"On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale." - Alexander Pope


Brian Gets an Unexpected Surprise

"It will be a pleasure working with you Mr. Jacobsen. I know our agency can meet your needs with ease and confidence."

"I'm sure of it Mr. Kinney, and the pleasure will be mine. That was the best damn presentation I've seen in a long time, and I've been around this town for quite a while."

"Not that many from where I'm sitting *smirk* and I thank you for the compliment, we strive to the absolute best and cater to our clients desires."

"Is that so Mr. Kinney? Then perhaps, if I may be so bold, to ask what does someone do in this town to have some fun."

"You may be as bold as you desire, I certainly hold nothing back, when the situation calls for it. And it sounds like you have something in mind from that knowing tone you're using."

"Too right you are Mr. Kinney…How should I say this?"

"I find the direct approach, no bullshit or mincing words usually works the best."

"No doubt you do, especially based on everything I've seen you and your company do. Very well, I'll come out and say it. I've heard of a newer club in town that I have yet to go to… I was hoping you'd heard of it, the Achilles?"

If Brian wasn't the self-assured, confident, no holds barred man he was he would have certainly choked at that. He didn't see that one coming… and he always prided himself on his gaydar.

"I have heard of it, been there a couple of times, as well, but, and I find myself confessing this, I did not peg you as the Achilles type of person."

"Well Mr. Kinney, in this world, especially in this business, if the package sells, then why correct anyone's assumptions. Not that I'm not proud to be a gay man, but in this cut-throat business, especially in advertising and fashion, looks and perception are everything. Not to mention it doesn't hurt if the competition thinks they can bribe me into selling out. Obviously it hasn't worked yet, but not for lack of trying. They're all completely confused at how I keep rejecting offers and promises. That being said, I'm assuming I have your word, Mr. Kinney that this doesn't go outside this room."

"Absolutely Mr. Jacobsen. I am an out and proud gay man, but it's not something I mention without being asked. And for primarily the same reasons. I used to tell my friend it's not lying if they make you lie. Now that may not work for some people, but in our business, I don't consider it lying, either, just omitting the truth to survive and get ahead in this ruthless industry. Now that being said, I think if we're going to be sharing this information and heading to the Achilles this evening, I insist that you call me Brian."

"Very well, Brian, and please call me Daniel. I hope we will have some time to change into something more appropriate? Or is this a suit and tie kind of place."

"Well, suits and ties aren't out of the ordinary, but I'm assuming you don't want to go just for the food [they both chuckle and smirk at this]. I didn't think so, yes we can both change. Do you have something appropriate?"

"I didn't know what my activities would include while in town, but I was hoping to go exploring, so I do have something I think is appropriate, even for a gay man my age."

"Perfect, since you look as young as I do, we'll both just assume were closer to 30 than anything else, and go get ready for a night that I can promise you'll remember. I've been many places, seen many things, and done more than both of those, and the Achilles certainly takes what they do to a new level. The food is some of the best you'll ever have and the entertainment is not easily topped anywhere, and I mean that in the loosest sense of the word, no pun intended on that one. They do provide absolutely everything a gay man could want for a night on the town all in one place."

"It sounds like you know the place rather well, and it sounds like heaven for an out of towner who wants something better than what I find on my own."

"I have gone there a few times, it's pricey, not expensive, and you definitely get your money's worth, but under normal circumstances, why pay if you don't need to. I do have a couple of clients that prefer the Achilles over anything else. One of them prefers their private rooms, where nothing or anything can happen. You can get truly up close and personal with any number of their boys. I've been known to partake every once in a while if the mood strikes. The men in the private rooms are usually better and more talented than those on the main floor, and I'll warn you now that I have no problems with exhibition, and if the mood does strike, it won't matter to me how else is watching."

"Maybe I'm in over my head here, but it sounds too unique and fun to pass on. You're not my usual type, but I certainly won't turn down just because you might be indulging in the temptations offered. I've been known to get lost in the moment regardless of others watching. I believe it's time we went to our perspective homes and got ready for a promising evening."

"Did you rent a car, or take a cab over here?"

"I took a cab… there's no way I'd try and find my way through this city on my own. I may live in the state, but I'll leave the city life for others. Why do you ask?"

"Well I do have a car, and I know how to maneuver this city very well. If you want a ride to your hotel and then to and from the club, I would ask that you wait in my office, and I'll go grab a change of clothes and we can change at your hotel… don't the wrong idea, I'm not trying to hit on you, if I was you'd know it."

"Of that I have no doubt Brian. And I would be more than happy to accept a ride, maybe you could tell me more of your company and what inspired the changes."

