Bull of the Woods

Brandon continued to solidify his position as Babylon's new bull of the woods by conquering every hott guy that came through its doors. Babylon's former stud wasn't giving up without a fight though. Brian and Brandon were now tied neck, and neck in their unofficial battle. For every man Brandon fucked, Brian had already been there, and vice versa. Michael sat on the sofa and watched as Brian modeled his third outfit.

"What about this?" Brian turned around to offer his friend a better look.

"It's fine, just like the last two." Michael said wearily. "Will you hurry up? I promised Ben I'd be home early tonight."

"Since when do you have a curfew? I thought the two of you were just dating now, and getting to know each other again. That's soooo hetero of you, Mikey." Brian hurried off to the bedroom.

"Maybe that's what YOU should be doing instead of playing notch on the bedpost with Brandon." Michael called to him.

"How does this one look?" Brian came out with yet another shirt.

"It looks fine!" Michael said again.

"Ha! I'll bet no one is siding against me now, not after the twins last night. That was so hott, the whole backroom stopped to watch. You should have seen the expression on Brandon's face. He was practically drooling." Brian tried on the new garment.

"Brian don't you think this game you're playing with Brandon is getting out of hand?" Michael cautiously suggested.

"How does this look?" Brian made another turn in front of the mirror.

"You're not a kid anymore, you're 35years old." Michael reminded him.

"I'm 34.' Brian corrected him.

"Why are you competing with 25 year olds?"

"Is that how old Brandon is?"

"He's not even listening to me." Michael threw his hands up in frustration. "Who cares how old Brandon is, you're missing my point! Why are you out there competing for bull of the woods at all?"

"Because I can!" Brian stopped dressing to say. "What do you expect me to do, Michael, sit back and let some little bitch strut into town, and retire me to the old queen's home? I don't think so."

"No one is asking you to retire, I'm only asking you to act your age." Michael said.

"You mean like Tony?"

"Who?"

"Nobody said anything when Tony went after Justin, and he's twice my age."

"He is not." Michael corrected him. "And from what I heard it was Justin who pursued Tony because you were doing exactly the same thing that you're doing now, trying to fuck everything that moves like it was the end of the world."

"Look around you, Michael, it is the end of the world. This is all that we have." Brian said.

"Maybe it's all that YOU have, but it's not all that I have. If you want to spend your life doing tricks in backrooms that's your business, but count me out. I'm going home." Michael stood to leave.

"Going home?" Brian laughed. "Going home to what, an HIV infected boyfriend who could drop dead on you at any minute, and his equally infected delinquent kid who just until a few weeks ago turned tricks for a living? Is that your idea of the American dream, Michael?"

Michael paused at the door. "There's more future in loving someone like Ben than there is in what you're doing," he said. "There's nothing sadder than a washed up club boy, and that's what you've become, Brian, an over-the-hill, washed up club boy."

"Get out!" Brian barked.

"My pleasure, and from now on you can call someone else to haul your drunk ass around." Michael slammed the loft door shut behind him.

Brandon was already making his way out of the backroom when Brian arrived at Babylon. He smiled when he saw the old stud leaning against his spot at the bar. Brandon casually strolled over. "Excuse me, but I was here. This is my drink." He pointed to the half filled glass on the counter.

"You move, you lose." Brian eased the glass away.

Brandon pulled the glass back, and squeezed into the spot with Brian. Curious eyes took note as the two bulls stood practically nose to nose.

"What is your problem?" Brandon hissed.

You're my problem." Brian said. "You think you can just breeze into town, and stake your claim on my spot? I've been coming here for …"

"For how long?" Brandon interrupted him. "Ten, fifteen, twenty years? Exactly how old are you anyway, thirty, forty?"

"Fuck you."

"I'm sure you'd like that. Unfortunately, I don't do old." Brandon smiled. "Why don't you go home to your partner, Brian? Surely after all this time you must have found someone. If not, I hear there's a new gentleman's tea room down the street. There must be lots of guys your age there."

"Let's keep it civil boys!" Dex the bartender sensed trouble.

