Memory Lane


 

Brian snuggled up to Justin’s back, and tunneled his hand underneath the covers. Across Justin’s hips, Brian explored until he found his treasure. Justin’s cock was very much awake, even though the heart of The Royal Trio still slumbered. Brian grasped the stiff member, and gently began to stroke it. “Time to wake up, sleepy head.” he whispered.

“Nooo.” Justin whined, and covered his head with the sheet.

“It’s Wednesday, Professor Dailey will be on your ass if you’re late for class.” Brian kissed the back of Justin’s neck.

Professor Dailey. Justin’s eyes flew open. He had almost forgotten that today was the day he was expected to give a definite answer about the fellowship with Sam Auerbach, in Chicago. Professor Dailey had made it very clear that if Justin didn’t want it, there were several other students, eager to accept it. So far only Daphne had been privy to what was about to happen, and she was less than enthusiastic to say the least…………….

“Let me see if I’ve got this right. You’ve spent the last 6yrs trying to get Tony and Brian together. Now that you have them both where you want them, you’re going to throw it all away for a chance to study art in Chicago, with some old, decrepit painter.” Daphne wanted to make sure she was hearing correctly.

“He’s not just some old, decrepit painter. He’s Sam Auerbach.” Justin defended his decision.

Daphne wasn’t impressed. “And?”

“And, Sam Auerbach is one of the most influential, contemporary, impressionists of our time.” Justin explained.

“Uh-huh, you’re nuts.” Daphne concluded. “You should have thought about this BEFORE you got married! Do you honestly think Tony and Brian are going to wait here for you, for 2yrs, while you go chasing some convoluted dream of being an artist?”

“It’s not just a convoluted dream. Professor Dailey and Sam Auerbach both seem to think I have the talent.” Justin said.

“So does Brian!” Daphne reminded him. “That’s why he gave you a job in the art department of Kinnetics.”

“That job at Kinnetics was given to me because Brian loves me. I need to know that my art is truly appreciated. I need to carve out a career for myself.” Justin argued.

“You have a career fucking your handsome, rich husbands. I should be so lucky to have that career.” Daphne said.

“It’s not the same. Women are different. You’re not expected to contribute to the financial income of the family. That’s your husband’s responsibility.” Justin said.

“Since when?” Daphne took offense. “Every married woman I know works outside of the home, and contributes financially to the family.”

“Then you should understand why I have to do this.” Justin said.

“No Justin, I don’t. The women I’m referring to aren’t married to men like Tony and Brian who have beaucoup money. They’re working to put food on the table because they don’t have the options that you have. There are plenty of other artists. Why can’t you find one here in Pittsburgh to study with?” Daphne attempted to reason with him.

“I’m not going to argue with you about this. My mind is made up.” Justin ended the conversation with a wave of his hand.

“Fine. I don’t know about Tony, but we all know that Brian Kinney is one hard dog to keep on the porch. While you’re in Chicago learning to express yourself artistically, there are hundreds of pretty boys prowling Liberty Avenue, just waiting for the opportunity to sink their teeth into your two princes. Don’t be surprised when you come back to nothing.” Daphne warned………………

Justin could feel the coolness of the lube on Brian’s cock, gliding along the split of his ass cheeks. “Good morning,” he smiled.

“Good morning.” Brian said. “First things first, let’s take care of these morning hard-ons, then we can both be on our way.”

“Where’s Tony?” Justin relaxed into Brian’s embrace.

“He’s already gone. He said he had some business to attend to this morning.” Brian nibbled Justin’s ear.

“So it’s just you and me.” Justin purred.

“Just like old times.” Brian attempted to ease his dick inside the soft, round mounds.

Justin turned over to face his husband. “Brian.”

“Hm?”

“Are you happy?” Justin asked.

Brian rolled over onto his back. “I’d be happier if you got on top.” he said.

“I’m serious. This arrangement, you and I, and Tony have, are you happy with it?” Justin insisted. “What if something happened to one of us? What would happen to the other two?”

“You’re worried about Tony?” Brian chuckled. “Don’t worry about him. He’s as strong as a horse, and hung like one. You’ll always have a dick, and a spare.”

“What about you?” Justin asked.

