Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2001 03:47:37 EDT
From: RitchChristopher@cs.com
Subject: Half-past-sunset,-An-hour-before-dawn-5

Half Past Sunset, An Hour Before Dawn-5


All rights reserved. Copyright held by the author. This is a work of
fiction containing explicit sex and graphic language. If you are offended
by such, underage, or live in a state or territory where literature of this
nature is unlawful, please exit now and read no farther....R.C.


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                   "HALF PAST SUNSET, AN HOUR BEFORE DAWN"

                                       by

                                Ritch Christopher


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                                 Chapter Five


				     "CHARLENE AND JOHNNY"


	Charles Van-Scott Thompson IV, son of the Mobile, Alabama
"Thompsons", had been a rough-neck hellion most of his adolescent life. He
would antagonize anyone, any size, any age just to pick a fight. When he
was only fifteen he started wearing various shades of red t-shirts just so
the blood wouldn't show after a Friday night brawl at a local teen
club. When he was just a kid he was always getting into trouble just so his
parents would spank him. Soon the spankings turned into beatings and as the
painful punishments progressed, the more Charles learned to love them. He
liked pain, giving it as well as having it inflicted on himself. He wore
black eyes and a bloody nose as if he had received a medal. His parents
knew from his early age that something was wrong with the child and tromped
him off to every psychiatrist in the Mobile Yellow Pages trying to get him
help or at least curtail his mean streak. Everything was tried on
him...pills, therapy, even yoga, out of desperation, but nothing seemed to
work until one afternoon in Charles' junior year at highschool.  The
principal sent him to the gym for the coach to administer corporal
punishment on him.

	The coach had a large paddling board with several holes bored it in
to make the punishment more severe. Charles liked it so much that he began
acting out in each of his classes just to have his half hour session with
the coach every afternoon. He was not very muscular with almost a wire
frame. One afternoon while Charles waited around for his daily paddling, he
watched the coach working with two of the varsity wrestlers.  This was the
real sport, not like the fake stuff he'd seen on TV with the WWF. The two
guys on the mat were really going at each other. Their faces grimaced as
each wrestler tried to best his opponent. Charles watched with great
interest drawing closer to the match. The coach became aware of Charles and
asked him if he would like to have a go at the sport.  This looked like
real fun to Charles.  The coach chose the larger of the two wrestlers,
outweighing Charles by at least 100 pounds and touting much larger muscles,
to go one round with Charles.

	Charles slipped off his Addidas and jeans leaving on his briefs,
t-shirt, and white socks and imitated an opening crouch position. The huge
wrestler made a lunge for Charles but being smaller, Charles was more swift
and ducked so that the large boy landed in a heap on the mat. This tickled
Charles and he laughed out loud, irritating the kid flat on his stomach. He
got up and tried to get Charles in a hold once more, but Charles was just
too fast. He dodged the advance of his opponent as the big guy missed and
this time landed on his head.  This was just too much fun for Charles.  The
third time, Charlie stooped down and the kid went over Charles' back and
Charles raised up so the guy did a flip and landed on his back with a thud.
Charles wasn't the only one amused. The coach was laughing so hard to
himself he had to fake a coughing spell.  The guy on his back sensed the
coach's amusement and became angry, walking away to the showers, foiled and
disgusted.

	"Did you enjoy that?" the coach asked Charles.

	"Yeah, it was all right. He gave up too easy, though." Charles
replied.

	"You were just lucky, that's all. He'd been working out for an hour
before you got here. If he'd've been fresh, he would've flattened you." the
coach said.

	"Maybe...maybe not..." Charles quipped. "Hey, do you want to spank
me while I have my jeans off?"

	"No! Those holes in the board would rip your underwear.  I don't
think I'll paddle you today. Instead, I want you to bring a pair of gym
shorts and come back to the gym tomorrow afternoon and try a couple of
rounds with some more of the guys. Whaddya say?"

	"Sure, if it's your idea to have one of them beat me up on the mat,
you may be disappointed."

	"We'll see." the coach said, smiling an evil smile. God! How he
hated that kid.

