He had learned a great deal besides the art of sex. He had learned to talk to his customers, and from them he had acquired a certain rough polish. He knew how to dress, a little about manners and social niceties, and he wore a veneer of good taste that only added to his rugged charm.
He stood almost six feet, with a body that was slender but magnificently chiseled as though from fine stone. He had discovered that his looks were his big asset, and he saw to it that they were accorded the respect they deserved. He held rigidly to his insistence of a full night’s sleep, good meals, and time enough during the day for a period of working out. His arms rippled with muscles, his wide shoulders tapered to a slim waist and hips. With age the natural equipment that he possessed had grown into a treasure of splendid proportions.
He had begun, too, to supplement his regular earnings. While the men who came to see him were on the bed with him, or in the bathroom, their clothes were harmlessly draped on a chair across the room. Lenny glanced in that direction one afternoon, his eyes coming to rest on the bulge of a wallet in one pocket. From then on, the chair stood next to the bed, close enough that Lenny could reach it with one hand. He began regularly to help himself to a “tip” from each visitor, being shrewd enough to take amounts that he thought would not be noticed. If the wallet was filled with bills, he was generous with himself. If there were only a few there, he limited himself to one, or maybe two dollars.
His conscience, if he even had one, gave him no trouble. This was a business to him, and he had every right to make all that he could off of it. As for the customers, they were only so many dollar signs to him.
Sooner or later it was bound to occur to him that Carl was making an easy living off of him. He was doing the work, sweating and panting on the bed with countless men, and Carl was pocketing a lion’s share of the profit.
He no longer had to fear Carl. He was taller than his step father, and formidable in appearance. Even the knife in the pocket wouldn’t give Carl the courage to stand up to him. There was only one thing that he needed, Carl’s knowledge of picking up customers.
“I want to go with you,” he said one day when Carl was getting ready to leave the house.
“What for?” Carl asked, shooting him a suspicious glance.
“It gets kind of tedious, laying on that bed all day,” Lenny told him, making it apparent that his mind was made up. “And besides, I think I should know a little more about the business.”
Carl relented begrudgingly. He had no choice, after all, although he was shrewd enough to suspect what Lenny was leading up to.
In all this, as well as in sex, Carl was a good teacher, and Lenny was a good student as well. He accompanied Carl to the bars and parks where he made his contacts. He learned how to spot a prospect, and how to approach him, how to decide which ones were likely to be vice, and which ones weren’t worth wasting the effort on.
At first Carl had no reason to object. The prospects could see what they were getting, and Lenny’s youthful good looks, coupled with the air of innocence he learned to assume, increased their volume steadily.
The day came soon enough when Lenny felt that he was ready to move ahead on his own. He had learned all that he could from Carl, and from here on in Carl and his mother were just so much dead weight for him to carry around.
It was easy enough to get them out of the way. It took an anonymous call to the police, and a few days later the customer that Carl took home to his mother proved to be a vice officer. They were arrested, while Lenny stood across the street, out of sight behind a parked car, and watched them taken from the house. He was on his own, now, and ready to start moving.
He spent a day or two just loafing, enjoying his new freedom. Carl called once from the jail to ask Lenny to put up the money for bail and get a lawyer for them. Lenny promised he would, and promptly forgot about it when he had hung up the phone.
The second night, he decided that he was ready to go to work. He cleaned up, carefully shaving the hint of a beard that had begun to appear on his face. He picked his clothes carefully—tight fitting slacks that showed off the enticing contours of his buttocks and the impressive bulge in front. With a clean tee shirt, a sweater, and sneakers, he looked like the typical football hero—or nearly so.
He spent half an hour combing his hair, creating just the right effect of youthful abandon. Then, satisfied finally with his appearance, he left the house and set out for the park he had chosen as a starting place.
It didn’t take long. He hadn’t walked halfway through the darkened path before he was being followed. He turned off the path, heading for an area of darkness and trees where they would be unseen by passersby, and sized up his prospect with one quick glance. The man was in his thirties, nicely dressed in a conservative suit and tie, a little nervous as he hurried along in Lenny’s wake, following him off the path. Lenny flashed him a knowing smile to seal the bargain, and led the way further into the darkness, pausing finally at a clump of bushes.
The stranger approached slowly, giving Lenny a timid once over. The gleam in his eye was evidence that he liked what he saw.
“Nice night, isn’t it?” he said, coming to a standstill.
“For some things,” Lenny answered. He dropped one hand to his thigh and rubbed meaningfully. “You buying?”
“Ten dollars,” Lenny told him simply. He waited for the man to nod before he stepped back into the bushes, legs tensed, his hand tugging the zipper of his slacks downward.
As the stranger feverishly sought the pleasure that Lenny’s firm young body had promised, Lenny waited patiently, moving skillfully, judging when the man had gotten his money’s worth before allowing himself to reach completion.
They stood, readjusting their clothing. Lenny waited for the man to take his wallet from his pocket before reaching out one hand.
“I’ll take that,” he said coldly. He was free of Carl now, free to operate as he wanted, and had no intention of settling for chicken feed any more.
The stranger stared at him with an expression of fear in his eyes. “You said ten dollars,” he whined, but he offered no resistance as Lenny took the wallet from his hand.
“So?” Lenny went through it quickly, taking all the money and cramming it into his pocket. “Call the police, why don’t you. They might want to know what you were doing here in the bushes with a minor.”
The man swallowed, and said nothing. Lenny tossed the wallet to the ground, and looked over his companion again. “Give me the watch,” he snapped. “The watch, right now,” he said coldly when the man started to protest.
He took the watch and a tie pin that looked like a diamond. Not bad for twenty minutes work, he concluded, dropping them also in his pocket. He lifted his eyes to the stranger. It wasn’t just one man standing in front of him, helpless and frightened—it was all the men who had used him and squeezed the life from him—the father who had disappointed him, Carl raping him mercilessly, all of the others coming in and out of his bedroom. His fist shot out like a bolt of lightning.
The man’s cry caught in his throat and became instead a flow of blood that gushed from his mouth. Lenny hit him again and again, driving him to the ground. His fists and his feet rained blow after blow on the helpless figure writhing about in the grass.
Finally, his anger relieved, he left the man lying unconscious in the grass and strolled calmly away, his eyes studying the park about him, looking for another prospect.
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