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CHAPTER ONE

It was only a few weeks after his new stepfather Carl had moved into their house that the trouble began for Lenny Adams.

Lenny was in his mother’s bedroom on some errand he forgot afterwards, and he stopped and stared about him at the new evidence of Carl’s presence in the house—the clothes scattered about, a pair of cuff links on the dresser, a beer can beside the bed. He didn’t know exactly how he got the urge, or why, but suddenly he wanted to see all of Carl’s things, open the drawers of the dresser and see what horrible secrets might be hidden there.

In the first drawer he saw nothing but a few shirts and some undershorts, and he was feeling silly and even a little guilty by the time he opened the second drawer. He poked half-heartedly at a pile of socks, and saw the corner of a photograph. Almost without interest, he pushed the socks aside and picked up a stack of photographs. He stared at the top one, his mouth hanging open, and then looked at one or two more. They were pictures of men and women, doing things he had seen Carl and his mother do, and a great deal more. They were all of them naked, their bodies unashamedly exposed to the camera, and the acts they were performing were things Lenny had heard talked about by other youngsters, but had never seen before, even in photographs. Some of the pictures were of men with women, but some of them were of two or more men together!

He pushed the drawer slowly shut, holding the photographs tightly in his hand, and hurried back to his own bedroom, closing the door after him. His mother and Carl were out—his mother had gone to the doctor for a check-up, and Carl had gone out a short time before.

Lenny lay on his bed and looked at the pictures, staring long and hard at each one. He ran his fingers slowly over the surface, half expecting to feel the touch of naked skin. He tried to imagine himself in those pages, but it was too foreign to his experience, and the image wouldn’t come. His body, however, responded to the efforts, and Lenny was aware of a growing rigidity, almost deliciously painful, in his loins.

He didn’t know when Carl had come in, or how long he had been standing there in the doorway. He happened to glance up once, and there he was, his lips under the mustache curled into an ugly grin, black eyes glittering strangely.

Lenny jumped to a sitting position, the pictures scattering as he dropped them from his hands. He stared at Carl in wide-eyed fright, not knowing what to expect in the way of punishment.

Carl chuckled and came toward the bed, seating himself beside Lenny. Automatically Lenny cringed from him, but the bed was small, and he was afraid to stand and move away.

“You like the pictures?” Carl asked, his eyes boring into Lenny. “Pretty hot, ain’t they?”

When Lenny didn’t answer, he chuckled again, picking up one of the pictures. He held it in front of Lenny. It was a picture of a man and a woman on a sofa.

“Ever do this sort of thing?” Carl asked. His breathing was strangely heavy and rapid, his nostrils flaring wide with each breath.

“Come on now, don’t kid me.” Carl had moved still closer, resting one hand on Lenny’s knee. “A good looking young stud like you, don’t tell me you’re a cherry.”

Lenny wanted to tell him that he didn’t even know what the term meant, but he was afraid to speak. Carl’s arm had gone about his shoulders, holding him close, and the hand on his knee was gently stroking the leg through the fabric of the jeans.

“What do you do, play around with fellows?”

“No!” Lenny almost shouted the word, horrified at the suggestion. He tried to pull away, but Carl held him firmly close.

Carl only laughed again at the boy’s embarrassment and shock. “Nothing wrong with that,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “You oughta try it.”

The hand on his knee had begun to move slowly upward. Lenny felt his stomach turning as he realized what Carl was leading up to. He sat frozen with terror, trembling in Carl’s arms.

“Now take me, for instance,” Carl went on, almost whispering now as his face came closer to Lenny’s. “I like a nice tender young boy every once in a while—good for a man’s constitution.”

He was pushing Lenny firmly backward, down against the surface of the bed, and Lenny felt the hand on his trousers, opening the buttons. He started to cry, trying in earnest to free himself from the embrace.

His efforts only amused Carl all the more

The hands became bolder and more insistent. “Hey, you got spirit after all,” Carl whispered hoarsely.

Lenny blushed scarlet with shame as his body was laid bare by the demanding hands. His jeans were being pulled off him, leaving him naked and helpless. He saw, through tear-filled eyes, the loathsome sight of Carl’s own body. Carl’s face loomed over him, and Lenny smelled the stale beer and the odor of cigarettes as the mouth found his, the tongue forcing itself into his mouth and choking him.

He struggled wildly, but to no avail. He was no match for the full grown man, and he felt himself being twisted into position, viciously handled.

A lightning bolt of pain shot through him, seeming to split his body in two, and a hand clamped tightly over his mouth to stifle the scream of pain that rose in his throat. The pain grew, surging up within him again and again. Carl’s breath was loud in his ear, and he knew that it was too late now to struggle.

He lay in an agony of physical pain and mental shame until it was over, barely fighting back the nausea as Carl’s motions became more rapid and more violent until finally, with a gasp of delight, Carl convulsed violently again and again.