Fabulous Girlfriends

The “Best Jockstrap in Town” contest was finally coming to an end. Brian wasn’t surprised when one of his past tricks, a volunteer fireman named Marco won. The man had a cock that was over 9 ½ inches long and thick enough to have made him whimper that night. Brian didn’t bottom often enough because he truly enjoyed topping but now and then…now and then he was a size queen like all the rest. When it was over, it left him hurting, sated and pleased. That would satisfy his bottoming need for a good while until the next time the urge came back again.

He had recently moved back to Pittsburgh. He had graduated top of his class and now, employed at The Ryder Agency, he was earning good money because he was damn good. His boss Ryder was no fool. He now had his own apartment, money and the ability to do whatever he wanted with no one interfering.

He kept his parents at arm’s length and his best friend Mikey near by. It was all he needed for the time being. Brian had big plans for his life. However, none of them involved his homophobic abusive father or his cold-hearted mother.

Brian's vision had a glazed cast that dimmed his view just slightly. He wasn't sure if that last shot of tequila was a good idea.

"I bet they are filling the 1800 bottle with some of that cheap shit that Ricky buys at the discount liquor store next to the Big Q." Brian said to himself. He took a deep breath and smiled. He pinched the bridge of his nose. His cock still ached. The guy who sucked him off was a bit too eager and not very skilled.

Brian had to smack the kid lightly on the head and remind him that there was a fucking body attached to those 8 inches of meat. Brian was sure the kid was probably not even old enough to be on his knees in the backroom of Babylon. It was funny how young fags were coming out and doing the deed.

Brian looked at the exit and he could feel the room spinning on him. It was going to be the longest walk of his life. "Oh shit ... I'm toasted. Mikey fucking left too."

Brian licked his lips. He headed toward the front door of the club. He saw the bouncer.

“You want a cab Brian?”

Brian winked at Frank. “I’m all right. I just need some air.”

It was hot outside. The summer was kicking’ in full force this year. He really didn't like the summer.

"Oh fuck ... I think that shot is coming up." Brian continued to talk to himself. He walked as gracefully but as quickly as possible around the corner of the club into the alleyway.

After puking up his last 3 beers and that last evil shot of tequila Brian finally raised his head and placed his forehead against the brick wall in front of him. "I hate this," was all he could think of at the moment. He looked down to make sure he didn't get vomit on his expensive shoes or his CK jeans.

"Well looks like Brian Kinney had too much to drink...,” a voice said behind him.

Brian cringed. He hated to be caught off guard and not at his best. He was trying to build a reputation in Babylon.

"Yeah...whatever. Leave me the fuck alone...can't a guy fucking puke in peace?” Brian snapped back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He reached into his pocket for a lifesaver and a cigarette.

"Let me give you a ride home man ... we never finished that one date that night ... we can make up for it tonight." Stephen said and reached over to grab Brian by the arm.

"Whoa ... are you fucking insane grabbing me! There was a reason I didn’t fucking stay at your place that night too. How about because you’re a fucking psycho faggot and I don’t need that shit.”

Stephen got closer. “I’m hurt. I thought we had so much in common. I remember you from school and I remember those bruises your daddy used to give you. My dad did the same to me and lo behold that we both turned out to be fags.”

“Yeah, but I don’t go around smacking fags around to get my kicks. Granted, my father did a number on me too but you’re definitely fucked up. Now, get the fuck away from me," Brian said.

He moved to walk away. But he felt a bit dizzy immediately. "Shit" he thought to himself ... he really was feeling like shit. I think that last drink had something more than tequila in it.

Brian began to wonder why he was feeling so bad. He looked up at Stephen ... a good-looking fag with a nice ass, but a bit too violent for his tastes. Bad child rearing affected Stephen a lot more than the guy was willing to admit.

“You saw me in the club didn’t you?”

"Come on Brian ... lets go to my place. I just want a second chance man? I’m really a nice guy. I heard about your job with Ryder. I got hired by Williams and Lefkowitz this spring. It’s one of the best firms in Pittsburgh." Stephen said, as he grabbed Brian again.

"You will need a fucking lawyer if you don’t get off me, you fuck. I'll bet you fucking slipped something in my drink, you asshole. I never get this fucked up with a few shots and beer!" Brian raged. He had been busy watching the contest and watching Marco win. He had left the drink behind him on the bar. He could kick himself because he knew better.

