Gerrard did nothing to stop him and lent over to kiss him before Gerry shook his head. ’ And Gerry decided that rather than answer, he would prolong the confusion.He guided the doctor to the examination table and made him place his hands on it, his back presented to Gerry.He suspected it had something to do with a belief that running away to London – from the intruding gaze of their family or culture – made the sex just that more thrilling. His thin build and his naturally pasty white skin had been a look that he would never admit to have cultivated but if he was honest, he had done nothing to prevent it from happening.He liked those young boys, the fumbling in bed that came with them, the fact that it still – after all these years – felt like youthful encounters.It had not intentionally been anything more than a day at the beach with some friends and maybe whistle at a few surfers when they’ drunk a few beers.LA was a strange town for dating, Gerry had long appreciated. But the day took a disappointing turn when he stepped on some broken glass in the sand.
He eased Gerrard’s buttocks cheeks apart – and was rewarded with another happy moan.
As he bent over one of the mobile cabinets to get some bandages, Gerry was greeted with a tiny peak of brightly coloured underwear underneath the doctor’s Bermuda shorts – again something he had never particularly liked but on this big, blonde doctor, they seemed to work.
Of course dating a doctor would make his parents proud – he inwardly contemplated – but he had never thought that a doctor could look like this.
Chasing his future as an actor hadn’t gone as well as he’d expected – it never did for any actor – but he found his youthful good looks, even into his early 40’s (sorry mid 30’s) were particularly in demand from advertisers.
So much so, that he’d become a full-time commercial actor and thereafter he never wanted for work.