And In The End...

It's been both fun and somewhat therapeutic keeping this blog for the past couple of years, but for the most part the tales have been told and the story is over.

For those of you that need resolution, this is for you.

Andy: is alive and well and living in New York City. He owns a small successful business and has been in a committed relationship for almost ten years now. We see each other about twice a year.

Stu: passed away this past March. His sister called to give me the news. He committed suicide, there was no note and those close to him say that they had no idea what might have caused him to do this. In keeping with his wishes, there was no ceremony. He had been living in New England doing freelance illustrating as well as computer graphics at the time of his death.

Needless to say, I was devastated when I heard this. He was my first true love.

I hope he has found peace.

Chris: has been married three times. He has two daughters from his first and second marriage. He is currently divorced and still lives in Colorado where he manages a software distribution company.

I got an email from him when Stu died, it was the first time I had heard from him since 1986. He asked me to come see him in Colorado. I turned down his invitation but wished him well.

Van: still works with me. He is doing very well and recently met a guy that he is head over heels for (took him long enough!).

Aaron: I only heard from Aaron once after my time in L.A., and that was a phone call in early 1978. I have no idea what became of him. I hope he is well and happy.

Jon: moved to Europe in the early 90's and last I heard, he is now living happily in London working for the BBC.

Rick: and I are still together. He is still the most beautiful guy I have ever met, and has been my rock these many years. He hates this blog, by the way, and is always threatening to delete it!

Be that as it may, we have now been together for over twenty years - which has got to be some kind of record for a gay couple. I still love him like I've never loved anyone. He is one in a million and I am damn lucky to have him.


and that, as they say. is that.

Thanks for reading the Milkman's Baby.

Sucking in the Seventies

Most gay men learn how to give head early on. If you were as lucky as I was, and had a group of like minded guys around you, then learning was half the fun. With out my "brothers" (Andy, Stu and Chris), I'd have been one miserable gay boy back in the 70's.

Cock sucking is an art, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If you can't do it right, if your heart's not into it, then you might as well hang it up. Furthermore, if you can't enjoy getting a blow job, then do the same.

Hang it up.

I learned how to give and get head from my buddy, Stu.

We began while we both were still in high school. After classes were through for the day, we'd often spend time in his basement, smoking weed, listening to rock and roll albums, and sucking each other's dicks.

Stu was advanced, not only was he into head, but he also turned me on to nipple play and kissing. My god he kissed beautifully. Beyond that he taught me that cock sucking was more than just a physical act, it was soulful and something to savor.

Often while sucking Stu, he'd say, "Slow down, not so fast." And he'd direct my hands to his every present erect nipples and tell me to pinch them while I sucked.

As time passed, I looked forward to giving him blow jobs, he always smelled faintly of musk and when I'd busy myself at his stalk, I'd breath deep his scent and it would make me high.

He always shot his load in my mouth, and I always swallowed it. It was salty and warm and I loved the after-taste.

Stu would return the gift by going down on me, slowly starting at the head of my cock and then leisurely working his way down to the base, my pubic hair would be covered in his saliva as the tip of his tongue traced my length and I would moan in exquisite pleasure until the moment he'd bring me to climax. Often he'd go for my tits just as I was about to cum and the sensation would drive me to insane bursts of pleasure.

Our sessions were always followed by long, luxurious, sensual kisses where we'd taste each other's juice on our tongues ... is it any wonder he was the first guy I ever really fell in love with. Even as we moved on to other forms of sexual expressions, with Stu it was always a slow burn that lead to mind blowing orgasms.


Andy was the resident jack-rabbit, he was quick and enthusiastic and loved the pay off more than anything.

I remember one time, I'd barely got my mouth around his cock when he shot his load. We'd laugh about this, but it was true. I used to joke that all you had to do with him was breathe on his cock and he'd cum.

When he managed to last, I could expect a quick and energetic face fuck that would be followed by him usually grabbing his cock and jerking off to climax.

Conversely, when Andy sucked, he did it with the same abandon. I think that's why he he was our go-to-guy when you just needed to bust a nut. He'd wrap his lips around the head of your cock and go at it like a mad man.

Andy loved "back alley blow jobs"; that is giving and getting head in an out of the way place. One time he sucked me off in a movie theater, and Chris was always inviting him to the gym locker room for a quickie.


As for Chris; he was the Alpha male so cock sucking was always a rough sport, giving or getting. I remember that he liked to shove my head down on his cock, and he took particular pleasure in making me (or anyone else) gag on his member.

Often he enjoyed laying flat having his cock worshiped all the while he'd be coaxing his partner to "suck that big cock" or some other porn-star line.

Chris was also fond of face fucking. He'd have me lay flat and then lay longways, ramming his cock in my mouth while he sort of did push-ups.

While he sometimes would cum in my mouth, he loved to pull out and shoot it all over my face.

When Chris gave head, it was just as intense. He'd start by grabbing my nuts and squeezing them tightly and then he'd open wide and go for the full package, roughly sucking away on my member and maybe even lightly biting at the base of my cock. He also like to finger my ass when sucking me off; man that could be mind numbing just as your about to shoot.


Last, but by no means least, I'd be remiss not to mention my sweet Aaron; my lover from the City of Angels, my hustling partner during that long lost weekend in Sin City...

Aaron seemed to be a never ending bag of surprises when it came to sex, and cock sucking was one of his specialties. He once said to me, "Brother, you can get rich in this town if you can make a guy cum while blowing him".

Man, he was right about that one.

I remember the first time I sucked his cock and how he responded with surprise and asked me where I learned to be so good at fellatio.

Aaron enjoyed standing and lowering his penis to my mouth, often it would be dripping with precum and I'd let it drip on to my lips and then I'd open my mouth and the same would happen to my tounge. Then I'd relax and let him slip in and then slowly I'd let my tounge work the underside of his member and then I'd swallow and he'd shudder .

One time he asked me how many times I watched "Deep Throat". I took that as a compliment from him, considering he'd been professionally sucking cock for years.

Of course when he gave head, it was a fucking religious experience. There was nothing his partner had to do but lay back and let the master drive. Aaron took me over the rainbow and down the rabbit hole each and every time he sucked my cock.

