Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 18:29:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: LZ
Subject: Never Say Never, Nothing Is Forever Chapter 14

     Cholito and I met Bill at nine thirty at the south end
of the lake. He brought along some of the prints of my
pictures.

     `You made these?' Cholito asked me excitedly.

     I nodded yes.

    `Wow, can I do some?'

     I looked at Bill. Cholito's eyes followed mine.

     `Why not. The more the merrier,' said Bill a bit
unconvincingly.

     I worried that bringing Cholito into our little world
may have been a mistake for everyone, including Cholito. If
Bill just wanted to be with me as it appeared, Cholito would
sense it soon enough. That would make him feel less
important to me. Bill would think I was taking advantage of
our friendship. Even an eleven year old could figure all
this out. I had messed up.

     We took pictures of people by the lake, sitting on
benches, strolling along the walkways and sitting in the
sun. Cholito shot a set of rocks by the water. Bill thought
that was creative so I did too. Bill was right. They were
interesting. I moved a couple to change their appearance,
create a greater difference between light and dark areas.
Cholito had some other ideas and found some pieces of wood
and dead leaves. Bill sat back and watched. After he'd taken
the pictures, I rearranged Cholito's composition - I'd
learned what that meant -  and shot it my way. Cholito found
a different angle. We were on our last roll. I sat with
Bill.

     `It wasn't a good idea to bring Cholito, was it?'

     Bill took a few moments to answer me. `The fact that
you asked the question means you wished you hadn't.' He left
the unasked question hanging in the air.

     `I can take him home and meet you later,' I offered.

     Bill put his hand around my shoulder. `Why did you
bring him?' The question carried no judgment, gave me no
expected direction to go but the truth.

     `Well, `cause mom didn't want me to come with some man
alone and my sister didn't want to go. And I want you to be
able to meet my mother so we can do more together.'

     `That all?'

     He knew. My questions in bed after sex told him. He
knew that I loved Cholito. His last simple leading question
forced me to say it, as much as I could. `'Cause I like him,
a lot.' The word love was in my mind right up to the base of
my tongue but I still couldn't come out and say it. Bill
asked the question that most needed to be asked.

     `Do you love him?'

     I leaned my head into his chest. `Mmm hmm,' was all I
could get out.

     `Then I think he should come with us today and other
times too and you let me know how I should act toward him.'

     I looked Bill in the eyes, searching for any sign of
discontent with such a situation and saw none.

     `He doesn't know about what we do. I never told him
about the Square and all.'

     `Then we mustn't say anything about that around him,
unless you decide you really want to.'

     That forced the next question. `Do you want to do it
with him? He's stand up, won't say anything to anybody.' I
dropped my face asking myself did I really want to offer him
to someone else, even Bill.

     `That's not a question for me. You love him. He
obviously thinks a lot about you. Is that something you
share or is that something just for the two of you. You
think about that, no quick answer you might regret later. I
love you and will handle it as you like.' He hugged me.
`I'll bet he's about out of film.'

     He must have been counting. One shot later, Cholito
reached the end of the fifth and last roll Bill had brought
along. I was still thinking about Bill saying he loved me.
Did he really love me like I loved Cholito? Like a father is
supposed to love his son? This whole thing was very
confusing, but exciting.

     `If you like, Cholito can come with us to develop the
film.' That broke the reverie.

     `Cholito,' I called out, `wanna go and develop the film
at Bill's house?'

     `Ain't you got more? I wanna take a picture of Ray.'

     `Sorry,' said Bill, `all out.'

     `Okay, let's go make pictures.'

     The apartment was way beyond anything Cholito had ever
seen outside a television or movie. He wandered around
touching things with his dirty hands. The always patient
Bill didn't say a thing. I took Cholito to a bathroom to
wash his hands. The bathroom blew Cholito's mind. It was
three times as big as his living room with a huge tub with
showers at both ends, all on a ceramic tiled platform raised
off the marble floor.

     We developed the film and hung it up to dry. The
forever-perverse side of me wanted to show off Cholito's
huge dong so I suggested a shower while we waited. I knew
Cholito would want to try out that enormous bath.

     Bill watched as we undressed, obviously appreciating
Cholito's fine body. When he dropped his pants and exposed
that big cock, Bill's eyes opened wide. His lips said wow. I
grinned and held my hand up, thumb and index finger
indicating the three and a half inches it grew to. His lips
repeated wow.

     Bill washed me without touching my cock or ass. Cholito
requested equal time.

     `Wash me too.'

     Bill was equally thorough though equally avoiding of
crotch and rear. I don't think Cholito had any idea what was
going through Bill's mind.

     We stayed in the shower quite a while longer, at
opposite ends of the tub, enjoying the wonderfully hot water
massaging our necks, shoulders and backs. Twice, I started
getting a hard on looking at Cholito's body with water
streaming over it, rivulets following his chest lines,
spreading out over his abdomen, coming together again in the
soft grooves that made up the V that led to his cock, then
coursing down its length and rushing off like he was peeing.
I couldn't think of any nice way to ask Bill to let us use
his bedroom alone. I just looked at him hoping he'd
understand.

