A whore's life

“So, you’re to be my New York bum boy” said the 40-year-old, tall athletic and handsome Hugh in his playful English accent. We were on the couch in the living room of the grand West Village apartment he was staying at for the run of the play. It was the first week of January, and rehearsals began the following week. “Yes sir, that’s correct” I replied. “Desmond speaks highly of you and I trust his opinion. Let’s see the goods.”

I rose, turned around, took of my pullover, kicked off my loafers, got out of my jeans and pulled down my underwear and tossed them. I stood naked before him from the rear. “Magnificent arse!” In seconds, he was embracing me from behind, his hands were all over me. He kissed the back of my neck. His clothed erection ground against my ass crack, while he fondled my dick and balls. I maneuvered my hand to the fly of his trousers and unzipped it. Soon, my hand was stroking his large stiff uncut cock and handling his dangling balls. He spun me around and pushed me to my knees. He rapidly undid his belt and his trousers fell and he pulled down his underwear.

Kneeling before him naked, I worshipped him as the servant to his king, which were our roles. I lavished his proud manhood with my mouth, lips and tongue. As I sucked him he began undressing and when he his chiseled torso was revealed, he pulled me up and took me to bed. It was a passionate fuck with me on my back, legs up. We lay in bed sipping whiskies as he smoked. Then I cleaned myself up and got dressed.

“Darling, you were everything as was promised. Please forgive any future brusqueness, I can be a bit much” he said as he handed me a $100 bill.

Indeed, for the run of the play our trysts were brusque and routine. On Wednesdays and Saturdays, following the conclusion of the matinees, I raced to my communal dressing room and changed out of my costume. Then I rushed to Hugh’s star dressing room. He was nude, his prick (that’s what the English called it) was raging as he sat in a chair smoking and sipping a shot of whiskey. He was drained yet exhilarated from his giving a titanic performance and needed to unwind before repeating it in the evening. I would get between his legs and suck his prick until he pushed me off. I would bend over a table, pull my pants down, and submit to him. It was a mechanical rough shag usually lasting about 10 minutes before he came in me. I’d pull up my pants and leave. He’d then sleep for an hour. Once a week the friendly gay stage manager would wink at me as he handed me an envelope with two $100 bills.

Though we acted together, this was our only real contact. After an evening performance, Hugh would receive visitors and then go on the town with celebrities.

The four weeks of rehearsals were grueling as Desmond had to whip up a grab bag of American actors into a unform company able to perform this fast-paced semi-classical farce will all sorts of his ingenious precise stage business. Several experienced actors were on the verge tears due to Desmond’s insults. I did what I was supposed to do and got along with everyone. This included Paul who played the King’s son. He was a blond 25-year-old hung knockout from Nebraska. We had an intermittent fling throughout the run of the show. He’d joke that I was having it off with the King and his son!

“There, aren’t you a sexy boy!” exclaimed the queeny male English costume designer after I was fitted up before a mirror. I had on a powdered white wig, makeup and that costume. It was a pale blue period piece velvet ensemble. Underneath I wore a dance belt. The crotch of my breeches contained a foam rubber insert subtly simulating the outline of nice-sized prick and bullocks. The back had padding that simulated a plump ass. The waist coat’s sleeves had padding to simulate biceps. It was a stunning feat of illusion that my youthful face complemented. None of the many older men who took me out after the show with the intent of fucking and paying me were disappointed by my actual physicality.    

Following three weeks of previews we opened in March. “A minor trifle tremendously elevated by Desmond’s superb direction and command of stagecraft…The dynamic Hugh gives a juicy performance that’s a highlight of the season…” declared the New York Times’ drama critic. In this midst of this lengthy notice was this sentence, “As the palace servant, the magnetic Patrick offers a delightful recurring turn with his sly and randy boyishness.” Well! The rest of the notices were on the positive side with a few dissenters who thought it a strained windy exercise. We were a small hit.

Thursday April 5, 1979, I turned 19, and it was the greatest birthday of my life. After the curtain call, the cast sang “Happy Birthday” to me onstage! Hugh led me to centerstage and indicated I should bow again to the audience’s applause. Wow! I was emotional. Afterwards, some of my castmates took me to Joe Allen’s restaurant where we had champagne and a cake with my name on it. I went home with Paul who gave me a real good birthday fuck.

“Good work kid!” boomed Lauren Bacall to ME backstage after the show. She was with her hot son who was about my age. Betty was one of many celebrities I encountered on their way to pay homage to Hugh. I was so happy when Bonnie and her girlfriend came to the show and met me backstage.

“’That’s Patrick, my former student up there!’ I said to Herman. You were great! I’m so proud of you! You sure did it!” Kvelled Mr. Feinberg (!) to me one night at the stage door after a performance with his dowdy partner. I had to get to a party, smiled and discreetly passed him one of my business cards. Yeah, he was soon at my apartment where I was taking his cock and money regularly.  

“Oh, you’re that beauty in that boring play. You were so great.  If it weren’t for you, I would have fallen asleep” said Andy Warhol to me at Studio 54 after a performance. He took my picture, it’s in a book of his. THAT place really was a scene. A hot Spanish model who was with his girlfriend talked me up, we went to the men’s room, he showed me his stupendous dick. I went with them to their hotel room. She watched as I sucked his dick and he fucked me.

Sitting in the orchestra wearing a tuxedo, surrounded by so many stars during the Tony Awards was thrilling. I was seated next to the girl who played the daughter in the play. We were nominated for many, including Best Play, Desmond for Director, Hugh for Leading Actor and three other cast members, even Paul for Featured Actor. However, that was the year of The Elephant Man and other weightier plays, and so all we got was Best Costume Design! Hmmm! I could honestly claim to be appearing in a “Tony-winning play” as it was such heralded in future newspaper ads. The glittering after-party was at Tavern on the Green. Some famous choreographer was all over me. He was very attractive and so I went back to his nearby Central Park West place. He was full of himself and if I wanted to hold his Tony Award. “Hey, the only award I want to hold is THIS!” I said as I grabbed his big hard dick through his tuxedo. I got my award that night.

In August, we were told by the producer that we’d be closing the Sunday before Labor Day. Hugh only had a six-month contract as he was going to be in Richard II that fall in London. There had been thoughts about recasting, but the show had made a slight profit and it was thought best to just close. There would be a road company sent out in October headed up by a British guy popular from game shows as the King. I was offered the opportunity to play my part but turned it down. I was a New Yorker and had my other business which I’d kept up the past seven months. Paul and several others went on the road for nine months. Our fling ended, but we’d see each when he returned. 

The Lincoln Center Library for the Performing Arts has an archive of videotaped NYC theatrical productions. Ours was recorded that July. I recall how energized we were knowing that that performance would be for the ages. I went there a few years ago to watch “my’ Broadway show. I’d never “seen” it. Hugh really was dazzling, Paul was as gorgeous as I remembered him, and the sets and costumes were amazing as was the staging. I was so beautiful and fuckable in that padded light blue velvet getup.