I went up to the balcony a few minutes before midnight. Brian joined me right as someone announced over the sound system that the Big Dick Contest was about to begin.

The bitchy Brian from earlier in the evening had been replaced by a very happy and horny Brian, no doubt a result of whatever he had snorted in his office with whom I assumed had to be his dealer. He stood behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my torso. Like an attention-starved puppy, he rubbed the side of his face on mine and nuzzled my ear with his nose. I could feel his hard cock grinding into my lower back.

"Hey Sunshine," Brian said before giving my earlobe a lick.

I hugged his arms tighter to me as I tried to focus on the night's entertainment.

The host for the contest, Belladonna, was the same drag queen who had hosted the Awesome Abs Contest the very first night I had come to Babylon with Daphne. Belladonna introduced the five contestants as they lined up on the stage with their backs to the crowd. Belladonna then instructed the men to drop their pants so she could measure them with a ruler.

"Why do they stand with their backs to us?" I asked Brian. "We can't see their dicks that way."

"We sometimes get undercover cops in here and we don't want to get slapped with public indecency charges," he explained as he reached down and started rubbing me slowly through my thin pants.

"Then how can you have the backroom, where men are always naked and fucking?" I asked before letting out a little whimper from the attention he was giving me.

"Every club on the street has one, plus there are a couple of bath houses where mendo not go to get clean. The cops don't have the manpower to raid all of us. As long as they don't hear about any prostitution or underage sex going on, they don't do anything. We try to keep it fairly tame here in the main area."

"Oh, what is this - five and an eighth?" Belladonna said to the only black guy on the stage. "Now, contestants are reminded that they must be at least six inches. That is the rule of thumb, and quite frankly, I've seen bigger thumbs."

The crowd laughed as the black guy was pushed off the stage.

"I thought black guys were notorious for having big dicks," I said.

"That's a total myth," Brian said before imitating Forrest Gump's slow southern drawl. "Dicks are like a box of chocolates - you never know what you're gonna get."

Belladonna measured the last contestant on the stage, a white guy who could not have been taller than five feet, and announced, "Ten and five sixteenths, we have a winner!"

"See what I mean?" Brian said with a chuckle. "Dude probably can't get on a rollercoaster, but he could choke a whale with that dick."

We soon made our way downstairs to the dance floor, where Brian and I started grinding to the beat of some techno house song. His hands were soon cupped firmly on my ass and his tongue was all over my jaw line and neck.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Brian said into my ear. "I'm gonna fuck you all... night... long."

I groaned in anticipation. "Really? What happened to ‘plausible deniability?'"

He answered by kissing me long and deep, nearly swallowing my tongue in the process. I could taste whisky in his mouth along with an odd bitter flavor.

"Whoa," I said as I pulled away before he swallowed me whole. "What all have you taken tonight?"

"Just a little coke, no big deal," he said before going back to my neck.

"And you've been drinking, too, right?"

"Yes, Mom, I've been drinking, too," he answered in annoyance. "So the fuck what?"

I grabbed his head and forced him to look at me. "Mixing cocaine and alcohol is really dangerous. You could have a heart attack and-"

"Christ!" Brian yelled. "Will you get off my ass?"

"I... I'm sorry," I said, seeing the possibility of me getting Brian's glorious cock up my ass that night quickly fading away.

"I mean, how the fuck have I lived this long without you lording over me?" he continued ranting.

"Brian, you know how much I care about you," I said as I put my hand on his cheek.

"Get the fuck off of me!" he yelled before shoving me away and disappearing into the crowd.

Fuck me and my big mouth.

By that point, the buzz from the alcohol I had consumed earlier had worn off, leaving me feeling tired with a slight headache. I thought about trying to find Brian, but decided not to in fear of pissing him off even more.

I claimed my coat and walked down the street to the diner. It had been snowing on and off for the last day few days and it was coming down quite heavy then. I ordered a BLT, fries, and a strawberry milkshake, eating them slowly at the counter while I worried about Brian getting home safely that night.

I was just about to call a cab to take me home when Emmett, Ted, and Blake walked in the door. I nearly cried when Emmett came over and wrapped me in one of his comforting hugs.