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Back in Jersey, many was the time when me and the boys would end a session with a group blow job. That is, one of us would take turns sucking all of the others off.

One time, I recall, I was the one giving head and in a dizzying adventure I took three different cocks in my mouth, switching off enjoying the taste and texture of each one, just waiting for my brothers to blow their loads. For a lapsed Catholic, it was like communion, only much better!

And if I was one of the ones getting head, then it was just as good knowing that my cock was going to get serviced and that I was in good company with my blow job brothers...all of us...

...sucking in the seventies.

Lost In Babylon : the final chapter

1: In Praise of the Older Man

I sat on the bed of the middle aged man. He was almost sixty (or so he said), and I marveled over how handsome he was with his thick head of steel gray hair which he wore combed back neatly. I was actually aroused when he removed his shirt and revealed a very well developed chest with a fine coating of salt and pepper fur on it, and when I saw how nice and firm his ass appeared, my ageism melted while my cock grew straining the white briefs, which was the only article of clothing I was wearing.

His name was Mr. Harris and he was a realtor who sold some of the finest homes in Beverly Hills to some of the most important people in town.

While he undressed, he made polite talk with me, asking me about my past, friends, family. I answered him back as politely as he asked, though I could not help but steal gazes about the magnificent room I was in, with it's marble fireplace and rather Gothic furnishings; the bed alone was like something out of a movie, a four poster monolith with acres of pillows and luxurious sheets and blankets.

"Make yourself comfortable, Walt", he said now fully undressed, his cock standing straight up. Once again I marveled over this man's physique. He caught me staring at his body and he smiled brightly, his deep cultured voice (which sounded like Richard Burton's -- but without the British accent) boomed through the cavern like bedroom, "It's in the genes. My father is still alive, he's 91, my great grandfather died when he was 99. He looked twenty years younger when he passed," And then he assumed a boxers pose and told me that he was the golden gloves champ in 1948. Finally he paused and folded his arms and studied me for a minute and said,

"You remind me of an old buddy of mine...a fellow I served with in Korea...we, were.", he paused for a second searching for the word, "lovers. That's what they call it today, don't they? Of course back in 52, you never acknowledged anything like that, no sir, that would not only get you tossed out of the Army, it would have ruined your life," he paused again and sat next to me and gently stroked my hair, "Dear god, it's frightening how much you look like Nicky".

And then he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. It was a deep, sensual kiss and I returned it to him and then put my arms around him. He held me and lay his head on my chest and I whispered to him, "Tell me about Nicky, what happened?"

He pulled back for a second, his face suddenly looking old and haggard and said, "He died right after the war. Hung himself. He could not handle it...being a homosexual."

I told him I was sorry and he said, "We were together for three beautiful years...after he died I left Kansas and came out here and through myself into work."

Then he kissed me again and we fell into that massive bed of his and we made love. Yes, that's what it was. This was not a normal fuck-for-pay scene, no, Mr. Harris was a gentle and generous lover, concerned with my pleasure as much as his own...that said we worked up a good sweat and frankly, I felt like I was with a young hale man...when he finally had his orgasm he held me tightly and said in that beautiful voice of his, "Nicky, dear god, Nicky..." and I held him until he became still and kissed him gently .

Somewhere, I felt my heart breaking in sympathy for this very wealthy, very lonely man.

When we were through, Mr. Harris asked me if I could stay a bit longer. I agreed, I had no pressing engagements.

We played an intense tennis match (he beat the pants off me) and later on, swam in his pool...all the while, he told me stories of his life, of his wife (who lived in another home a few miles away) of his two sons (also successful realtors). I learned how he hid behind the mask of heterosexuality and how he took his frustration over that by being a cut throat business man.

As the sun went down, we sat on the terrace and sipped some cocktails that his butler had brought out. Over cigarettes (which he produced from a small gold case) we talked some more and then he asked me if we could have "one more for the road".

This time we retired to his pool house, and stripped down quickly. I pushed him down on the small sofa in the room and began sucking on his cock while he held my head down. He called me his beautiful angel, and I looked up for a second from his dick and winked at him and then went back at it.

We switched around to a sixty-nine position and sucked each other off. I had not realized how big his member was until he began ramming my throat making me gag a few times. He paused and pulled off my cock for a second and teasingly said in his deep voice, "Come on son, can't you take this old man?" and he smacked my ass playfully and went back to going down on me...

He fucked me gently while I lay with my legs up and resting on his shoulders. He never took his eyes off me while banging me and when I reached up for his nipples and flicked them, he let out a loud sigh and shot his load ... when he was through, he kissed me and then said, "Now just relax and let daddy drive" and he proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had.

Mr. Harris gave me three hundred dollars as well as his card, he jotted down, what he said, was his private number, and as he walked me out to my car, he gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks Walt, you brought Nicky back for the day".

I smiled and waved from the car and drove back to Burbank.

For some reason, I felt like crying.

2: A Phone Call From New Jersey

I got home and found Aaron pacing the living room. When he saw me enter, he ran up to me with a wild look and grabbed my arms and said, "Your mother has been calling here all afternoon".

I felt my heart sink, a phone call from home could not be good news.

"What did you tell her?" I asked.

"Well, I told her you were at work." And then he blurted out, "Your father's had a heart-attack, your mother told me that the doctor thinks he'll be alright but..."

Everything else was just white noise.

Somehow I called home and managed to stay composed while I talked to my brother who said that mom was at the hospital, he told me that I'd better get home quick. I called the hospital and got my mother. She said that dad was resting and then she began crying.

"Ma, I'll be home on the next flight".

I hung up the phone and saw Aaron standing in the doorway looking at me, his hair hung in his eyes as he said, "I have a connection at TWA, he's a client, I'll call him, he'll take care of everything...

Again, everything was just more white noise.

Things blurred...I made it down to the bank just before closing and cashed in my account. I had fifteen thousand in the account...when I got back to Aaron's I put two thousand on the sink in his bathroom, he deserved this...another call came, a limo was picking me up for a flight that was going to leave at 9:30. It was 6:30...I packed, Aaron helped me silently...and when we finished he said, "Will you come back?"

I said nothing.

