Short Story: Anatomy Of An Illusion By Orville Lloyd Douglas

Anatomy of an Illusion  

By Orville Lloyd Douglas

Boston Nicholson knocks the door frantically but no no one answers the door. He glances at his Rolex watch, once again as somersaults flips through his mind. Boston quickly runs his fingers through his chestnut hair. Boston wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing anymore showing up at movie star Jason Golden’s residence. Boston wondered if the media was outside waiting to take pictures. It’s three O’ Clock on a humid Friday afternoon in Los Angeles. The heat has shot up dramatically and the early summer sunshine burned through the sky.

Boston pulls his brown shorts and white T shirt to try to calm his nerves. His hands are shaking and he sweated profusely. He decides to ring the bell once more and he hears a dog barking in the background. A woman opens the door as a Golden Retriever jumps up and licks her face. The woman tries to get the dog to calm down. Boston squints his eyes wondering what to say.

“Hello is Jason here?” Boston asks.

“Yes he is. I‘m Jason‘s mom my name is Mrs. Golden. Are you a friend of Jason?” Mrs. Golden says.

“Hi Mrs. Golden my name is Boston. I am a friend of Jason. I just wanted to speak to him for a quick moment.” Boston blurts out.

“Why didn’t you just call first don’t you have his cell number?” Mrs. Golden inquired as she tried to hold down the dog.

“I tried Mrs. Golden but he’s not returning my calls.” Boston said.

“Attic now you are a good boy I’m trying to talk to this stranger here. Go Attic run off and play.” Mrs. Golden says to the dog. Attic doesn’t listen to Mrs. Golden he races past her starts to sniff Boston’s Nike sneakers. Boston gives Attic and quick hug as Attic licks Boston’s face.

“Down Attic sit down. Sorry about that Boston I’ve been working on a new screenplay and I am just so flustered right now. Attic has been a real mess today.” Mrs. Golden laughs.

“Its okay he recognizes me and I miss Attic too.” Boston replied.

“Do you want me to leave Jason a message?” Mrs. Golden replied as she grabbed a pencil and a note pad off the coffee table.

“No I’m just going to wait for Jason. Can I come in?” Boston says.

“ Sure.” Mrs. Golden replied as Boston walked inside the spacious mansion and closed the door.

Meanwhile inside the elegant Spanish tiled kitchen Jason’s older sister Margaret and her husband Pierre are talking to Jason as he hides from Boston. Pierre is making Margaret a sandwich.

“Cannes was just amazing this year! I just feel something special about this movie. Don’t you Pierre?” Margaret replied as she had a glass of orange juice. Pierre was thinking about making sure he helped Margaret be as stress free as possible. Margaret was in a cheerful mood her pregnancy was going great everything seems to be clicking and working in her life.

Today Margaret felt beautiful and sexy she was dressed in a long pretty sunflower dress with matching sandals. Pierre looked like he was on vacation for a long time wearing black flip flops, a blue T shirt and white Khaki shorts. Margaret’s got the cravings for a peanut butter and celery sandwich. Ever since Margaret got pregnant a few months back she’s been in the happiest mood.

By contrast, Jason has never been more unhappy and depressed. He has been wearing the same tired ripped cotton shirt, rundown blue jeans and crappy sneakers. Jason tapped his finger impatiently on the table. Jason’s dark brown beard had grown coarser and furry he looked like a wild animal in the zoo. The larger Jason’s beard got the more depressed he was. Jason was still is drinking some orange juice looking calm out the window. Jason had to think about his career and his reputation he knew what he had to lose.

“Mom who is at the door?” Margaret asks.

“It’s a friend of Jason. Is Jason home? “Mrs. Golden says with a tired expression in her voice.

“Let me go see mom.” Margaret hollers back. Margaret lowers her voice as she looks at Jason. Margaret is a bit upset with her brother she knows that Boston is his own and only true love not that horrible Christina. Boston was Jason one and only true love and she knows he only makes Jason happy.