	On the way home from school, Charles stopped at a video store and
picked up three tapes of world famous wrestlers to get a few ideas. He went
home and settled in his room, drinking a "near-beer" out of the
refrigerator. He stripped down to his briefs and lay back on the bed to
watch the videos. The more he watched, the more aware he became of their
muscular bodies and the way they touched. Some of the wrestlers were even
grabbing a hold on the other one's crotch and the opponent didn't seem to
mind. Charles hadn't noticed but the tapes were actually turning him on, he
was getting sexually aroused. He just pushed his penis down and kept
watching. The second tape was in vintage black and white featuring some of
the older pros. He watched the highlights of three matches but then there
was a fanfare in the arena and the crowd on the tape started whistling and
shouting as they parted for the star to arrive. It was a wrestler named
Gorgeous George.  Charles could not believe his eyes as the muscular guy
entered the ring with curly bleached blonde hair and make up. This guy was
made up like a fucking woman.  Charles couldn't wait to see the "hero" get
his ass whipped...but no one could lay a hand on the blonde creature.
Every time the opponent would make a wrong move, George would strut around
the ring like some beauty queen. Charles laughed hysterically. The tape
ended and Charles just lay there looking at the ceiling and thinking.

	He was home alone and he went into his mother's bedroom, sat down
at her vanity table and reached for her make-up. Within minutes he has
transformed his face into a thing of beauty. He looked in his mom's closet
for a huge box of wigs...all colors, sizes, and different styles. He saw a
blonde one like the one he'd seen George wear, but instead he chose one
with long brown locks curled at the end.  He rushed to the mirror to get it
straight on his head...now for the clothes.  His mother's wardrobe rivaled
Baron's of Birmingham's and for the next half hour he changed from dress to
suit to evening gown to lingerie. Everything looked good on him and each
thing he tried on looked better than the last.  Never had he been so
excited before. He tried on different wigs, changed lipstick shades,
eye-shadows, pencils, and mascara brushes. Just like Columbus, Charles had
discovered a new world.

	He knew his parents would return home around seven, so he carefully
put everything in its proper place and cleaned his face. When they arrived,
he met them with a smile. He had a secret that he would reveal to no
one. All through dinner, he made light conversation with his mom and
dad. The two of them kept their guard up waiting for the other shoe to fall
when Charles returned to his old self. But he didn't. After supper, he
cleared the table and washed the dishes. The only thing his parents could
think was that the latest doctor must have found a miracle drug that
finally worked on their son.  They continued to watch him in disbelief as
he joined them in the family room to watch the Billy Graham Crusade on TV,
followed by Barbara Walters' "20-20".

	Charles had kept one of his mother's outfits and put it in a small
suitcase in his room, along with make-up, a wig, and a pair of high heels.
When his parents had gone to bed, Charles went down to rummage through his
dad's CD collection and listened to bits and pieces of soundtracks and
various instrumental selections. He found a John Williams fanfare, grabbed
it and placed it in a carrying case next to his portable CD player.

	The next afternoon at school, just shortly after 3:30 PM. The
entire wrestling varsity squad had assembled in the gym with the coach for
their afternoon practice. About ten minutes later, the gym was filled with
the loudest brassiest Olympian fanfare blared out as Charles entered the
room in full drag, wig, and make-up. He wore a black see-through negligee
covering a pair of black silk trunks and a pair of slinky pump high
heels. The wrestlers hooted, squealed, and whistled at the spectacle they
were beholding. The coach's jaw dropped almost to his chest before he
yelled, "Charles! What the fuck are you doing?"

	Charles took baby steps toward the coach, blowing kisses to the
boys, and leaned over to his coach to do his best Marilyn Monroe imitation,
saying, "Sorry, Coachums, Charles couldn't make it, so he sent me, his
sister, Charlene, instead."  Thus, Charlene was born and this was just the
beginning of the end of Charles Van-Scott Thompson the fourth.  Needless to
say, Charlene did no more wrestling, nor did Charles for that matter. Just
like the song says, "The sound of applause is delicious" and Charles had
heard his call.

	For the next few weeks, every private moment he had in his house,
he concentrated on making himself beautiful. He went through every drawer
and closet of his mother's trying on everything. He wanted to establish a
"look" for himself, even if it were for his own enjoyment. Soon he had the
exact hair, make-up and wardrobe that suited each of his moods. He
constantly played his dad's CD's, listening to Judy Garland, Barbra
Streisand, Vicki Carr, and Nancy Wilson, learning their songs, lyrics, and
phrasing while practicing for hours in a mirror. A star was being born, but
no one knew about it, yet.

	Charles wasn't gay, or at least he didn't think he was. He'd never
had sex with a guy, nor ever thought about it. Of course, he'd never had
sex with a girl either. He'd learn to masturbate when he was thirteen but
it was just a passing fancy. It didn't excite him and he hadn't done it
that often as he'd much prefer to fight and bleed, but if it took a woman's
sexuality to complete his image, then he'd go for it. If he had to suck a
cock or fuck a man, then so what? It was just a physical act with no
emotional involvement.