"Very well then; I'll be right back."

With that Brian made his way upstairs to his top floor loft to grab his change of clothes that he knew would work. He didn't need to impress Daniel, and he wasn't trying to fuck the man… although he wouldn't have objected should the offer be made. Daniel wasn't his usual type either. He was a bit shorter than Brian, blond hair that was starting to gray, but it wasn't noticeable, and dark blue eyes. Yeah, not his usual type, at all. Only one person fit that type that he would ever… well, he hated when he remembered that short part of his life. Not even a year, and he had still been miserable. He had to get out of that town, away from everyone that was holding him back, keeping him in the little square ass-hole box that they liked him in. And he needed his own life. He was young, too young to be in love, to know what that was. He needed to be on his own, learn about life and love, have falls and the ability to get back up on his own without anyone telling him what to do or how to get there.

Yep, only one short, blond, blue eyed man would ever wind up in his bed again, or not. Definitely not. Kid was probably older, hopefully wiser, hopefully successful, but he knew he would be. He had a gift, a talent, he knew the kid would be a big, fat, fucking success one day. He didn't ask about him when he called back home or visited. Didn't want to know, didn't need to know, didn't matter anyway. And no, that's not the reason he never, ever picked a blond twink now. He didn't want the adoration, the stalker, the follower, someone hanging on absolutely everything he did or said, he didn't want the worship every single day.

Okay, fine since he's learned and experienced enough to be honest with himself. He supposes he can admit that he had thought of… Justin… now and again. He didn't really mind be followed or worshipped, for an annoying little twink, the kid could talk your ear off, but he was smart, wicked funny, had a great cock… and that ass… and his mouth. Almost 6 years Brian has been in New York, and he had yet to find a trick that was able to suck, rim or be fucked as much as Justin had. Brain knew he had one hell of a stamina, but no one but that kid could keep up with him. He once told Mikey that he almost wore him out. And there was once or twice, not that he ever told anyone, that Justin even outlasted Brian. Although Brian was sure the kid hadn't picked up on it, as he took that time to show Justin how to improve his sucking technique, by demonstrating it, twice. And it had nothing to do with the fact that Justin had the stamina of a teenager or the fact that Brian thought Justin tasted better than any fuck he had ever had.

Brian packed his change of clothes in his garment bag, grabbed his bag of toiletries he kept for travel, and made sure he had packets of lube and condoms. He may not fuck Daniel, but that didn't mean that he couldn't find someone else. He meant what he said about not being quiet or hidden when he fucked. He didn't trick even close to what he did in the Pitts. But he knew that was because he had his own business to run and his own clients to find, while advertising his own business. It had nothing to do with not being able to find enough fuckable tricks, or the fact that the bars and clubs here just didn't do it for him like Babylon and Woody's. He didn't really miss them; he did miss Gus, but saw him whenever he could make the trip. He didn't miss the hunt either, although here he wasn't the predator he was in the Pitts… this is New York, and there are for more predators here than should be in one place.

As they drove to the Four Seasons (he had to compliment Daniel on his hotel choice) Brian filled Daniel on about his coming to New York, the position he wanted and got, the family he left behind, but saw when he could, and talked to as well (minus the mention of a particular blond with that perfect little bubble butt). How after working there for a few years decided to branch out and become his own agency. It was a lot of work, but he was able to bring his best people with him, finally had Cynthia back with him (she couldn't come to Kennedy & Collins), and started Kinney & Perkins Advertising a little over a year ago. He promoted Cynthia to partner, hence the Perkins, she loved it, and deserved it for coming to him. He needed the best to set up his agency, which oddly enough, included Ted. He didn't tell Daniel all the sordid details with that, but did mention that Ted was the best damn accountant ever, and if Daniel ever mentioned that he'd rip his balls off and deny it emphatically.

Brian and Daniel took turns taking showers and changing into more appropriate club attire. Brian had chosen a pair of very snug, perfectly tailored black Armani jeans, along with a long sleeve black, button down, silk Carvali shirt. He had brought his favorite black leather jacket and his black Gucci boots. He knew he looked hot, and from the way Daniel was checking him out, it was pretty damned hot. Not that Daniel was anything to scoff at, with his dark blue denim Prada jeans, white button down silk Carvali shirt, black Dolce boots, and leather jacket. Clearly, while they stated they weren't each other's types, they didn't mind looking and appreciating either. Brian couldn't help but think how hot Justin would have looked (okay, fine, how much hotter) had he worn designer fashions like these. Fuck! He cursed his thoughts for turning back to thinking about a man, no, kid, that he hadn't thought about that often till now.

