The three great passions of my life are sucking over-sized cocks, acting on stage and trying to write plays - all more or less in that order.
Coincidentally it was the twenty-third of August and my twenty-third birthday. I couldn’t have had more satisfying birthday presents, for I had just finished five hours of rehearsing Hal Morrison’s new musical comedy, Gay Boys All Together, a million-dollar production scheduled for Broadway, and waiting for me in my Greenwich Village apartment was a handsome twenty-year-old stud.
When Dr. Steele, my favorite professor at Vanderbilt, had telephoned to ask if I could look after his son, Andy, who was coming to New York for a two-week vacation, I had invited the boy on happy impulse to share my pad. Hoping that young Steele, whom I couldn’t remember ever seeing would turn out to be both good looking and…