	He had heard at school about boys giving or receiving blow jobs at
the public library. That was as good a place as any to find out what it was
like. His parents couldn't believe it when he started coming home with
library books four or five nights a week. They were suspicious, but pleased
at the changes in their "once" troubled son.

	The first time he went into the bathroom at the library, he saw
what a glory hole was. He sat fully clothed on the commode while someone in
the next both slipped him a note under the connecting wall, saying, "Show
hard". It only took him a matter of minutes to decipher this code as he
quickly unzipped his pants and worked on his member until he had a full
erection.  He was a bit nervous about poking his weiner into the hole for
fear someone would slice it off with a knife or worse. But when he got the
nerve to try it and slowly slid it through the round opening just to the
left of the toilet tissue dispenser, he found a new meaning to the word,
"wow". This was the greatest feeling of his life. The mysterious stranger
in the next stall was giving Charles an unimaginable pleasure. Charles
climaxed in a hurry and then it was his time to return the favor to his
benefactor. "Heck, it's just skin and muscle", he thought as he stared at
the protuberance facing him. He took his time easing his lips over the
glans as he heard an "ooh", the sound of delight, coming from next
door. His first blow job became a game to him. He wondered how many things
he could do to a penis and get different verbal responses. He learned
rapidly what to do, when to do it, and how fast. In a few short weeks, guys
were lining up outside the adjoining stall in the men's room. Word about
him got around really fast. He found pride and satisfaction over the way he
could give head, although occasionally, the "old" Charles would creep into
his thoughts and he wanted to bite a dick to watch it bleed, but he never
did.

	One night while he was being the library's star attraction, he
heard two guys in the line waiting for him, talking about a new drag show
at the Diamond Belly Jewel. They were remarking how pretty the "girls" were
and how you couldn't tell if they were women or men. This intrigued Charles
until he got home and looked in the telephone directory for the club's
listing and address.

	The following Friday night, instead of going to the movies, as he'd
told his parents. He went to the "Jewel" and saw his first drag show. The
"girls" looked fantastic to him, but in the back of his mind he knew he
looked better and could certainly lipsync a record as well as they.

	One week later, he packed his drag gear in a suitcase and went to
the library to change in his favorite booth. And quicker than Clark Kent
could become Superman, Charles became Charlene. He took a cab to the
"Jewel" and asked the owner if he could perform. The owner was overwhelmed
by Charlene's beauty and took her Streisand CD. The third "girl" to
entertain was Charlene pantomiming "Don't Rain On My Parade". Guys lined up
along the stage to give her tips.  She thanked them with a hug and a tiny
kiss on their cheeks. The crowd went wild with whistling, cheering, and
clapping.  They wanted an encore. The fourth "girl" to perform was pissed
because of Charlene's successful debut, but stood back to let Charlene do
"I'm the Greatest Star". Again, the walls rumbled with thunderous
applause. Charlene took about a dozen curtain calls and went off stage
trembling but feeling wonderful. It was an hour later that she counted her
tips and found she had made over $500.00.  Charles was about to disappear
forever.

	The first time he decided to go home in full drag, his parents were
shocked to death at what they saw. At first they thought Charles had
dressed up for Halloween or a costume party, but then they demanded an
explanation and Charles told his parents everything, leaving nothing to the
imagination, including his adventures at the library. His mom and dad
didn't know whether to call the police or a psych hospital to have him
admitted. Instead, his parents had read many books about "Tough Love" and
thought the best approach would be to throw him out of the house and have
the locks changed and deny his coming home until he "saw the light" and
changed back into "Charles". However, with the amount of money Charlene
could make doing drag shows, she didn't need to live at home. She could
afford her own apartment and bought her own boudoir.

	She became a "regular" at the "Jewel" and soon made friends with
one of the bartenders there, who was to become her roommate and her best
friend for life. His name was Johnny Livingston.


