Chapter 6
THE BOYS
It was my wish to interview the actual owners of the Youth Exchange to get a full picture of their operation but I was discouraged by them at every move. They fear publicity and resented the fact that I was doing a book on their most unique club. Now and then I received threats anonymously over the phone but I ignored them all. Once I started interviewing the club members news of my activity had, no doubt, reached them. I was well along in my interviews when the Youth Exchange finally caught up with me via the phone. After ignoring the first threat I blandly expressed a desire to interview the caller. The phone was immedately hung up.
The Youth Exchange did manage to discourage some of its members from talking to me by sending out notices that a "detective" in the guise of a free lance writer was trying to get information. This play backfired when a dozen or so members quit, fearing that the club was at the brink of being discovered. From then on I was not bothered by any more midnight phone calls.
But I did manage to find out the inner workings of the Youth Exchange through the boys I came in contact with when I interviewed the women they were servicing. Most of the time I found the women I talked to between boys but, every now and then, I would find a boy who had been sent by the Exchange with the mature female I had gone to interview. When this happened I used the opportunity to talk to the boys. The majority of them stated frankly that they had been instructed not to talk to me or anyone else outside the Youth Exchange. However, I did find a few boys who were willing to talk to me about how they became a part of a nation-wide sex club that offered very young boys to mature women.
CASE HISTORY: Harry, age 17.
The subject is a very handsome boy with a good physique. I met him at the apartment of a fifty year old widow who claimed she was worth a half a million dollars. Her apartment seemed to support her claim since it was expensively furnished and in the richest part of the city.
After I had interviewed the woman I turned to the boy who had been listening all the time and asked him to talk. Harry smiled and informed me that the Youth Exchange had warned him about me but, convinced that I was just a writer and not a detective, he agreed to speak into the tape recorder.
"I suppose you want to know about my past, not that I can have much of a past at the age of seventeen. Well, I have no sob story to give. I was brought up in a nice house with nice parents in a nice town. I was getting ready to go to college and prepare myself to get into business or a profession and eventually marry a nice girl and have a nice house in a nice town and become a nice parent. But, at the age of sixteen, I felt that there had to be more to life than becoming a carbon copy of my father so I just packed a bag, took a couple of hundred out of my bank account and left leaving a note on my pillow just like it's done in the movies. I told my parents that I just had to stop my feet from itching before I was ready to settle down.
"I had no plan but I headed West. In the first big city I came to I took a job washing dishes in a greasy spoon for forty bucks a week. I lived in a crummy flea bag hotel that took twenty of those forty dollars each and every week and I had the greatest urge to turn around and go home.
"At the hotel there was a fag who was always after me. I avoided him until he said he'd give me twenty bucks if I spent the night with him. Hell, that was a week's rent right there so I agreed. I went with him to his room which was not much better than mine and, as soon as he locked the door, he groped for my rod and kissed me. I didn't mind him feeling me up but I couldn't stand his fruity lips on mine.
"We took off our clothes and, even though I've never had queer relations before, I've got an erection. I guess when you're sixteen any kind of sex will make you hot. The fag pulls on me and gets to his knees. He mouths me and I let loose. Then he asks me to do the same to him. I've known guys who have hustled queers before and they only let the queers do them and not the other way around. I tell the guy I don't swing that way. 'Well,' he says, 'we have the whole night together and I'll expect my twenty dollars worth."
"I guess I gave him his twenty dollars worth. He does it to me in the can and I do it to him the same way. I keep hoping he'll fall off to sleep but he stays awake half the night complaining that all he wanted was five minutes of my time to go down on him. He gets on my nerves so much that I decide to mouth his penis and get it over with.
"I guess we're all a little queer. If I wasn't I wouldn't have gone to the room with the fag in the first place. Anyhow, making oral love to him wasn't as bad as I had thought. When he shoots into me, though, I spit out. The fag doesn't mind because he knows that he has just had my oral 'cherry' and this makes him happy.