He put his arms around me and softly said, "I'm so sorry, brother. But I love you, and don't want to lose you".

"Aaron, you know how I feel", I said putting my suitcase in the hallway, "but I don't know what's going to happen, I mean what if he dies?"

He took me in his arms and while I expected to collapse in tears and exhaustion, instead we tore at each other's clothes because, both of us knew, no matter what, we'd never see each other again...

3: The Final Fuck


He held me firm, pointing his enormous cock at my mouth, "Suck it!" he demanded and I opened my mouth and Aaron shoved himself in and I fell on to the floor and he fucked my face while I gagged and coughed, it didn't seem to matter to either of us, I just wanted to swallow his cock and just stay where I was on the hallway floor of that house in Burbank...and then he took his cock out and smacked my face with it and then shoved it back into my mouth and I sucked it until he began screaming my name, not Walt, but my real name, and then I tossed him off of me and grabbed him by his hair and shoved him down on my dick and pulled him on to it and he sucked with a greedy ferocity like he was lapping at a fountain after forty days in the desert...

I don't recall when, but we ended up in the bed room. Aaron mounted me while I lay on my belly and fucked me. Like always when he fucked me, he sent me to another place, and in spite of everything, I felt myself getting lost, as has cock went in deeper, harder and faster, I knew one thing, I was crying, just like the first time with him, he'd brought me to tears; and like the first time, these were not tears of pain, but of joy...yes, but they were mixed with tears of sadness, sadness for my father, sadness for this wild chapter of my life which was about to come to an end...

He tried, and he almost managed to fuck the sorrow out of me, he slapped my ass and revealed a manic, aggressive side that I'd never seen before...ah Christ but he rode me like a race horse that night and I needed it.

When he pulled out, he rolled over quickly and we were locked in an embrace, kissing each other and this time, I saw tears in his eyes and this made me love him even more. Then he said, "Bang me brother, hard, make me remember it!"

I went for his ass, and started by giving him a couple of good hard smacks, every time I did, he said, "More! Harder!" Then I spit on my hand and started finger fucking his ass, playing with his tight hole, stretching it and using him like a puppet, like he'd done to me on our first night together, and when I could take it no more, I shoved my cock in him and he cried out my name and I closed my eyes and I cried out also, only it was a howl that was borne of sadness and loss and lust and I shot my load up his ass and my entire body seized up in pleasure spasms and I kept howling and he kept calling out my name and finally, Aaron came and we continued on the bed, wallowing in our spilled seed, wet with sweat and cum and finally, for one last time, we kissed and it was the most bittersweet kiss I'd ever experienced.

4: Say Goodbye To Hollywood

I washed up and dressed and before I had time to say anything else to him, the limo was waiting. I grabbed the suitcase and turned, he was sitting on the bed naked, smoking a joint. I raised my hand and he flashed me the peace sign, his eyes still wet with tears.

I turned and dashed out the door.

Aaron's friend had arranged passage in first class.

When the jet took off, I closed my eyes and, like a film, I rewound the last few months in my mind...the gorillas, the movie star and his party, The Werewolf, The Game Show Host, The Photographer from Palm Springs, The back alley sex, The Barracuda, the dunes, the warm California Sun, Mr. Harris...Aaron, my dear sweet, Aaron...had it all really happened?

I opened my eyes, back to reality, back to New Jersey, back to 1977.

I wondered how my father was doing.

They announced that a film would be shown on our flight. The movie star whose house I had been in was starring in this film. I deferred the headphones and flicked through an old copy of Time Magazine and read a story about Jimmy Carter.

When they turned on the smoking sign, I reached into my pocket to grab a cigarette, something fell out ...an envelope that said "Walt" on it in Aaron's handwriting. I looked at the envelope and sighed and shoved it back in to my pocket.

I'd read his letter another day...

THE END

Lost in Babylon (part 5)

1: The Werewolf of Topanga Canyon

I'd met him at the Movie-star's house on that fateful night; the same night I'd met Aaron. His name was Lucas Steele and he was one of those behind the scenes guys, he worked for a large movie studio as a script consultant...he explained it to me this way, he said, "They give me crappy movie scripts and I punch them up, make them, or at least I try to make them, better."

He was telling me this while I was lying next to him in his bed in his rather rustic home in Topanga canyon.

"Look, " he said reaching for a pile of scripts that sat on the bedside table, "Here's an example. Do you think anyone is going to want to see a movie about a race car driver?" He handed me a dog-eared script and I remember marveling over how all the pages were held together by staples, like a rather large book report a high-school student might turn in for a senior year assignment. I paged through it and noticed the coffee stains and the amount of notations made in the columns in red ink...

"Nope, no one, but if fucking Burt Reynolds says he wants to make a movie about a race car driver, the studio drops a million and there you go. Now it's up to me to salvage this fucking piece of garbage and give it some sense of coherence".

Late afternoon sunlight lit his handsome face. Natural blond highlights ran through his thick head of hair, his beard was dark, as dark as his intense eyes. His body was carpeted with a fine rug of fur...he looked like a werewolf.

He continued talking as I put the script down on the floor next to the bed and said to him, "Mr. Steele, you seem tense, can I help you?", and then i let my hand fall to his cock which I gently stroked.

He smiled and his teeth were white and blinding (come to think of it, everyone in Hollywood had impossibly bright smiles), "Right you are...so uh, would you mind sucking my cock?"

His request was so polite, it really made him more endearing.

I went down on him and sucked him off to an orgasm. I let him come in my mouth and swallowed him.

Later on, after I had used his bathroom to clean up, he met me in his living room and offered me a cup of coffee. I accepted and sat on the sofa. On the coffee table was a fifty dollar bill, "That's for you, Walt. Thanks, I really needed a little roll." I smiled and wondered why a handsome, successful guy like this had to pay for it. And as I shoved the money into my pocket he said, "Listen, If you ever get tired of hustling, well I could...that is, I would love to hire you exclusively as a sort of personal assistant. You could live here with me, I have a guest room and a pool", he paused and I saw that he was actually blushing and once more I found him endearing, and then he continued, "and if not, well that's cool also."

