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 ** Peyrefitte on California

May 2002

Peyrefitte on California

These popular Neapolitan cinemas were, especially on Sundays and holidays when they were full to bursting, a huge boy brothel. The one opposite the museum had, close to the front stalls, a double recess in which was a sort of bench, and I would see there men lying on boys, like on a bed. In the recess opposite, where you had to stand, I remember once that a young boy in shorts­ who couldn't have been more than 12­ put his hand under my overcoat to caress me knowingly, fingering what he ought to finger, and gently tickling what he needed to tickle: I masturbated him while he gave himself up to these exercises. As I've recounted in Roy, perhaps only in California­ always my reference point since this was, to my mind, a perpetual term of comparison­ do I believe you can find boys so young who've had such experiences.

[Extract from Propos Secrets, published by Albin Michel, Paris, 1980]

"You are really charming, but get rid of your skateboard." The man took it himself, to place behind them and in doing so touched­ as if by accident­ Roy's crotch. "You're already a young man" he said, tapping the taut member, "But see the difference," he added, suddenly exhibiting himself. Roy was entranced by the enormous genitals, illuminated by the moon: he'd never imagined such a tool. Until then his pleasures had been solitary ones and he'd never imagined sharing them with a man. But Roy didn't resist when the man made him grasp the member that attracted him and he allowed his own trousers to be undone. The cigarettes were stubbed out in the ashtray. Even less had Roy imagined a mouth kissing his own, then taking possession of his cock, in order to reveal to him a new pleasureWhen the car stopped not far from Roy's house, the man kissed him again. "You drive me crazy" he said, "I hope you'll telephone me soon." "Sorry,"said Roy, "you've only told me your first name."

"I am Jack Sherman, the police chief of Los Angeles"

[Extract from Roy, published by Albin Michel, Paris, 1979]

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