"Hold on, kid!" Ron shouted, starting to move his hips faster than before.
"Do it, Ron! I want to feel it! Fuck me like you fuck Julie and Lindy!"
Ron looked down into Terry's eyes – hungry young eyes, begging for it. "I'm gonna fill you so full of jism you won't know what hit you!"
"Fuck my ass, Ron! Fuck me hard!"
"I'm commmmmmmmmmming!" Ron slammed his body down on Terry and his cock shot off in the boy's rectum. They rolled over and over on the bed, their mouths pressed together in a passionate kiss, Ron's cock up Terry's hot asshole, Terry's legs wrapped around his manly ass.
They finally stopped moving, lying facing each other, and Terry opened his legs. Ron's cock slid a few inches out of his asshole. Terry was breathing hard. "I can feel it, it's hot and wet," he said, fascinated.
"Did you like it?" Ron asked.
Terry was honest. "I loved it."
Ron started to pull his dick out, but Terry stopped him. "No, wait, don't take it out yet," he begged, sounding like a little boy. "I want to feel it get small inside me."
And in a few seconds his cock did get smaller and Terry's sphincter muscle forced it out of his anus with a wet popping sound.
"God," Terry said, "my ass is sure wet!"
And then, just as Ron was about to say something, there was a noise at the door of the room. They both turned. Julie stood there, leaning against the wall, silently, a slight leer on her face.
"Faggots," she said. She turned and walked out.
How long had she been there? They didn't know. But long enough to tell what had happened. Terry looked frightened – until Ron started stroking his hair. He fell back against the soft pillows and closed his eyes. In a minute he was fast asleep.
Ron put on his jeans and left.
CHAPTER TEN
Lindy had had a hard time getting through the rest of the afternoon's rehearsal, but she had done it. She hurt like hell, but she didn't show it. By the time rehearsal was called for the day, she was ready for two tranquilizers – but instead she took three, just in case.
They did the job, with the help of a bottle of gin she kept in her dressing room. She showered and put on a clean white dress – she looked radiant in it – and met the others in the dining room for the dinner show.
Lindy couldn't help but notice the strange expression on Terry's face. It was as if he wanted to keep from looking at her. She took his hand under the table – they hadn't had a chance to get together alone since they were together in Vegas, and Lindy felt at least touching each other under the table would help. But, Terry pulled away.
As they were eating salad, Ron blurted out, "I suppose we owe this glum evening to our afternoons?"
No one said a word.
Ron continued. "Terry sits here all bothered and bent outta shape because he's doubting his masculinity. You see, Terry – how should we put it? – got fucked this afternoon."
Lindy gasped.
"Yes, Lindy, I fucked Terry. And he loved it, every minute of it. So he sits here – his ass hurts I don't doubt – brooding, wondering, worrying."
Julie giggled. "Drink, eat, be merry!"
Ron went on. "And Julie is laughing it all off because she succumbed to being the dominant bitch-cunt this afternoon, forcing that dancer to shove his fat dick up little Lindy's bum."
"Shut up," Lindy snapped.
Terry looked up in surprise, into Lindy's eyes. Suddenly they found that measure of understanding again.
"And little Lindy screamed and kicked and had her cute little asshole raped by that big stud assfucker. And then, good trooper of the stage that she is, went out there and tap danced her way through the rest of the afternoon."
"Waiter," Julie called, "I'd like another drink!"
When the waiter had gone, Ron went on. "I wonder how Gerry feels tonight? He's only banged boys before, at least the only assholes he's had it had been boys'. He's probably comparing the feelings right now."
"Ron, come on, let us enjoy our meal," Terry said, not even looking at him.
But Ron had to carry it through. "Terry got fucked and loved it. Lindy got it up her butt and took it just like her mother used to. And Julie got off on it because she's jealous of Lindy banging boys when she could have her all to herself. She and Sally and all the other dykes in this city."
"And you can have all the fags, baby," Julie snapped back at him.
"Please stop it!" Terry said, a little too loudly. People at the next table turned. He couldn't risk that – they were all recognizable.
Lindy dropped her fork, reached into her bag and took out a little pillbox. She opened it, popped a little blue pill into her mouth, and drank half a glass of water.
"What was that?" Julie asked, worried. She'd seen a bottle of sleeping pills in Lindy's suitcase the day before.
"Like mother, like daughter," Ron smiled.
Terry didn't say a word. He knew the best thing to do would be to be quiet and try to forget about it all.
But late that night, in bed, he couldn't be quiet. Was it worth it? Was putting up with this slut, putting up with all this mental torment and torture worth it? How about the lessons, the singing, the voice sessions. Where was his life? Where were his roots? And now, was it fair of Ron to fuck his head up by fucking his ass. He loved it, yes, Ron had been right. It was the greatest sexual pleasure he'd ever had. And it worried him more than anything.
He worried about Lindy, too. The pills, the crazy pace she was setting, the constant rehearsing, the craving for sex – word traveled fast and he knew she'd been fucking Gerry every day, and then going off with Julie and Sally for a few nights of girl-love – and the constant nervousness she was beginning to show. Only two more days, then she'd open. He worried for her – he wasn't sure she'd make it.
Down the hall, Lindy Travis was in a deep sleep, induced by two Nembutals and a chaser of gin.
Across the hall, Ron and Julie sat up in bed, talking. The room was dark except for Julie's ever-present cigarette.
"We've got people from every major studio in California coming to the opening," Julie remarked.
"I know. Every time I think of the money that will be sitting in that room, I could choke. You had better take it easy on her, don't you think?"
"What?" Julie asked indignantly.
"You and Sally and her butch girl friends. And keep that kid, Gerry, away from her, too. She needs rest in the next two, days. She's getting fucked up."
"What do you mean fucked up?"
Ron raised his voice. "You saw how she downed that pill at supper, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"She was half asleep during the whole show."
There was a pause. Finally, Julie said, "All right, I'll make sure she's sheltered. And you watch your step with Terry. I can just see him turning into a raving queen."
Ron laughed. "Oh, come on now, he's as butch as I am!"
"Yes," Julie snapped, "but you're a lot older and more mature. He's a kid. He can't handle homosexuality yet I'm afraid."
"After this afternoon, he's gonna have to."
Julie couldn't help it, she had to join in laughing. "Man, you two were really a sight!"
"Hey," Ron asked, "when did you come in?"
"Right after you twisted him around on your cock!"
"Fantastic!" He laughed and then put his arms around, her. "The hell with those silly kids, I still love you."
"And I still love you."
Ron kissed her. "I love you more than ever!"
"Prove it," Julie whispered, pulling her panties off her feet.
Ron readied his cock and slammed into her. He pumped hard, fast, wildly. She pulled his hair and reached down and slapped his ass. "I love you, Ron," she whispered passionately.
"I love you, baby, and I'm coming in your cunt!" And with that he stopped moving and let his cream roll out of his cock into her hot womanly box. She clung to him without a word and finally released him and wiped her hair from her eyes Ron pulled out and sat up next to her.