student in high school. I wonât have you talking bad about him.â
âDamn itâthis is the guy I chased down the street that night.â
âYou son of a bitch, I wonât have you talking that way. Please leave.â
Rena was really mad. I walked to the door, opened it, closed it, and I was gone. I got in my car and was half-way home on the freeway when I realized I had left my top coat back in her apartment.
I pulled off the freeway, got it going the other way, and drove back. I parked and got out.
I walked up to the apartment and was about to ring when I saw something through the curtain. Arnold and Rena were kissing, a long hard kiss. He had her down upon the sofa, her dress up around her hips, one of her breasts out, and she was grasping his penis in her hand.
It looked exciting. I watched.
She began to rub his joint. He lifted his head, sucked at her breast, then leaped back from the breast to the mouth, one of hands going down and pulling at her panties. Then I heard somebody coming down the walk and I pulled away from the curtain quickly and walked toward my car. A little drop of sweat rolled down my neck.
I started the car and drove off. HellâI could get the coat in the morning or they could keep it. As I drove off, though, I had the feeling that I would have liked to have watched the rest of that scene. It had to be good.
That kid Arnold had a lot of technique. He should haveâafter watching me all those nights with Rena.
âA ll these guys,â he said, âwalking around the room with just their shorts on, not naked but with their shorts on, some with hard-ons, some with half hard-ons, soft soft, walking around the room, saying, âIâm tough. I hate those goddamn fags. Iâll beat the shit out of a fag!â They had a shit-thing going,â he said, âeverybody liked to shit. Another thing they liked to do was run across the street naked from one house to another. One time a guy was running across the street naked with half a hard-on and hollering and there was this guy sitting in his car and the guy jumped up on the hood and shit on the windshield. The other guy didnât know what to do.â
âWell,â I said, âI guess he could have turned on his windshield wipers.â
âAnother time this guy was an All-American tackle and he was fucking this girl with this shade open and about twenty-five or thirty guys were watching. Suddenly he stopped, got up on her and shit on her.â
âWell,â I said, âitâs sexual, I guess. Then there are some guys who pay women to shit and piss on them. Then there are some guys who like to be shit and pissed-upon, spiritually. Not me. Iâve had enough. I ask kindness out of a woman but most American women canât give it, not under the age of forty. For that matter, neither can men. But women are colder than men because itâs much easier for them to get picked up, fucked, possibly loved. I guess a lot of men go fag simply out of disgust.â
âThe whorehouse,â he said, âhas been a great saver of manâs spirit.â
âAmen,â I said, âbut where can a woman go? Even though itâs easier for them, itâs not always easier. There ought to be whorehouses for women too. Clit-licking guys with giant cocks and muscular bodies. But I suppose itâs all a matter of supply and demand. If women needed whorehouses badly enough theyâd arrive.â
âItâs like you say, itâs too easy for them. A woman can walk into a bar and there will be twelve guys sitting there, ready to go, ready to fight over her. Whereâs a bar a guy can walk into and have twelve women sitting there ready to fuck him, fight almost to the death for him?â
âNowhere in America,â I said. âNowhere in this land and in this time.â
âWhatâs a man to do?â he asked.
âNothing. Most men settle for 2nd or 3rd or
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