Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2011 20:58:51 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann Subject: teenaged hustler 15 This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, persons, or events is purely coincidental. This chapter also contains references to homosexual activity between teens and adults and between teenagers. If such offends you, or if you are underage, please move on. TEENAGED HUSTLER by Macout Mann Chapter 15 Almost two years passed. Matt was now out of high school. Too old to service a lot of his former clients. Most were hot for younger flesh. He spent a good bit of his time training new boys. There were fresh applicants all the time, mostly buddies of boys already "cheerfully completing jobs." For instance, Walt's brother was now on board. And the occasional fourteen-year-old was now being hired on--undercover. Spangler's loan had quickly been repaid. Si had resigned his sales job and was devoting full time to managing JCC. Jim still did some construction work, but he spent most of his time responding to the demand for older, cruder studs. He also had some buddies he could call on to serve that trade. Unexpectedly, the demand for boys to actually do odd jobs could have kept the company in business. To avoid mishaps, a second, unpublished telephone number had been supplied to clients seeking sex. On one occasion a customer seeking a boy to rake leaves had almost been supplied with another kind of worker altogether. Even the cabbies were into the act. Mostly, fares were interested in finding gals to fuck, but occasionally someone was looking for a young guy. Cabbies were given a "finder's fee," if a connection could be made. Si's fears about the law had also proved needless. The police seemed unconcerned about illegal activity within the upper class. There had only been a couple of problems with johns. One lad, pretty sensitive and you might say naïve for a sixteen-year-old, had a session with a thirty-something man who was not only domineering but overly crude. He'd called the boy a cum slut and some other shit and had generally hurt the kid's feelings. Si told the boy he had to be prepared for that sort of thing; but he also called the man and let him know that if he continued to be abusive, JCC wasn't interested in his business. There was no further incident. A more serious situation arose when a john, who had said he would be alone, had another man with him when the boy arrived, and insisted that they both use him in whatever way they chose. They were excessively rough, and the boy, who was far from tender, made it apparent that something must be done. Si denied the john further opportunities to do business with JCC and reported the incident to Spangler, who promised to take further action. Whether he did or not Si never knew. Si had the feeling things had gone much too well, however, and they had. Of course, Matt's relationship with Spangler had continued. They had developed a real affection for each other with Si's blessing. Spangler would occasionally entertain other boys at the condo, but more often than not he and Matt would get together; and when Spangler's wife was out of town, the two of them would always spend nights at Spangler's Wordsworth Drive house. Spangler had encouraged Matt to go to college. Even said he'd pay for it. "People won't always be willing to pay top dollar for your dick," he'd say. "I know," Matt would answer, "but I don't need to be a millionaire. Sure, filet mignon is nice, but a hamburger is just as filling. I can always frame houses." It was the end of June. Randy Baxter, a sixteen-year-old who'd been working about six months, called Matt and said they needed to talk. Randy was sexy and popular with clients. He loved to do it all, and relished showing off his trim body in the process. One reason he was so uninhibited was that his mom and dad were so rigid. She was a stay-at-home mom and he was a lineman for the electric company. They were deeply religious and straight in every sense of the word. Randy had found out about JCC through a schoolmate who was doing odd jobs, and Randy had signed on in that "division," as management called it. His parents were very proud of his "get up and go." His "get up and go" concealed another side of his young life which he kept carefully hidden. At fourteen, a comely young girl from his church had introduced him to the joys of pussy, and her older brother not long afterward had introduced him to the joys of male sex. He was hooked from the beginning. Randy knew that one of his playmates, a guy named Amos, also worked for JCC, but they never seemed to get assigned to the same job. (In the odd-job division, it was customary to send out more than one boy). Finally, Randy commented about that to his friend. "Man, I can't believe that you didn't know!" the other boy said. "I thought you weren't involved, because you were afraid your folks would find out or something!" He then gave Randy the whole scoop on what JCC was really all about. "Motherfuck!," Randy exclaimed. "I gotta get into that shit!" He let Matt know right away that he wanted to move up to where the fun and the money was, and he became one of the company's most sought-after workers. So Matt couldn't figure why Randy needed to talk. "I gotta quit. The whole smear," Randy told Matt. "My dad's found out what's going on. He's some pissed. I dunno what the fuck he's goanna do." "What d'ya mean, he found out?" Matt asked. "You didn't leave a bank statement laying around did you?" All the bank accounts in the boys' names had the company address listed as their addresses, so parents wouldn't be the wiser. Statements were put in their lockers and their checkbooks were also kept there. "Oh, no," Randy replied, "but I left a pair of jeans laying out on my bed. My dad went through 'em and found three twenties I'd stuffed in one of the pockets. He wanted to know what I was doing with that kinda money. I told him I got it