They arrived at Achilles around 8pm and enjoyed a delicious dinner and made their way to the bar for a drink each while admiring the pert butts, impressive packages and lithe bodies dancing on the stages. And some of the other clientele wasn't half bad either. But Brian knew that Daniel wanted something a bit more private, maybe more to his personal entertainment, so he decided to check out a private room. The Eros room had an opening in 30 minutes from when he asked. Brian had requested two dancers, even though the room normally had only one. Not that he didn't want to share, but if the dancer didn't want to perform certain services, then Brian wanted to make sure there was at least one professional to take care of the hard on he had had ever since thinking about that stupid blond twink back in the Pitts.

Brian was surprised by the strippers this evening, normally they were obviously men, in leather, thongs, jock-straps, the occasional sequin or fringe, but nothing over the top. Tonight, though, was interesting, it seems that it was the anniversary of some famous queens retirement so every year all the strippers and servers dressed in drag queen garb. This should be interesting, since it seemed that even the private dancers they would be enjoying later would be dressed in such costumes. Brian didn't go for drag queens (he barely tolerated Emmett on a normal day, without make-up) or trannies or any gay man pretending to be something they are not. But tonight, while he didn't quite appreciate it, he would tolerate and respect it.

These were still gay men, and these were still trying times and if they wanted to honor a drag queen that was out and proud, then who was he as a fellow gay man (trying to make his way in his own business in the Big Apple) to deny them this opportunity. As long as the queen that would be stripping for them, actually stripped and he got to see a cock and got his cock at least sucked, then the evening would be well worth it. Brian meant it when he said he hadn't been there that often, but any sexual services given or received in the private rooms were offered by those who could out perform any random trick, so at least Brian would get something better than normal… maybe as good as Jus… fuck! He needed to get his dick sucked so he would stop thinking about that fucking twinkie.

Finally Brian and Daniel were being taken to the Eros room… which was only lit from the back of the room. The small stage, with one pole, was completely dark, but the room was small enough and there was just enough light that you could see two figures standing on the stage. Both with their backs turned, one in white, one in black, both with their heads down. Once his eyes adjusted Brian could easily see both figures. His eyes went right to the man in black, who looked like he had dark skin, who was on the further side, and apparently had held Daniel's eyes captive. He was impressive, and wondered if his front was equally impressive. Then Brian's eyes glanced at the man in white (in front of him, on "his side" of the room) and his eyes and body froze, for a moment, on the most perfect ass he had ever seen, well, since…holy shit, they looked so fucking similar.

And he was apparently short and blond, well at least the wig was blond. He wasn't sure who they were impersonating, but if he had to guess, the blond was Marilyn Monroe, in her infamous white halter dress with the pleated skirt, low, low back and white heels…this man had great legs and… that neck… oh yeah, he could picture nibbling and sucking on it, if his front was anything like the back… Brian was in for one hell of a night. Daniel's man in black seemed either Diana Ross or Tina Turner, the hair looked more Tina than Diana. The small colored lights above the stage were coming on and gradually becoming brighter… Brian could now tell that "Tina" was black, but more of a dark café au lait, than black coffee, with great legs and arms… not quite drag queen legs and arms, but they wouldn't be in clothes for long. However, Brian kept finding his eyes going back to his blond… the blond, not his blond, although he was on his side, that's what Brian meant.

The blond's legs, back, arms, neck, and that ass… shit, if they can move half as well as they looked. The beat of the music started.

I'm taking a moment just imagining that I'm dancing with you

I'm your pole and all you're wearing is your shoes

You got soul, you know what to do to turn me on

Until I write a song about you

And you have your own engaging style

And you've got the knack to vivify

And you make my slacks a little tight

You may unfasten them if you like

That's if you crash and spend the night

Brian and Daniel slowly (but without moving their eyes) sat in their surprisingly comfortable leather lounge chairs. Then the two men on stage started moving at the same moment, matching their movements, swinging their hips gently, but thrusting in time with the music. Holy fucking shit… this was one hell of a way to spend his evening. This blond was fucking incredible, the way he moved, swung his hips, grinded to the pole.

But you don't fold, you don't fade

You got everything you need, especially me

Sister, you've got it all

You make the call to make my day

In your message say my name

Your talk is all the talk

Sister, you've got it all

You got it all

Then the men moved closer together and started grinding against each other and moving their hips in tandem. The man in black held on to the man in white by the hips while Blondie swung his head back and forth a bit, seductively, leaned back enough to grab on to the pole with one hand, then slowly did the splits down to the floor. "Tina" then moved over to Blondie to slowly pulled off his dress while he looked like he was practically fucking against the pole.