"Hey baby, I didn't expect to see you here," Emmett said.

"Yeah, well... better luck next time, I guess."

Emmett lightly patted my back. "I hear you. It was an unsuccessful night for me, too, after I left the backroom."

I smiled as I remembered my discovery of Hobbs. "It wasn't all bad. Quite successful, now that I think about it."

"Huh?" Emmett said as he looked at me curiously. "I thought ‘success' would have been getting Mr. You-Know-Who to take you home and finally deflower you."

I shrugged. "It'll happen eventually."

I joined the three of them at a table and distracted Emmett while Ted and Blake made goo-goo eyes at each other. Emmett invited me to stay the night as his place, which I happily accepted.

Ted dropped me and Emmett off around two AM. We went up to the third floor apartment and fell asleep on the couch while watching It's a Wonderful Life on AMC.

Michael discovered Emmett and I still asleep on the couch together the next morning and blew up in a crazed fury. Apparently, he did not like me for neither Brian nor Emmett, though Emmett assured him that he and I were only friends.

"Does your elevator not go all the way to the top, Michael?" Emmett asked. "We still have our clothes on, for the love of Liza!"

Michael didn't care, not wanting me to spend another minute in their apartment. He gave me a ride home in his Toyota Corolla, his hatred for me nearly boiling over.

"How's the baby?" I asked as we rode along the snowy streets.

"Fine," he practically barked in response.

Michael stopped in front of my house. As I was getting out of the car he said to me, "Do me a favor and leave my friends alone, okay? Especially Brian; he doesn't need you interfering in his life anymore."

I chuckled before saying, "First of all Michael, I will do whatever the fuck I want. Secondly, Brian will definitely do whatever the fuck he wants, and if what he wants to fuck is me, then it's none of your fucking business."

I slammed the door and walked up the driveway, not even thanking Michael for the ride.

The rest of the next three days went by in a rather boring blur of sitting around, watching TV, reading Brian's novel Step Out of the Ordinary for the third time, and jerking off. I worked the morning shift at the diner on Sunday, hoping Brian would show up, but he never did.

Tuesday finally rolled around, which was the first day I was allowed to come back to school after my suspension from the fight with Hobbs. That was also the day that Brian was to have his meeting with the school board to see if his own suspension would be lifted.

My mother had received a phone call from a school board secretary the day before requesting that she and I attend Brian's meeting, since I was of course involved with the incident that resulted in Brian's suspension. I was called to the office shortly before 10 AM and was instructed to go to a classroom down the hall.

I walked into the classroom, which apparently did not normally have a class held in it during that period. I saw eight unfamiliar people sitting at the desks, which I was told were members of the school board, along with Dr. Perkins. Chris Hobbs, Brian, and my mother were there. Hobbs's parents, who I recognized as members of our country club, were also there along with a man I assumed was Brian's lawyer. I sat down at a desk beside my mother.

"Alright, it appears that all interested parties are present," Dr. Perkins said from his place at a podium at the front of the room before beginning to read a piece of paper in front of him.

"We are all here concerning an incident that occurred on Monday, November 20th at approximately three PM here at St. James Academy. On that date and time, students Justin Taylor and Christopher Hobbs, both of which are seventeen year-old seniors, got into a physical dispute in the hallway outside the school auditorium. Brian Kinney, a full-time English instructor here at St. James since 1994, broke up the fight by physically pulling Christopher off of Justin and placing him in some sort of headlock. Another instructor, Lindsay Peterson, saw Mr. Kinney with his hands on Christopher and told him to let Christopher go, which Mr. Kinney did. I immediately suspended Mr. Kinney with pay until the incident could be reviewed by this board.

"As is stated in Article 3, Section 5, Paragraph 4 of the 2000-2001 St. James Academy Instructor Handbook, which Mr. Kinney acknowledged having received and read at the beginning of the school year, instructors are prohibited from getting between fighting students unless he or she believes it is absolutely necessary to prevent serious injury.