“Just say hello Jason. Please I know you’re dying on the inside. You’ve been so unhappy since you last saw Boston. Go talk to him.” Margaret nudges her brother’s shoulder. Jason closes his eyes and sips a bit more of his orange juice.

” Oh come on Jason just say hello to the poor guy don’t avoid him.” Pierre responded.

“Stop being a big baby and go talk to Boston.” Margaret says as she slammed her hand on the table.

“What I don’t understand is why can’t I come out?” Jason whined as he stopped drinking his juice.

“We’ve been through this Jason its Hollywood and Hollywood is very sexist. Now if I came out as bisexual or lesbian it wouldn’t be a big deal.” Margaret responded in an angry tone. “Hey I think it would be hot if you were bi Margaret I can sure love that!” Pierre chuckled.

Pierre, Margaret, and Jason laughed at the joke. Laughter was a sense of healing for Jason right now. He was in a precarious place in his life not sure of whether he was coming or going. He needed the security blanket of his family to keep him warm. Jason had just shot to fame in a Western movie and he was having a difficult time handling the media scrutiny and pressure.

“Why can Portia De Rossi and Cynthia Nixon come out and it doesn’t hurt their careers no one cares about them?” Jason blurted out as he drank his orange juice.

“Because they are hot girls and you’re just not a hot girl Jason.” Pierre snapped as he finished placing the celery on the peanut butter sandwich for Margaret.

“Yeah I’m a heartthrob whatever that means.” Jason said as he rolled his eyes.

“Stop moping and go say hi to Boston.” Margaret responded.

“Yeah I guess I had better.” Jason places his orange juice on the table. Jason quickly walks out of the kitchen to the entrance of the house and gives Boston a piercing glare of anger. Jason was mortified he wondered what kinds of questions his mother asked Boston. He didn’t want anyone to know his secret life.

“No need mom I can handle this.” Jason says.

“Okay boys. Come on Attic lets go play in the backyard.” Attic rushes past Jason and Boston and follows Mrs. Golden back into the house.

Jason looks at Boston with anger and disgust as though he was going to punch his eyes out. Mrs. Golden gives her son a concerned look but Jason reassures her with a glance everything will be fine. Jason had been dreading this moment. He hadn’t talked to Boston in over a month and he just hated hurting his feelings.

“So how much longer are you going to avoid me Jason?” Boston inquired.

“Look Boston you know it’s out of my hands. I’m just trying to keep up a good public image. You’re an actor as well. You know what this business is all about.” Jason said. ”

“I also know that I still love you.” Boston replied softly.

“Boston not again. I told you I’ve moved on and I’m with someone else.”

“I read about that lie on US Weekly’s website and guess what US Weekly pulled the story down I wonder why Jason.” Boston retorted with anger in his voice.

“What the fuck are you trying to do Boston ruin my life? We can’t be seen together anymore you know that! I got people like that gossip columnist trying to out me.” Jason snapped.

“And why are you avoiding me Jason?” Boston demanded an answer.

“Look I can’t be seen in public anymore you know its showbiz. You know how it works.” Jason said boldly.

“I can’t believe you would do this to us to our love.” Boston began to cry.

“We both got careers Boston or have you forgotten my reputation in Hollywood rests on the fact that I maintain a fantasy. The first week of box office is crucial. I’ve got to make all the fan girls, the twenty something and the desperate housewives in their thirties and beyond believe they can have sex with me.” Jason laughed.

“So you’re going to get a beard and be a coward. Or let me guess you’re going to go running back to your old girlfriend Christina and she will be your beard again. You’re such a phony and fucking flake Jason.”

“And what about you and Sophie I bet you’re just want her to be your beard.” Jason shot back.

“I don’t love Sophie and I don’t want her I want you Jason.” Boston says calmly trying to regain his composure.