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	Johnny was shyly handsome which is to say he wasn't aware of his
good looks. He was the middle son of three, Thomas, John, and Edward
Livingston. Their father, Paul, was a well-respected physician in Big Sur,
California which was practically a stone's throw from Monterey and
Carmel. Because of the publicity the area had, especially the TV exposure
it received from the annual Bing Crosby golf tournament, Big Sur was an
erudite locale. Only people with money lived there. The most enticing view
of scenery included the cypress trees, huge crags of rocks, and tremendous
waves crashing on the boulders. Paul Livingston had moved to the area
during the hey-day of the hippies in the late 60's. Paul had been a flower
child and a rebel at Berkeley University, where he later returned and
completed his M.D. degree.  All three of his sons were conceived while both
parents were high on LSD, which might have accounted for their off-springs'
emotional instabilities. All three boys with their gorgeous bronze skin,
trimmed torsos, blue eyes, and blonde hair, were slightly inept in their
scholastic aptitudes.

	The three brothers were only a year apart in their ages which
explained why they attended the same high school together. When any or all
three walked down the hallways of the school, the girl students' hearts
were aflutter, even letting out catcalls and whistles. The whole scene was
amusing since none of the three were interested in the female anatomy. Tom,
the oldest, had his first gay experience when he was fourteen. He
indoctrinated his brother, John, with the joy of blowjobs and anal
intercourse, who, in turn, passed the sexual knowledge on to the
youngest. Edward. None of three had any inhibitions as they swam in the
pool and walked around inside their house totally nude. They didn't bother
to cover themselves when either of their parents or house servants were
present. They exposed themselves quite naturally when guests
arrived. Nudity was part of their lives and if any of them sprang an
erection in front of anybody, then, so what? Don't all men get boners? They
were never overt with their sexual activities. They kept those moments
private, only when they were alone or in the bedroom they all shared. If
any of them brought home a male school mate, then all of them indulged in
the "games". AIDS wasn't known about yet, so there was never a need for
condoms for themselves or their guests. There was never any jealousy among
the three in their quests because the had an unwritten rule concerning no
emotional attachments or involvements with anyone.

	All three of them were pranksters and loved to play tricks on
others, not maliciously, just in good fun. One of their favorite games to
play involved a transformation of Johnny, who was the middle brother and
the "prettiest", so to speak. When Johnny was only seventeen and Tom, the
oldest, who was eighteen, would go on dates on Friday evenings in nearby
Monterey. To pull off their little game of deceit, Edward, the artistic
brother.  would spend all Friday afternoon making up Johnny to look like
Joanna. This overhaul started at the head and went all the way to the
toenails, using Elizabeth Arden "this", and John Roberts Powers "that",
with bits and pieces of Lanvin and Max Factor thrown in for good measure.
When the face, hair, fingernails, and toenails were completed, Johnny would
slip on a pair of his mother's Caribbean pants, a midi-blouse tied in the
front, a scarf bandana around the head like a kerchief, and a pair of
backless high-heel sandals. This is what he wore to go downtown to one of
the chicquest dress salons and try on as many as possible before deciding
what to wear on the date with Tom, later on that evening. Once the
selection of the complete outfit was finished, Johnny used his dad's credit
card to purchase the entire ensemble, sometimes totalling over
$1.500.00. Johnny and Tom knew to be extra careful because everything they
bought on Friday had to be returned for full credit by Monday.  Since the
refund exchange cancelled the charge on the American Express, their dad had
never noticed any unusual items on his monthly bill.

	Kim Novak, the beautiful blonde star of "Vertigo", lived in Carmel
and the local residents were accustomed to seeing her around town shopping
or dining with various celebrities who would drive up from Tinseltown to
spend a weekend with her. Poor Kim never knew that she could be seen in two
different places at the same time on any given Friday night, because Edward
could make his middle brother look exactly like her down to the exact light
blue eye-shadow, "pencilled-in" eyebrows, and lavender hair. When Tom would
escort Johnny into a restaurant, fashionably late, say around 9:00PM, all
heads would turn and a whisper would start and travel like a wave all the
way across the room with..."Look, there's Kim Novak"..."Is that her date?
He looks like a kid"..."Can't Kim find someone her own age. Why she's
practically robbing the cradle!".  The fun part of all this was that
everyone assumed it was the real Kim and she had to be in her early 30's by
now, so all eyes focused on her "date" who actually looked like an 18 year
old boy (which he was). Tom would order champagne...no one was going to
"card" Kim Novak's escort. Tom and Johnny kept up this masquerade all
evening pretending to whisper sweet nothings in each other's ear and Johnny
had the real Kim's husky laugh down to a tee, as he had seen her in "Jeanne
Eagels" and "Sanctuary" at least a dozen times each.