Curl your upper lip up and let me look around

Ride your tongue along your bottom lip then bite down

And bend your back and ask those hips if I can touch

'Cause they're the perfect jumping off point

Getting closer to your butterfly

Will you float on by?

Oh, kiss me with your eyelashes tonight

Or Eskimo your nose real close to mine

And let's mood the lights and finally make it right

Then they switched positions, looking sensual and fucking hot together. Then Blondie took off "Tina's" dress in the same fashion, while he rubbed around the back of the "Tina."

They both took turns dancing around the pole, swinging around it, shaking their asses, holding on and grinding on each other, facing each other, then chest to back. Brian and Daniel both had raging hard-ons watching such a seductive, erotic, sex filled dance in front of them.

But you don't fold, you don't fade

You got everything you need, especially me

Sister, you've got it all

You make the call to make my day

In your message say my name

Your talk is all the talk

Sister, you've got it all

You got it all, you got it all, you got it all

You got it all, you got it all, you got it all

You got it all, woo, hey baby, uh

You've got it all

All the muscles exposed of two perfect male specimens in front of them for their sole pleasure. "Tina" had more of a 6 pack than Blondie, but he was ripped enough to certainly appreciate that both of these men spent time and energy on looking good. And when either one turned to face their captive (and practically drooling – but they wouldn't admit it) audience, briefly before facing the other or backwards, their impressive packages were on display under their jock straps.

Doll, I need to see you pull your knee socks up

Let me feel you upside down, slide in, slide out

Slide over here, climb into my mouth now child

Butterfly well you landed on my mind

Damn right you landed on my ear and then you crawled inside

And now I see you perfectly behind closed eyes

I want to fly with you and I don't want to lie to you

'Cause I, 'cause I can't recall a better day

So I'm coming to shine on the occasion

You're an open-minded lady, you've got it all

And I never forget a face

Except for maybe my own, I have my days

And let's face the fact here, child

It's you who's got it all

Blondie had a black jock strap and "Tina" had a white jock strap, the contrast was breathtaking. And the obvious sizeable cock and balls both men had were indeed impressive.

As the music started to die down, the men finished by swinging twice around the pole, in turns, but perfectly executed, and ended in each other arms, slight erections perfectly aligned, arms wrapped around each other, dark and light, almost the same height, faces turned in to each other's neck. An embrace that was not only erotic and sexy as fuck, but so tender and (dare Brian think it) loving that Brian almost wished for something a little more than this one night, undoubtedly incredible, fuck.

You know that fortune favors the brave

Well let me get paid while I make your breakfast

The rest is up to you, girl you make the call

You make the call to make my day

In your message say my name

Your talk is all the talk

Sister, you've got it all

I can't recall a better day

So I'm coming to shine on the occasion

Hey sophisticated lady, oh you got it all

You got it all, you got it all

You got it all, you got it all, you got it all

Both men in their chairs were breathless, breathing hard, fully and completely erect, desperate for something more than just their hands right now, but neither wanted the other, they wanted what was on the stage. Daniel wasn't surprised by his reaction, this is exactly the kind of man he normally went for (regardless of costume) and couldn't believe his luck in watching the best lap dance of his life, whatever happened next he would always remember as one incredible night. Brian, on the other hand, had never wanted a blond, not since the Pitts, and this blond was not that blond. Brian almost wished, if only, but no, he couldn't think that way. Maybe this blond would be the way to make Brian truly put Justin behind him, forget him, move on, not compare every fuck he'd ever had to that kid. Not that blond twinks were ever his type, but now he wouldn't have to avoid them.

The men on stage released each other from their embrace and smiled at each other. Job well done they both knew. They were very aware of the reaction they always garnered, when it was requested that two men would perform, they did what they do, perform together. They were gay men, and could appreciate the male form, but neither were remotely interested in the other, they knew why they were there, now they just had to face the music, so to speak, and see what type of men had paid for their services, and what services they would undoubtedly be serving after their performance.

Both men turned to face the men in their chairs. Daniel was grinning from ear to ear, "Tina" was a beautiful black man with a body almost his size, and hopefully could suck cock as well as he danced, although Daniel wouldn't be opposed to that impressive cock up his ass, that might be too intimate for the moment and circumstance. Both Daniel and "Tina" then noticed their companions, who had suddenly frozen, completely, and not just one of them, both of them. Then two whispered names echoed throughout the room out of the mouths of two very stunned, surprised, shocked and flummoxed men who knew exactly who the other was.

"Brian?"

"Justin?"