“I don’t know Boston. The media have been on our ass for the last few months lets just cool it down a bit more. We don’t want anyone to know about us.” “Yeah I realize you’ve changed ever since that gay movie a big hit. Now you’re more paranoid than ever. I miss going to basketball games, and seeing movies, working out, and spending quality time together. Don’t you?”

Jason closes his eyes as tears stream down his face. He didn’t want to unlock the memories of passion of the time he spent with Boston. Yet Jason kept on thinking that the more straight he appeared the bigger his salary was going to be. For his next movie Jason got paid several million dollars and if he takes on an action comic movie role his salary will jump to $10 million dollars. Jason was sick of Tobey Maguire getting the big payday from the Spiderman films and he was only getting $4 million per movie. Jason was fighting himself, his fears, and his feelings for Boston. It was a tug of war he knew he couldn’t win.

“We can’t talk here. I don’t know what to do Boston?”

“Why don’t we go down by the beach and have a walk and talk for a bit like we used to.” Boston said.

“I don’t know, I’m worried about the media seeing us.”

“Don’t worry I will guide you, I will protect you.” Jason grabs his wallet his lucky Orange cycle shirt Boston bought for him and the guys head out for the beach. On the drive to the beach Boston kept on thinking what he was going to say to Jason how he was going to get him back. Boston in kept on rubbing the turquoise ring Jason bought him that was similar to the one from the gay movie set.

It was a bit past 5:00 pm in the afternoon, the humidity died down. The rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean splashed across the sun kissed beach. No one was on the secluded section of the beach Boston and Jason had it all to themselves. The two young men walked in silence for ten minutes not knowing what to say to each other. Until Boston finally broke the silence.

“I don’t really know what’s going on here but I love you Jason. I had a girlfriend for seven long years Jason and I was going to marry her until I met you. You showed me when we met on the movie set what love really means. Maybe at the time I didn’t know that I was attracted to men but there was just something about you.” Boston replied softly.

“I had that same feeling when I met you Boston. It was just a quivering feeling in my soul and spine. It is killing me what the world is doing to us. I am so upset right now.” Jason said in a low voice.

“Let’s just do our own thing. Look at the gay boy band singer and gay reality TV star they aren’t hiding that they are dating. Why should we? Do you think people are stupid Jason that one moment we are together all the time and suddenly I am out of the picture.”

“My PR team was behind that. I guess we all got worried when the gossip website said I was going to come out. So my PR team said we are just friends.”

“Do you really believe that Jason? Are we just friends? I want to wake up next to you every single morning. I want to kiss your hair, face and skin. I want to feel myself deep inside of you Jason like our bodies should be united. I love those times. I want to feel your skin next to mine and I am on top of you.” Boston replied in vain.

Boston was silent he was waiting for Jason’s answer. Boston had been hurt before in his life and he couldn’t take rejection again. He had unloaded himself to Jason the first time finally telling him how he really felt about him.

“Well I….” Boston grabs Jason and passionately kisses him delicately on his lips. Boston never felt so bold in his entire life. He knew that everything just felt so right so perfect so sanguine and in place. Jason couldn’t fight his impulses and he pushed Boston to the ground and the two kissed one another with feverish kisses that had a sense of veracity to it.

For ten more minutes they two rolled around in the sand as Boston grabbed Jason’s butt and squeezed it in his hands. Jason kissed Boston’s neck, earlobe, and grabbed his crotch as both men’s cocks got hard. Boston pressed his groin right next to Jason as the throbbing passion between them could not be contained it was about to explode. Boston pulled his hands down Jason’s underwear and was just about to grab his erect penis but he stopped himself. He noticed a flash and a clicking sound in the distance.

He looked around though and saw nothing as Jason continued to kiss his neck. Jason was moaning and groaning louder and louder but Boston suddenly became agitated as his heart beat accelerated.

“Okay we must stop someone is watching us!” Boston blurted out

” Why?” Jason asked.

“Because I could of sworn I saw some photographers clicking out pictures.” Boston retorted.

“Fuck are you sure!” Jason screamed.

