Lost in Babylon (part two)

1: BLUEBALLS IN BURBANK

Aaron's house, a neat bungalow, tucked behind a bramble of eucalyptus trees in Burbank is where the limo dropped us off.

During the ride back I'd discovered that my new friend was twenty four years old, a graduate of Hollywood High school, "I've achieved the honorable", he chuckled sucking on a joint that he shared with me, and that he'd been hustling since he dropped out of UCLA three years ago. He dropped names as the car sped through the hazy night, and my head spun; movie and TV stars, athletes, and even two very prominent politicians ... all males, all hiding their sexuality behind a mask of respectability, all paying for the favors of Aaron and others like him.

Then he asked me how long I'd been hustling. I laughed and shook my head, "Oh me? I mean, no, I was invited to this party - I had no idea what the deal was... Christ, I was just curious and horny".

"Fair enough," he said studying me in the dim light of the back seat, "So are you a fag?"

The question hung like a dust mote in the air for a second.

Again, I laughed, nervously, and nodded my head. "Yeah, I guess I am", and then I paused and said, "I guess you're not, huh? This is just a job, right? You have a wife and a..."

He laughed, and it was a howl of a laugh, it almost made me jump, "Shit man, if I were straight, do you think I'd be in this line? But I know what you mean, some of those dudes you met tonight swear they are straight...fucking closet cases all of 'em", his voice was filled with disgust, "And if that's not bad enough, shit, the big-time-players, you could put a gun to those fucker's heads and they'd swear they are not gay...yeah, only when they have to pay for it", he snorted in conclusion...

I shifted some in the back seat, and felt myself relax, as he talked I could not take my eyes off his crotch. He caught me eyeing his package and winked at me and said, "My place, dude, I could use a good real fuck and not some staged event", and then he rested his hand on my knee and gave it a firm squeeze and with that we were entering his tree lined street in Beautiful Downtown Burbank.

I did not know what to expect when we got to his place, but I was pleasantly surprised to find a comfortable, one might have called "cozy", little house that was filled with decent looking furniture. I paused in the living room and pointed to the metal box with dials and buttons that sat on top of the television, "What is that?" I asked. He glanced over and said, "It's called a video cassette recorder, pretty soon everyone is going to have one...it was a gift from a client at CBS".

His bedroom was dominated by a huge bed that looked so big it should have it's own zip code, I was about to comment on it when he nonchalantly took me in his arms and gave me a kiss...my head began to spin again as his tongue gently explored my mouth; "That kiss you gave me back at the party was pretty nice, I just wanted to see if it was acting or the real thing..." he said as he backed away removing his shirt.

Then he turned and threw a bundle my way that I caught instinctively. A towel, wash cloth and a bar of wrapped soap, "Go clean the night off of you, you can use the shower over there", he nodded to the small powder room just off the bedroom, "I'll use the guest shower...meet me back here in 15", and with that he dashed off.

I showered, and dried myself . My cock stayed hard the whole time. I felt like some kind of virgin about to take the plunge for the first time ... the years of fucking around with my buddies back home seemed to be leading up to this; this rendezvous with this beautiful hustler I'd met at a movie star's house --- who I fucked in front of said movie star--- I had to close my eyes, because frankly, I could not believe the events of the past few hours; none the less I checked my look in the mirror and modestly pulled a clean towel around my waist and then walked back into the bedroom.

