In the News

“Rise, and shine sleepyheads!” Tony gave each of his boys a firm smack on the ass.

Brian rolled over onto his back, and shielded his eyes from the sun shining through the sheer drapes of the loft. He then turned, and squinted at Tony who was already showered, and fully dressed. “What time is it?” he whispered.

“It’s almost six o’clock.” Tony said.

“In the morning?” Justin peeked out from underneath the covers.

“Yeah, I’m running late. I still have to swing by The Plaza to change.” Tony gave Justin, and Brian each a kiss on the forehead, then sauntered off to the kitchen area.

“Why the hell is he up?” Brian looked over at Justin.

“He’s an early riser.” Justin turned over onto his side, and closed his eyes again.

Tony rattled off his weekend agenda as he gulped down the remainder of his coffee. “I’ve got a meeting with the new chef, and his staff in Atlanta at ten, and a ribbon cutting ceremony in Chicago at three. While I’m there I’m going to stop, and check in on Mary. I should be back here by Sunday night. You two be good for me. Oh, and Brian, you’re out of coffee.”

Brian sat upright in the bed, and watched the steel door slide shut behind Tony. “It’s time to get up baby.” He reached over, and shook Justin.

“I don’t have any classes on Friday.” The youngest member of the royal trio groaned, then quickly fell back to sleep again.

Brian crawled out of bed, and made his way to the bathroom. Thank god it was Friday. He only had to survive for eight more hours. Last night’s frolic at the “Steamworks Bath & Sauna”, followed by an all night romp at the loft had taken its sweet toll on Brian, and Justin. Once again Tony had proven his adage to be true. Youngsters were built for speed, not endurance. The pride of Babylon wondered where the hell the old lion got his stamina. Brian turned on the water, and stepped into the shower. Oooo, he bent over, and spread his butt cheeks. The warm water felt good on his tender backside. Over the last few months Brian had gained an added respect for the hundreds of tricks who had over the years been so accommodating. He had learned that it wasn’t easy being a bottom boy, especially Tony’s bottom boy.

Justin was awakened by the sound of the water. He made his way to the shower door to find Brian still spread eagle. “Is that an invitation?” the young man smiled.

“Is there still just one back there, or did our boyfriend tear me a new hole?” Brian asked.

Justin stepped into the shower, and took a peek. “Nope, it’s still just one, and a very beautiful one indeed.” He knelt down, and glided his tongue along the swollen, pink opening.

“Humm, that feels good.” Brian sighed.

“Looks like you had a rough ride. Let your baby make it better.” Justin cooed.

Brian spread his legs wider, allowing easier access to the sensitive space between his scrotum, and his anus. Justin tongued the back of his balls, then snaked his body between Brian’s legs, up stopping briefly to lavish Brian’s cock with kisses before standing to face his lover.

“What?” Brian didn’t understand the sudden pause.

Justin looked up into Brian’s hazel eyes, and gently stroked his fingers through the wet auburn colored hair. “Are you happy Brian?” he asked.

Brian characteristically folded his lips together, and thought for a moment. The love of his life was there in the shower with him, while the love of his dreams was on his way to Atlanta, and would be back on Sunday night. Business was thriving, and his only son, Gus was healthy, and adored him. What man, gay or straight could ask for anything more? “Yes, I’m very happy baby.” Brian smiled. “I’m very, very happy.”

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Brian was floating on cloud nine when he left the loft. He was still flying high when he practically danced through the door of the Liberty Diner. “Good morning Deb. One black coffee please…”

“Quiet! We’re listening to the news.” Debbie shushed him.

Brian looked around at the diner patrons who’s eyes were all fixed on the overhead television. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“Shhh!”

“In the local news this morning is the shakeup on Liberty Avenue. Last night Pittsburgh police raided the Steamworks Bath & Sauna after a report that there was unprotected sex taking place by some of its patrons. The three offenders were promptly ejected, however that wasn’t enough for mayor James Stockwell who had this to say at a press conference this morning…….”

