stereotype that had ever been invented. And Anderson couldn’t do enough to please him.
The lines of distinction regarding the dynamics of their relationship were clear
and concise. Anderson was always the one who went down on his knees or lifted his legs
in the air. Joey was always the alpha male in charge. So while they were still kissing,
Anderson reached down and grabbed Joey’s belt buckle. He slowly walked backwards,
toward the bed, pulling Joey’s belt. When they reached to foot of the bed, Anderson
stopped kissing and removed his boxer briefs so he’d be completely naked. Then he
climbed up on the foot of the bed, rested on his knees, and unfastened Joey’s pants.
When Joey’s pants dropped to his ankles, Anderson reached into the fly of Joey’s
boxer shorts and pulled out his erection. Joey had never been circumcised, and Anderson
never grew tired of sliding Joey’s foreskin back with his lips. He held Joey’s erection in
his palm and wet his lips. Before he opened his mouth, he looked up at Joey and said, “I
hope you’re not too tired. I know you worked hard tonight.” They had been a completely
monogamous couple for over a year by then. They’d both been tested for HIV and both
had been negative. There was no need for a condom, and this was one of the things that
Anderson liked most about being with a long-term partner.
Joey stepped forward and removed his shirt. He tossed the shirt on the floor and
said, “I’m never too tired for
this
.”
Anderson smiled, staring at Joey’s eight-inch erection. Most of the fun for
Anderson was pleasing Joey. He lowered his head and aligned it with Joey’s crotch. Then
he opened his mouth and pressed his lips on the tip of Joey’s penis. He braced his palms on the mattress for support and moved forward. When he felt Joey’s soft foreskin slide
back, the tip of his tongue touched the tip of Joey’s penis. Joey bucked his hips forward
until the head of his penis hit the back of Anderson’s throat.
Anderson had always been a natural at giving head; it was a rare gift. He knew
how to make them weak in the knees and beg for mercy without trying too hard. His face
never hurt, his tongue never got tired, and he never gagged. He knew how to suck hard
for a long time, and how to release pressure at the just right moment to prolong a
spectacular climax. Anderson could go down on a man for a minute, or he could go down
on a man for three hours without complaining once.
When Joey’s penis was inside his mouth, everything in his world seemed to fall
into place. All the fears he’d ever known—his obnoxious, irritating mother, and cold,
bitchy Harriet—didn’t matter anymore. He couldn’t have cared less about his modeling
career or working his body out at the gym. The only thing he cared about making Joey
feel wonderful, and he was pleasing himself at the same time.
Anderson remained at the foot of the bed for a long time, slowly bringing Joey to
the brink. When finally he tasted drops of pre-come and he knew Joey was edging, he
stopped sucking and said, “Take off all your clothes and get up on the bed. All you have
to do is lie there and close your eyes.”
Joey’s eyes glazed and his lips twitched. He pulled off his shoes and kicked his
pants across the room. He yanked off his boxer shorts and climbed onto the bed. Three
seconds later, he was flat on his back, with his hairy legs spread wide and his erection
sticking up at a ninety-degree angle. Anderson went to the foot of the bed between Joey’s legs. He rested his cheek on
Joey’s hairy right leg and slowly went forward until his lips were pressed against Joey’s
testicles. He stuck out his tongue and licked both, then his tongue slid up Joey’s shaft
until his lips were next to the head.
Joey closed his eyes and moaned. He threw his arms back over his head and
pointed his toes forward.
Anderson took Joey’s erection all the way to the back of his throat and started
sucking again. While he sucked, he jerked his own penis. Anderson knew it wouldn’t
take long this time. Joey was ready, and all Anderson had to do was create just enough
pressure to make Joey go off.
A few minutes later, Joey stretched out his legs and wiggled his feet. His mouth
opened wide and he grunted a few times. When he climaxed and his penis exploded
inside Anderson’s mouth, the upper half of his body jerked forward and he shouted,
“Ah…ah…ah,” with sudden, irregular jerks.
Anderson came a second later, with the tip of Joey’s erection against the back of
his throat. He came on Joey’s leg while he gulped and swallowed, taking every last drop
of Joey he could salvage. When he knew Joey was completely drained and he felt Joey’s
penis begin to shrink, Joey’s penis slipped from his mouth, he turned his head, and he
licked Joey’s leg clean.
Joey sat up and watched him. He caressed the top of Anderson’s head and said,
“You amaze me all the time. I think this was the best blow job you’ve ever given me. I
thought my balls were going to pop up into my stomach.” Anderson looked up at him and smiled. “You say that after every blow job I give
you.” His handsome face was red from bending over, his soft blond hair was messy, and
his lips were swollen from sucking. “You stay right where you are. I’ll go into the
bathroom and get a warm soapy rag.” He knew Joey liked it when he sponged his entire
body down after sex. It put Joey right to sleep.
But before he left, he went up and kissed Joey on the lips. “I love you so much,”
he said. “We’re going to have such good times in Hollywood.”
“I love you, too,” Joey said. His voice deepened and he caressed Anderson’s ass.
“You make it all worth while.”
Anderson frowned. “I only wish Harriet felt the same way,” he said. “I try so hard
with her and I can never win.”
“Don’t worry about her,” Joey assured him. “She’ll come around eventually. She
just needs to get to know you better, is all.” Then he slapped Anderson’s ass and said,
“And it doesn’t really matter what she thinks. She may be in charge of my career, but
she’s not in charge of my personal life or the fact that I’m madly in love with you.”