I got up from the sofa and said goodbye and I was heading for the door he added one more thing, "Oh and Walt, even if you don't take me up on my offer; at least get out of this racket you're in...you seem to have a brain. Maybe you can make something of yourself..."

The whole ride back to Burbank in Aaron's VW Beetle, the werewolf's words echoed in my head. Truth be told, his advice was the most intelligent I'd heard anyone say since I got here...so of course, I paid it no heed.

2: Fucking The Days Away For Pay
Time seemed to be flying away in California...every day there were more parties to attend, or private engagements, and of course street hustling...I was getting damned good at it...my cock would rise for anyone at any time provided money was involved. Like the time this woman picked me up (a first!) on Sunset Blvd. and asked if I would come home with her, she offered me 150.00 if I would fuck her husband while she watched. That was, by far, the kinkiest thing anyone ever asked me to do. I agreed and when we pulled into the drive way of her swanky home in Bel Air she said, "Promise one thing", as she handed me a wad of cash, "Promise me that you'll make him scream in pain...that's all I ask". I figured we had some kind of marriage melt down going on here, or a humiliation scene. Whatever, when I walked into the bed room and saw her fat sack of a husband, I closed my eyes, thought of the money and fucked him until he, begged, actually begged, me for mercy; and all the while, his wife sat silently on a chair across the room smoking cigarettes. When we were done, and she was driving me back to Sunset she gave me another fifty and said, "That was just what he needed"... And then there was the time we went back to the Movie-Star's mansion up on Mulholland and, just like before, Aaron and I were summoned to his bedroom, and just like before there was some guy on his knees giving the Movie-Star head; but this time, I recognized the guy blowing him, it was that beautiful young actor who specialized in playing sensitive young men...The Movie Star had us double fuck the beautiful young actor while he jerked off on his bed. This time, though Aaron and I both got off and the beautiful young actor, later on, asked for our phone numbers...

3: Aaron the Anchor
The only sex I was still enjoying was with Aaron. We'd get it on at least twice a day, and every time it was great...what sealed it, was that Aaron and I had fallen for each other in a big way. I mean, we were crazy in love and I think it scared the both of us to some extent. But more often than not, we acted as stabilizing forces in each other's lives. Anchors in reality so that we'd not drift to far off into a sea of insanity.

For this short, but wild time, I found myself happy, in love, and financially secure. Not a bad deal for a 19 year old punk . I never wanted 1977 to end!

4: The Palm Springs Fuck Fest

It was the first Saturday in December when Aaron and I were invited to a house in Palm Springs. It seemed that this businessman from the East Coast had rented a home in the dessert and wanted to fill it with horny young men for the weekend. According to what we were told, the client was just going to watch and maybe take some pictures as we fucked around and had total run of his rented palace. Aaron told me that we were all going to be paid two hundred a piece, as well as have free food and drink for the entire weekend.

It was maybe ten degree's warmer in Palm Springs so it felt like late summer when we arrived on Saturday morning. The house was a sprawling rancher that was surrounded by a high wrought iron gate on all sides. The parking lot was filled with cars in various stages of disrepair, it was obvious that whomever was inside were not A-list celebrities.

The businessman, a jowly fifty-something-year-old, greeted us at the front door. He wore Bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, while around his neck, a Yashica MG 1 camera hung. He shook our hands and said, "Make yourself at home boys, come on in and meet the others"... Once inside we saw many familiar faces; most of the hustlers that I'd met at the first party at the Movie-Star's house were there. A few guys I did not know, but it was all good as I gazed upon the pretty young men...already there was some action going on as a couple of guys were fucking each other by the fireplace and blow-jobs were being given by a a redhead with a peace sign tattooed on his left pec...but most of the others were standing around talking, the smell of marijuana heavy in the air and the golden desert sun illuminating everyone and everything streamed in through the open windows. This was sexual paradise.

Aaron and I took everything but our briefs off. We both wore virginal white BVD's, fresh from the package this morning, and then folded our shirts and jeans and put them on a bureau by the front door. As we made our way through the guest, back slaps and salutations were shouted. A cute little blond came our way and offered us a toke of a joint he was smoking. The kid looked to be about fifteen with his doe eyes and flawless skin. He wasn't wearing anything and I caught site of his cock which looked to be the size of a small long range missile, later on Aaron told me that the kid was known as, "The Tripod" because of the size of his member. I was shocked to find out that he was actually twenty seven!

Feeling mellow and aroused after the joint, we joined a couple of guys who were fucking. It's funny how you do what's expected of you when your are sexing for bucks; everyone knew this was just a show and that we were all just playing a part. Anyway, Aaron sidled up to me and said, "Ready to earn some money?" I nodded my head and followed his lead...the fuckers were near the fireplace, the tall one with the smirk on his face was robotically banging the darker one, the one who seemed stoned and slightly removed from it all. Aaron stood behind the fucker and began feeling up his ass he motioned me over and we both began massaging the top guy's bony butt. Just then the businessman showed up and said, "Don't mind me fellows, just have at it", and he began shooting pictures. Somewhere, in the deepest recess of my brain, I heard a voice say, Wouldn't it be funny if these pictures show up someday and your family sees them...I shook my head and focused on the task at hand, and got in front of the guy who was being fucked. Releasing my cock from my briefs I unceremoniously shoved my dick into his mouth and he began sucking me off. Meanwhile, Aaron pulled the robot fucker away from his quest and took over, seriously pounding the bottom boy. Soon we were surrounded by the others but I just kept looking over at Aaron who would smile and wink at me while we went at it...all the while the sound of a camera clicked away...

Later on I found myself on the sofa while this guy named, Elliot, was kneeling in front of me sucking my cock...he was good and I found myself enjoying it...directly across from me, Aaron was being serviced by another guy, again we made eye contact and again he smiled and winked my anchor...and then I heard the camera clicking again.

