Fourteen-year-old Jason is seen being fucked by an assistant football coach by a man in a Jeep. Jason then hooks up with the man in the Jeep without a word being spoken.
It's open season on beautiful male tail in Hollywood--even when the prey is only fourteen--especially when the boy is as angelic but willing and needy for coupling with men as Eddie is. And it's so very difficult for parents of a boy like Eddie to protect him from spiraling down into the world of depravity with sexual predators when he wants what he should be protected from and when they are steeped in obsession with their own careers and perverse sex themselves.
Harry couldn't help admiring his near-naked self in the mirror, especially the hefty bulge in his jock. Not bad for a guy with a 13 year old son. A son who was supposed to have Harry's tennis clothes ready for him. Nowhere. Probably in Alan's room, but when he opened the door there was his gorgeous son on his back, his ass getting eaten out by-what the fuck!-his English teacher! He'd have beat the shit out of the bastard molester, except--suddenly his own cock was hard and leaking!
When he retires from being a pro tennis player, Julio Alvares establishes his purposely remote tennis academy for boys on the Indian Ocean coast of Madagascar not simply to create focus for the boys but also because the age of consent in Madagascar is fourteen. Some boys will do anything for the chance to train to be a tennis star.
Frannie works at the family business, flying DC-3s for Air Ark'nsas, which isn't even located in Arkansas. Well, when she isn't busy getting gang-banged by her c-workers that is.
Grant Hart/Bob Mould. Grant and Bob learn quite a few things about each other and about themselves during the recording of Zen Arcade. Contradicts a number of things that I now know about the band. (No more old stories--from now on out, it'll be all new stuff.)