Sucking Cock For Cash (Part 1)

“You have got to be joking!” I said in amazement as Andy told me about Jason’s latest exploits.
“No, straight up. That’s what he said and, you know Jason,” Andy replied, “he’ll exaggerate for the sake of a good story but he never actually makes things up.”
I did indeed know Jason. He was the most flamboyant member of our little circle and, like the rest of us, in his second year at college. A drama student, he treated his life as one big drama and he felt sure that it was only a matter of time before he was ‘spotted’ and whisked away to a life of fame in the West End, of possibly Broadway. The rest of us were somewhat less convinced of his Thespian abilities but he was fun to have around and his skill as a mimic often had us in stitches.
Anyway, it appeared that Jason, in his eternal search for a way onto the stage, had applied to what he thought was a theatrical agency. However, when he had gone for an interview, it had turned out that what they were recruiting for was only theatrical in the very broadest sense of the term.
“So, let’s get this straight,” I said, seeking confirmation of what I had heard. “He goes to this place and it turns out it’s a front for pony boy racing? What the fuck is pony boy racing?”
“I’m just telling you what Jason told me. I gather they wanted him to dress up like a pony and then they enter into races.”
“And I assume we’re not talking pantomime horse, here,” I laughed.
“Well if we are then it’s an ‘X’ rated pantomime. Jason said that the ‘costume’ was little more than a few bits of leather strapping and absolutely nothing was left to the imagination.”
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