Gang Violence

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Chapter 1

David Glasspool knew he was lucky, knew he should feel lucky, but didn’t feel very lucky at all.

He was tall, six foot three inches, muscular, and very good-looking. His mother worked nights at Ludmeyer Bread so that he could go to Brother Martin High School, rather than one of the public schools in New Orleans. In the tenement building that he and his widowed mother lived in, he had his own bedroom and even had a transistor radio.

When he graduated in 1964, he knew there was something, something he was supposed to be doing, but no one had told him what it was. So he spent his days hanging out with his buddies from Brother Martin, getting into mischief and committing petty crimes here and there.

He did know he wasn’t supposed to be attracted to his friends, wasn’t supposed to want to kiss them or to see them naked. But he did. He did want to hold them tightly and wanted to rub his cock against them and wanted to taste their cocks and have them taste his.

He contented himself with the occasional friendly hug, the occasional male camaraderie.

The boys from East Jefferson High School stood on Lee Circle, looking for trouble. David and three of his buddies got off the streetcar, and stepped right into the middle of the six surly youths. The usual pushing and shoving and name calling ensued, then David threw the first punch.

Two of the boys lay on the ground, three more ran away. Mark and Sammy held fast onto the smallest of the youths, who stood and sniveled and cried.

“Here, let me have him,” David laughed and grabbed Peter Lerwill by the collar of his canvas jacket.

“Say hello to God, crybaby,” Mark laughed as Peter burst into fresh sobs. “‘Cause Dave’s going to kill you!”

Peter whined and begged and pleaded and struggled as David hurried the boy down a maze of streets and alleys. Altındağ Escort He pulled the resisting boy up to the apartment he and his mother shared, and then entered the dark apartment.

“Oh God, help me!” Peter wailed.

“Shh, man!” David said. “Shit, Old lady Begnaud just had a baby! Don’t wake the little bastard up!”

Peter was no stranger to violence; his mother divorced his father then married Nick Jackson, a burly man that seemed to delight in beating Peter for the flimsiest of excuses. But David was even bigger than Nick and this time, Peter and his new friends had been the one to start the fight. David had a reason to kill him.

He was small, like his mom, and had her light brown hair, brown eyes, and pouting lips.

“Dick sucking lips,” Nick crudely called them.

He also had his mother’s large nose, a source for both mother and son’s low self-esteem.

“So, how old you, man?” David asked.

“Nineteen, I got hell back last year,” Peter whimpered.

“No fooling? Hey, what’s your name anyway?” David went on.

“Peter, I uh, I got to pee,” Peter said.

“Oh, okay, bathroom’s right here,” David said and showed Peter the bathroom.

Peter looked out the bathroom window and his heart dropped. He was afraid of heights, and the third story window looked out onto a concrete alley. Even if he wasn’t afraid of heights, he knew he’d never make the leap without serious injury.

He emptied his bladder and his bowels and washed his hands, then resigned himself to his fate and left the bathroom.

“In here,” David called out and Peter slowly walked into the bedroom.

David lay stretched out on the small bed, dressed in only his boxer shorts. He motioned to Peter and Peter looked at him, unsure of what David wanted.

“Come on, man, get out of Escort Altındağ them duds,” David laughed and snapped his belt.

Peter was no stranger to the leather belt; Nick routinely used it on Peter’s slender buttocks.

“All of it, man,” David, insisted, as Peter stood in front of him in his not very white briefs.

“Okay, turn around and grab a hold of the desk,” David ordered and Peter assumed the position for the belt.

Instead, he felt David’s hands softly caress his slender buttocks. He felt David’s large hands encircle his slender waist, then his hips. The hands left his backside for a moment, and then he felt David’s thumbs pry the slender buttocks apart.

“Uh!” he grunted in alarm as a large finger pressed against his tightly clenched anus.

: Don’t fight it; you hear me?” David hissed in his ear and roughly jammed the finger into Peter’s virgin hole.

Even with the petroleum jelly lubricating it, it was still a painful intrusion. Peter grunted and whimpered as David thrust his finger in and out of Peter’s rectum.

“Oh God yes,” David sighed as he slipped his cock into Peter’s well-greased hole.

“Stop, pull it out,” Peter sobbed and begged.

“Oh yeah,” David groaned and loosed a torrent of sperm into Peter’s tightly squirming rectum.

Peter sobbed in shame as his own semen splattered onto the side of David’s desk. David easily picked him up and lay him down on the small bed. Then David took Peter’s small cock into his moth and sucked on it for a few moments.

“I uh, I’m going to, you need to stop that,” Peter warned and David sucked all the harder.

He held the smaller boy tightly and kissed him. Then he rolled the boy onto his back and slipped his greasy cock into Peter’s stretched rectum. They looked into each other’s eyes as David took him Altındağ Escort Bayan like a man would take a woman.

“I want you to grow your hair long,” David ordered and thrust his tongue into Peter’s mouth.

“You mean, like the Beatles?” Peter laughed as David began to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and harder into Peter.

“No, man, like Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones. He’s tough,” David grunted and thrust his tongue into Peter’s mouth again, then stifled a guttural scream as he began to pump his semen into Peter’s rectum.

They took a shower together, getting out when the water turned ice cold. Peter fell asleep, cradled in David’s arms.

Nick took one look at Peter and burst out laughing.

“So someone turned you out, huh, sissy?” Nick guffawed and Peter burst into tears of shame.

Two months later, a middle-aged man made the mistake of calling David what he really was, a loser. The judge gave David Glasspool a choice, do ten years hard labor for manslaughter, or join the United States Army, bound for Vietnam.

David did two tours of duty in Vietnam and rose up the ranks to Drill Instructor. The Armed Services was exactly what he had been searching for.

He served in the Army for twenty-two years, until allegations of ‘conduct unbecoming an officer’ were brought to bear against him and he retired.

Peter cried and cried when his lover of two months was taken away from him. They wrote each other almost daily at first, and then David’s letters began to come less and less frequently. When several weeks with no letter had elapsed, Peter took all of his money from his savings account and bought a bus ticket for Atlanta, Georgia. On the bus, he met Bobby Boudreaux, a gorgeous, curly haired, dimpled eighteen years old. They decided to go on to New York City and see what they could find there.

Both turned very naturally to prostitution and found no shortage of customers.

In 1978, Peter caught what seemed to be influenza, but just could not shake the bug. Then Bobby succumbed to it too. Both died of the mysterious illness and were buried in an unmarked grave.

The End.

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