Led Zeppelin's Cashmere was playing in the house, while a group of us had made our way to the deck outside. Blankets were spread and Aaron and I joined three other guys who were making out . We shared a joint first and then fell into each other's arms...the pot and the heat had my head swimming and my cock so hard I thought it might burst. The arms, legs, and chests of the others were dripping with sweat. Someone was fingering my asshole while someone else was kissing me... I went with it ... then Aaron was in front of me, his cock in my face, I began sucking it while someone came up from behind and began pinching my nipples...then we all shifted and I was flat on my back while the guys were all feeling me up, their fingers, in unison, worming into my tight ass...I kept stroking my cock while they manhandled me. I turned and saw Aaron, his head of blond hair tousled from the desert wind, his biceps bulging while playing with my ass...one of them leaned down and bit my left nipple...I might have had seven or eight fingers in me when I shot my load straight up...one of the guys rubbed some of my semen on to his chest and we shifted again, and two guys began fucking while the rest of us knelt in front of them, working our cocks and then Aaron leaned over and kissed me and I surprised myself by shooting again, and that seemed to set off a chain reaction of cum until all of us were spent and collapsed on top of each other in a pile. And when I finally turned I saw the businessman with his camera clicking away.

And it went on like this for the entire weekend...you'd fuck, get off, wash up, eat something or drink something, maybe take a nap, then take a shower and start all over again...the businessman and his camera never far behind.

So on Sunday night as we were getting ready to leave, Aaron told me to call the businessman over and ask for our pay. He said he wanted me to distract him for at least ten minutes, but he would not tell me why.

I found him in the kitchen, for the first time in days, his camera was not around his neck, and I told him we were leaving. He smiled and handed me an envelope and then turned back to the sink and I said, "Well, I wanted to thank you for a good time." He smiled again, and in the kitchen, under the neon light, I saw how homely he really was, but I stayed cool, "Why not let me give you a blow job, no charge". The man flushed red and said, "Really?"

I got into his space and moved him until his back was to the refrigerator and he giggled like a school girl as I reached for his crotch...

Just then Aaron popped his head into the kitchen and yelled out, "Walt, come on man, let's get a move on!"

I pretended to be disappointed and said, "Sorry, man maybe next time..." and ran from the kitchen.

In the car, I noticed that Aaron had a towel under his arm that was plainly concealing something. He threw me the keys and said, "Floor it dude!"

We pulled over an hour later and he showed me what was wrapped up in the towel. It was the businessman's camera and about ten rolls of film. We got out of the car and tossed the film cartridges into a ditch just off the highway and then smashed the camera and tossed it into the ditch. We stood for a moment taking in the bare landscape watching the sun go down, and Aaron turned to me and smiled and said, "Well, do you want our pictures showing up in a porn rag?" I laughed good and long and then we headed back to the car...

END PART 5

Lost in Babylon (part four)

1: Sugar Baby Love

We were at the beach ... mid November, the temperature a balmy 82 degrees, and Aaron and I spent the early afternoon sun bathing and swimming the warm waters of the Pacific in Malibu.

Frankly, I'd never seen a shore line as beautiful as this one. In Jersey we had our beaches, our Wildwoods, our Long Beach Islands, our Atlantic and Ocean Cities ... but this was something else, this was paradise complete with palm trees, and tanned beautiful people and sand dunes ... oh man the sand dunes...

Around three-o-clock or so, the both of us pretty baked by the warm California sun, and the smell of coco butter hanging heavy, Aaron, who was lying on a blanket next to me said, "Want to go find a dune and fuck?" I was shocked for a second and said, "But won't some one see?" He smiled his crooked mischievous grin and said, "Walt, trust me, I know a couple of spots", and with in a few minutes we were packed up heading to a secluded place that was hidden by three foot tall grass and a bramble of palm trees.

We parked Aaron's car, his old V.W. van, behind a tangle-wood of flora and slipped our swim trunks off and immediately began making out. The radio played softly; "That's The Way I Like It"... no argument there, and then Aaron pulled the rear door down, spread the blanket across it and said, "Come on Jersey boy, let me fuck the melancholy right our of you!" And god almighty, did he ever.

Aaron must have noticed the look on my face the past few days, as much as I hated to admit it, I was feeling a bit homesick - But, with his cock up my ass, the sun beating down on me, the music of the Eagles playing now, the warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air, all thoughts of the Garden State were washed away...after he came, shooting his load up my ass, I said, "OK golden boy, let me show you how we do it East Coast style," and I pushed him down and mounted him and fucked him till I climaxed, "Dreamboat Annie" by Heart softly serenading us...

We stayed on the blanket kissing for awhile, and he said to me, "Bro, I can't tell you how much I am enjoying this ... this relationship we've stumbled into."

"It is kind of neat", I said stretching and tousling his hair.

"Neat? Who are you, Annie Hall?" He said roaring with laughter.

"Fuck you, Alvy", I said poking him playfully in the ribs ... and then we kissed once more before we sat up, threw our trunks back on and got back into the car.

As we headed back to Burbank, the sun starting to set, that old song, "Sugar Baby Love" was playing on K-ROCK.

I remember thinking clearly, "Fuck New Jersey" at that moment.

2: Meanwhile

I had opened up a savings account at a small savings and loan on Alameda Avenue in Burbank and in the matter of about three weeks, I had close to two thousand stashed away .... more than I'd ever had in my young life ... sucking and fucking for dollars was a lucrative way to make money I was discovering. I also gave Aaron cash to help with the rent and food and, for the first time in my life, I felt like I had some kind of control over things.

And California was a dream land...a land of potential and fantasy, the land of sex and money...

We had a routine; Mondays and Tuesdays were off days, no hustling on these days...we'd go on road trips or sometimes just lay around the house get stoned and have sex...Wednesdays and Thursdays we'd hit the corners in downtown Hollywood and do some old school hustling; this is where we made some quick easy money. The weekends were were for appointments and private parties, we'd make most of our loot over a weekend.

Yes, the Milkman's Baby had found a way to make a living doing something he was really good at.

3: Barracuda

One morning, Aaron told me that there was this record producer in Laurel Canyon that was interested in a little one on one session with me. "He saw you at the party at the movie-star's house and has been asking around. You game?" I smiled and asked, "What's it pay?"

"That's the spirit", he said handing me the phone and a slip of paper with a number jotted down on it.

*

As I drove Lookout Mountain Ave, I got to thinking about the rock stars that lived in this area...I wondered if I'd see Joni Mitchell or maybe Frank Zappa.

The afternoon was warm, and I noted that the sun seemed particularly bright in this part of L.A.; it was as if the smog never made it to The Canyon.

