Quote:Cruelly split to escape a deadly threat from Hollywood tycoon James Rosen, Gil and Mike are forced to rebuild their lives, continents apart. Only work - and plenty of exciting but vicarious sex - keeps them going. While Mike endures Rosen's vicious attentions in London, Gil finds solace in fleeting encounters in Los Angeles. Then fate intervenes - and Mike is free to pursue the dream of reuniting with his wronged buddy.
“He’s a queer?”
Will gave an evil chuckle. “No. He’s gay. It’s what they call it now.”
“Oh…” Ben tossed the remote aside and chewed at a broken fingernail, mulling over the surprising statement. He inspected the nail, and then settled back with his long legs stretched out, arms thrown behind his head on the sofa back. “Does he have any videos, you know…the naughty sort?”
It was Will’s turn to consider the meaning of this utterance. Did Ben think that being queer meant that Mike would own porny videos of men and women? Will didn’t think of himself as an innocent; Ben, he knew, was strangely so. While making light of the magazine, looking at the pictures made Will feel hot. Almost without thinking, he adjusted the position of his dick. He hadn’t ever done anything with Ben at school, but the thought idly crossed his mind that he found his friend a bit sexy, and it was a few days since he’d last got his end away with that girl Carol who lived across the road. “See the box over in the corner behind us? There are some cassettes in it. Might be something there”
He watched Ben as he dragged himself wearily to his feet, leaning on the sofa arm to pivot around the end. He mooched over to the large box. Ben was a real carrot-top who wore his naturally curly red hair so short he resembled a fuzzy skinhead, claiming that if he let it grow out it soon resembled an Afro. His one concession to fashionable hairstyle was luxurious sideburns, which ran down to just below the ear lobes. Ben’s skin was even-toned and unmarked, not pale and freckled as so many redheads.