I was struck by the smell of incense back in the darkened room, a very heady scent, it was musk. I also smelled a joint burning, and there on the bed, naked, his cock standing straight up like an exclamation point, was Aaron. He offered the jay to me and I took a couple of hits and handed it back. He took it and butted it out in an ash tray and then pulled me to the bed where for the third time tonight, we kissed. And while we bussed, he undid the towel and his hands played all over my body, caressing me, the same way he probably caressed the movers and shakers that he had shared beds with in the past ... his touch was gentle, like that of an experienced soul, not the rapid gropings of a horny kid, and yet, at the same time, he found places that made new sensations of pleasure ripple through my body...when he lifted up my arm and began to lick my pit, I almost laughed, but then I went with it and it was good, so I did the same to him and he tasted wonderful and smelled of soap with just the most faint whiff of some cologne...and then he lay me down on the soft, soft bed and stood above me, his beautiful cock, dripping liquid on to my lips and he guided my head to it and I licked at it and then I took it in my mouth and he slowly moved in and out while he said softly, "Yes, baby, that's it..." and his cock, as hard as it was, snaked it's way down my throat and I swallowed and it made him shake and he laughed softly and said, "Where the fuck did you learn that move?" and then he straddled me and began to fuck my face in earnest. I reached up and felt his solid ass cheeks, and I pushed him down further and I could smell his own musk at the base of the rod, his pubic hair still moist from his shower... I felt him tense and assumed he was going to come, but instead he pulled out and slid down my chest, laying on top of me, grinding his hips against mine and we kissed some more and a shaft of light from the hallway illuminated his face and I saw how beautiful he truly was, and I understood why others would pay for his company...

He rolled off of me then and began to kiss my chest, licking at my nipples, then his tongue running the length of my abdomen until he got to my cock which he took in his mouth and began sucking. Maybe it was the weed I smoked, but the pleasure seemed like nothing I'd felt before with anyone, his cock-sucking was sending me right over the proverbial rainbow, I could not catch my breath; it was like every nerve ending was attached to my dick...and just when I was about to cum, Aaron shoved something under my nose and told me to breathe in. I glanced at a small brown bottle and did as I was asked and for a split second I thought that maybe he was trying to kill me; the odor, a strong odd chemical smell, filled my nostrils and it was awful and then, It felt like someone was slamming the back of my head with a brick; Christ, was this guy some kind of gay Son of Sam, the room was spinning and everything was going hazy; but through it all, through this sensation, the pleasure that was going on at my mid-section remained...now I thought maybe I was going to die, but as quickly as the odd overwhelming sensation of fading away had started: it had ended.

I pushed myself up and said, "What the fuck was that?"

Aaron removed himself from my cock and looked up at me and said, "Rush", and he flashed the little brown bottle my way ... "did you like it?"

"No, not particularly", I said, a dull headache already beginning to throb.

He sat up and kissed me tenderly and said, "Wow, I thought everyone liked poppers", and then he laughed and I laughed and he said, "Let's smoke some more and then continue, it'll help your head". I agreed, the headache/popper incident already forgotten...one thing for sure, I really needed to have an orgasm, my balls were as blue as Kentucky grass.

2: OVER THE RAINBOW, FOR REAL

This time we blew an entire joint, as we lay side by side. He kept apologizing for the popper and I kept telling him to forget it. Finally, the joint finished, and me stoned out of my gourd, I said something like, "Look man, not for nothing, but If I don't get to cum tonight, I might explode". This caused us both to howl, and before I knew it, he was crouched down in front of me, his fingers worming there way inside of me, slowly, maddeningly. I watched as his face, intent with determination, was focused on the task at hand, and before I knew it, he had four fingers up my my ass and I was squirming and jerking as electrical currents began to short circuit through out my body..."Go with it, dude", he whispered, and then he spit on his hand and brought the digit's up further and began moving the top of his hand back and forth, I began pleading for his cock and he continued finger fucking me; and when his free hand came up and started pinching at my tits I closed my eyes and saw lights begin to flash behind my eyelids. He told me to turn over on my stomach, and I did, and he continued fingering me; every now and again, he'd slap his cock on my crack...I could feel his spit dripping down covering my ass, making me wet; he must have had all five fingers in me at one point as he pulled up and raised my ass, working me like a puppet.

Finally he asked me if I was ready to get fucked, I cried out in the affirmative, pretty much pleading for it and I turned my head to see what he was doing, twisting my head back so that maybe I could catch a glimpse; and for a fleeting moment, I saw his dick, the cock that powerful men craved; and then I felt it.

