Farewell to Falwell

Part 1

Until now, Anthony Massey had been considered just another bleeding heart liberal, offering his support, and vast sums of money to unpopular causes such as the Victor Grassi Hospice Care Center, and that embarrassing gay prom that cost the city of Pittsburgh a fortune in legal fees, and nearly got its police chief indicted. Mayor James T. Stockwell was furious with his now ex-friend. How dare Tony Massey side with Brian Kinney, the man who made a mockery of his re-election platform to clean up Liberty Avenue. Stockwell should have known that there was a reason for Tony's willingness to go against him, and the other members of Pittsburgh's A-list business community. The self-made millionaire, and once pillar of society was queer himself. Not only that, but he was into little boys as well.

Tony took a fork full of salad, and sat back in his oversized, executive chair to enjoy his lunch. With the noonday news broadcasting in the background, he scanned the financial section of the Pittsburgh Tribune. Apparently columnist Howard Bellwether's roundabout attack on his character was having more of an impact than Tony's lawyer, Kenneth Davenport, had anticipated. Reservations at The Plaza Hotels, as well as stock in Massey Enterprises had taken a nose dive, and as if that wasn't bad enough, "Cosmopolitan" had announced that they would be filing suit against him for making a mockery of their sexiest man of the year issue. The women's magazine contended that by not divulging his sexual orientation, Anthony Massey had misrepresented himself, and thereby committed fraud against them.

"Fucking cunts." Tony growled.

"Reverend Jerry Falwell, founder of the "Moral Majority" movement is dead…."

The breaking news caught Tony's attention. He laid his newspaper aside, and turned up the sound with his television remote.

"The fundamentalist Christian leader was found unconscious in his office at Liberty University earlier this afternoon, and was pronounced dead just a few moments ago. Services for the religious leader will be announced…"

Oh shit! Tony's instincts immediately kicked in. He could feel it in his guts already. This sudden turn of events was going to spell trouble. Tony reached over, and pressed the button on his speakerphone. "Everlee, get Brian on the line for me," he ordered his assistant.

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"Brian, Tony is on line one." Cynthia informed her boss.

Brian pressed the button on his speakerphone, and leaned back in his executive chair. "I'm way ahead of you this time Tony. I've already ordered the champagne to be delivered to Babylon for tonight's celebration," he said.

"I don't think that's such a good idea Brian. I've got a real bad feeling about this. I think you should leave Babylon closed for tonight." Tony cut straight to the chase.

Brian sat upright in his seat. "What, are you shitting me?"

Tony attempted to qualify his position. "It's too dangerous, Brian. The breeders are going to go crazy tonight. They're going to use Falwell's death as an excuse to target every gay man, and lesbian woman, they can find. I think you should leave the club closed until things settle down, at least until after Falwell's funeral," he said.

"And what fucking good will that do? Are the Budweiser-boys suddenly going to embrace us in brotherly love once they've placed their grand wizard in the ground?" Brian doubted.

"No, but it does show class, and that we have respect for one of their religious leaders." Tony said.

"Hello! Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with Anthony Massey?" Brian jested.

"This isn't a joke, Brian. All hell is about to break loose. If you open Babylon tonight, somebody is going to get hurt, maybe even killed." Tony warned.

Brian wasn't budging. "Liberty Avenue isn't fucking Broadway. I'm not about to dim the lights at Babylon for a homophobic prick that condemned us all to Hell. I only wish I had time to plan a more formal celebration. In fact, maybe I'll just do that on the day of the fat bastard's funeral. We can all come dressed as purple Teletubbies." Brian said.

"Give me just one night, Brian." Tony pleaded. "I need at least 24hrs to gather enough security for you."

"I have enough security, and if I need any more, I'm certainly capable of getting it myself." Brian snapped. "You know Tony, just because I let you in my bed, that doesn't mean that you can meddle in my business affairs."

"I'm not meddling in your business affairs, Brian. I'm merely suggesting that perhaps you should be less concerned with tonight's profits, and more concerned with the safety of your guests." Tony said.

"It seems to me that you should be worrying more about your own guests, or should I say lack thereof. I've been following the financial reports too, Tony. Could it be that maybe the man with The Midas Touch is loosing his touch?" Brian took the cheap shot.

Ouch, that one hurt. Tony took a moment to regroup before responding. "On my worst day at the market, I can still buy and sell your little "Kinnetics" over, and over, and over again," he fired back.

"I seriously doubt that." Brian hissed. "You thought the same thing about Justin, but as you can see, I'm still his boyfriend, and you're still just his man-on-the-side."

"Ah, so that's what this is all about. This has nothing to do with business. You're still jealous of Justin and me." Tony laughed.

"Jealous of you? I don't think so. Remember, you're the third party in this triangle, and you're only still around because I allow you to be around." Brian sprayed his territory.

"Are you saying that to convince me, or to convince yourself?" Tony stood his ground.

"I really don't have time to debate this with you right now, Tony. I have things that need to be taken care of before tonight's festivities at Babylon. The party starts at ten. Be there, or be square." Brian turned off his speakerphone.

