Christmas Colors

Brian rested his forehead on his forearm, as he balanced himself across his desk in his office at Babylon. Behind him Tony was in fine form, thrusting his hips to the pulsating beat of the music permeating from downstairs, as his dick glided back & forth up Brian’s ass. The painful/pleasure of Tony’s cock was stretching the consummate top further than any man had gone before.

“Oh.” Brian winced, and held himself steady, then reached down, and began to stroke himself.

Tony leaned forward, and kissed the back of Brian’s neck. “Are you ok?” he whispered.

“Don’t stop.” Brian panted………………………………...........................................

Babylon’s “Christmas Colors Party” had been touted as the gala event of the year. Brilliantly marketed by Mr. Kinnetics himself, Brian’s late night television spots, and layouts in every gay publication across the country had made the re-opening of the hottest gay club in Pittsburgh the place to be on December 18th. Add to that Anthony Massey’s 4 days and 5 nights package deal at the at the five star Plaza Hotel, complete with passes to “Christmas Colors Party”, and access to the newly revamped “SteamWorks” men’s spa, and the goal of making Pittsburgh the newest gay Mecca was well underway.

Tony lifted his weight off of Brian’s back, and reluctantly eased his dick out of the slippery tunnel. “That was great.” he exhaled. “I’m ready to go home, and go to bed now.”

“Can’t you hear there’s a party going on downstairs?” Brian reached for the wet wipes on his desk, then passed the handy dispenser back to Tony.

“We’d better go find our other third.” Tony tidied himself, and pulled his jeans up over his butt.

Brian wiped his bottom, and his hands. “Leave him alone, he’s having a good time,” he grinned.

“He’s going to have too much of a good time if we don‘t find him.” Tony fretted. “I’ve got a few things that I need to go over here, before I come downstairs.”

Brian looked at the well earned, hunter green bandanna peeking out of the left back pocket of Tony’s snug jeans. “Don’t worry, daddy. I’ll go find our missing boy,” he said.

“And behave yourself!” Tony gave a final warning, as the pride of Babylon strutted off with his silver lame handkerchief hanging from his right pocket. Indeed, Brian Kinney was a celebrity in his own right.

 

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The Plaza Hotel had been solidly booked for weeks with newly committed couples celebrating their honeymoons, and honeymoon hopefuls looking for a little Christmas magic of their own. Even gay Hollywood was making surprise appearances.

“Brian, you’ll never guess who’s here!” Ted met him at the bottom of the Babylon’s back office steps. “It’s Conner James. Can you believe that? Conner James is here at our party, and he’s wearing an orange bandanna in his left pocket! That means he’s up for anything! I have to go introduce myself. If I use your name, maybe I’ll get lucky.”

Poor Theodore. He’s such a suck up, literally. “By all means, use my name. Whatever gets you there.” Brian smiled.

“Thanks, Brian,” Ted hurried off into the crowd, with his light blue bandanna waving from his right back pocket.

Brian’s eyes scanned the sea of revelers, all decked out in their Christmas colors, advertising their sexual preference for the night. Grey bandanna in the left pocket was a bondage top. Dark pink in the right pocket likes to have his tits tortured. Light blue worn on the left was seeking head. Light blue worn on the right was willing to blow him. Yellow was into golden showers, while purple was into piercing. The smorgasbord of freaks went on and on, with every imaginable fetish being represented there, at Babylon that night. Now where the hell was Justin?

“Brian, there you are. Where have you been?” Frantic Michael caught up with his friend.

“Hello, Mikey. Let me see.” Brian turned him around to check out his backside. “Black & white check, on the right. A safe sex bottom. How cute!”

“Forget about my ass. David is here?” Michael said.

“Who?”

“David/Dr. David Cameron/the man of my dreams that I moved to Portland to be with is here.” Michael made himself clear.

“Really? Then I guess everyone who’s anyone really is here.” Brian grinned.

“This isn’t funny, Brian.” Michael frowned. “David has moved his practice back here for good. He’s accepted a position with the Pittsburgh Iron Men football team.”

“Good for David, now excuse me. I have to go find Justin.” Brian turned to leave.

“That’s not the only reason he’s back.” Michael stopped him. “He says he’s back to reclaim the man that he loves.”