Per the directions I'd received, I drove up another little side street, and pulled into the driveway of a sprawling rancher. The front gate was opened as I was told it would be. I pulled the van up behind an electric blue Sting Ray and parked, took a deep breath and said out loud, "What the fuck am I doing here?", laughed it off and remembered what Aaron, my mentor and lover had said over and over, "Remember dude, you are in control. These guys are paying you." With that mantra firmly implanted, I disembarked the van and walked to the front door of the house...the smell of pine hung heavy in the air reminding me of home for some reason.

The Record Producer answered the door and I was instantly shocked at how young he appeared. He might have been no more than twenty five or thirty, tops. He had dark hair, and a boyish face and smiled brightly as he greeted me, "And you must be Walt," he said ushering me into his home, "Come in you hot piece of ass, come in."

He handed me a joint and said, "Take your clothes off, OK?" I did as I was asked and watched as he did the same. His body was flawless, though my eye was drawn to his left thigh that was emblazoned with a tattoo of a cross. He asked if I liked his tattoo, and I nodded. "It was a gift for my wife, we both got tattoos when we married instead of exchanging rings", he stopped and sighed for a second, "Yeah, somewhere is a castrating bitch with a crucifix on her thigh, I pity the guy who makes it's acquaintance", and then he laughed and said, "Come on, let me show you around."

The house was big with lots of rooms and windows that let in natural light. It appeared that The Record Producer lived here alone. He showed me into his studio and my mouth dropped as I saw dozens of photographs of well known rock stars that lined the wall just left of the huge mixing board; here were photos of my host and Roger Daltrey, and Mick Jagger, and Grace Slick, as well as various other singers, most of them could be heard on the radio these days...as I stood examining the photos, he went to the sound board and flicked a couple of switches and some unfamiliar music began booming through the room, "These are some tapes of the next Stone's album, Mick dropped them off for me to hear." I nodded my head and before I could do or say anything else, he took me by the hand and lead me on out of the studio, down the hall to the entrance to his patio.

He lit that joint that he'd given me earlier with a pack of matches that sat on a small table by the door at the mouth of the garden. We both took a few healthy hits until he butted it out, and moved in close and said, "You are one beautiful fucker, you know that, don't you?" I think I might have blushed, but I tried to remain cool...whatever the case, his sweet talking was making my cock rise to the occasion and then he said, "If you let me fuck you, I'll give you five hundred".

I nodded, remaining cool but my heart leaped, five hundred! To get fucked by this stud, bring it on! I had no time to answer as he moved in close and said, "So can I kiss you, or don't you like that?" I said, "For five hundred, I'll kiss your wife" he smiled and said, "Oh and a sense of humor" and then we kissed.

After we kissed, he directed me down to his chest and asked me to chew on his nipples, "Bite 'em baby, suck them raw..." he said in a low tone. I clamped down on his left tit and bit at it and he let out a throaty groan and said, "Oh you fucking slut, you are going to pay for that..." Then I moved to his right nipple and did the same and pushed at the back of my head and said, "Fucker, sweet fucker, I am going to nail you so hard...keep at it, bitch".

After I made his chest sore, he pushed me down to his cock. It was uncircumcised and pretty big. It bent slightly to the right was as hard and firm as granite..."Work for your money, cock-sucker", he said as he pushed me to my knees and I happily gave him what he wanted, sucking his rod, bringing my hands around to his ass, pushing him further into my mouth. My hands on his ass, which was a hard as stone, I let a finger slip up his crack and when he felt that he roared, "Oh you little fucker, oh man, you fucking cock-sucker" ... for a moment I wondered if his neighbors might hear, but then again, that music from the studio was still blasting and if that did not bother them, surely some obscenities uttered in the heat of the moment would not... I just kept sucking the huge bent cock of The Record Producer and kept thinking of how much I was going to make for this performance.

My jaw was sore when he finally pulled me off his cock and he pushed me onto a huge lounge chair and said, "Time to get fucked, slut". I raised my ass and said, "So what the fuck are you waiting for?" He met that remark by spitting on my ass and giving me a good hard slap that actually echoed off the patio walls. I let out a yelp of surprise and pain (but you know I was digging it) and then while I lay flat on my belly, The Record Producer mounted me and proceeded to fuck me raw.

No exaggerating here, this was not love, there was no tenderness, this was an animal fuck, pure and simple, and The Record Producer was using me to get off and I was nothing more than a prop for the bastard. Every time I thought he could not possibly hurt me more with his lightening quick speed, he did. He was crushing me while he fucked me. His cock felt like a baseball bat up my ass and I started crying out, not for effect, but because this mother fucker was killing me...at one point he reached under me and started pinching my tits and in a way,that was good, because it kind of worked as a counter irritant to the fucking.

"See what happens to sluts who shake their asses around guys?" he said, his voice crazed with lust and anger.

I bit down at the chair's cushion and called him a mother fucker and he laughed and slapped my ass and somehow, someway, managed to go in deeper and I felt that I might scream so I buried my face in the cushion and thought about the money...and then I heard a dog barking somewhere off in the distance it sounded like a mad dog...The Record Producer was howling, saying something about being god, I figured that this guy was a major nut case and finally he shut up, pulled his cock out of my ass and shot a huge sticky load on my sweat covered back.

When he was through he dashed back in side for a minute, I sat up, sore and slimy and somewhat disoriented and then he appeared with my clothes tossing them at me, "Your money is in your pants pocket, you can use the shower in the pool house if you want...just leave by the back gate". He turned to go back inside and stopped for a second and said, "Oh, yeah your ass is pretty tight, so if you want to make few more bucks call me next Thursday, see ya" and he walked back into the house and I made my way to the shower.

After I was clean, I counted the money and there it was. Five one hundred dollar bills. I dressed and made my way back to the van and headed out back to Burbank, richer and sorer thanks to that fucking barracuda in Laurel Canyon.

Lost in Babylon (part three)

1: T.C.B.

I called my family first. Speaking with my mother, I told her that I was going to be staying in California a bit longer than I'd expected...she asked a lot of questions, I lied and told her that I just needed some more time ... she surprised me when she said, "Darling, I don't know what your up too, and maybe I really don't want to know. Just be careful and stay in touch; and after you get this, whatever it is, out of your system, just come home ... no questions."