“Don’t be frightened.” Boston said quickly as his heart beat accelerated.

“This is all your fault!” Jason hollered.

“I didn’t force you to come to the beach you came on your own volition.” Boston snapped.

“I’m out of here.”  Jason got up and started to walk away.

” So you’re going to be a coward Jason or are you going to be a man?” Boston inquired.

“What do you want from me? What the hell do you want me to do?” Boston says.

Jason stops in his tracks and walks back to Boston. Boston gets up and grabs Jason’s hand. The two guys hear the clicking of the photographers in the distance hiding behind a sand dune.

“I want you Jason and I don’t care what the world thinks.” Boston sobbed.

“Why?” Jason cried.

“Because I love you.” Boston protested, Jason attempts to walk away from Boston but Boston grabs him and Jason doesn’t fight it.

Boston pulls off Jason’s shorts and grabs his cock and drinks it. Jason shakes and shivers as the love poured out of this body. Without thinking Jason drops to his knees and unlocked Boston’s brown shorts and returned the favor.

Boston ripped off Jason’s shirt and started to kiss his neck, his nipples, his hairy legs, the crack of his ass. Boston pulled Jason’s underwear off and grabs his bottom and pulls it into his direction.

Jason’s creamy ass is exposed for the world to see.

Boston next started to kiss Jason in his anus as his tongue circled his rectum. Boston wanted to relax Jason as he continued to kiss the crack of his ass over and over bathing it with his tongue. Boston quickly grabbed a rubber from his pocket.

“Oh Boston I’m ready come on baby ride me give it to me.” Jason moaned. Jason loved being fucked he had many dreams about being screwed by Boston again.

“I’m going to ride you alright man!” Boston groaned as he puts the condom on his eight inch cock and slowly entered Jason’s ass. Jason is overwhelmed by the euphoria  as the passion explodes all over his body.

It has  been a long time over two months since Jason felt Boston’s cock deep in his ass. Jason dreamed about being fucked by Boston and had fantasies about getting fucked by him.  Jason loved being a power bottom,  and he wanted to feel the waves of pleasure that washed over his body. Jason spread his hairy white ass because he wanted a good pounding. The sounds became louder and louder. Boston and Jason couldn’t control themselves. The passion was simply so powerful, so uncontrollable so unattainable, they couldn’t stop.

“So you like that Jason you like how I’m giving it to you baby.” Boston slurred.

“Yeah, oh yeah Boston, just keep on doing it I am going to come!” Jason screamed with pleasure.

“I’m fucking you up your tight ass baby!” Boston yells.

“Fuck me, yeah fuck me man!” Jason screams!

“Do you feel it Jason? Do you like my eight inch cock up your butt?” Boston asks.

“Yes Boston fuck me! Fuck me hard man!”

” Jason I’m coming are you coming?” Boston’s body started to shudder and several pelvic thrusts into Jason’s behind. Jason began to shake as the love flowed through his body.

“Yeah! Give it to me! Yeah Boston! Yeah!” Jason screamed at the top of his lungs like a volcanic eruption overflowed out of him.

“Yeah! Yeah!” Boston hollered as he rolled over.

“Yes baby! Yes! Fuck me harder Boston! Harder! Harder!”

“You like that baby?” Boston moaned.

“Yes fuck me I’m your bitch fuck my pussy fuck my white pussy!” Jason cried.

“Yeah give me you’re butt Jason spread your ass wider baby!” Boston groaned.

“Fuck me man give it to me real good. I want it so bad and I need it baby.” Jason screamed.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh Yeah! Fuck!” Boston yelled.

Jason couldn’t bear the sensations much longer as Boston’s ten inch cock was pushing hard on his prostate gland. It was like an electrical shock wave had surged thorough his body he couldn’t take it anymore.

Jason surrenders to Boston neither cared though they just wanted each other so bad. The flash bulbs exploded over Jason and Boston’s bodies  as they continued to French kiss  on the beach.