me. I
thought my balls were going to pop up into my stomach.” Anderson looked up at him and smiled. “You say that after every blow job I give
you.” His handsome face was red from bending over, his soft blond hair was messy, and
his lips were swollen from sucking. “You stay right where you are. I’ll go into the
bathroom and get a warm soapy rag.” He knew Joey liked it when he sponged his entire
body down after sex. It put Joey right to sleep.
But before he left, he went up and kissed Joey on the lips. “I love you so much,”
he said. “We’re going to have such good times in Hollywood.”
“I love you, too,” Joey said. His voice deepened and he caressed Anderson’s ass.
“You make it all worth while.”
Anderson frowned. “I only wish Harriet felt the same way,” he said. “I try so hard
with her and I can never win.”
“Don’t worry about her,” Joey assured him. “She’ll come around eventually. She
just needs to get to know you better, is all.” Then he slapped Anderson’s ass and said,
“And it doesn’t really matter what she thinks. She may be in charge of my career, but
she’s not in charge of my personal life or the fact that I’m madly in love with you.”
Anderson smiled and climbed off the bed. He walked slowly; he knew Joey was
watching his ass as he crossed the room.
Harriet had already known him for more than one year. He wondered how much
longer it would take before she trusted him.
Chapter Six
Harriet Delaney had always been a woman with a mission. In her case, the
mission was managing every aspect of her younger brother’s life. She’d raised Joey from
a baby, and she’d sacrificed for him just as if she’d been his own mother. She believed
the reason she was still single in her middle age was because Joey’s needs had always
come first.
But she had no regrets. Show business made her heart beat faster; she slept well
after nurturing Joey’s talents. She’d been lucky, too. If Joey had been a straight man she
would have had to deal with his girlfriends instead of his boyfriends. And with Joey’s
good looks, there would have been long lines of attractive, cunning women trying to
snatch him away from her and ruin his career. She learned quickly that gay men weren’t
much different than straight men. They didn’t try to stab her in the back when she wasn’t
looking and they believed everything she said. She’d always been able to handle Joey’s
boyfriends with little effort. Anderson was unusual, though, in the sense that he had been
around much longer than the others. But he was so simple minded, he posed no threats.
Harriet didn’t fly out to Hollywood with Joey and Anderson. She flew out two
days later. She told them she wanted to close up her apartment and tie up a few loose
ends in New York. Harriet owned her Brooklyn apartment, and she wasn’t subletting it to
anyone until she knew for certain that Joey’s TV series was a hit. Besides, there were a
few important contracts that needed to be signed in Bart Hasslet’s office. These were the
contracts that finalized the deal that had been made for Joey’s new TV series. The
contracts could have been sent to Hollywood. But Harriet said she preferred to look them over in Bart Hasslet’s office and sign them in person, with Bart in the room. As Joey’s
manager, she knew how to read contracts better than most lawyers or agents. And there
was always something that needed to be changed.
On the day Harriet left New York, a half hour before she went to Bart Hasslet’s
office to sign the contracts, she made one phone call. It was a phone call to a doctor. One
of the most important calls she’d made for Joey in a long time. Her stomach had been
turning all morning. She’d barely been able to finish her coffee. But she couldn’t
thought my balls were going to pop up into my stomach.” Anderson looked up at him and smiled. “You say that after every blow job I give
you.” His handsome face was red from bending over, his soft blond hair was messy, and
his lips were swollen from sucking. “You stay right where you are. I’ll go into the
bathroom and get a warm soapy rag.” He knew Joey liked it when he sponged his entire
body down after sex. It put Joey right to sleep.
But before he left, he went up and kissed Joey on the lips. “I love you so much,”
he said. “We’re going to have such good times in Hollywood.”
“I love you, too,” Joey said. His voice deepened and he caressed Anderson’s ass.
“You make it all worth while.”
Anderson frowned. “I only wish Harriet felt the same way,” he said. “I try so hard
with her and I can never win.”
“Don’t worry about her,” Joey assured him. “She’ll come around eventually. She
just needs to get to know you better, is all.” Then he slapped Anderson’s ass and said,
“And it doesn’t really matter what she thinks. She may be in charge of my career, but
she’s not in charge of my personal life or the fact that I’m madly in love with you.”
Anderson smiled and climbed off the bed. He walked slowly; he knew Joey was
watching his ass as he crossed the room.
Harriet had already known him for more than one year. He wondered how much
longer it would take before she trusted him.
Chapter Six
Harriet Delaney had always been a woman with a mission. In her case, the
mission was managing every aspect of her younger brother’s life. She’d raised Joey from
a baby, and she’d sacrificed for him just as if she’d been his own mother. She believed
the reason she was still single in her middle age was because Joey’s needs had always
come first.
But she had no regrets. Show business made her heart beat faster; she slept well
after nurturing Joey’s talents. She’d been lucky, too. If Joey had been a straight man she
would have had to deal with his girlfriends instead of his boyfriends. And with Joey’s
good looks, there would have been long lines of attractive, cunning women trying to
snatch him away from her and ruin his career. She learned quickly that gay men weren’t
much different than straight men. They didn’t try to stab her in the back when she wasn’t
looking and they believed everything she said. She’d always been able to handle Joey’s
boyfriends with little effort. Anderson was unusual, though, in the sense that he had been
around much longer than the others. But he was so simple minded, he posed no threats.
Harriet didn’t fly out to Hollywood with Joey and Anderson. She flew out two
days later. She told them she wanted to close up her apartment and tie up a few loose
ends in New York. Harriet owned her Brooklyn apartment, and she wasn’t subletting it to
anyone until she knew for certain that Joey’s TV series was a hit. Besides, there were a
few important contracts that needed to be signed in Bart Hasslet’s office. These were the
contracts that finalized the deal that had been made for Joey’s new TV series. The
contracts could have been sent to Hollywood. But Harriet said she preferred to look them over in Bart Hasslet’s office and sign them in person, with Bart in the room. As Joey’s
manager, she knew how to read contracts better than most lawyers or agents. And there
was always something that needed to be changed.
On the day Harriet left New York, a half hour before she went to Bart Hasslet’s
office to sign the contracts, she made one phone call. It was a phone call to a doctor. One
of the most important calls she’d made for Joey in a long time. Her stomach had been
turning all morning. She’d barely been able to finish her coffee. But she couldn’t
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