He entered me at a slow but steady pace and I felt him go further and further inside...once again, it might have been all of the dope I'd smoked, but in retrospect I suspect it was his expertise at what he was doing; I'd never felt anything so good in my life. With every push, he opened up new sensations of pleasure, if there was pain, I was well beyond it, I knew that there was drool coming from my mouth as he rammed me, I knew that my own cock was alive and spilling precum onto the blankets below me, I knew that every-time I closed my eyes I saw beautiful flashing lights, I knew I was saying his name out-loud...

...what I did not know is that I was crying, literally. He noticed and said softly and sweetly, "Dude am I hurting you?"

I answered him by pushing myself down further on his shaft and somehow I managed to reassure him that these were those tears of joy the poets write about.

Every now and again, he'd slap me on the ass, and this would signal that he was going to speed up; I met his rhythm and fell into it and when he came, he shot inside of me, a stream of jizz, that god help me, felt as hot as lava. I almost shot my own load when he cried out, "Walt! Damn" as his final delivery of cum fired into me.

When he was through, he dismounted and gave me another kiss and said, "Come on dude, give it to me", and he went down on all fours and I reached for the jar of Lube that was bedside and quickly slathered my dick with it and rather unceremoniously began fucking him.

If the dope made getting fucked feel good, it made giving a fuck something like a religious experience. His asshole seemed to clamp around my member and I felt like I was pounding someone other-worldly, It was as close to Nirvana as I'd ever been in my life. I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears, I could hear Aaron egging me on, begging me to fuck him silly, begging me to make him mine and I felt like I might have been watching us, as if I was somehow dissociated from this ; a voyeur at the window...and when I came, It was out of the blue, rushing in from nowhere and everywhere. It was the kind of orgasm, that to this very day, I have never felt again. I shot my load inside of him and I fell onto him and convulsed like a freak and just when I though I was spent, one more jolt hit me and I was enveloped in pleasure... and just then a warm breeze blew the curtains and the smell of eucalyptus filled the room.

3: Stay The Night, He Requested

I was rag-doll-limp after the sex, and I rolled over on my back and listened to my own breath as I glanced up at the ceiling. He was next to me, also on his back, his left hand on my thigh which he was slowly rubbing. No words for minutes, just the muffled sounds of the curtains as they continued ruffling in the aromatic night breeze.

I closed my eyes and realized where I was again. In bed with a stranger, a sex professional, who'd I met earlier at an orgy in the Hollywood Hills; an orgy that included celebrities...was this for real, I questioned myself silently ... could this really be happening to me? I opened my eyes and the answer was a resounding, yes. Same room, same curtains, same beautiful stud at my side.

Exhausted, but thinking I knew what was coming next, I started to sit up and felt his hand move to my shoulder as he pulled me back into bed. "Stay the night," he requested, his voice soft and sincere.

I turned on my side and he spooned me and wrapped his arms around my mid-section and I drifted off quickly into a dreamless, refreshing sleep.

4: Talking 1977 Over Coffee and Tang - Reality and Promise

The next morning, I was treated to a continental breakfast that we ate in his small, lush yard. We sat at opposite ends of a rather tattered picnic table and drank some Tang, (I remember being so thirsty that morning, that I must have had at least three glasses of the astronaut's juice) and he told me that he was boycotting real orange juice because of Anita Bryant and her anti-gay crusade. I toasted his boycott and raised my glass of the pale orange beverage saying, "Up yours, Anita!" He laughed and in the morning sun, looked even more beautiful than the night before, his long blond hair going any way the wind blew it.

Later on he went into the kitchen to get some coffee for us. I could hear the radio inside playing 10 CC's, "I'm Not In Love" while I perused the Los Angeles Times and read a review of this new band from England called, "The Sex Pistols". I was half way through the article when my host appeared at the door carrying two steaming mugs and placed one down in front of me and said, "So tell me about New Jersey".

I was stunned, as I had not told him a thing about where I was from.

Then he upped the ante by asking, "And how about your real name?"

I sipped the coffee, it was strong and sweet, and then I cleared my throat and said, "Well you tell me, what did you do, sneak a peek at my wallet -- my driver's licence?"

He nodded his head and then said, "Sorry, it goes with the territory ... look, I know your name is not Walt and I know you're from Jersey, so come on, what's your story, dude? I told you mine...come on fess up."

So I told him everything and waited for a response.

He never took his eyes off me while I spoke and when I was through he said, "Well, shit, man. What was the big deal? Lot's of people come to the west coast to mend a broken heart..."

I had nothing to say. So I remained silent as he pulled his chair over and sat next to me, "Hey, I've got an idea, you say there's nothing at home for you. Why not stay here, with me for awhile...I like the company and", he paused, maybe for some kind of dramatic effect, or maybe because he meant what he was about to say, "I like you, dude. I like you a lot"

Then he leaned forward and planted a soft, kiss on my lips and it seemed full of promise.

I nodded my head after the kiss and said, "Really, you want me to stay?"

He took me in his arms and kissed me once more, this time with a passionate urgency that seemed to bring the morning's colors into high focus all around me ... and when we were done, he smiled; a crooked little grin that seemed full of mischief and softly said, "Really".

And he held me in his arms for a few more minutes and I held him back and somewhere, off in the distance, I could hear the sound of sirens wailing ...

END part two

Lost In Babylon (part one)

1: SAY HELLO TO HOLLYWOOD

It was in early November of 1977, just after my breakup with Stu, that I cashed in my chips (what little I had in the way of chips) and took an impromptu trip to Los Angeles. This was something I'd always wanted to do, and now, with nothing holding me back and my broken heart worn firmly on my sleeve, I took TWA flight 1812 from Philadelphia Airport to LAX and arrived in the City of Angels on November 5th with about 600.00 in cash on my person and a pre-paid stay at a ratty little hotel just off of Sunset Blvd; six days and five nights that cost me a whopping 96.00.

I was both scared and excited over this knee jerk thing I had done, leaving family and friends behind and traveling to the mythical kingdom of sin city ... a place where no one knew me and I could loose myself in unreality.

I did all of the tourist stuff ... took bus rides past the stars homes, saw tapings of several sitcoms as well as the Carson show, walked down Hollywood Blvd and checked out the hand and foot prints of the New American Gods, ( at one point I noted that my foot size was the same as John Wayne's), had a great night at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go seeing some outrageous punk bands while getting hit on by a beautiful woman who told me that she could get me a job in the movies if I went home with her ... yeah, it was all kind of fun and innocent and a welcome diversion from heartbreak and teen angst...well, I was still a teen so angst was part of that package I suppose.

2: GORILLA'S BY THE POOL:

And then, this one afternoon, as I was lounging by the pool at my hotel, I noticed these two rather beefy guys, a couple of gorillas actually, strolling the edge of the patio. They were both shirtless revealing husky, hairy chests; they wore sunglasses. Every now and again they'd pause at a spot where a male guest was sitting or coming out of the water and talk to them and then move on. I was first aware that they had come my way as they blocked out the warm California sun that had been beating down on me; a double cloud of testosterone hovered over as the one standing to the left said, "Hey, pretty boy, want to come to a party tonight?" I looked up at the one who was talking and before I could do or say anything, the other one dropped a piece of paper on to my lap and said, "Ten o clock". I snatched the note and looked back up; these two looked tough, like a couple of heavyweight boxers, but their faces were finely sculptured with strong and distinguished features. I felt myself growing hard as I gazed up at their massive chests and the first one took notice and said, "Hey I think you are really going to enjoy yourself tonight. Don't be late." And with that, they moved on and eventually left through the hotel patio's street exit.

