instead of a boy. But swimmer’s build? My ass; he wasn’t that slim. Or broad shouldered. But he did look like the poster queen for Gay America. Probably a “gay for pay” closet case. Shit, how hard could it be? Pun intended.
But what was best is, he did look a lot like Anthony. His face wasn’t as round or as Italian. An’ his jaw was stronger. Cleaner. But I could make it work. But then I remembered someone else’d reminded me of that little fuck, an’ that’s when it hit me -- “Jeremy” looked exactly like that guy in “Psycho.” Th’ one in the hotel room at the beginnin’, who Janet Leigh steals the cash for. Connie took me to see it just after we met. It started out slow as shit, but things picked up in that motel, boy did they. Got me hot as shit for Janet, lemme tell ya. Anyhow, that character was so neat an’ clean an’ looked so much like a cop, all I could think about when he was on-screen was how much I’d like to smash his squeaky-pretty little face in. Now it looked like I was gonna get that chance.
Jeremy looked around an’ said, “Nice place.”
Lenny twittered -- swear to God -- as he said, “Thanks. You want something to drink? Beer, wine, coke, whiskey?”
“Depends on what you’re after,” Jeremy said, keepin’ just out of Lenny’s reach. Somethin’ about that set off alarms in my brain. I don’t know shit about guys who always go to guys’ homes for this kind of sex, but I know enough to know he oughta be doin’ somethin’ to get Lenny all primed an’ ready to want more. An’ “Jeremy” was bein’ more stand-offish. I put the straps in the “stuff” drawer an’ peeked back out.
“What do you think?” Lenny asked.
“I’m not a mind reader.”
“Well, I do need to know -- are you circumcised?”
“What difference does that make?” the stud asked.
“Well, all the difference,” said Lenny, glancing at the kitchen. Dumb fuck. He was probably shitty at poker, too.
The stud eyed him an’ said, “I am.”
“How much to show me?” Lenny asked.
Jeremy reached down an’ dug into his jeans an’ pulled out a badge! He was a fuckin’ cop! I fuckin’ knew it!
“How ‘bout I show you this?” he said. “I’m citing you for solicitation of prostitution.”
“Oh, shit!” Lenny squeaked -- swear to God, he squeaked!
That’s when I took a chance an’ barged in with a bottle of beer.
“Hey, Wayne, what th’ fuck’s goin’ on?” I asked Lenny, but I was lookin’ straight at the cop. “This better be somebody here for big-bad-Lenny, bitch.”
The pig jumped an’ backed to the door, badge up as he all but screamed, “Hold it, right there!”
I stopped an’ looked at him like he was nuts. “What th’ fuck’s your problem?” I asked, then I called up the stairs, “Hey, Lenny, you steppin’ out, tonight?”
Wayne came down, shootin’ daggers at me with his eyes. But he got the message. Lenny was all but pissin’ in his pants, but Wayne, fuckin’ Wayne picked up the slack, beautifully. Right then I knew I’d better take a good hard second look at him, big-time. “Okay, fine, let’s get the jokes over with. So I called a fuckin’ escort service?! So fuckin’ what? I needed a date.”
Jeremy was gettin’ real confused, so he opened the door an’ yelled for his back-up -- two uniforms lookin’ like they wanted to bust somebody’s balls. I stood stock still in my spot, eyein’ all three of the pigs like they were the scum they were, an’ I laughed. “Fuckin’ shit, Lenny, you called a cop!”
“Bullshit!” said Wayne an’ he turned his glare on the stud. “Let me see your badge!”
“Stay where you are!” The stud was about to come unglued. An’ now his backup was more confused than ready to break bones.
“What’s goin’ on, Shayes?” one of ‘em asked.
“I dunno,” the stud said, “but all these guys’re under
But what was best is, he did look a lot like Anthony. His face wasn’t as round or as Italian. An’ his jaw was stronger. Cleaner. But I could make it work. But then I remembered someone else’d reminded me of that little fuck, an’ that’s when it hit me -- “Jeremy” looked exactly like that guy in “Psycho.” Th’ one in the hotel room at the beginnin’, who Janet Leigh steals the cash for. Connie took me to see it just after we met. It started out slow as shit, but things picked up in that motel, boy did they. Got me hot as shit for Janet, lemme tell ya. Anyhow, that character was so neat an’ clean an’ looked so much like a cop, all I could think about when he was on-screen was how much I’d like to smash his squeaky-pretty little face in. Now it looked like I was gonna get that chance.
Jeremy looked around an’ said, “Nice place.”
Lenny twittered -- swear to God -- as he said, “Thanks. You want something to drink? Beer, wine, coke, whiskey?”
“Depends on what you’re after,” Jeremy said, keepin’ just out of Lenny’s reach. Somethin’ about that set off alarms in my brain. I don’t know shit about guys who always go to guys’ homes for this kind of sex, but I know enough to know he oughta be doin’ somethin’ to get Lenny all primed an’ ready to want more. An’ “Jeremy” was bein’ more stand-offish. I put the straps in the “stuff” drawer an’ peeked back out.
“What do you think?” Lenny asked.
“I’m not a mind reader.”
“Well, I do need to know -- are you circumcised?”
“What difference does that make?” the stud asked.
“Well, all the difference,” said Lenny, glancing at the kitchen. Dumb fuck. He was probably shitty at poker, too.
The stud eyed him an’ said, “I am.”
“How much to show me?” Lenny asked.
Jeremy reached down an’ dug into his jeans an’ pulled out a badge! He was a fuckin’ cop! I fuckin’ knew it!
“How ‘bout I show you this?” he said. “I’m citing you for solicitation of prostitution.”
“Oh, shit!” Lenny squeaked -- swear to God, he squeaked!
That’s when I took a chance an’ barged in with a bottle of beer.
“Hey, Wayne, what th’ fuck’s goin’ on?” I asked Lenny, but I was lookin’ straight at the cop. “This better be somebody here for big-bad-Lenny, bitch.”
The pig jumped an’ backed to the door, badge up as he all but screamed, “Hold it, right there!”
I stopped an’ looked at him like he was nuts. “What th’ fuck’s your problem?” I asked, then I called up the stairs, “Hey, Lenny, you steppin’ out, tonight?”
Wayne came down, shootin’ daggers at me with his eyes. But he got the message. Lenny was all but pissin’ in his pants, but Wayne, fuckin’ Wayne picked up the slack, beautifully. Right then I knew I’d better take a good hard second look at him, big-time. “Okay, fine, let’s get the jokes over with. So I called a fuckin’ escort service?! So fuckin’ what? I needed a date.”
Jeremy was gettin’ real confused, so he opened the door an’ yelled for his back-up -- two uniforms lookin’ like they wanted to bust somebody’s balls. I stood stock still in my spot, eyein’ all three of the pigs like they were the scum they were, an’ I laughed. “Fuckin’ shit, Lenny, you called a cop!”
“Bullshit!” said Wayne an’ he turned his glare on the stud. “Let me see your badge!”
“Stay where you are!” The stud was about to come unglued. An’ now his backup was more confused than ready to break bones.
“What’s goin’ on, Shayes?” one of ‘em asked.
“I dunno,” the stud said, “but all these guys’re under
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