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But nothinā was helpinā. Nothinā was helpinā. Knowinā that didnāt mean shit. Seeinā that didnāt mean fuck. I still had that hard-on anā the churninā in my gut anā the roar in my brain. Anā I was startinā to drown in it. Startinā to drown. Knowinā this is crazy. This is fuckinā crazy, Curt! Fuckinā crazy!
Then I heard somebody walkinā towards me. Heavy feet. One set. Probāly boots. Probāly a guy. I looked around anā could of sworn it was daylight, the lamps were so bright. I ducked my face down to keep it in shadow. I didnāt look up till I knew he was passinā me. No thought. No nothinā. I just grabbed him from behind anā slung him against the wall anā pressed my file to his throat anā snarled, āShh...shh, not a fuckinā word. Not a fuckinā word.ā
I shoved him down to this sort-of alley -- my arm tight around his neck, the file digginā into his skin -- till we slammed against this dumpster. He was tryinā to say somethinā, but my arm was too tight on his throat.
āShut up,ā was all I could say. Could snarl, really.
Before he knew what I was doinā, Iād yanked down his pants anā shoved myself inside him. He tried to yell, but it got caught in his throat, I had so good a hold on him. He couldnāt even call for help. Then I did to him what I wanted to do to Curt -- I mean, Chad.
Shit, it was perfect. Just beinā inside him made it all good, again. Quiet. Peaceful. I didnāt take so long, this time. I got it over, quick anā dirty. Anā when I was done anā the guy was lyinā on the ground, chokinā anā moaninā anā gaspinā, I kicked him in the back -- two, three times -- anā walked away. Anā when I finally got home, I woke Connie up anā fucked her, too.
Shit. Shit, that guy -- tā this day, I couldnāt tell you what he looked like or how old he was or even for sure that he was a guy instead of a girl. Well, that part I knew for sure ācause of what I made him do, anā how I smeared his face with it. I just remember that when I had control of him, it felt right. Felt good. So...damn...fuckinā...good. He was mine. Even out in the middle of fuckinā Hollywood. With cars drivinā by just a few feet away anā people walkinā by just a few yards away anā cops keepinā their eyes out for homeless people to roust just a block away, anā even God watchinā from all that far away, he was mine. Nobody elseās. All mine, anā I could do what I fuckinā wanted with him anā make him do what I fuckinā wanted anā he couldnāt do a fuckinā thing about it. Anā thatās what I did.
Anā Jesus Christ, I couldnāt wait tā do it, again.
Chapter Four
We set it up for the next Saturday. Be there. Call our guy at six. Have him over by eight or nine. Iād take him down then the two of usād carry him to the bedroom. Iād do my thing. Should be done by eleven. Pay him anā kick his ass out anā go scoutinā for a beer or two by midnight. Anā if he gave us any trouble, Lenny had some Cat to slip him, anā let him try anā make sense after that. So we were ready. All nice anā neat anā scheduled out like a battle plan.
Lenny decided to use one of those āmodel/escortā characters who got ads in the back of the weekly fag-rags. I bet he spent hours lookinā āem over, comparinā āScottā with āTadā anā āMidwest Studā with āItalian Stallionā anā on anā on. Dreaminā of how itād go. Jackinā off to it. Youād of thought he was planninā his weddinā, or somethinā. The guy he finally settled on called himself āJeremy.ā
I had to admit, Jeremy sounded right. āStraight stud loves to get serviced. Junior in college. 6-1, 185, 30ā waist, swimmerās body, 8 by 5 1/2 anā cutā -- I donāt get what that means, but no way in hell did I want to ask Lenny or Wayne; sometimes you just gotta know what info you donāt need to know, yāknow? -- āYour wet dream cum true.ā Of course. No picture, but Lenny didnāt care.
āHe claims heās straight,ā Lenny said. āThat makes it even more like the real thing, right?ā
I snickered at it. Snickered at any guy who says heās straight but makes his livinā gettinā sucked off by another guy. Or more. āGay for pay,ā my ass. When I get sucked off, itās ācause I got no other way to get some quick cash. Short of dealinā, again. Anā deep in the back of my mind, I know Iām thinkinā of Connie the whole time. Like itās her doinā it. āCourse, thatās the only way I can do somethinā like that with Connie. She hates suckinā on my dick. On anybodyās dick. Her attitude is, Why not just fuck? So thatās what weād do. Havinā a guy suck me off was just a change of pace. Anā like I said, in prison you get to learn real quick -- a mouthās a mouth. But payinā to put ads in some twinky West Hollywood piece of superficial shit newspaper? Anā makinā a livinā at it? What bullshit.
So I came over ābout four anā Lenny showed me the setup. Heād prepped the guest bedroom, downstairs, takinā out all the pictures anā furniture, leavinā only a four-poster bed anā
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