“I’ll share if you will.” Brian reached for his boy. “Come on baby, climb on top of daddy……”

 

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Over at the Liberty Diner, Emmett’s reenactment of what happened at Babylon on the previous night had Debbie, and the rest of the breakfast crowd, howling with laughter. Brian’s line, following the punch witnessed by nearly every fag in Pittsburgh had instantly become the latest catch-phrase on Liberty Avenue. “Roll that bitch up, and take her out of here.” Emmett mimicked Brian, and the diner broke out in laughter again.

Not everyone was enjoying the levity though. Michael wasn’t finding anything amusing about the fact that David’s move back to Pittsburgh wasn’t to rekindle their relationship, but to reclaim Tony. Talk about a double slap in the face. First he finds out that Brian once fucked Ben, now he learns that Tony and David has a history. Not in the mood for peddling newspapers to commuters that morning, Michael quietly finished his breakfast and exited the diner. Despondent about this latest revelation, he pointed his car in the direction of memory lane, and headed toward the familiar road that led to David’s house.

For as long as Michael could remember, it had always been about Brian. Even when they were in high school, all of the girls wanted him, and all of the boys envied him. Michael’s only claim to fame was that he was the best friend of the hottest boy in school, a position the mousy outcast often resented, especially when others used him to get next to the auburn haired cutie. It didn’t matter how much coaxing, and reassurance Brian gave his friend. Michael grew up internalizing the idea that he would never look good enough, and never be cool enough. Indeed, he would always play second fiddle in the Brian Kinney band. It wasn’t until David came along that Michael began to view himself differently.

Dr. David Cameron, wealthy, successful, handsome, and most of all, NOT interested in Brian. As quiet as it was kept, Michael rejoiced when David rebuffed Brian’s best advances. For the first time he had someone that Brian Kinney wanted, but was unable to seduce. Michael recalled his first date with David, and the awful makeover Emmett had given him. It was Brian who undid Emmett’s tailor-trash efforts, and loaned his best friend his new Hugo Boss leather jacket, in an attempt to make an impression on the good doctor. That evening, Michael made a fool of himself by rattling on about Brian, like a lovelorn schoolgirl. Even so, David still pursued Michael like a dashing Romeo, determined to win the heart of his fair Juliet.

Eventually, David asked Michael to move to Portland with him, and much to everyone’s surprise, Brian gave the move his blessing. Unfortunately, time and distance sill couldn’t sever the unusual bond between the two best friends. It wasn’t long before Michael’s constant whining forced David to send him packing, back to his Big-Q existence, and playing second fiddle not only to Brian, but now to Justin as well.

Michael turned the corner onto David’s street. Damn, it was just as beautiful as he remembered it. It was hard to believe that he once lived there in David’s ultra contemporary abode, with priceless, museum pieces scattered about, where senators were entertained, and political fundraisers were often held. Unlike his working-class life with Ben, had Michael stayed with David, there would still be vacations to far off, romantic places, dinners at expensive restaurants, and long weekends at David’s second home in the country.

Money wasn’t the only thing that Michael felt cheated out of. Somehow it didn’t seem fair that no matter how long he and Ben were together, even if it was forever, they would never be able to do it raw. Damn Brian. How is it that the biggest whore in Pittsburgh could snare two HIV negative men, and settle down with both of them for life? Damn Justin for living the life Michael could now only dream of, and damn Tony for being the man that David came back for, instead of him.

Michael parked some distance away, so as not to be discovered. The black car in David’s driveway told him that the good doctor had company, early morning company. The kind of company that was usually asked to spend the night. Michael slouched down, behind the steering wheel, and fantasized about what he knew was taking place behind the custom made drapery that blocked out the early morning sun rays in David’s bedroom. How well he remembered, even after all these years, the feel of David’s cock, deep inside his ass, first thing in the morning. After making love there would be warm croissants, with whipped butter, fresh brewed coffee, and strawberries, served by David himself, in that sexy little white apron that barely covered his dick. Michael wondered who the lucky recipient of David’s favor was that morning. Who was the owner of the vintage, black, 1979 Lincoln Continental?

Vintage, black, 1979 Lincoln Continental. “Shit!” Michael suddenly sat upright in his seat. “That’s Tony’s car!”


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