Brian lowered his voice. "You miserable, over gelled, Nancy-come-lately," he growled. "You fall into MY town, fuck a few twinks, and now you think you're bull of the woods. Well let me tell you something sweet-pea. Long before 'Boy Toy', 'Pistol', or 'Meat Hook', there was 'Babylon', the ONLY place in town where the most beautiful boys came to party, and I fucked them all, unlike these mediocre, tweaked-out crystal-queens that you've been servicing."

"Is that right?" Brandon moved closer.

"That's right." Brian stood his ground.

"Gentlemen, I'm going to ask you to take your discussion outside!" Dex gave his final warning, as nearby patrons began to gather around.

Brandon backed away, and finished the remainder of his drink. "I have an idea that could bring this stalemate to an end," he said. "Why don't we put our dicks where our mouths are?"

"Who did you have in mind?" Brian smiled.

"It's not WHO I have in mind, it's WHAT I have in mind," Brandon said. "I propose that we bring this dispute to a close with one final challenge."

"Challenge? What kind of challenge?" Brian asked.

"A catfight."

"Catfight?"

"We each have one week to hunt down the hottest guy in Pittsburgh. We'll bring him to Babylon next Saturday night for judging. The winner gets to have his way with the loser." Brandon threw down the gauntlet.

"And who would do the judging?" Brian asked.

"We'll let Babylon do the judging." Brandon turned to the bartender. "Dex seems trustworthy enough. We'll let him take a secret ballot. Whichever date turns the most heads, and receives the most votes is the winner."

"It sounds amusing, but I don't do dates." Brian said nonchalantly.

"What's the matter, old man, are you afraid you can't pull them like you used to?" Brandon smirked.

"Well now, since you put it that way, I accept your challenge." Brian quickly changed his mind. "And when I win I'm going to fuck you in the backroom, and send you on your way forever."

"Correction, when I win I'll let you blow me on the dance floor in front of everybody." Brandon grinned.

Dex poured two bourbons to seal the deal, and slid a glass to each combatant. "We'll see you both here next Saturday night," he said.

Almost immediately the club began to choose sides. Babylon's barely legal crowd was quick to jump on Brandon's bandwagon. After all it would stand to reason that the younger man would be more likely to attract the most desirable boys. However the wiser late twenties, and thirty-something regulars knew better. Their monies were placed solidly on the old stud to win. Foolish man. Brandon didn't stand a chance against Brian Kinney's Justin.

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Monday morning found Justin going over his notes in the library of Pittsburgh's Institute Of Fine Arts. Justin's old-school instructor didn't take kindly to students who skipped his finals, even if their previous test scores did allow them to ease by with a passing grade last semester. This academic year it appeared as if professor Powel was on a personal vendetta against the young man who dared to jet off to Atlanta during exams week. Every question seemed to be directed at Justin, and the pompous old perfectionist wasn't shy about issuing out a verbal lashing if given a wrong answer. Justin turned the page of his notebook.

"I'm still waiting on your call."

"What?" Justin looked up toward the now familiar voice.

"I'm beginning to think you don't like me. When are you going to let me take you out, doll? The construction is almost finished on the new gallery. I'll be moving on soon, and I won't be able to see your angel face anymore. I'll be just another lovestruck fool filed away in the Justin Taylor broken hearts file."

"I don't have a broken hearts file." Justin blushed.

"Then by all means, please don't start your file with me. Come on, doll, when are you going to call me, and let me take you out? We could go to dinner, then take in a movie, and finish up the night dancing till dawn at Babylon. How does this Saturday night sound? I promise I'll be good. I'll be a perfect gentleman. I'll open all your doors, help you with your jacket, and respect your virtue."

"I'm afraid you're a little late for my virtue." Justin laughed.

"Even better. Then I'll take you back to my place, and make mad, passionate love to you."

"I have to go to class." Justin stood to leave.

"Shunned again. Alas, I will be waiting for you here again tomorrow. Have a good day, Justin."

Justin looked into the temptress green eyes of his wooer. "You have a good day too, Brandon," he said.

Brandon smiled to himself as he watched Justin's swollen ass bounce away. A soft, virginal blonde boy, with porcelain skin, crystal blue eyes, and the face of an angel. There was no way that Brian could top this. Brandon could almost feel Brian Kinney's lips wrapped around his dick.

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NEXT WEEK: Bull Of The Woods, pt 2

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