FL-64 Hollywood Homo
Hollywood Homo
French Line
(same as FL-15)
FL-64
Michael Starr
$1.95
Hollywood Homo
French Line
(same as FL-15)
FL-64
Michael Starr
$1.95
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Excerpt
The most educated and experienced lips and tongue in town—that’s Randy Nelson!
Randy Nelson is one of the beautiful people, but there’s nothing unique about that in Hollywood; it’s jammed with beautiful people—male, female and some whose sexual identity is in question.
Hollywood is the tree society—everybody swings. But few swing like Randy Nelson!
Randy stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to change. He let his eye wander over the crowd. Several men glanced in his direction, and he, in turn glanced in theirs. It was the code of recognition: the quick appraisal, the look, the smile, the invitation—the ritual.
It was there for the asking. Asking, hell—it was there for a slight smile, or even a raised, quizzical lift of the eyebrow. Then there’d be the quiet conversation, the drinks, and finally the excitement of a new body locked in his—the hardness, that wonderful hardness of a man-and then the explosion… It sent a thrill through Randy to think about it. But Randy wasn’t having any right now; he was on his way to Petersen’s, a very special club for very special people.
Randy was dark-haired, blue-eyed, twentyeight years of age; and a five year veteran of battling the Hollywood bastions.
In those five years, he had just about managed to secure a foot in the door. He was now a ’day player’, which took him out of the ’extra’ ranks.
He only did a role if he had dialogue, and was paid by the day. He made good money when he worked, which was fairly often. He had met many interesting and influential people through his trade, and life in general was pretty sweet.
He crossed the street now and walked over to Cahuenga Boulevard, turned right, and passed through the familiar entrance marked “Petersen’s.”
He was greeted at the desk by Max, the manager, who knew every Hollywood face from the present to the silent film days. For many years he had been the private masseur for one of the top Hollywood glamor boys; until that worthy had suddenly dropped dead while serving a drink to his most recent conquest, a new boy signed by the front office. When Max came to Petersen’s, many of his former employer’s friends had been faithful and started frequenting the place out of a sense of loyalty.
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