"Did someone say Babylon?" Justin stepped into Brian's office.

"Yeah, tonight we're celebrating." Brian sat back in his chair, and beckoned for Justin to come over.

Justin took note of the unusual gesture. Normally sitting on daddy's lap was Tony's modus operandi. Justin decided to play along. He placed his backpack on the floor, then rounded the glass desk, and slid his ass onto Brian's lap. "What are you up to?" he smiled.

"Mr. Moral Majority, Jerry Falwell, just dropped dead. I'd say that calls for a celebration." Brian said.

"Leave it to you to celebrate a man's death." Justin placed his arms around Brian's neck.

"Free champagne for everybody. The party starts at ten." Brian said.

"Oh, I wish I could come, but I can't. I've got a quiz tomorrow." Justin whined. "Why don't you call Tony?"

"Tony already knows about it. I want you there." Brian nibbled Justin's ear.

Justin tried to ignore the hand moving up his thigh. "I don't think I can make it. By the time I finish work here, and make it home, I'll only have a few hours to study," he said.

"What if I gave you the day off? You can go home, and study, then meet me at Babylon tonight." Brian's hand found what it was looking for.

"But what will your other employees think?" Justin squirmed underneath his lover's touch.

"I'm the boss. Who gives a damn what they think?" Brian reached over, and pressed the button on his speakerphone. "Cynthia hold all my calls for the next 30 mins."

"Sure, Brian." Cynthia called back to him.

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The death of Jerry Falwell meant very little to Justin Taylor. With finals less than a month away, going into his senior year at P.I.F.A, with a 4.0 grade point average was utmost on Justin's mind. Justin decided to take Brian up on his generous offer to go home and study, then meet Brian and Tony later on that night at Babylon. The time had been well spent. It was nearly nine o'clock before the budding young artist realized how tired, and hungry he was. Justin yawned, and turned off his computer. He was about to head off to the shower, when the doorbell rang. "Who is it?"

"It's your pizza delivery man." Tony announced through the intercom.

Justin pressed the entrance buzzer, then hurried out into the hallway to meet his other lover. He watched from the third floor landing as Tony's long legs took the stairs two at a time.

"Why won't you move to a building with an elevator?" A winded Tony greeted his princess with a kiss.

"The stairs are great for keeping the butt firm." Justin took the welcomed pizza from Tony's hands, and sashayed back inside his apartment.

"So it does." Tony smiled, and followed the taut little ass.

Justin sat the pizza box down on his kitchen counter, and removed a slice of the thin crust pie. "How did you know I was here?" He took a bite.

"Where else would an honor student be on a Tuesday night?" Tony stood in the middle of the floor, and looked around at the cluttered surroundings. What a pigsty.

Justin held the slice of pizza between his teeth, as he cleared a place for Tony to sit. "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting company," he said.

"Obviously." Tony sat down amidst the unfinished canvases.

Justin took a second slice of pizza, and held it over for Tony to take a bite. "Don't you want some?"

"No thank you." Tony said. "My cardiologist would loose his mind if a slice of pizza showed up on my next blood test. You go on, and help yourself, princess. All of that studying. You must be famished."

"I'm starving, and I'm beat." Justin confessed. "I've got this quiz tomorrow, and finals are less than a month away….."

"Maybe we should stay home tonight." Tony innocently suggested.

"I wish I could, but I can't." Justin said. "I promised Brian I would come to Babylon tonight. He's expecting us both. Of course we don't have to stay long if you don't want to."

"Of course." Tony smiled.

Justin wolfed down the second slice of pizza, and hurried off to the shower, leaving Tony to watch the nine o'clock news while he waited for him: "Viewings for the late Jerry Farwell, founder and leader of the Moral Majority, will be held in the Grand Lobby of the Arthur Demoss Learning Center, and later in the sanctuary of the Thomas Road Baptist Church in Lynchburg Virginia. The public is invited to come, and pay their respects. The full schedule, including funeral details are as follows………"

Damn that Brian, he could have waited until all of this shit had died down before he threw his Falwell Death-Day party. Tony had already noticed an increase in Bible-thumpers howling Sodom & Gomorrah scriptures near The Plaza, and on other street corners near the downtown Pittsburgh area earlier that evening. Yes, the Christian soldiers were gathering, which meant that the Budweiser-boys weren't far behind. First things first. Tony's immediate priority was to make sure that his princess was safe. Then he could worry about rescuing his pigheaded precious one, before Stockwell's goon squad, a.k.a. police officers, raided Babylon, and cracked every skull in sight with their nightsticks.

With Justin now singing in the shower, Tony took the liberty of taking his lover's phone off the hook. He then pulled out his own cell phone, and speed-dialed Brian's number. "Hello, precious."

"Tony, where are you? You're missing a great party! Everybody's here but you!" Brian exclaimed over the music.

"It sounds like it." Tony said. "Listen Brian, I only have a few minutes. I'm over here at Justin's. I just called to tell you not to expect us this evening."

