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.But then, returning from the ninth bridge, he decided to give one morelook at the sixth.It crossed the river at the most dismal spot he d found in Kar.Here, on the westbank, ancient buildings tottered at the river s edge, upper stories protruding over the water, andnarrow alleys twisted up from the quay.In the daylight, he d been fascinated by these remnantsof the old city, but now that night had fallen, they assumed a sinister aspect.Climbing the bridge,Jon patted Lyla s knife to make sure it was there.Like all the bridges, oil lamps at each end marked the way, but this was the only sourceof light.Looking down, he saw a figure moving in the shadows below him and then anotherfigure.Both walked slowly, as if they were waiting for something.But then they disappearedbeneath the bridge.He heard footsteps on the road behind him.Turning, he saw a soldier in uniform.Theman paused when he saw Jon, looked at him strangely, and then turned and hurried back in thedirection from which he had come.Jon hadn t recognized the man, but he d recognized Jon, even out of uniform, and he wassurprised to see him there surprised and, for some reason, pleased.But he d left the scenebefore Jon could penetrate any deeper into his feelings.Jon waited for a time, but, hearing no one else approaching from either direction, heretraced his path and circled down to the embankment beneath the first stone arch.At first hecould see nothing in the darkness, but as his eyes adjusted, he made out several forms next to thebastion supporting the first arch.Taking a few steps toward these figures, their mixture ofanxiety and desire almost overwhelmed him.What would happen if he drew closer? Again, hefelt his knife.But the man gave no sign of seeing him.He simply stared into the darkness.This place terrified him, but it also attracted him.He passed two more men, both leaningagainst the wall, then he came to an empty space.The men were waiting for something tohappen.He d wait here too.Looking across the water through an aperture in the central arch, hesaw similar figures on the other side of the river, but there some form of activity appeared to betaking place at least he could make out movement.But then he realized that there was activity here as well.Other figures were passing infront of the men against the wall, pausing but then moving on.Suddenly, a person was standingbefore him and then seemed to fall to the ground.He felt a movement of his tunic and a handtouching his body.With difficulty, he controlled his impulse to strike out.He looked down and saw the man kneeling before him.Then he felt lips touching the end of his penis it had becomeerect without his realizing it, and then he felt the warmth of a human mouth.All Jon could see below him in the darkness was a mass of curly hair swaying back andforth.He touched the hair with his fingers.It was coarse but soft.The head pulled back andturned up to look at him, and he saw the face of a boy he couldn t have been more than fifteen,although how could you tell in this darkness? Hi, big guy, he whispered. Neat curve. Jon pushed the head back down.He wanted it to finish what it had begun.He wanted thatmore than anything else in the world.Then he remembered Klei when the boys had tried to forcehim to do this.He thought of Klei, naked, with his creamy skin and blue eyes, and he imaginedKlei with his mouth on his dick, moving back and forth the way this boy was doing, subtlyattuned to the rhythm of his desire.And clutching that image he shuddered into orgasm.The boyheld on, drinking every drop, as if he needed it more than anything else in the world.And then hestood up.He was almost as tall as Jon.He smiled at him furtively, licked his lips, and then turnedand vanished into the darkness. Wait, Jon called out.But the boy had disappeared.And why had he called him? Hemeant nothing.He was no more than a passing stranger
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