Chapter 9
Saturday night, the night of the party…
A man’s looks can be a turn-on to some men, but a threat to others.
He’d read that in some gay magazine on gay bashing. He might not have believed it then, but all that changed when he met Stoney Martin—the threat.
With his pretty looks, and that god-awful s*x appeal that oozed out of him, he was like a meal to a starving man, a piece of candy to a child, or another high for a dope addict. To Red Herndon, Stoney’s ass was a succulent piece of meat he wanted to f**k until he’d had all he could take. He’d heard all about his comeback, his so-called heart-wrenching story about how he lived in darkness until he found his way back into the limelight. It was a bunch of sickening crock, but they swallowed it hook, line, and sinker. Hell, they