"The fag tells me he can line up other homos for me if I want to make a living at sex. At twenty bucks a night I'm not ready to turn him down. So, I become a whore to queers at the age of sixteen. One of them falls in love with me and takes me to California. I become his mistress, if that's the word I can use, and we live together in a three room apartment facing the ocean. I don't have to do any work at all except making the queer scene. One night this guy brings in a new boy and tells me that I'll have to move my ass out. He's grown tired of me. When you hustle you have to expect that. I don't kick because I know a few other fags willing to take me in.
"By the time I turn seventeen I've had about fifty or sixty guys and I'm driving around in a sportscar I've paid cash for. I'm one of the busiest queer hustlers in California until I get busted. The cops raid a fag party I'm at and I have an arrest record. My parents find out about it and they wash their hands of me saying that since I was no longer a man, I could no longer be their son. Nice people. Well, I can't kick. I was bound to run into the law sometimes.
"Since it's my first arrest I get a suspended sentence. As I'm walking out of the court this guy follows me. I had seen him sitting in the spectator section before and I figured that, since he knew I hustled, he wanted to make a deal. I sure as hell wasn't going to hustle again just after I got out of court. The next time I'd be sent to jail.
"The guy catches up to me and strikes up a conversation. He invites me to have coffee and cake with him at a nearby cafeteria and I ask him point-blank just what is his game.
"'You're a very good looking young boy and ... ' he begins
"'Hold it!' I shout out loud on the street. 'I know what you want and the answer is no!'
"The guy is a fast, smooth talker. He admits that he was hanging out in that courtroom just to pick up good looking young boys who were at loose ends and who didn't mind selling their bodies. He claims that he recruits for the Youth Exchange that supplies boys to older women. He offers me a job.
"I think he's crazy. I've never heard of older women buying young boys. 'You must mean older mew,' I tell him.
"'Well, if you're not interested in women at all then I can't use you. I find that most of you fag hustlers are straight but a few of you are just as gay as the guys you bed down with,' he tells me and starts to walk away.
"I can't let that slide by. I stop him and say, 'I'm no queer. I just hustle for money. I like women. If you really have women willing to buy boys I'm ready."
"He grins. 'These women aren't young and beautiful,' he says. 'Some of them are old enough to be your grandmother. Not every kid can make it with them."
"'I can."
" " 'We'll see,' he says. 'We'll test you out first."
"He takes me to his car which is brand new and worth five G's easy. I keep thinking that he's going to turn out to be just another queer with a phony line. He drives out to a house in L.A. and introduces me to a gray-haired woman of about fifty-five or so. Her name is Paula and she runs the Youth Exchange. I look around the place and it looks like an ordinary house to me except there are two other women a little younger than she is opening letters and talking on the telephone.
"'This is the headquarters of a very special club,' Paula says. 'Older women, such as myself, find a need to be loved by young boys, such as yourself. My job is to bring you together."
"I'm starting to believe it all. When I ask just how much I can make she smiles and tells me that depends on how good I am. She calls one of the younger women over. She is in her late forties but dresses in a much younger way with skin-tight leotards and a blouse cut so low you can see the tops of her breasts. 'Norma,' the gray-haired woman says, 'take Harry here and see how good he is. He's been making it with men so far and I don't know if he can do the same to women."
"Norma pats my cheek and leads me into a bedroom on the next floor. She tells me to strip down so she can examine me. I take off my clothes and this older woman plays around with my body. I develop an erection and she watches until I'm fully aroused. She plays her hand over me. 'Nothing special but you have enough there to make our ladies happy,' she tells me. 'And I'm the first lady you'll have to please."
"Even though I've had plenty of men I'm still cherry in straight sex. I hope I don't foul up because, so far, it looked as if I had fallen into a great deal: being paid to screw!
"The woman takes off her blouse and I can see that she is wearing a very small bra even though she has a nice set of boobs. She peels off her leotards and she has a very small set of black panties on. Her underwear looks like a bikini. Norma takes off her bra and she has huge nipples that look like tea saucers. Then she takes off her panties and I notice that she isn't a natural blonde. 'All right, honey,' she says opening her arms, 'let me see you in action."
"When I go over to her she backs down on the bed with her arms still open. I fall into them and shove my meat right into her opening. It is very loose and wide so I sink in to the hilt. She sure as hell must have had a lot of guys. I begin to screw her. What the hell was there to sex, anyhow? I hadn't been queer when I took on that fruit at the fleabag hotel and I managed to do all right. Straight sex can't be that much different.
"I feel her nipples getting harder under my chest as I pump. I was exciting her, I understood that much. I make my strokes as long and as hard as possible without pulling my penis out of her body. When I screwed guys I had done the same thing. I wait until I can hold back no more and spill like crazy. Norma moans and pats my back as I pour out. I rest on top of her until I'm empty.
"'That was all right, honey,' she tells me
'Now let's see how you talk in French."
"I knew what she meant because the fags I've hustled used the same term. I put my mouth against her opening and it felt strange since I was used to having a long, tube of flesh here. Now there was this furry slit. I chew, lick and run my tongue into her as far as I could. I don't know if I'm pleasing her or not for awhile but then I hear her moaning and groaning with pleasure. I keep this up for what must be fifteen or twenty minutes before she says, 'Now to talk Greek, honey."
"Well, I've Greeked a lot of guys before so this experience wasn't going to be unusual. Norma rolls over on her belly with her behind up. Her buttocks are large, wide, smooth and a lot better looking than a man's can. 'Use vaseline,' she tells me. 'It's on the table."
"I get up and rub vaseline all over my penis. At the same time I pull to make it hard. I can't fail the test now. I finger out a gob of vaseline and poke it into her opening just as I've done so many times before with men. I place my body on top of hers and slip my stiffened flesh between her butt halves until I reach that spot. I know that a lot of men find it hard to take sex this way so I was sure that I would hurt this woman. Anyhow, I push on and begin to sink into her. Norma gives me those moans again. At least I'm pleasing her ... I hope.
"When I go in as far as I can I pump until I spill once more. Since I hadn't much rest after that first time I was glad to see that I did manage to show virility. I lay on her until I get limp and then pull out. I wait for her next order.
"Norma grabs my rod and gives it a stiff yank. 'You got it, boy!' she tells me.
"What I got was a job. My picture is taken for some sheets of paper the Exchange sends out to the club members and I'm allowed to stay at the house for the night. The gray-haired woman named Paula who owns the organization tells me that she does not make a habit out of keeping boys on the premises in order not to arouse suspicion. But, she was going to arrange other quarters for me.
"The next day I'm sent to a small hotel in Santa Monica where there are a dozen other boys my age who belong to the Youth Exchange. We are all told not to have any sex outside of our assignments. No boy is sent out to a woman who hasn't had at least three days rest before. That first sex experience with a club member was very important and the women did not want someone who was already drained. Drinking and drug-taking were also ruled out. The Exchange wanted fresh, young, healthy studs.
"I find out that the other boys had led much the same kind of life as I had. Most of them had hustled queers and had been picked up by that recruiter after being set free. The guy made a career out of sitting in the courtrooms to get young boys busted for hustling. This way he knew that the kid was both available and willing to sell his body.
"The boys are called by the Youth Exchange to appear at the headquarters one by one when their time comes up. If a boy misses just one assignment he is out for good. Since we are all living rent free and are given enough money for food no one wants to louse themselves up.
"The youngest guy at the hotel is sixteen and the oldest is eighteen. The Exchange has younger kids going all the way down to twelve. These younger boys are kept at private homes run by the Exchange and looked over by adults.
Since we're considered old enough to live without adult supervision we are more or less on our own. Actually none of us stay at the hotel or the houses for long because there is always a demand for our services and there is also a quick turnover in boys. Some kids quit after the first assignment and others, who stay on, become too old or too stale. At the age of seventeen I have just a year to make what I could at the racket.
"The financial end is chancy. I mean, the boys only get one fourth of the weekly fee the woman sends in. If a boy rates only a hundred dollars a week he gets twenty five for himself. This is a little more that what I had gotten making queers but the Exchange tells me that there are expenses in keeping us in housing and food. But, all the tips we get from the women are ours. And this is what makes the racket worthwhile. I've known of some guys who drove back to L.A. in cars they've managed to get out of their ever-loving women. I've had eight assignments so far and I'm doing better now than I had been doing with men. I also get to travel a lot. The eight women have all been in different parts of the country. One of them had a place in the Virgin Islands so I really had myself a vacation. The only complaint I have is that I hadn't started with the Exchange long ago. Of course, it's only been in operation for two years and Paula, the owner, is worried about being found out. But that dame is making money hand over fist. I figure that she has between forty and sixty studs servicing about five hundred women all over the country. With all the kids bringing in between a hundred to two hundred a week the Exchange must be making about fifty grand each month! And, from what I hear, the recruiter is always bringing in new kids so there is the demand for fresh meat. We can pick up an extra fifty bucks for every kid between the ages of sixteen and eighteen we can bring into the Exchange. The price goes higher for younger kids. If I could line up a pretty twelve year old boy I'd get a hundred easy.
"I just don't have the heart to get the real young ones into the Youth Exchange. I've brought in a couple of seventeen year olds, though. These were guys I've found hanging around outside a queer bar looking to see if they could make ten bucks or so for a quickie. They live at the same hotel that I do and they never stop thanking me enough for steering them into the racket. When a kid gets to be about seventeen or so I figure he has a right to do with his body as he pleases. I feel sorry for the kids of twelve and thirteen. They're really being exploited. The Exchange only gives them a few extra dollars every now and then claiming that they are put-ting their share of the fees in bank accounts that they'll get when they're old enough. I doubt it. I think these kids are just slaves."
CASE HISTORY: Arnie, age 8.
I met the subject in the home of a thirty-eight year old woman whose husband was traveling in his business most of the time. The woman was a tall, shapely brunette with an excellent figure who had recently found out that her husband indulged himself in teenaged girls when on the road. Taking young boys into her bed was her way of getting revenge. After awhile she discovered that she had developed a fondness for young boys and has them come for two weeks stays just for her own pleasure.
Once I had finished taping the woman's story a handsome young boy came into the room drinking from a soda bottle. At first I had the impression that he was the woman's son but changed my mind when he sat next to her and grabbed her crotch. This was Arnie, the fourteen year old boy she was having for this session. He didn't want to talk at first but his woman, in a confessional mood after the taping, urged him to do so.
"I might get in trouble telling you this but I'll chance it. I haven't been with the Youth Exchange long, only four months. But I've been on ten assignments already. As soon as I'm rested up I'm sent out. I'm in demand and I get one of the highest prices. I used to let the Exchange bank my money for me but I got nervous about my dough and put it into my own savings account. The Exchange didn't like the idea that I didn't trust them exactly but they gave in because I was too popular a boy to cross. You have to be a real bitch to get around today.
"I've been on my own since I was thirteen. That's when my mother ran off with some guy and my father stayed drunk all the time. When I heard that the courts were going to send me to some kind of home I just lit out. I didn't want to stay in no kid's jail until I was twenty-one. I heard about such cases.
"Lucky I ran away in the summer because a kid don't stand out so much when he's traveling. I hitchhiked. Queers were always picking me up. The first one scared me when he grabbed my pecker and said he'd give me a dollar if I'd let him put it in his mouth. I did and got me a dollar. That's the first money I ever made selling my body.
"I worked for awhile as a newsboy but, when the summer was over and kids started going back to school, I had to find other work. I used to wait until school was over and then go to grocery stores to work delivering packages. I slept anyplace I had a mind to. I slept in the basements of empty houses and cars that had their doors unlocked.
"One day this guy who was about eighteen walks by and sees me sleeping in a car one night. He wakes me up and asks me questions about myself. I'm too sleepy to lie so I tell him the truth. He says that he can find a place for me to sleep and I follow him. He brings me to this fancy house where a lady with gray hair pats my ass and says I'm real cute. Then she tells me how I can make some money, have a place to sleep and meals to eat. She says all I have to do is make love.
"I don't know what she means exactly at first. She tells me she'll give me a bath because I needed it. This woman, Paula, brings me into the bathroom and tells me to take off my clothes in front of her. Well, I never took off my clothes in front of any women before even my mother but I do anyhow. My dong is hard and I try to hide it with my hands. She takes my hands away. 'Don't be ashamed of that, Arnie,' she says to me. 'That's what will make both of us rich."
"She turns on the hot water in the tub and, when it's filling up, she takes off her own clothes. I tell you, man, I don't know whether to shit or go blind! I see her big. fat boobies, her bare behind and her thing between her legs. My pecker is fit to bust. She has me step into the tub and she begins to clean my body. When she gets to my pecker she does what the queers did. I never thought women liked to do that.
"She then goes into the tub with me and we squeeze next to each other. Paula lets the water run out and, when the tub is almost empty, she takes me on top of her. With one hand she reaches down and puts my pecker into her thing. Then she tells me how to move up and down. I do and ... man! I never felt nothing so good! This here woman is a granny but she sure does like to fuck!
"She dries me and takes me to bed with her where she has me do the queer thing with my mouth on her. I don't like it much but she tells me that I should get used to it because lots of women will pays lots of money to have me queer them.
"The next day she sends me to this other house where there are boys my age and even younger. I learn from them that I'll be sent out to have sex with women. The house is run by a young couple, a man and a woman. I like them but they sure get worried when a boy goes for a walk by himself and don't come back for awhile. The man and woman tell me that this is my new home and it is a hell of a lot better than sleeping in cars and basements. I agree with them and say I won't run away.
"The meals are good and the woman has us boys help her cook and clean. I'm put in a room with five other boys around my age. We all sleep on cots and bunk beds. These guys tell me about the women they've had and I get so hot that I jerk off that night. When the man sees the stains on the bed he yells at me to control myself. I'll have all the sex I can handle soon enough.
"The Exchange sends for me a few days later and I'm told that a forty-two year old woman in Texas picked my picture out and wanted me for a week. I'm driven out to the airport by the same eighteen year old who had found me. It turns out that he's a whore, too, and that he made seventy-five bucks for bringing me in. He tells me that I should stick with Exchange and not run away when I get to Texas because they'd hunt me down and bring me back. I know he's kidding. I'm not that dumb.
"I get a kick out of the plane flight. The first time I've ever been up in a jet. At the airport in Texas this woman picks me right away from my picture. She's kind of ugly and skinny but she's nice. She lives in this pretty big apartment all by herself and she tells me that she's been out of her mind for a little loving ever since her husband died. I know what she wants so I open my fly and pull out my dong. 'Here, lady,' I say.
"The woman laughs until tears come down her skinny face. Then she hugs me hard and says 'You're a jewel! A precious jewel!'
"Well, I don't know what got her so all fired up but she sure don't turn me down. She takes off her clothes and I take off mine. Her boobs are kind of flat and hang down a lot but she ain't all that bad. I get on top of her and finish her. She goes out of her mind and licks my whole body afterwards. We do all kinds of sex stuff for the rest of the week.
"When this woman drives me out to the airport she shoves an envelope into my hand and tells me that is for being such a good boy. I open the envelope on the plane and find that she gave me ten ten dollar bills. A hundred bucks just for myself!
"As soon as I get off the plane at L.A. the same eighteen year old is waiting to drive me back to the Exchange. He asks me how I made out and I tell him. I even brag about the hundred.
This is a mistake because he tries to tell me that I should give him half for steering me on to the whore business. I know he's already been paid for bringing me in so I just hang on to the envelope.
"Paula, the gray-haired lady who first tested me, is all smiles when I come in. The other lady I'd loved in Texas had called to say how much she liked me. 'Keep this up, Arnie,' Paula says, 'and you'll make more money and go on more plane trips than anyone."
"When the guy who drove me tells her that I had a hundred extra dollars the woman says she'll put it in the bank for me where it will be safe. I don't want to give it to her but I do. I guess the old lady is honest. So far I've never heard none of the boys say they been cheated. But I don't want to be the first. Now I got me my own account with close to seven hundred dollars in it from tips and all! I'm going to wait until I get me a whole thousand dollars then I'll retire from the whore business. I don't know what I'll do from there but back home I could buy me a little house complete with furniture. I don't want to be a whore boy all my life. I'm getting tried of all this running around. Jet planes used to be fun but now I feel sick every time I see one."
CASE HISTORY: Raymond, age 12.
I chanced to see one of the youngest boys in the Youth Exchange when I interviewed a forty year old divorcee who had recently been awarded the house complete with pool, two cars and a thousand a month from her wealthy former husband. She was petite to the point of being child-like. Although a mature woman of forty she looked like a teenager when viewed from a distance. Only the small lines in her face gave her age away.
It was this smallness of body that has always annoyed the woman. She has hated her baby-face and her young girl figure all her life. To prove that she was a real woman she threw herself at men. She could not stop this habit even after she had married. Her husband didn't wish to bring his family name into court on a messy sex scandal and divorced her by giving into all her demands.
The forty year old divorcee changed after that. She decided that she might be happier with young boys. When she found out about the Youth Exchange she wanted the youngest boys available. One of these boys, her fifth in the past year, was at her place. He was swimming nude in the pool that stretched inside the house. The woman was also naked and found nothing wrong with being interviewed that way.
We sat on chairs facing the pool where the young twelve year old desported himself with obvious glee. He was slim and pretty with sun bleached hair and a deeply tanned skin. The woman seemed more like the boy's sister rather than his forty year old lover. She, too, had a slim figure, sun bleached hair and a deep tan. Like the boy she was tanned all over without any bathing suit marks.
When I finished taping her story she offered me a drink and I accepted. I told her that I'd like to interview the boy, too, if she didn't mind.
"If he don't mind, I don't," she answered.
She called the boy in and he swam like a light-brown fish to the end of the pool that was at our feet. He climbed out of the water with his child's body shiny wet. He seemed to be very happy although he seemed a bit nervous when he saw me. The forty year old woman introduced us and told Raymond to talk to me about his life. The boy dried himself and accepted a soft drink from his naked lover. He sat next to me and, between sips, gave me the story of his very short life.
"I didn't like home. There were always too many kids there. I have ten brothers and sisters. My bigger brothers were always beating me up and I always had to watch out for the younger ones. I hated school because I wore the worst clothes. Everybody always made fun of me. One day one of my older sisters, she was near sixteen, run off with a man. Everybody says she became a whore. I didn't know what a whore was until somebody on the block told me. That was a girl who let men do dirty things to her for money.
"My mother and father don't want to look for my sister and say it's better that's she's gone because that's one less mouth to feed. They don't try to look for her. I igure that they won't look for me if I run off so I did.
"The cops find me and bring me to a place with a lot of other kids who run off. I stay there awhile and get sent back home. I get beat up by my father and mother and brother and sisters. I stay around for awhile and don't go to school. The school sends someone to get me. I just spend one day in school. When recess comes I take off and just don't come back. I keep walking until it gets dark and fall asleep in the park. When I wake up I'm hungry. My mother and father always told me not to talk to strange men so I talked to a strange woman. I tell her I'm hungry and I'll wash her car or something for fifty cents.
"She asks me questions about myself. When I tell her how bad things are at home and how much I want to run away she smiles. 'You've come to the right woman,' she says.
"She takes me to her apartment and gives me a lot to eat. She tells me that she likes little boys and belongs to an organization that takes care of them. That night she takes me into her bed. She is wearing no clothes and I can see everything. She tells me to take of all my clothes, too.
"When we get under the covers she starts to kiss me. My thing, a penis it's called, is hard and sticks up. That's what is known as an erection. But, I suppose you know all about that since you're old. This lady told me all about sex when we were under the covers. She told me that sex was good for everyone and that it makes people happy. If everybody had sex they'd be no wars.
"When she talks she brings me close to her and puts my penis thing into what she called her vagina. Then she shows me how to fornicate. I just have to move up and down while my penis is in her vagina. It sure does feel good. But I tell her I feel like I'm about to pee. She tells me that's sperm and it comes out of penises. It is the stuff that makes babies inside of women.
"My sperm pees out and my penis gets soft. She pats my ass and tells me I'm virile. That means I can screw. She kisses me all over and puts her mouth down. Then there's an erection and sperms. The woman licks me and puts one of her nipples ... one of those (Raymond pointed to a nipple on the body of the divorcee who was seated on the other side of him) in my mouth. I suck on it and she hums and pets my hair while I do.
"I stay with the lady for a month and I learn everything about sex. When I fornicate her anus, that's called sodomy. When I fornicate her mouth, that's called fellatio. When I mouth her vagina, that's called cunnilingus. Raymond pronounced all the sexual words very well.)
"The lady tells me that she wrote to the club she belongs to and they wanted to see me. She said that women all over the country have boys sent to them for sex. If a woman finds a boy on her own she can send him to the club and get another boy free or a week. She says I'll live in a nice house, have lots to eat, have friends and even make some money from women.
"'I'll be like a whore?' I ask.
"The lady is amazed. 'Where did you learn that word? I never taught it to you?'
"I tell her I heard it when my sister run off with a roan so she can get some money by letting him do dirty things to her. The lady says that sex isn't dirty, only the minds of people are dirty when they try to stop it. She talks for a long time about how everyone should have every kind of sex every time and stop wars. 'I never want to hear you call sex dirty again, young man,' she says at the end of her speech.
"I say I won't do that again. The next day she brings me to the airport and kisses me. There are tears in her eyes. 'I love you, little darling,' she says. 'I hope you'll make other women as happy as you've made me."
"Now I start to cry. "Why can't I stay with you?' I ask.
"'My greed,' she says. 'I'm greedy for other boys. I must have different ones all the time. One of these days I may have you back again."
"The plane takes me to Los Angeles. Another lady meets me at the airport and brings me to the Youth Exchange. A gray haired lady named Paula pats my cheek and kisses me and says, 'I've heard of how well you've been trained. Once we send your picture out the women will be dying to get at you."
"I am brought to a house with a lot of boys. At first it reminds me of home only there is much more room, much more to eat and the man and woman who run the place say they'll lock up any boy in a room to himself if he starts a fight.
"It turns out that I'm going to be a whore because that's what all the other boys say they are. I can't see what's so wrong with being a whore and why my mother and father got so mad. The living is a lot better.
"There is a woman in Los Angeles who wants me and I'm driven over by an older boy. She's old, fifty and pretty fat but she hugs and kisses me and pretty soon we're both fornicating. I stay with her for a week and she drives me back to the Youth Exchange herself. She tells Paula I'm the best boy she's ever had. They both laugh. I stay at the house for a few more days and then I'm sent here. I like this lady the best of all. She has this swell pool and she has the prettiest body. I'll hate to leave."
The forty year old woman upon hearing this compliment brought the young twelve year old to her lap and kissed him hard on the mouth. "You are the sweetest thing!" she cried. "What a lady killer you're going to grow up to be. You're a lady killer now!"
Although I had interviewed many women and boys this was the first time I had witnessed an actual sexual contact between two of them. The woman stroked the boy while he cupped his hand over one of her very small breasts. Her bust was under-developed and very immature. She had the breasts of a girl of fourteen. To some respect the twelve year old boy was closer to her age, her physical age, than any man her age would be. I had the idea that I was looking at two children in the midst of sexual play. I felt I should leave but the raw eroticism of the situation riveted me to my seat. As an objective viewer of human sexuality and I had avoided indulging my own desires even though several women had offered themselves to me during the interviews. I had no plans to inject myself into this scene between the twelve year old boy and the slight, forty year old woman but I could not help but stare.
Raymond gave me a passing glance and then ignored me while the woman excited him into an erected state. She slipped to the thick rug at her feet and brought the boy into her arms. The woman was so involved with the child that she paid me no notice at all. And, yet, I felt that she had more than the touch of the exhibitionist in her and wanted to flaunt this sexuality in front of me. Again she wanted to prove that she was a woman despite her young girl's body.
The naked twelve year old's tanned buttocks moved up and down as he began. This was the waif who had slept in cars and who had been brutalized by his family. Now he was a call boy, a highly-priced prostitute who jetted from woman to woman all over the country. He may even go around the world as one of his little brother's in sin had already done and become an international child-gigolo. In the Youth Exchange it was very possible.
Raymond thrust himself with adult expertise. He had already had more erotic experiences than many adults managed to get around to enjoying. The twelve year old rammed his slim, brown body into the forty year old woman below him swiftly and then slowed to a stop. The woman sighed and cupped his small buttocks with her hands as he spewed out his maleness.
They kissed with open mouths. The woman rolled him over on the thick rug and now her buttocks were exposed. Strangely enough they looked like those of the young boy except somewhat wider and more deeply tanned. The forty year old woman brought her lips down to the child's neck and then to his flat stomach. Raymond grinned wickedly as he knew what she was going to do next.
The divorcee placed her mouth on the boy's sexual area. She made loud sounds and I had the idea that she was doing it for my benefit to display herself erotically as much as possible. My eyes went to Raymond's face. Despite his experiences he looked terribly young and innocent. His long lashes were lowered as he gazed at the mature woman performing an act of fellatio upon him.
And then it was over. The woman knelt on the floor and rested her narrow buttocks on the back of her heels as she played with the boy's now limp penis. She turned her head towards me. "We're going in swimming now, care to join us?" she invited.
I knew that she was actually encouraging me to join them sexually and make it a threesome. Although I did want to swim in that pool I had to turn her offer down. I thought of how the Youth Exchange would react once they found out I had lost my reporter's objectivity. I would have given them a weapon to use against me and those midnight threatening phone calls would be renewed.
I finished the drink that I had been holding deadly in my hand as I had been watching the erotic exhibition and left. As I walked passed the outdoor area of the pool I saw the two lovers; the twelve year old boy and the forty year old woman swimming naked together. It was a blissful scene that would have thrilled me if it wasn't for the vast age difference between the male and the female sex partners.
Raymond had shown me more than sex in action. He had revealed to me the fact that women who belonged to the Youth Exchange could act as recruiters, too. By picking up and "breaking in" a young boy on their own they could send him to the club in order to have another youngster sent back to them with no charge save carfare and the warm body of the child they had seduced. As to why a woman simply didn't pick up her own boys without relying on the Youth Exchange and its excessive charges I could only deduce that it was rare for an older woman to find a boy so easily. The Youth Exchange also saved the women the danger of risking an arrest for picking up young boys.
The twelve year old boy had already been exploited by the woman who had seduced him and now he was being exploited again by a national organization that used the bodies of young boys to gratify the desires of mature women. Yet, when I saw young Raymond at the woman's house I could not help but weigh the life he had led before his seduction to the one he was leading now. Exploited or not the twelve year old seemed happy and contented. For the first time in his bitter young life he was experiencing love. This love was strange and neurotic and yet it was an improvement over the lovelessness of the home he had fled from.
What of the boy's future? He was only twelve now and he had years of dependence in front of him. How long could a young boy go from one adult female to another without becoming strange and neurotic himself?
The fourteen year old, Arnie, impressed me as being a tough-minded sort of a boy and he troubled me less. He had had the will and maturity to face down the Youth Exchange and demand full accounting of the money he had made. His early sex experiences had toughened and seasoned him.
Harry, the seventeen year old, had at least been introduced to sex at the fairly mature age of sixteen. He impressed me as someone who had learned to take care of himself and yet had not hardened to the point where he could bring very young boys like Raymond to the Youth Exchange for exploitation even though he wasn't above trying to con the slightly older boy out of some money. Perhaps all he needed was some more time to lose what humanity he had.
Harry, Arnie and Raymond. Three young boys involved in America's most secret sin; the passion that mature women have for very young males. What will become of them?