I grabbed my shirt and dashed upstairs to my room and checked out the note I had been handed. An address on Mulholland Drive and a phone number were neatly printed along with a post script that read, "this is a private affair, discretion is a must". I put the paper on the side table and fell onto the bed and jerked off while I fantasized about the two pool-side gorillas and then dozed for about two hours.

After I showered and changed, I called the phone number and a pitch perfect voice, kind of like a radio DJ, asked where my location was. I told him and was then informed that a car would be there to pick me up in an hour.

3: MULHOLLAND DRIVE

The ride up Mulholland was mesmerizing. I sat in the back of the limo and noted that at every turn, as we traveled up the hill, I could see L.A. from the car's windows glowing below me like some psychedelic jewel...the driver, an older man, said nothing until he pulled up into a rather steep drive way and informed me that I was at my destination.

As I walked the dimly lit path of the large home, I saw two figures by the door ... I realized that it was the gorillas from earlier. They were both standing at the doorway, their silk shirts unbuttoned revealing those monstrous chests. As I got closer the taller one said, "Pretty boy made it". And the other one smiled and I felt both aroused and terrified at the same time. They approached me quickly and shoved me into a bramble of some kind of fragrant flora and the tall one shoved me down to my knees while the shorter one unzipped his pants and pushed his cock in my face, "Gotta pay the price to gain entrance", the shorter one said softly. Then the tall one got behind his partner and began nibbling on his ear while pinching his nipples...the shorter one guided me to his cock and I closed my eyes and did what was expected. It took maybe five minutes for the guy I was blowing to come. He pulled out of my mouth and shot his load into the bushes and then patted me on the head and said, "OK pal you're in". With that, they handed me a roll of Certs and the tall one brushed me off and helped me to my feet, "Pretty as a picture" he said, sweeping the hair from my forehead. And then I was ushered to the front door, "Ring the bell and give the butler this", the short one said handing me a small embossed card. I took it and turned in time to see the two gorillas fade into the dark as they took back their stations at the front of the walk; guarding the entrance of this sprawling Hollywood home set high in the hills.

I rang the doorbell and stood by the wrought-iron gate that covered the door. The night was alive with a million different smells...jasmine and rose mingled with the faint odor of marijuana burning, pine, from the trees that surrounded and kept this estate hidden, was also prominent...

The door opened and a small, elderly man in a tuxedo answered the door and said, "May I help you?" I handed him the card I'd received earlier and he sighed taking it, and unlatched the gate around the door and ushered me in. Standing in the hallway I noted the painting on the wall of the famous movie star, his wife and their children ... the movie star sat in a large plush chair, his equally famous wife stood behind him, her hands resting on his broad shoulders, on either side of the movie star, his two children, two little girls, stood. They smiled benignly down at me as the butler pointed to a door at the far end of the hall and said, "In there, sir.

I walked the hallway realizing that it was about triple the size of my hotel room and as I approached the door I could hear the bass pumping's of disco music coming from behind it.

I took a deep breath, turned the brass knob and let the door swing open... the first thing I saw were three vaguely familiar men standing over the prone body of one very familiar looking young man. The men were naked and sweaty and were taking turns at the ass of the very familiar looking dude...I knew him immediately from that television show I watched every week...for a second I did not know if I should join in, or ask him for his autograph ... turns out there was no time for either as the butler was suddenly at my shoulder saying, "Sir, please remove your clothing and give it to me, I'll see that your clothes and personal effects are kept safe during the party". As if in a trance, I disrobed and handed my clothing to him, which he gently folded over his arm. After I gave him my underwear he handed me a pair of white soccer shorts that were clean but somewhat worn. The fit was snug, but I figured that was supposed to be ... I turned to ask the butler something, but he was gone, the door was shut and now I was alone in this dimly lit room surrounded by, god knows how many men. The sounds of heavy breathing and disco music blended into one odd timbre.