doing some extra work. It was like a tip. "Well, he didn't buy it. Said a eight-dollar-an-hour job didn't result in sixty dollar tips. I told him it was not just one, it was for three different jobs. He said not to lie to him. He can get fucking tough, man...Well, I finally had to tell him what was going on, and, man, has he got my ass in a sling!" "Well, thanks for the heads up," Matt responded. "I'll have to talk to my dad. Meantime, you just lay low. We won't make any dates for ya. This could be a problem." Matt wasted no time in getting to Si. He told him everything that Randy had said. "I told him this could be a problem," he concluded. "Depending on what the son-of-a-bitch does, it could be more than a problem," Si said. "It could blow the whole fucking enterprise to hell and back. "Find out everything you can about this boy and his family." Matt knew a good bit already, but he talked to Amos and found out more about goings on within the church family. More than you'd think. He got some names of other guys to talk to. By the time Si received the expected call from Mr. Baxter, he was confident he knew more about all of Randy's activities than his father did. Baxter tone was hostile. He asked for a meeting and Si readily set one up. Si also called Spangler. "Hate to bother you," he said, "but..." Spangler gave Si the name of a private detective agency and suggested they investigate Baxter and his wife. "Everybody's got something to hide," he opined. He also asked Si to call him back after he'd talked to Baxter. "I would beat you senseless, if I wasn't pledged to follow the commandments!" Baxter shouted. "Wait a minute, Mr. Baxter," Si smilingly responded, "I'm at a disadvantage here. What have I done to make you so angry? Have a seat and tell me what's upset you." Baxter plopped down next to Si's desk and leaned as far forward as he could. "You know very well," he spat. "My son, Randall, is a good Christian boy, and you have turned him into a sinner and a pervert. Made him a...a queer! And I'm going to see you put in jail for what you've done!" It was hard for Si to remain calm, but it had been decided that by staying cool, he might be able to force Baxter into doing or saying something he'd regret. "Now, Mr. Baxter," he said, "it may surprise you to know that I'm a Christian too. And while I can appreciate that you may not like what Randy's been doing; I'll tell you right now, Randy came and applied for the job. Nobody that works for me gave him the slightest bit of encouragement, much less forced him into something he didn't want to do. "He originally came to us seeking work doing odd jobs. You'll remember that I talked to you about that at the time. Sometime later, Randy was talking to a friend of his from school, who also worked for us. He told Randy that he wasn't doing odd jobs. Told him what he was doing. and that he was making much more money. And--this is the absolute truth, Mr. Baxter--he told your son that since the two of them were also involved sexually, he'd never understood why Randy hadn't been hustling rather than doing odd jobs from the beginning. That was when Randy came back and re-applied. "The fact is that one of the boys from your own church--The Church of Peter's Rock, is it--had introduced Randy to man-to-man sex long before he ever heard of JCC and Randy had been involved with quite a few guys...and girls--from what I hear--before he first came to us." "You lie!" Baxter yelled. "Does the name, Thomas Bromfield, mean anything to you?" Si inquired. "Of course," Baxter hissed. "He's a fine young man. The Bromfields are very prominent in our church. Mrs. Bromfield is very close to my wife." "And Thomas Bromfield was the first male to fuck your little boy," Si reported. "Where do you get all these lies?!" "Mr. Baxter, I'm sorry to rain on your parade, but I know what I'm talking about. "You may not approve of what I do, but what I do I do ethically. We do not solicit boys or entrap boys or introduce boys to any activity that they have not willingly and happily participated in many times before. And we investigate every young man that applies to our program. "You may do what you want to. Put me in jail? You will be dragging yourself, your son, your church, and a lot of other youngsters like Randy--boys that haven't done anything but have a little fun and make some money--you'll be dragging everybody into a public mess that you'll regret for the rest of your life. "Check out what I've said. You'll find out it's true. Talk to your son, man to man for a change. See what he really thinks. "I don't have anything else to say to you right now, but I'd ask that you think about it, and then get back to me, after you've calmed down." Baxter stormed out; and Matt, who'd been listening in the next room, slipped in. "I hope he don't head straight to the police station," Si said. "If he does some checking, he may get some fucking sense in his head." "Yeah," Matt replied, "he sure needs to talk to Randy some more. Randy must've left out a whole lot of shit. Made himself out to be a victim or something." "Can't blame him," Si said. "The kid must be terrified of his old man. "I need to get the gumshoe to look into Mrs. Baxter's relationship with Mrs. Bromfield," he continued. "Oh?" "Yeah. Baxter said they were very close." "I didn't catch that." "I haven't been a salesman all these years for nothing. You gotta listen and pick up on little tidbits like that." Matt headed out to meet a trick, and his dad called Spangler and gave him the gist of his meeting with Baxter. Spangler seemed pleased with the way Si had handled it. He also said that he was going to give the head of the electric company a call. "I think I can plant a notion in Bill's head that just might get back to Baxter," Spangler mused. - - - - - - - - - Feedback is important. Please continue to respond with your reactions to this story. macoutmann@yahoo.com Copyright 2011 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.