I need a favor Jim.” Brian cut to the chase.

“Name it.” Stockwell agreed immediately. “Anything for the man who practically single handedly turned my campaign around. Brian, those “family friendly Pittsburgh” spots of yours were nothing less brilliant. I couldn’t have pulled off the election without you. Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

“I want you to reconsider giving Ted Schmidt back his license to operate his web site.” Brian said.

“Schmidt, Schmidt.” Stockwell tried to recall the name. “Are you talking about Theodore Schmidt the pornographer?”

“He’s not a pornographer, he’s a legitimate businessman.” Brian corrected him.

“He’s a smut peddler!”

“One man’s smut is another man’s art.” Brian philosophized.

Stockwell stood up from his desk, and walked over to the small bar in his office. “What are you drinking.” he asked.

“Whiskey.” Brian said.

Mayor Stockwell poured two double shots over ice, and walked one over to his guest. Both men took a sip before resuming their conversation. “There was an underage young man working on the premises, not to mention it was a fag porn site.” Stockwell said.

“The young man gave Schmidt a fake ID, and the last I heard fag porn sites were still legal.” Brian took another sip.

“This is very serious Brian. You’re asking me to compromise the very platform that I build my campaign on, a platform that you yourself helped me to create, and sell to the good citizens of Pittsburgh.”

“I’m asking you to help out one of those citizens.” Brian said.

“You’re asking me to aid, and abet an unnatural lifestyle. Do you understand the ramifications that would come of that? Can you imagine the cries of hypocrisy that would be hurled against my camp? If I reopen Schmidt’s porn site I might as well reopen the bath houses. Before you know it that gay high school kid will be flaunting his boyfriend at the prom!”

Stockwell’s last sentence struck a nerve. “And what’s wrong with the gay kid taking his boyfriend to his prom?” Brian asked.

“I think perhaps the better question would be why do you care?” Stockwell threw the question back.

“I care because I’m the male lover who attended the prom of Justin Taylor three years ago at St James Academy.” Brian began. “I was there to dance the last dance with him before he was viciously attacked that night in the parking garage. Ted Schmidt is a personal friend of mine, and one of the people who was there for me when I was trying to live down the night my young lover was almost killed for asking the man he loves to attend his prom.”

Stockwell returned to his chair, and looked across his desk at Brian. “I don’t believe you.” he said. “We’ve played racket ball together, showered together, we’ve even sat in the same hot tub together. I brought you around my family. I took you to one of my son’s little league games. You yourself have a son who attends the same preschool that my own sons attended…….”

“That’s right, and I’m also as gay as a prom queen.” Brian added.

Jim Stockwell’s eyes narrowed. “How dare you betray my trust.” he hissed.

“What betrayal, what trust?” Brian frowned.

“You weren’t honest with me about your sexuality.”

“I don’t recall you asking.”

“You’ve made a mockery of my election, and this office! Can you imagine what’s going to happen when the public finds out that I had a gay pedophile running my campaign?”

“First of all I’m not a pedophile! And what mockery? You came to me with a product to sell, and I sold it. I sold you to the public just as I would any other box of breakfast cereal.” Brian informed him.

Stockwell stood, and pointed to his door. “Get out of my office, and don’t come back!” he ordered.

“I want Ted Schmidt’s license back, and I want Cody Vale to be able to attend his prom.” Brian insisted.

“Why you dirty monkey.” Stockwell growled. “How dare you sachet into my office, and make demands? Who the hell do you think you are? Leave now before I call security.”

Brian rose from his seat. “This isn’t over Jim.” he said. “If I have to I’ll bring this to the media’s attention. I’ll expose you for the homophobic bigot that you are, and let America try you in the court of public opinion. Before I’m done with you there’ll be so many furious fags descending on Pittsburgh it’ll make San Francisco look like an Amish settlement.”

“Listen to me you powder puff in men’s clothing. If you bring shame to my administration I’ll have your faggott ass on a platter.” Stockwell promised. “Do you know I can destroy you, and everyone close to you with a simple telephone call?”

“Perhaps, but I guess I’ll have to take that chance.” Brian said, and headed for the door.

Later that evening at the loft Brian closed his eyes, and rested his back against Justin’s chest. “Sounds like you’ve had a hell-of-a-day.” Justin said as he cuddled him closer, and once again fingered the black Tahitian pearl around Brian’s neck. “One, two, three.” The young man counted the ringlet birthmarks on the one of a kind piece. “Beautiful, and rare. I still love this on you.” Justin smiled.

Brian didn’t hear the compliment. “That son-of-a-bitch called me dirty monkey!” he fussed.

“A monkey? That’s a new one.” Justin ran his hand across Brian’s chest, and down to his belly.

“That motherfucker would still be head dog catcher if it wasn’t for me!” Brian snorted.

“Police chief.” Justin corrected him.

“Police chief, dog catcher, what’s the difference?” Brian snapped. “Arrogant bastard, I’d like to find a way to bring him down a notch.”

“Leave it alone Brian. He’s up for re-election in four years. Use your talent to make sure Stockwell looses next time. Now turn over.” Justin ordered.

Brian automatically flipped over onto his belly. “But what about Ted? I promised to help him get his web site back.”

“You tried. There’s nothing more you can do.” Justin trailed his tongue across the small of Brian’s back, then down along the cleft of his ass.

“Hummmm.” Brian responded to the darting pink snake probing his insides.

Justin removed his tongue, and replaced it with his finger. “I see you have a lot of pent up frustrations. You’re very tense.” He moved his finger in, and out.

Brian rolled over onto his back. “I think you’re right. I could use some release.” He smiled, then reached up, and guided Justin’s face down onto his cock. The young man took the awakening piece into his mouth. “Oooh, I feel better already.” Brian groaned.

Their therapy session was interrupted by the repeated, annoying ring of the telephone. “Aren’t you going to get that?” Justin paused briefly to ask.

“Yeah, make it quick!” Brian reluctantly answered.

Justin ran his tongue around the ripening mushroom, and bobbed his head up, and down the stiffening shaft. “What the fuck? That asshole, son-of-a-bitch!” He heard Brian swear out loud before slamming the telephone receiver back down. Justin removed Brian’s cock from his mouth, and lifted his head. “What’s the matter Brian?” he asked.

“That was Lindsey, she just got a call from principal Compton. Gus has been expelled from his preschool.” Brian said.

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