4: BANG A GONG, GET IT ON

I saw that a bar was set up by the fireplace, so I made my way over, gently stepping over a few couples who were going at on the floor...there were bottles of soft drinks and wine as well as beer and liquor for the taking. I grabbed a can of Coke and poured myself a drink, though I instantly wished for something stronger as I was a bit on edge. As I was about to partner the cola with a shot of something 100 proof, someone came up behind me and grabbed my ass and said, "Yowza, kid, that's one nice tush!" I turned and my mouth dropped when I realized that I was standing face to face...well not exactly face, he was a good deal shorter than I... with the host of that odd-ball game show that came on late at night. The elfin man with the wiry, hairy body, whose cock was erect the entire time, turned out to be a charming, if not somewhat, crazy guy who tried to get me to do a line of coke with him. I turned his offer down and he smiled until his eyes squinted shut and said, "Good boy, you don't want to fuck with this shit..." and then he did a line on the bar and took my hand and guided me to a sofa where for the next twenty minutes or so he told me a very tall tale about his double life. I figured the dope was making him somewhat delusional but this was his trip, not mine, so I let him go on. Again, the entire time, his cock stayed at full alert. And then suddenly, with out a word, he got down on his knees in front of me and released my cock from the tight soccer shorts and began to give me head -- man, he was good, but quick. All the while, he jerked himself off while furiously sucking me. I pushed his head down, my hands flattening his somewhat unruly mop of salt and pepper gray hair...and then suddenly he stopped and looked up at me and said, "Don't come in my mouth." Just then a few other guys wandered over. I recognized one of them, the tall blond from all of those B Films that played the local drive-ins back home from a few years back, and this other guy, he did not look familiar, he was a hairy one and he joined us. The blond B-star took position behind the game show host and began battering his ass with such ferocity that the sofa shook; meanwhile the hairy guy got behind the sofa and began working on my tits...I surrendered myself to this sensory overload and felt myself come quickly; the game show host pulled off of my cock and I shot a geyser into the air that caused the hairy guy behind me to say, "Old, fucking, faithful"... and just then, B movie star came, knocking the game show host on to the floor and I watched as his seed sprayed the hairy chest of the man on the floor who was rubbing it all over his torso, a weird grin on his face...

5: THE BOYS IN TIGHT SHORTS

After the episode with the game show host ended, I was left alone. I got up again and went to the bar and slipped back in to the shorts. I also managed to fix myself a drink, and drank it down quickly, following it with a straight shot of vodka. When I finished the shot, I was joined by several young guys all about my age, all in tight white soccer shorts. "Want to clean up, bud?" One of them asked. I nodded my head and was escorted to a small room just off the side of the bar. I walked into the dark room and found a sink where I washed my face and hands, and then took a wash cloth off a pile of neatly stacked linens and gave my cock and balls a quick sponge bath. The guy who showed me in, a very cute blond with shoulder length hair and piercing blue eyes, handed me a towel so I could dry off. Then he introduced me to the half a dozen other guys...I shook hands and nodded at my brothers in tight white and then the blond asked, "First time at one of these parties?" I nodded and he smiled and said, "Easy money, man. Keep 'em all happy and you'll leave here with some good walking around bread." And then another one of them, a lanky dude with a peace sign tattooed on his left pec said, "You picked a good night, not that many trolls here ... mostly some hot ones, and a few heavy hitters". Mutterings of acknowledgment concerning that pearl of wisdom passed amongst the group and then the blond told me that if the host liked me, I'd be able to come back whenever I wanted ... suddenly, feeling like a rube of the lowest order, I figured out the game. Me and these young guys were the paid entertainment for the assorted guests -- fucking A; three days in Hollywood and I was a now in a den of of Sunset Blvd hustlers ... what the hell was I doing?

