Phil slipped into the shower room and began to wash Rayne’s back for him quite deliberately.
“Paddy’s notorious,” he gushed delightedly. “I can’t believe you’ve never heard of him. He’s got the biggest knob in Queer Porn. It’s official, they measured him in San Remo last year. He’s got a fifteen-inch dick, Rayne. Fifteen inches long, six and a half inches around at the tip and seven inches around at the base! He’s huge! They have this competition in America every year for new young porn actors to see if they can deep-throat him.”
“Piece of piss,” Rayne said, deadpan.
“You’re kidding! It’d choke me.”
“You’re doing it wrong.” Rayne turned around and kissed him slowly and tenderly. “Look I’ve really got to shoot. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Thanks for this afternoon, it’s been great.”
“Yeah,” Phil said affectionately. “It has.”
*
Rayne set off at a run. It was nearly six thirty by the time he left Phil’s flat and he had reached the boat before he remembered that he’d left his stash bag and money in the blond boy’s bathroom.
“Shit!” he swore through his teeth and was about to dash back for it when Aldo’s voice hailed him, sounding worried.
“Rayne! Where have you been? Anthony’s turned the Cap upside down looking for you!”
And then he was surrounded with no hope of escape.
:END OF PART EIGHT: