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... past a crowd of them hanging out in the street. They'd curse at me as a walked by. I'd hear: "white cocksucker" or "c'mere, shit face" and the cutting words would send a shiver inside me, a shiver I'd feel again when I jerked of later. Sometimes I'd see a boy that had that look, that big-ball arrogance in his eyes, and I'd think of walking up to him. "Wanna b-b-b-low job?" Just the thought of saying that to one of them, just the thought of the way they'd look at me, the leering smile that would break on their face would fill me with a manic excitement. I came close to doing it a few times, but I couldn't get past the fear. I wasn't quite there yet. I knew I had changed, I was a cocksucker, but I still had other lessons to learn. ** It was an evening in early June when I heard my fathers knock on my door. I put my cock back in my pants and said "What?" "Kyle and his Dad are here for you." I could hear the disgust in his voice through the door. Jesus! I opened the door and asked my father what they wanted. "I don't know." He said this and looked behind him, as if he was wondering if they could hear him. He lowered his voice. "Something about showing you something." We just stood there looking at each other, and I had no doubt that my father remembered that phrase from the night of the fight. I wasn't afraid of Kyle, it was his father that scared me. Lately his comments when Kyle took me back to their place had seemed cruder. There was meanness about him. Kyle had that same ...

... meanness, but for all his threats, for all the cruel things he said to me, he had never actually hurt me. But his father - from what I had seen so far, he seemed like someone who would get off on pain. Someone who would hurt you, just for kicks. "I'm not going." I said. My father took a deep breath. "OK," he said. He stood there a moment, as if he was trying to gather something together inside of himself. "OK. I'll tell them." I looked across him at the framed photos, and thought of the Golden Gloves standings. What would happen when he told Ken no? Dad seemed resigned to something as he turned away. "Never mind," I said. One way or another I knew I was going, and I didn't want to leave seeing Dad spitting blood and teeth on the floor. "Never mind, I'll go with them." I said. He tried to hide the relief he was feeling, and I walked past him, grateful for the effort. They didn't smile, or say hello. They were all business as they turned and started walking. I followed, wondering what was going to happen. We walked into their apartment, and continued, as I expected, down the hallway to Kyle's room. Ken walked over to his bed, and picked up a couple of pillows and stacked them in the center of the bed. "Take your pants off." For all the shame of the things Kyle made me do, I had never been naked in front of him. I unbuttoned my waistband and pushed my jeans down and kicked them away. "Those too," he said, pointing to my underwear. When I pulled then down, they started laughing. ...