	Some nights when Edward's artistry looked extra good on his
brother, Tom would take Johnny dancing or to the local playhouse in
Monterey.  The actors who were giving a performance would get nervous
knowing that the blonde bombshell had come to see them...and who
knows...maybe she would like one of them and offer him a part in her next
movie? One night the playhouse was doing a live performance of William
Inge's "Picnic", one of Kim's best movies. The cast, behind stage was so
nervous with jitters from finding out about the "star" in the
audience. They had to hold the opening curtain 15 extra minutes while the
actress playing Madge had to throw up for the third time.

	Tom and "Joanna" watched attentively and both were smitten with the
handsome lug playing Hal, the William Holden role.  This guy was destined
to become a star. Not only was he physically a dreamboat, he could act, as
well. His real name was Leonard Hall and he had stars in his eyes about
becoming a movie star. Once he learned that Kim Novak was in the audience,
he gave the performance of his life. He wanted and HAD to impress
Kim. Surely she would be kind enough to come behind the stage after the
show and meet the cast. As a matter of fact, it was the manager of the
theater who approached Kim (Johnny) after the show and asked how she liked
it. In her best huskiest whisper. Johnny said, "I loved it. I just wish I'd
had a Hal as young as yours when I made the film, I mean, even Bill Holden
was the first to admit that he was too old to play opposite me. They had to
photograph his close-ups through layers of cheesecloth, just to hide his
aging wrinkles."

	Tom had to turn away before he burst a gut laughing. This was
Johnny's best performance, yet.  Johnny, being only 17 years old, had
convinced the manager that he was the thirtyish Kim, trying to look
seventeen again. The manager wouldn't take "no" for an answer and grabbed
Kim's (Johnny's) hand and practically pulled him behind the stage to meet
the actors. Tom excused himself by saying he had to go get the car, leaving
Johnny to work himself out of this predicament...but things only got worse
when Leonard met "Kim" and instantly fell in love with "her" as soon as
their eyes met. "Kim" (Johnny) took one look and got the hots for Leonard,
too.

	Meanwhile, Tom was out front of the playhouse waiting, with the
motor idling, wondering what was keeping Johnny so long. He soon found
out...because out the front door and down the stairs came "Kim" with a very
handsome Leonard escorting her (him). "Surely. NO!" Tom said to himself,
but it was true, Leonard was coming home to spend the night with "Kim".
Johnny introduced Tom to Leonard as her best friend who was almost like a
brother to "her".

	All the way home, Tom had the giggles.  Johnny had outdone himself
this time and Tom couldn't wait to see how the evening would play out. It
has disaster written all over it and, in spite that, Tom couldn't keep his
laughter controlled.  Tom had forgotten his parents were out of town
attending a medical seminar for the weekend, but Johnny had remembered and
knew that he (Kim), his two brothers, and Leonard would have the house all
to themselves. When the car got to the Carmel cutoff and Tom kept going
toward Big Sur, it was Leonard who noticed.

	"I thought you lived in Carmel?" Leonard asked.

	"I do, Clint Eastwood is my neighbor."

	"But you missed the turn off, you're headed for Big Sur."

	"I know, but I promised Tom I would take him home if he would be my
escort to the playhouse...I picked him up at his house."

	Tom shook his head slightly but not enough for Leonard to notice
how deeper and deeper Johnny was sinking in his bullshit. Tom almost
cackled out loud when he thought how the evening would end if Leonard were
to sink his hand into "Kim's" panties. Tom couldn't wait to get home to let
his younger brother in on what was about to happen. Sure, all three of them
had brought tricks home before, but this is the first time "Kim" had ever
picked up anyone...especially a straight leading man.

	During the ride home, Leonard kept the conversation hopping between
two subjects...the roles he had played....and how marvelous Kim was, naming
every movie she'd ever made, including a couple she hadn't made, like "The
Fuzzy Pink Nightgown" and "The Girl Can't Help It". Luckily, Tom knew his
movies and quickly interjected..."Oh, no, the first one you mentioned was
Jayne Mansfield and the second, Jane Russell movies." which immediately
embarrassed Leonard and curtailed the impression he was trying to make on
her(him).

	When they arrived at the house, Tom assumed the role of the cordial
host and invited Leonard and "Kim" inside for a drink, which Leonard
promptly declined, but "Kim" wanted to be nice and come in, any way. Tom
showed his "guests" to the living room while he went upstairs to get his
younger brother which gave Tom a chance to let Edward in on the gag they
were playing on Leonard. Edward was wide-eyed with glee that his
"make-over" had fooled anyone for such a long period of time.  Either this
guy was an idiot or he had no idea what Kim Novak really looked like.