Just then the other guys took off back into the main play room and I watched as the guy with the peace sign went down on his knees servicing that ruggedly handsome, older African American actor who played the father on that sit-com -- though the room was dimly lit, I could see the black man's face, his striking features looked better in person than they did on the tube, contort itself into a mask of pleasure... back further in the room, I saw that the young actor who'd I earlier seen being gang-banged, was now sandwiched between two of the hustler boys; and they assaulted him with gusto from either end...meanwhile, on the sofa, I saw a young actor who was currently in one of the biggest films playing the mall theater's back home. He was idly stroking his less than impressive cock watching the going's on...

The blond at my side said, "I'm Aaron". I turned and lied to him by saying, "Hey, I'm Walt." and he smiled and said, "Stick close, I'll cover you, man". I was oddly touched by his offer and smiled and was about to say something else when that hairy guy from earlier came up to the both of us and smiled. He was rather wolf-like in his appearance with a close cropped beard that accentuated his handsome face. He leaned over and whispered something into Aaron's ear; and then Aaron nodded and whispered something back, and then the wolf gave him a pat on the shoulder. As he walked back into the crowd, Aaron turned to me and said, "Walt, brother, we hit pay-dirt. Come with me." And I followed him through the den, to a door way that led to a hallway.

6: THE MOVIESTAR
We paused in the hall in front of what looked like a solid oak door. A small lamp, on an ornate marble table that was positioned next to the door, offered a dim guide in the gloom. Aaron reached for the door handle and turned to me and said softly, "Relax and follow my lead..." and like that he reached out and gently turned the brass nob. There was no squeaking as the door softly swung to reveal a room paneled in more dark oak, the slight odor of cigar smoke greeted us and then as the view became full, for the second time this evening, my jaw dropped: There, standing naked as the day he was born, a young man on his knees in front of him sucking his dick, was The Movie-star! He was solid and muscular, his curly close cropped hair, greying at the sides. He had a cigar in his mouth and turned when he saw us, his famous baby blues catching the light and flashing like a camera's strobe. He nodded our way and took the cigar from his mouth and said in that some what gravely voice of his, "Aaron, and Walt, is it?" Dumbfounded I stood stock still. Nothing in my young life had prepared me for this moment. Here I was about to interact with the man my own mother once called, "The most beautiful person alive" -- I shook my head, because the last thing I needed now was my mother's voice in my head -- luckily, Aaron put a hand on my shoulder and firmly but gently lead me into The Movie-star's bed room.

Aaron pointed to a small table where a couple of white t-shirts and sneakers were neatly arranged, "Find a shirt and a pair of sneaks that fit man, and be cool" he whispered again. I did as I was told and as I was lacing up the tennis shoes I caught glance of The Movie-star's equally famous wife staring my way from a framed photograph that sat atop a bureau. I looked away feeling stupid.

When I turned I saw the other guy, the one that had been blowing The Movie-star exiting the room. Then Aaron was at my side dressing, he smiled and winked and said softly, "It's a fetish of his, he likes us in these kind of get-ups..."

"Well, look at you two, a couple of front runners.", the manly voice of the Master of the house rang out. We both turned and saw he was now splayed out on the bed; his cock, long and stiff, bobbing as he moved to make himself comfortable.

Aaron took my hand and led me to the foot of the bed and The Movie-Star reached for something, a remote control, and pointed it at a bookshelf, and then a reel-to-reel tape deck clicked on and Diana Ross began singing...slowly, sexy; A Love Hangover was pre-ordained.

