West Hollywood, June 1994We gave Chazz the nickname Infinite because he was infinitely hung, with at least a Mortadella, and because he was infinitely attractive. Every guy in sight cruised him. He would go out to the bars and come back with six telephone numbers.
We met when I was working at a camp for juvenile delinquents, but we didn't become friends until February 1994, when he was 20 years old, taking classes at Cal State Fullerton and working at Disneyland.
For the next two months, he drove up to West Hollywood nearly every Friday or Saturday, whichever day he had off, to go to dinners, parties, and Shabbat services.
He was a big hit at parties, where he usually won the "biggest penis" contests.
He always shared our bed, unless he was out on a date.
In April 1994, a week or two after Passover, Infinite Chazz started dating Kris, a 19-year old aspiring actor, fresh out of high school in New Jersey."He's super-hot, and super-talented," Chazz gushed on the telephone. "He's only been in town six months, but he's already been in some movies and tv shows."
"So, you've been on three or four dates," I pointed out. "When do we get to meet him?" It was customary to introduce the prospective boyfriend to the friends on the second date, to get their approval. Barring that, the fourth or fifth date -- to share.
So the next weekend they had us over for dinnre at Kris's terrible one-bedroom apartment on DeLongpre, just south of Sunset in Hollywood.
Kris was a ginger boy with a bright open face and a wide mouth. Good for kissing, good for other things.
But Chazz didn't invited us to share!
Too soon?
During the month of May, I saw Chazz and Kris often.
They came to Shabbat services, followed by dinner at the French Quarter.
No sharing afterwards.
I had lunch alone with Kris while Chazz was at work.
No sharing afterwards.
This was getting annoying.It was ok to wait a couple of weeks, but it had been over a month!
The full story, with nude photos and explicit sexual situations, is on Tales of West Hollywood.