"What?" Brian's eyes narrowed. "Put Justin on the line."

"I can't. He's in the shower right now. Anyway, as I was saying, Justin and I have decided to stay in tonight. Poor baby, he's been studying so hard. You go on with your party. I'm going to stay here, and make sure Justin gets bedded….Oops, I mean make sure Justin gets to bed. Sorry, Freudian slip." Tony chuckled.

"Son-of-a-bitch, put Justin on the line!" Brian growled.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I SAID PUT JUSTIN ON THE LINE!"

"I can't hear you, Brian. We must have a bad connection. I have to go now. Justin is out of the shower, and he's dripping wet. I'd better go dry his backside for him. Enjoy your party." Tony turned off his cell phone. Yep, that ought to do it. He grinned.

With phase one of his plan now completed, Tony turned his attention to changing Justin's mind about going to Babylon tonight. This should be fairly easy. The cagey lion waited until the water in the shower had stopped, before making his move. Let's start out with a visual. Tony took off his suit jacket, then strolled over, and casually leaned against the bathroom doorway just as Justin was stepping out of the shower.

Justin looked up at his man through the wet hair that fallen down into his eyes. My, my, what a striking figure Tony posed, standing there in that crisp white shirt, and red necktie, with those sturdy arms folded across that massive chest.

"Would you like me to dry your back for you, princess?" Tony offered.

Justin didn't answer. He simply tossed the towel over to Tony, and turned around.

Tony took the thirsty cloth, and gently scuffed it through Justin's hair, before dabbing the soft fabric against the back of his young lover's neck. Now for a little audio. "Umm, you know I love you when you're moist." Tony sighed.

"Do you?" Justin blushed.

"Uh-huh." Tony kissed the back of Justin's neck, and moved his towel down the length of his back.

"Be careful, I don't want to get you wet." Justin said.

Tony turned up the bass in his voice. "You've already gotten me wet, princess," he purred.

That did it. Justin turned around into Tony's arms, and held him by his necktie while he stood on tiptoes for a kiss. Pressing his body against his lover's, he could feel the movement in Tony's trousers just before Tony scooped him up in those sturdy arms, and whisked him off to the bedroom.

Tony kicked his way through the piles of worn designer clothes on the floor, and assorted athletic shoes, until he found his way to the bed. "Remind me to hire you a cleaning lady." He joked, as he tossed his princess into the tangled sheets.

Justin rolled over to watch Tony peel the damp clothes off of his body. "I never claimed to be a great housekeeper." He stroked his cock to attention, then aimed it toward Tony.

Tony stepped out of the last of his clothes, and dived down to accept his gift. He swallowed Justin's cock in one eager slurp, then took his time, gliding his tongue up, and down the granite-like shaft.

"Oh yeah." Justin arched his back, and locked his fingers in the silver waves of Tony's hair.

"Where's your lube, baby?" Tony paused briefly to ask.

"In the nightstand." Justin pointed, then proceeded to roll over onto his side.

Tony quickly prepared himself, and assumed his position against Justin's baby soft ass. The young man let out a cry, and melted back into his lover's arms when Tony's thick dick pushed its way inside the tight little opening.

Yes, Tony had his princess exactly where he wanted him now. The older man fucked him with precision-like strokes, pulling his dick back to Justin's pink, puckered entrance, then gliding back inside just a little deeper each time. "Would you like a little bit more?" Tony toyed with his prey.

"A little bit more." Justin panted.

Tony reached around for Justin's cock. Without skipping a beat, he began working the throbbing meat. Synchronizing his hand with the movement of his hips, the skilled tactician teased his young lover with the promise of release, only to back down at the very last second. "A little bit more?" Tony asked again.

"More." Justin gasped.

Tony released Justin's cock, and shifted his position. With one quick movement, he lifted the young man's leg high in the air, and plunged even deeper into Justin's now gaping hole. "Ooooh…..god…..baby!" Tony's voice had suddenly changed.

Yes, Justin had his man exactly where he wanted him now………………………..

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Tony discretely glanced at his watch while Justin laid dozing in his arms. "We have to get to Babylon." The young man yawned.

"We have plenty of time. Take a nap first, princess." Tony stroked his fingers through Justin's hair. So far Tony's plan was working. Now if only Brian's green-eyed monster would take the bait, and rear its ugly head high enough to force him out of Babylon, and over to Justin's place before any trouble started.

"Tony…."

"Yes, princess."

"Wake me up in an hour."

"Will do." Tony kissed the top of Justin's head, and cuddled him closer.

Justin took a deep breath, and had just drifted off into slumberland when a loud noise literally shook the building. "What the fuck was that!" His eyes flew open.

"It sounded like an explosion." Tony leaped out of bed, and dashed over to the window.

Down on the street below, people were already starting to venture out to see where the loud sound came from. Emergency sirens could now be heard, and far in the distance a plume of black smoke ascended into the air.

"Oh my god." Tony gasped. "It's Babylon."

NEXT WEEK: Farewell To Farwell, pt 2

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