The newscast immediately cut to a taped interview of Stockwell flanked by members of The Gay & Lesbian Center. “The good gay and lesbian citizens of Pittsburgh deserve respectable establishments in their neighborhoods that reflect the same values of all of the decent citizens of our fair city. Sex houses such as the Steamworks Bath & Sauna will not be tolerated. I promise you that this just the beginning of my clean up on Liberty Avenue…”

Debbie reached up, and turned the sound down on the television set. “Can you believe that?” she began. “What kind of lowlife, bathhouse lizards would put the whole gay community in jeopardy for a quick wet one at a time like this? This is just the kind of ammunition that asshole Stockwell, and his good-old boys need to get Proposition 14 pushed through.” 

“You’re right Deb.” A patron seconded her. “It’s bad enough that gay men have to contend with the stereotype that we’re all HIV carrying “chicken hawks” who prey on little boys, and fuck without thinking, or giving a shit about the consequences. That’s why they say we’re not fit to marry.”

“I don’t give a damn about what breeders think of me, or that bankrupt institution they call marriage. You heard what Stockwell said. He’s going to start cleaning up Liberty Avenue, and you know what that means. First it’s the baths, then it’s the clubs. He’s not going to stop until he shuts us all down, and shoves us back into the closet.” Another patron added his two cents.

“What do you have to say about this Brian? You know Stockwell is going to put Babylon at the top of his hit list.” Debbie warned.

“Stockwell can’t touch Babylon. We’re up to code with everything.” Brian assured her.

“But what about the other clubs like Meat Hook, Boy Toy, and Pistols?” A large, leather clad man wondered out loud. “You know as well as I do Brian that this is just the beginning of the witch hunt. Man I wish I could get my hands on the jerks who started all this!”

Things had suddenly taken a turn for the worst. Brian knew that it was just a matter of time before the three culprits who closed down the Steamworks were identified. “Debbie, can I have my coffee please?” he insisted.

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News of the raid at the Steamworks Bath & Sauna spread like wild fire. By the time Brian arrived at Kinnetics it was already the main topic of conversation around the water cooler. Even Justin who had decided to sleep in at the loft had heard about it from Jennifer. The concerned mother had made it her business to call, and find out if her son had ever frequented such a vile place as the Steamworks Bath & Sauna. Justin lied through his teeth, and swore up & down that while he may vaguely remember hearing the name, he himself had never visited the Steamworks before. “It’s not a lie if they make you lie.” the young man told himself.

Brian went on about his usual daily routine, which always concluded with a stop at Michaels comic book store before he headed home. The look on his best friend’s face the moment Brian walked through the door told him that he had been found out.

“I knew it had to be you, you and your band of merry men.” Michael began. “I don’t believe you Brian. It was always you who pounded safe sex into my head, and now look at what you’re doing. You’re playing Russian roulette with your dick, and you’ve got Justin involved in your suicidal game too. You said yourself that Tony has been laying his pipe all around the world. How do you know he’s not a walking plague? Have you at least had him tested for HIV?”

“At this point, I think it’s safe to say that Tony probably has the cleanest bill of health between the three of us.” Brian said. “They tested him for everything when he was in the hospital.”

“That’s been months ago. How do you know that he hasn’t been with other guys besides you, and Justin?” Michael continued.

“I know because I trust him Michael. I trust Tony just as much as I trust Justin.” Brian said with most certainty. “I trust them both with my life.”

“You don’t even know anything about him!” Michael insisted.

“I know enough.” Brian said.

“Oh yeah, then how do you explain this?” Michael reached underneath the counter, and brought out a copy of tomorrow morning’s early edition of the Pittsburg Tribune. On the cover was a photo of Tony with his shirt open, kneeling down, and hugging a little boy who’s face was blackened out. The headline read: Cleanup On Liberty Avenue Implicates Heavy Hitter.

“Do you recognize the clothes, and the auburn hair?” Michael pointed out.

Brian snatched the newspaper from Michael’s hands. He needed a closer look, because he didn’t believe what he was seeing. “That’s Gus.” Brian said.

Michael folded his arms across his chest. “Now can you explain why this man that you trust so much was alone with your son at a hotel without your knowledge?” he said.

NEXT WEEK:  Dirty Laundry

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