I hung up thankful that I had such an understanding parent, but saturated with guilt that I had to lie to her ... however I could not tell her that her son had taken up with a street hustler.

I called Chris next. We talked for about an hour and he told me that he'd heard about me and Stu. I told him that I was having a ball out west, leaving out the sordid details for now, and he laughed and said, "Call me when you you get back east ... you know you'll be back."

And that was that. New Jersey was, for all intent and purposes, squared away and I was a free man in Burbank.

2: The Job of Sex / Bless Me Father

One morning after we'd smoked a bowl of hash and fucked, Aaron asked if I wanted to earn some money... I was very hesitant, because I knew what it would entail. And frankly, the more I thought of fucking for money, the less I was game. It's one thing to stumble into a situation, but it's a whole other ball game to go at it willingly. So I took a rain-check on his offer and hit the streets looking for some legitimate work.

For three days, I answered every ad in the paper I could find and the best I came up with was a gig at a little record shop off of Sunset Blvd that would pay me the mind-numbingly-outrageous amount of two dollars and thirty cents an hour. What could I do? I took the job.

I moved into Aaron's the day I got the job. That is, I brought my suitcase and duffel bag from the hotel over.

My first week at The Wax Stax, after working almost 70 hours in total, I came home with a paycheck in the amount of 140.00 dollars - no overtime, no benefits - Christ, not even a discount at the store itself.

"You ready to earn some real cash?" Aaron asked over dinner that night.

Reluctantly, I nodded my head.

For the next few days, Aaron tutored me on the fine art of hustling; The Job of Sex, is what he called it. I told him that I was not using my real name, and he agreed, "Don't worry dude, you'll always be Walt". We went shopping one day, and Aaron picked out some jeans, one size smaller than I wore, as well as some form fitting shirts, underwear and even sneakers, "Think of these as your work clothes", he said as we strolled out of the small shop on Hollywood Blvd.

Our first gig, I soon discovered, was one of Aaron's regulars; a catholic priest from a parish in Glendale. "This is as an easy hundred for the both of us, and you won't have to do much more than watch ... see, he likes to give me head while someone is watching," he said going through his closet pulling out some shirts and pants, "I usually give one of the guys a call for this, but fuck 'em, we're a team, dude." He paused for a moment as he tossed me a crisp white shirt and a pair of black slacks, "I think we wear about the same size ... try these on".

A few moments later I was dressed like I was going to a funeral; conservative clothes with a black sports coat and tie. I noted that the pants fit a bit snug and Aaron told me to forgo underwear, so I pretty much looked like the pants were painted on me.

I paced the living room waiting and Aaron came out in the same get up, he looked like a young wall-street banker type. I told him I was really nervous and he reached into his jacket pocket and came close to me and whispered, "I figured as much, swallow this." and with that he placed a half a pill on my tongue which I accepted, "Half a lude, mellows you out some but it it'll keep your cock going..."

"Feed your head, " I said following him to the door.

The lude kicked in about ten minutes later as we drove to Glendale. I felt my anxiety melting away as Aaron told me the set up. I was to sit on the sofa and watch him blowing Father Horny, when the priest looked my way, I was to whip out my cock and start jerking off. Later on, we'd probably both have to stand over his holiness and cum on him while he lay on the floor jerking off. I almost laughed at the business like way he described the scenario. But as mellow as I felt, and as ludicrous and surreal everything seemed to be; I was sporting a major hard-on.

And so we showed up at a small apartment about a block from the church that Father Horny was affiliated with. The priest, a middle-aged man, shocked me when he answered the door in his cassock and collar. He smiled beatifically when he caught a glimpse of Aaron and managed the same smile when he was introduced to me...we were then ushered in to a living room and offered iced tea. Taking a cue from my partner in crime, I accepted some, it was weak and very sweet. As we sat and drank, the priest drew the drapes and went over to the landing by the steps that led to the second floor of his apartment and said, "Walt, do you want to watch as I take communion from Aaron?"

"Yes, father, I do", I said a bit to respectfully, all things considered, and once again found myself trying to stifle a laugh.

The priest undid Aaron's shirt and tossed it aside and then led him to the stair well where he had Aaron stand on the third or fourth step and then he got on his knees in front of him and began sucking and I heard Aaron, ever the professional, say softly, "Take this son, this is my body" and he looked my way and gave me a wink while Father Horny sucked away... I noticed how beautiful Aaron looked in the diffused light that filtered in through the drawn curtains...and then the priest paused and wiped at his lips and looked my way. This was my cue, so I undid my zipper and let my dick pop out, and slowly began massaging it for the benefit of the man of the cloth...once more Aaron caught my eye and winked his approval.

It went on at the stairway for about five minutes and then the priest rose and motioned for me to get up. He said, "Take your shirt off and stand here." So I stood in the middle of the living room and Aaron stood across from me while the priest lay on the floor and hitched up his robe, revealing a pasty white body and a very small dick. I did my best not lose my hard-on considering what I was seeing and stood over him jacking off. Luckily Father Horny kept his eyes closed and I jerked-off looking at Aaron who was jerking off looking at me... we managed to have our orgasms almost at the same time, and as our juice spilt on to the man in black, he did the same and shot his own seed into the air .

When it was over the priest remained on the floor and pointed to a small table by the door where an envelope waited. "Go", he said keeping his eyes closed. So we grabbed our shirts and jackets, zipped up and then headed out; Aaron snatching the envelope behind me...

I began laughing when I got into the car as Aaron said, "Check this out", showing me that the our payment was in was one of the church's donation envelopes. Two crumpled one hundred dollar bills were inside as well as a mass card ... Aaron tossed the mass card out the window and handed me my cut saying, "See, I told you it would be easy!" Then he turned on his radio and we sped away, Fleetwood Mac's "Gold Dust Woman" serving as our get away soundtrack...

We drove about three blocks, flush with excitement and Aaron pulled the Volkswagen down a little side street and parked and looked at me, his smile as bright and dazzling as that California sun, he said, "Dude! You are gonna' be so good at this", and he leaned over and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. My head spun and when he pulled back he said, "OK, tonight we hit the town and drum up some business...me and you, dude! The Glimmer Twins!"