Anderson smiled and climbed off the bed. He walked slowly; he knew Joey was
watching his ass as he crossed the room.
Harriet had already known him for more than one year. He wondered how much
longer it would take before she trusted him.
Chapter Six
Harriet Delaney had always been a woman with a mission. In her case, the
mission was managing every aspect of her younger brother’s life. She’d raised Joey from
a baby, and she’d sacrificed for him just as if she’d been his own mother. She believed
the reason she was still single in her middle age was because Joey’s needs had always
come first.
But she had no regrets. Show business made her heart beat faster; she slept well
after nurturing Joey’s talents. She’d been lucky, too. If Joey had been a straight man she
would have had to deal with his girlfriends instead of his boyfriends. And with Joey’s
good looks, there would have been long lines of attractive, cunning women trying to
snatch him away from her and ruin his career. She learned quickly that gay men weren’t
much different than straight men. They didn’t try to stab her in the back when she wasn’t
looking and they believed everything she said. She’d always been able to handle Joey’s
boyfriends with little effort. Anderson was unusual, though, in the sense that he had been
around much longer than the others. But he was so simple minded, he posed no threats.
Harriet didn’t fly out to Hollywood with Joey and Anderson. She flew out two
days later. She told them she wanted to close up her apartment and tie up a few loose
ends in New York. Harriet owned her Brooklyn apartment, and she wasn’t subletting it to
anyone until she knew for certain that Joey’s TV series was a hit. Besides, there were a
few important contracts that needed to be signed in Bart Hasslet’s office. These were the
contracts that finalized the deal that had been made for Joey’s new TV series. The
contracts could have been sent to Hollywood. But Harriet said she preferred to look them over in Bart Hasslet’s office and sign them in person, with Bart in the room. As Joey’s
manager, she knew how to read contracts better than most lawyers or agents. And there
was always something that needed to be changed.
On the day Harriet left New York, a half hour before she went to Bart Hasslet’s
office to sign the contracts, she made one phone call. It was a phone call to a doctor. One
of the most important calls she’d made for Joey in a long time. Her stomach had been
turning all morning. She’d barely been able to finish her coffee. But she couldn’t avoid it
any longer.
When the nurse connected the call and the doctor was on the line, Harriet lit a
cigarette and said, “I’m going to need the name of a good doctor who can help me in
Hollywood.” She took a long drag from the cigarette and exhaled a stream of smoke
through her nostrils. Her voice was low, as if she were tired, but steady.
The doctor asked her how Joey was and she said, “He’s fine right now. But we
both know I can’t take any chances. I’m going to need someone I can depend upon on the
West Coast. I should have called sooner, but I was putting it off until the last minute.
Joey always seems so normal. It’s hard to face.”
She waited silently for a moment, taking long drags from her cigarette, twirling a
long chunk of hair next to her face. When the doctor returned to the phone, she wrote
down the name of a West Coast doctor and said, “Thank you. I’ll be in touch.” Then she
hung up the phone and stamped out her cigarette. She pressed her lips together and stared
at the ashtray, hoping Joey would have more time than his father had had. She just
wanted to see Joey’s new TV show become a success. She wanted to see Joey become a
huge star. He’d worked so hard to get this far. All she wanted for Joey was the very best. A half hour later, when Harriet arrived at Bart Hasslet’s office, Cody and Roy
were there. They were sitting on a sofa next to Bart’s desk. Though Harriet didn’t know
Cody well—she didn’t socialize with Joey or his annoying friends—he seemed more
animated than the other brief times she’d met him with Joey. Cody was sitting on the
edge of the sofa, staring at Bart, jerking his right leg up and down. Roy kept rubbing
Cody’s shoulder and saying, “Calm down. You’ll get to rehearsal on time. We have to
sign these papers. It won’t take long.”
Cody pointed to Harriet and said, “Why do I have to be here? Joey didn’t have to
be here. You could have signed the papers for me.
She
is signing his contracts for him.”
Harriet smiled at Cody. But it wasn’t a warm smile; Harriet hated being referred
to as “she.” Cody had talent, but he wasn’t always very practical. She said in an even
voice, “Joey couldn’t be here, dear. They wanted him in Hollywood yesterday. He didn’t
have a choice. And as his manager, I have power of attorney.” Then she crossed the room
to another sofa under a window, as far from Cody as she could get, and sat down to wait
for Bart to arrive. Harriet thought Cody and Roy were both too high strung and she’d
often wished her brother had had better taste in friends.
When Bart Hasslet walked into the office, Lance Sharp and Rush Goodwin
followed him. Bart sat down behind his huge desk and Lance remained standing. Rush sat
down on a small chair in front of Bart’s desk so he could take notes. Harriet said hello to
Bart and Lance, then smiled and nodded at Rush. Whenever she saw Rush, she wanted to
throw her arms around him and hug him as tightly as she could. She thought everything
about Rush Goodwin was perfect, and there had been many times she’d wished Rush had
been her brother’s boyfriend instead of that brainless Anderson. Rush was smart, handsome, and reserved. He was the perfect gay man. There was nothing trashy or sleazy
about him. Unlike Anderson, Rush was someone she would have welcomed into Joey’s
life with open arms. Harriet thought Anderson was trashy: he always looked as if he’d
just stepped out of a male stripper club.
While Lance handed out the contracts, Cody asked for a glass of water. He pulled
a small container of pills from his coat pocket and said, “I have to take three of these
every day for a month.” It sounded as if he was bragging.
Rush Goodwin lowered his notepad to his lap and looked at the pill bottle. Then