Brian was suddenly interested. “Well, did you tell him that the man he loves is now married?” he asked.

“No.”

“No?” Brian’s eyes widened. “You mean you didn’t introduce your old flame to your new husband?”

“I was going to but…”

“But what?” Brian looked at Michael suspiciously. “You still have a thing for David, don’t you?”

“Of course not.” Michael folded his arms across his chest.

“Mikey, I can tell when you’re lying. Ha! Wait till Ben finds out that you still want your prostate massaged by the good doctor!” Brian laughed.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down. Ben will hear you.” Michael looked around to see who was listening.

“By the way, did you happen to notice what Christmas color he was wearing?” Brian asked.

“Navy blue, left.” Michael said.

“A classic top. You said he’s always been a take charge kind of guy. Maybe now you can finally fulfill that fantasy of yours. No doubt Dr. David is negative. Maybe you can get him to fuck you raw. Excuse me, but I have to go find Justin.” Brian continued on his mission.

“I have to hand it to you, honey, you know how to throw one hell of a party!” A very tipsy Emmett, sporting a tasteful, navy blue kerchief in his right back pocket stopped him to say.

“Have you seen Justin?” Brian yelled over the music.

“He’s on the dance floor!” Emmett pointed.

Brian proceeded to make his way through the crowd, and over to the bar where Michael had rejoined Ben. “My, don’t you two look cute together.” Brian took note of their matching black & white check/safe sex bandannas.

“Congratulations, Brian. It looks like your efforts have paid off. Everyone is here.” Ben noted.

“So I’ve heard.” Brian grinned, and looked over at Michael, who didn’t find the private joke at all amusing.

“Even James Connor, the actor, and movie producer Brett Keller is here. Very impressive,” unsuspecting Ben continued.

Brian scanned the dance floor, and sure enough there was Justin, with his hips gyrating, flashing a bright red bandanna in his right pocket. A small group of men were dancing around him. Unlike Brian, whose sexual prowess played out like an over-viewed porn video, there was little known about the elusive Anthony Massey. Until recently, rumors abounded that like so many businessmen who profit from the frolic of gay men, the owner of Pittsburgh’s Plaza Hotel, and former owner of Babylon, Mr. Anthony Massey, was straight. Only now were bits and pieces beginning to surface about the private life of the man who could rival Brian Kinney. Could it be that older, butch queen was a hott bottom, or was he like Brian, a consummate top? Even more of a wonder was Justin Taylor, the sizzling little blonde who kept them both in order. Until tonight, Justin’s secret had remained a mystery.

Tony had finished his business upstairs, and made his way over to the bar next to Brian. There he too spotted Justin and his circle of admirers on the dance floor. “Will you go yank that red bandanna out of his back pocket?” Tony frowned.

“I take it neither of you explained the hanky color code to Justin.” Ben deduced.

“Nope.” Brian said.

“So he doesn’t know the difference between a Christmas color party, as in Santa Claus red, and a Christmas COLOR party…..”

“As in fist fuck red.” Brian finished Ben’s sentence.

“Well, don’t you think you ought to tell him that he’s advertising for a fist fuck?” Michael asked.

“Nah. Leave him alone. Look at him; he’s having a great time. We’ll just keep an eye on him.” Brian smiled.

Tony shook his head, and turned to the bartender. “Two bourbons straight up,” he ordered.

Speaking of a great time, Brian assumed that he was about to have one of his own. Making his way through the center of the dance floor, and headed directly toward them was David. This was going to be good. Dr. David was coming to reclaim his man, and the always cool, calm, and collected, Zen Ben was surely going to snap. Grinning like a mischievous little imp, Brian watched his best friend’s face grow paler, and paler, the closer David came. Finally, Michael bravely grasped Ben’s hand, and stepped forward.

“David, I would like you to meet my husband, Benjamin Bruckner.” Michael said.

“Your husband? I’m pleased to meet you, Benjamin.” David smiled, and paused briefly to shake Ben’s hand, before proceeding past them.

Brian, Michael, and Ben watched as David walked up behind Tony, and pressed his body close against Tony’s ass. He then leaned over, and kissed the back of Tony’s neck. “I’m back baby.” David whispered……………………………


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