Halloween 2011


 

As expected, like Tony and Brian, Justin tested positive for syphilis as well, and received a mega dose of penicillin. The following week would be a difficult one as Justin and Tony were advised to abstain from sex until the results of a second blood test deemed them both free of infection. Luckily it was Halloween weekend, and Justin was consumed with decorating Westchester for the festivities. Plenty of trick-or-treaters were expected, and Tony was ready for them with a makeshift graveyard that lead from the front gate, along the long driveway to the house. Fog machines blew mist between the rented tombstone props, and chilling recorded screams pierced the air. Bloody latex limbs were strewn about, and a few local actors were hired to portray roaming zombies. The brave ones who made it to the door were rewarded with chocolates handed out by Tony, dressed as a sinister butler. It was Justin's job to dish out the final act of terror by appearing behind Tony dressed as a mad butcher, and wielding a loud chainsaw prop. By ten o'clock the last of the chocolates had been issued out, the actors were gone, and Justin's mind was now turning toward another type of entertainment.

"That was fun. I look forward to Halloween every year." Tony smiled as he locked the door for the night.

"You make a pretty hot butler," Justin noted. "You can service me anytime."

"Did you see how the kids ran screaming through the graveyard? It was great!" Tony changed the subject.

Justin wiped the fake blood from his face. "The night is still young. Mary is at her sister's, which means that we have the whole house all to ourselves. You can keep your butler outfit on, and I'll let you take advantage of me," he purred.

"That sounds tempting, but let's not forget Dr. Love's instructions," Tony said.

"It's been three days," Justin reminded him. "I read on the internet that once the antibiotic is administered, it normally takes only 24hrs for the infection to leave your body."

Tony walked over to his horny little butcher, and kissed him. "We don't want to reinfect each other. I think we should follow the doctor's orders, and wait for the all clear from our second blood tests. In the meantime we can do other things."

"I don't want to do other things," Justin whined.

"I bet I can still get you off." Tony smiled.

"I don't want another hand-job, and I'm not fucking in a spacesuit," Justin frowned.

"Spacesuit?" Tony chuckled. "Since when did you become opposed to condoms?"

"Since the first time I fucked without one. I don't care what anybody says, it feels different. It's like eating boneless-skinless chicken breasts. There's no taste to it, it's just dry," Justin protested.

"It will only be for a few more days," Tony assured him.

"What difference would it make if we did reinfect each other? We can just get another shot of penicillin," Justin reasoned.

Tony was obviously not budging.

"To hell with you," Justin hissed. "I might as well go to bed. I'll see you at breakfast! Goddamn Brian, he ruined everything!"

Tony watched his mad little butcher stomp up the stairs. As quiet as it was kept, Justin wasn't the only frustrated one. Talk about Murphy's Law, before the whole syphilis thing came to light Justin and Tony had already been apart for months, and now that they were finally back together, they couldn't really be together. Justin was right, this was all Brian's fault, but now was not a time to go off the deep end. There were health issues to consider. Someone had to keep their wits about them, and that someone was Tony. He needed to think of something fast that would appease his horny princess. Toys maybe? No, that wouldn't do. There's really no substitute for dick if that's what you want, and in all honesty Tony had to concur. Fucking with condoms was as bland as eating boneless-skinless chicken breast. He needed another diversion, something that could keep Justin's mind occupied, and off of sex.

The warm water of the shower did little to temper Justin's libido. Damn Tony, and his medieval ideas about medicine. Who follows the doctor's orders these days? Of course the doctor was going to want them to wait. Of course the doctor would want a return visit. More visits, more tests, that's how doctors make their money. They make money off of paranoid patients like Tony! This waiting game was bullshit! Brian wouldn't give a damn about any doctor. Justin grabbed his swollen cock, and began to stroke himself. He closed his eyes, and tilted his head back to allow the water to splash on his face. For a moment he was back at the loft with Brian. It was the morning after their first night together, and the teen couldn't believe that his lover was hard again. Justin vividly remembered the kisses on the back of his neck, and the water gliding down the small of his back. He remembered Brian's hips slapping against his backside, and the feel of his cock plunging deeper inside him with each thrust. Justin began to stroke himself harder. In his mind he now envisioned his two princes together with Brian on top...No, with Tony on top, and Brian's long slender legs spread far apart. How hot was that? Brian Kinney on the bottom. It was no doubt a sight that few people had ever witnessed, but an indulgence that Justin had become accustomed to watching. Goddamn Brian................ Justin stroked himself faster.

It's funny how things always seem clearer after you cum. Justin stepped out of the shower, and wrapped himself in one of Tony's thick, terry robes. Maybe he had been a little too hard on his lion. Maybe Tony was right to follow the doctor's recommendation. After all, who in their right mind would risk being reinfected with syphilis for a fuck? How stupid. If the doctor wanted them to wait for a second set of blood tests, then that's what they would do. Justin left his room, and peeked his head inside the master bedroom next door. Tony wasn't there. He padded down the stairs, and rounded the polished wooden banisters to the study. Tony wasn't there either.

"I'm down here, princess, in the game room," Tony called out to him.

Justin headed off in the direction of Tony's voice. The closer he got to the game room, the more voices he heard. Screams? Upon his arrival he found Tony reclined on the sofa, wrapped in a thick, white terry robe, just like Justin's. He looked like an advertisement for a men's cologne. "What are you watching?" Justin asked.

"Night Of The Living Dead," Tony said.

Justin stepped inside the game room. "Is that the director's cut?" he asked.

"Yep." Tony popped a piece of Halloween chocolate in his mouth.

Justin walked over to the sofa, and stretched out on top of his lion. "I'm sorry," he uttered.

"I know," Tony said.

"I love you." Justin nuzzled him.

"I know," Tony said.

Justin rested his head on Tony's chest, and watched as the zombies overran the house. "Brian should be here," he sniffed.

Tony hugged his princess tighter. "I know," he said.
 

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