Page 17 of Bobby Green

But all things considered, on that bright fall day nearly a year after painting Tango’s house, when he sat for a minute stroking the new guy’s hair while he recovered from what looked like one hell of a climax, he felt good about welcoming another Johnnies boy into the fold.

The place had treated him real good.

“YOU OKAY?”he asked after a few.

The new guy with the giant dick sat up a little and yawned. “Damn. I don’t usually come that hard. Doing that in front of the camera was sort of a rush.”

Reg grinned. “I’m sayin’. Wait ’til someone else is there—gets even better.”

The kid frowned. “I think I can do it with girls,” he said softly. “Guys—” He bit his lip, full and soft. Reg didn’t usually think of guys as pretty. He thought of them as, well,guys—but this one…. His long jaw and soft brown-green eyes were sweet. He had freckles—not like John, but like he was a little kid not too long ago. “Is it weird with guys?”

Reg thought about it, because the kid seemed so vulnerable. “My first guy,” he said, remembering the Silver Sword, “I sort of froze. But that was ’cause I had all this dumb shit in my head. You know—you’re not supposed to do that ’cause it makes you a fag?”

The boy nodded, wiping his chest down with the towel. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. But a hand on your dick is a hand on your dick, right? And the guys are fun. They play. They kiss—and it’s okay. It’s like….” Suddenly Reg felt self-conscious. “You know. My hand in your hair. Nothing wrong with it. Just nice.”

Kid nodded, and Reg stood up abruptly.Wasnice—but men didn’t dwell.

“C’mon. We got showers and shit—like a locker room in a gym, ’kay?”

Another nod. “I’m down for that. Thanks.”

“So,” Reg said, to break the sudden awkwardness as he led the way through the building. “What’s your name gonna be?”

“You mean my porn name?” The kid—Vern?—pondered for a sec. “My last name’s Roberts. I could be Robbie or Bobby.”

“Bobby’s good. I can remember Bobby if I’m screaming your name in bed.”

Bobby let out a filthy laugh, and Reg—who didn’t find humor sexy because he never got the joke—found himself getting hard.

“How do you know you’ll be screaming my name?” Bobby asked.

Oh. Easy. “Anybody who’s got that thing in their ass’ll be screaming. Shave around it, it’ll look bigger. Mine’s only seven inches. You’ve got the Chrysler Building, and I’ve got….” He flailed. He’d heard of the Chrysler Building, but he’d never even seen it.

“Yeah, but at some point, a dick up your ass has gotta be like a city skyline, right?” Bobby said thoughtfully. “Yeah, sure, some are bigger’n others, but a fall onto any one of ’em is gonna kill you.”

Reg thought about that literally. Thought about all the times he’d bottomed, both personally and professionally, thought about how it hadn’t mattered—four, five, six, seven inches—there had always come a time when the size hadn’t mattered. In the end it had come down to somebody inside him. A person willing to touch him in such a way that he got off.

“That was supposed to be funny,” Bobby said behind him.

“Oh.” Reg’s face heated. “I’m not smart enough for jokes,” he said honestly. “But I thought what you said was real bright. It’s true. I mean, guys are gonna be grabbing at ya ’cause you’re hung, but if that’s the only reason they’re grabbing at ya, any dick’ll do. If you want a guy not on the set, you’re gonna need to find one who wants something besides your Chrysler Building, you think?”

And now Bobby’s silence stretched uncomfortably. Reg paused outside the locker rooms, looking for the sign they’d had up the week before, saying there were girls in there.

No sign, so Reg ducked his head in and glanced around. “Empty.” He opened the door wider to let Bobby inside. “Can you find your way back to the office?”

Bobby nodded, smiling slightly. Yeah—probably only Reg who got lost that easy. “Sure.”

“Then I’m gonna take my schedule and go work out. But it was real nice to meet ya, Bobby. You’re fuckin’ awesome on camera—you’re gonna do great here.”

He offered Bobby a hand to shake, and Bobby—after wiping his hand a couple of extra times on the towel—took it.

“Thanks for the advice,” he said, thoughtful. “So, I’ll see you around?”

Reg grinned. “We’ll be bumping into each other’s uglies eventually. I mean, I do everybody, right?”

Bobby laughed. “Yeah. I was just gonna start with girls, but—”