"Mr. Kinney, in explaining his actions on November 20th, said that he believed Justin was in danger of serious injury, as Christopher was observed by Mr. Kinney straddling Justin on the floor and having his hands around Justin's throat. It is up to the board today to determine whether Mr. Kinney's actions were warranted and whether his suspension from his duties as an instructor at St. James Academy should be lifted. If this nine-member Board decides in a majority vote that Mr. Kinney's suspension should not be lifted, Mr. Kinney will therefore be terminated."

It took everything in my power not to burst into tears and/or throw up.

Brian was first asked to stand at the podium and tell his side of the story. He kept it fairly short and sweet, saying that he had been inside the auditorium when he heard shouting out in the hallway and found Hobbs straddling me with his hands around my throat. Seeing a student in danger, Brian said that he grabbed Hobbs under his arms and pulled him off of me, admitting that he may have held Hobbs a little too long before Lindsay told him to let him go. He realized afterwards that what he had done could have gotten him in serious trouble, but he did not regret it.

"I would not have been able to live with myself if I hadn't done something to prevent one of my students from getting seriously injured on my watch," Brian told the board, glancing at me for a moment.

I was asked, along with my mother, to stand at the podium next. Dr. Perkins asked me to tell everyone what had happened, emphasizing that I not leave out any details.

I decided that I may as well tell the whole ugly truth in a speech I had been rehearsing for the past day.

"Chris and I have been having problems since March of this year. You see, he discovered during a party that he and I both attended during Spring Break that I'm gay. Since then, Chris has been very disrespectful to me, calling me derogatory names and going out of his way to make my life here at school miserable. I made the mistake of not letting my parents or anyone at school know of what had been going on.

"Last Monday, Chris and some of his friends saw me in the hallway as I was going to the auditorium for a Christmas play rehearsal. I was going to be the stage manager and Mr. Kinney was directing. Chris started yelling in my face, making fun of how I like Shakespeare."

I looked directly at Brian as I said, "Chris told me that Mr. Kinney and I were a couple of Shakespeare-loving faggots."

Brian's eyebrows went up in surprise. I knew he kept his sexuality very guarded at school, but it wasn't as if I had just outed him; I was only quoting Hobbs, and hopefully no one thought that what Hobbs had said was true. Hobbs himself didn't even know for a fact that Brian was actually gay.

"I snapped, finally deciding that I could not take his abuse anymore and would not tolerate him saying disrespectful things about Mr. Kinney, whom I greatly respect. I shoved Chris and told him to shut up. Chris punched me in my eye - you can probably still see the bruise - and tackled me to the floor. He then put his hands around my neck and told me he was going to kill me. His friends were cheering him on and did nothing to stop him. I thought I was going to black out before Mr. Kinney pulled Chris off of me. I fully admit that shoving Chris like I did was wrong, but he could have seriously hurt me. If Mr. Kinney hadn't been there to stop him, Chris might have actually choked me to death, for all I know. He's certainly strong enough to do it if he wanted to and I'm not strong enough to fight him off."  

A few of the board members asked me some follow-up questions, but nothing much else was garnered.

Next, Hobbs and his parents were asked to go to the podium for Hobbs to tell his side. He admitted that everything I had said was true - he had been tormenting me for the past several months because I was gay, which ultimately led up to our fight. He also admitted to calling me and Mr. Kinney faggots, punching me, and choking me.

Hobbs then did exactly what we agreed he would do after I had discovered him in the backroom.

"If I may, I would just like to apologize to Justin for everything I've done to him lately," Hobbs said. "Justin is actually a really nice, smart guy and he does not deserve the hell I've put him through. Now that we're both back at school after being suspended for our fight, I promise that I will be nothing but respectful to him from now on. Also, I ask the board to please bring back Mr. Kinney."

"Chris!" his father snarled at him.

Hobbs ignored him as he continued, "I'm actually glad that he was there to stop me before I really did hurt Justin. I've always had an anger problem; if you look at my student record, you'll see that this is not the first fight I've been in at school. I was almost kicked off of the football team on two different occasions because of several ‘unnecessary roughness' calls."

Hobbs finished his little spiel by saying, "Anyway, Mr. Kinney is a great teacher and he should not lose his job because of this. It would be a huge loss to St. James if he were fired because of my actions."

I looked over at Brian, who had his mouth hanging open in astonishment.

If only he knew that he had me to thank.