A Boy’s Sweet Sorrow and Satisfaction
A Boy’s Sweet Sorrow and Satisfaction
BL Classic
Peter Gilbert
Tom Holt
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A Boy’s Sweet Sorrow and Satisfaction
BL Classic
Peter Gilbert
Tom Holt
Original price was: $1.95.$0.97Current price is: $0.97.
Excerpt
The sexual foibles of his fellow men had provided Richard with an income ever since he was at university and he was accustomed to hypocrisy of this sort. “Adam was a favorite boy of yours when he was little, if you remember. I traced him for you. It was your suggestion that he should join Mark on the island. It was hardly my fault that they both ran away. Is there any news of them?”
“No,” said Mr. Furth, “None at all. I think they’ve gone to ground with that Spencer chap. His agent says he’s abroad somewhere researching for a new book. We’ll not find them. I’m afraid.”
“We’ve got to find them It’s absolutely essential.”
“I really don’t see why.”
“Simply because, if they open their mouths, you and I will be in prison,” said Richard. “Prison is not a nice place to be.”
“They won’t. Eight boys have left voluntarily since the Professor started his research and none of them have said anything.”
“They are all enjoying the large incomes you promised them when they came of age. They’re not likely to talk. Adam and Mark have got sod all. We have to find them. We have to make absolutely sure that they’ll keep quiet.”
Mr. Furth chewed hard, a sure sign that he was coming round.
Richard repressed a smile of triumph and tried to look suitably contrite. Finding Mark and then Adam at the home of a friend; discovering that Adam had been one of Mr. Furth’s boy-friends; persuading them that the Professor’s community would offer sanctuary from unloving parents and a strict school regime had seemed like a brilliant maneuver. Their escape was the biggest disaster in Richard’s three-year involvement with Mr. Furth.
“Perhaps you’re right,” said the old man. “You’re young and you have modem ideas. I suppose I shall have to bow to your greater knowledge of this world.”
“I’m sure I am. I’m also sure that, rather than cut the entertainment program, you should’ expand it. It stops the boys from being bored. They meet interesting people who can help them in their careers later on. Have you thought about this year’s Christmas party yet?”
“I’m leaving that to you, Richard my dear. The last one was such a brilliant success.”
“I’d be glad to help. Now, shall we go through the accounts?”
“Not yet. I’ve something to show you first.”
Richard’s heart sank. Every time he visited his patron, a new acquisition was produced. Last time it had been an album of sepia photographs of boys in artless poses for which Mr. Furth had paid as much as two boys earned for him in a week.
They left the dining room, proceeded along the corridor and went upstairs. “We can see them best from in here,” said Mr. Furth, opening a door.
Richard followed him into the room and they stood together at the mullioned window. Below them, on the tennis court, two small boys were attempting to play tennis, laughing at their repeated failures to send the ball across the net. Despite the cool wind, they wore only the briefest of shorts.
“My little house guests,” said Mr. Furth proudly. “Aren’t they lovely?”
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