I laughed, and said, "Just like Keith and Mick."

"Something like that", he said as he shifted gears and peeled back out on to the highway...

3: Down The Rabbit Hole

We drove down Sunset Blvd at dusk, the street was glowing all neon reds and purples. Another half a lude was doing it's work on me and once more I found myself at that stage of blessed calm mixed with extra arousal. It was a very warm night, almost eighty degrees after the sun went down...I knew that right now, back home in Jersey, it was cold and raining. Could I ever go back to that when now I was in the land of sex and money and warmth?

Aaron parked the V.W. behind an old warehouse and we got out and hit the streets. We both wore impossibly tight Levi's. Aaron wore a faded Bicentennial shirt that was cut at the waist revealing his taught little belly, and I wore a plain red t-shirt tucked in to my pants. Then we found a corner near an all night deli and stood near the phone both and waited to be cruised by lonely, horny men...this was what Aaron meant when he said we would be "Drumming up business".

On the corner he repeated his safety rules to me; don't get into a car alone ... try and get the money up-front ... if you are getting bad vibes from a john, walk away... I kept a roll of quaters in my pocket, which I learned, would come in useful if you had to throw a punch with a little something extra behind it; funny, for all these warnings and cautions, I felt no fear.

A fat little man with broken glasses sided up to me that first night and asked, "How much to suck you off?" I told him and he nodded his head and we walked over to the alley. I could still see Aaron from my vantage point as I stood propped up against a brick wall, a dumpster hiding me and the man from prying eyes . Before he went down on his knees I said, "Money". And he smiled nervously and said, "Of course", and shoved a handful of cash at me which I flicked through and then put in my pocket. The man got down on his knees and I undid my pants and let him go at it. As I remember it, he was pretty good at cock-sucking and I surprised myself by shooting my load into his mouth. When we were done the man wiped at his lips with a hanky and said, "Thank you" and then disappeared into the night; and just like that, I made twenty five bucks...

...and that's how it went for the rest of the night, and for the next few nights. We'd work a different corner and mostly have guys suck our cocks...most nights we came home with a few hundred dollars between us ... one night this older man, he must have been almost seventy, invited us both to go back to his place, a little apartment he kept in North Hollywood and he paid us both two hundred a piece if he could jerk off while he watched us make out... another time we both took a limo ride with these two middle-aged men and gave them blow jobs while they discussed the stock market with each other; we pulled in three hundred for that gig, plus a couple of stock tips ...

Now don't get me wrong, it was not all cash and cum: one night this guy, a big tough looking bruiser, asked if he could fuck me, Aaron had already made a connection and was in a hotel down the street with his john, but I was feeling brave and told him if he had fifty bucks he could do what he wanted. The next thing I knew I was in another back alley getting fucked by the bruiser ... with the smallest cock I'd ever seen in my life. I wanted him to enjoy himself so I groaned and moaned and put on a good show. When he finished, he pulled out and came all over my back and as I turned around, I was met by his large ham sized fist; the son of a bitch sucker punched me, and as I lay on the ground he went for my pants saying, "Where's the money, faggot?" I was dazed at first, and I don't know what I was thinking but I managed to slam my left foot into his crotch, effectively dropping the bastard. As he lay on the ground cursing and holding his aching balls, I dressed quickly and then reached for his wallet and took out the contents, which was about three hundred bucks. I threw the empty billfold at him and kicked him once more, this time in the face and then ran faster than I had in my entire life until I got back to Aaron's car where I waited (that was our designated meet up spot - the car, we both had a set of keys for the bug so whomever was finished up for the night would hang out and wait for the other to get back)...When he finally did get back and he saw the bruise , just under my left eye, he got a look of panic on his face...until I told him what had happened, "You tough little, mother fucker!" He said wiping my face with a clean handkerchief, "you fucked him up and took his money!?!? Damn, remind me never to fuck with you!" we laughed as he drove the car back to the hotel where he still had an hour before check out. We both washed up and on our way back to the car I said, "Hey, I am so riled up tonight, let's go somewhere"...

...twenty minutes later we were at a disco on Santa Monica Blvd. We ordered a couple of beers and washed down a couple of tabs of MDMA and hit the dance floor and under the flashing lights and pulsating beat, we became like two whirling dervishes. The music, I remember, seemed to be coming from within, and we tore our shirts off and danced surrounded by other men doing the same; like some tribe of pagan revelers, and though I could feel my eye swelling shut, I felt so fucking great and every now and again, Aaron would come up to me, to my face, and kiss me, and the music seemed to grow louder, the thumping bass like my own heart beat, and when he put his arms around me and started slowly grinding, smashing his thighs up against mine so I could feel the pressure of his magnificent cock against me; every time he did this, I felt orgasmic waves ripple through me and when he leaned forward and yelled into my ear above the din, "Man, I want to fuck you so bad now..." I took his hand and lead him off the dance floor to somewhere, anywhere, that we might be able to get down to some serious action.

In the back of the club, was a room. Old sofas where strewn about as well as bodies; this was a place where men had anonymous couplings. We found an empty spot and took our clothes off and I lay on the couch and he mounted me, his beautiful hair flapping about his head while he fucked me, and once more I marveled over his expertise at what he did and the way he did it and he fucked me savagely and passionately while his sweat dripped off of his body on to mine and the heavy bass of the disco music from the other room, along with the drugs and alcohol that were coursing through my veins, lead me down a rabbit hole of pleasure -- and just before he came, he bent down, all the way so that he could kiss me and I could feel his juice shoot inside of me and our kiss was prolonged and it was followed by my orgasm. I came in buckets that only a nineteen year old punk, stoned out of his gourd can. And when I was done, and while I was trying catch my breath, he slid off of me and began licking the jizz from my chest and stomach. I watched him do this and realized that my cock was still hard, that I still yearned for more. And then he kissed me and I tasted him, and I tasted myself and I closed my eyes and thanked whatever obscene twist of fate had brought me to this place.

It was the most sincere prayer of thanks I had ever given in my young life.

END, PART THREE

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: