Chapter 10
"I want that Johnson bitch," Art Belden said. "Today she really threw her weight around. I want to get her down and shave every damned hair off her cunt and jam a broom handle up there."
Lee Havens was a little uneasy at Art's outburst. As he'd feared, the need for greater and greater lacks was developing. At first, it had been clowning, little more; rough clowning, true. But nobody was hurt.
Now, when one of the members started talking about ramming a broom handle up a broad-for whatever reason-things were getting out of hand.
"We've been pretty lucky so far," Lee said.
"So? Are you saying our luck won't hold?"
"No, I didn't say that, but-"
"We started this thing because of boredom. These damned jobs with a paternal company telling us when we can breathe."
"And it's served its purpose-"
"Like hell. We got a few kicks. But it doesn't make our jobs any less boring."
"But the money-the opportunity."
"Fuck the money. Fuck the opportunity. Shaving a broad's cunt may be a strange way of proving to yourself that you're not a damned slave, but that's what it did for me."
"You mean-?"
"I mean that I don't give a damn anymore."
"That's dangerous."
"Dangerous, smangerous. All I know is that I want to get that blonde bitch down and work her over till-till-"
He could not find the words.
"Then only shaving her cunt isn't the objective anymore?"
"Not hardly."
They were having a drink, and Art Belden signalled for another. But Lee Havens got up from his chair.
"I have to run along. I'll see you later. Don't drink too much."
He left. Art Belden knocked off half his new drink and sat brooding.
Meanwhile, Lee Havens sought out the third member of the Barbers, Mack Spain, and unburdened himself.
"Look, Mack," he said. "I think we've bitten off more than we can chew. We may be in trouble."
"How so?" Mack Spain asked. He was drinking beer in his own apartment and was much farther from intoxication than his friend.
But he, too, had had a reaction from the erotic past time the three had indulged in. He was a classic example of the truth that those seeking erotic thrills cannot stand still. It was like dope. Stronger and stronger fixes were necessary.
In Mack Spain's case, however, his inclinations led him in directions other than that of Art Belden. Increased viciousness was not his bag. He eyed his fellow Barber with a new interest now.
"Tell me about it," he said. "But how about a snort first. What are you drinking?"
"Scotch," Lee Havens said absently. "What I want to tell you is-"
"Hold it a second."
Mack Spain went to the bar and came back with a double. "Ok. Let's have it."
Lee Havens unconsciously knocked off half his Scotch, blinked, and told his friend what Art Belden had said. He finished with, "So I think maybe it's time for you and me to cut out. It's getting too dangerous. He's slated to make a big mistake."
Art Belden nodded wisely, his attention still focused on Lee with curious intensity.
"I see what you mean," he said, "but there's another angle. If Art is uncovered, wouldn't we be dragged in?"
"It's a thought."
"So maybe the thing for us to do is stick with him and keep him out of trouble. At least until we can close the clubroom, get rid of the cunt hair souvenirs and-well, kind of clean up after us."
"That makes sense."
Lee's glass was empty now, and Mack Spain went over and refilled it without comment as Lee rambled on, the booze starting to reach him.
When he came back, he sat down beside Lee on the lounge and said, "By the way, I looked into something you and I could amuse ourselves with together and freeze that crazy bastard out."
"Like what?"
"Let me put it this way. I had a cold the other day. I was over in town, and it occurred to me that a sauna might help. So I looked in the yellow pages and found a place not far away. And what a place I"
"How so?"
"Well, I went into the steam room, and there was only one other guy in there, and we got to talking. I was surprised as hell when, after a few minutes, he reached over and put his hand on my cock."
Mack Spain demonstrated by placing his hand casually on Lee Havens' fly.
"The only difference, of course, was that my prick was bare, and yours is in your pants."
Lee Havens stared dully, but his friend was happy to note that Lee's legs came apart automatically.
"I wouldn't have believed it," Mack went on, "but my prick jumped to a hard-on instantly."
"You mean-you mean," Lee said, fumbling his words, "that you got homo tendencies?"
"I don't know. I've heard tell that all men do to some extent. Or maybe it was the place and the time. The newness of it. Anyhow, I didn't push the guy away, and he began jacking me off while he went on talking. It was weird."
"I'll say."
Acting surprised, Mack looked down at where his hand was. He said, "Well I'll be damned. Do you realize your cock's coming up? You're half hard from my just touching your fly." Before Lee could react, much less accept or reject, Mack Spain unzipped him and took his penis out.
"Did I say half? Look at it. You're in erection, old buddy."
Mack reflected pure amazement. Then, before Lee could get in a word, he went on.
"The guy got to talking and told me a few of the things that went on there. He asked me if I wanted to see for myself, and I said sure. We went to his room. It was a stall, really, a little room with no ceiling, just big enough for a bed and a stand. It had three walls, and there were holes in all three of them. And man oh man, what we saw going on!"
Mack was casually masturbating his friend, running his hand gently up and down as though hardly conscious of what he was doing.
Perhaps Lee Havens, in his drunken half-stupor, was only vaguely aware of it also. But if that were true, his legs still went wide, and he slid down on his shoulders, pushing his knees out from the sofa.
"Well I'll be damned," he muttered inanely. "What'd you see?"
"Each of the holes looked into another room. In one of them a guy was just lying naked on his cot playing with himself. He was rubbing it up and down slow, like this, not wanting to bring himself off."
Mack Spain demonstrated on his friend, masturbating him lightly and slowly, trying to hide his erotic interest in the big, erect penis that was pushed farther out from the lounge.
"Like that"
"What else did you see?"
"In another room, a guy was just plain getting fucked. He was on his back with another guy on top of him just slamming it in. The guy underneath wasn't taking it too well. His face was all puckered up like each rut was hurting him, but he kept taking it.
"The guy on top was getting a real bang, though, coming up on his knees and then slamming his whole length in to the balls. He drew a grunt from the guy underneath at every stroke."
Lee Havens' eyes were glowing now, but a trace of guilt and conscience still predominated.
"What you said about every man having some homo in him. Is that true?"
It sure is.
"Then if a guy finds himself liking what another guy does to him-that doesn't mean hell get to not liking women?"
"Hell no. The world is full of ac/dc people."
Lee Havens relaxed and smiled. "What'd you see through the third hole?"
"They were having a party. Four guys. One was on his back on the cot with another guy bending over him with his cock in his mouth. Another was behind the guy bending over with his cock up his ass-Lee blinked, trying to comprehend this new world of erotic excitement. He looked vaguely down at his penis, watched Mack Spain's hand go up and down, the big, red, bulbous head disappearing only to reappear again.
He said, "A guy on the cot with his cock in the other one's mouth?"
"Uh-huh," Mack Spain said. Now he made a direct move toward the goal he had sought from the beginning, the goal of his own erotic desires.
"Just like this," he said.
His head swooped down, his mouth opened and closed over the head of Lee Havens' penis. He sucked hard and quick. He heard the abrupt exclamation: "Jesus!" from his friend, and straightened again.
"Just like that."
"And the guy doing the sucking was getting fucked at the same time?"
"Right up to the balls. The third man was playing with the cock and balls of the man getting fucked, reaching under, jacking him so that while the guy doing the screwing pushed the man forward, his cock went in and out of the third guy's hand."
"Murder. They must have had to rehearse it!"
"Either that, or it all came naturally."
"And the fourth man?"
"He was standing by, jacking himself. He was standing at the head of the bed with his cock above the head of the man getting sucked so he could watch."
Lee Havens closed his eyes now. His hips were going up and down in rhythm with Mack Spain's hand, pushing his penis up into it as though he wanted more strenuous action.
Mack Spain waited no longer. He went to his knees and took the object of his need into his hungry mouth. And no more time was needed, because with a groan, Lee Havens gripped his friend's head in his hands and rammed upward.
Perhaps Mack Spain hadn't expected such a cordial reception. His eyes bulged as the rigid penis went down his throat.
Lee Havens came to his feet, held his friend's head rigid, and began copulating with total abandon.
Mack Spain rose to the occasion. Bracing himself, he took the entire, iron-hard length again and again.
"Oh, my god!" Lee Havens grunted. "Take it! Take it! It's coming!"
Mack Spain took it. This no doubt was his first experience of the new aberration. He would probably have to think it over to decide whether it was really his bag.
But as he explained later, when it was all over. "The guy I met in the steam room did that to me-while I was looking at the big party next door. He got such a bang out of it, I wanted to try it myself."
There was a most logical reaction on both their parts now. Shame and embarrassment from something neither was used to.
"How was it?" Mack Spain asked with a timid grin, his eyes turned away.
"Great. It could have been a broad's mouth there at the end. I wouldn't have known the difference. But I don't know-"
"You didn't mind trying it, though?"
"Uh-uh. But maybe not again."
"Me, too. There's a kick in it, though."
"And how!"
"I wonder what it would be like ramming it up a guy's ass?"
"Maybe we should find that out, too. We could get a guy at that bath. And I think we should stay objective about the whole thing. After all, we're just experimenting."
They parted, neither realizing how far down the path of dangerous sex they'd gone in a very short time.
Also, they made no decision as to what to do about Art Belden. ...