Brian felt Stephen grab him and push him against the dirty brick wall where they were standing. Stephen's mouth clamped itself onto Brian's neck.

Brian's head was wracked with a dizzy spell that wouldn’t go away. He seemed unable to control the muscles in his arms to push the well-built creep away.

"What in Georgia peaches is going on here? Get off that guy!"

Brian heard the other voice. Whether it was male he wasn't exactly sure. The lisp attached to it was frightening. But it was someone saving his ass nevertheless.

Stephen turned and said, "Mind your fucking business Queenie..."

Brian could barely see straight, but he heard the nelly gasp first then he heard the guy say, "Ok now I have to get ugly."

The next sound was the one of Stephen screaming. "My eyes! My eyes!"

"Grandma gave me pepper spray for Xmas one year. I never leave home without it." He said rather proud of himself.

Brian wasn't sure if he wanted his savior to help him any further and tried to sneak away. He took another deep breath. He started an infamous drunken mantra in his head. "I must sober up, I must sober up."

However, his mind wasn't very good at convincing his body, and he started throw up again.

"Oh my, you're quite a mess. I'm Emmett, by the way. I am the newest Southern belle in Pittsburgh. I know you. Well, I mean the last trick I had knew you. He spoke about you the entire night unfortunately."

Brian took deep breaths, and his hurling stopped. He felt a perfumed handkerchief wiping his face and mouth. Brian nodded and in a rugged voice finally spoke up. "Thanks. Now go away."

"You're not very friendly are you? Let me help you..." Emmett said and put his arm around Brian's body. "Oh wow, you sure are a looker. Oh boy, this city sure does make good looking fags."

"I’m not going to fuck you. I like someone a bit more…butch.”

Emmett stopped dead in his tracks. They were standing just outside of the alleyway facing the infamous Liberty Avenue.

Brian took another deep breath and looked at his helper. "You're nice looking, and I appreciate your help, but if you're doing this because you want me to fuck you, you're out of luck. I don’t mean any offense of course…you’re just not my type. "

Emmett smiled, "Oh sugar, I didn't save your ass 'cause I want to get fucked by you. I mean ...why would I want to get fucked by the village tramp? Even I have more distinguished taste than that. I saved your ass 'cause I'm new in town, I need a job, and I don’t have a ride home. Your cock had nothing to do with it."

"Shit ... you’re not kidding me?" Brian asked, groaning as he was helped into the passenger side of the Jeep.

"My dear Brian... and that is your name correct? I was told that you are the newly back in town Brian Kinney and the young reigning prince of Babylon? We shall start this new friendship with this stance. I would never ever lie to you about wanting to get fucked by you. That sugar plum fairy of mine... I swear upon my honor as a Southern gentleman." Emmett got in the driver's seat.

Brian wanted to nod but his head started to throb. He was speechless. However, he was sure it was the alcohol and fucking drug that Stephen put in his drink. Some weird Southern fag with a major lisp could never outsmart him. Brian wanted to escape but he couldn't. He was too fucked up to do anything but allow Florence Nightingale to save him tonight.

"Oh wow, I never drove a Jeep so this is going to be so much fun! I hope I can do this and not get us killed!" Emmett let out a giggle and clapped his hands.

"If you swear never to tell anyone about this night, I will get you a job, and find you an apartment. I know people and people owe me favors. Understand?" Brian said. His voice was returning but it was barely a whisper.

His head lolled on his neck against the seat.

"I'm not very business-smart ... but I like working with people ... and maybe something in the fashion industry! I could possible get a job as a designer or something? I have great gay fashion taste." Emmett said and turned on the car.

Brian opened one eye to take a look at his new friend’s outfit. The pants were pink and vinyl. The shirt was yellow with pink flowers on them and so tight the nelly’s nipples were sticking straight out and highly visible. "Oh shit. I can forget asking Roberto to give him that job at the Armani boutique." Brian thought to himself before closing his eyes.

"That’s right honey; you close your eyes. This will be our little secret. We might not end up great friends, but we are sure going to be fabulous GIRLFRIENDS!" Emmett said with a shriek and screeched out of the parking lot.

The End

2001 and 2002 (c) by Hephaestion