Sausage Sighting of Billy Mumy and Jon Bon Jovi

Hi, Boomer,

This is Jeremy, Infinite Chazz's partner.  I saw Bill Mumy on your hookup wishlist.  I hope this is what you were looking for:

Summer 1991!  There has never been another summer like it.  Paula Abdul was at the top of the charts, Michael J. Fox and Keanu Reeves were at the top of the box office, and everyone was glued to the tv, wondering who killed Laura Palmer on Twin Peaks. 

I was a 21 year old undergrad at Florida State, studying philosophy of all things, and I landed the best summer job of all time -- an internship at Universal Studios in Orlando, where I became a gopher and script boy for the Superboy series!

It was about a college-age Clark Kent studying journalism at Shuster University.  Played by Gerard Christopher, aka Jerry Dinome, 30 years old, a strong romantic-lead type, a former physique model, tall, tanned, and buffed, with a bulge that wouldn't quit.  Hot!



I sidled up to Gerard, bringing him coffee and bagels, telling him that I wanted to be an actor (I actually didn't), trying to tease out whether he was gay or not -- and more importantly, whether he was into 21-year old philosophy majors!

Season 4 began with a two-parter (aired October 6th and 13th, 1991), in which Superboy runs afoul of Adam Verrel (Michael Des Barres), a stereotypic British-sophisticate villain.  Hey, I didn't write this stuff.

 Adam blackmails eccentric inventor Tommy Puck (Bill Mumy) into creating a super-weapon to take Superboy down.

Michael Des Barres was big, bold, and flamboyant, an androgynous glam rocker who had his own band in the 1970s, and had since performed with everyone from Blondie to Duran Duran.  He was newly divorced but still friends with Pamela Des Barres, quintessential groupie whose tell-all book,  I'm with the Band (1987), details wild nights of sex wilth everyone from Don Johnson to Mick Jagger.

Unabashedly bisexual, or I guess pansexual -- he liked sex, period.  And rather aggressively into me, with the hand on shoulder and accidentally-brushing-the-bum bits.  He wasn't at all my type, so I just kind of ignored him.

Bill Mumy was quiet, a little more reserved.  I never saw Lost in Space: I knew him from the old Twilight Zone episode where he plays a kid with eerie superpowers, and from his musical group Barnes and Barnes:  "Fish Heads" on the Doctor Demento radio show.

He was skinny, almost gaunt, with a long face and crazy hair, not really my type. 

Also rather conservative; Michael and Gerard went out drinking and "raising hell" after the table read, but Bill went back to his hotel to call his wife on the telephone.

We shot for two weeks.  During the last day, Michael wrapped his arm around my shoulders and said "Gerard and Bill and I are popping down to Fort Lauderdale tomorrow for a quiet little gathering at my mate Tico's house.  It's an overnight. Fancy coming along?"

An overnight party would certainly mean sharing Michael's bed.  But Gerard would be there, too -- showering, going to the beach, stripping down, all of those things that could lead to male-bonding and hand jobs.  Maybe I could convince Michael to "share"!  So I agreed.


Some quiet little gathering!  Tico turned out to be the drummer for Bon Jovi, and he had this marvelous five-bedroom house near the beach in Wilton Manors, the gay neighborhood of Fort Lauderdale.  He wasn't gay -- he had a live in girlfriend -- but half the guests were gay men.

The other half were famous musicians -- Jon Bon Jovi, George Michael, Blondie, Nikki Sixx of Motley Crue!

I don't remember what we had for dinner, but I remember everyone eating off paper plates while they cruised, flirted, and got wasted.  Pot and cocaine were passed around, and the scent of poppers filled the warm night air.

Some of the guests were skinny-dipping in the pool.  I saw one guy with an enormous cock just walking around, flapping in the wind.

Michael wasn't nearly as aggressive as he had been in Orlando -- he mingled extensively, never staying with one person for more than a minute or so.

 Gerard and Bill Mumy stayed together, almost defensively.  They were both getting rather high.

 I imagine that Gerard wasn't used to being ignored. Sure, he was the star of a popular tv series, but here, he was a minor celebrity, even a nobody -- did anybody but junior high boys actually watch Superboy?

Around 9:00 pm, Gerard suddenly grabbed Michael and Bill and dragged them into the house.  They returned naked except for socks on their cocks, like the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and started singing "Welcome to California."

Wow!  Gerard naked, with his enormous cock barely hidden by a gym sock.  Michael and Bill, too, but I couldn't keep my eyes off Gerard.


Until Bill Mumy got a slight sock misfunction.  It slipped off, leaving his nice semi-aroused 7" for everyone to see.

Some of the guests hooted, and one yelled "Danger, Will Robinson!", which I guess is a line from Lost in Space.

When he saw what had happened, Bill covered up and rushed into the house.  He didn't come back.

In the morning, we had breakfast, then caught our flight back to Orlando.  I saw Bill again in the spring, when he reprised his role as the eccentric inventor on Superboy, but I didn't mention the sock misfunction.

I guess that was pretty convoluted, huh?  A lot of buildup for a momentary glimpse of Bill Mumy's penis.

Would it help if I told you that I had sex with Michael Des Barres that night?  Good kisser, very big cock, mostly an oral bottom.

And I also went down on Jon Bon Jovi in the bathroom?