	Tom and Edward decided to stay in the hall just outside of the
living room to give Johnny a chance to put the make on the unsuspecting
hunk. They watched and listened as Johnny began his step by step
maneuvers. He was almost about to kiss Leonard when Leonard pulled back,
blushed, and said quietly, "I'm sorry, Ms. Novak, but I can't do this."

	Johnny was a bit stunned by the remark, and suddenly he was
embarrassed too.

	"I'm sorry, too, Leonard." Johnny said, "It's just that most guys
who come home with me expect that sort of thing. I guess I owe you an
apology." and then came the zinger that almost convulsed Tom and Edward in
laughter. "Maybe I should act my age and realize that some men are not
interested in women older than they are."  How he said that with a straight
face is unknown to this day.

	"Oh, no, Ms. Novak, age is no problem with me." Leonard replied.

	"Well then, if I may ask, what IS the problem?"

	"You see...I'm gay...and women don't turn me on at all."

	At this point Tom and Edward entered the room, holding their
sides. They couldn't keep the secret any longer.

	"What's wrong?" Leonard asked.

	"Just this...!" Johnny screamed, standing, pulling up his dress and
ripping off his panties and gaff revealing the longest penis Leonard had
ever seen.

	"Jesus Christ! I don't know whether to be happy that you aren't or
glad that you are!...Does that make sense?"

	"Explicitly," Johnny said..."Now would you like to spend the night
for a little fun and games. I warn you in advance, that if you agree, you'd
better be ready to do everything in triplicate."

	Leonard looked at the two other brothers and more than liked what
he saw. "I agree!" Leonard said excitedly.

	The four of them began a quick-stripping contest and soon there was
a pile of clothing a foot high on the living room carpet.  Naked legs,
arms, and licking tongues were stacked in one huge sexual heap on the
couch. They were like hungry orphans at a smorgasbord; everybody wanted to
do everything to everyone at the same time. It was just a typical episode
for the Livingston brothers, but for Leonard, it was the wildest night of
his life.

	Edward, the "lesser" as he was referred to by his brother
"mouthketeers" was the first to break up their triumvirate when he got
bitten by the love bug while on a school trip to San Francisco. He used his
phony ID to gain entrance to one of the City-by-the-bay's raunchiest
leather bars where he met a guy five years older than he. After many phone
calls and much planning, Edward left the fold and moved 80 miles north to
be with his new lover. Some time during the next six months, he contracted
the "high-five" and refusing medical treatment or drinking "the" cocktail,
he died two months later.  Johnny, Tom, and their parents were devastated.
Dr. Livingston, the father, gave up his successful medical practice and he
and his wife moved to Atlanta for him to work full time in AIDS research at
the CDC.

	Tom chose Los Angeles over Atlanta and he left home to pursue an
acting career. He found movie work to be unstable and was lucky to get a
half hour drama which led to bigger and better things. Owing to his good
looks and talent, he was never out of work.  Johnny, like Tom, had no
desire to acclimate himself to southern drawls and manners. His dad gave
him $1,000 and a first class ticket to New York.  Johnny's looks were
beneficial when he chose to "carefully" hustle for his first two years in
the Big Apple. He soon tired of one-night stands and faceless cocks in the
dark, so again he used his blonde hair, blue eyes, and golden skin to hawk
tips as a bartender in gay bars. He was pulling in a small fortune in no
time and had hundreds of calling bar customers. This popularity became wide
known around the various all male night spots and owners and managers were
offering him anything he wanted just to come work in their
establishments. Johnny could have his pick. The first place he chose was
"The Jewel" where he met a drag star who called herself, Charlene.  They
became instant friends and Johnny even gave Charlene tips on makeup and
wardrobe, recalling his Kim Novak days.  The two of them never had sex
together and because of it, they mutually agreed to move in with each other
to afford a more posh apartment and share expenses...but NOT boyfriends.

	They developed friendships with guys who were never a quest or
sexual fantasy. Just normal acting guys that they could be friends with,
share with, and have fun with. The favorite was the best-looking of them
all...a school teacher named Chris. The three of them hit it off like a
cherry on a sundae. For Johnny, it was like old times...he had two brothers
once again., Chris had an unwritten rule separating friends from tricks and
he chose not to see a trick more that once.  The three of them became best
friends, going out on the town together...restaurants. movies, musicals and
plays, and nightclub caberets.  They liked living in...loving New York, and
sharing it with someone with no romantic attachments.

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