"Come here, son" he motioned to me, "make yourself comfortable". I felt Aaron nudge me some and I made my way to the bed and then found myself in the embrace of this famous man who took me in his arms and said, "God almighty, son, you are a real find...I am going to have to give Guido and Sherman a big raise" (Guido and Sherman, the two gorillas no doubt). He handed me a goblet of red wine and I obliged taking a healthy gulp, and then he pulled me towards him so I was laying in the crook of his arm (my god he smelled like expensive cologne and power -- if power had an odor), and then he said, "Aaron, give us a little of that dance you are so noted for", and the next thing I knew Aaron was bumping and grinding to the disco beat that was slowly building. As wired as I was, I took note that my new buddy had quite a bulge in his shorts as well as a primo ass...he danced like a snake, slowly, teasing that he was going to remove his clothes, but ultimately staying dressed...then The Movie-star sat up and joined Aaron, dancing with him. I watched, still stunned over what I was seeing, and then Aaron pulled me on to the floor and the three of us began to boogie to the cheesy song playing ... maybe it was the wine, or the drink I'd had earlier, but I felt myself start to loosen up and begin to enjoy the scene...this was actually fun...The Movie-star grabbed my hips and swayed with me for a bit and then put an arm around Aaron and the three of us were facing each other, every time he laughed, The Movie-star put me in mind of his famous persona...he was by no means a young man, but he was aging beautifully and he was still magnetic ... and holy fuck, I was dancing with him in his bedroom!

And so it continued for almost twenty minutes or so, the three of us in our own private Studio 54, and somehow, between bumping and grinding, drinks were shoved into our hands and we partook and partied and it was good...

When the song finally ended the three of us feel onto the bed laughing and The Movie-star said, "Boys, you have worn this old man out". Then he lay back in the bed again and with out any fanfare said, "OK, now let me watch you two fuck each other."

He told us to remove our clothes, which we did, and then (since every actor really wants to direct I suppose) he told us exactly what he wanted to see. I supported my self on the edge of the bed while Aaron fingered my ass and then entered me. I closed my eyes for a second and then let out a deep moan. Soon I felt my new friend shoving against me and it felt good as he fucked me, and when The Movie-star told him to slap my ass, hard, I yelled out and I saw that he was jerking off while we were going at it ... then he told Aaron to bend over and instructed me to give it to the blond, but to kiss him first...we embraced and gave our host a view of a passionate kiss and he sighed in appreciation saying, "Beautiful, just beautiful, yeah kiss some more..." so we did, and then I got behind Aaron, who raised his bubble butt up while I spit on my cock and rammed him so hard that he cried out, "Mother Fucker!" and the Movie-star said, "Outstanding!" and like that, he had his orgasm, never taking his eyes off the two of us...

7: THAT'S A WRAP!

My cock was still stiff and inside of Aaron, I wanted to keep going, but The Movie-star got up out of bed and said, "Thanks boys, you can go now, oh and see Jeffers on your way out. He has something for you".

"Shit," I said, "That's it?" I asked incredulous.

"Dude, this must be your first time," Aaron said pulling away and reaching for our shorts..."Trust me, you'll get off later".

I gathered up the shirt and shorts and dressed and followed the hustler down the hallway to another room where I found my clothes neatly pressed and hanging . Next to the clothing were a couple of wicker baskets where we disposed of our tight shorts, t-shirts and sneakers.

Now fully dressed I watched as Aaron buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his rather snug jeans, "Pay day, dude!" he said smiling wickedly and as if on cue, the butler, Jeffers, came in and handed us both an envelope and said to us, "He would like you both to come back on the 17th. Be here at ten, good night gentlemen". And after that pronouncement we were shown the door.

Outside, I noted the gorillas were gone and Aaron said, "Come on we can share a limo..."

The night was still and very warm. I thought of what it must be like back home now in New Jersey; cold, wet, gray...how could anyone go back to that when they have tasted this?

In the limo, Aaron told me to open my envelope. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I discovered seven crisp one hundred dollar bills, I turned to my new friend and found him fanning himself with his lucre, he winked at me and yelled up to the driver, "Home James"... and the car descended the mountain, and I felt like I'd just left Olympus and was now returning to life amongst the mortals...Aaron put his hand on my knee and said, "Care to hang with me for a bit?" I nodded my head and then turned as the warm California night blew it's promise of all kinds of tantalizing dreams through my hair by way of an open car window.

Aaron turned on the radio and the sounds of The Rolling Stones filled the air; Gimmie Shelter...

The Limo drove on.

END. Part One: