Fantasy Season 5

Little Blonde Rooster

Brian wiggled his hips against Tony’s ass, and kissed the back of his lover’s neck. “One more time.” He whispered, then reached around, and slowly stroked the older man’s cock.

“Stop it Precious, you’re going to kill me.” Tony smiled.

“I won’t let you die.” Brian purred. “Roll over, I’ll take the top this time.”

“What have I gotten myself into?” Tony grinned.

“You’ve been into me most of the night.” Brian smiled.

“Is that why my dick is purple?”

“I warned you I was a tight fit.” Brian grinned.

“So you did.” Tony turned over, and cuddled Brian close. “Let’s talk about where we’re going to live.” he suggested.

“I can’t leave the Pitts.” Brian said. “Justin is still in school, Gus is there, and so is Kinnetics.”

“We can stay in Pittsburgh if you like, but it might be a little crowded at the loft.” Tony pointed out. “I can always put the mansion on the market, or give it to Mary if she doesn’t want to come with us. We’ll build our own castle for the three of us right there, with plenty of room for Gus when he comes to visit. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like heaven.” Brian sighed.

Brian closed his eyes, and snuggled closer to Tony’s chest. For a moment his mind drifted back to the many forbidden afternoons he had spent with Kevin.  Brian had been in love with the handsome PE instructor since day one. He followed him around like a faithful puppy, volunteering to care for the gym equipment, clean the athletic room, anything to be near his beloved.  Although the young teacher had given plenty of signals, it was a fourteen year old Brian who made the first move. Inexperienced about exactly what to do, Mr. McLauren became the delighted recipient of the first Brian Kinney blowjob. Kevin called him a natural, and quickly introduced the sexy boy to the erotic pleasures of anal penetration. While the very married man insisted that boys didn’t fall in love with boys, that wasn’t what Brian felt when Kevin held him in his arms. In his own way Brian knew that Kevin was in loved him too. It was the fear of being “outted”, and loosing everything that Kevin had worked so hard for that made him keep his heart at a distance. While he couldn’t grasp it then, Brian came to understand that it was easier for Kevin to resent, and hurt his little faggot than it was to admit to himself that he was one as well. That was so many years, so many experiences, and so many hurts ago. Miracles of all miracles, now lying there in Tony’s arms Brian was certain that happily ever after was indeed within his reach. With Tony, and Justin by his side he could almost taste forever.

“We’d better get up. I have some people to see, and you have that tour of Neo Pharmaceuticals this morning.” Tony reminded him.

“Uhhh, I almost forgot.” Brian frowned. “What time will you be finished?”

“I should be back around three.” Tony said. “When you’re done you can come back here. We’ll order dinner in, and talk about how we’re going to tell Justin how much we love him, and how we’re going to convince him to make a family with us.”

Brian placed a kiss on Tony’s throat. “That sounds like a plan.” he said. “The three of us are going to be fabulous together. I can’t wait to fuck you both.”

“That might be a little hard to do, considering you’ve only got one cock.” Tony chuckled.

“I’ll find a way.” Brian promised.

The lover’s plans were interrupted by Brian’s cell phone. He reluctantly pulled away from Tony’s embrace, and checked his caller ID. “Justin?” Brian sat up on the side of the bed to take the call. “Hi baby. Why aren’t you in class young man?” he asked.

“Something came up, I couldn’t make it.” Justin said.

“Something more important than your finals?” Brian asked.

“I think so. Where were you last night Brian?” Justin cut to the chase.

“What?”

“I asked where were you last night?”

“I was in my room.” Brian lied. “Why?”

“Because I called your room, you weren’t there.” Justin said.

“Dinner with Neo ran longer than I expected. I got back to my room pretty late. I didn’t call you back because I didn’t want to wake you. I knew you had finals this morning.” Brian fabricated his alibi.

“So where are you now?” Justin asked.

“I’m in my room. Where do you think I am, and what’s with this questioning?” Brian purposely tried to sound annoyed.

“When are you coming home Brian?” Justin asked.

“I told you I’ll be home Saturday night. My plane leaves tomorrow evening. Justin is something wrong?” Brian asked.

“Goodbye Brian.” Justin turned off his phone.

Brian immediately attempted to dial the loft. When after several rings there was no answer, he then tried to recall Justin on his cell phone. “What’s wrong?” Tony noted the changed expression on Brian’s face.

“He’s not answering.” Brian said.

“Maybe he left to go take his finals.” Tony suggested.

“No, that’s not it.” Brian closed his cell phone, and looked at Tony. “He knows.”

“How could he know?” Tony perished the thought. “No one knows I’m here except my staff, and they would never give out that kind of information.”

“What about Mary?” Brian asked.

Tony sat on the side of the bed next to Brian, and gave his troubled lover a kiss. “You worry too much Precious.” he said. “Mary would have phoned me if Justin had called. Now let’s hurry up, and get dressed. I’ll buy you a cup of coffee downstairs before we head out to work.”

Brian made himself decent for the few steps across the hall to his suite.  There was really no need to get fully dressed. He was only going to his room for a quick shower, and change anyway. Tony was right, there was no way Justin could have known that both of his men would be in Atlanta at the same time. Even so, it wasn’t like they conspired to have a torrid affair. Tony, and Brian’s chance meeting had been completely coincidental. Brian dismissed his paranoia, and opened the door to his suite. “Shit! Justin!” He swirled around to find the young man sitting in the wingback chair on the other side of the room. “Baby, you scared the shit out of me!” Brian said.

Justin looked at the suit jacket Brian was carrying on his arm, and the undid tie draped across his shoulders. His eyes follow the trail of opened buttons on Brian’s shirt, down to the unbuckled belt around his waist, and the bare ankles that peeked out from under his wrinkled trousers. “Had a busy night?” he asked.

“When did you get here? I just talked to you on the phone.” Brian said.

Justin held up his cell phone. “Isn’t modern technology wonderful?” he said sarcastically. “I called you from here. Where have you been all night Brian?”

Brian’s mind immediately kicked into overdrive. He was so busted, and in need of an alibi quickly. “Wait a minute baby, it’s not what you’re thinking….” he said.

“What am I thinking Brian?” Justin asked.

“We were going to tell you…I…I mean I was going to tell you..…” Brian stuttered.

“You were going to tell me WHAT?” Justin pushed.

Brian’s thoughts, and words were not coming together as planned. He wanted to tell Justin about Tony, but not like this. This appeared to be too sorted, too contrived, Justin would never believe that it was anything less than planned. With his back against the wall, Brian chose the old familiar route of infidelity. “He didn’t mean anything to me baby, he was just a trick that I picked up at dinner last night.” Brian said as the telephone began to ring.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Justin hissed.

“It’s no one important.” Brian said.

“I think it is.” Justin said, and bolted toward the bedroom. Brian followed at his heels. The young man had reached the telephone, and was about to pick up the receiver when Brian grabbed his wrist. “Damn you!” Justin took his other hand, and struck Brian across the face. With Brian now sprawled across the bed, Justin again attempted to answer the call.

“NO!” Brian called out, and tackled his baby to the floor.

“YOU BASTARD!” Justin fought to free himself, and a tussle ensued.

Tony first heard the telephone hit the floor, then the commotion that followed. While the voices were muffled, and unclear, it was apparent that something was happening in Brian’s room. Tony’s initial fear was a room invasion. Brian must have walked in on burglars. The older man hung up the phone, and hurried across the hall. “SOMEONE CALL SECURITY!” He yelled at the curious heads peeking out of their doors.

“BRIAN, OPEN THE DOOR!” Tony banged with his fist, as the rustling inside grew louder. Glass could now be heard breaking, and furniture smashing against the walls. Tony pushed the door with his shoulder. Once, twice, he braced himself for a third when suddenly the door flew open.

A wild eyed Justin stood in the doorway with reddened face, swollen eyes, and blood trickling from his nose. “How could you do this?” He wailed uncontrollably. “How could you do this to me Tony?”

“Dear God, Princess…..” Tony moved to embrace him.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Justin pushed his arms away.

Brian emerged from the bedroom swiping blood from the corner of his mouth.  “Justin, he didn’t mean anything to me baby, I swear he was just a fuck!” he pleaded. “It’s all Tony‘s fault. He kept coming on to me, showing up at my office, following me here to Atlanta. I just fucked him so he would go away!”

Tony stood stunned. He couldn’t believe his ears as he listened to Brian place all of the blame squarely on his shoulders. “You lying son-of-a-bitch,” Tony hissed. “Don’t believe him Princess, he wanted it just as much as I did.”

“Don’t listen to him baby!” Brian insisted.

“You came to MY room!” Tony reminded him.

“Stop it, both of you. I don’t ever want to see either one of you ever again.” Justin whimpered between tears.

“Princess, please….I’m so sorry. Let me explain.”

“Don’t call me princess, and I’m not your baby either Brian. I hate you, I hate you both.” Justin pushed his way past the onlookers that had gathered in the doorway, and disappeared into the crowded hotel corridor………………………………............

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The evening crowd at the Pittsburgh International Airport Bar & Grill had dwindled down to its last few patrons. It was nearing last call for alcohol as the cooks packed up, leaving the balance of the night to stranded travelers, warm brandy, and classic blues. Brian sat nursing his drink at the bar as a gray haired old man in dark sunglasses wailed out his misery on his guitar:

“I’ve got a little blonde rooster,

too lazy to crow for day.

I’ve got a little blonde rooster,

too lazy to crow for day.

He keeps everything in the barnyard

upset in every way.”

Brian gulped down the remainder of his drink, and pushed his empty glass toward the bartender. “Hit me again.” he said.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to first ask you for your car keys sir.” The reluctant server informed him.

Brian pulled his keys from his front trouser pocket, and placed them on the bar. He then turned back to the old blues man who continued his mournful howl:

“I tell you that he keeps all the hens fighting,

he keeps them fighting among themselves.

He keeps all the hens fighting,

they keep fighting among themselves.

Cause he don’t want no hens in his barnyard

laying eggs for nobody else.”

“We’ll be closing soon sir. Is there somebody I can call for you?” The bartender asked.

Brian retrieved one of Michael’s business cards from the breast pocket of his suit jacket, and laid it on the bar next to his glass. “Yeah, call my friend Michael.” he said.

The bartender looked at the telephone number on Michael’s card, then back at the poor wretch who had given it to him. “Blonde, or brunette?” The bartender asked.

“Both.” Brian sighed.

The bartender shook his head, and poured two final drinks. He took one for himself, then pushed the other one in front of Brian.. “That one’s on the house.” he said.

“Now if you see my little blonde rooster

send him home.

If you see my little blonde rooster

send him home.

There ain’t no peace in the barnyard

when my little blonde rooster’s gone.”

The blues man wailed.

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To be continued in Fantasy Season Six:

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