1980, Rome's famous Cinecittà film studios, and wet-behind-the-ears "gofer" Gil Graham from Los Angeles meets British "gofer" Mike Smith. They're the Boys of Vice City and their tempestuous love affair rocks them to London—Disco City—splits them between Two Cities, and reunites them in the Fast Lane of London again. But Gil knows Mike has a past, that their nemesis, the movie mogul James Rosen, "picked Mike out of the gutter." So how does a privately educated Latin scholar fall so low? Boy of the West End takes Mike back in time and follows his trail of discovery, perdition, and eventual redemption.
Quote:Mike’s protest was still-born as Jez knelt up and, taking hold of himself around the base, efficiently pushed the head of his cock against Mike’s hole, and then, incredibly, eased it in. His free hand pressed Mike’s right leg back down against his chest, so he was now bent almost double. The sensation of a hard cock pulsing inside him was unique, uncomfortable, amazing, horrifying—in fact he had no fucking clue what to feel. It hurt but even as he gasped at the pain, he relaxed the ring of muscle and sensed Jez push all the way in with a happy grunt. But as he pulled the length back out, Mike thought he was about to take a dump and panicked. Jez paused and pushed in again and the fear receded as rapidly as it had reared up. Mike gasped. Then it began, in and out, a vigorous fucking accompanied by the regular slapping of upper thighs against bared buttocks.
Mike started violently at the loud knocking on the door and a mumbled Scottish imprecation.
Jez reared up and spat out an answer without once losing his rhythm. Mike was beginning to wish it would just end. He felt sore, and yet knew himself to be painfully erect. “I’ll be out in five,” Jez yelled out breathlessly. He glared down at Mike. “Och, but ye’re a beautiful screw, that y’are.
“When our time is truly come…”
The breathy words almost made the tune, but Jez was far too sexed up to really sing.