     Amazingly, he did.

     `You guys go dry off in the bedroom. I'm going to fix
us something to eat. It'll take about twenty minutes.'

     I flashed him a kiss and turned off my water. My dick
was completely hard before I got to the towel.

     Cholito said, `You're lucky that didn't happen when he
was still in here.'

     I threw a towel to him and grabbed his arm. `C'mon, we
got twenty minutes.'

     Cholito understood immediately. `Not in this guy's
house. What if..'

     `He's gonna be in the kitchen for twenty minutes, Din't
you hear him?'

     `You're crazy. That don't mean he ain't gonna walk back
to see what we're doin'.'

     `He won't. I promise.'

     I dragged him into the bedroom and pulled the door
closed. He stood there, still dripping. The direct light
from the windows and the softer light reflected by the
almost white walls and ceiling caressed the curves and
valleys of his body making him appear even more beautifully
formed. His flesh seemed to have depth under the wet sheen.
I did a quick dry of his body and mine and pushed him to the
bed. He looked around. `Man, this is really big.'

     I grabbed his cock and said, `Man, this is really big.'

     He laughed and wrapped his arms around me, rolling me
one my back and sitting on my chest. He looked me in the
eye. `Does that guy know what we're gonna do in here?

     `How's he gonna know?'

     He put his hands to my throat in a mock strangling. `No
bullshit, Gato. No way you're gonna have sex in some man's
house and you just met him once. And he ain't got no wife.
He's gay, right?'

     I caught his use of `gay' rather than the old familiar
`fag'.

     `I promise you he won't come in.'

     'You're into sumpin', ain't cha,' he grinned then
flattened out on top of me.

    We rubbed groins for a while. Cholito was silent. I
knew he was trying to sort this whole thing out and hoped it
worked okay for him. The sex was good. While I was
thoroughly re-cleaning the inside of his rectum with my
tongue, Cholito pushed his hand between my legs. I opened
wide. A wet finger poked inside my pucker, the fingernail
scratching enough for me to wince. He pulled it out and let
saliva drip down my perineum. I raised my legs over his
head, reached down and pushed his arms inside them so my
thighs were by his armpits. He nudged his finger inside me,
slowly, right to the knuckle. His finger barely reached my
special spot, titillating it briefly then roaming all over
inside, exploring as far in each direction as it could like
some small person who had climbed inside and was stretching
his limbs every which way. I loved it. I ran my arms between
his legs and gripped his buns. My tongue pushed deeper and
moved it around inside him as his finger was doing in me. He
started sliding his finger in and out, pushing hard at the
end forcing a bit of knuckle inside each time. I heard him
say, `Ray, let me fuck you. You can do me after.'

     I removed my tongue and kissed both his ass cheeks as
he got up. A double whammy, half of it my first real fuck.
I'd screwed a number of hairy men's asses with holes so
loose I could only recall reaching orgasm once. My
experience with tight boys asses was zero. And for the first
to be my beloved Cholito, now more beloved than before? I
was not just going to heaven; I had arrived!

    I rolled on my stomach and arched my ass upward. He
crawled in behind me, legs outside mine. He dripped more
saliva on my opening. His cock slipped between my cheeks but
couldn't find the hole. He stood on his knees and pulled my
rear higher. That didn't work either. He tucked his legs
inside mine allowing me to open up for him. I raised my buns
higher and pulled them open with my hands. He still couldn't
get into the right place. I released a cheek and guided the
tip home. He must have felt the warmth because he
immediately pushed right in. Simultaneously, I felt his
flesh against my buns and his cockhead poked my special
spot. It was like he injected a thousand fireflies of joy.

     `Oh, Cholito, I panted.

     He moved laterally, forcing his cock side to side
inside me before starting to fuck. I arched my back so I
could hold his thighs and feel the muscles as he thrust
again and again, harder and harder. He was slamming into me
as Sammy had in the movie but this time there was no pain,
all pleasure, other worldly ecstasy. My head swam.  He
stopped with just the head inside then pushed slowly back
into me, holding it there. I worried he was reaching orgasm.
He wasn't. He was prolonging his pleasure. Cholito was a
fast learner.

     Seconds later, he was moving again, slower this time
but just as hard at the end, hitting my spot each time,
sending pleasure the length of my body. I wished I could
hold him.

     `Cholito, let me turn over. Do it from the front.'

     He slipped out. I rolled over and raised my legs up
over his shoulders. He put it back in first try and went
deeper than before. I shivered in delight. Reaching out, I
pulled him to me, pulling my legs up and apart to permit our
torsos to touch. I kissed his head and face. I wanted his
lips so bad. I tried pulling his chin up to me but he
resisted. I wrapped my arms around him and held on with all
I had. He rammed harder and faster. Then I felt the
explosion of his snapping throbs. He made a muffled squeal
and pressed tight against me, his legs quivering with each
throb of his cock.

