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... his pictures, remembering. "God, it was unbelievable. You can't believe how tough they are. And so quick. It's like you feel helpless. I thought I was pretty good, and I was." He pointed to the pictures. "I mean I thought I might even be city champ. Then they matched me against this guy. Cleveland. Earl Cleveland . . ." He ran his fingers down the yellowed standings, and found his name. "Guy had a jab like a rocket. Couldn't even see it coming. Plus he had a mouth on him." The story was coming out of him like a flood, and I knew he had never told anyone this. Maybe the facts of the fight, but not what it really felt like deep down inside. "Started calling me names . . . white boy . . . queer . . . pussy ass." Pussy. That was the word for me. I jumped in. "Kyle calls me that. Pussy. When he's about to shoot." "I think it was his mouth, more than his jabs, that beat me. Once Earl started mouthin' off like that - I started feeling weak, scared." So strange - my father was describing a beating he'd received, and I could feel myself becoming aroused. "It's like they know how to get to you. They're so cocky, so . . . mean." So it had happened to him too. I could hear it in his voice, that same feeling I had. I knew listening to him that he had turned that long ago beating, and Ken's humiliation into something sexual. "I've done Kyle, too," he said. Now he was smiling. "It was that day you and him went into your room and closed the door. . ." "Did you hear us?" I whispered. We were ...

... standing close to each other, speaking very softly. These were secret things that we said. "I wondered if you could hear us . . . if you could hear the noises and the things he was saying to me." "I listened at the door. I heard every word. . ." That was the day Kyle got off my telling me my Dad was a sissy. "Remember I went out later that day? I met him on the elevator. Just him and me. And he started telling me about you. He just stood there, slouching against the wall, saying what a good little cocksucker you were. . ." I stood there, wondering if he was as hard as I was. He had that look in his eyes, that milky distraction that I'd seen in Ken, Kyle and the others. I wanted to reach into my pants. "God that kid had nerve! Slouching there, saying that about you. What a pair he had. . . smirking up at me . . ." I did it. I reached down and felt myself. My cock was hard, it had poked out of the side of my underwear and it had pushed its way down my pants leg. Everything around me just dissolved, except for the sound of Dad's voice . . . "We got off the elevator and he said: 'Come with me." Just like that, like there was no question. We went into the stairwell." Jesus. This was like a dream. I felt my cock in my pants - - it was throbbing. "God, that kid is built!" Dad was doing the same thing; he had his hand on his crotch too. "I hadn't seen a black kid that age since I was a freshman in high school . . ." He sounded like he was in a trance - I don't think he was even aware ...