The drummer said something, but the next band was already revving up on stage at a decibel level that jerked the young blond’s words away.”What’s that?” Jude said, returning the joint and making an “I can’t hear you” gesture with his hand and his facial expressions.The drummer pulled Jude close to him and nearly screamed in his ear, “I’ve followed you for like, ever, man. Gay sex And manhandling Jude to suck him off, which impressed Jude. He found himself listening for breathing. Just the right light to be kind to Bronson’s body. He pitched Jude with the “I’m a music producer and promoter, you’re something special, and I can make you a star” routine to get Jude into the sack. He wasn’t old enough to have done that.That a young guy like this was hitting on him was more of a high for Jude than the beer, poppers, and proffered joint combined. Jude wouldn’t have to change them before he left. After thirty years. Jude felt like he was being undressed onstage.