     Gradually, he eased his hold on me until he pushed his
shoulders up and gave me a wonderful peck on the lips.

     'Toca tuya', he said, 'your turn' in Spanish.

     He rolled us over, tugging me on top and lifted his
legs to his chest as I done with mine. I sat back and
examined my target. It was, as the rest of his body, covered
with sweat. I dribbled saliva into my hand and rubbed it
onto my dick. I was sensitive enough to cum just from the
entry. I breathed heavily a couple of times. That often
reduced the tension in my cock. Tugging myself forward, I
put my cockhead at his pucker and gently pressed. It slipped
in, immediately engulfed by a furnacelike wet heat that ran
up my shaft as it slid inside. I saw my groin run against
his perineum, my cock hidden inside him. Orgasm was ready to
burst out of my balls. I held absolutely still, my eyes
still on where our bodies joined.

     'Feels great, don't it?' commented Cholito, hands
gripping his thighs to his body.

     I looked at his smiling face. He'd just gotten off. He
couldn't be enjoying the fucking yet. He just liked the
action.

     I continued to breath deeply, trying to lower my
passion so I could get in a few decent thrusts before it was
over. Cholito kept smiling. My orgasm had receded a little.
Time to go.

     I lay forward and slid my hands under Cholito's
shoulders. I could feel the strain in his muscles. I lifted
back up, leaned over, careful not to slip out, grabbed a
pillow and pushed it under his raised buns. I lay on him
again and put my hands back under his shoulders. He was much
more relaxed. Any my cock was too. I began fucking, out to
the tip, back in, my crotch to his perineum. My passion rose
fast. The walls of his canal held my cock like a hot greased
fist. I opened my mouth and sucked on his shoulder. I was
high enough on him to have kissed his lips but knew he
wouldn't want to. I turned my head and kissed his cheek with
wet lips. I tried for deeper penetration, hitting hard into
him as he had into me, understanding why he and Sammy had
done it that way. I grunted because it felt better doing it.
My toes dug into the sheets to give leverage for each
thrust. My head swam like I was losing consciousness. My
cock began bloating. I slowed to prolong but it was far too
late. I could feel the orgasm start deep inside me where his
cock had been minutes before. It traveled out and around my
perineum, slowing on the outward pull then roared up my
shaft, bursting the pleasure barrier as I plunged back into
him. 'Mmmmmmm', I moaned then pulled out to ram back in and
moan again, then again, and again. Every muscle in my body
was tense. My lips were planted on Cholito's clavicle.
Cholito embraced me with his arms and knees.

     'I wanna stay like this forever,' I said.

     Cholito said nothing, just lay relaxed.

     Forever only lasted a couple of minutes. Neither of our
cocks, however, softened until we were in the shower,
washing off the sweat. I considered it an excellent sign
that Cholito stayed hard while I fucked him. My first boy
fuck!

     Cholito had wanted to just dry the sweat off with our
towels, certain that a second shower would be the final
definitive clue to Bill about what we'd been doing.

     'If he asks, I'll say we were wrestling.'

     'For all that time? Not even a burro's gonna b'lieve
that.'

     Bill was in the kitchen making pancakes when we
entered. A half dozen books were spread out on a table.

     'I hope you like these. I couldn't find the recipe I
wanted so I'm doing it from memory.'

     They had bits of fruit and a taste of cinnamon. The
syrup had a mild fruit taste to it too. They were delicious.

     At no time did Bill question or even mention the second
shower.

     Cholito was as amazed as I had been when the prints
came to life in the developer. He started critiquing his the
moment they came off the dryer.

     'Next time, we gotta get bigger rocks.' 'I shoulda got
lower.'

     My thoughts ran more to doing it where there was more
shade so the differences in light wouldn't have been so
dramatic. Bill thought that was very 'astute', a word I at
first related with stupid. He explained and I felt better.

     `Can we take these home?' I asked.

     `Sure. Better still, why don't I take them to your
house tomorrow night. Your mother gets home about eight,
right?'

     That was good news. Bill meeting mother would make
everything easier. And it was dark at eight so not many if
any people would see him and ask a lot of questions. I
suggested he wear something that didn't look rich.

     Cholito wanted to go to the movies so we went to a
fancy first run theater on Seventh Avenue near the Square
and saw The Apaloosa starring Marlon Brando. We finished the
day with pizza, which we carried back to Bill's apartment.

     Although he didn't say a thing one way or the other, I
got the impression Bill at least didn't mind Cholito's
presence. We ate the pizza sitting on either side of him.
When we finished, Bill wiped off Cholito's mouth and gave
him a hug. Those simple gestures were very reassuring,
especially when he hugged me as we were leaving, lifting me
clean off the floor and planting a wet kiss on my forehead.

     That night, when I found a twenty dollar bill in my
back pants pocket, I was sure Cholito was an okay addition
to our little family. He would have to be brought in on the
sex at some time or poor Bill wouldn't be getting much of my
sweet pecker.